Tuesday, September 30, 2003
Pinoy Trivia of the Week:
The Philippine Madrigal Singers bagged the 1997 European Choral Grand Prix, the choral olympics of the world’s best choirs. The group being the only Asian choir, bested five regional champions from all over Europe and earning them the title as the "world’s best choir."
I was still a little boy when I first heard the Madz sing. They had a concert at the UP Diliman College of Music and my dad, being a fan of the Madz, took me and my brother to watch. (Man, I don't think my youngest brother wasn't even born yet at that time.)
If I'm not mistaken, the original name of the group was UP Madrigal Singers since the members of the chorale were from my alma mater, the University of the Philippines. (That feels so good to say!!!) The chorale members were under the training of now National Artist for Music Andrea Veneracion.
I dunno when the name was changed to Philippine Madrigal Singers. I guess they kept on winning awards and more and more people, botg here and abroad, fell in love with their voices, thus, the change in the name.
The Philippine Madrigal Singers is one more reason for us Filipinos to be proud of our nationality.
The Philippine Madrigal Singers bagged the 1997 European Choral Grand Prix, the choral olympics of the world’s best choirs. The group being the only Asian choir, bested five regional champions from all over Europe and earning them the title as the "world’s best choir."
I was still a little boy when I first heard the Madz sing. They had a concert at the UP Diliman College of Music and my dad, being a fan of the Madz, took me and my brother to watch. (Man, I don't think my youngest brother wasn't even born yet at that time.)
If I'm not mistaken, the original name of the group was UP Madrigal Singers since the members of the chorale were from my alma mater, the University of the Philippines. (That feels so good to say!!!) The chorale members were under the training of now National Artist for Music Andrea Veneracion.
I dunno when the name was changed to Philippine Madrigal Singers. I guess they kept on winning awards and more and more people, botg here and abroad, fell in love with their voices, thus, the change in the name.
The Philippine Madrigal Singers is one more reason for us Filipinos to be proud of our nationality.
The One?
Kendi is a very good friend since college. It's always fun to be around her. She's really sweet and thoughtful. She was also one of the girls who introduced me to Salvatore and Miuccia, among many others. We've been through a lot and I'm so "Prada" her for being a friend.
I was reading Kendi's old entries and I stumbled upon the one below. Kendi is now engaged to a good man, Manuel. He was in the same course as we were but one year our senior. What she wrote was just really mushy.
how do you know?
i believe that there's only one person for you in the world. one or none at all (which is not at all less than ideal!). but when you're in a relationship, you can't know for sure that you're with "the one" until you're old and gray and sitll madly in love with each other. at the onset of your relationship, you simply take a chance, love this person with all your heart and pray that you live happily ever after. you embrace everything about the other person with love. its not about settling or compromise. laging nangingibabaw yung love (love prevails). even when you're battling over something, deep inside you know you still love this other person who just couldn't leave the bathroom without soaking the floor all the way to your room or make decisions a little quicker than usual or even recognize your independence a little more. you live with his imperfections and still have respect for his abilities without undermining your own. sometimes one of you gets hurt by the other, but never intentionally. then you grow together in harmony, loving each other more everyday. before you know it, you're stuck with each other but happy. happier than ever. i think that's when you know.
Amen to that, girlfriend. Amen.
Kendi is a very good friend since college. It's always fun to be around her. She's really sweet and thoughtful. She was also one of the girls who introduced me to Salvatore and Miuccia, among many others. We've been through a lot and I'm so "Prada" her for being a friend.
I was reading Kendi's old entries and I stumbled upon the one below. Kendi is now engaged to a good man, Manuel. He was in the same course as we were but one year our senior. What she wrote was just really mushy.
how do you know?
i believe that there's only one person for you in the world. one or none at all (which is not at all less than ideal!). but when you're in a relationship, you can't know for sure that you're with "the one" until you're old and gray and sitll madly in love with each other. at the onset of your relationship, you simply take a chance, love this person with all your heart and pray that you live happily ever after. you embrace everything about the other person with love. its not about settling or compromise. laging nangingibabaw yung love (love prevails). even when you're battling over something, deep inside you know you still love this other person who just couldn't leave the bathroom without soaking the floor all the way to your room or make decisions a little quicker than usual or even recognize your independence a little more. you live with his imperfections and still have respect for his abilities without undermining your own. sometimes one of you gets hurt by the other, but never intentionally. then you grow together in harmony, loving each other more everyday. before you know it, you're stuck with each other but happy. happier than ever. i think that's when you know.
Amen to that, girlfriend. Amen.
Monday, September 29, 2003
My New Guy
This is probably the most difficult thing that I would have to say.
This isn't working out.
I've tried to salvage our relationship but all my efforts are just wasted. I tried to get you to work with me but you just refuse to be cooperative. While I know that you could still want me to go to you, I can clearly see from your actions that you would rather let me go.
I don't remember when I began feeling this. But I guess it has been bugging me for the longest time that I now have to tell you how I feel. I've been noticing that you don't pay attention to me anymore, the way you used to. You used to give me your undivided attention, but now it's so hard to make you stay with me for five minutes, sometimes even less. You have become sour with me. Your mind seems to be somewhere else whenever we're together and you keep on talking to others while we're in the middle of something.
I don't know what happened. We used to be very good companions. Seeing you was always a grand time because you unburdened me with all my woes and troubles. You always made me smile. You always made me happy.
That was before. Things have changed.
You can't blame me. Nor am I blaming you. Let's not do that. This isn't high school or an episode in Dawson's Creek. Let's deal with this in the right way. I am just thinking of your happiness. If being with other people makes you happier, then so be it. But I also have to think of my happiness. I have been nice to you all this time. I think it's about time that I look after myself.
And it is for this reason that I am breaking up things between us. I prefer to move on with our lives and skip the where-did-we-go-wrong part. We already have too much drama in our lives.
You ask me if there's someone new? Do you really have to know? Do you really want to know? The answer is yes. And although we've just met, I could say that things will be great between us. I'm happy and I hope you'll be happy for me too. For now, I must go on my separate way and let you be.
So goodbye Bench Fix Salon. Thank you for making me happy by making me look good. Someday, I hope we could see each other again and we'd look at the good times we had. And I hope that someday, you would meet Toni&Guy.
~~~~~~~~~
I hope I didn't give anyone a heart attack with this entry, especially my own boyfriend. Hehe!
This is probably the most difficult thing that I would have to say.
This isn't working out.
I've tried to salvage our relationship but all my efforts are just wasted. I tried to get you to work with me but you just refuse to be cooperative. While I know that you could still want me to go to you, I can clearly see from your actions that you would rather let me go.
I don't remember when I began feeling this. But I guess it has been bugging me for the longest time that I now have to tell you how I feel. I've been noticing that you don't pay attention to me anymore, the way you used to. You used to give me your undivided attention, but now it's so hard to make you stay with me for five minutes, sometimes even less. You have become sour with me. Your mind seems to be somewhere else whenever we're together and you keep on talking to others while we're in the middle of something.
I don't know what happened. We used to be very good companions. Seeing you was always a grand time because you unburdened me with all my woes and troubles. You always made me smile. You always made me happy.
That was before. Things have changed.
You can't blame me. Nor am I blaming you. Let's not do that. This isn't high school or an episode in Dawson's Creek. Let's deal with this in the right way. I am just thinking of your happiness. If being with other people makes you happier, then so be it. But I also have to think of my happiness. I have been nice to you all this time. I think it's about time that I look after myself.
And it is for this reason that I am breaking up things between us. I prefer to move on with our lives and skip the where-did-we-go-wrong part. We already have too much drama in our lives.
You ask me if there's someone new? Do you really have to know? Do you really want to know? The answer is yes. And although we've just met, I could say that things will be great between us. I'm happy and I hope you'll be happy for me too. For now, I must go on my separate way and let you be.
So goodbye Bench Fix Salon. Thank you for making me happy by making me look good. Someday, I hope we could see each other again and we'd look at the good times we had. And I hope that someday, you would meet Toni&Guy.
~~~~~~~~~
I hope I didn't give anyone a heart attack with this entry, especially my own boyfriend. Hehe!
Friday, September 26, 2003
Friday Five
I'm getting my Friday Five from this site from now on. At least, it'll be more easier. But I would still have my own set of questions from time to time.
In the meantime, here's today's Friday Five:
1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most?
I really don't enjoy cleaning the bathroom. I don't think I've ever done that chore ever.
2. Are there any that you like or don't mind doing?
I don't mind doing the dishes or fixing the bedroom, or dusting shelves. I enjoy doing these things.
3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it's needed?
I clean once a week or when I get too busy, every other week.
4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules?
Uhm, none really.
5. What was the last thing you cleaned?
Bookshelf.
I'm getting my Friday Five from this site from now on. At least, it'll be more easier. But I would still have my own set of questions from time to time.
In the meantime, here's today's Friday Five:
1. What housekeeping chore(s) do you hate doing the most?
I really don't enjoy cleaning the bathroom. I don't think I've ever done that chore ever.
2. Are there any that you like or don't mind doing?
I don't mind doing the dishes or fixing the bedroom, or dusting shelves. I enjoy doing these things.
3. Do you have a routine throughout the week or just clean as it's needed?
I clean once a week or when I get too busy, every other week.
4. Do you have any odd cleaning/housekeeping quirks or rules?
Uhm, none really.
5. What was the last thing you cleaned?
Bookshelf.
Second Place
For the past eight or so weeks, we (that's me, Hunski, Hunski's mom, Ross, Louville, and Joel who recently joined us) have been patiently teaching cultural dance to fourteen street kids who are being taken cared of by the Young Women's Christian Association.
