Tuesday, December 28, 2004
A release date has been set for Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, the sixth book in J.K. Rowling's series about the young wizard's scholarly years at Hogwarts. Rowling has finally finished the book and the manuscript is already with her editors/publishers. The book will be released on the 16th anniversary of the killer quake that hit us, by the way. This is so exciting!
Caught Oprah's favorite things episode for the year, the episode that always makes me and zeester#1 drool. This year she gave away flat TVs, washer-dryer systems, MP3 players and Sony Vaios. Kewl. What was more cool was the audience was composed of teachers who thought that they were going there for an episode on the educational system. Tears were streaming down their eyes when they found out they were there for the "hottest ticket on television". Who wouldn't be overjoyed... especially them on a teacher's meager salary. What was fun to watch was their sheer jubilation at receiving $500 gift cheques from the OfficeMax supply store. Haha!
Wonderful Finding Neverland promo episode with Sexiest Man Alive Johnny Depp. Looking all 21 Jumpstreet again with clean hair and a clean face. Is this man actually 40ish? Sigh. Am teeny-bopper all over again.
The lead actor of My Sassy Girl reminds me so much of G! Methinks I will take to calling him Sassy Boy. Sassy Boy just dropped by the office today and brought me a bottle of Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon as well as a CD that apparently has a program. Hmmm. Interesting. When I mentioned the resemblance to Sassy Boy, he groans and says, "Oo nga daw." Haha!
Asian Chicken vs. Asian Tsunami
The whole world is watching the disaster coverage of the tsunamis that have so far killed 23,000 people in Sri Lanka, India, Indonesia, Thailand, coastal Africa and other areas. Ominous as the consecutive disasters may seem, harbingers of the apocalypse even, life still goes on. Which is why Kart and I had lunch at KFC and I had the Asian Chicken salad. Is good, especially with Sour Cream Funshots.
Last Song Syndrome : Seven Years - Sugar Hiccup
A belated Merry Christmas to one and all. Here's to a blessed, prosperous New Year, too. Heaven knows we Pinoys deserve one. You hear that, Tita Glo?
Finally the year-end work is starting to clear up, and the gifts have all been wrapped and given. I've also (quite speedily and skillfully, I might say) done my accounting for the period. I'm the type of person who accumulates all the expenses and receipts and then sits down later on. There have been times that I've been shocked out of my skull because I've spent too much. Fortunately this Christmas wasn't such a time.
Things I was able to do over the Christmas holiday weekend:
Phew! It was a good weekend though, tiring gift-wrapping and stomach pain notwithstanding. Not bad for a member of of the Samahan ng mga Malalamig ang Pasko.
Last Song Syndrome : All I Want - Toad the Wet Sprocket
Thursday, December 09, 2004
I received my first Christmas card in the mail yesterday. It was from Ex-Immediate Boss, who's now Down Under. Of course, technically, it's "from" her daughters, My and Ice. I love receiving Christmas cards! Just reminds me I have to start sending mine out, though. The ones to the Stateside family, especially, since snail mail takes so slow.
I've tried the C2 green tea drink made by John Gokongwei's Universal Robina Corporation which is currently being marketed aggressively. It's too freaking sweet. It takes like sugar water with a dash of green tea and lemon. Although more expensive by about 30%, there's less sugar, and I think a more 'authentic' green tea taste. I should try the unsweetened version though, my officemate said they have one.
Sixteen days 'til Christmas and there are no gifts for the immediate family yet!!!
Your Element Is Air
You dislike conflict, and you've been able to rise above the angst of the world.
And when things don't go your way, you know they'll blow over quickly.
Easygoing, you tend to find joy from the simple things in life.
You roll with the punches, and as a result, your life is light and cheerful.
You find it easy to adapt to most situations, and you're an open person.
With you, what you see is what you get... and people love that!
Last Song Syndrome : What A Wonderful World - Louis Armstrong
Saturday, December 04, 2004
Books for Less, Greenbelt. There is this woman in a flowing black printed dress who looks like this designer I see on TV. She is youngish, around 35, but she smells like something quite old, like tea rose, only a little muskier and mustier. I get the beginnings of a headache each time I cross her path. There are some people whose scents terribly clash with yours. Since the olfactory nerve plays an integral role in my everyday life, it just gets me thinking that I won't be able to get along with these people just based on their scents. It's not that they smell bad, I just can't stand their smell, their perfume. And if our scent choices are extraordinarily clashing, perhaps our personalities are, too.
Walking around, Greenbelt. It's not particularly fun, walking around aimlessly because two of your best friends suddenly changed plans. Sometimes you even get the feeling that it's downright sad. But you can't be mad at them, not when one's 7 months pregnant and the other's in a weird phase in her relationship with her great love. But what can you do, you love these people, and even though you've been stuck window shopping (frustrating, because I always want to shop with money) for three hours you still wait, and when you see them, you're happy to see them. Because for husband-less, boyfriend-less you, these are some of the moments that make you happy outside your content solitude, and you treasure these moments.
Appleby is also alive again (yay!), and she has posted something by Ralph Marston, originally posted on Go Where You Want:
Many of the things that bring you down are of your own choosing.
You choose them because you assume there's nothing better available to you, but there always is something better.
Many of the things that bring you down are just old habits that you've never managed to break. You assume they are a permanent part of you, but they are not.
Sure it takes some effort to find and make better choices. Yet those choices are indeed there, and once you begin to find a few, a whole lot more will suddenly pop into view.
Yes, it takes time and commitment to overcome a destructive habit. Once you do it, though, you'll feel like you can take on just about any challenge, and you'll be right.
Think about who you really are, and what you truly want to do with your life. Let your best vision of who you are, and of who you can be, guide the choices that you make every moment.
Life can be easy, haphazard and empty, or it can be focused, directed and full. The choices you make will make you who you choose to be.
Take heart, and take responsibility. Man, it's so hard.
Last Song Syndrome : Run - Kitchie Nadal
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
The back was sore last Sunday, because I had fallen asleep on Bespren J's couch. We came from zeester#1's boyfriend's birthday at Grilla, where I saw little girl in heavy makeup Heart Evangelista, wandering all over in search of a spot to take her phone call. I wanted to go up to her and say, dear, it's noisy everywhere here, you might want to go outside. We old fogies left early, took out tea from Starbucks (old fogies talaga!) and chatted away at Bespren J's house, where we watched the Kontrobersyal (?) feature on the internet-sex den, and then tried to wait up for the replay of Coupling, in vain. I had to go home before I was too sleepy to drive.
The wallet is sore. Dang that Midnight Madness sale! Bought new cross-trainers (20% off, in the darnedest place, Cinderella), new bedsheets (30% off, at Woman; since zeester#1 was complaining that one of my sets was icky) and Christmas gifts. Why do I have to love giving Christmas gifts? Why do I have so many godchildren? Why, why, why?
The stomach is sore. Lots of cake, lots of crabs (as in the shellfish kind). Not a good combination. The mother-unit's birthday gig was at Red Crab, with the daughters, the hoping-to-be-future-sons-in-law (none with me), and the adopted sons. Was fun eating with your hands, although it was really really messy. And it was really good barbecue crab, mind you.
