Thursday, July 30, 2009

Bow Mowing

OP: Have you heard of this...b.o.m.o.ing? Pronounced bow mowing.
TDB: Not at all.
OP: Neither had I. Black Out Make Out...as in, "Man I was so blacked out last night, I totally was bow mowing all over the bar."

Amazing. Thank you, OP, for this highly informative language lesson.

Obviously I just heard this term, but Urban Dictionary dates the first appearance back to July 2006. Has anyone ever heard this before?

I won't be using this phrase to describe myself. I'm nearly 26-years-old. I hope I'm not bow mowing around Manhattan like an undergrad at Rick's on a Wednesday, Thursday or Saturday night (possibly Tuesday as well, depending on the weather and my monetary situation).

Monday, July 27, 2009

10-Course Al Fresco

As part of my ongoing quest to eat everything in the world before I die, I attended a 10-course dinner thrown by Studiofeast on Saturday night with my friend, Brando . Studiofeast is a supper club started by Brando's brother, Mike. One of Mike's former bosses graciously hosted the dinner on the patio of his beautiful East Village apartment.

The theme for the night was "Al Fresco." The menu with links to pictures are below, or you can check out the full album. Time-lapse video of the prep is here.

Amuse: Konbujime Fluke/Yuzu Kosho/Brown Butter/Tobiko
Soup: Chilled Tomato Consomme/Parmigiano-Reggiano Oil
Appetizer: Beet Carpaccio/Cypress Grove Chevre Humboldt Fog/Walnut/Mint
Salad: Grilled Romaine Heart/Pecorino Romano/Turkish Sun-dried Tomato
Fish: Whole Grilled Sardine/Parsley Salad/Capers
Pasta: Handmade Squid Ink Pasta/Rock Shrimp/Handmade Italian Sausage/Tomato
Sorbet: Raspberry Watermelon/Lemon Zest/Almond Crunch
Beef: Triple-cut Skirt Steak/Crispy Chicken Skin/Kimchee Puree/Grilled Scallion/Truffle Salt
Lamb: 24-hour Lamb Belly/Tzatziki/Candied Pistachio
Dessert: Blueberry Buckle/Vanilla Mascarpone

Every dish was amazing, but the hit of the night was definitely the lamb belly. The meat was so tender and juicy, and the accompanying pistachios, candied using sugar, mint and saffron, were otherworldly. We were fighting for the scraps of an extra serving.

A huge, huge "thank you" goes out to the Studiofeast chefs: Mike and Derrick. The dinner they prepared ranks among the best meals I've ever had.

Friday, July 24, 2009

America's Best Wedding Party

The HGOC and I have an ongoing joke about my future wedding: Toto's "Africa" will be my wedding song. We talk about this (click that link if you want a sample discussion and more background) whenever the subject of marriage/weddings comes up, or if we just happen to be talking about Toto (seriously...we've been known to discuss the merits of "Africa" vs. "Rosanna"). I'd give this scenario about a 90% chance of actually happening. It takes a really amazing girl to allow her first dance to be to that song.

Last night, he sent the following Email with a link to the video below:

"this might have your toto africa beat-"



Unreal. That wedding party just killed it. So many thoughts ran through my head:

- Did this occur after Chris Brown destroyed Rihanna's face? If so, did anyone have a problem with playing the music of a person who has uncontrollable rage against women? I wouldn't have cared; the song is awesome. It was on America's Best Dance Crew in each of the past two seasons.
- Some of those white boys need to start a crew and audition for ABDC!
- That church has a decent sound system.
- A female reverend? It must be one of those fake religions. Just kidding!
- I need to know whether they were drunk, high or sober when they conceived of this idea.
- Poor wardrobe, sweet moves.
- Who choreographed, and how much much did they rehearse?
- I wonder what the reception was like.
- Did any of them have to drink heavily before the ceremony in order to get up the nerve to do that?
- The slow motion by the altar was crazy!

I called the HGOC immediately after viewing the video to discuss. We were both pretty much speechless about the performance, and we were discussing how we could recreate that at his wedding. Unfortunately, there aren't a lot of sick dancers in our crew, so it may be tough.

While we were on the phone, the conversation turned toward marriage and the type of girl he could love:

(To better understand the following conversation, read this)
HGOC: I'm glad you made me do the Michele thing. Now, I really know what I want in a girl.
TDB: That's awesome. I'm glad to hear that. Do you miss her?
HGOC: I miss her, man. I really do.
TDB: So do any songs make you think of her now?
HGOC: Actually, yeah. There's one song...fuck! I can't even think of it now. I swear there is though. Love songs do have meaning to me. I wasn't in love, but I understand how people feel now.

