It's Raining Cow and Dog

Bigoy on top.
Where's Moo?

Pack Up

We're moving out today.
Off to McKinley Hill.

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Job, the Handy Man, on the move. =D

By Chance

I just wanted to see how my profile looks from another perspective. There was no plan of poking my nose into something not mine. Really. But perhaps the little devil in me spoiled its curiosity. A particular phrase had kept me thinking whether what I did was completely inappropriate. Or did I just miss something? Hmm. I opted for one tall iced mocha, wishing for the thought to eventually evaporate. Munching a coffee bun on the side wasn’t much of a help. Well, maybe a little confrontation would do.

Bush League

The world was wired for the past couple of weeks. Mine, in particular.

There had been a chain of adjustments in terms of chores and budgeting caused by my moving out. General room cleanup on a weeknight. Laundry pick-up and delivery every week. Several swipes of plastic cards by the cashier. Wardrobe update on-hold. No grand out-of-town spree. Some rookie mistakes in the kitchen. Home cooked meal in a ziplocked plastic container at work (thank God for my instant fine chef, Kat).

Speaking of home cooked meals, I have become a fine food taster-- a low-maintenance, fine food taster. And her official vegetable slicer and chopper. Beat that, huh. Ask Kat (she MUST say yes). Dudut, who manages the house, was my mentor in chopping. She was forced to teach me when she noticed that I had been struggling so hard with the basil leaves. Kat has been reinventing recipes she already knew and those she learned from Dudut. Adobo. October fest. Chicken with mushroom and white sauce. Italian spaghetti. Chicken pesto sandwich. Spaghetti in creamy white sauce with shitake mushrooms. Afritada. At marami pang iba. Yumyum!

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My M3 Environment Manager (MEM) project update went well in spite of some minor out-of scope modifications in between. Good thing my boss in M3 Deployment and Platform (D&P) plus my SME (ehem, ehem, Kat) was really obliging. It took me almost two weeks to play around with the test environment, and capture all the screenshots using the SnagIt version 7 that I illegally (but temporarily) installed on my local, thanks to Jay for the copy. One cool tool by the way.

I accumulated a few behind time submissions due to the moved MEM deadline. The Visio and iProducts exercises for Raymond, and the Process Management for Teth. And my LifeCycle Manager (LCM) project update had been briefly shelved. Tsk, tsk, another call for a bit extended working hours. Anyway, it was me again, the buzzer beater. =P

Cool Off

We went out last night. Watched The Zoo and Freestyle at Bagaberde, Roxas. It was a loose-fitting evening. Though, most of the time, I had been listening to Sol’s bemused escapades. Apat dapat kami nun. But Sha went to Bagaberde in Ortigas. [We remorsefully informed her that she had gone to the wrong branch and we made a mistake of assuming that she got what we meant.] We had a complimentary shot of Bailey’s and four bottles of SanMig light. I can’t remember the last time we had a night out. And the last time I drank beer, or he drank beer. The Zoo's lead vocal had this powerful voice, singing cover songs like Faithfully and Ever Since the World Began. Or maybe it was just the alcohol. Or maybe a little of both. Lights out at 3AM.

Sa uulitin. =)

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Resumed shooting for the prenup at around 11AM. Ela’s family and friends this time. I had two makeshift studios at the second floor of their newly renovated house in Capitol Estate. The couple looked really happy. I hope that scene will last a lifetime, and I mean it. Tita cried even after her take. Locked ourselves for more than 30 minutes in the room, telling me this and that issues with her bride-to-be daughter. I feel for her. But I understand Ela. I think, they should talk ASAP. Intensely.

That night, I asked him to accompany me to the province the next day and visit Nanay Asing, another close grandmother (eldest sister of Nanay). Parang bigla ko kase syang na-miss. And I asked him even without considering his work schedule that week. How unfeeling...

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Balikan lang kami. We catched an old aircon bus to Daet at around 12 noon the very next day. We only had our backpacks, as usual. I knew he was dead tired because he had been attending to some family stuff before we met up. Na-guilty ako bigla.. We decided for a fast lunch in a goto house near the terminal. Then, we slept the whole trip. Daming stop-over ni manong. Home by 1130PM. Antagaaal. But the trip was worth it. Short but substantial. Threw some baskets, had few chases with Solo, ate a lot (Nanay Toring prepared some for us), spent brief idle time with my family, and gave Nanay Asing some tight hugs. We got on the bus again the following night, heading back to Manila. Without a single stop-over this time. Extreme trips in two days.

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Salamat, buddy ko...*kugos*