Am a little sore that I just got to watch The Incredibles last Sunday night. As J. texted, I "usually watch those stuff waaay before everyone else". Well, not this time. Bespren M and Kalila were chattering happily away about Violet and Dash last week at the baby shower. Oh well. I finally got to watch it. Was quite entertained, although it was no Finding Nemo. Still, I would get a DVD. At the same time, I was wondering what the heck I was doing there with that specific person. Was it a regular movie-date (which it was not, not really)? Was it a pity-date (on whose side, I wonder)? Was it really just two friends going out for a movie? Yes, it was that. At this point I don't want to think it was anything more.
And finally am a little sore at J. I'm not sure if he's avoiding me, or if he's really just super-duper-busy (which I think he is, also--although I am a proponent of the make-time-for-your-friends school of thought). Maybe it's really just a matter of wrong timing. In any case, I don't think I'll be dropping him a line anytime soon.
Last Song Syndrome : Limp - Fiona Apple
Thursday, November 18, 2004
The expectant mother was teary-eyed and all; and it didn't help that she got a call to go to work on a Sunday evening. Feck. Oh well.
I broke a little Ugu Bigyan urn over at Tita X's during the baby shower, clumsy me. Of course, before that, I stepped on Tita X's well-manicured and exposed-in-tsinelas toes. I felt like such an oaf (and being overweight did not help). Fie upon me! Now I have to find a little Ugu Bigyan urn/vase to replace it. Help?
One of our officemates died of lung cancer early this morning. She was 39. Thirty-nine freaking years old! It's absolutely sad, because she just gave birth to a little boy. Actually she was diagnosed with the cancer during her last trimester of pregnancy. Sometimes things just really suck. And you wonder how there can be a silver lining for something like this.
Happy Birthday, magnifique_f8h!
Last Song Syndrome : You Make Me Wanna... - Usher
Monday, November 15, 2004
Some pictures from the day-trip to Ocean Park:
Dolphins! (which are not fishies, but mammals, eh? hehe, i know my zool!)
Going down to the Tai Shue Wan entrance from the Headland.
some nice things
Last Song Syndrome : Yeah - Usher
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Hot Mama Anj has given birth to her third supling, Anthony, named after her father. Of course, from her picture a days after giving birth, it looks like she's much thinner than me again. Feh. I'm fatter than a mother of three. I'm looking forward to going to Bacolod to be with her, maybe if they push through with moving the November 30 holiday to November 29.
Anj, Del, Bespren J and I have been through a lot together, since second year high school. Bespren J and I were old friends, since third grade, but during freshman year I was much closer to Bads, May, Lene (+) and Gail. I went through a whole pop-kid phase and I even wrote Bespren M a letter telling her that we weren't best friends so she should stop thinking that. What a biatch. And then, out of nowhere, Bads joined up with the real "power" group, May, Lene and Gail booted me out, and I sought comfort in Char's friendship, which was then miscontrued as a lesbian relationship (!). [Apparently, my relationships -imagined, by others- were grist for the rumor mill, including that one with Char, and another with our NatSci teacher.] On the first day of class of sophomore year, I didn't even know where to go for lunch. I think it was Anj and Bespren J who asked me where I was eating (or something) and the rest was history.
Through the years we realized we were usually in a ratio of 2:2. For example, Bespren J and Anj were the varsity players; while Del and I were the writers. Anj and Del used the St. Michael socks with the heart design, while Bespren J and I used the socks with the little parallel lines. Two of us would get singkamas with bagoong from outside gate 6, while the other two would get mangga. Hence, we called our barkada (clique) Ratio, to set ourselves apart from Fuji, or the Circle of 26, or even Rubber Band. Whether it was a ratio of 2:2 or 3:1, we were Ratio. We became each others' confidantes, sounding boards, bridesmaids, kumares.
It continues--Anj and Del are now married, while Bespren J and I are boyfriendless. (Shite.) Anj, however, is the only one with kids, and it seems that she's having enough kids for all of us. Last time I met up with her at her parents' house, I was the one who got tired for her--7 months pregnant and taking care of two toddlers. Beautiful children, though. So there. Del has to have kids to make it a ratio. Unfortunately for little Anthony though, Bespren J and I are already godmothers to Wills, Anj's eldest, while Del is godmother to her second, pretty Justine. No more Ratio godmother for him. We'll surely smother him with kisses, though. Teehee. These are good friends, these friends I've kept. Together with Bespren M, Bespren D, the Gelpren, and Piaya, these are my support group, a family away from family.
At the Centennial airport, while waiting to board. Waiting at airports while pumped with Bonamine makes you think strange things.
Birthday good-vibes to gamhanan. Have a great one!
Last Song Syndrome : Don't Let the Sun Catch You Crying - Bob Marley
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
You Are a Life Blogger!
Your blog is the story of your life - a living diary.
If it happens, you blog it. And make it as entertaining as possible.
Since I'm not at full-blast yet after the short vacation. Maybe tomorrow.
Last Song Syndrome : The Mystic's Dream - Loreena McKennitt
Saturday, November 06, 2004
The next day we went to the cemetery (cue in mother-unit's artistic side). Apparently badminton has replaced sakla and all those card games as the cemetery game of choice. I just don't know if there's anything to be said on trampling on other people's graves. I saw a sad old man alone placing flowers and candles on a grave--his wife, probably? I don't know why, but sad old people strike such a chord of melancholy in me, more so than sad children. Another sad thing was the grave of Tita Teresita, which was stark and didn't look visited or cleaned recently, unlike Mamang's (by the time we had arrived, two sets of flowers had already been placed there).
After that early morning journey to the cemetery and a short pitstop at Mommy T's house in Alabang, I treated myself to a quiet afternoon at Powerbooks where I was able to browse through (okay, read and finish) two graphic novels. The first was JLA: Riddle of the Beast, a fantasy story that rethinks/recasts DC universe characters like Robin (Tim) Drake, Kal'El, Diana, Luthor, Green Arrow, Batman. I had wanted to buy a copy for ages. It was a good thing that there was an open copy this time, because I really don't think it was worth its PhP1,249 price tag. It was a relatively engrossing story, and it was nice to see familiar characters in a different light. However, there were some aspects in which it was a little lacking--maybe I'm expecting too much in a DCU/fantasy hybrid. Then there was a reintroduction to an old favorite: Elfquest: The Searcher and the Sword. Cutter and Leetah's adoptive human daughter Shuna tells the story this time, in the juxtaposition of her quest to find out more about humankind, and Treestump's quest to make a real sword. It's nice to read about these Wolfriders again. I hope to read about them again. It's been almost 20 years since I last read an Elfquest comic and I think I can now understand and appreciate more than when I was in third grade.
The rest of the weekend was spent studying. And it seemed to have been for naught because I didn't do well in that exam. Feh. Procrastinate. Now.
Didn't take any pictures during the birthday celebrations, so instead here are some pictures of kids close to my heart having fun on Halloween. First up is Mel and Ab's unico hijo Migs dressed up as Neo. I really really like the leather coat--adorable!