But that is all over now. Yesterday afternoon, our team, together with the kids, went to the UP College of Pharmacy for the cultural dance competition. The competition was dubbed Saklayawan: Umindak sa Saliw ng Kapayapaan (Dance to the Rhythm of Peace). Saklayawan is a combination of Sayaw, Awit, at Kapayapaan (Dance, Song, and Music). There were five institutions who competed, including us.
The program began at a little past three in the afternoon. We were the second contestants. The kids were really excited about the performance. If they were nervous, I didn't know at all because they looked so confident. In fact, it was I who was nervous for them. Yeah, yeah, Angelo's feeling like a stage father. Hehe!
The program didn't take too long. The next thing I knew, the winners were already being announced. We didn't get the two special prizes so I knew that we've got to be in the top three!!! The biggest suspense was when the name of another institution was called for the third place. I was really feeling cold at that time, and my heart was really racing.
All the anxiety was put to an end when the emcees announced that our team landed second place. I was a bit surprised with the decision. I know, I know. I may sound like I'm sourgraping but I'm not. A number of people were also surprised with the outcome.
Anyway, just looking at the kids all jumping for joy, and not a bit disappointed that they didn't bag the first place was more than enough to make me jump for joy with them. It wasn't bad at all. The whole team, ecstatic with joy, went up the stage and received the award.
Woo woo woo!!!
Now that the competition is over, I think I'll miss seeing those kids. Though they reallly really REALLY drive me crazy so many times, I have to say that I have really liked them and enjoyed their company. But more than they reminded me of the importance of being childlike (not childish, mind you). They are undaunted by the future and they always have that smile on their face.
It was a really good experience for me. Sometimes, with the things that I go through as I grow old, I tend to forget the child in me, and I'm afraid I might end up being grumpy and old. So, I guess it's really good that I had this wonderful volunteer experience. It's true what other people say, that being around kids changes you.
I can proudly say that I have a made a difference in the lives of these children. And the kids may not know it just yet, but they have also made a difference in my life.
For the past eight or so weeks, we (that's me, Hunski, Hunski's mom, Ross, Louville, and Joel who recently joined us) have been patiently teaching cultural dance to fourteen street kids who are being taken cared of by the Young Women's Christian Association.
But that is all over now. Yesterday afternoon, our team, together with the kids, went to the UP College of Pharmacy for the cultural dance competition. The competition was dubbed Saklayawan: Umindak sa Saliw ng Kapayapaan (Dance to the Rhythm of Peace). Saklayawan is a combination of Sayaw, Awit, at Kapayapaan (Dance, Song, and Music). There were five institutions who competed, including us.
The program began at a little past three in the afternoon. We were the second contestants. The kids were really excited about the performance. If they were nervous, I didn't know at all because they looked so confident. In fact, it was I who was nervous for them. Yeah, yeah, Angelo's feeling like a stage father. Hehe!
The program didn't take too long. The next thing I knew, the winners were already being announced. We didn't get the two special prizes so I knew that we've got to be in the top three!!! The biggest suspense was when the name of another institution was called for the third place. I was really feeling cold at that time, and my heart was really racing.
All the anxiety was put to an end when the emcees announced that our team landed second place. I was a bit surprised with the decision. I know, I know. I may sound like I'm sourgraping but I'm not. A number of people were also surprised with the outcome.
Anyway, just looking at the kids all jumping for joy, and not a bit disappointed that they didn't bag the first place was more than enough to make me jump for joy with them. It wasn't bad at all. The whole team, ecstatic with joy, went up the stage and received the award.
Woo woo woo!!!
Now that the competition is over, I think I'll miss seeing those kids. Though they reallly really REALLY drive me crazy so many times, I have to say that I have really liked them and enjoyed their company. But more than they reminded me of the importance of being childlike (not childish, mind you). They are undaunted by the future and they always have that smile on their face.
It was a really good experience for me. Sometimes, with the things that I go through as I grow old, I tend to forget the child in me, and I'm afraid I might end up being grumpy and old. So, I guess it's really good that I had this wonderful volunteer experience. It's true what other people say, that being around kids changes you.
I can proudly say that I have a made a difference in the lives of these children. And the kids may not know it just yet, but they have also made a difference in my life.
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
End of Day
After all the toxicities this morning, I had a debriefing session masking as a coffee get-together this afternoon at Starbucks. Leading the get-together was the former Director of the institution I work for, who I think is also the perfect boss. Sometimes, I can't help but wish that I was working for her instead of the one I have right now.
Anyway, my office day is about to end in half an hour. And although I am very much tempted to go to the apartment and doze off for the longest time, I choose not to.
I'm going to head over to the Young Women's Christian Association to practice the children one last time. The competition will be tomorrow afternoon. Tonight is the last time we'll be able to practice.
I hope things go well. I hope that we win. I hope that my other team mates would show up so at least, I don't have to do all the yelling. I'm really tired.
Hope you boys had a great day.
After all the toxicities this morning, I had a debriefing session masking as a coffee get-together this afternoon at Starbucks. Leading the get-together was the former Director of the institution I work for, who I think is also the perfect boss. Sometimes, I can't help but wish that I was working for her instead of the one I have right now.
Anyway, my office day is about to end in half an hour. And although I am very much tempted to go to the apartment and doze off for the longest time, I choose not to.
I'm going to head over to the Young Women's Christian Association to practice the children one last time. The competition will be tomorrow afternoon. Tonight is the last time we'll be able to practice.
I hope things go well. I hope that we win. I hope that my other team mates would show up so at least, I don't have to do all the yelling. I'm really tired.
Hope you boys had a great day.
And It's Over
WOO WOO WOO!!! Angelo jumps and down!!!
All the late work nights and groggy-in-the-morning aura is now over!!! The major program for the anniversary celebration is over. The books were launched, the outstanding volunteers were given their certificates of recognition, the program partners have been recognized, all the top University officials have delivered their congratulatory remarks!!!
You won't believe what I went through this morning (actually since the whole week). Haven't slept at all since yesterday morning. This morning, I had to race from one place to another just to make sure that there will be a book or two to be launched. I had to run from the ground floor to the eighth floor of the hospital because taking the elevators is too slow and the book launching is already starting. Not to mention the emotional, psychological, physical ordeal that I had to go through.
I think I deserve to treat myself. How about a nice relaxing, much needed and much deserved haircut from this wonderful salon? Or probably get a replacement for my lost wallet, maybe from this shop or this shop?
Well, I'm just glad it's all over now. Finally, my life will be normal once again.
Oh yeah baby!!!
WOO WOO WOO!!! Angelo jumps and down!!!
All the late work nights and groggy-in-the-morning aura is now over!!! The major program for the anniversary celebration is over. The books were launched, the outstanding volunteers were given their certificates of recognition, the program partners have been recognized, all the top University officials have delivered their congratulatory remarks!!!
You won't believe what I went through this morning (actually since the whole week). Haven't slept at all since yesterday morning. This morning, I had to race from one place to another just to make sure that there will be a book or two to be launched. I had to run from the ground floor to the eighth floor of the hospital because taking the elevators is too slow and the book launching is already starting. Not to mention the emotional, psychological, physical ordeal that I had to go through.
I think I deserve to treat myself. How about a nice relaxing, much needed and much deserved haircut from this wonderful salon? Or probably get a replacement for my lost wallet, maybe from this shop or this shop?
Well, I'm just glad it's all over now. Finally, my life will be normal once again.
Oh yeah baby!!!
Tuesday, September 23, 2003
Pinoy Trivia of the Week:
Jose Rizal National Hero of the Philippines
Filipino writer Jose Rizal could read and write at age 2, and grew up to speak more than 20 languages, including Latin, Greek, German, French and Chinese. What were his last words? "Consummatum est!" ("It is done!")
Jose Rizal National Hero of the Philippines
Filipino writer Jose Rizal could read and write at age 2, and grew up to speak more than 20 languages, including Latin, Greek, German, French and Chinese. What were his last words? "Consummatum est!" ("It is done!")
Sunday, September 21, 2003
What Do Angels Wear?
Angels on Earth - IoC Fall 2002 Collection
The cutest angel of a guy in the world (Yes, Hunski, I'm talking about you) asked me this question this morning.
I was sitting at the side of the bed, facing the electric fan, tying the shoelace of my running shoes. Hunski just stepped out of the bathroom, still wet, looking all fresh and smelling sweet. He was towel drying his hair, before he reached for his clothes and took a seat.
Hunski probably saw my copy of Lauren Weisberger's The Devil Wears Prada (haven’t started reading the book yet, but it’s definitely not about the Devil or religion) lying on top of the shelf. (Which reminds me that I should get back to my reading as soon as I’m not toxic anymore).
He then asks me, “If the Devil wears Prada, what do angels wear then?”
It was a funny question. And although it may sound very trifling to others, it wasn’t to me. My knowledge of fashion was put to a test. I wanted to play along with Hunski as well. I paused for a moment, shrugged my shoulder, looked at him and said, “Uhm. I dunno.”
Hunski then replies back, “What? You should know. Dior? John Galliano?”
I thought again for a moment and was close to agreeing him when I just blurted out proudly,
“Imitation of Christ. See. I know the right answer.”
“Huh? What’s that?”, Hunski replies back to me with a surprised-slash-somewhat bewildered look on his face.
“Imitation of Christ. It’s a designer clothing line.” I say again.
That was when it occurred to me, man, all this stuff I know about fashion is making me look überly gay, which I don’t think I am. Why is it that I got so fascinated with the world of fashion rather than uhm, comic art, like these interesting people, for example. Or politics or history.
