Tuesday, December 28, 2004


July 16
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!

Go Oprah!
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!

Oprah again
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

have yourself a merry little...

Christmas. It was the season for gift-giving, carols, reunions, weddings, cold mornings snuggled up in bed. There was time for some meditation, but not enough. There was time to be appalled at the way some people viewed Christmas, lugging their kids along to make pamasko, and the street urchins not satisfied with 1-peso coins. Indeed. Christmas in Manila.

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:
  • buy the DVD player the parentals have been hinting about wanting for the longest time. Now we have to find room for it in their bedroom, for which jam-packed is an understatement, as the mother-unit is the ultimate pack-rat.
  • feel good about myself because the mixed-CD of some of my favorite songs I gave as a Christmas gift to my closest officemates was well-received. Songs included Someone to Watch Over Me by Sting, I Only Want To Be With You by Vonda Shepard, White Flag by Dido and Worry About You by Ivy.
  • go to Power Plant on Christmas Eve just in time to spot Jericho Rosales (yummy but looking a little thin) and the entire Cojuangco clan (Peping, Tingting, Maimai, Mikee, and some husbands).
  • go back to Power Plant twice, once because Rustan's package counter didn't give us back one of the packages we left, and the other time because the DVD of The Apprentice had the bonus materials instead of the season finale.
  • plan to meet up with a lot of people and not having anything push through because...
  • got sick over the Christmas weekend. The rhinitis is already a constant factor, but I got a baaaad case of the runs and abdominal spasms as well. Overeating was not a factor; although zeester#1 also had stomach trouble, so it must have been something we ate at Christmas lunch. As a result, was able to watch Cartoon Network Megatoon Movies 4 hours running... from Batman: Mask of the Phantasm, to Batman & Mr. Freeze: Subzero, to Barbie's Rapunzel (was quite cute, actually... or maybe those were the painkillers talking). When it got to Barbie's The Nutcracker I had had enough, though, and ran out screaming.
  • see the look on Cam's face when I got her the Barbie love Surfer SpongeBob set. And then marvel at kids' interpretation of meaning of the season when the next morning she calls and mentions that if I were to get her a gift for New Year's, she would really really want a surfer Ken. Hmmm. When we were young... oh well... never mind. I must admit the parentals did a good job of bringing us up.
  • watch the season finale of The Apprentice. He deserved to win. Especially when his opponent in the final face-off was aherrm.
  • finally get to watch My Sassy Girl. It was totally engrossing, hilarious, entertaining. Koreans must be doing something right, what with this movie and the hit series Lovers in Paris (at least I now know who Carlo, Martin and Vivian are). Wanna die?
  • after watching My Sassy Girl, get plastered watching the saccharine, tongue-in-cheek, but ultimately blah A Carol Christmas, starring the person who makes it ultimately blah, Tori Spelling. Gary Coleman and William Shatner and the ghosts of Past and Present make for good watching, though Coleman's dialogue was a little too tongue-in-cheek about him being a has-been. In the battle of the ultimately blah Christmas Carol variations, I think I'll take Vanessa Williams' A Diva's Christmas Carol over this one any day.
  • achieve about 2% of targeted room clean-up plan. Not helped by the fact that the Christmas gifts for the province are still stacked there.
  • go last minute shopping with the mother-unit for her gifts for her department. Lines aren't that long, there was even a sale at SM. And then last night, gift-wrapping 40-odd gifts.

    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

    a needle, a card, a bottle and my element

    I've taken up crocheting again. Spurred on by a spread in Real Living about adding crocheted accents to gifts. Since I'm following last year's purple color scheme, I tried a light lavender crochet thread; but it seems a tad bland. I might switch to yellow thread but then that might make it look like a Lakers souvenir. Feh. I like my dark purple wrapping paper!

    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!!!

    My element:

    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


    And so I am, after a couple of weeks of deadlines (StingyCo and factory), storms (damage wrought by Yoyong: 4 potted plants and 1 capiz parol), some Greenhills trips (at least not as bad as Divi), a bum stomach (what's new), a new book (Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrell), finding out that the pseudo-date BB suddenly hooked up with a new girlfriend (that was fast), and putting up the Christmas decorations here at the homebase. I've missed quite a lot, it seems and now have to spend the rest of the evening catching up. Yes, I am pathetically at home on a Saturday evening.

