I was on my way to Smart Wireless Center in Ayala to apply for my very first postpaid plan (woohoo!) when it started to pour. It would've not been a big deal had the rain spared my feet. I could feel every droplet as it glided down my toes in every stride I took. At may sound effects pa talaga. Kadiri. It was very uncomforting. The umbrella I was carrying didn't do any help at all. Coincidentally, there was this small Schu Salon a few steps away from the Smart office.
So after our transaction, we headed to Schu’s, which I didn’t notice the signage before and assumed that it was just one of those tiangge stalls in the area. I was rummaging around for a simple cut-price pair, just to tone with the clothes I was wearing for the day, when he approached me holding a pair of flat white jelly shoes. I was sceptical to try them at first. I never imagined that I would be sporting something made of that "jelly" material (or even Crocs, no offense but they just don't look good on my feet). But he was relentless, like one of those promo reps you usually meet in shopping malls. My feet gave his proposal a shot. To my surprise, the pair felt and looked fine. Or, maybe I just thought it felt that way because I had been dying to remove my old drenched worn-out shoes.
I put the recent pair on even before I handed down the bills. In fairness ha, they felt good in the rain.
He was grinning, a little proud of himself for another winning story. Yeah, yeah, not bad. Now I have my rainy day shoes! =)
Thursday, January 08, 2009
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Say Cheese
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My mother was, as usual, non-stop with her stories. I was a bit embarrassed because Ma almost took over their conversation, like a main hostess of a talk show. Random topics, my mother. I think, Pa has a very excellent training ground for good listening because of her. Fortunately, Nay endured their exchange.
But don't get me wrong, my mother is chatty in a welcoming and charming way.
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I'm gald Nay enjoyed their 2-day stay here. Aside from the cool puff of air in my parents' bedroom where Nay and I slept (my parents have been sleeping in my grandmother's bedroom since she passed away three years ago) and the red crabs we had at lunch, I think my mother's rap session and my father's challenge to a chess match were key ingredients. Wala pang tongits yun ha. If Nay and Pa could've just found one more eager person to play with them, my buddy would’ve been nagging his mother until sundown for a prolonged send-off (he was already nagging her this morning during the chess match).
It was a quick visit, which made me a little sullen because we missed each other's company for two special days in a row-- first time in three years.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
Grains
Pa arrived a bit late from the market this morning. We were supposed to eat breakfast together. Hmp. I had finished my bowl of cereals, and started with the second CD of our morning background (which I discovered from the CD pudding case I had brought with me) when he showed up, clutching striped plastic bags of chicken cuts and vegetables. He would be THE king of the kitchen today because my Tia Rose and cousins Rach, James and Jay, would be coming over to spend the night with us. As promised, he would give one sack of rice to them if and only if they would sleep over, which, of course, they did-- not because of the "reward" but because of my parents' prodding. Apart from the choice cuts and greens, he already bought round fruits (suprisingly, including bananas) in preparation for New Year's eve. And, as usual, he polished off our morning with today's broadsheet— sort of a bribe for skipping our sunrise date.
I was enjoying my dose of scoop, particularly on Hatton's challenge to Pacman and on the Chateau Royale feature article, until I browsed the next set of pages. The well-known Honesty Coffee Shop in Batanes was robbed. I was dismayed, awfully sad about it. [Many people are familiar with that store— probably the only establishment in the world that does not have any lock or any person watching over it. All transactions are based on honesty system as the shop's name implies. A customer chooses an item then he or she simply leaves an exact payment.] But then it happened. Someone disrupted the time-honored passivity. Worse, the incident was not the "first" in the renowned zero-crime-rate town. There were other cases that, according to the article, had been reported as "minor incidents" only. Those crimes have been kept (or maybe settled subtly) to preserve the good image of the Ivatans. Come on now.
Good thing there was the Entertainment section to the rescue. Plus the sight of my father, doing his daily dumbbell exercises to the tune of In Love With Bacharach's last track.
*****
Hay. Batanes is our would-be next stop.
I was enjoying my dose of scoop, particularly on Hatton's challenge to Pacman and on the Chateau Royale feature article, until I browsed the next set of pages. The well-known Honesty Coffee Shop in Batanes was robbed. I was dismayed, awfully sad about it. [Many people are familiar with that store— probably the only establishment in the world that does not have any lock or any person watching over it. All transactions are based on honesty system as the shop's name implies. A customer chooses an item then he or she simply leaves an exact payment.] But then it happened. Someone disrupted the time-honored passivity. Worse, the incident was not the "first" in the renowned zero-crime-rate town. There were other cases that, according to the article, had been reported as "minor incidents" only. Those crimes have been kept (or maybe settled subtly) to preserve the good image of the Ivatans. Come on now.
