Okay, not really.

Well aside from her sizzzzzling good looks (I get so weak)…

She’s got one highly articulate (and charming) potty mouth as well.

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RUBY ROSE: I threw up on Katy Perry and it changed my life. I quit the booze.

So true, so true.


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The Search is Over by Survivor was pretty epic in the eighties, and it still is today, for good reason: it’s timeless. This live performance by the one and only Jimi Jamison is a KILLER (goosebumps alert @ 0:56!) and it’s a good summation of the last five years of my life since I came out.

Not to sound hedonistic, but every single word of this song speaks deeply to me, as I’m sure it does to some of you as well. This is why I cannot imagine a world without music. It weaves into soulful melody our everyday struggles of existence.

Music lives and breathes through us.

How can I convince you what you see is real
Who am I to blame you for doubting what you feel
I was always reachin’, you were just a girl I knew
I took for granted the friend I have in you

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
You were with me all the while

Can we last forever, will we fall apart
At times it’s so confusing, these questions of the heart
You followed me through changes and patiently you’d wait
Till I came to my senses through some miracle of fate

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Now I look into your eyes
I can see forever, the search is over
You were with me all the while

Now the miles stretch out behind me
Loves that I have lost
Broken hearts lie victims of the game
Then good luck it finally struck
Like lightning from the blue
Every highway leading me back to you

Now at last I hold you, now all is said and done
The search has come full circle
Our destinies are one
So if you ever loved me
Show me that you give a damn
You’ll know for certain
The man I really am

I was living for a dream, loving for a moment
Taking on the world, that was just my style
Then I touched your hand, I could hear you whisper
The search is over, love was right before my eyes


*photo taken at Mt. Buller, Australia in July 2007

First part of this series HERE.



I presume no one on this list is more popular than Angelina Jolie, but few people actually know where the good genes come from. Marcheline Bertrand was a fledgling actress in the early seventies, but fate got in the way as she was swept off her feet by the charming Jon Voight. Naturally, as most love stories go, she held off her career for marriage and motherhood. Although the union didn’t last, it did produce one of the most beautiful women known to the world. I guess we can all agree that Angelina Jolie needs no further introduction, ‘no?


Bebe Buell was arguably the most famous groupie of the seventies, having been with practically every rock star worthy of a name — from David Cassidy to Mick Jagger. She was the epitome of a social climber, and a damn good one at that. In fact, so popular was she that the ‘Penny Lane’ character from the movie Almost Famous was inspired by her (along with two other famous groupies of the decade). But what Bebe Buell’s most well-known for, is bearing the child of rock musician Steven Tyler. Initially,  Liv Tyler daughter was kept in the dark about her true paternity, but a chance encounter with the Aerosmith frontman was inevitable — and the striking resemblance said it all.

It amazes me how a girl borne out of such a twisted background can grow up to be as level-headed and decent as Liv Tyler. Not to mention the stunning face. She’s got it all.



As I’ve mentioned in the first part of this countdown, rock stars and supermodels were the ultimate seventies cliché — bar none. And there’s no better representation of this phenomenon than Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall. At the time, The Rolling Stones were reeling off chart topper after chart topper, making them one of the most prolific bands in history. Along with the fame (or infamy, whichever you prefer), came a long line of catwalk-strutting supermodels at their coattails, of which Jerry Hall was the queen bee (personally, I think Patti Hansen was better-looking, but I’m digressing). Naturally, the king of rock music got together with the queen of the catwalk. Now you see why I keep bringing up the word cliché. Four children were borne out of the relationship, including the beautiful Elizabeth and drop-dead gorgeous Georgia May. Both have taken after their mother and are now making names for themselves in the international fashion circuit.

In 1999, as the millennium was coming to a close, it seemed like Mick Jagger and Jerry Hall’s union was about to last forever after twenty-something years. But, the fairy tale just had to end. What can I say? Infidelity is a bitch. Though I guess that’s what most rock stars are good at.


It’s unfortunate Carine Roitfeld had to step down as Paris Vogue’s EIC. Though I can’t complain about Emmanuelle Alt (hot, hot, hot style), I believe Carine R. created Paris Vogue. She was the rogue in a world full of Anna Wintour-esque EICs. Her editorials were always innovative and otherworldly. Dark and mysterious, most of the time, but always a breath of fresh air. The name and the title almost seemed as one. Contrary to Ana W., she may not have been a money-making machine, but she was a genius in her own right. Julia, her daughter, is as much a maverick as her mother. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree — and this is why ilovehersomuch.


