Long Weekend
I actually went to the office yesterday to burn a CD. Being a VCD, it took about 4 and a half hours, which I passed by watching Not Another Teen Movie and the remaining episodes of the first season of Scrubs. I ate lunch at around 3 PM.
Today I joined Sis to Unimart to shop for food to start off her 3-Day Diet. Okay, it was Virramall for me where I purchased Transmetropolitan and Tangled Web trade paperbacks at a discount at Filbar's because they thought I was a member (wink wink), and 3 rolls of gauge 6 plastic wrap (the thickest I've bought so far) at National Bookstore. Hans was with us and with his hankering for noodles we stopped by Luk Yen's for lunch. Sis didn't like the food so we stopped by Jollibee at Ortigas afterwards. Our final stop was at SM Centerpoint where Sis bought lettuce while the rest of us passed the time making paper Jack o' lantern cutouts at the front of the mall where SM was holding a show. We missed out on seeing the Elmer's Glue Mascot and whether or not we (meaning I) won the jack o' lantern making contest. No biggie.
Sis and family (sans Herman) is spending the night here (Day 2) because her house has no water. Wilson's here (sans rest of his family) and as of this typing Boit's still not home. He spent the whole day in a booth for a Wedding Gala at the Mandarin Oriental hotel and called up earlier this evening to say he's gonna be home late because he has to work on a client's computer.
Oct 27, 2002
Oct 25, 2002
Nuthin' Much
It's Day One of my parent's vacation in South Africa. For the next 10 days they'll be going around Capetown, Sun City and whatever other tourist spot that's been featured on E's Wild On!
On an off note, my brother Boit pees in (proposition used with reservation) the toilet like a blind man. I read in comic book that the alkaline content in urine can damage the finish of a car's paint job. Who would've thought the same could be said of the paint job on a toilet seat. The man spatters so much I'd wish it were blood, 'coz I think that might be somewhat less disgusting to wipe off the seat when he's done. Apparently that Post It note to remind him to lift the seat isn't working.
It's Day One of my parent's vacation in South Africa. For the next 10 days they'll be going around Capetown, Sun City and whatever other tourist spot that's been featured on E's Wild On!
On an off note, my brother Boit pees in (proposition used with reservation) the toilet like a blind man. I read in comic book that the alkaline content in urine can damage the finish of a car's paint job. Who would've thought the same could be said of the paint job on a toilet seat. The man spatters so much I'd wish it were blood, 'coz I think that might be somewhat less disgusting to wipe off the seat when he's done. Apparently that Post It note to remind him to lift the seat isn't working.
Oct 23, 2002
Road Tripped
Yesterday I asked Charmaine to come to the TeleAd office for an emergency voiceover session of Halloween voice icons for Touch Mobile. After the taping she insisted I leave with her since she needed to go to QC. It was an hour earlier than my usual departure time, but a free ride's a free ride. Unfortunately we had to take the traffic-prome EDSA route. All it took was a navigation faux pas on my part (stupid overhead signs) for a cop to flag us down. Amazingly Dee was able to talk her way out of a ticket. (The fact that she had a get-out-of-trouble-free PNP "courtesy card" probably helped, too.)
For today it was Rachelle's turn at the mike. Same as Dee, she had to do pieces of a sexy voice and a hypnotist for the voice icons. It took several "meows" for her to get the sexy, Catwoman-like voice I was after but she did great. She was even nice enough to give me my long-delayed birthday gift (Stick, by Ellmore Leonard) and take me out to lunch afterwards. Strangely enough I lost the Pacific Star guest ID as well as my chance of getting my old DLSU ID back. Ah, well. Looked like I was choking in that picture, anyway.
Got to talk to Mona again, who sounded all pooped from all the wedding preparations she's been doing. The big event's for January 2003, and hopefully won't clash with my (parent's) plans of sending me to China for 6 months. She was looking for an emcee and wedding coordinator, so I recommended my friend from college Joy Alano.
Yesterday I asked Charmaine to come to the TeleAd office for an emergency voiceover session of Halloween voice icons for Touch Mobile. After the taping she insisted I leave with her since she needed to go to QC. It was an hour earlier than my usual departure time, but a free ride's a free ride. Unfortunately we had to take the traffic-prome EDSA route. All it took was a navigation faux pas on my part (stupid overhead signs) for a cop to flag us down. Amazingly Dee was able to talk her way out of a ticket. (The fact that she had a get-out-of-trouble-free PNP "courtesy card" probably helped, too.)