Good thing there was the Entertainment section to the rescue. Plus the sight of my father, doing his daily dumbbell exercises to the tune of In Love With Bacharach's last track.
*****
Hay. Batanes is our would-be next stop.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Breather
Longest holiday break. Ever.
I've already had my to-do list, which include doing some movie and series marathon, running for 30 minutes daily, enhancing my blog and our Multiply account, vacuuming certain areas of our house, organizing music info on my Ipod, editing pictures, creating Kat's short AVP, and bonding with my family and relatives. Definitely, action-packed.
The only drawback I could think of is that it's also going to be the longest time that I wouldn't see him since the time we've started spending three to four times a week. Oh. A little heartbreaking. I'm going to miss him badly until his birthday, which would require me to count for six more days. =(
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Update wih Ashtece. I had not been so confident since our previous encounter. I made a number of boo-boos then. But, lucky me, I had my third chance. We had some email correspondence for almost three weeks, mostly about confirmation for our next redezvous.
That day came, the same day I would be leaving for the province. I was supposed to be super excited because I would be going home. But I had to allot some time for our meeting and endure the Christmas rush on my way to Heritage, plus, of course, deal with my very limited sense of direction. When I got there, however, things turned out pretty OK. I was more at ease and assertive, although I missed two simple but significant details.
I'm not too complacent though. But I hope a good impression has been established. I hope another blessing will happen at the start of the new year.
Just crossing my fingers for whatever.
*****
You can't really get the perfect package. Even the finest options have a room for strain.
I've already had my to-do list, which include doing some movie and series marathon, running for 30 minutes daily, enhancing my blog and our Multiply account, vacuuming certain areas of our house, organizing music info on my Ipod, editing pictures, creating Kat's short AVP, and bonding with my family and relatives. Definitely, action-packed.
The only drawback I could think of is that it's also going to be the longest time that I wouldn't see him since the time we've started spending three to four times a week. Oh. A little heartbreaking. I'm going to miss him badly until his birthday, which would require me to count for six more days. =(
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Update wih Ashtece. I had not been so confident since our previous encounter. I made a number of boo-boos then. But, lucky me, I had my third chance. We had some email correspondence for almost three weeks, mostly about confirmation for our next redezvous.
That day came, the same day I would be leaving for the province. I was supposed to be super excited because I would be going home. But I had to allot some time for our meeting and endure the Christmas rush on my way to Heritage, plus, of course, deal with my very limited sense of direction. When I got there, however, things turned out pretty OK. I was more at ease and assertive, although I missed two simple but significant details.
I'm not too complacent though. But I hope a good impression has been established. I hope another blessing will happen at the start of the new year.
Just crossing my fingers for whatever.
*****
You can't really get the perfect package. Even the finest options have a room for strain.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Fine China
The Chinatown's Best's eat-all-you-can was S-U-L-I-T. Forget about the small steamed crabs-- you still had a seafood feast anyway. Almost all of the foodstuff there tasted really, really good. Authentic and relatively easy on the pocket. I loved their tempura (even though we needed to remove the thick flour coating), sea bass (which Nay really enjoyed to pieces), sautéed mushroom with garlic (which I still had on my second plate), California maki (which, of course, you didn't try), and the veggie dishes (which complemented every set I prepared). I wanted to try their prawn salad, but I was so full already.
Chinatown's Best is in Banawe, QC. P499 per head.
*****
It was a sweet semi-surprise. I didn't mean to snoop on your calendar. It was totally unpremeditated. Swear. =)
Chinatown's Best is in Banawe, QC. P499 per head.
*****
It was a sweet semi-surprise. I didn't mean to snoop on your calendar. It was totally unpremeditated. Swear. =)
Tuesday, December 09, 2008
Friday, December 05, 2008
Spoon 168
We woke up early last Monday, and had a spur-of-the-moment drive to try Divisoria. It was the last day of our long weekend anyway. And the past two days were spent almost entirely at home-- cuddling, watching Heroes and Prison Break, sorting audio files for our playlists, and editing my Christmas gift for Gabi.
The trip was a bit off course; it gave us déjà vu of our Binondo spree, when we tried to find Crepe de Chine (and ended up eating in another Chinese resto that can also be found in malls). First, we missed our stop in Lawton. So we needed to walk back from Carriedo, where the mini bus made its final stop. Second, we somehow got lost in Divisoria. Funny, he was insisting that Divisoria Mall is Tutuban 168. I thought he knew the place. Silly, I very nearly doubted myself and believed him, knowing my awfully limited talent in directions. But I was so sure that these are two different establishments-- based on the pictures on the blogs that I frequently visit.