And then I tell myself that it is okay. That even if simply letting a person know I’m familiar with Costume National (not to mention that I suprise others even more when I tell them Ennio Capasa is the man behind the label) is such a dead giveaway that I’m gay is okay. Others may say that it’s so unmanly.
But I say that it’s just one more thing that makes me unique as a person and I’m darn proud of it.
Angels on Earth - IoC Fall 2002 Collection
The cutest angel of a guy in the world (Yes, Hunski, I'm talking about you) asked me this question this morning.
I was sitting at the side of the bed, facing the electric fan, tying the shoelace of my running shoes. Hunski just stepped out of the bathroom, still wet, looking all fresh and smelling sweet. He was towel drying his hair, before he reached for his clothes and took a seat.
Hunski probably saw my copy of Lauren Weisberger's The Devil Wears Prada (haven’t started reading the book yet, but it’s definitely not about the Devil or religion) lying on top of the shelf. (Which reminds me that I should get back to my reading as soon as I’m not toxic anymore).
He then asks me, “If the Devil wears Prada, what do angels wear then?”
It was a funny question. And although it may sound very trifling to others, it wasn’t to me. My knowledge of fashion was put to a test. I wanted to play along with Hunski as well. I paused for a moment, shrugged my shoulder, looked at him and said, “Uhm. I dunno.”
Hunski then replies back, “What? You should know. Dior? John Galliano?”
I thought again for a moment and was close to agreeing him when I just blurted out proudly,
“Imitation of Christ. See. I know the right answer.”
“Huh? What’s that?”, Hunski replies back to me with a surprised-slash-somewhat bewildered look on his face.
“Imitation of Christ. It’s a designer clothing line.” I say again.
That was when it occurred to me, man, all this stuff I know about fashion is making me look überly gay, which I don’t think I am. Why is it that I got so fascinated with the world of fashion rather than uhm, comic art, like these interesting people, for example. Or politics or history.
And then I tell myself that it is okay. That even if simply letting a person know I’m familiar with Costume National (not to mention that I suprise others even more when I tell them Ennio Capasa is the man behind the label) is such a dead giveaway that I’m gay is okay. Others may say that it’s so unmanly.
But I say that it’s just one more thing that makes me unique as a person and I’m darn proud of it.
Saturday, September 20, 2003
Friggin Friday
It's one in the morning. I've been up for the past eighteen hours. Th whole I wake up at five thirty and sleep at one or two in the morning has been going on for a week.
Man, now I know how it feels like for hospital staff who go on duty for twenty-four hours straight. For the first two days, I was able to handle staying up til the wee hours of the morning. But when the routine goes on for the following days and you only sleep for less than five hours, then your body just starts to complain.
The amount of work that I have right now is also the reason why I haven't been blogging frequently these days. Argh! I miss blogging. I guess I'll just tell you more stuff once the anniversary is over.
But for now, short late night entries will do.
It's one in the morning. I've been up for the past eighteen hours. Th whole I wake up at five thirty and sleep at one or two in the morning has been going on for a week.
Man, now I know how it feels like for hospital staff who go on duty for twenty-four hours straight. For the first two days, I was able to handle staying up til the wee hours of the morning. But when the routine goes on for the following days and you only sleep for less than five hours, then your body just starts to complain.
The amount of work that I have right now is also the reason why I haven't been blogging frequently these days. Argh! I miss blogging. I guess I'll just tell you more stuff once the anniversary is over.
But for now, short late night entries will do.
Friday, September 19, 2003
Friday Five
Answer the following five questions in your weblog or journal. Make sure you leave a comment here with a link to your post (or just leave your answers in the comments section).
1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why?
Uhm, quick answer would be Madonna. Why? Why wouldn't she be my favorite singer? She's been there all this time. I can remember listening to her songs since I was a kid, and at that time, I still thought I was straight.
2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why?
No one in particular. But I really can't stand heavy metal music or anything loud, for that matter. I also can't stand the several nonsensical Filipino rap groups that have songs hitting the airwaves. Please.
3. If your favorite singer wasn't in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person?
Definitely.
4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show?
I don't even remember the last concert I've been to.
5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music?
What the heck is the RIAA? Hehe!
Answer the following five questions in your weblog or journal. Make sure you leave a comment here with a link to your post (or just leave your answers in the comments section).
1. Who is your favorite singer/musician? Why?
Uhm, quick answer would be Madonna. Why? Why wouldn't she be my favorite singer? She's been there all this time. I can remember listening to her songs since I was a kid, and at that time, I still thought I was straight.
2. What one singer/musician can you not stand? Why?
No one in particular. But I really can't stand heavy metal music or anything loud, for that matter. I also can't stand the several nonsensical Filipino rap groups that have songs hitting the airwaves. Please.
3. If your favorite singer wasn't in the music business, do you think you would still like him/her as a person?
Definitely.
4. Have you been to any concerts? If yes, who put on the best show?
I don't even remember the last concert I've been to.
5. What are your thoughts on downloading free music online vs. purchasing albums? Do you feel the RIAA is right in its pursuit to stop people from dowloading free music?
What the heck is the RIAA? Hehe!
Wednesday, September 17, 2003
In Another Office
Quick post.
I'm at another office right now. I'm here because our friggin printer at the office prints the graphics weirdly.
Stupid printer!!!
Forget the printer. Let me tell you something about the office where I am right now while Kuya R. prints out my paper.
I'm at the Institute of Human Genetics.
Whoa!!!
I know. I know. That was my initial reaction when I saw words such as Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia, Molecular Genetics, Cytogenetics, Galactosemia, or G6PD Deficiency. What the heck are these thingies?
Anyway, just so you know the IHG is the Philippines' largest provider of genetic services. The team which is composed of geneticists, doctors, nurses, medical technologists, biochemists, and biologist, and the like are all working together to bring modern medicine closer to the Filipino people.
Sounds like a really heavy task, eh? Well, I do hope that these people are really doing their job and not just playing God.
Quick post.
I'm at another office right now. I'm here because our friggin printer at the office prints the graphics weirdly.
Stupid printer!!!
Forget the printer. Let me tell you something about the office where I am right now while Kuya R. prints out my paper.
I'm at the Institute of Human Genetics.
Whoa!!!
I know. I know. That was my initial reaction when I saw words such as Congenital Adrenal Hyperplasia, Molecular Genetics, Cytogenetics, Galactosemia, or G6PD Deficiency. What the heck are these thingies?
Anyway, just so you know the IHG is the Philippines' largest provider of genetic services. The team which is composed of geneticists, doctors, nurses, medical technologists, biochemists, and biologist, and the like are all working together to bring modern medicine closer to the Filipino people.
Sounds like a really heavy task, eh? Well, I do hope that these people are really doing their job and not just playing God.
Tuesday, September 16, 2003
Pinoy Trivia of the Week:
Burnay Jars of Vigan
Hispanic Houses of Vigan
Vigan has got to be one of the best places I have visited in the country. I've always seen it on TV and I've always wanted to visit the city ever since I was a kid but it was only recently that I had the time (thank heavens for anniversaries!!!) and the companion (thank heavens for Hunski!!!) to go to this magnificent place. Visiting the small city and walking down the cobble stoned streets just transports you to the time when the Philippines was under Spain.
I'll share some of my pics soon but for now, the two pics above will do. Here is more information on this city that the Philippines is definitely proud of.
Vigan is the only surviving colonial town in the country. In the city, one will notice an architectural blend mixed by Asian, European and Latin American influences.
Vigan took its name from the Ilocano word "kabiga-an", which refers to the abundant "bigaa" plant that grew along the banks of the rivers.
Vigan was included in the prestigous prestigious UNESCO World Heritage List of Sites and Monuments in December 1999 and became one of the only five World Heritage Sites in the Philippines.
Burnay Jars of Vigan
Hispanic Houses of Vigan
Vigan has got to be one of the best places I have visited in the country. I've always seen it on TV and I've always wanted to visit the city ever since I was a kid but it was only recently that I had the time (thank heavens for anniversaries!!!) and the companion (thank heavens for Hunski!!!) to go to this magnificent place. Visiting the small city and walking down the cobble stoned streets just transports you to the time when the Philippines was under Spain.
I'll share some of my pics soon but for now, the two pics above will do. Here is more information on this city that the Philippines is definitely proud of.
Vigan is the only surviving colonial town in the country. In the city, one will notice an architectural blend mixed by Asian, European and Latin American influences.
Vigan took its name from the Ilocano word "kabiga-an", which refers to the abundant "bigaa" plant that grew along the banks of the rivers.
Vigan was included in the prestigous prestigious UNESCO World Heritage List of Sites and Monuments in December 1999 and became one of the only five World Heritage Sites in the Philippines.
Monday, September 15, 2003
Out of Town Trips
I just read Patch's account of the trip he and Greg recently had.
It sounded so fun!!!
Man, I miss out of town trips. I hope that I can reward myself with one when the anniversary is over. A birthday treat as well, perhaps. My birthday doesn't come in a month though.
Anyway, going on an out of town trips is something I really really enjoy. The last one that was really memorable was the two-day trip with Hunski to the northern part of the Philippines, Vigan and Laoag, to be more specific.
I'm looking forward to having more of those kind of trips soon.
I just read Patch's account of the trip he and Greg recently had.
It sounded so fun!!!
Man, I miss out of town trips. I hope that I can reward myself with one when the anniversary is over. A birthday treat as well, perhaps. My birthday doesn't come in a month though.
Anyway, going on an out of town trips is something I really really enjoy. The last one that was really memorable was the two-day trip with Hunski to the northern part of the Philippines, Vigan and Laoag, to be more specific.
I'm looking forward to having more of those kind of trips soon.