I feel so proud.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

Beautiful Soul, Ugly Spokesmodel

I received an Email from Express yesterday morning with the subject line, "Jesse McCartney for Express & The MK2 Debut." I opened it to find the awesome picture above, along with the words "Strength," "Valor" and "Style." C'mon Express!

I was under the impression that a celebrity spokesmodel should ultimately help your sales. Strategically, he should be able to motivate me to take action and buy a product. I can only speak for myself, but Jesse McCartney isn't really the type of male celebrity that gets me buying shirts. "Beautiful Soul" and Summerland. I'm just saying...

Now, you could make the argument that Express is looking to target "influencers," people who help influence the purchase decision. In this case I imagine the "influencers" are girlfriends. But are there really any females that think, "Jesse McCartney looks hot. I want my boyfriend to get that shirt so he looks hot like Jesse McCartney"? Look at that picture -- he looks like a taller Frankie Muniz. (Gentlemen--if you date a lady who wants you to look like Jesse McCartney, I advise you to check her driver's license to make sure she really is 18.)

Express would've been better served by going after someone like Robert Pattinson. I didn't really used to think anything of him, but he has made women of our era say, "I want to be with a vampire." I've heard multiple women utter this phrase in one form or another. I just saw a Facebook status that said, "OMG. Edward Cullen. Stop dazzling me."

I think he has some sort of magical force working for him. It has the potential to make guys think, "This will help me be more like a vampire." Girls may say, "I'm going to buy this shirt for my boyfriend because he'll be more like a vampire." It works. Fix your mistake, Express. Get the vampire, sell some shirts.

Monday, July 20, 2009

The Departed

I left for 23 days, and a bunch of famous people started passing away:

Billy Mays - June 28
Steve McNair - July 4
Robert McNamara - July 6
Dumbledore - July 15
Walter Cronkite - July 17

This doesn't even take into account Michael Jackson, who missed the list by a day.

Though not a celebrity, a special mention goes to my motivation, which suffered a slow and painful death over the last three weeks. Today is my first day back at work. I'm so screwed.

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Kilo Watch Finale

The final result: 77.6 kg (171 lbs). In three weeks, I gained approximately 3.6 kg or 7 lbs. I feel like a cow. Fortunately for my body but unfortunately for my taste buds, I am returning to my NYC diet, so I should lose the weight within a couple weeks.

Many thanks to all of my relatives and old friends from The Agency for hosting me and showing me another fantastic time. There was always plenty of great laughs, food and, most importantly, drinks.

I'll post some pics on Facebook and dotPhoto, so be sure to check them in the next week or so if you're interested in seeing how bloated my face got. Honestly I feel like the fat, high school version of Ryan Reynolds' character from Just Friends.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Philippines Randomness

I was supposed to go to a photo shoot featuring three Brazilian models on Saturday. The models were running late so the shoot was pushed back a bit. Unfortunately, I had a family reunion that same afternoon. The new shoot time overlapped with the reunion, and there was no way I could skip it. My afternoon went from photographing hot Brazilian models to hanging out with 50 or more extended-family members. I love my family, but WORST CONFLICT EVER.

At this same family reunion, there was a massive group prayer prior to eating. While we were in the middle of giving thanks to the Lord for all the fine food we were about to devour, at least three people, including my grandmother and aunt, started taking pictures of us in prayer. Asians will take pictures of anything!

I went to mass on Sunday morning with my grandmother and aunt. The service started with a woman announcing the proper attire for church. This is a very rough quote, but she basically said, "You should dress up for church because you are in the Lord's presence. Men should not wear t-shirts, short or sandals." My aunt looked at my outfit -- a t-shirt, shorts and sandals -- and shook her head and laughed.

The church announcer continued, "Women should not wear sleeveless or low-cut tops, spaghetti straps or shorts." She scanned her own outfit, a v-neck tank top and shorts, and says to me, "I'm not giving them money today." Word.

Following the sartorial lecture, the announcer actually starts talking about religious matters and says, "The church has been missionary by nature."I giggled in my head. I probably shouldn't go to church anymore.

My 8-year-old cousin and I were discussing doing the Pose Challenge for asianposes.com, and he said, "You don't look Asian." His 10-year-old brother and my uncle laughed hysterically in agreement. My own family...

My roommate, Old Guy, saw some cookies online called Filipinos and told me to bring some back. After a couple weeks of fruitless searching, I found some in my grandmother's fridge. She told me they're actually Spanish cookies she brought back from her recent trip to Spain, and you can't get them in the Philippines. As I was destroying the milk chocolate package, she urged me to try the white chocolate package. I said, "No, thanks. I'm kinda full, and I don't really like white." My mother was passing by and goes, "Yeah...he doesn't like white," and snickered as she walked into her room. Never should've written the post on The Feva.