We still checked out Divisoria Mall. Mahn, there was a massive crowd of shoppers, colliding with one another, flocking to every stall. But I was rather amazed on how bargain hunters (probably, most of them are regulars) find so much willpower to invade the place. After a few minutes, we made our exit to look for 168. By the time we found it, we were already starving. So instead of rummaging for a piece of whatever, we started to search for Chopsticks and Spoons, which his Uncle Jeff had been telling him. He spotted it immediately. Finding a table was one challenge; getting our order was another. Weird, he did not even order the bestsellers. Maybe it was the hunger. It was a pretty good lunch for a famished stomach, though.
By the time we were ready to "shop", we were both a little used-up. But we were still determined to buy something so that our Divi tour would not be wasted. I found four cool statement shirts with almost the same soft fine fabric as that of People are People. He purchased a couple of plaid shorts after quite a lot of fitting, and a pair of cute Chuck Taylor copycat for Gabi. I can say, we had a good buy. =)
We went home by 4PM, strolling back to Carriedo from Tutuban. We could have done that on our way there that morning. Too bad and too late. we realized we made a huge u-turn earlier. [Oh, what happened to the the-shortest-distance-between-two-points-is-a-straight-line method? Fine, now, at least, we know. ]
*****
Albeit global recession, businesses in Divisoria are far from being on the rocks [and so many people are still willing to splurge]. Or, maybe it was just the holiday fever.
The trip was a bit off course; it gave us déjà vu of our Binondo spree, when we tried to find Crepe de Chine (and ended up eating in another Chinese resto that can also be found in malls). First, we missed our stop in Lawton. So we needed to walk back from Carriedo, where the mini bus made its final stop. Second, we somehow got lost in Divisoria. Funny, he was insisting that Divisoria Mall is Tutuban 168. I thought he knew the place. Silly, I very nearly doubted myself and believed him, knowing my awfully limited talent in directions. But I was so sure that these are two different establishments-- based on the pictures on the blogs that I frequently visit.
We still checked out Divisoria Mall. Mahn, there was a massive crowd of shoppers, colliding with one another, flocking to every stall. But I was rather amazed on how bargain hunters (probably, most of them are regulars) find so much willpower to invade the place. After a few minutes, we made our exit to look for 168. By the time we found it, we were already starving. So instead of rummaging for a piece of whatever, we started to search for Chopsticks and Spoons, which his Uncle Jeff had been telling him. He spotted it immediately. Finding a table was one challenge; getting our order was another. Weird, he did not even order the bestsellers. Maybe it was the hunger. It was a pretty good lunch for a famished stomach, though.
By the time we were ready to "shop", we were both a little used-up. But we were still determined to buy something so that our Divi tour would not be wasted. I found four cool statement shirts with almost the same soft fine fabric as that of People are People. He purchased a couple of plaid shorts after quite a lot of fitting, and a pair of cute Chuck Taylor copycat for Gabi. I can say, we had a good buy. =)
We went home by 4PM, strolling back to Carriedo from Tutuban. We could have done that on our way there that morning. Too bad and too late. we realized we made a huge u-turn earlier. [Oh, what happened to the the-shortest-distance-between-two-points-is-a-straight-line method? Fine, now, at least, we know. ]
*****
Albeit global recession, businesses in Divisoria are far from being on the rocks [and so many people are still willing to splurge]. Or, maybe it was just the holiday fever.
Friday, November 28, 2008
Gray
I could not pick out the accurate way to describe it.
Another hard-hitting blow from her has changed the course of almost everything and everyone around her. I do not know how she is able to do it, how she can take it, and how she can fake it right from the outset. She has no idea what the most important people in her life right now are going through. Devastated does not and will not cover every dull pain she has caused. It is much heavier.
Have you seen your mother sobbing so damn hard every night until she falls asleep? Have you seen your brother talking less to your mother because he could not take the things your mother would tell him knowing that he could not do anything about it? Have you seen your kid lately?
Do you even recognize the outrageous mess that you have invented?
*****
We'll get by, Gab. Tito and T'nin promised. *kugos*
Another hard-hitting blow from her has changed the course of almost everything and everyone around her. I do not know how she is able to do it, how she can take it, and how she can fake it right from the outset. She has no idea what the most important people in her life right now are going through. Devastated does not and will not cover every dull pain she has caused. It is much heavier.