    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

    soreness, all over

    The arms are sore. Playing badminton last Saturday after a month of inactivity, and playing with Coach Graze and Wonderkid Toni of all people--that's a surefire way to get your body all aching. Almost pulled a hamstring running around, but fortunately, the legs are in better shape. The arms and wrist took the brunt of the trauma (okay, okay, so I didn't s-t-r-e-t-c-h for the requisite fifteen to twenty minutes). But it was a whole lot of fun. Dang this work, nakakasira ng badminton.

    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

    announcing ali

    Bespren D will be giving birth to little Ali (short for Alejandro) sometime in late January. The Glider girls had a baby shower for her last Sunday. Amidst the booties, receiving blankets, and other baby paraphernalia, there was also a "surprise" from the AlphaDog (Mr. D), because he's in the US right now far away from gestating D. He had me buy flowers for her, and then we set up an internet chat, despite the fact that it was early morning in NY.

    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?


    Not schadenfreude:
    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

    day trippin'

    Went to Ocean Park for the first time ever last Monday. I've always been to the former British territory on business, but never purely on pleasure; it was the first time I could devote time solely to shopping. The trip was the low-key post-bar gift to the zeester, and there was a deadline as well because it appears that next year, Ocean Park will be closed while HK Disneyland will open.

    Some pictures from the day-trip to Ocean Park:

    Dolphins! (which are not fishies, but mammals, eh? hehe, i know my zool!)

    ocnpk09 ocnpk08
    Going down to the Tai Shue Wan entrance from the Headland.

    some nice things
  • Cheap pillows from the Mong Kok night market. Apparently, sold at HK$69 at a mall near our hotel, and at PhP250 at Home and Beyond here. Basta less than PhP200 siya. Per pair.
  • From Duty Free, Ashmore's Strawberries 'n' Cream, preserved strawberries in rich white chocolate, scrumptious! (And too bad it costs $5.50 for a 250g pack... economic considerations stopped me from buying any more...)
  • Hershey's Strawberries in Milk Chocolate Nuggets. In Cash and Carry.
  • Revlon Moisture-Stay Lip Color in Malt, which I couldn't find for the longest time (ok, I stopped looking after 2001). At 25% off. The first sort-of expensive lipstick that I ever bought and for which I got a lot of compliments (although mostly from girls, feh).

    Last Song Syndrome : Yeah - Usher
  • Thursday, November 11, 2004

    on user docs, hot mamas, ratios and airports

    I am currently preparing user documentation for a training session this Saturday. This is one of the most boring tasks in my entire job description here at StingyCo. Granted, I've been used to preparing reference materials when I was teaching, but this is different. I can't inject any humor, and I have to follow a certain template. It's almost mechanical, if I didn't have to think about the various fields. My job isn't particularly enjoyable as it is, and this is one of the least likable aspects. Oh well. Compensation has to come from somewhere...

    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.

    distort the airport
    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

    life blogger

    nicked from new QA Manager gamhanan:

    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

    a quiet weekend

    The usual birthday shindig was shelved in favor of buying AchTUNGBaby last last Wednesday and a quiet day in the company of (at lunch) Besprens D and M and Gelpren; (at Powerbooks) Pi and Bespren M; (at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf) Pi, Mr. Pi, Chef R, and Bespren J; and (at home) the mother-unit and the zeesters.

    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!
    Migs as Neo

    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.
    Camille on Halloween Camille Monster

    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

    flowers for mamang

    Flowers for Mamang, originally uploaded by brightblade.

    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.

    said the alligator king to his seven sons...

    A few weeks ago, Bespren J and I were "serenaded" by DaMike with this song at a Greenwich near the baywalk, at about 11pm. I remember the cartoon that accompanied this song quite vividly, along with Wanda, the Wicked Witch, Sammy the Snake, and the lowercase n who was longely on a hilltop. This is what I grew up with; this has helped shaped the person that I am. Generations after us were weaned on Batibot, and then later, Barney, Blue's Clues, and the latest, Dora. Sesame Street remains to be one of the best teachers I had, teaching me everything from counting up to cooperation.

    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

    some kind of inferno

    Since I'm not back to regular blogging yet, here's the result of a hell-raising test. Got this from sunshine.

    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

    hmmm chalk another one up for the red sox

    The New York Times > Sports > Baseball > A New-Age General Manager Helps End an Age-Old Curse

    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

    and after the storm...

    ...come many little things that contribute to a relatively good day. Which is great after that not-so-splendid day yesterday. Okay, so my screen protector didn't go on quite that well on AchTungBaby, and I don't think I consumed anything remotely healthy today, but still.

