Much to blog about, but w/ work and other projects, I can't do it all. So while what follows violates my no-posting-non-daily-life-related stuff-here-that's-what-the-other-blog-is-for rule, it's meant to tide you readers over 'til I get my shizzle together:
Michael Jackson's Thriller as a 64-piece acapella number:
Oct 28, 2008
Oct 21, 2008
Iloilo and Bacolod Baycay (Part 1 of 4)
Flew to Iloilo last Thursday to attend Arsenio and Ronstadt's wedding, and planned to visit the Bacolodians over the weekend.
Day 1 (Oct. 16):
Christian picked me up at the new (as in it wasn't there last year) Iloilo International Airport. We first stopped the newly expanded offices of AM Trading, where I called Dennis' cel and found out he never left Manila (way to waste plane fare, man). This turned out to be good thing because Century 21 Hotel gave me a room with a double bed. I planned to switch but changed my mind when I found out AM's footing the bill (You didn't have to, Senador, so thanks). In hindsight the rate they charged for a room without real blankets, pillow-covers, slippers and a weak air conditioner was a bit much. Good thing the gave AM Trading a discount.
Chirst and wifey Chey picked me up again for dinner. I have this habit of not remembering the names of the restaurants I go to when I travel outta town, unless I take a picture of said resto. Not to say that the food wasn't memorable (great salmon, great ribs), but I'm there for the company. Bride-to-be Rons was staying in the hotel across the street, but it seems the bad-luck-to-see-bride-before-wedding suspicion extends to wedding guests. We had a nightcap at Blue Jay, were I played one sachet of sugar too many in my mocha latte. After they brought me back to the hotel I finished the evening watching the BBC Series Midnight Man via the portable DVD player I brought along. Also wondered why all the cable channel selections seem better outside Metro Manila (oooh, F/X and Fox Crime! Endless sports channels! Sarcastic enthusiasm now!)
Day 1 (Oct. 16):
Christian picked me up at the new (as in it wasn't there last year) Iloilo International Airport. We first stopped the newly expanded offices of AM Trading, where I called Dennis' cel and found out he never left Manila (way to waste plane fare, man). This turned out to be good thing because Century 21 Hotel gave me a room with a double bed. I planned to switch but changed my mind when I found out AM's footing the bill (You didn't have to, Senador, so thanks). In hindsight the rate they charged for a room without real blankets, pillow-covers, slippers and a weak air conditioner was a bit much. Good thing the gave AM Trading a discount.
Chirst and wifey Chey picked me up again for dinner. I have this habit of not remembering the names of the restaurants I go to when I travel outta town, unless I take a picture of said resto. Not to say that the food wasn't memorable (great salmon, great ribs), but I'm there for the company. Bride-to-be Rons was staying in the hotel across the street, but it seems the bad-luck-to-see-bride-before-wedding suspicion extends to wedding guests. We had a nightcap at Blue Jay, were I played one sachet of sugar too many in my mocha latte. After they brought me back to the hotel I finished the evening watching the BBC Series Midnight Man via the portable DVD player I brought along. Also wondered why all the cable channel selections seem better outside Metro Manila (oooh, F/X and Fox Crime! Endless sports channels! Sarcastic enthusiasm now!)
Oct 12, 2008
Game, Set, Match
They made it official on the 10th. It's been exciting, loving, intense, experimental, frisky, funny, relaxing... and nice, all at the same time.
Now for the 'Rents (his and hers) to get into the game...
Now for the 'Rents (his and hers) to get into the game...
Oct 8, 2008
Wednesdate
On the one hand he had to rush dinner, endure rude jeepney drivers to get to her place, almost slip on the algae-laced driveway AND misplace his 8GB thumb-drive* that contained the TV shows they were supposed to watch (good thing he brought a copy of Mrs. Henderson on DVD as a backup plan). The unprepared batch of Cadbury Hot Chocolate mix he brought was left as such, as well.
On the other hand they made out while attempting to concentrate on the dry comedic styling of both Dame Judi Dench and Bob Hoskins. The End.
*Still missing as of this entry. Did the car seat swallow it?!?
I would like to apologize to the Contessa for upsetting her and not knowing when to quit when it came to showing her the extent of how any of us (her in particular) are vulnerable to having our seemingly personal and private information open online for anyone who does a simple Google search. Stalkers suck, truly. Identity thieves, too.
On the other hand they made out while attempting to concentrate on the dry comedic styling of both Dame Judi Dench and Bob Hoskins. The End.
*Still missing as of this entry. Did the car seat swallow it?!?