The Catch
I was on my way to a seminar last Saturday when the most exceptional thing happened to me.
I was sitting at the back seat of the cab, a bit tensed because I was running late. To distract myself, I was observing the interiors of the cab, there was nothing extraordinary about it (naturally!!! it's a cab and NOT some SUV). The only thing that was nice were the big flat round foot rugs printed with yellow flowers, which the cab driver used as a pad for the seat.
Being the obsessive-compulsive person that I am, I fixed the foot rugs-turned-into-seat pads and then proceeded to looking at the content of my small bag. When I looked back to the seat pad that I fixed, there I saw was a folded 500 peso bill.
Woo woo woo!!! This rarely happens to me. I don't remember the last time an incident like this happened to me. So, I picked up the folded bill inconspicuously and upon unfolding the bill, I was even more surprised because there were three 500 peso bills.
WOW!!!
That's 1500 pesos - it's good enough to get me a basic stretch Kenneth Cole shirt, or to provide me and my Hunski a sumptous dinner at Uva, or to get me Madonna's American Life CD and two more CDs, or to pay for a year's tuition fee of two kids in a public elementary school. I decide to just put the money in the bank, add it to my savings bank account. I slid the bills into the front pocket of my bag.
However, I was thinking that this is probably too good to be true. In my head, I was saying to the gods, "Haha! You gotta be kidding me, right? I have a feeling that there is a catch to this."
And true enough, there was a catch. And what a catch it was.
On my way home from the seminar, I was about to board the train when I felt something was missing from my back pocket of my pants, and when I reached inside, it was empty.
My friggin wallet was missing!!!
I go back to the seminar place, searched the area but it wasn't there. Going back to the train station, I was searching for it in the path that I took, hoping that it must be there somewhere. It wasn't. I look at the front pocket of my bag and saw the 500 bills folded inside. At least, I have money for my fare.
But still, I would rather that I didn't find that friggin money, just as long as I didn't lose my wallet. The wallet and the contents certainly cost more than what that blasted 1500 pesos.
Here's what I lost:
700 Pesos (it's a small amount compared to what I got)
2 Credit Cards (at least, I won't have to spend anymore)
2 ATMs (now I have no money for the week)
1 UP ID (in case I died that night, I wouldn't be identified)
1 Rustan's Frequent Shopper's Card (augh! I'm back to zero points)
1 Timezone Card (waaaahhhh!!!)
1 TIN ID (another waaaahhhh!!!)
10 Callng Cards (I don't really care)
and
the sentiment value of the wallet, my graduation pic, Hunski's graduation pic, Hunski and me party pic (definitely priceless)
Oh well.
I was on my way to a seminar last Saturday when the most exceptional thing happened to me.
I was sitting at the back seat of the cab, a bit tensed because I was running late. To distract myself, I was observing the interiors of the cab, there was nothing extraordinary about it (naturally!!! it's a cab and NOT some SUV). The only thing that was nice were the big flat round foot rugs printed with yellow flowers, which the cab driver used as a pad for the seat.
Being the obsessive-compulsive person that I am, I fixed the foot rugs-turned-into-seat pads and then proceeded to looking at the content of my small bag. When I looked back to the seat pad that I fixed, there I saw was a folded 500 peso bill.
Woo woo woo!!! This rarely happens to me. I don't remember the last time an incident like this happened to me. So, I picked up the folded bill inconspicuously and upon unfolding the bill, I was even more surprised because there were three 500 peso bills.
WOW!!!
That's 1500 pesos - it's good enough to get me a basic stretch Kenneth Cole shirt, or to provide me and my Hunski a sumptous dinner at Uva, or to get me Madonna's American Life CD and two more CDs, or to pay for a year's tuition fee of two kids in a public elementary school. I decide to just put the money in the bank, add it to my savings bank account. I slid the bills into the front pocket of my bag.
However, I was thinking that this is probably too good to be true. In my head, I was saying to the gods, "Haha! You gotta be kidding me, right? I have a feeling that there is a catch to this."
And true enough, there was a catch. And what a catch it was.
On my way home from the seminar, I was about to board the train when I felt something was missing from my back pocket of my pants, and when I reached inside, it was empty.
My friggin wallet was missing!!!
I go back to the seminar place, searched the area but it wasn't there. Going back to the train station, I was searching for it in the path that I took, hoping that it must be there somewhere. It wasn't. I look at the front pocket of my bag and saw the 500 bills folded inside. At least, I have money for my fare.
But still, I would rather that I didn't find that friggin money, just as long as I didn't lose my wallet. The wallet and the contents certainly cost more than what that blasted 1500 pesos.
Here's what I lost:
700 Pesos (it's a small amount compared to what I got)
2 Credit Cards (at least, I won't have to spend anymore)
2 ATMs (now I have no money for the week)
1 UP ID (in case I died that night, I wouldn't be identified)
1 Rustan's Frequent Shopper's Card (augh! I'm back to zero points)
1 Timezone Card (waaaahhhh!!!)
1 TIN ID (another waaaahhhh!!!)
10 Callng Cards (I don't really care)
and
the sentiment value of the wallet, my graduation pic, Hunski's graduation pic, Hunski and me party pic (definitely priceless)
Oh well.
Friday, September 12, 2003
Friday's Quarter of Twenty
----------Which of Your Friends...----------
Is the quietest:
None of my friends are quiet� usually, it's me... well, Leah maybe... hehehe
Will grow up and be a model:
my two classmates in college - Mel and Tsin... Awww!!! I had the biggest crush on Tsin back in freshman year...
Laughs the loudest:
Uhm, Suki and Richie... Hehe!
Have you known the longest:
Uhm... Joseph, Ryan, Dennis - we go way back to my altar boy days... but I rarely see them so next best answer would be Kendi, Charms, Eden and Leah...
Knows you the best:
Arwin and Maowy - all those chats...
----------Which of Your Friends...----------
Is the quietest:
None of my friends are quiet� usually, it's me... well, Leah maybe... hehehe
Will grow up and be a model:
my two classmates in college - Mel and Tsin... Awww!!! I had the biggest crush on Tsin back in freshman year...
Laughs the loudest:
Uhm, Suki and Richie... Hehe!
Have you known the longest:
Uhm... Joseph, Ryan, Dennis - we go way back to my altar boy days... but I rarely see them so next best answer would be Kendi, Charms, Eden and Leah...
Knows you the best:
Arwin and Maowy - all those chats...
Another Late Work Night
Friday once again!!! Woo woo woo!!!
Have I mentioned that I have only three hours of sleep? And have I told you that I slept at the office?
As the anniversary draws near, the preparations for the celebration have been more intense. Last night, along with about twenty other people - staff and volunteers, we were up til three, some four, in the morning working on the exhibit and the backdrop of the stage.
Forty hands were industriously cutting styropor, choosing pictures, painting styropor, holding a thing or two, and so much more. Twenty people - doctors, dentists, maritime students, fresh students, grad students - joined forces to help with the project.
It was a great example of teamwork.
And although there is still much left to be done, I guess there is nothing to worry about when you've got people who are willing to help out.
Friday once again!!! Woo woo woo!!!
Have I mentioned that I have only three hours of sleep? And have I told you that I slept at the office?
As the anniversary draws near, the preparations for the celebration have been more intense. Last night, along with about twenty other people - staff and volunteers, we were up til three, some four, in the morning working on the exhibit and the backdrop of the stage.
Forty hands were industriously cutting styropor, choosing pictures, painting styropor, holding a thing or two, and so much more. Twenty people - doctors, dentists, maritime students, fresh students, grad students - joined forces to help with the project.
It was a great example of teamwork.
And although there is still much left to be done, I guess there is nothing to worry about when you've got people who are willing to help out.
Thursday, September 11, 2003
The World Remembers...
The Whole World Remembers Sept. 11, 2001
It was already late evening here in Manila. I was still at the office with some officemates preparing for a health mission. Either that or I was helping prepare for the anniversary of the institution I work for.
And in the middle of the preparations, I receive a barrage of text messages from friends informing me of the tragedy that was still happening on the other side of the world. Terrorist attacks in New York, Pennsylvania, and the Pentagon. Death toll was expected to be devastating.
The moment I got home, I immediately asked my family what happened. I wanted to confirm the news. I wanted to see whether the text messages were real. The breaking news on the television was all I needed to tell me that, indeed, a tragedy has happened.
Two years have passed since the 9/11 tragedy. It seems that most people have moved on. Most countries and their leaders have moved on. It appears to me that America has picked up the pieces from the incident and is now, getting on with their lives.
I was reading the news about the commemoration of the 9/11 tragedy on CNN.com and I can't help but get goosebumps while reading the horrors that took place on that fateful day. More moving was the section that enumerated the list of innocent casualties of this senseless and inhuman act. I don't even get through half the total number of pages. By the second page, I just clicked the close window button. It was too much.
Though I do not know anyone personally from the list of victims, I just feel for the thousands of people who have lost a parent, a sibling, a lover, a best friend, and so much more.
I hope, the whole world hopes, that such a tragedy would never happen again...
The Whole World Remembers Sept. 11, 2001
It was already late evening here in Manila. I was still at the office with some officemates preparing for a health mission. Either that or I was helping prepare for the anniversary of the institution I work for.
And in the middle of the preparations, I receive a barrage of text messages from friends informing me of the tragedy that was still happening on the other side of the world. Terrorist attacks in New York, Pennsylvania, and the Pentagon. Death toll was expected to be devastating.
The moment I got home, I immediately asked my family what happened. I wanted to confirm the news. I wanted to see whether the text messages were real. The breaking news on the television was all I needed to tell me that, indeed, a tragedy has happened.