Before and after pictures of my niece, one of my favorite goddaughters. Apparently she has this ghoul shtick rehearsed. Little Louie was shrieking in sheer terror. Sheer terror, I tell you.
If you don't blow out candles on your birthday, can you say that you aren't a year older? Teehee.
Last Song Syndrome : China - Tori Amos
Friday, November 05, 2004
I must commend the mother-unit's practical creativity. This flower arrangement we placed on Mamang and Papang's grave was made out of flowers from the market, sinamay from a bouquet that zeester#1 received from the boyfriend, leftover ribbon, and a Selecta half-gallon tin. Purty, no?
I understand the need for a more practical approach to this; after all, it seems that the minute you leave the flowers at the grave, little kids scurry over to scavenge them (at least in our part of the Sucat burial grounds), and flowers are oturageously priced at this time of year. Besides, Mamang and Papang were simple and practical people and I believe they would have appreciated this.
Of course, things are different in the province, where there is a mausoleum for my Lolo and Lola and a modicum of flair must be maintained (or so the relatives think, because the Lolo was one of the town's founding fathers). I believe the mausoleum is repainted every other year; and my parents spend more than a month's worth of groceries on maintenance each year. Oh well. I've been to Mamang and Papang's simple grave every year since 1978. I've only visited Lolo and Lola's tomb twice. Ever.
DaMike knows this song by heart. Teehee. The guy will probably make a great dad.
One two three four five six seven!
Said the Alligator King to his seven sons,
"I'm feelin' mighty down.
Whichever of you can cheer me up
Will get to wear my crown."
His first son brought seven oyster pearls
From the bottom of the China Sea.
The second gave him seven statues of girls
With clocks where their stomachs should be.
The third son gave him seven rubies
From the sheikdom Down There Beneath.
The King thought the rubies were cherries,
And he broke off seven of his teeth.
The fourth son tried to cheer him up
With seven lemon drops.
The King said, "I'm sorry son,
Since that ruby episode, I just haven't got the chops."
The fifth son brought the King perfume
In seven fancy silver jars;
The King took a whiff, and he broke out in spots
'Cause it smelled like cheap cigars.
The sixth son gave him seven diamond rings
To wear upon his toes.
The King snagged his foot on the royal red rug
And crumpled up his nose.
The seventh son of the Alligator King
Was a thoughtful little whelp.
He said, "Daddy, appears to me
That you could use a little help."
Said the Alligator King to his seventh son,
"My son, you win the crown.
You didn't bring me diamonds or rubies, but
You helped me up when I was down.
Take the crown; it's yours, my son.
I hope you don't mind the dents.
I got it on sale at a discount store-
Cost me all of seven cents!"
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished me to the Third Level of Hell!
Here is how I matched up against all the levels:
|Purgatory (Repenting Believers)||Very Low|
|Level 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)||Moderate|
|Level 2 (Lustful)||Moderate|
|Level 3 (Gluttonous)||High|
|Level 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)||Very Low|
|Level 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)||Moderate|
|Level 6 - The City of Dis (Heretics)||Very Low|
|Level 7 (Violent)||Moderate|
|Level 8- the Malebolge (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)||Moderate|
|Level 9 - Cocytus (Treacherous)||Low|
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Last Song Syndrome : Incubus - Like A Virgin (thanks librarianjessie!)
Friday, October 29, 2004
Has a twin, son of a twin, grandson of a twin, just about two years older than me, and chiselled good looks. And GM of the Red Sox. Gaah. Sorry, Joe Torre, I think this guy's winning me over!
Last Song Syndrome : Sound of the Underground - Girls Aloud
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Things that made me break into a smile:
Sigh. Maybe it really does have to do with your own personal wellbeing, how you deal with circumstance. However extenuating circumstances may seem to be, they still, after all, are a test of character. Feh. I think I lost mine somewhere since starting Big Projects.
Last Song Syndrome : Pardon Me - Incubus
The Red Sox are the World Champions!
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
and now feel so
People can just really clash, even people who apparently like each other and go out on gimmicks with each other. It's hard when you put so much importance and exert so much effort on your work, because someday, sometime or another, it will let you down. You will have a bad day; it's just that it's something I could really do without now, not after being at work the entire weekend and finding out that the PDA that I wanted to buy on zero-percent installment wasn't on zero-percent installment anymore (talk about vague advertising--apparently some products are available until the 31st, but the majority, well, aren't).
Immediate Director-Boss sent me and JP an email reprimand because we came back from lunch late (after buying the Tungsten E, by the way). And then the matter of the training scheduled for this afternoon, which was well-attended. However, this funky little tongue of mine let slip a statement that wasn't well-received by some people, these friends of ex-Medium Immediate Boss (ex-MIB). And now, ex-MIB, with whom we were supposed to meet tonight, suddenly cancels, heaven knows where she is.
CB wanted to meet up after the training but I'm in no mood to socialize right now. So there. I'm going home. I'm watching The Grid and then CSI: Miami and then I'm tuning out. The hell.
Last Song Syndrome : nothing. i can hear nothing.
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
I did something utterly stupid a few hours ago. JP was asking me for help tweaking his file and I accidentally erased everything that he had done for the past hour or so. He was peeved. I know he was. You know when people say, "No, I'm not mad..." because it's what's expected; but they're really seething. I stopped saying sorry after about 10 tries. It wouldn't get anywhere. I feel so stupid for having caused him additional strain, not like the stress at StingyCo's enough. Right now the peer-relationship is a little strained; we haven't directly spoken to each other since (aside from the apologies). Sigh. Takes one little thing to ruin a day.
Last Song Syndrome : All Apologies - Nirvana
Monday, October 25, 2004
Note: Yours truly is no Dr. Love, nor have I enough life experience to actually give good advice. I just thought this over.
I still go back to my basic concept. Do whatever makes you happy. Don't do anything out of paranoia, or out of fear that someone is going to end up with someone. Listen to your head, too; take that advice from someone who's constantly listened to her heart and has nothing to show for it. What have I learned after all this? Sometimes doing the right thing is hard; you will regret it, but never for very long. Sometimes doing the right thing will lead to heartbreak but in the long run you will realize that it was for the best. Sometimes, on the other hand, doing the right thing will require you to swallow your pride and endure countless jabs at your heart, your ego, your self-esteem. Either way, doing the right thing will be hard sometimes, and you need to think it through and pray it through.
Last Song Syndrome : Broken - Seether
Sunday, October 24, 2004
yay red sox
It might actually be a Cinderella season after all. Yay for the underdog!
birthday celebrants on friendster
Apparently, friendster has a new feature showing your friends with upcoming birthdays. Because of this I have received birthday greetings from a couple of people whom I don't always come into contact with. It was nice, actually.
people who share my birthday
- Markee - okay, so he has better-shaped eyebrows than I do (natural yun), but this founding member of the LasPinyeros is one person whom I can always count on for droll, frank comments and advice that more often than not are true.
- y_slaybelle - Ms. Russia, PinoySlayer, Digital Dave-owner and inveterate blogger all in one! One of the first PinoySlayers to welcome me to the fold... wonderful person.