* * *
I would like to apologize to the Contessa for upsetting her and not knowing when to quit when it came to showing her the extent of how any of us (her in particular) are vulnerable to having our seemingly personal and private information open online for anyone who does a simple Google search. Stalkers suck, truly. Identity thieves, too.
Oct 7, 2008
Sundate
In the afternoon he drove to her place as promised. He tried to help get her Internet connection running by dial-up card (unsuccessful but tried again later) while drinking hazelnut vanilla coffee and scarfing porkball-flavored siopao.
After getting a brief tour of the ground floor of the house (lots of cars and empty aquariums), they hung out at the "prayer meeting room" where they watched episodes from latest season of Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles. (He wanted to watch movies but her apparently socially-conscious laptop wouldn't play generic DVD-RWs.) Forsake the image of a couple cuddling w/ their backs turned to a giant wooden crucifix. It was nothing compared to that thing she does using just her nose that would make Inuits blush. (At this point further detail would be unseemly. Go look for Mills & Boon w/o the sap, while I go and pray I don't suffer brain damage or long-term memory loss. Only the Contessa gets details, and even then not everything.)
While "taking it slow" isn't how he'd prefer things at his age, he opted to go home for dinner and leave this afternoon's events as a moment in itself.
He once said, thought and believed that his Ex ruined him for other women. This one seems to be debunking that notion one meeting at a time.
After getting a brief tour of the ground floor of the house (lots of cars and empty aquariums), they hung out at the "prayer meeting room" where they watched episodes from latest season of Terminator: The Sarah Conner Chronicles. (He wanted to watch movies but her apparently socially-conscious laptop wouldn't play generic DVD-RWs.) Forsake the image of a couple cuddling w/ their backs turned to a giant wooden crucifix. It was nothing compared to that thing she does using just her nose that would make Inuits blush. (At this point further detail would be unseemly. Go look for Mills & Boon w/o the sap, while I go and pray I don't suffer brain damage or long-term memory loss. Only the Contessa gets details, and even then not everything.)
While "taking it slow" isn't how he'd prefer things at his age, he opted to go home for dinner and leave this afternoon's events as a moment in itself.
He once said, thought and believed that his Ex ruined him for other women. This one seems to be debunking that notion one meeting at a time.
Oct 4, 2008
Saturdate
He spent all afternoon (and early-late evening) w/ her at ChiliBucks, . Lunch (and dinner dessert0 at the first half. At the second half watched House and Chris Rock, sipped lattes and cuddled. Made do w/ the hard chairs since the college students virtually set up camp at the couch sections. She wanted to maximize her midnight curfew, but the lack of sleep on his part meant he'd be unable to give her his full attention all throughout. He brought her home around ten and drove home for some paracetamol.
She's free, staying home all day. She wants him to visit.
She's free, staying home all day. She wants him to visit.
Oct 2, 2008
The First Bump
When he didn't contact her when he was supposed to this afternoon it kinda made her mad. And disappointed. Even after he apologized he didn't realize how badly he screwed up 'til later while they drove to meet w/ her friends for dinner at Toscana Pizzeria (where he was finally introduced to Lorena, Monica and Sherbert).
INT. CAR NIGHT
CUT TO CU of GUY'S INNER JACKASS KICKING HIMSELF
After dinner the drive back to her house became a last-minute nightcap w/ ice white-choco lattes. She said she was feeling cold so he held her hands. After they stepped out to sit outside amidst the humid evening he still held and caressed her hands while they talked. She said a she's a stickler for honesty, keeping your word and taking responsibility. He just wanted to kiss her.
So like the gentlemen/wuss that he is after he dropped her off at her place he asked if he could. She opted for a full hug. Fair enough, he thought. Screwed up today, and a simple hand rub (ugh, that sounded dirty) won't fix things overnight.
Probably should've asked her back at Starbucks.
INT. CAR NIGHT
GUY
So what were you looking forward to, afternoon at Starbucks?
Watching the movie with the big TV?
Watching the movie with the big TV?
GIRL
No, spending time together.
CUT TO CU of GUY'S INNER JACKASS KICKING HIMSELF
After dinner the drive back to her house became a last-minute nightcap w/ ice white-choco lattes. She said she was feeling cold so he held her hands. After they stepped out to sit outside amidst the humid evening he still held and caressed her hands while they talked. She said a she's a stickler for honesty, keeping your word and taking responsibility. He just wanted to kiss her.
So like the gentlemen/wuss that he is after he dropped her off at her place he asked if he could. She opted for a full hug. Fair enough, he thought. Screwed up today, and a simple hand rub (ugh, that sounded dirty) won't fix things overnight.
Probably should've asked her back at Starbucks.