For today it was Rachelle's turn at the mike. Same as Dee, she had to do pieces of a sexy voice and a hypnotist for the voice icons. It took several "meows" for her to get the sexy, Catwoman-like voice I was after but she did great. She was even nice enough to give me my long-delayed birthday gift (Stick, by Ellmore Leonard) and take me out to lunch afterwards. Strangely enough I lost the Pacific Star guest ID as well as my chance of getting my old DLSU ID back. Ah, well. Looked like I was choking in that picture, anyway.
Got to talk to Mona again, who sounded all pooped from all the wedding preparations she's been doing. The big event's for January 2003, and hopefully won't clash with my (parent's) plans of sending me to China for 6 months. She was looking for an emcee and wedding coordinator, so I recommended my friend from college Joy Alano.
Oct 13, 2002
Where IS Everbody?!?
I have this 3 Phone Call Rule for myself. The rule is: if the first 3 people you call on the phone aren't available, forget about calling the fourth, because chances are that person's not around, either. At times the thought depresses me to the point I want to kick myself for making such an effective rule. I've been given the Invisible Man treatment many times in my life and I hate it when it happens on a non-visual level. Not only am I being ignored by sight, but I'm not being heard, either. This is why I hate using ICQ or Yahoo Messenger, because I only get to see how many of my friends on NOT online when I am and vice-versa. And If both of us are online, there are times when chats become one-sided. It's been one of those weekends for me.
Then I had a dream this morning that I ran into the people I failed to contact last night (save one) in a restaurant. We got to mingle a little. I woke up happy. Not smiling or exhilrated, but definitely better than how I felt last night. Just goes to show you: when reality lets you down sometimes your subconscious cheers you up.
Oh, and for final(?) proof Aldwin's cousin Jen isn't interested: I texted her suggesting she pick a time and day for us to chat on the phone, since I've had no luck in that endeavor. No reply. Kind of rude.
I have this 3 Phone Call Rule for myself. The rule is: if the first 3 people you call on the phone aren't available, forget about calling the fourth, because chances are that person's not around, either. At times the thought depresses me to the point I want to kick myself for making such an effective rule. I've been given the Invisible Man treatment many times in my life and I hate it when it happens on a non-visual level. Not only am I being ignored by sight, but I'm not being heard, either. This is why I hate using ICQ or Yahoo Messenger, because I only get to see how many of my friends on NOT online when I am and vice-versa. And If both of us are online, there are times when chats become one-sided. It's been one of those weekends for me.
Then I had a dream this morning that I ran into the people I failed to contact last night (save one) in a restaurant. We got to mingle a little. I woke up happy. Not smiling or exhilrated, but definitely better than how I felt last night. Just goes to show you: when reality lets you down sometimes your subconscious cheers you up.
Oh, and for final(?) proof Aldwin's cousin Jen isn't interested: I texted her suggesting she pick a time and day for us to chat on the phone, since I've had no luck in that endeavor. No reply. Kind of rude.
Oct 11, 2002
Geddafuckoffalready!
I hate hurrying to catch a ride on the MRT only to discover once I get inside that the air conditioning is off. But that's what happened. I had about 15 seconds before the train doors closed and I'm sardined with the other sweaty passengers. Wuss that I am I didn't get off, but after some cranky old lady (maybe early 50's) got on at the first stop, I wish I had. She immediately chastised a young lady who was seated and trying to guilt her into giving up her seat for some other old lady. She went on and on about the posted courtesy signs, her "girl scout" days, questioning how the seated girl's parentage(!), and so on. I was not the target of her tirade but in that cramped space it was excruciating to endure, nonetheless. I tried to continue reading Kyle Baker's Why I Hate Saturn (funny stuff from Baker, as always) but found myself unable to even move one page. When I looked up and discovered we were only on our 3rd stop. With all the yakking that old b*tch did the trip seemed to go on forever. Thankfully she got off that stop as well, unsuccessful in her bid to unseat the young lady. Well, nyah, nyah! Bad enough I had to ride in a moving sauna without her using up precious oxygen? Would it have killed her to just ask the lady instead of going off on some self-righteous, holier-than-thou lecture about how Manny Pangilinan gave up his seat in the MRT? She may have meant well but her approach sucked.