My dad met up with an old college futbol teammate on Sunday night. They hadn't seen each other in over 25 years, but reconnected via the magic of Facebook. I learned the following things:
1) They had a teammate who like to drink honey with ground up marijuana before games. This helped him play out of his mind...literally and figuratively. Personally, I'd take the marijuana-honey guy over my two teammates who listened to Dashboard Confessional in the parking lot before games.
2) My dad attended De La Salle. Their most hated rival is Ateneo. Both schools also had high schools and elementary schools. The old futbol teammate didn't attend either of them, so he didn't really understand the gravity of the rivalry. My dad was a student of De La Salle his entire life. The old futbol teammate told the following story about the exact moment my dad helped him realize how deep the hatred runs:
Tom and I were just sitting on a bench before the game. As the Ateneo bus pulled up in front of us, out of nowhere Tom just grabbed the nearest Coke bottle, smashed it, started pointing it at the Ateneo bus and challenged the entire team to fight.
This is the same man who once tried to teach me the difference about being confident and being cocky.
3) They used to call my dad "Richard Gere." Ummm...HAHAHAHAHAHA!

My current weight is 77.1 kg (170 lbs). I'm back to my high school weight, and I don't feel so awesome. I'll be in Hong Kong the next four days, so this probably won't get any better.

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

The Kilo Watch 4

While many of you were celebrating America's independence, I was celebrating my grandparents' 50th wedding anniversary. To honor this milestone in commitment, my mom's entire side of the family went to Panglao in the province of Bohol. It was probably one of the most beautiful and relaxing places I've ever visited. We also drank a lot.

Even though I'd like to share all the hilarious drunken stories, I'll simply relay my favorite. We arrived at about 10am on Friday, and by 10:30am we were lounging on the beach drinking beers while my little cousins played in the water. By 12:30pm, we were either seriously buzzed or fairly drunk and were ready to eat lunch, though I think we just had major beer munchies.

We patronized the restaurant next to our resort, and the alcohol didn't stop flowing. More beers and cocktails were ordered, which is perfectly normal. However, my cousin ordered a Jaeger bomb for his drink. Yup. You read that correctly. He ordered a g-damn Jaeger bomb for his drink to go with his lunch. Unless you're on college spring break, that is far from normal.

This restaurant had one of those old-timey-looking tin signs: "Beer. Helping ugly people have sex since 1862." I initially didn't really care about the sign because I'd seen dozens of them in college. My mom, however, found this to be rather funny and felt the need to point it out to me. At that point I had a "eureka" moment. I got really excited and grabbed my 8-year-old cousin, a beer and the closest bar stool. For a moment, my family was looking at me in a confused manner. They all smiled with their assent and got their cameras ready when they realized what I was doing -- taking a picture of my 8-year-old cousin in front of the sign with a beer.

I have to give major credit to the little guy. He was a natural. I lifted him onto the bar stool and gave him the beer, and he just started posing for the cameras without any direction. For some reason, he already knew what drunkface looked like, so he started with that pose. Next, he gave us Magnum. Lastly, he showed us the euphoria that comes with realizing that beer is going to help him have sex. It was hilarious. Check out the shots in the collage above.

For those intrested in my weight, I was 74.9 kg (165.1 lbs) when I returned.

Wednesday, July 01, 2009

The Kilo Watch 3

I just got back from Palawan. It was more of a relaxed, secluded locale but still lots of fun. Aside from beaching it, I went kayaking and snorkeling in the South China Sea.

The water was nice and calm. I spent half of the snorkeling excursion avoiding jellyfish because they're in-season, but it was worth it because I saw all kinds of cool fish and stuck my hand inside a giant clam. The thing was enormous and actually "chomped" on my hand, though if you wanted, you easily could have fit an entire 10-year-old child in one. I had to dive down 30 feet, and it felt a bit gross and slimy, but it was cool nonetheless.

Let's get to my eats and my weight. I actually kept track of all the food I ate, but I'm not going to bore you with each item I had with every meal. It was tedious to document, so I imagine it'll probably be tedious to read. Rather than bore you with specifics, I'll just give you a high-level rundown.

For the main courses, I ate tons of garlic rice, grilled seafood (mostly squid stuffed with diced tomatoes and onions and multiple varieties of fish), grilled chicken and lots of grilled or fried pork belly. For dessert, I ate an array of purple yam, coconut and rice-based sweets, flans and ice cream. You can view the rest of the dishes at the Food Log album.

As for my weight, it actually dropped from my last post. I'm at 74.2 kg (163.6 lbs). It's a surprising result, considering I ate the entire time I was in Palawan and my only exercise was the kayaking and snorkeling.

I going on another trip from July 3-5, but this time to Bohol. I'll give you another update when I get back.