- Tristan - former student and volleyball varsity player, now based in the US. Funny and fearless.
- Shirley from the lower batch - don't really know much about her... just that we share the same birthday. Hahahaha.
- According to The CelebrityCafe, I share birthdays with the following notable people: Ezra Pound, Ruth Gordon, Louis Malle (husband of Candice Bergen, right?), Ivanka Trump (aak! daughter of The Man), Diego Maradona, Henry Winkler (hey Fonzie!), Harry Hamlin, and Gavin Rossdale. Not so notable: Snow (1, 2, 3: inFORmer! watermelon-watermelon-watermelon...)
- A check at IMDb yields two more interesting personages with whom I share a birthday: Gael Garcia Bernal (yummy... exactly the same age as Markee, by the way) and Adam Copeland, known to wrestling fans as Edge.
There can be absolutely no truth to people with the same birthdays having the same characteristics.
And now, back to work.
Last Song Syndrome : White Houses - Vanessa Carlton
For some insame reason, I like this song.
Saturday, October 23, 2004
Friday, October 22, 2004
|You are 10% geek||OK, so maybe you ain't a geek. You do, at least, show a bit of interest in the world around you. Either that, or you have enough of a sense of humor to pick some of the sillier answers on the test. Regardless, you're probably a pretty nifty, well-rounded person who gets along fine with people and can chat with just about anyone without fear of looking stupid or foolish or overly concerned with minutiae. God, I hate you.|
Moi, self-confessed geek, algebra-lover and avid Star Trek: Voyager fan? Apparently it takes more than that to be a certified geek. And Drew is the poster girl for this level. Kyut.
Last Song Syndrome : No Blue Sky - The Thorns
Thursday, October 21, 2004
For the first time in major league baseball, a team has clawed back from a 3-0 playoff deficit to win the series. And for a storied team that hasn't won the World Series for 86 years, it was a wonderful story indeed, one that will reverberate for ages. The mighty New York Yankees were struck down by the Boston Red Sox.
I don't really follow major league baseball all that closely now, although I used to cheer for an Andy Petitte/Tino Martinez-lead Yankee team as well as Tom Glavine and Chipper Jones over at Atlanta. That was half a decade ago. The Yankees are still mighty, but nowadays I prefer European football to the American national sport. When the Yankees raced to a 3-0 series lead, it was almost a done deal. And then when I was home recuperating, I watched as the gutsy Red Sox fought through 12 innings to win Game 4. And then 14 innings worth of Game 5. The series was actually shaping up to be exciting.
And now this. It's the perfect cap to a historical series. Diehard Red Sox fans Stephen King and Stewart O'Nan chose a great season to chronicle. Props to the Boston Red Sox. They really deserve this.
Now, back to soccer, where there are a lot of cuter dudes.
Last Song Syndrome : Take On Me - a-ha
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Bespren D: pwede ba akong mag-request...ng baby shower
Ri: kelan? kelan ba usually ang baby shower? ilang months?
Bespren D: ay hindi ko alam pero 7 months na ako next month kaya time na rin for me to buy stuff (actually dapat 8th month pero alangan naman i shop during the christmas rush!). and i dont know where to start.
Bespren M: Sure ba! Hello.... I may not be around when the baby is born (you're due in March, tama ba?)
Bespren D: confused ka talaga M, pero excused ka dont worry. magbilang ka iha--7th month = november, 8th month = december, 9th month = january...11th month = march -- baka nagsasalita na ang baby kung patagalin ko hanggang march sa tyan ko ;)
Last Song Syndrome : Stay - Lisa Loeb
Call me spoiled, but I consider internet access in my workplace as a dissatisfier. When I was with the green-and-white, I would spend an average of at least 2 hours a day on the internet. To think we shared PCs back then. Since I was at work early and more often than not went home late, I could use the PC that AMJ and I shared without remorse, or without supervision, for that matter. When I transferred to StingyCo, I realized that there were network admin who actually had the power to remove internet access. Once adminDude removed my internet access because one of the bosses of another department complained that she passed by my cubicle in the middle of the day and I was surfing. Feh.
After a while, my access was restored (after a few friendly chats with adminDude) and I learned how to be more discreet. However, we have never been able to access any instant messenger services due to the firewal. Then, last year, our office email started blocking yahoogroups mail; more debilitating was the start, just last Monday, of our proxy server blocking Yahoo! mail and other services. Aside from having to check mail at home (and not at lunch hour -wink, wink- as we were wont to), we would not be able to check if there were any urgent mail, and I would no longer be able to access my LAUNCHcast personal station. Gaah! I can only listen to so much of The Big Hits station.
If I consider this a dissatisfier, does this mean I'll be on the lookout for new work then? Who hasn't been on the lookout for greener pastures, really? I was just really disappointed that suddenly this policy was implemented, after four years of relative freedom. This also means less sleep, because I will now be forced to surf during the offpeak time of the wee hours of the morning. Oh well. In any case, though, if a better prospect for work comes knocking, who knows? Internet or no internet.
Besides, with a 20% pay differential I will be able to afford unlimited broadband.
social animals we are
Got this from Patty:
Category I - The Hub
You're a 'people person'. Networking runs in your
blood. Consequently, you can move through most
social circles with ease.
What Type of Social Entity are You?
brought to you by Quizilla
Apparently I am a 'people person'. Well I do have a lot of acquaintances (just not on friendster), and I believe I can move through most social circles with ease (except the extreme class A, and some communities especially in say, Tondo). I can't say I network well, though. I think I would have jumped StingyCo at the first chance if I did network right. (Hastily looks around to check if anyone has been reading over her shoulder.)
Last Song Syndrome : Building a Mystery - Sarah McLachlan
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Last Sunday, I found I couldn't speak. My larynx was swollen and the vocal chords were simply not working. He would have said that my laryngitis infection was a manifestation of my trying to say something but not being able or willing to; or maybe I had said something foul. I think it would probably be the latter, if I believed him. I believe that sicknesses like mine may mean that you haven't been taking care of yourself, or that your body is unnecessarily weak, but I've never put much stock into any psychological meaning of any disease. I am sick because I've pushed myself a bit hard the past few weeks, what with work, badminton and early morning rounds on the net.
If there's anything psychological about getting sick the way that I have, I figure it's because I've insanely plodded on without any respect for the capacity of my body, which hasn't been at peak performance lately. That disregard for one's own health and limitations is a psychological study on its own; never mind trying to find out what it is that I'm subconsciously trying to say, or any bad things I've said. I'd rather study the psychological means of willing myself better, which I've tried to do consciously, but subconsciously, it seems an entirely different matter. Seems my body doesn't really want to get well, craving for a bit more rest. Unfortunately it's not going to get it until after this Big-Project-Weekend.
Meanwhile, the almost regular attacks of tonsillitis can only be attributed to our hereditary sweet tooth (same as the father-unit and zeester #2). Teehee.
Last Song Syndrome : Sound of the Underground - Girls Aloud
Monday, October 18, 2004
Thanks for the ever-present encouragement, and the referral for the sideline thingy.
May there always be work
for your hands to do,
may your purse
always hold a coin or two.