Where do I even begin? Let’s just say that before Kate Middleton (or Mary Donaldson, or Charlene Wittstock), there was Grace Kelly. Many stories of commoners-turned-princesses may have come to pass before or after that legendary Monegasque Spring wedding of 1956. But undeniably, Grace Kelly shaped the modern princess. Formidable but graceful. Celebrated but discreet. She was ahead of her time. And monarchies would never be the same again.


Her untimely death in 1982 left behind a son, the reigning Prince Albert of Monaco, and two daughters, Princesses Caroline and Stephanie — who are both as beautiful as their mother. Caroline de Monaco has led a life of royal duties and familial obligations — the life expected of her. The younger Stephanie on the other hand, was, in her own mother’s words, a ‘wild child.’ She pursued a free-wheeling existence full of of spontaneity and abandon, which made her even more appealing to my young mind when I first read about her in the mid-nineties. The dust has finally settled however, and Princess Stephanie now lives a relatively normal life that is more befitting of her title.


Grace Kelly and her daughters showcased generational beauty (and what good genes can do) unlike no other — up until the third generation came along anyway. Because personally, I have to say that Charlotte Casiraghi exceeds ALL expectations.

Physically, Princess Caroline’s daughter is Grace Kelly reincarnated — albeit with a more mysterious countenance. You just can’t help but STARE. Charlotte Casiraghi is living proof of how long, and how far good genes can go. She is part of the new breed of royals, following in the footsteps of her enigmatic grandmother.


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I love reading (and making) Top 10 lists.

List objectification can be fun, even if it isn’t exactly intellectual fodder (paradox intended), but especially when it involves beautiful freaks of nature such as these mothers and daughters.

It’s hard enough picking just ten, much more, putting them in order (not that I’m in any position to say who’s better-looking than others). But since this is a Top 10 list, I am obliged to concede.

The ranking is at my own discretion and is based on nothing more than random criteria I have dreamt up in my own mind (which doesn’t really give this list any tangible credibility).

For questions, suggestions or violent reactions, do drop me a comment below. Thanks.

All disclaimers aside, let’s begin the countdown, shall we?



The late UK TV presenter, Paula Yates, led a troubled life. Dying of an overdose at 41, she left behind four daughters, and a multitude of unassumed responsibilities. That couldn’t have been easy for any child. So I’m cutting Pixie Geldof some slack for being a ‘Boomtown brat.’ She seems, however, to have grown into her own dignified person as of late, so that’s another point up her alley. If only she swings both ways, the world would be a much better place. Sigh.


I know, I know. Not exactly a conventional choice, but the genius is in the details. Courtney Love‘s swag is unlike any other, and her daughter has clearly caught that spark. Notwithstanding the late Kurt Cobain’s awesome genes, of course. The latest set of pictures from a photoshoot by Hedi Slimane aren’t helping my obsession for the tattooed Frances Bean Cobain either. She is both charming, and disarming — a lethal mix.



No disrespect to Amber, but I don’t think anyone in the family can beat the ethereal beauty of eighties supermodel Yasmin Le Bon. It is dumbfounding how she hasn’t seemed to age a day in 20 years! To me, she is the epitome of G.O.R.G.E.O.U.S., so apologies for the extended praises (self-confessed fangirl here). On another note, Amber Le Bon has her own unique qualities as well. The prominent pout and strong eyes are all her own. Distinctions in contrast to her mother’s conventional coutnenance, but she holds them well. Oh, and it doesn’t hurt that she looks a lot like Dasha Zhukova too (*sigh*), which instantly gives her more leverage in my books.



Quick fact: the famous (or infamous, depending on which end of the spending spectrum you’re at) Hermès Birkin was named after the English-born actress and singer, Jane Birkin. She’s well-known the world over for her style (quintessential wicker basket included), toothy smile and romantic dalliances. But more than anything, Jane Birkin embodied the soul of the 70s — erotic and passionate yet free-flowing and easy-going. Her daughter, Lou Doillon, has imbibed the same sensibility, albeit with a more cutting edge. Equine features bearing a strong look is not hard to miss. Pair that with a natural flair for putting clothes together, Lou Doillon has now become a fashion industry favorite. Full disclosure: she’s one of my personal crushes, though I wish Gigola had ended on a more favorable note.



