Apr 30, 2012
Apr 22, 2012
January Journalized
As I type this Dad is ranting behind me the wrongness of blogging (and other non-business related actvities, like sleeping half my Sunday away) and how he doesn't like lecuturing a 30-something man about how to run his life, but if he doesn't do it, who will? Yes, Pa. The course of the rest of my life hinges on my getting 7+ hours sleep on Sundays.JAN. 10: A long delayed gift-exchage between moi and Eileen at Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf (that's a really clunky name to blog about) in Trinoma, our default hangout (w/c is convenient since more or less near my place and hers). Months back I didn't let on that she correctly guessed what her gift was, but then again the pages of Wizard magazine I used the wrap the gift in (nor my habit of giving my friends comics) wouldn't have kept the mystery going, either.
Jan. 21: What I like more than getting friends from different sides of my life together is seeing them hit it off. Eileen and Lola. Lola and The Contessa. Eileen and Dee. Lola and Dee. The Contessa and Dee. My LaSalle circle(s) bumping curves w/ my Beijinoy circle. Tonight after Lola, The Contessa and I had dinner at the otherwise mediocre Uncle Cheffy's we met w/ Dee's group at Rue Bourbon, where I had my first taste of their house-brewed caramel-laced beer.
Feb 14, 2012
Boracay Blog Revisited
I booked a trip to Boracay for the final weekend of January at what I thought was Y's request for the company of her past companions last time she was there, and this time instead of 4 days she was staying for 2 weeks. The Contessa and I were the only ones able to comply. It seems 2012 was my year for second chances (more on that next time).
Diving in headfirst, hopeful and w/o all the facts, late information was relayed to me by The Contessa who had flown in earlier: Y had company, a German man almost twice her age whom she met online.
What the hell? Became What the hell. Plane and hotel's already paid for. I'd just drown my semi-sorrows by bringing the Xtreamer and some movies/TV shows w/ me, if need be.
On the other had I had a chance to meet other people aside from the missed fling from Shanghai and her photogenically-challenged Deutschebag friend. There were the adorable Korean girls who stayed the same hotel The Contessa and I were booked in -- Island Nook -- and its manager Trondz. Marco the Italian real estate developer (and The Contessa's good friend).
I also went paddle boarding, but mostly on my knees as it was a bitch-and-a-half trying to stay standing. Y went kite boarding, w/c would have seriously put a crimp on my male ego had I cared about such things.
As an addendum, a week after I'd gotten back from Bora I got a call from The Contessa, basically telling me Y doesn't like Deutschebag at all. Always looking out for me, this one. That's why we tight.
Diving in headfirst, hopeful and w/o all the facts, late information was relayed to me by The Contessa who had flown in earlier: Y had company, a German man almost twice her age whom she met online.
What the hell? Became What the hell. Plane and hotel's already paid for. I'd just drown my semi-sorrows by bringing the Xtreamer and some movies/TV shows w/ me, if need be.
On the other had I had a chance to meet other people aside from the missed fling from Shanghai and her photogenically-challenged Deutschebag friend. There were the adorable Korean girls who stayed the same hotel The Contessa and I were booked in -- Island Nook -- and its manager Trondz. Marco the Italian real estate developer (and The Contessa's good friend).
I also went paddle boarding, but mostly on my knees as it was a bitch-and-a-half trying to stay standing. Y went kite boarding, w/c would have seriously put a crimp on my male ego had I cared about such things.
As an addendum, a week after I'd gotten back from Bora I got a call from The Contessa, basically telling me Y doesn't like Deutschebag at all. Always looking out for me, this one. That's why we tight.