On my new Prince Albert and nipple and navel piercings

Over the course of the weekend, I decided to do my three tattoos and one earring one better and decided to go for the triple threat of piercings. I decided to have my navel and nipple pierced, as well as… um… well, another part of my body that never expected anything sharp to run through it.

Unbeknownst to my wife and churchmates, I went to Cartimar in Pasay City where I set up an appointment with a licensed piercer. I asked him about healing times (two to three months, up to six for the Prince Albert), and about his record of safety. After he assured me that everything was okay, I decided to go for it.

Being the overweight fellow I am, it was easy to deal with the navel piercing because it pretty much felt like flesh through fat. The nipple piercing stung more significantly, and it bled like hell. About 30 minutes later, after the pain subsided, I went through the most difficult, of all, which was the Prince Albert, and I had to convince myself that this was going to improve my virility and all that to make it completely worth it.

When that ring went through, I tell you I think I saw a bright light at the end of a dark tunnel. As I blog about this right now, my head is still spinning, my legs are spread wide open, my shirt is loose to give both navel and nipple enough space to breathe, and suffice it to say that I have never been more thankful to be a boxers guy.

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Wifely Steps wins Philippine Blog Award! :D

I’m beside myself with joy! Toni, one of my bestest friends in life and blogdom, won the Philippine Blog Award for Home and Living last Saturday, for her blog Wifely Steps! Yahoo! She so deserves that award. Wifely Steps should be on your list of must-visits every day. Every day, you hear me? Every day.
That’s a pretty good run, eh, Toni? She even posted her thank-you speech. In it, she thanks a lot of people, including the mystery person who nominated her blog.

Well, I’m outing myself. I nominated you, Toni! Hee hee hee! Surprise! :D

It’s the Philippine Blog Awards!

belat.gifTomorrow night, more than 200 Filipino bloggers from across the country are expected to converge at the RCBC Theater for the awarding ceremonies of the Philippine Blog Awards.

I won’t be there, not for lack of desire nor nomination, but simply because my son, Nathan, is still without nanny and I cannot in good conscience choose this wanton blogging bacchanalia over my son’s well-being. It’s not like my eight-month-pregnant wife can handle this three-year-old by herself!

But don’t think I don’t want to be there. I’ve been a Filipino-Christian blogger for almost eight years. My life as a Fil-Christian blogger has outlasted several blog templates (their corpses are still littered throughout the web as a testament to my folly); I’ve had hit counts of as little as 50/day to literally thousands/day. It’s nice to be part of the blogosphere. I would’ve left a long time ago if I thought it didn’t make a difference in my life or that I didn’t make a difference in anyone else’s.

At the end of the day, I don’t think I need recognition (although it’d be nice occasionally to get it). That we all contribute to the blogosphere, that we represent the Philippines as blogging ambassadors to the international blogging community, that we still get hits and comments on our blogs, well, that shows you count. I salute the PBA for doing this, but just as importantly, I salute every Filipino blogger who continues to blog, for whatever reason. You rock my socks.

To the nominees, I tell you: you’re all winners in the sense that people – whether they are judges or people who simply nominated you for Blogger’s Choice – think you are important as a blogger. That your life, recording in your blog, for all to read, can affect someone. That your life and your thoughts and the information you disseminate through your blog, that they all matter. That you are relevant, and you make a daily difference in someone’s life.

That, at the end of the day, is what blogging is all about.

Congratulations, everyone. Hopefully, I can join you again next year.

Update: Here’s the list of winners.

Thirteen reasons why Melinda Doolittle should not win American Idol



For this week’s Thursday Thirteen (Fridays in Manila), I write down 13 reasons why American Idol finalist Melinda Doolittle should not win American Idol. I love Melinda, and every week she comes out and does her thang better than most of the other finalists, but here are some reasons why she shouldn’t (and probably won’t) win.

1. You know the Simons (Fuller and Cowell) are going to piss in their pants if they get another Idol who we know is not going to get airplay on Top 40 radio.

2. The number of people who are starting to get turned off by her act of humility is growing by the week.

3. Her singing skills are impeccable – but her song selections say old old old. Sure, she gives a fresh turn to the songs, but they’re still our parents’ music, not ours.

4. She can carry the uptempo songs vocally, but watching her can be a bit off-putting; the woman can’t dance.

5. If this were Seasons Three, Four, or Five, there’s no way Melinda would’ve won over Fantasia (or Jennifer Hudson, hehe), Carrie Underwood, or Taylor Hicks. Well, maybe she’d beat Taylor Hicks, but I can’t see Melinda outselling Daughtry or Elliott Yamin.

6. She is the perfect shock elimination for 4th place this year. Isn’t that usually the case? Tamyra Gray? Latoya London? Chris Daughtry? ;) Okay, so Anthony Federov and Josh Gracin, notsomuch.