Two years have passed since the 9/11 tragedy. It seems that most people have moved on. Most countries and their leaders have moved on. It appears to me that America has picked up the pieces from the incident and is now, getting on with their lives.
I was reading the news about the commemoration of the 9/11 tragedy on CNN.com and I can't help but get goosebumps while reading the horrors that took place on that fateful day. More moving was the section that enumerated the list of innocent casualties of this senseless and inhuman act. I don't even get through half the total number of pages. By the second page, I just clicked the close window button. It was too much.
Though I do not know anyone personally from the list of victims, I just feel for the thousands of people who have lost a parent, a sibling, a lover, a best friend, and so much more.
I hope, the whole world hopes, that such a tragedy would never happen again...
This One's for You, Bro
ZsaZsa Zaturnah (courtesy of Alamat Comics.com)
Some things are never too late to say, which is why I'm writing this entry that I should have written a week ago.
Two Thursdays ago, I had dinner with comic artist extraordinaire and good friend, Carl. We agreed to meet at seven thirty at Wendy?s Greenbelt I. I left the office an hour and a half before the meeting time. Traffic going to Makati is unpredictable and the last thing I want is to be late.
As if luck was on my side, I arrived at Greenbelt ten minutes early. Using my out of style but still very reliable mobile, I text the guy just to let him know that I'm in the area already. It didn't take long before I got the reply that I expected,
"Okay. I'm on my way there."
This is one of the things that I really like about Carl. He sees to it that he arrives at meetings on time. The two of us are part of the dying breed of humans who are on time. (Hehehe!) Moving on, I give him a hug upon seeing him and we head over to Wendy's for dinner.
For the almost two hours that we have been together, we talked about stuff that included Neil Gaiman (which paved the way for my purchase of Coraline and for me asking Zeki to lend me Sandman), homosexuality in the Philippine society, the confusion I'm going through, his emotional status, the success of Zsazsa Zaturnah, among many other things.
The very short time that we had together was enough to satisfy my craving for a conversation, in the truest sense of the word. Add this to the reasons why I love the man. Though he may be senior my age, I feel like our minds are treading the same path when we talk. Having someone to have a conversation with is a luxury these days. And I'm thankful to the gods for making our paths meet more than a year ago.
I never got to congratulate him on the day he bagged an award for Zsazsa Zaturnah from the Manla Critics Circle National Book Awards. And I don't even remember if I thanked him enough for including me as an extra in the second part of Zsazsa Zaturnah.
And I hardly see him these days because we're both preoccupied with our own things. But I do hope that he never forgets that I'm here for him. And that whatever happens, I will be a big brother to him and he will be a big brother for me...
Remember that night I made a poem for you and Suki, and you were protesting that Suki's was ...err... much personal, I rewrote the poem and here it is. A small token of appreciation for the great friendship we have, bro.
C ould I be more grateful for knowing you
More than just a friend, you are a brother too
A lways there for me, during my high and my low
Looking out for me, where ever I go
R eady to lend a helping hand,
Truly you are the best brother in the band
L et our friendship go a long way
In my heart, I keep you day by day
O ver and over will I say to you
Never forget, bro, I am here for you too
ZsaZsa Zaturnah (courtesy of Alamat Comics.com)
Some things are never too late to say, which is why I'm writing this entry that I should have written a week ago.
Two Thursdays ago, I had dinner with comic artist extraordinaire and good friend, Carl. We agreed to meet at seven thirty at Wendy?s Greenbelt I. I left the office an hour and a half before the meeting time. Traffic going to Makati is unpredictable and the last thing I want is to be late.
As if luck was on my side, I arrived at Greenbelt ten minutes early. Using my out of style but still very reliable mobile, I text the guy just to let him know that I'm in the area already. It didn't take long before I got the reply that I expected,
"Okay. I'm on my way there."
This is one of the things that I really like about Carl. He sees to it that he arrives at meetings on time. The two of us are part of the dying breed of humans who are on time. (Hehehe!) Moving on, I give him a hug upon seeing him and we head over to Wendy's for dinner.
For the almost two hours that we have been together, we talked about stuff that included Neil Gaiman (which paved the way for my purchase of Coraline and for me asking Zeki to lend me Sandman), homosexuality in the Philippine society, the confusion I'm going through, his emotional status, the success of Zsazsa Zaturnah, among many other things.
The very short time that we had together was enough to satisfy my craving for a conversation, in the truest sense of the word. Add this to the reasons why I love the man. Though he may be senior my age, I feel like our minds are treading the same path when we talk. Having someone to have a conversation with is a luxury these days. And I'm thankful to the gods for making our paths meet more than a year ago.
I never got to congratulate him on the day he bagged an award for Zsazsa Zaturnah from the Manla Critics Circle National Book Awards. And I don't even remember if I thanked him enough for including me as an extra in the second part of Zsazsa Zaturnah.
And I hardly see him these days because we're both preoccupied with our own things. But I do hope that he never forgets that I'm here for him. And that whatever happens, I will be a big brother to him and he will be a big brother for me...
Remember that night I made a poem for you and Suki, and you were protesting that Suki's was ...err... much personal, I rewrote the poem and here it is. A small token of appreciation for the great friendship we have, bro.
C ould I be more grateful for knowing you
More than just a friend, you are a brother too
A lways there for me, during my high and my low
Looking out for me, where ever I go
R eady to lend a helping hand,
Truly you are the best brother in the band
L et our friendship go a long way
In my heart, I keep you day by day
O ver and over will I say to you
Never forget, bro, I am here for you too
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
Good and Bad Ads
Cute ad eh?
The ad is featured in Out. Apparently, the latest issue of Out is filled with pics of babies and kids, which leads the blog owner to ask if babies are the latest accessory for the fall season. :bop:
The ad above is for the Fall 2003 Ad Campaign of Chereskin. It’s a men’s clothing line owned by magazine illustator-turned-fashion designer Ron Chereskin. Aside from clothes, the designers also has home collection. It’s the first time I’ve heard of the designer and I have yet to see his clothes.
But he is surely to be commended by the gay community for having an ad like this. I can’t wait for the day that I will see ads like this gracing the huge billboards found along the highways of EDSA. (If decency is what the Church and other sectors are after, then surely, this one is way way better than the ones where women are displayed as sex objects.)
Sigh.
If only people here know of the tremendous purchasing power of the gay population, surely, then product owners might just think twice about their product advertisements and start including the gay market in coming up with new ads.
People, weren’t you paying attentio to the Ad Asia Congress a couple of years ago???
There’s a new market out there.
And while we’re on the subject of advertisements, I’d like to criticize, impugn, inveigh, excoriate (yes! I remember my GRE words!) a recent radio advertisement of Gillette. It was definitely anti-gay.
Lines from the radio ad went like this:
(Stupid) Straight Guy 1: O pare, nasan na iyong chick na kasama mo? (Dude, where’s the chick you were with?)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 2: Anong chick? Pare, buti na lang nabisto ko. Mayroong tira-tirang bigote. (What chick? It’s a good thing I realized he was gay. He shaved badly and left some facial hair.)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 1: Naka-ilang kiss ka bago mo nalaman? (How long were you kissing him before you found out?)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 2: (Answers.)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 1: Yuck.
Absolutely offensive to the gay community. I just find it funny that no one in the Filipino gay community seems to care. And it is exactly for this reason why the Filipino gay stereotype remains to exist.
Just you wait til I really come out of the closet. I will definitely get involved with gay rights activism.
Cute ad eh?
The ad is featured in Out. Apparently, the latest issue of Out is filled with pics of babies and kids, which leads the blog owner to ask if babies are the latest accessory for the fall season. :bop:
The ad above is for the Fall 2003 Ad Campaign of Chereskin. It’s a men’s clothing line owned by magazine illustator-turned-fashion designer Ron Chereskin. Aside from clothes, the designers also has home collection. It’s the first time I’ve heard of the designer and I have yet to see his clothes.
But he is surely to be commended by the gay community for having an ad like this. I can’t wait for the day that I will see ads like this gracing the huge billboards found along the highways of EDSA. (If decency is what the Church and other sectors are after, then surely, this one is way way better than the ones where women are displayed as sex objects.)
Sigh.
If only people here know of the tremendous purchasing power of the gay population, surely, then product owners might just think twice about their product advertisements and start including the gay market in coming up with new ads.
People, weren’t you paying attentio to the Ad Asia Congress a couple of years ago???
There’s a new market out there.
And while we’re on the subject of advertisements, I’d like to criticize, impugn, inveigh, excoriate (yes! I remember my GRE words!) a recent radio advertisement of Gillette. It was definitely anti-gay.
Lines from the radio ad went like this:
(Stupid) Straight Guy 1: O pare, nasan na iyong chick na kasama mo? (Dude, where’s the chick you were with?)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 2: Anong chick? Pare, buti na lang nabisto ko. Mayroong tira-tirang bigote. (What chick? It’s a good thing I realized he was gay. He shaved badly and left some facial hair.)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 1: Naka-ilang kiss ka bago mo nalaman? (How long were you kissing him before you found out?)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 2: (Answers.)
(Stupid) Straight Guy 1: Yuck.
Absolutely offensive to the gay community. I just find it funny that no one in the Filipino gay community seems to care. And it is exactly for this reason why the Filipino gay stereotype remains to exist.
Just you wait til I really come out of the closet. I will definitely get involved with gay rights activism.
Ooooh...Gucci and Dolce and Dior
Which fashion designer are you?