    Things that made me break into a smile:
  • the prospect of lunch with besprens on the natal day
  • was able to find a download of a good Sergio Mendes song (Magdalenha)
  • we are suddenly able to access our Yahoo! accounts, which we have been unable to do since Big Project Weekend
  • R.E.S.P.E.C.T. suddenly comes on LAUNCHcast (which I am listening to because I have been able to log onto Yahoo!
  • Maleen suddenly giving me a Kitkat bar
  • the BawalPikon barkada all know it's nearing my birthday although they don't really know anything except that it's sometime around Halloween
  • relatively good presentation for user training

    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
  • fohtah, they've done it...!

    Yahoo! Sports - MLB - A catch, a celebration, a dynasty of disappointment is over

    The Red Sox are the World Champions!

    'Nuff said.

    Wednesday, October 27, 2004

    i am in a strange blue funk

    It's funny how I could start a day
    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

    hands on manila

    The zeester#1 is taking quite an active role in some of these charities. Maybe you could also help make a difference in other people's lives. I like that it isn't very much philanthropy but more of assistance--the whole teaching a man to fish shtick. Anyway, the various project descriptions are listed here, from story-telling at Museo Pambata to Habitat for Humanity. Hands On Manila is your Megamall for volunteerism. I'm all for giving it a try.

    something stupid
    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

    advice for the young at heart

    a.k.a. a certain someone who is problematic right now

    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

    sunday at stingyco

    Or 'Things to Do in StingyCo When You're Bored (and still at work on Sunday evening)'

    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

    still at work

    I've just about had enough of dividend balances and reconciliation. Would that it were reconciliation between me and Z.

    (Lagot ako nito kay g! at kina Besprens D, J and M. Hehehehehe.)

    Last Song Syndrome : Mr. Jones - Counting Crows

    Friday, October 22, 2004

    this can't be true...

    Got this from magnifique_f8h:

    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.

    Take the Polygeek Quiz at Thudfactor.com

    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

    red sox, stephen king jubilant

    Yahoo! Sports - MLB - Red Sox 10, Yankees 3

    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

    matinong usapan

    An email exchange ensues:

    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

    dissatisfaction guaranteed

    As dicussed in our human behavior in organizations subject, in a work environment, there are satisfiers and dissatisfiers. Satisfiers are items in the work environment that make an employee happy with their presence; dissatisfiers on the other hand are those items without which an employee becomes unhappy. Satisfiers may be absent and the employee would not be dissatisfied, for example vendo machine in the pantry. Dissatisfiers are items like medical benefits, without which employees could grumble.

    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:

    The Hub
    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

    what ails you

    A former colleague of mine believed that a person's health problems, especially those related to internal infections or cancers, were caused by psychological fears, bad vibes, unrequited desires, or traumas. He would take an ear infection to mean that this person thought that all he was hearing from his envirnoment were vile things; if someone had kidney stones, he would say there were feelings that the person's spirit could not take, manifesting in these infections. Time and again he commented on my almost yearly tonsillitis attacks: "You are swallowing or accepting something that you do not like." Time and again I wondered what it was.

    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

    happy birthday

    to you, aurie_slayer!

    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

    monday morning check-in

    Am typing this from home. Still sick. What was influenza is still influenza with laryngitis now. Postponed the "pseudo-date" for Sky Captain... because I had no voice yesterday, and what fun is going on a pseudo-date if you can't talk! Gaah. Meanwhile, am not going to work today because I need to rest. I can't afford to be sick this Big-Project-Weekend. We are sleeping over at the office for the weekend (although since I live near, I will probably go home from time to time).

    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

    signing off for the week

    Apparently last Wednesday's shivers were the portent of a full-blown case of influenza. As it is, I'm heading home because I can't function right here anymore. Got some things done and am I now going home to rest. Tomorrow we have the final despedida of the Medium Immediate Boss, which I hope to be able to attend.

    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

    in the air

    Apparently, Bespren J is also under the weather. Tsk tsk. There must be a bug going around in our little barangay.

    Wednesday, October 13, 2004

    despite all my rage i am still just a rat in a cage

    Pohtah. Ayoko na magtrabaho.

    Ang lamig pa dito.

    Last Song Syndrome : Bullet with Butterfly Wings - Smashing Pumpkins


    Yes I have a lot to do. Yes I am at work trying to do it. But I have been at work since 7 this morning so I wanted to sneak some time to fill this up. In between work. Because the brain is on overload and may explode sometime soon.