7. As the weeks go by, she starts to get predictable. We know what happens to talented but predictable performers, don’t we, Latoya, Tamyra, and Vonzell?

8. She has no neck. Joke!

9. If you think packaging a gray-haired 30-year-old Southern rocker named Taylor Hicks was difficult, imagine packaging a 28-year-old back-up vocalist with no real sense of style.

10. Every Idol has rabid fans, but if Melinda’s fan demographic is anything like Hicks’ Soul Patrol, then Melinda’s chart-topping future ain’t burnin’ so bright.

11. I just can’t see Melinda filling stadiums throughout the nation like Carrie or Kelly Clarkson.

12. Is it me, or is she starting to look more smug with every passing week? Did you catch the look she gave Ryan when he asked whether she was getting tired of all that praise?
And the 13th reason why Melinda shouldn’t win…

13. Melinda deserves so much better than to become another Taylor Hicks.

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Yamin debuts at #3 on Billboard 200!

Elliott Yamin debuts at #3 on the Billboard 200!

Our boy did it!

American Idol 2006 third-place finisher Elliott Yamin’s self-titled independent debut sold 90,000 copies to debut at No. 3 this week on the Billboard 200. Yamin’s Hickory Records release makes him the fifth finalist from last year’s show to reach The Billboard 200, joining winner Taylor Hicks, runner-up Katharine McPhee, sixth placer Kellie Pickler and fourth-placer Chris Daughtry, whose self-titled RCA album holds tight at #4 for a second week.

Congratulations, Elliott! Hope your album has legs!

Meanwhile, this goes out to all of us Elliott fans who believed!


We can’t always be white sheep


Last night, Nathan said something to his Mom that took both of us by surprise. We have no idea where he learned it, but you can bet both of us were taken aback. A lot of prayer was offered that night for our three-year-old.

How often have we said something that we knew wouldn’t be received well, or done something that we just needed to do, even if we knew it wouldn’t necessarily be good for us? Me, quite often. My life is littered with dumb decisions.

If we’re lucky, the persons we told about our stupid actions, the persons who knew better will rarely tell us “I told you so.” Still, Someone very important has never told us, “I told you so.” Instead, He forgives us for walking away from Him, and welcomes us back into His arms. We just need to pray and tell Him about it.
Now some people believe prayer is just you talking to yourself. Believe that if you will. I believe Someone listens to me when I pray. That Someone – my God, the God of Abraham, and my Dad and Jesus’ Dad – understands that more often than not, I will screw up, and acknowledges when I am contrite and truly sorry for having done something I know won’t please Him. Like I should be to Nathan, God is an understanding Father, and will never take your decision to do something – even if it is obviously against His will – against you if you return to Him and genuinely say sorry for having done it.

After all, we can’t be all expected to be white sheep. We weren’t created like sheep. We’ve got minds of our own and a free will that, more often than not, comes back to bite us in the butt. What else can we do but run to Him before we get into bigger trouble?

Getting bulges in the right places

I have impressive bulges, but they’re in all the wrong places. Instead of situating themselves on my arms, pecs, calves, and Y-fronts, they’re lumped on my stomach and butt. At the moment, I look like a Michelin Man, but without the vapid smile and bloodless complexion.

It’s been two days since my first “workout.” After 15 minutes of cardio warmup that pretty much had my legs feeling like jelly, I did more legs, then arms, then abs. The training program I got at Slimmer’s came screaming back to me, and it was with that program that I went through the routine.

Two days later – as can be expected from months of relative inactivity – my long-dormant muscles came back to cuss me. My arms ache, my abs ache (even my side-abs; I didn’t even know they existed!), my legs ache. I feel like I’ve been run over by a steamroller. That, of course, didn’t stop me from walking an hour from the office to SM Makati to conduct some errands, and back. At this point, I feel like I’m making real progress. Some of my officemates are saying there’s noticeable change. Yay.

I look at some of my sophomore college photos, and I remember what it was like to be fit. At the end of the year, I promise myself, I will be.

Meanwhile, here’s a sample of some of the music I play on my (U)Nano while I work out. Not a big fan of dance-dance, but pop-rock with beats like this, I like, I like. Call My Name by Charlotte Church is one such track.


Elliott Yamin sings ‘Sharing the Night Together’

I’ve always loved Sharing the Night Together. This lovely little song holds many memories for this child of the 80s, and while the song never really meant anything to me (read: never had anyone to ‘share the night’ with while that song was popular), the tune and the lyrics always bring a pleasant little smile to my face.

Imagine my shock and utter glee when I learned that Elliott Yamin actually has a version of this song! Elliott’s Sharing the Night Together improves on the original in my opinion, infusing a soulfulness that adds new meaning and listening value to the song. Amazing work, Elliott! My wife is going to flip! Lyrics after the jump.

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