May the sun always shine
on your windowpane,
may a rainbow be certain
to follow each rain.
May the hand of a friend
always be near you,
may God fill your heart
with gladness to cheer you.
Last Song Syndrome : Moonshadow - Mandy Moore
Was able to watch the first episode of The Grid yesterday though. Was quite taken with it despite the laid-back storytelling. Also, was wondering if Julianna Margulies had anything done, her face seemed so tight. Oh well. Am going to (try to) rest now.
Last Song Syndrome : I've Got a Theory - BtVS cast
Friday, October 15, 2004
Here's hoping for a peaceful and healing afternoon's rest as well as a good weekend ahead. Have "pseudo-date" with BB on Sunday; four-odd years after our first pseudo-date for Mickey Blue Eyes. Sky Captain and The World of Tomorrow looks interesting, if only for the star value. Besides, am such a sucker for JUDE-LAW-AND-ANGELINA-JOLIE-IN-THE-SAME-MOVIE! Oh well.
I leave you with a cute Calvin and Hobbes comic. Here's to us all, insignificant specks, but we make the most of it.
I know someone important to me (or used to be, at least) has his/her birthday today. I can't remember. Feh.
Big-time agent is looking for me. Good thing she doesn't know me by face. I will escape now. Have a good weeekend.
Last Song Syndrome : Sweet Home Alabama
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
Ang lamig pa dito.
Last Song Syndrome : Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins
TOP 3 Frequently visited sites
TOP 3 Foods
1. penne al telefono
2. ebi tempura
3. salted garlic squid
TOP 3 Drinks
1. mirinda orange
2. raspberry tea frapp
TOP 3 Snacks
1. oishi ridges bbq
2. brazo de mercedes
3. kettle corn microwave popcorn
TOP 3 Indoor activities
TOP 3 Outdoor activities
TOP 3 Accessories
3. badminton racket
TOP 3 Major expenses
TOP 3 Books that you like
1. Einstein's Dreams
2. Mists of Avalon
TOP 3 Movies that you like
1. The Princess Bride
2. Lord of the Rings trilogy (hehe, 3 in 1)
3. Good Will Hunting
Last Song Syndrome : Why Not - Hilary Duff
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
How does one stay sane in times like these? I don't want to go back to 70-hour workweeks and no social life, not when I'm starting to actually have a set of friends at the office, getting close to CB again after all this time, and being able to spend time with my family. I know it's a matter of time management (like I shouldn't be blogging right now); but sometimes it really seems there aren't enough hours in a day. I don't even get to surf and download as much anymore. Sigh.
Last Song Syndrome : If I Am - Nine Days
Saturday, October 09, 2004
Meanwhile, on earthquake-related stuff: I was at Starbucks Glorietta 4. Ate J. and I were looking at the plastic Starbucks glasses (the ones that come in the plastic tote bag) when Maleen pointed to the ceiling. Ate J. thought I was being mean when I suddenly looked away from her mid-sentence and stared at the ceiling. The (paper? fabric?) lantern shades of the Starbucks lights were swaying ominously. Then I felt it, a gentle rocking. Everyone had left by this time, but we had just taken our orders and I, for one, didn't want to waste a good raspberry tea frappucinno. So there we were, glued to the spot. Like prophecygrrl, I do not know whether it's safe to go up or down; in any case, we would just have taken our chances and run out to the smoking area. I would have wanted to experience this at one of the upper floors of Oakwood, though, knowing in hindsight that it wasn't a fatal quake. That would have been fun--motion-sickness-inducing, but fun. Supposed nightcap quickly became an earthquake-story-fest, with Vanj having the most interesting story, having been a student in Baguio during the fateful July 1991 earthquake.
N., the former SO, was in Cavite and started texting me, asking where I was and with whom. Another text said that he was concerned and to let him know when I was already home. I texted him, "Hello, OA ka!" I don't want to be mean, but I don't see the need to be answerable to him in any way. It's been more than a year since we've broken up, and I'm not exactly keen for him to be back in my life. Why is it the people we don't really want sticking around do stick around, while those that you wish were still with you don't want anything to do with you? Am I wrong to push him away because, heck, he's the only guy who'll have anything to do with me right now?
Last Song Syndrome : Trouble - Pink
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
Unfortunately, my officemate GL made a huge mistake involving inputting wrong parameters into our administration system. Unfortunately, that error caused a chain reaction that resulted in veritable pandemonium, ultimately causing a delay in a major deliverable. All because of a single digit. This particular administration system (we have two) is still housed in StingyCo’s head office in the Island; as such, any problems require the help of regional IT. Everything was fixed on Monday; unfortunately, other systems were also affected, especially financial systems. I believe GL has tendered his resignation; I can’t help but feel a little guilty (aftermath of decidedly Catholic upbringing?) because it could have been avoided had I been a little more persistent. As it was V. and I, having reminded him twice, thought our job was done. Apparently not.
So there. Shit hit the fan. That wasn’t the end of it, though. Regional IT made a mistake in loading the data—we had to go through the entire process once more. This was by no means an enjoyable experience. Everyday until Wednesday was spent doing damage control. Unfortunately most damage control means dealing with the big bosses and explaining how something like that could go wrong.
goodbyes were never easy
Coincidentally, this was the time allotted to put together MIB’s short program. So Maleen, JP and I ended up a little frazzled on the big day itself. Thursday night was the only time we had completed all the pictures, scanned and resized, for the AVP. Since I had previously done DnA’s presentation using Adobe Premiere Pro, I tried to duplicate the feat. Unfortunately, at 2am on Friday, I tried rendering the 2 minutes of presentation I had completed. It took 30 minutes. I gave up. At 4am it was back to good old PowerPoint. To heck with it looking professional.
MIB’s last day started heartbreakingly enough—she was already crying on the way to the office. I have always known MIB to be strong so seeing her break down like that was enough for me to start sniffling and holding back tears. But there was no time to be sentimental (honestly!). We had our work cut out for us. Fortunately everything fell into place. Our pre-despedida with just the department at RedBox was quite enjoyable. For my first time there, it made a good impression. The room that we reserved had a billiard table, so we were singing our hearts out while the boys were playing billiards. Sir N’s rendition of Balatkayo by Anthony Castelo (complete with weird dance—don’t ask) brought down the house. I sang Ironic (“it’s like meeting the man of your dreams, then meeting his beautiful wife”—blatant shout-out to he who must not be named). Maleen gamely tried Dadalhin by Regine Velasquez; while Allan did Sasakyan Kita by Gladys and the Boxers with K. Much fun was had; it wasn’t like a despedida.
When we got back, it was time for the “program” at the boardroom. Mr. CEO actually made an appearance and a speech. There was an “18 roses” thing with our major surprise: we had invited MIB’s husband to be the last “rose”. Pandemonium erupted. The PowerPoint presentation went well; at the last minute we were able to borrow an LCD projector. Speeches all around, tears, laughs; we begged off from the speeches and instead presented the caricature. MIB was really touched; and she was really sobbing at some point in time.