Have you seen your mother sobbing so damn hard every night until she falls asleep? Have you seen your brother talking less to your mother because he could not take the things your mother would tell him knowing that he could not do anything about it? Have you seen your kid lately?
Do you even recognize the outrageous mess that you have invented?
*****
We'll get by, Gab. Tito and T'nin promised. *kugos*
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Forks
"I stared because their faces, so different, so similar, were all devastatingly, inhumanly beautiful."
That was a fine vampire movie date last night. Honestly, I dig it, except for some seatmates-- a group of overexcited ladies-- who just could not contain whatever their thing was.
I got hooked on Twilight and the rest of the series, but I was not really expecting too much from the movie. I was just curious on how Catherine Hardwicke would pull off a high school emo love story without turning it into a typical teenybopper or chick flick.
Well, it is sort of a chick flick-- having the beautiful, overprotective, but dangerous vamp Edward Cullen and the smart, tough, but clumsy high school mortal girl Isabella Swan as protagonists, plus bumping into a few girls wearing Team Edward shirts on our way to Cinema 1, and some members of the audience clapping as the movie starts, and screaming to some extent as the couple's scene intensified. [I only experience that kind of frenzy at the UP Film Center when the end credits of an indie film starts to roll.] My buddy would just slump in his seat and cover half of his face whenever the crowd cheered. But he admitted that, in fairness, he liked the "chick flick", too. =)
Anyway, here are some personal tidbits about last night's Twilight:
- No need to fall in line for a 455 PM screening because everybody is still at work.
- Prime seats are a must. If you plan to watch at Greenbelt 3, choose row F, middle (10 and 11 to be exact).
- Extra hot coffee and warmed oatmeal cookies are good substitutes for cheese popcorn and cold soda.
- Kristen Stewart is too pretty and hot to be Bella.
- Robert Pattinson is not too beautiful to be Edward but yeah he could qualify as a beautiful but dangerous bloodsucker. At least now, he's not just the Cedric Diggory of Harry Potter. And he looks like James Dean, particularly on the scene where he is sporting his Ray-Ban sunglasses as he and Bella walk through the parking lot.
- Jason Castro of the American Idol 7 would pass as Jacob Black. IMO. Hehe.
- I adore Alice Cullen, both in the novel and in the movie.
- We were both touched by the car scene of Jasper and Alice-- the simple, assuring gesture of holding hands.
- Watch out for the speed. I forgot the camera that they used. But the details are incredible.
- New Moon is coming, I'm sure. =)
- I saw Nats with his date. Text ko sana, ayaw namang mag-send. Hehe.
7.5 for him, 8.0 for me. =)
You needed that break, kulet. Sana kasama natin si Nay.
Saturday, November 22, 2008
In Progress
Help files have started to pile up lately. The project tasks reminder has been updated to accommodate the new release schedule for wInsight and the approaching release of the EPM Security Administrator next month. Each reply to the existing thread has uncovered another bulleted list of changes or information about a related application. At last, I have had the nerve (without being embarrassed) to click Busy on my Communicator status and the excuse not to log in to Meebo every single day. [Besides, it's a bit of a hassle because the latter often gets me disconnected. Argh.]
The best part so far is discovering more tricks on Robohelp-- something I had not been able to utilize significantly three years ago.
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I'm done with the four vampire novels of Stephenie Meyer. And I know he finds Twilight rather a chick flick (based on his little research) but I'm glad he is so willing to go and watch with me this Wednesday. Thank God for sureseats.
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Ashtece buzzed 13 minutes late. I didn't get the self-assurance that I had been expecting. I was given some time to prepare for that conversation but I don't know. I've been absorbed with my projects. [When my mobile rang, I was still in front of the monitor, figuring out how to reorganize some topics.] I could've done a whole lot better. I could've made that exchange very interesting, blew their minds, and left a sound impression. You know, the works. But honestly I don't know why I faltered. And I'm a little sad. I want that break. My buddy and I need that break.
I told him and Kat about the call. They both said I felt the same way two months ago. But this is different. Transactions like this one rely too much on how well you say things. And I think I've just lost one chance by 80%.
The best part so far is discovering more tricks on Robohelp-- something I had not been able to utilize significantly three years ago.
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I'm done with the four vampire novels of Stephenie Meyer. And I know he finds Twilight rather a chick flick (based on his little research) but I'm glad he is so willing to go and watch with me this Wednesday. Thank God for sureseats.
