TRAVEL AND LIFESTYLE DIARIES

I am such a loser when it comes to numbers but without going through a numbers crunching game and a thorough audit trail scan on my laptop’s cache, results would probably show that I have surfed into tens and thousands of blogs [across nationalities, countries and continents] in a span of 3 years! Ah, the joys of being a voyeur in these times of internet technology days. I love to lurk on interesting content meaty sites and I am always on the look out for witty and catchy writers who have a great sense of humor, satirical included, in fact highly recommended, and those that are not afraid to speak their minds out without losing ground on objectivity. But anywho… what fuels us to blog? WARNING: VERY LONG ALBEIT THOUGHT PROVOKING POST With my 3 years blogging experience tucked in my belt, I have arrived to the conclusion that the following are the reasons why people are hooked to this blogging wonder. Bloggers have narcissistic traits Even though many bloggers admit that they are self pr...

After the provocative and stimulating discussion of the male’s eikel [and being inspired by this post ], it’s just fair to switch the limelight to something female this time. To keep this blog wholesome, we won’t be discussing the lower region part, just the upper regions. *wink* Well let’s see... there are girls who are naturally blessed with huge properties up front. My sincere hallelujahs to them! Some though are just like me, who have enough to live through, day by day. But let’s not forget that there are also the less gifted women with small frontal assets. No, this tiger push-up beha [the strange Dutch word for bra], pronounced as bay-haa, isn’t mine... but I’d like to buy one like this for myself. Very sexy eh ;-) So, okay... who is then to be blamed for the diversity in women’s breast sizes? Is it god? Is it genetics? Or is it how our parents positioned themselves when they had sex? I’m not kidding, some people really believed in this, arguing that its a proven methodology fo...

Does anyone still remember the popular Scottish band, SIMPLE MINDS ? They were such a huge hit in the 1980’s and of course, I was a big fan of their music back then, and so was the Dutchman. Here’s the beef, even though the glory days of Simple Minds is over, the band is still surprisingly A-L-I-V-E! Yes, they are. They have just released a new album in September of 2005 and currently, the group is on tour all over Europe, USA and Australia, albeit with a focus on a niche market, the older genre. Ha-ha. The news is… we went to their concert last weekend! The Heineken Music Hall in Amsterdam and moi...those are Belgian guys beside me by the way, probably die-hard Simple Minds fans who flew in from Belgium just for the concert. Here are some snapshots of the concert: Simple Minds singer, Jim Kerr, he actually looks a bit like Bruce Willis... and the lead guitarist, the other remaining original member of the Simple Minds band. The show was held in Heineken Music...

This might be somewhat late but I’ve forgotten [sometimes I get carried away with other things] to make an entry about the little accident that happened to me during our ski holiday in Austria, hence the title of 112 calling as it represents Europe’s emergency toll-free hotline number. The unfortunate mishap went like this… We were parked across the entrance to the Zillertal Arena, busy getting ready and hauling our ski boots and materials out of the car’s trunk. Naturally, the boyscout Dutchman was quick to mobilize everything and himself but unfortunately, I not. For minutes, I struggled painstakingly, thrusting down my feeble knees and limbs so that my little feet can get into the skimpy ski boots. While doing this, I placed my hands, for weight support and balance, on top of the edge of the car’s trunk, oblivious of what was about to happen next. BLAG! Went the trunk’s door down... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! I screamed! My little fingers are stuck!!! H-E-L-P!!! The Dutchman...

A close encounter of our big faces, me and MadamE… I met up again with MadamE for lunch the other day and since she works near Amsterdam WTC Zuid and my appointment was in Hoofddorp, I met her halfway and picked Schiphol Plaza [actually Amsterdam Airport Schiphol] as our best meeting place. It’s always nice to ditch the gargoyle Dutch for an hour or two and speak in wanton recluse our homegrown language. Yes, we insist that Cebuano is a language and not a dialect! I have to keep up with the drill, as with my age, I am afraid, I might start forgetting some real important Cebuano words such as kilum-kilum [dusk/sunset] and kahidlaw [longing]. This is the entrance of the Amsterdam Airport Schiphol. Airports always bring a familiar and relaxed feeling to me. Familiar because it’s the place where home [the Philippines] is only a flight away and relaxed, because it reminds me of holiday [vacation]. Nonetheless, we had lunch and as usual, the narcissist and exhibitionist in us took control....

Let’s talk about idiots and idiotic events. Not really one of my favorite discussion but in this 21st century, you just can’t simply miss them. Their tribes have seemed to multiply, warranting the desired attention, just like the recent cartoon melee that hijacked the international headlines. I mean, WTF, do these… OOOPS… I better stop--- [zips the keyboard and slaps my hands, repeatedly]. Darn it, these hands are like rabbits, they are too quick to type! [slaps them again!] Thing is, my no fail conscience has just flashed a huge red flag sign in front of my computer screen reminding me not to discuss sensitive politics [yeah, one of my unwritten blog rules] that might ruin my blog extravaganza and make me a candidate of kidnapping. That said we go back to normal programming… Bike News Have I told everyone that my bike was stolen? Well yes, it was S-T-O-L-E-N! I will spare the details of this tragic event as there is not much to report except that when I got back to collect my bike, it...