She just can’t help herself. Within five minutes of meeting her, Bebang Siy will make you laugh. She’ll take her...
She came. She saw. She … conked out. Twenty-one-year-old Miss Utah Marissa Powell had recently been crowned as social media’s latest sweetheart. She competed for the Miss USA 2013 crown last Sunday and got 15 minutes of fame, thanks to the pageant’s final round.
I move through life with confidence and a sense of humor and my days are filled with delight!
Eight years ago, Inquirer Super sent me a message that Rock Ed was to be given the “I am Super” award. It was to be held in the then-superclub called Embassy.
Being a clown is no laughing matter during hard times. That was the somber verdict as the World Clown Association wrapped up its annual convention on Saturday after a decade, which has seen their numbers dwindle.
There, in the presumption that, having lived longer and seen more, one knows better, lies the great burden of age. I may have been lugging that burden around perforce, but I’m not as eager to dispense from it as I used to, as an editorialist. Retired now from that weighty job, I’ve determined precisely to lighten my load and brighten my days.
“Ang taba mo, Lotis! Kumusta si Dolphy? Magpepelikula ka? (You gained weight, Lotis! How’s Dolphy? Are you making a picture?)”
Upon first inspection, “iStatus Nation” is quirky and charming, with the upper half of Joselito de los Reyes’ face rendered as a cartoon with speech bubbles floating over his head.
Last week, overhearing my daughter whispering into her cell phone, I suspected she was talking about our latest family adventure. There was raucous laughter, some indistinct, muffled exclamations and then, at the end, a clear “Well, you know Mommy … lunatic magnet.”
In the ruthless world of the mating game, plain-looking men instinctively know that being funny, smart or poetic helps to compensate for a less-than-stellar exterior.