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Ashtece buzzed 13 minutes late. I didn't get the self-assurance that I had been expecting. I was given some time to prepare for that conversation but I don't know. I've been absorbed with my projects. [When my mobile rang, I was still in front of the monitor, figuring out how to reorganize some topics.] I could've done a whole lot better. I could've made that exchange very interesting, blew their minds, and left a sound impression. You know, the works. But honestly I don't know why I faltered. And I'm a little sad. I want that break. My buddy and I need that break.
I told him and Kat about the call. They both said I felt the same way two months ago. But this is different. Transactions like this one rely too much on how well you say things. And I think I've just lost one chance by 80%.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Dirty Rice
Sunday was unfussy. Everybody was in a relatively good mood, with some diminutive exceptions at the latter part of the night. But all in all, it was fine. Quite normal in this family. The weather had also been behaving well, probably matching the vibe of everyone.
Before meeting my buddy at Market! Market!, I invited Nay, Giselle, and Gab to our unit in BCDA. Gab was totally worn-out when we arrived. Giselle and Nay took advantage of the nap time slash temporary peace, reading Kat's food and fashion magazines, and playing Solitaire on my laptop. You bet who was playing. =)
Gab was a bit disoriented when she woke up. I can tell because she was hesitant to throw tantrums, and she was just sobbing. We then headed back to the Global City to meet him. It was their first visit. So my buddy and I played the hosts and tour guides.
After an hour or so of roaming around the mall, Serendra, and Bonifacio High Street, we settled on having a dinner. There was a teeny weeny dispute between the two of us as to where we eat. We finally agreed on Conti's. But the place was jampacked as usual. We then tried my pick (his pick earlier), Claw Daddy. So it was a seafood fest night for us. Plus the creamy carbonara that Giselle ordered and Gab shared with her, as if it was the most scrumptious food on the planet.
By 10PM, we wrapped it up. But instead of waiting for a taxi at the last block of Boni High, we crossed the Net Quad. The walk served as bonding time, with Gab, of course, as the center of the gag.
*****
Happy Birthday, Giselle! Be good. Be a good mom, daughter, and sister. Please be that good. For Gabi.
Claw Daddy is a bit pricey. But you have to expect that from a seafood resto [particularly, a seafood resto in Boni High], right? In this case, it is a little dear given the serving size + taste + price. Medyo lang naman, based on those three factors. Try to budget around P1500 for a platter, drinks, and rice for three to four heads. And try to order their dirty rice, fried rice cooked with chicken liver and spices. But what I like most about dining there is the notable customer service-- very attentive and friendly without being annoyingly invasive. =)
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Take Two
Anyway, we let the bad decision slipped away. By 730PM, we returned to Ten 02 (we bought the tickets there before dinner). There were already a few pairs occupying different tables. We managed to get a table at the center. Prime seats. The stage director then introduced the first set. It was our cue for a cup of coffee and a cup of tea. As the second set concluded, we ordered two bottles of San Mig light and the quattro formaggi, which the actors had been promoting to the audience whenever the 15-minute break was about to start. We were not even done with the last three slices when the third and last set wrapped up. It was a curtain call by 930PM.
Hmm..among the three sets, we both liked the second. But we're still rooting for I Laugh You.*****
So sorry you missed your 4:09AM wake-up call and a half day of your shift. Mi luv yah. *kugos*
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Spare Time
For the past few weeks, Nay had been really exhausted taking care of Gabi, doing some household chores, and talking to Giselle about the same things over and over again. I know these things have been testing her patience the rough way. I just wish I could make the situation a little better and much lighter for her. The least my buddy and I could do was to take her to Wensha Spa for our second visit. We fetched her from Manila City Hall after work. Then, we went straight ahead to the place. Her eyes flickered the moment we entered the lobby. It took us almost five hours. I'm so glad she loved the experience.
*****
I know the effect was fleeting. But I hope ny buddy and I can give her a time off like this every so often. It just feels right to see her eyes react like that again. Maybe next time we could grab some seats at a Richard Poon gig.
*****
I know the effect was fleeting. But I hope ny buddy and I can give her a time off like this every so often. It just feels right to see her eyes react like that again. Maybe next time we could grab some seats at a Richard Poon gig.