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Gucci. Sophisticated yet sensual, you are cutting-edge. Extremely classy, your attitude cansometimes be described as snobby. However, you are always elegantly outfitted in the latest trend. You are modern and usually serious, but sexual at the same time. As far as guys are concerned, you tend to go after the rich CEO. People love your tough attitude and can't resist your bold charm.
Go on Francis. Click on the link. You know you want to try it. Hehe! Hugs.
Which fashion designer are you?
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Gucci. Sophisticated yet sensual, you are cutting-edge. Extremely classy, your attitude cansometimes be described as snobby. However, you are always elegantly outfitted in the latest trend. You are modern and usually serious, but sexual at the same time. As far as guys are concerned, you tend to go after the rich CEO. People love your tough attitude and can't resist your bold charm.
Go on Francis. Click on the link. You know you want to try it. Hehe! Hugs.
Sunday, September 07, 2003
Weekend Report
The weekend is almost over.
Sometimes I'd rather have a four day 10-hour/day work week so that at least, I have three whole days, sometimes four, days of fun and rest. I get to spend more time with my Hunski. I get to spend more time with friends. I get to spend time with myself.
Tedious Saturday
There wasn't much action over the weekend. Yesterday's whole day activity was enough to drain me that I didn't even go out anymore in the evening (except to have dinner and to watch Legally Blonde 2).
Like what Hunski and I have been doing for the past three or four Saturdays, we have been waking up as early as seven in the morning to go to Young Women's Chrisitian Association. Our mission was to teach Filipino cultural dance to fourteen rowdy street kids. (I still believe that there's an angel somewhere in each of the kids.) This is to prepare them for the approaching dance competition organized by the Program for Street Children of the institution I work for.
Yesterday, we had to spend the whole day at the institution because in the morning, we were practicing the kids and in the afternoon, we made props with the children. We also bought the materials for the costume of the children. I will take photos of the costume once they're done. They're really beautiful. The costumes are traditional Muslim clothes and traditional Igorot clothes. (Igorot is a mountain tribe in the northern part of the country.)
Following the whole day affair with the kids, Hunski and I slept for about two hours before heading out for dinner and to catch Legally Blonde 2 at Greenbelt III. We were only lucky enough to have dinner. The Legally Blonde 2 seats were all taken and I was too tired to walk to the neighboring mall. So we decided to go home and I hit the sack early.
My knees, my legs and my feet were all sore and hurting from the walking and walking.
By Myself on a Sunday
Today, I spent the day by myself. Hunski had a family affair to attend. I left the apartment with Hunski to accompany him to the mall because he needed to get presents for his sister. He got her Artemis Fowl Books I and II. I got her dried grass and roses made from dried leaves that I bought when I went to the province of Quirino weeks ago. (I'm hoping that she likes them)
When Hunski and I separated ways, I had late lunch at Figaro. Lunch was pasta, a small brownie and a nice cool glass of Strawberry Frost. I've been craving for a strawberry sundae since yesterday but I couldn't find the store to satisfy my craving. Would you believe that the three McDonald's stores I went to didn't have strawberry sundae? Augh!!!
After the good lunch, I decided to pamper my tired feet by bringing myself to Tips N' Toes Nail Salon at Greenbelt I. Before you raise those eyebrows and think that getting a foot spa is SO gay, I'd like you to know that a.) I deserve to have that foot spa, b.) it's my first time to go to a nail salon, and c.) I asked that I be attended to in a private room, away from the judgmental and prying eyes of passersby.
For a good hour or so, my legs and feet were pampered by Baby. Using peppermint lotion, mudpack and peppermint foot scrub, I had no regrets having the whole thing. It was so relaxing that I feel asleep, which I shouldn't really have done because...
When I woke up, the service was finished and I looked at my nails and I almost yelled because the Baby applied nail polish on my nails. Now, they are looking so shiny and SO feminine.
"Sir, natural lang po yan. (Sir, that's a natural colored nail polish.)", Baby said to me.
"Uhm, there's nothing natural about a man having shiny toenails", I was saying to her inside my head. Note to self: Never oversleep again inside a spa.
Now, I'm back in the comforts of my home - watching David Blaine on TV, waiting for Will and Grace, blogging, and chatting with good friend PinoyOCW.
I want to do stuff that is not related to work until before I sleep and just before I face work again tomorrow.
Hope your weekend was great!!!
The weekend is almost over.
Sometimes I'd rather have a four day 10-hour/day work week so that at least, I have three whole days, sometimes four, days of fun and rest. I get to spend more time with my Hunski. I get to spend more time with friends. I get to spend time with myself.
Tedious Saturday
There wasn't much action over the weekend. Yesterday's whole day activity was enough to drain me that I didn't even go out anymore in the evening (except to have dinner and to watch Legally Blonde 2).
Like what Hunski and I have been doing for the past three or four Saturdays, we have been waking up as early as seven in the morning to go to Young Women's Chrisitian Association. Our mission was to teach Filipino cultural dance to fourteen rowdy street kids. (I still believe that there's an angel somewhere in each of the kids.) This is to prepare them for the approaching dance competition organized by the Program for Street Children of the institution I work for.
Yesterday, we had to spend the whole day at the institution because in the morning, we were practicing the kids and in the afternoon, we made props with the children. We also bought the materials for the costume of the children. I will take photos of the costume once they're done. They're really beautiful. The costumes are traditional Muslim clothes and traditional Igorot clothes. (Igorot is a mountain tribe in the northern part of the country.)
Following the whole day affair with the kids, Hunski and I slept for about two hours before heading out for dinner and to catch Legally Blonde 2 at Greenbelt III. We were only lucky enough to have dinner. The Legally Blonde 2 seats were all taken and I was too tired to walk to the neighboring mall. So we decided to go home and I hit the sack early.
My knees, my legs and my feet were all sore and hurting from the walking and walking.
By Myself on a Sunday
Today, I spent the day by myself. Hunski had a family affair to attend. I left the apartment with Hunski to accompany him to the mall because he needed to get presents for his sister. He got her Artemis Fowl Books I and II. I got her dried grass and roses made from dried leaves that I bought when I went to the province of Quirino weeks ago. (I'm hoping that she likes them)
When Hunski and I separated ways, I had late lunch at Figaro. Lunch was pasta, a small brownie and a nice cool glass of Strawberry Frost. I've been craving for a strawberry sundae since yesterday but I couldn't find the store to satisfy my craving. Would you believe that the three McDonald's stores I went to didn't have strawberry sundae? Augh!!!
After the good lunch, I decided to pamper my tired feet by bringing myself to Tips N' Toes Nail Salon at Greenbelt I. Before you raise those eyebrows and think that getting a foot spa is SO gay, I'd like you to know that a.) I deserve to have that foot spa, b.) it's my first time to go to a nail salon, and c.) I asked that I be attended to in a private room, away from the judgmental and prying eyes of passersby.
For a good hour or so, my legs and feet were pampered by Baby. Using peppermint lotion, mudpack and peppermint foot scrub, I had no regrets having the whole thing. It was so relaxing that I feel asleep, which I shouldn't really have done because...
When I woke up, the service was finished and I looked at my nails and I almost yelled because the Baby applied nail polish on my nails. Now, they are looking so shiny and SO feminine.
"Sir, natural lang po yan. (Sir, that's a natural colored nail polish.)", Baby said to me.
"Uhm, there's nothing natural about a man having shiny toenails", I was saying to her inside my head. Note to self: Never oversleep again inside a spa.
Now, I'm back in the comforts of my home - watching David Blaine on TV, waiting for Will and Grace, blogging, and chatting with good friend PinoyOCW.
I want to do stuff that is not related to work until before I sleep and just before I face work again tomorrow.
Hope your weekend was great!!!
Friday, September 05, 2003
I Tried Poetry...
I was going through some old files and I found a poem that I wrote a long time ago. Clearly, this was written pre-Hunski days. I don't really write a poetry. I don't even know the rules of poetry, if there are any.
But when one is feeling pensive, and he starts to get a pen and the nearest piece of paper, one would just be surprised at what the mixture of thoughts and emotions can produce out of the person.
Somewhere on the horizon
version 1.0
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone dreams on
That someone would hold his hand
That by his side someone would stand
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone holds on
To a hope about to be gone
To a feeling long forlorn
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone lives on
Facing each day without fear
Yet inside he grieves tear after tear
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone searches on
To the gods he ceaselessly pleas
To show him the person to bring him glee
I was going through some old files and I found a poem that I wrote a long time ago. Clearly, this was written pre-Hunski days. I don't really write a poetry. I don't even know the rules of poetry, if there are any.
But when one is feeling pensive, and he starts to get a pen and the nearest piece of paper, one would just be surprised at what the mixture of thoughts and emotions can produce out of the person.
Somewhere on the horizon
version 1.0
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone dreams on
That someone would hold his hand
That by his side someone would stand
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone holds on
To a hope about to be gone
To a feeling long forlorn
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone lives on
Facing each day without fear
Yet inside he grieves tear after tear
Somewhere on the horizon
Someone searches on
To the gods he ceaselessly pleas
To show him the person to bring him glee
Friday's Quarter of Twenty
----------The Last Time...----------
1. When was the last time you laughed?
Last night. At dinner, Hunski, Eden, Charms and I were making fun of the upcoming wedding and other stuff.
2. Who was the last person you had an argument with?
Uhm, I'm not sure. I'd like to avoid arguments as much as possible.
3. Who was the last person you emailed?
A guy in Australia who hasn't emailed back. I was inquiring about culinary schools in Australia. Please reply, Mr. Morales.
4. When was the last time you bathed?
This morning, before going to work.
5. What was the last thing you ate?
A banana. For breakfast. I'm hungry.