    TOP 3 Frequently visited sites
    1. mail.yahoo.com
    2. blogspot.com
    3. livejournal.com

    TOP 3 Foods
    1. penne al telefono
    2. ebi tempura
    3. salted garlic squid

    TOP 3 Drinks
    1. mirinda orange
    2. raspberry tea frapp
    3. water

    TOP 3 Snacks
    1. oishi ridges bbq
    2. brazo de mercedes
    3. kettle corn microwave popcorn

    TOP 3 Indoor activities
    1. internet
    2. TV
    3. sleeping

    TOP 3 Outdoor activities
    1. driving
    2. walking
    3. badminton

    TOP 3 Accessories
    1. cellphone
    2. earrings
    3. badminton racket

    TOP 3 Major expenses
    1. groceries
    2. cable
    3. badminton

    TOP 3 Books that you like
    1. Einstein's Dreams
    2. Mists of Avalon
    3. Dragonlance

    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

    spinning, spinning

    How do you handle it when things somehow seem to spiral out of control, and you can't take a step back, even for a moment? Things are a bit stifling at work nowadays (evidenced by my sporadic, not to mention erratic, blogging). Everything is coming to a head within the next two weeks, when StingyCo and Acquistion#4 are going to merge systems. There are two other major projects, and production support for current systems. Then there's also the industry exam that I'm taking on November 3rd, for which I haven't even started studying. Not even opened the book. Not once.

    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

    earthquakes notwithstanding

    I am at work on a Saturday evening. We finished a planning session a few hours ago and now we're doing the work that we're supposed to have done this morning if we hadn't had that planning session. In the planning session, we were made to go through a "tunnel" under a row of chairs, in pairs, simultaneously from separate ends of the "tunnel". HR Facilitator was quick to point out that our team, Sir N and I, were heavyweights. What an understatement. Alone, I would have a hard time going through that tunnel--and with another person? Just too much to handle. I ended up "breaking the rules" a bit. Apparently we were all "obedient" because we didn't question the need to do it. I did, but I kept it to myself. And in a jam, I readily break the rules. I knew that. And now, it's back to work, obedient people that we are. (Well, right now it's pretend working. Blog first, work later.)

    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

    if i were for sale...

    "You are worth exactly $1,841,366.00"
    I found this out at
    Human For Sale

    Swiped this from Patty again.

    Tuesday, October 05, 2004

    movie weekend

    Posted reactions on Saved! and Raising Helen. Quite an interesting combination, actually.

    Last Song Syndrome : Whip It - Devo

    sigh of relief

    Finally, the hell-week is over. The week started innocuously enough. It was the last week of Medium Immediate Boss with us and we were preparing for the despedida surprises for Friday. Maleen, JP and I were psyched. We had thought up a short program, commissioned a caricature for her to bring to the land down under, as well as collected old pictures for what was supposed to be an AVP.

    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

    the zeester has a blog

    SPY | SPIN

    Zeester#1 is making use of her sloth-filled days (her words, not mine) after the big test. Apparently she just started yesterday. Welcome to the blogging world. Hope you still get to blog when you start working at BigLawFirm.

    a soon-to-be-father's request

    My friend is becoming a father soon. He sent this through our mailing list just a while back. Since I'm not ready to blog about the toxicity of my life right now, here's this refreshing, heartfelt letter. I can disagree with him about growing up in the States being the best thing for his child, but I'm frankly too stressed out to argue. Til the weekend then, when everything should have cleared up. Here's P's letter.

    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
    strengthens me."

    Last Song Syndrome : God is a DJ - Pink

    Monday, September 27, 2004

    yay for miranda/cynthia

    MSN Entertainment - News - 'Sex and the City' Star Switches Roles

    Not being a lesbian myself but recognizing my tendencies (!? potential?), I'm glad when people realize their true sexuality.

    chaos on taft

    Mind you, this is not because of the UAAP, because the green-and-white lost (feh).

    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.

    Under the LRT

    At McDo. Zeester#2 and Zeester#1's SO are somewhere in this crowd.

    Just for that instance, I was behind this flag, which y_slaybelle and aurieslayer will find familiar.
    Ateneo Flag

    "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

    an exercise in brevity

    A few weeks ago, this creative writing list that I joined gave an exercise to write a short story in 55 words. At the time I didn't have time to write, which is bad, because you must always have time to write. Or pretend to write. Anyway, last night I decided to give it a shot. Of course it was something close to my heart:

    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

    i am a hollow reed...