Wednesday, October 01, 2008
Breadcrumbs
- Three days after packing and taking home the last batch of my personal stuff, I'm occupying a new cube again. Back in the game. But this time, it has a blue-gray theme and is probably 1 foot wider than that of my previous. Almost everything has been set up-- the PC that I'm going to use for the rest of my stay here, the installation of tools that I would be needing in the coming weeks, and some office supplies (which I won't yet use) placed on a mounted tray. All I needed to do was enter a default password. The team welcomed me with a lunch at Commons, just infront of Citibank Tower. The first week has been allotted for Webex sessions, mainly trainings and certifications on certain industry standard policies and processes, including the company's software development lifecycle and, of course, the company's style guide and templates. From time to time, my good-humored boss would initiate an easy chat, making sure that I'm doing all right. I have been switching from one Webex to another, plus prodding Reina (who's also a former officemate) in between. After lunch and before going back to the readings, I would usually grab a cup at Figaro (since it's just located at the first floor lobby while Starbucks is on the other side of the street, and my heels are killing me). Thanks for the flexi schedule, the ride to and from the office has been manageable.
- We're into series and movie marathon phase. We had Prison Break, Monk, Heroes, Grey's Anatomy (but I think he was able to watch more episodes that I did), and the recently added entry to our list, Dexter. One sleepover made us doze at four in the morning, after finishing the last four episodes. So he had to cancel his tree planting activity somewhere in Quezon that same morning. As for the movies, I believe, we have the bragging right to say that we've seen a lot. Just before he turns off the light and clicks Play, he would open a pack of Mr.Chips, which, I think, has become our official "chicha" (Ewan ko ba, andun sya sa phase na yun. Hmm..well, I had my Clover Chips phase a couple of months back).
- I got my pre-employment medical exam result. And, to my disbelief, my status is under further evaluation. First time ever in my employment history. It's not even "Fit with advice". The 8-page certification has recommended me to take in more fiber, a Feosol tablet--which should be taken with one glass of orange juice-- and a Zymox capsule, then repeat two separate analyses. Oh--I feel a bit insulted, especially on the fiber part. I thought Kat and I had been taking this healthy eating habit solemnly, always considering products high in fiber and low in calories for our grocery cart. But nooo-- I've still been marked as Pending. What else can I do, right?
- I'm done reading Twilight. Surprisingly, I enjoyed it. Though there are some typo and, I think, too many needless over-sentimental encounters of the two main characters, I still found myself craving for the next chapter. I was hoping I would be able to start the next novel, New Moon, tonight. But, sadly, the Powerbooks and National Bookstore branches where I went to in the past two days have only had Twilight and Breaking Down on their shelves. I wish I splashed out on the copy that we saw at the Mall of Asia last week.
- I sometimes watch him as he sleeps. My index finger would trace the contour of his face, from his forehead to his nose bridge down the curve of his lips. Sometimes, my pretend sketch would take a little detour to the outline of his cheek down his chin. And, sometimes, I would kiss him lightly right there on his neck, just when he's absolutely defenseless. It's a challenge when he's awake because he often guards that area, holding on to it for dear life. I'm sorry but I'm not sorry, buddy ko. You know what I mean. =)
- I had my first howler at my new company. I misspelled a word from my signature, TECHINICAL. And it was my manager who pointed it out. Oh men.
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Lawson
Aside from the one year and five months, I appreciate the lunch feast and testimonial video. I will miss everyone. See you around--- maybe in some coffee shop. =)
Monday, September 15, 2008
Half and Half
37 months na kami. Yiiiiii! Ambilis. Parang kelan lang daw sabi nila. Pero sa span na yun, pareho pa rin yung effect nya sa 'kin. Lagi pa ring may nilu-look forward na event-- the usual man o extraordinary. Nakaka-excite pa rin yung mga coffee date, basketball game, at movie marathon plan. Ina-anticipate ko pa rin ang weekend at sleepover. Nakaka-tense na nakaka-stimulate pa rin mag-isip ng gift o surprise. Nakakakilig pa rin yung impromptu visits o pa-sweet na line. Aside from those things, syempre may struggle din paminsan minsan. Nawawala sa isip mag-text (parang kagabi-- sorry talaga), nagkakasabay ang stubborness o kaya init ng ulo, nagiging selfish ng onte, di nagtutugma ang ilang perspectives, di nari-reconcile agad yung ibang personal differences, at iba pa. But at the end of the day, kami pa rin. Nari-resolve kung ano man yung issue, which we usually finish off with a hug. Yung mga non-negotiable, non-negotiable pa rin. Kami-- eh di kami pa rin.
*****
May mga nagtatanong kung kelan na. We'll get there. OK? Sabi nga ni broe, we're "mutually marred". Ah, very well said. =)
Happy 37th nung 9, buddy ko. Mi luv yah. *kugos*
Flunch
I love my stay here. I value my projects with the Deployment and Tools group. I feel at home in a cube decorated with photos from previous trips and cluttered print-outs. I anticipate coffee and lunch breaks. I appreciate the tools. I enjoy being with the InfoDev team. But. Yun. Merong but. I guess some things are not enough, no? Hay. Mami-miss ko ang Lawson for sure.