It’s really hard to say goodbye. But when you have to, how can you ease the pain? You try to make light of it, tell jokes, remember the happy times, but in the end, someone’s still leaving and some people are still left behind. MIB was our leader, mentor, advocate, defendant, friend and confidante. How do you replace someone so special? You can’t. You just make do which what life throws you next. I don’t know how we are going to take to our new boss; it will definitely be different. I just hope that whoever that person will be will be even just a fraction as personable, inspiring and understanding as MIB.
Last Song Syndrome : Old Friends - EBTG
Sunday, October 03, 2004
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Dear Community in Christ,
I would like to ask for prayers particularly for the intention of my little family in the making! :O)
Today would be my last day before I leave for the US tomorrow at 5:30 am. I would be back this November 22nd!
In line with this, could I ask for a prayers for a safe delivery and a healthy baby for my wife who is expected to give birth this Oct 16th? This would be our first baby and we would be parenting in a place far from home. :O(
Anyways, I know that the Lord would be guiding me and R on what to do but it would surely be very comforting if I could ask you to pray for our intentions also.
This would truly be a very humbling experience for us for it would be the 1st time in our lives that we are not exactly 'in control' and are 'away' from all our comfort zones... our homes... our immediate family... the comfort of our lives in Manila.
But then again, that is what parenthood is all about right? Giving the best for our child!!! My wife and I have sacrificed time away from each other and honestly, it is a most grueling and emotional experience for both of us... :O(
Anyways... it is just a few hours away and I would be with her and my baby again... I am really asking for prayers from all of you... for my safe journey there... for R's safe delivery over there... for our safe bringing up of our little family over there... till the time that baby is safe to come home... to be with our families back here in Manila.
Thanks to all who have been very helpful and have prayed for us even in the very beginning... we love you all! :O) Well, tomorrow would definitely be a new chapter in our lives... at least, by tomorrow... R and I and my baby would be together... so whatever hardships we would be encountering there... it would definitely be bearable for we are all together again.
So lastly... maybe one Our Father, Hail Mary and Glory Be would be enough for the intention of my 'little family in the making' - that would be the best gift that I could ask from all of you!!!
Till the time we return... take care and God bless!!!
We love you all from the bottom of our hearts...
~ P., R. and 'baby' :O) r
Philippians 4:13 - "I can do all things through Christ who
Last Song Syndrome : God is a DJ - Pink
Monday, September 27, 2004
Not being a lesbian myself but recognizing my tendencies (!? potential?), I'm glad when people realize their true sexuality.
This was the barristers' salubong--the last day of the bar exams. Zeester #1 (the over-achiever) had her last day of exams (one of 5,000) for the license to practice law in the Philippines. Apparently the last day of the exams is a big thing, with different schools' tents all around, war drums (apparently not all are alloted to the UAAP games), beer- and softdrink-drenching, and a LOT of people. Taft was closed, so there was a party in the streets. Well, don't take my word for it, here are pictures.
Just for that instance, I was behind this flag, which y_slaybelle and aurieslayer will find familiar.
"Pare nakita mo yung babae, and laki ng suso nun!" (after 5 seconds) "Ang laki talaga ng suso!" Shyet.
(shouting) "Nasan na si _____?" "Umihi lang!!!" Yes, we all needed to know that.
"Sino'ng #1 sa bar last year?!" Ateneo, by the way.
Yet another 'Feh!' moment. Photobucket (Feh!tobucket) is down. Grr.
Last Song Syndrome : Hey Jealousy - Gin Blossoms
Saturday, September 25, 2004
Chino’s face stared back at her from the worn picture—boyish grin that made her melt, hazel eyes that pierced her soul. She missed him so.
She smiled, planting a kiss on the picture-Chino’s lips. This would have to do for the meantime.
She dropped it into the tin, which was alight with crackling flames.
Last Song Syndrome : Cool Change - Little River Band
Friday, September 24, 2004
You have a Calm Soul! Being calm and cool is what
you do best. Your collected thoughts and always
positive attitude make you very bright and
logical. When there's a problem, you know how to
approach it, and solve it. Your friends rely on
you for their problems, and your shoulder for
their crying. You are peaceful, and enjoy
nature and freedom. You rarely get angry and
hardly scream, which makes you good with kids.
You seem to be in tune with the world and if
anything goes wrong, you always bounce back.
What Kind of SOUL do you possess? (For Girls only) Incredible Anime Pictures!
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People who know me personally are welcome to send violent reactions. Strange, Chinese-horoscope-like reading, don't you think? And for girls only ha! Thanks to Patty for letting me steal her link.
the casual watcher is back
Slowly but surely I'm getting back into the groove. Here are the latest additions:
The Stepford Wives
Last Song Syndrome : Totoy Bibo (?) - Vhong Navarro
ang galing galing kong sumayaw
galing kong gumalaw, galing kong sumayaw
[enter maniacal laughter]
Thursday, September 23, 2004
Well, at least a couple that I liked (aside from the Bowling Moms) won. This just goes to show that every little bit counts... and teams that seem to have commanding leads can get upended on the last day of competition. Thanks to Kim's foresight (and should I say cunning and stealth), Chip and Kim were able to get on an earlier flight and that sealed the deal for them becoming 1 million dollars richer.
I must admit though that I have grudging respect for Colin Guinn. Despite the fact that he was generally a jerk, he was really one of the best players ever to have joined The Amazing Race. Although a lot may have been edited out, it seemed very logical and efficient the way that he went through the maze at the Fort Worth stockyards. So if he and his sometimes-whiny girlfriend would have won because of that, that would have been acceptable. Indeed.
TAR5 was a great show, especially because they went to the Philippines. Maybe next time they can go back... like to Vigan or the Chocolate Hills.
I just got a friendster request from an unlikely source--JE is the husband of KC, a former student to whom I've gotten quite close; it also happens that JE was a teammate of The Ex, Z., on the close-knit varsity baseball team. So I know him in two ways, but I've never carried a decent conversation with the guy. But now he's my friendster. Kewl.
Last Song Syndrome : My Girl - The Temptations
Wednesday, September 22, 2004
Amber Brkich & Rob Mariano
Don't they look alike?
Portia de Rossi (no relation to Assunta, et al) and Drea de Matteo
Heather Locklear in a pretty dress
Jennifer Garner in frou-frou
...but note the comment about Ben Affleck. Is Michael Vartan actually a free agent? (Like we stood a chance.)
Al Pacino rambled on and on, and he wasn't cut by the orchestra. Scared of Michael Corleone much? However, Meryl Streep was played over. As was Jeffrey Wright, who was saying something profound about how AIDS now affects more people. Unfortunately, Wright never played a former mob boss; while Pacino, ever in need of a face lift, was quite "unfocused". How sad. Although Wright's speech was good, the speech that got to me was Sara Jessica Parker's acceptance speech for her Best Actress in a Comedy Series. Maybe it's because the final season is already upon us; but she struck a nerve with me (and more apparently, with Kristin Davis).
The "reality" participants were quite cute. Awestruck and real. Kaya nga reality, eh. Queer Eye won for Best Reality Show (as opposed to Best Reality Game Show, won by The Amazing Race 4--this is Chip and Reichen, right?). And another Emmy awards show wrapped up. It was all glitzy and glamorous, disappointing in defeat yet glorious in victory. For us, it was just another day.