----------The Last Time...----------
1. When was the last time you laughed?
Last night. At dinner, Hunski, Eden, Charms and I were making fun of the upcoming wedding and other stuff.
2. Who was the last person you had an argument with?
Uhm, I'm not sure. I'd like to avoid arguments as much as possible.
3. Who was the last person you emailed?
A guy in Australia who hasn't emailed back. I was inquiring about culinary schools in Australia. Please reply, Mr. Morales.
4. When was the last time you bathed?
This morning, before going to work.
5. What was the last thing you ate?
A banana. For breakfast. I'm hungry.
Thursday, September 04, 2003
Shortest Post
I wasn't able to write an entry today because the server was down. Ergo, no email, no blog, no Net surfing. It was actually good because I got to do a lot.
Anyway, I'm about to leave the office to meet one of the most brilliant people I know. Him.
Cheers everyone.
I wasn't able to write an entry today because the server was down. Ergo, no email, no blog, no Net surfing. It was actually good because I got to do a lot.
Anyway, I'm about to leave the office to meet one of the most brilliant people I know. Him.
Cheers everyone.
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
Retail Therapy
Mini Signature Wristlet by Coach
Coraline by Neil Gaiman
If you thing that having low moments has nothing good about it, you're wrong.
One thing about moments where one feels low is that one is permitted to indulge himself in something that would make him happy.
In my case, it has to be shopping. Call it retail therapy.
After my thirty or so minute stay at the cafe, pondering on my life and its direction, I got up and started my therapy. I had two "shrinks", so to speak that afternoon. Both are from the latest therapy institutions (read:malls) and at the same time, both are very efficient.
My first appointment was at Bibliarch, now Fully Booked, in Glorietta III. My session with Bibliarch lasted for about two hours. In that time, I browsed through the shelves and shelves of books. The good thing about Bibliarch Glorietta III is that it's small, making it more cozy, and they have small bean bags/stools that make browsing more enjoyable.
Among the books that I took from the shelves and brought with me to the bean bag are Kiss and Tell: Sex and the City, To Kill a Mockingbird, Handbags, and Calvin and Hobbes.
I ended up purchasing Coraline by Neil Gaiman, for myself, and Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident by Eoin Colfer, for Hunski.
First session ended.
The next one was at Power Plant Rockwell. Prior to going there, I fetched Hunski from the office and on the way to the therapy institution, I was consulting with him if I should still have my next session since it would be more costly.
His advice: If it makes you happy, then go for it.
After much thought, I decided that I should not think anymore (just this once) and get on with my medication. In my head, I was repeating again and again Jonathan Larson's words, "No day but today. Forget regret or life is yours to miss."
With this in mind, Hunski and I went to the Coach store and I purchased the
Coach wristlet I've been eyeing over the weekend.
Style No: 6319. Color: Black/White. Measuring 4 x 6 inches. With signature jacquard fabric with leather trim and fabric lining. With a zip-top closure and a 12� strap with clip for attaching to the inside of a larger bag, or to form a wrist strap. Clip it on the bag or carry it alone, it is perfect. This Coach Wristlet is worth purchasing.
On the way home, there was a huge smile on my face, and I was feeling much much better, as I carried the Coach carrier bag and the other bag with my new book.
I'd have to say therapy went well.
Mini Signature Wristlet by Coach
Coraline by Neil Gaiman
If you thing that having low moments has nothing good about it, you're wrong.
One thing about moments where one feels low is that one is permitted to indulge himself in something that would make him happy.
In my case, it has to be shopping. Call it retail therapy.
After my thirty or so minute stay at the cafe, pondering on my life and its direction, I got up and started my therapy. I had two "shrinks", so to speak that afternoon. Both are from the latest therapy institutions (read:malls) and at the same time, both are very efficient.
My first appointment was at Bibliarch, now Fully Booked, in Glorietta III. My session with Bibliarch lasted for about two hours. In that time, I browsed through the shelves and shelves of books. The good thing about Bibliarch Glorietta III is that it's small, making it more cozy, and they have small bean bags/stools that make browsing more enjoyable.
Among the books that I took from the shelves and brought with me to the bean bag are Kiss and Tell: Sex and the City, To Kill a Mockingbird, Handbags, and Calvin and Hobbes.
I ended up purchasing Coraline by Neil Gaiman, for myself, and Artemis Fowl: The Arctic Incident by Eoin Colfer, for Hunski.
First session ended.
The next one was at Power Plant Rockwell. Prior to going there, I fetched Hunski from the office and on the way to the therapy institution, I was consulting with him if I should still have my next session since it would be more costly.
His advice: If it makes you happy, then go for it.
After much thought, I decided that I should not think anymore (just this once) and get on with my medication. In my head, I was repeating again and again Jonathan Larson's words, "No day but today. Forget regret or life is yours to miss."
With this in mind, Hunski and I went to the Coach store and I purchased the
Coach wristlet I've been eyeing over the weekend.
Style No: 6319. Color: Black/White. Measuring 4 x 6 inches. With signature jacquard fabric with leather trim and fabric lining. With a zip-top closure and a 12� strap with clip for attaching to the inside of a larger bag, or to form a wrist strap. Clip it on the bag or carry it alone, it is perfect. This Coach Wristlet is worth purchasing.
On the way home, there was a huge smile on my face, and I was feeling much much better, as I carried the Coach carrier bag and the other bag with my new book.
I'd have to say therapy went well.
You Mean the QLC Ain't Over Yet
What does one do when he does not know what to do? That's my situation right now. I'm thinking of finding a new job by October but I dunno where to go. Wait, let me correct that. I know what I want but circumstances are making it hard for me to get what I want. Economy is at its lowest and even for graduates of the country's top University, finding a job (that you love) is hard, like finding the perfect white shirt.
I wrote this entry yesterday afternoon, at a cafe by myself, hoping that I can find the answer to the questions bugging me. While I was contemplating, I receive a message from my officemate subtly asking me to go to the office since everyone was there.
I didn't care.
If this happened a year ago, I'd go to the office in an instant. Things are different now. I've had it with working 12 hour days. But hard as this may be for you to believe, I love my job. If we would not consider the monetary compensation, it's probably the best job I would ever have. So it's weird that I'm feeling some sort of aversion towards it right now.
I don't know when I started to feel the opposite about my job. Was it when I started to notice that things, in general, was unfair? Was it when I began to observe that things are working out well for people around me and here I am getting shit. I've been giving my bloof, my sweat, my tears, my time and my effort and what do I get?
Nothing. How come they get to take home the Prada bag and I don't even get to have the paperbag?
Sometimes, I get so fed up with being a good guy that I want to punch the person who said that good guys finish first. Because at times, it just isn't true. Sometimes, I should probably just start thinking of myself. I've been giving myself to others so much that I end up drained and empty.
Maowy was right. I should have been more cautious. I should have looked out for myself. Otherwise, I would just be damaging myself.
You probably think that I'm starting to get desperate. I'm not. I'm just ranting. And you would be ranting as well, if you were the one in my shoes.
Just when I thought the quarter-life crisis is over, it looks like now is the peak of it. But I'm not daunted by it. I have thought about things and I have plans in my mind. QLC is messing with the wrong guy.
I'm going to get through this.
What does one do when he does not know what to do? That's my situation right now. I'm thinking of finding a new job by October but I dunno where to go. Wait, let me correct that. I know what I want but circumstances are making it hard for me to get what I want. Economy is at its lowest and even for graduates of the country's top University, finding a job (that you love) is hard, like finding the perfect white shirt.
I wrote this entry yesterday afternoon, at a cafe by myself, hoping that I can find the answer to the questions bugging me. While I was contemplating, I receive a message from my officemate subtly asking me to go to the office since everyone was there.
I didn't care.
If this happened a year ago, I'd go to the office in an instant. Things are different now. I've had it with working 12 hour days. But hard as this may be for you to believe, I love my job. If we would not consider the monetary compensation, it's probably the best job I would ever have. So it's weird that I'm feeling some sort of aversion towards it right now.
I don't know when I started to feel the opposite about my job. Was it when I started to notice that things, in general, was unfair? Was it when I began to observe that things are working out well for people around me and here I am getting shit. I've been giving my bloof, my sweat, my tears, my time and my effort and what do I get?
Nothing. How come they get to take home the Prada bag and I don't even get to have the paperbag?
Sometimes, I get so fed up with being a good guy that I want to punch the person who said that good guys finish first. Because at times, it just isn't true. Sometimes, I should probably just start thinking of myself. I've been giving myself to others so much that I end up drained and empty.
Maowy was right. I should have been more cautious. I should have looked out for myself. Otherwise, I would just be damaging myself.
You probably think that I'm starting to get desperate. I'm not. I'm just ranting. And you would be ranting as well, if you were the one in my shoes.
Just when I thought the quarter-life crisis is over, it looks like now is the peak of it. But I'm not daunted by it. I have thought about things and I have plans in my mind. QLC is messing with the wrong guy.
I'm going to get through this.
Tuesday, September 02, 2003
Which "Pirates of the Caribbean" Character are you?
You are Will Turner. A pining blacksmith, with a
hatred towards pirates and a love for the
prissy, "I can't save myself" girl.
Good swordplay though.
What "Pirates of the Caribbean" Character are you? (With Images)
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Watched this movie last Sunday. It was a bit long but I found Johnny Depp's character and acting to be really amusing.
You are Will Turner. A pining blacksmith, with a
hatred towards pirates and a love for the
prissy, "I can't save myself" girl.
Good swordplay though.
What "Pirates of the Caribbean" Character are you? (With Images)
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Watched this movie last Sunday. It was a bit long but I found Johnny Depp's character and acting to be really amusing.