Until next flunch.
*****
Flunch means Friday Lunch. The team would usually go out for lunch, and then have a weekly meeting. The term, however, has become synonymous with just a regular meeting-- which could happen on a Monday or any day of the week, and team members would grab lunch separately.
Until next flunch.
*****
Flunch means Friday Lunch. The team would usually go out for lunch, and then have a weekly meeting. The term, however, has become synonymous with just a regular meeting-- which could happen on a Monday or any day of the week, and team members would grab lunch separately.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Alapaap
The first performance, after six years, was spectacular.
For an Eraserheads fan, the opening number, pumped up by a grand setup—a huge screen on the main stage, lighting that can only be seen on international concerts, cameras from different angles for each band member, and a fireworks display at the last verse—was already an epic. As one DJ put it, “opening pa lang, sulit na”.
We were not supposed to be there, spending almost P2,700 for Patron tickets, standing side by side-- along with many other fans-- and going home after the first set. The original plan was to find a coffee shop near the area, and listen to their songs—just the way we did last July in Daughtry concert. That was the plan because we were not able to get the VIP invites, which had been given away to those who logged on to Marlboro’s site several weeks ago. But after checking out some shelves at Powerbooks and strolling around Greenbelt, we ended up inquiring at the Ticketnet booth, and later on, buying two tickets. Eheads yun eh. Mapapalampas ba naman.
We grabbed an early dinner at Contis; I enjoyed my Shrimp and Mushroom Pasta (which I will tempt Kat to cook for us, hehe), while he indulged in his Mango Royale Salad and Tuna Salad Sandwich. By 7PM, we lined up, first outside the Patron entrance near Boni High Street, then outside the other Patron entrance at the opposite side. The security personnel were stringent in terms of what not to bring inside—including perfumes. And I brought mine that night. So they were expecting me to leave my perfume behind? Like just throw it away?! It pissed me off a bit. Hmmm... figuring out how to settle such issues was their problem, not mine. They should have disseminated information at all ticket booths regarding DONTs, and never bothered those people who paid a relatively dear damage. But forget about security, I was able to get in anyway.
By 8PM, a huge countdown, starting at 10:00 minutes, was displayed on all screens. The crowd cheered at the end of every minute. It was overwhelming.
And then, the first song. Wow.
I could barely see the whole band. Well, I was 6-footer in my past life, you know. My buddy was trying to carry me from time to time just to get a glimpse of them. But, honestly, the distance from the stage did not matter. I was intensely listening as Ely sang, Buddy played the bass, Marcus the guitar, and Raimund the drums. I was simply carried away, just like everybody else.
The first song was followed by another hit. Then, another hit. And so on, and so forth. I forgot to count. There were no adlibs. No spiels. No “hello fans!” Same old, same old. They have been like that since their UP gig days. Di talaga sila ma-hirit. They showed up on stage to play. That particular night, however, there was something lacking. They seemed to be detached from the performance. No cues from the frontman. But no matter how silent the band was in between songs, the crowd consistently applauded with enthusiasm and chanted “Group hug! Group hug!” at the end of each Eheads hit. I’m not sure whether the band members were aware of their effect, but those people who had filled up the whole concert area screamed their hearts out, rooting for the reunion.
I knew there was something wrong in the last song on the first set. I thought Ely struggled with some stanzas. My buddy noticed that Ely requested a production crew who strapped him the guitar to unfasten it. After the last song, the rest of the band left the stage, Ely sat on the platform, resting his hands on his knees. Lights out. Another countdown, 20:00 minutes, was displayed on all screens.
There were no intermissions. No videos. No front-act bands. There were only announcement about food and beverages available at the concessionaires, and the voices of Eheads fan, talking to one another, noticing dead air.
It took the band more than 20 minutes t get back on stage. And their resumption was uncomfortable. Buddy introduced the members of the band, except for Ely. But he introduced another person, Ely's sister, who, in turn, told the crowd that he was being rushed to the hospital due to his poor health condition. Everyone was startled.
The concert was cut short. The opening song for the next set was turned into a 1-minute prayer in silence for Ely. I was not able to hear Poor Man’s Grave, which I had been anticipating to hear that night. My buddy was waiting for Minsan. Others for Pare Ko and Magasin. The rest for Huling El Bimbo. But we could not complain nor booed the production. The life of the frontman was at stake. Half of the reunion thing was accomplished. And to those who grew up in the Eraserheads era have gotten some satisfaction, seeing the band together on stage, singing many hit songs (one album if compiled) with the band, and experiencing that sort of Woodstock feel.