Last Song Syndrome : Bizaare Love Triangle - Frente
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
The Medium Immediate Boss (MIB) --as opposed to the Little Big Boss (LBB)-- is leaving for Australia. Migrating. With her family. Apparently, the application was done at the height of the semicon recession, because her husband works (now used to work) for one of the semicon plants in the South. Said application is now approved and they are leaving by the end of next month. Maleen, JP and I are going to be orphans. The turnover meeting a few days ago was exhausting and overwhelming. MIB has been a huge factor in department stability and our job satisfaction (not to say I'm biased, but she is one of the best bosses in the company from the perspective of staff). It's a big loss for StingyCo, because MIB is part company historian (having been here a decade) and repository of system knowledge.
Meanwhile, the three of us orphans are now rethinking our employment strategy, especially when MIB's replacement will come along. We don't know how this will play out. Wish us luck.
Friday night was spent with Maleen, JP and Sir D. Apparently our persuasive skills were quite effective because we were able to coerce Sir D, who has just transferred to BigTelecom Co., to treat us to dinner. (Sige na D, mangungulila na naman kami eh... we're playing this soon-to-be-orphan card to the hilt.)
After dinner we didn't want to head home just yet so we drove around. The establishments along Perea were already closed; while Aposento and Capone's were rejected. We ended up buying liquor at a Ministop and then heading to my so-called pad where we talked, looked at pictures, drank and generally bonded. Strong departments, although about to be orphaned, are made of these.
Zane writes about Ryan Gosling.
Ryan Gosling. Sweet. I definitely see the attraction here, Sandy Bullock. He was already an eyecatcher in that little role in Remember the Titans; and then he charmed my socks off in Murder by Numbers. I have yet to see him in The Believer, but Zane's post has me looking for a copy. Good thing I was able to get the pDVD of United States of Leland a few weeks ago at Dread Pirate Square.
It's not a matronistic sort of attraction, mind you. He's the same age as my last SO. So there. Teehee.
Thanks Zane, at least I now know that Ryan Gosling belongs to that same esteemed alumni group of MMC (Mickey Mouse Club) mousekeeters that includes the Twit-ney, Justin Timberlake, Keri Russell, JC Chasez (who is quite cute and underrated, I think), and Christina Aguilera. Hmmmm. I'm so glad for Ryan Gosling. Now I am looking for mousekeeter pictures.
Left the trusty 6220 at home. Again. JP is clucking away because this is the third time I have left my phone in eight days. I've managed to survive on all occasions. The cellphone for me has never been an essential, only very, very convenient. And today, it's an inconvenience that I wasn't able to bring it. Nor my files on The Notebook, Dodgeball and The Stepford Wives. Grrr.
Happy Birthday Joelito. Can't believe we've known each other for twelve years. Thank you for being a most wonderful friend.
Last Song Syndrome : Kyrie - Mr. Mister
(LAUNCHcast Big Hits of the '80s)
Here is the KKK's Supremo's original post for your consumption.
If you loved TAR, and you loved having them in the Philippines, it would be a nice gesture to mail them and tell them so, and maybe suggest that they could come back. (And maybe open up TAR to international players, but that's just me.) This is not the nasty bit, so it hasn't been completely thought through.
There are three easy steps in the Karma Kalabaw Kampaign.
1. Buy a kalabaw postcard from any National Book Store branch near you.
2. Write a message. Maybe "Mabuhay, Amazing Race! Please come back!"
3. Snail-mail to any of the following addresses:
CBS Television Network
51 West 52nd Street
New York, NY 10019
The Amazing Race
World Race Productions
4120 Del Rey Avenue
Marina Del Rey, CA 90292
And now for the nasty bit. I thought of an optional vindication campaign in honor of our friend, The Amazing Kalabaw, and his scene-stealing work versus Colin Guinn on last Wednesday's Amazing Race. Again, three easy steps:
1. Buy a kalabaw postcard from any National Book Store branch near you.
2. Write a message. I heartily recommend "My ox ain't broken, bitch!"
3. Snail-mail to any of the following addresses:
Contestant, The Amazing Race 5
CBS Television Network
51 West 52nd Street
New York, NY 10019
Contestant, The Amazing Race 5
The Amazing Race
World Race Productions
4120 Del Rey Avenue
Marina Del Rey, CA 90292
Last Song Syndrome : In The Air Tonight - Phil Collins
(LAUNCHcast Big Hits of the '80s station)
Monday, September 20, 2004
"Archers Put A Fork in Eagles, Enter Finals"
by Norman Vergara, University Belt Sports
Wala lang. This is not a gloat post. Well, maybe it is, just a little. I'm not all in a tizzy over the victory, though, unlike the zeester, but I am happy that we're in the finals again. Still green at heart (and mind--that's for sure)...
Friday, September 17, 2004
Apparently, taking inflation into account, the top-grossing movie of all time is not Titanic, but rather Gone With the Wind. Star Wars, the original, is second, while perpetual favorite The Sound of Music is third. Tsk tsk. So Titanic isn't tops, after all...
classical music doesn't work
It's supposed to be soothing, right? Anyway, was testing a classical music CD that I burned recently in the car on the way to the office. Unfortunately, road rage almost got the better of me, especially in those jeepney-teeming areas of Buendia, and that wonderful intersection of Ayala/Salcedo-dela Costa. Vivaldi and Brahms weren't much help. Oh well. Maybe Natalie would have soothed the soul better, but almost 8am (time-in) + wonderful wonderful Metro Manila drivers might have gotten the better of her, too.
Last Song Syndrome : Vivaldi's Four Seasons
Thursday, September 16, 2004
Okay, so he's not exactly Brad Pitt. But I liked Rory Cochrane ever since Empire Records and The Last Don. There's something appealing about him and I think he's a pretty good actor. It's good that he's pursuing films... perhaps he felt he wasn't getting anywhere with CSI: Miami. Or maybe he was just annoyed by Emily Procter's breathy voice.
Last Song Syndrome : Chikinini - Parokya ni Edgar
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
The afternoon was mostly spent browsing through home decor coffee table books and magazines (my current love interest) and a few books. However, I wasn't able to sit down for an extended period to warrant my checking out The Woman with the Alabaster Jar, a treatise on Mary Magdalene's life. I had been waiting for that book to be available for the longest time. However, it costs a pretty penny, which I can't afford at the moment. So I think I will have to schedule another Powerbooks afternoon pretty soon.
Last Song Syndrome : Underneath Your Clothes - Shakira
Friday, September 10, 2004
Tonight I am staying home, foregoing two other possible gimmicks, aside from the aborted dinner with Pi and J. Sometimes it just feels a bit sad, or pathetic, because you’re at home while the rest of the town is whooping it up. But they aren’t. A lot of people are also at home, preparing for an early Saturday. A lot of people can’t afford to go out regularly. Some people are already at the airport because they are flying out (DnA, enjoy your delayed honeymoon). So there. I figured, I could feel sorry for myself because I wasn’t out, but I could also embrace the fact that for the first time in not a few days, I have time to rest and meditate. Not to mention stock up on much needed rest for what will be a grueling next few weeks.