Rainy Tuesday
The weather's pretty crazy again today.
I was already in my Tuesday uniform, ready to go to work. I stepped out of the house together with my nephews and my niece who were being fetched by the school bus (lucky them!). Five steps more and I decided to go back and return to the house to change. Never mind if my boss questions why I'm in casual attire. The barong and my leather shoes should be spared from the rain.
So I change into something more comfy - my CK jeans, basic Gap tee, and my trustee running shoes. I looked more like a college student heading to class rather than a young professional. So what?!
With my umbrella in one hand and my two bags on my other shoulder, I prepared to face the rain just to get to work. I was lucky enough to get a ride that would take me to the main street. Along the way, the streets were already flooded, public school students were carelessly wading in the flood, and people were armed with their rain gear.
When I got to the main street, the condition was much worse. Aside from the water that's beginning to rise, the traffic is horrendous and there were a lot of fellow commuters hoping to get a ride.
Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed.
I started to walk a bit further thinking that I have a greater chance of getting a ride if I go ahead of the others. But my efforts only proved to be futile since the streets were flooded and there were more and more commuters. I've already contacted my officemates to inform them of the situation but it seems the network's clogged. &%^&*&!!!!
I felt like singing "Hold Your Head Up High".
Thirty minutes have passed since I left and still, I was waiting for a ride. Fifteen minutes more and that's the time I said,
"This is stupid. Why am I even struggling to get the office despite the weather? I'm heading home."
Luckily, I got a ride back to the house. As I entered the door, my siblings were a bit surprised to see me. At the same time, I received a message from my colleague,
"Gelo, no office today. The Chancellor has announced it."
The weather's pretty crazy again today.
I was already in my Tuesday uniform, ready to go to work. I stepped out of the house together with my nephews and my niece who were being fetched by the school bus (lucky them!). Five steps more and I decided to go back and return to the house to change. Never mind if my boss questions why I'm in casual attire. The barong and my leather shoes should be spared from the rain.
So I change into something more comfy - my CK jeans, basic Gap tee, and my trustee running shoes. I looked more like a college student heading to class rather than a young professional. So what?!
With my umbrella in one hand and my two bags on my other shoulder, I prepared to face the rain just to get to work. I was lucky enough to get a ride that would take me to the main street. Along the way, the streets were already flooded, public school students were carelessly wading in the flood, and people were armed with their rain gear.
When I got to the main street, the condition was much worse. Aside from the water that's beginning to rise, the traffic is horrendous and there were a lot of fellow commuters hoping to get a ride.
Ten minutes passed. Twenty minutes passed.
I started to walk a bit further thinking that I have a greater chance of getting a ride if I go ahead of the others. But my efforts only proved to be futile since the streets were flooded and there were more and more commuters. I've already contacted my officemates to inform them of the situation but it seems the network's clogged. &%^&*&!!!!
I felt like singing "Hold Your Head Up High".
Thirty minutes have passed since I left and still, I was waiting for a ride. Fifteen minutes more and that's the time I said,
"This is stupid. Why am I even struggling to get the office despite the weather? I'm heading home."
Luckily, I got a ride back to the house. As I entered the door, my siblings were a bit surprised to see me. At the same time, I received a message from my colleague,
"Gelo, no office today. The Chancellor has announced it."
Monday, September 01, 2003
Let's Call It A Night
Finally, I'm done with making and printing letters for about fifty or so people and organizations. These are invitations to program partners and sponsors for the anniversary in three weeks time. I could have used mail merge to make my work faster but I decided I would be working more if I just copied the info on the list that was given to me rather than encode the whole thing then format then print.
Besides, this allowed me to commit less mistakes since I get to check each letter before I print them out. The letters I had to print were for the general program, and another one for the symposium. Oh, and there's another one for the University Chancellor.
It's weird because eventhough I've been up for the past sixteen hours, I still have energy to do other stuff (blogging, a little surfing, write a bit) just before I go home. It's probably because of the Coke Light I drank for dinner. But then I also noticed that I work better in the evenings, when there is peace and quiet and people don't talk as much. I can really think and write well during these times. Hmm...maybe I should change my work hours from 7 a.m. - 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. to 4 a.m. Haha! Dream on, Angelomilco. That's impossible.
Oh well, this is it for now. I hope to get home before eleven p.m.
Finally, I'm done with making and printing letters for about fifty or so people and organizations. These are invitations to program partners and sponsors for the anniversary in three weeks time. I could have used mail merge to make my work faster but I decided I would be working more if I just copied the info on the list that was given to me rather than encode the whole thing then format then print.
Besides, this allowed me to commit less mistakes since I get to check each letter before I print them out. The letters I had to print were for the general program, and another one for the symposium. Oh, and there's another one for the University Chancellor.
It's weird because eventhough I've been up for the past sixteen hours, I still have energy to do other stuff (blogging, a little surfing, write a bit) just before I go home. It's probably because of the Coke Light I drank for dinner. But then I also noticed that I work better in the evenings, when there is peace and quiet and people don't talk as much. I can really think and write well during these times. Hmm...maybe I should change my work hours from 7 a.m. - 4 p.m. to 7 p.m. to 4 a.m. Haha! Dream on, Angelomilco. That's impossible.
Oh well, this is it for now. I hope to get home before eleven p.m.
And the Week is Just Starting
Looks like it's going to be another major overtime here at the office. After the staff meeting this afternoon, the list of things to do for the anniversary just keeps on getting longer and longer. I keep on wondering why.
Sigh!!!
Looks like it's going to be another major overtime here at the office. After the staff meeting this afternoon, the list of things to do for the anniversary just keeps on getting longer and longer. I keep on wondering why.
Sigh!!!
Up Til Three
A rare thing happened over the weekend. I was out with friends til the wee hours of the morning of Sunday. Three a.m. to be exact. I thought it could make it til the clock strikes four but I realized that I would be pushing myself to the limits if I did that.
What’s even better about the night out was a.) I wasn't cranky at all (I'm sure Hunski was very happy about this. Hehe! Usually, I’d start to get irritable the moment it’s 12 midnight. Thank God I had a late afternoon nap), and b.) I was really having fun (I haven't seen a lot of my friends lately which gave me more than enough basis to stay out late last night. Too bad Francis, Zeki, Jigs, Edsel and Roy weren’t there.).
It was the birthday of a friend last night. Well, she's more of an acquaintance but after getting to know her more last night, I think we can add each other to our own list of friends. Woohoo!!! Happy Birthday Ate Tess!
We started out the birthday partying with a dinner (more like a feast!) at the Banana Leaf Curry House in Greenbelt I. As usual, Hunski and I were the early bird awardees. A little after eight, people started arriving. The guests for the evening included about eight wonderful gay men, three lesbians, and about three straight people. I think it was a very good dinner. People were catching up on each other's lives. Everyone was clearly enjoying the company of each other. A burst of laughter would be heard from our table frequently.
It was like a big family affair.
Right after dinner, the group headed to Malate for more partying. We all ended up in Bed, Malate’s gay club of the moment. We got in at eleven in the evening and we found it surprising that the club was almost empty. Where are all the people? It's probably because they charged an extra hundred to the usual entrance fee. But as expected, as the night set in, more and more bodies entered the club. At twelve midnight, the club was already crowded. At one in the morning, the place was already packed with a hundred or more gyrating bodies.
Eventually, we found it too HOT (no pun intended) in the club so we decided to go out for some air. We ended at the restaurant next door, Komiks. The group just continued chatting and teasing the very fashionably late, Mark, who was with his current date.
As I finished my drink, I was starting to yawn so Hunski and I said goodbye to our friends and headed home.
Maybe I'll reach the four o’clock next time. Har har!
A rare thing happened over the weekend. I was out with friends til the wee hours of the morning of Sunday. Three a.m. to be exact. I thought it could make it til the clock strikes four but I realized that I would be pushing myself to the limits if I did that.
What’s even better about the night out was a.) I wasn't cranky at all (I'm sure Hunski was very happy about this. Hehe! Usually, I’d start to get irritable the moment it’s 12 midnight. Thank God I had a late afternoon nap), and b.) I was really having fun (I haven't seen a lot of my friends lately which gave me more than enough basis to stay out late last night. Too bad Francis, Zeki, Jigs, Edsel and Roy weren’t there.).
It was the birthday of a friend last night. Well, she's more of an acquaintance but after getting to know her more last night, I think we can add each other to our own list of friends. Woohoo!!! Happy Birthday Ate Tess!
We started out the birthday partying with a dinner (more like a feast!) at the Banana Leaf Curry House in Greenbelt I. As usual, Hunski and I were the early bird awardees. A little after eight, people started arriving. The guests for the evening included about eight wonderful gay men, three lesbians, and about three straight people. I think it was a very good dinner. People were catching up on each other's lives. Everyone was clearly enjoying the company of each other. A burst of laughter would be heard from our table frequently.
It was like a big family affair.
Right after dinner, the group headed to Malate for more partying. We all ended up in Bed, Malate’s gay club of the moment. We got in at eleven in the evening and we found it surprising that the club was almost empty. Where are all the people? It's probably because they charged an extra hundred to the usual entrance fee. But as expected, as the night set in, more and more bodies entered the club. At twelve midnight, the club was already crowded. At one in the morning, the place was already packed with a hundred or more gyrating bodies.
Eventually, we found it too HOT (no pun intended) in the club so we decided to go out for some air. We ended at the restaurant next door, Komiks. The group just continued chatting and teasing the very fashionably late, Mark, who was with his current date.
As I finished my drink, I was starting to yawn so Hunski and I said goodbye to our friends and headed home.
Maybe I'll reach the four o’clock next time. Har har!
