Monthly Archives: February 2011

Food + Podcast = Foodcast @ Midnight Mercato

I had the chance to cover the grand launch of RJ Ledesma’s Midnight Mercato last Friday.

Here’s a small chunk of my interview with RJ, yet one of my idols in the industry of men’s magazines. Deep inside me, I was feeling more than thrilled to go face-to-face with The Man who edited/edits MANUAL and UNO, who writes manhood predicaments via his Pogi from a Parallel Universe column, and who built the environment-friendly Mercato Centrale located in Boni High Street.

Pardon the quality of the podcast, apparently something went wrong with the uploading. Or is it just the two us rambling and garbling?

( More food than you need in your pragmatic middle-class existence… )

Marry (then bury) You

I’m glad that everyone has, one or way another, snaked through Valentine’s Day with zero body count. I had my usual “Manic Monday” yesterday to ~celebrate my Valentine’s. Not that anyone cares actually. Being single aka “the sexy and smart” has been overrated that being a resident whore is now the in thing. Well, not that I have ever taken relationships (hahahaha) seriously anyway. ( Read more… )

Life? What life?

Sometimes I think I was born backwards… you know, come out of my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate, and the people I hate…

Guess whose line. If you guess it right, I will give you my unread October to December issues of TIME magazine. Kidding. Mark Zuckerberg is in the cover. Have to peruse it first. With a passion.

I’m so random. The fuck. Follow me on Twitter cos I’m more ~non-busy*~ in there. Lol.

BYE.

Sometimes I think I was born backwards… you know, come out of my mum the wrong way. I hear words go past me backwards. The people I should love, I hate, and the people I hate…

Has the circus come to town or what?

To everyone’s thrill, the fifth season of the British TV hit Skins has finally landed to our boring monitors. Another 10 episodes of in-your-face sex, drugs, relationships and gender bonkers,  and all sort of teenage problems will once again remind us that we do live  insufferably black-and-white lives and that sometimes, reveling towards the the dark side is the bestest option to consider. ( Read more… )