Channel-surfing yielded shiny, happy stuff:
On Studio23, The Swan featured extreme changes on this contestant named Cindy, who went from looking like a witch with a hook nose to looking like… a regular Filipina. Great.
On National Geographic, the topic was asteroids. I am always entranced by those big shiny things in the sky—I think it’s an offshoot of my not being interested in people but in bigger things. I’m continually reminded that I’m a speck of dust in an infinite universe.
On AXN, Brad Pitt in The Devil’s Own. I remember watching this in college in a packed cinema. I think it was one of my first exposures to the hunka burnin’ love that is Jennifer Aniston’s hubby. It’s like, Brad just has to smile, and the world is a better place.
Okay snap out of it.
On HBO, Lord of the Rings: The Two Towers. The battle of Helm’s Deep, and the Ents’ attack on Isengard, in particular. Sigh. Would that we could battle modern-day orcs (corrupt politicians and their henchmen?) and evil could be defeated by burning a Ring… I looked up and smiled at my Legolas action figure.
Last Song Syndrome : Fake Plastic Trees - Radiohead
PORN STAR NAME (NAME OF FIRST PET + STREET YOU LIVE IN)
Baby Eureka. (Sounds like a gangster.)
MOVIE STAR NAME (NAME OF YOUR FAVORITE SNACK FOOD + GRANDFATHER'S FIRST NAME)
Chip Filomeno. (Am I a guy?!?!?!)
FASHION DESIGNER NAME (FIRST WORD YOU SEE ON YOUR LEFT + FAVORITE RESTAURANT)
Agent Bento (Box).
EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS (Favorite Spice + Last Vacation Spot Visited)
Sage Hong Kong. Eeek.
SOCIALITE ALIAS (SILLIEST CHILDHOOD NICKNAME + TOWN WHERE YOU FIRST PARTIED)
Riri San Andres. ?!?!?!?!
"FLY GIRL" ALIAS (FIRST INITIAL + FIRST TWO OR THREE LETTERS OF YOUR LAST NAME
R. Ara. RAAAARRRR!!!
ICON ALIAS (SOMETHING SWEET WITHIN SIGHT + ANY LIQUID IN KITCHEN)
Choco Joy. What joy!
DETECTIVE ALIAS (FAVORITE BABY ANIMAL + WHERE YOU WENT TO HIGH SCHOOL)
Puppy Scho. That doesn't sound good.
BARFLY ALIAS (LAST SNACK FOOD YOU ATE + YOUR FAVORITE BAR DRINK)
SOAP OPERA ALIAS (MIDDLE NAME + STREET WHERE YOU FIRST LIVED)
Comoro Eureka. Swangit! Kapatid ni Baby Eureka (porn star name)... because we've never moved.
ROCK STAR ALIAS (FAVORITE CANDY/DESSERT + LAST NAME OF FAVORITE MUSICIAN)
Strawberry Merchant. Pwede. Pwede.
Last Song Syndrome : Bring Me To Life - Evanescence
Thursday, September 09, 2004
Was just feeling nostalgic.
I especially like the quote on being "hamburgered geographically". Actually some of the quotes listed here makes sense. Unfortunately, some are non-sequitur and some others are a bit... strange...
Wednesday, September 08, 2004
Last Song Syndrome : Take My Breath Away - Jessica Simpson
Monday, September 06, 2004
Let us not forget the humanity of it all. Someone's son, or daughter, or mother, or father, or brother, or sister, was killed. There is a number--330, they say. Imagine your anguish at losing a loved one--there is no replacing them, and there is no measuring that. But multiply that 330-fold. And children! There is nothing I could wish killers of children (like that addict who jumped from the pedestrian underpass with his son, killing the child)--there is nothing I could wish them but eternal damnation. I know we are supposed to be forgiving and everything, but we are not divine (to err being human, and to forgive divine). We are definitely human and although wishing these people ill is so wrong, I must let that part of humanity through.
Here's a short commentary on Connie and Carla at the seemingly resurrected Casual Watcher. It pays not to have any expectations for movies. At least you can enjoy them outright.
Last Song Syndrome : Moondance - Michael Buble
Sunday, September 05, 2004
the premier hospital in our city
...is supposed to be Makati Medical Center. Spending a week there dropping in constantly on the mother-unit has shown me how appalling conditions are over there considering that a room like my mom's cost PhP3,200 a night. One elevator of the three "main" elevators was not functioning, and the other two were still the same (dilapidated and all, down to the black cylindrical plastic buttons). For ventilation, a hole was cut into the ceiling of one elevator and a Rota-Aire electric fan inserted. Brilliant. New wing and all, they should still have done some improvements to the old wing. They are, after all, still the hospital that a lot of us grew up with (and me, practically in and out of). Sometimes I think that it is better off being covered by the new PeopleSupport building...
my name can't be that tough to pronounce
Keanu Reeves turned FORTY last Thursday. Another sign that our generation is getting older, given that one of our first teenage crushes (oh, won't you admit it, now?) is approaching middle age.
The zeester (#1) is taking the bar all Sundays of September. Prayers would be most welcome. Each Saturday I will deposit her at Westin Philippine Plaza and every Sunday morning I'll pick up her stuff and check out for her. Will draw myself a hot (bubble) bath every time then. What fun.
not that i don't like The Office
...but where is Absolutely Fabulous? Where? I checked all the StarWorld schedules for the next few weeks and it's gone, gone, gone! I miss Eddy and Patsy! And Saffy! There should be DVDs...
Last Song Syndrome : Toy Soldiers - Martika
Monday, August 30, 2004
Am jotting this out right before logging out on my way to Makati Med. The mother-unit's bronchitis worsened to pneumonia over the weekend and she's now confined there. Hoping she gets well soon, but am glad that she is at least getting some rest. Workaholic of a mom (after whom I did NOT take) has been working non-stop because of a lot of reorganizations, system implementations, and other changes in their office. This morning, though, she apparently spent an hour on the phone giving orders to her secretary, hoarse voice and everything... this mother of mine!
Another hospital visit over the weekend, to Bespren M's dad. Tito R. had gastrointestinal bleeding, not helped by the fact that he's already undergoing dialysis. Went with good samaritan Carlo, who was willing to donate blood. Once there I saw M's two sisters and little brother (not so little anymore, binata na!). And then Alex Compton arrived. Apparently he's a friend of M's other sister and was also there to donate blood. Unfortunately, Carlo and Alex were rejected as donors because of anti-tetanus shots and an recent operation, respectively. More unfortunately: I was not introduced to Alex Compton! (The time he was there I was visiting Tito R at the ICU.) Grr. Hehe.
The bowling tournament is over, finally. Now we're on to the Christmas party. We are pencil-booked at The Loft, Hard Rock and Tavern. Time to move!
Missed the HS class's equivalent of the society wedding of the year. DnA's wedding remains closest to my heart, though. Too bad I wasn't able to make it, since marental was already in the hospital then.
Last Song Syndrome : Plush - Stone Temple Pilots