I hate hurrying to catch a ride on the MRT only to discover once I get inside that the air conditioning is off. But that's what happened. I had about 15 seconds before the train doors closed and I'm sardined with the other sweaty passengers. Wuss that I am I didn't get off, but after some cranky old lady (maybe early 50's) got on at the first stop, I wish I had. She immediately chastised a young lady who was seated and trying to guilt her into giving up her seat for some other old lady. She went on and on about the posted courtesy signs, her "girl scout" days, questioning how the seated girl's parentage(!), and so on. I was not the target of her tirade but in that cramped space it was excruciating to endure, nonetheless. I tried to continue reading Kyle Baker's Why I Hate Saturn (funny stuff from Baker, as always) but found myself unable to even move one page. When I looked up and discovered we were only on our 3rd stop. With all the yakking that old b*tch did the trip seemed to go on forever. Thankfully she got off that stop as well, unsuccessful in her bid to unseat the young lady. Well, nyah, nyah! Bad enough I had to ride in a moving sauna without her using up precious oxygen? Would it have killed her to just ask the lady instead of going off on some self-righteous, holier-than-thou lecture about how Manny Pangilinan gave up his seat in the MRT? She may have meant well but her approach sucked.
Oct 8, 2002
Argh! Nngh!
The first "expletive" is because: On me and Ma's fist appointment with our physical therapist (guy, 'coz the girl's on leave) Ma decided to use my room for the session. I opened the windows to let the air in (as the PT smelled a little ripe). When I left the room a sudden cloudburst kicked in. When I went back to the room the floor and cabinet by the window (along with part of the couch, the coffe table and the fan) was soaked. Apparently "Twight" (yes, that's the PT's name) had trouble closing the windows and Ma couldn't help since she was hooked to some device. Lame as the excuse sounds, the damage was done. The floor was water-resistant, but not the cabinet. Water damage set in and now it looks like the way it did before: wrinkly and just plain bad.
The second "expletive" was for the workout regiment Twight gave me for strengthening my knees. Oy, once again muscles I never knew existed tightened and strained. I believe it may be the first time my calves are gonna be sore by tomorrow.
The first "expletive" is because: On me and Ma's fist appointment with our physical therapist (guy, 'coz the girl's on leave) Ma decided to use my room for the session. I opened the windows to let the air in (as the PT smelled a little ripe). When I left the room a sudden cloudburst kicked in. When I went back to the room the floor and cabinet by the window (along with part of the couch, the coffe table and the fan) was soaked. Apparently "Twight" (yes, that's the PT's name) had trouble closing the windows and Ma couldn't help since she was hooked to some device. Lame as the excuse sounds, the damage was done. The floor was water-resistant, but not the cabinet. Water damage set in and now it looks like the way it did before: wrinkly and just plain bad.
The second "expletive" was for the workout regiment Twight gave me for strengthening my knees. Oy, once again muscles I never knew existed tightened and strained. I believe it may be the first time my calves are gonna be sore by tomorrow.
Oct 6, 2002
Today (and the Day Before)
Yesterday the family went to the See Compound in Lagmay, San Juan to attend the post-baptismal party of JohnX2 and Jen's son Matthew. Small affair, kinda like a backyard barbecue. We even came too early (that's what Ma gets for not calling ahead). As a "housewarming gift" I gave Johnx2 my copy of the JFK DVD (w/c turned out to be the regular version of the Director's Cut, not the one with all the extras). Later I borrowed a bunch of his bootleg DVDs, but not before previewing them first, and it's good that I did as a couple of them turned out to be defective.
Before heading home Ma and I dropped by SM Centerpoint. She got some shirts for Christmas and a new fruit peeler while I bought all the rolls of Dura Seal clear adhesive I could get my hands on. (Why take chances? They seem to come and go).
When I got home I tried to watch The Score DVD, but it turned out to be more defective than I thought. I then went for the "most likely boring" Mulholland Drive DVD. Man, talk about a mindf*ck. I swear David Lynch's brain could fill up its own X-File. I went in thinking Well, I've read enough Vertigo books to be able to sort out complicated storylines in my head. After Mulholland I realized I either needed to read more Vertigo books or just give up on comprehending Davind Lynch. To get over that experience I watched the less cerebral Jackie Chan flick The Accidental Spy (which coincidentally describes his role in the latest film The Tuxedo.)