It was definitely not a perfect concert. It actually finished off a mess. But being able to get there in the middle of the field was moving. It gave us an unusual high.
For an Eraserheads fan, the opening number, pumped up by a grand setup—a huge screen on the main stage, lighting that can only be seen on international concerts, cameras from different angles for each band member, and a fireworks display at the last verse—was already an epic. As one DJ put it, “opening pa lang, sulit na”.
We were not supposed to be there, spending almost P2,700 for Patron tickets, standing side by side-- along with many other fans-- and going home after the first set. The original plan was to find a coffee shop near the area, and listen to their songs—just the way we did last July in Daughtry concert. That was the plan because we were not able to get the VIP invites, which had been given away to those who logged on to Marlboro’s site several weeks ago. But after checking out some shelves at Powerbooks and strolling around Greenbelt, we ended up inquiring at the Ticketnet booth, and later on, buying two tickets. Eheads yun eh. Mapapalampas ba naman.
We grabbed an early dinner at Contis; I enjoyed my Shrimp and Mushroom Pasta (which I will tempt Kat to cook for us, hehe), while he indulged in his Mango Royale Salad and Tuna Salad Sandwich. By 7PM, we lined up, first outside the Patron entrance near Boni High Street, then outside the other Patron entrance at the opposite side. The security personnel were stringent in terms of what not to bring inside—including perfumes. And I brought mine that night. So they were expecting me to leave my perfume behind? Like just throw it away?! It pissed me off a bit. Hmmm... figuring out how to settle such issues was their problem, not mine. They should have disseminated information at all ticket booths regarding DONTs, and never bothered those people who paid a relatively dear damage. But forget about security, I was able to get in anyway.
By 8PM, a huge countdown, starting at 10:00 minutes, was displayed on all screens. The crowd cheered at the end of every minute. It was overwhelming.
And then, the first song. Wow.
I could barely see the whole band. Well, I was 6-footer in my past life, you know. My buddy was trying to carry me from time to time just to get a glimpse of them. But, honestly, the distance from the stage did not matter. I was intensely listening as Ely sang, Buddy played the bass, Marcus the guitar, and Raimund the drums. I was simply carried away, just like everybody else.
The first song was followed by another hit. Then, another hit. And so on, and so forth. I forgot to count. There were no adlibs. No spiels. No “hello fans!” Same old, same old. They have been like that since their UP gig days. Di talaga sila ma-hirit. They showed up on stage to play. That particular night, however, there was something lacking. They seemed to be detached from the performance. No cues from the frontman. But no matter how silent the band was in between songs, the crowd consistently applauded with enthusiasm and chanted “Group hug! Group hug!” at the end of each Eheads hit. I’m not sure whether the band members were aware of their effect, but those people who had filled up the whole concert area screamed their hearts out, rooting for the reunion.
I knew there was something wrong in the last song on the first set. I thought Ely struggled with some stanzas. My buddy noticed that Ely requested a production crew who strapped him the guitar to unfasten it. After the last song, the rest of the band left the stage, Ely sat on the platform, resting his hands on his knees. Lights out. Another countdown, 20:00 minutes, was displayed on all screens.
There were no intermissions. No videos. No front-act bands. There were only announcement about food and beverages available at the concessionaires, and the voices of Eheads fan, talking to one another, noticing dead air.
It took the band more than 20 minutes t get back on stage. And their resumption was uncomfortable. Buddy introduced the members of the band, except for Ely. But he introduced another person, Ely's sister, who, in turn, told the crowd that he was being rushed to the hospital due to his poor health condition. Everyone was startled.
The concert was cut short. The opening song for the next set was turned into a 1-minute prayer in silence for Ely. I was not able to hear Poor Man’s Grave, which I had been anticipating to hear that night. My buddy was waiting for Minsan. Others for Pare Ko and Magasin. The rest for Huling El Bimbo. But we could not complain nor booed the production. The life of the frontman was at stake. Half of the reunion thing was accomplished. And to those who grew up in the Eraserheads era have gotten some satisfaction, seeing the band together on stage, singing many hit songs (one album if compiled) with the band, and experiencing that sort of Woodstock feel.
It was definitely not a perfect concert. It actually finished off a mess. But being able to get there in the middle of the field was moving. It gave us an unusual high.
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