In the seventies, rock stars and supermodels were the ultimate cliché. Keith Richards and Patti Hansen were no different, producing one of rock n’ roll’s most famous couples. He had the talent, she had the beauty. Not a bad trade off, in my opinion. Surprisingly though, unlike many other pairs of the decade, this union has actually lasted for close to 30 years(!) now. Amazing. Luckily, their children won out in the gene gamble and inherited most of their chiseled features from their beautiful mother. Sure, traces of Keith Richards’s roughage are evident, but that only adds even more character to Alexandra‘s and Theodora‘s faces. Win-win all around. Life is not fair.


UP NEXT: Top 10 Celebrity Mothers & Daughters (Part 2) HERE.


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Contrary to popular opinion, drinking buddies x alcohol-free nights do, in fact, mix!

A paradox in itself, but there’s always an exception for every rule. There’s truth but no logic, ‘no?

I thank the higher powers for letting my liver go to mush two days ago, thereby rendering me unable to tolerate alcohol yesterday. Gaaahd. It’s been a while. And it feels… grrrreaaat!

Especially when my favorite Lykke Li song randomly plays in my friend’s ride! Awesome.

I felt like dancing. Slow dancing. With the lights out. Okay, erase that thought.

Lights black
Heads bang
You’re my drug
We live it
You’re drunk, you need it
Real love, I’ll give it

So we’re bound to linger on
We drink the fatal drop
Then love until we bleed
Then fall apart in parts

Until We Bleed by Lykke Li

*with scenes from the Thai movie, “Yes or No” (google it)


I showed this video to my friend, Kim, a couple of months ago. And I reckon she’s been hooked on the song ever since. But unlike me, she doesn’t mind the video as much as the song (or so she says). Hehe.

Back to sobriety. I don’t think I’ve had so much fun sober as when I’m drunk. Goes to show that good friends are good friends, no matter. In sobriety or inebriety. With alcohol, or even lack thereof.

So when was your last sober night?

1.) DJ Kantik soothes my nerves like nothing else.


2.) Okay, maybe except for an ice-cold pint of Tooheys New (imissyousomuch). Yeah, I’m ghetto like dutt. Cheap beer rocks my socks.

3.) Then again, nothing beats a beautiful woman spinning on turntables. So I’m gay. Sue me.

4.) Or a perhaps, a perpetually smiling Freja Behaaaa….. <— endless ray of sunshine

5.) Especially with THAT quintessential leather jacket on….. *fangirl mode*

6.) The all-new Cat McNeil isn’t so bad either. Hell, nawww. *ooh la la* I think I feel better already.

7.) But y’know what’s EVEN better?? A long-gone Freja Beha x Cat McNeil dream-made-in-supermodel-heaven. Aww.. breaks my little lesbian heart. *sniffles*

8.) Or even an old Cat McNeil x Ruby Rose (a.k.a. beautiful woman spinning on turntables) snapshot. *sigh* Errr.. Okay, this isn’t helping at all.

9.) If all else fails, there’s always Joan Jett to turn my sorrows to. A classic never dies… and she’s always single anyway.

10.) Gaaahhd. I AM SO GAY.

*brain freeze*



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It’s been done before.

But this Marcelito Pomoy is still an interesting discovery. Not to mention the catchy name.

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Mindless surfing on YouTube brought me to his rendition of “Let The Love Begin,” originally sung by Gino Padilla and Janet Basco in the mid-90s. Yes, I know that from memory.

What can I say, I was a big Viva Cinema/Pinoy Blockbuster Channel fan.

Awesome female voice transition @ 1:30, relative to male alto @ 0:45.


I haven’t watched TV in years, so I have no prior inkling of this guy’s claim to fame, nor of how he got discovered in the first place. Anyone care to fill me in on the details? Reality show? Singing contest? Do tell.

All I know is that Marcelino Pomoy does pretty good renditions of OPM duet classics. Yeah, he sings with himself. Cool. Admittedly, some erratic high notes make him sound like a tranny. But those are well-interspersed with masculine baritones and a mix of feminine soprano/falsetto.

Very few people are as gifted.

Here’s another remake of an old favorite — “Forever” — an original by Martin Nievera and Regine Velasquez.


Thank you, Marcelito Pomoy (whoever you are), for bringing new life to the songs of my childhood. Which, no matter how outdated or baduy, have always held a special place in my heart.


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