Now for an update about Aldwin's cousin Jen: Getting her on the phone has proven to be difficult. Not sure if this is being done on purpose, but it wouldn't hurt if she herself volunteered a good time for me to call-- which she didn't and hasn't. This says to me that she may not be into this whole "getting acquainted" thing, at least not in her heart. Passing interest, maybe. When I mentioned I would try her e-mail instead she replies (it was a text convesation) she only checks it about once every 2 weeks. I'm a patient guy but I don't like being screwed around with.
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Today the family went to Makati Shangri-La for the first birthday party of cousin Jennie's and Jaime's son Jedrick. As with their first son Jeremy the party was like something reserved for royalty, the only difference being Jeremy's was in EDSA Shangri-La. Singer Jamie Rivera (and her kids) were guests! Unfortunately she didn't entertain and we just had a juggling unicyclist. Good buffet, though. Went straight home afterwards...well, me, anyway. Everybody else went out.
Yesterday the family went to the See Compound in Lagmay, San Juan to attend the post-baptismal party of JohnX2 and Jen's son Matthew. Small affair, kinda like a backyard barbecue. We even came too early (that's what Ma gets for not calling ahead). As a "housewarming gift" I gave Johnx2 my copy of the JFK DVD (w/c turned out to be the regular version of the Director's Cut, not the one with all the extras). Later I borrowed a bunch of his bootleg DVDs, but not before previewing them first, and it's good that I did as a couple of them turned out to be defective.
Before heading home Ma and I dropped by SM Centerpoint. She got some shirts for Christmas and a new fruit peeler while I bought all the rolls of Dura Seal clear adhesive I could get my hands on. (Why take chances? They seem to come and go).
When I got home I tried to watch The Score DVD, but it turned out to be more defective than I thought. I then went for the "most likely boring" Mulholland Drive DVD. Man, talk about a mindf*ck. I swear David Lynch's brain could fill up its own X-File. I went in thinking Well, I've read enough Vertigo books to be able to sort out complicated storylines in my head. After Mulholland I realized I either needed to read more Vertigo books or just give up on comprehending Davind Lynch. To get over that experience I watched the less cerebral Jackie Chan flick The Accidental Spy (which coincidentally describes his role in the latest film The Tuxedo.)
Now for an update about Aldwin's cousin Jen: Getting her on the phone has proven to be difficult. Not sure if this is being done on purpose, but it wouldn't hurt if she herself volunteered a good time for me to call-- which she didn't and hasn't. This says to me that she may not be into this whole "getting acquainted" thing, at least not in her heart. Passing interest, maybe. When I mentioned I would try her e-mail instead she replies (it was a text convesation) she only checks it about once every 2 weeks. I'm a patient guy but I don't like being screwed around with.
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Today the family went to Makati Shangri-La for the first birthday party of cousin Jennie's and Jaime's son Jedrick. As with their first son Jeremy the party was like something reserved for royalty, the only difference being Jeremy's was in EDSA Shangri-La. Singer Jamie Rivera (and her kids) were guests! Unfortunately she didn't entertain and we just had a juggling unicyclist. Good buffet, though. Went straight home afterwards...well, me, anyway. Everybody else went out.
Oct 4, 2002
Do You Want Me to Know or Not?!?
Blogger is offering some kind of "an admin panel for Blog*Spot Plus sites that will allow you to, among other things (soon), password-protect all or part of your site." I think you have to pay to protect parts (or all) of you Blog page so some people won't be able to see. That puzzles me. I you don't want people to know your thoughts then what the @*$! are you placing them in here for? You want privacy in venting go see a shrink. And, guess what, they might even precribe you something for it.
In comics news, a all-female jury ruled in favor of Neil Gaiman in his suit against Todd McFarlane.
Blogger is offering some kind of "an admin panel for Blog*Spot Plus sites that will allow you to, among other things (soon), password-protect all or part of your site." I think you have to pay to protect parts (or all) of you Blog page so some people won't be able to see. That puzzles me. I you don't want people to know your thoughts then what the @*$! are you placing them in here for? You want privacy in venting go see a shrink. And, guess what, they might even precribe you something for it.