    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!
    brought to you by Quizilla

    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
    The Notebook

    Last Song Syndrome : Totoy Bibo (?) - Vhong Navarro
    ang galing galing kong sumayaw
    galing kong gumalaw, galing kong sumayaw
    bibong-bibo gumalaw

    [enter maniacal laughter]

    Thursday, September 23, 2004

    hurrah for chip and kim

    CNN.com - 'Amazing Race' has its winner - Sep 22, 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.

    strange friendsters
    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

    emmy blog filler

    Links to Emmy stuff:

    Looking good!
    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

    short takes

    Thirty two years ago, today (well, actually on Sept. 23), Ferdinand Edralin Marcos signed the declaration of Martial Law, elevating himself to full-fledged dictator of our country and effectively strangling human rights. I have a lot of friends who are Marcos loyalists, especially those whose families come from the Ilocos region, but I, meanwhile, am a stalwart believer in everything that Ninoy Aquino stood for (regardless of his youngest daughter's shenanigans). And I believe that a lot of human rights were trampled, people murdered and Philippine money plundered during the Marcos regime. I believe the Philippines went to the dogs during that time. So every year at around this time, I mourn what was lost--the Philippines' premiere status in Asia, lives of great statemen, innocence--and what could have been.


    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)

    the karma kalabaw kampaign

    Join the KKK! And yay to TAR4 for winning another Emmy!

    Here is the KKK's Supremo's original post for your consumption.


    Colin wrestling with Mr. Kalabaw

    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:

    Colin Guinn,
    Contestant, The Amazing Race 5
    CBS Television Network
    51 West 52nd Street
    New York, NY 10019

    Colin Guinn,
    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

    hail, hail alma mater

    DLSU, 69 - ADMU, 55
    "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

    of inflation and road rage

    taking inflation into account
    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

    goodbye, speed

    CSI Files - Rory Cochrane To Exit 'CSI: Miami'

    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

    a perfectly good afternoon

    I spent an afternoon in Powerbooks. I haven't done that since Powerbooks Arnaiz closed (I still mourn its demise). There were a lot of new books, but it seems that compared to Fully Booked, there are way fewer selections available. Take their collection of graphic novels and comics compilations. Am still loyal though, because I actually have a PowerCard.

    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

    the call of home

    Things didn’t push through with Pi and Bespren J. tonight. Earlier, at work, JP popped-up this message: “Does people who work regular hours have to go out on Friday nights?” Apparently, Eych was missing him and wanted to go out and it was becoming a big deal. However, JP had been sick these past few days and I could see that he was exhausted. I answered honestly: No. There comes a time when you have to spend some time recuperating from the stress of the week, prioritizing your own well-being as well as that of your wallet.

    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.

    shiny, happy
    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

    name game

    In some sort of tribute to the late Laura Branigan, here's some sort of name game, which I filched from Sarah, whose neverland has changed URLs.


    Baby Eureka. (Sounds like a gangster.)


    Chip Filomeno. (Am I a guy?!?!?!)


    Agent Bento (Box).

    EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS (Favorite Spice + Last Vacation Spot Visited)

    Sage Hong Kong. Eeek.


    Riri San Andres. ?!?!?!?!


    R. Ara. RAAAARRRR!!!


    Choco Joy. What joy!


    Puppy Scho. That doesn't sound good.


    Ridges Sunrise.


    Comoro Eureka. Swangit! Kapatid ni Baby Eureka (porn star name)... because we've never moved.


    Strawberry Merchant. Pwede. Pwede.

    Last Song Syndrome : Bring Me To Life - Evanescence

    Thursday, September 09, 2004

    The Wit and Wisdom of Imelda Marcos

    The website is here.

    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

    happy birthday pretty girl

    Is the Doc's birthday today. One of my inspirations. Former tennis varsity, full-fledged doc, face like an angel, devoted wife and awe-inspiring mother of soon-to-be-three who remains the thinnest in the high school barkada. Happy Birthday, A.!

    Last Song Syndrome : Take My Breath Away - Jessica Simpson

    Monday, September 06, 2004

    oh yeah, damn these people

    CNN.com - Survivor recounts horror in Russian school - Sep 3, 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.

    one night at power plant

    Eych and I had already watched The Notebook. JP wasn’t about to go for any Princess Diaries stuff. We girls, especially Maleen, were rightly hesitant about Anacondas. No one wanted to watch a documentary, however interesting (Super Size Me), on a Saturday night. It was between Laws of Attraction and Connie and Carla. Thankfully Eych made a good call and chose Connie and Carla. Much fun was had.

    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

    some shorts

    Am finally able to blog after a week of hospitals (the mother-unit was finally discharged yesterday afternoon), meetings (the big project deadline is on Oct. 27), getting back into the badminton groove, and doing about a thousand more ratings on LaunchCAST.

    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.

    bar tales
    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

    fast fingers, and a close encounter with alex compton

    Fast fingers, the blog, is here.

    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