In comics news, a all-female jury ruled in favor of Neil Gaiman in his suit against Todd McFarlane.
Sep 30, 2002
Even Busier the Next Day
Yesterday the annual Mooncake Dice Party for Ma's high school alumni chums was held. I wasn't as lucky here as I was last week at my cousin's game. Raymond (Aissa's husband) won the grand prize of 10 thousand, a portion of which he used later in that night when he treated us to dinner at Teriyaki Boy (Tomas Morato). Sightings included Frederick and Genevieve Yeo, cousin Edwin and Raymond Reaport (with their respective dates). During dinner I was busy corresponding via text with Aldwin's cousin Jen, whom Aldwin had been wanting to introduce me to in the past.
Yesterday the annual Mooncake Dice Party for Ma's high school alumni chums was held. I wasn't as lucky here as I was last week at my cousin's game. Raymond (Aissa's husband) won the grand prize of 10 thousand, a portion of which he used later in that night when he treated us to dinner at Teriyaki Boy (Tomas Morato). Sightings included Frederick and Genevieve Yeo, cousin Edwin and Raymond Reaport (with their respective dates). During dinner I was busy corresponding via text with Aldwin's cousin Jen, whom Aldwin had been wanting to introduce me to in the past.
Sep 28, 2002
Busy Night
Two things were supposed to happen today. One: go to the launching of FCCY's latest album at Xavier school, then have dinner with Russell and Beth afterwards. EXCEPT Russ called last night and said they couldn't make it, so neither did I. Two: possibly watch the premiere of the new Jackie Chan movie The Tux with Boit (he was manning a wedding booth at Megamall and Aissa gave him a couple of tickets courtesy of Wilson). EXCEPT no one could take me to Megamall (not that I really wanted to, anyway, hence the previous "possibly"), so that idea was out.
In hindsight it's good I never left the house, otherwise I wouldn't have been around for the two other things that happened instead. One: Albert stopped by the house with all the Ebay stuff I ordered that Jeff's in-laws brought back from California. Sweet! Even the Fight Club DVD was among the packages! (Mental apology to "dashopping.") Two: After watching Ice Age (care of Imesh, because the Changing Lanes file turned out to be freaking Dungeons & Dragons) I caught the rat that's been running around the office. I trapped it with the floor rug just as it was about to escape through the sliding doors. I was like the kid with his finger in the dike as I waited for Pa to get a pair to long-nose pliers to grab the rat with. Instead he got the longsaw we use to cut the branches of the mango tree. I went to get some insecticide (Pa's idea), then Pa later got the wire cutters that looked like tongs. With the saw I ended up eviscerating the rat. In the end I put it in a plastic bag and tossed it over the other side of the house, only bag got caught on the barbed wire. Man, all this action and I've still got to get some exercise.
Two things were supposed to happen today. One: go to the launching of FCCY's latest album at Xavier school, then have dinner with Russell and Beth afterwards. EXCEPT Russ called last night and said they couldn't make it, so neither did I. Two: possibly watch the premiere of the new Jackie Chan movie The Tux with Boit (he was manning a wedding booth at Megamall and Aissa gave him a couple of tickets courtesy of Wilson). EXCEPT no one could take me to Megamall (not that I really wanted to, anyway, hence the previous "possibly"), so that idea was out.
In hindsight it's good I never left the house, otherwise I wouldn't have been around for the two other things that happened instead. One: Albert stopped by the house with all the Ebay stuff I ordered that Jeff's in-laws brought back from California. Sweet! Even the Fight Club DVD was among the packages! (Mental apology to "dashopping.") Two: After watching Ice Age (care of Imesh, because the Changing Lanes file turned out to be freaking Dungeons & Dragons) I caught the rat that's been running around the office. I trapped it with the floor rug just as it was about to escape through the sliding doors. I was like the kid with his finger in the dike as I waited for Pa to get a pair to long-nose pliers to grab the rat with. Instead he got the longsaw we use to cut the branches of the mango tree. I went to get some insecticide (Pa's idea), then Pa later got the wire cutters that looked like tongs. With the saw I ended up eviscerating the rat. In the end I put it in a plastic bag and tossed it over the other side of the house, only bag got caught on the barbed wire. Man, all this action and I've still got to get some exercise.