Generation Pastel
I prepared spaghetti and salad, Dianne brought drinks, while Tiffany and Pyao graced us with (coincidentally) chocolate mousse cakes. A good meal was had by all. Sure wish I had them model for "clone" pix, though.
Aug 23, 2005
"So, dinner at my place...?"
After the somewhat disappointing reunion in Greenhills (again, no reflection on those who came, particularly the ones I recognized), I took advantage of the 'rents not being home (Hong Kong) and decided to throw a small pasta dinner party. Again logistics had me deciding whether to invite Old Batch or New Batch. Settled for the former when the latter didn't RSVP. Whoda thunk some last minute invites would actually make it? Glad they did.
Generation Pastel
I prepared spaghetti and salad, Dianne brought drinks, while Tiffany and Pyao graced us with (coincidentally) chocolate mousse cakes. A good meal was had by all. Sure wish I had them model for "clone" pix, though.
Generation Pastel
I prepared spaghetti and salad, Dianne brought drinks, while Tiffany and Pyao graced us with (coincidentally) chocolate mousse cakes. A good meal was had by all. Sure wish I had them model for "clone" pix, though.
Aug 21, 2005
Assassinaversary
I heard on the radio yesterday that the Ninoy Aquino International Airport was getting ready for celebrations on the anniversary of the assassination of its namesake, the late Senator Benigno "Ninoy" Aquino III.
Why an airport would want to celebrate the worst security lapse in its history of operations is beyond me.
Why an airport would want to celebrate the worst security lapse in its history of operations is beyond me.
Aug 16, 2005
What Does THIS Button Do...?
I dunno why, but this pic I took just cracks me up.
My dad's a bit slow on working electronic appliances. He's handy at garden work and house utilities, but god help him if you left him alone with the universal remote. (Now I'd understand having difficulty in using the remote if you were a houseguest... but, geez, the man lives here.)
At least he didn't use Post-Its...
So in order to remind himself how to work certain buttons on the remote (in this case the picture-in-picture function), he encircles them with a red felt pen. He's done the same with the DVD remote, so as not to confuse PLAY with PAUSE, as well as ON/OFF with OPEN/CLOSE.
I just look foward to Father's Day, his birthday and Xmas because if gives the family/house a chance to buy new gadgets he'll never use himself. (What, you actually thought he could work that Sony Handycam?)
My dad's a bit slow on working electronic appliances. He's handy at garden work and house utilities, but god help him if you left him alone with the universal remote. (Now I'd understand having difficulty in using the remote if you were a houseguest... but, geez, the man lives here.)
At least he didn't use Post-Its...
So in order to remind himself how to work certain buttons on the remote (in this case the picture-in-picture function), he encircles them with a red felt pen. He's done the same with the DVD remote, so as not to confuse PLAY with PAUSE, as well as ON/OFF with OPEN/CLOSE.
I just look foward to Father's Day, his birthday and Xmas because if gives the family/house a chance to buy new gadgets he'll never use himself. (What, you actually thought he could work that Sony Handycam?)
My Idiot Move of the Month: the Sequel
Man, what is it with my luck and cars this month? After being incredibly lucky about one car last weekend, now I'm faced with cracking the left tail-light of my cousin's Toyota while I was backing it out of his office driveway and subsequently hitting his customer's Rav4. Mebbe most of the good luck was used up last Sunday.
See, this is why I don't like driving automatic.
Thankfully both cousin and his client were cool about it, with no damage to the latter's vehicle. Still, I can't believe all of this was due to a need to get Mom to the dentist and get her temporary bridge glued back to her mouth. AND the fact that the Altis was number-code restricted today. (See? An excuse so lame I couldn't have made it up.)
All the $#!++y stuff seems to happen to me either on days after holidays (assuming August 15, The Assumption of Mary, counts as a holiday) or after Friday the 13th (damn you, Sunday the 15th!!!). I was already having small bouts of bad luck today, w/c I thought would've "evened out" by now. Turns out it was only the calm before the $#!+storm.
See, this is why I don't like driving automatic.
Thankfully both cousin and his client were cool about it, with no damage to the latter's vehicle. Still, I can't believe all of this was due to a need to get Mom to the dentist and get her temporary bridge glued back to her mouth. AND the fact that the Altis was number-code restricted today. (See? An excuse so lame I couldn't have made it up.)
All the $#!++y stuff seems to happen to me either on days after holidays (assuming August 15, The Assumption of Mary, counts as a holiday) or after Friday the 13th (damn you, Sunday the 15th!!!). I was already having small bouts of bad luck today, w/c I thought would've "evened out" by now. Turns out it was only the calm before the $#!+storm.
Aug 14, 2005
My Idiot Move of the Month
Remember that feeling u get when the pen that u took the longest time looking for turned out to be on your ear? Take that feeling at reverse it. Now look at the picture.
Carnapper's dream come true.
The spare set of car keys was hanging on the antenna of the car I drove and left at the International Exchange Bank's (Greenhills Branch) parking lot for 5 hours. I only spotted it once I got home. Da-yamn lucky.
And to think after I saw printouts from the bank posted on the lot's wall that said that those who parked their cars there for more than 30 minutes would be fined 200 bucks, I contemplated moving the car to the parking lot of the Banco De Oro across from IEB, facing the the nearby jeepney terminal. This would've solved at least one commuter's woes.
Anyway, why'd I go out? Watched Charlie & the Chocoloate Factory with Wella and bought 1 tpb each of Animal Man and 100 Bullets.
Carnapper's dream come true.
The spare set of car keys was hanging on the antenna of the car I drove and left at the International Exchange Bank's (Greenhills Branch) parking lot for 5 hours. I only spotted it once I got home. Da-yamn lucky.
And to think after I saw printouts from the bank posted on the lot's wall that said that those who parked their cars there for more than 30 minutes would be fined 200 bucks, I contemplated moving the car to the parking lot of the Banco De Oro across from IEB, facing the the nearby jeepney terminal. This would've solved at least one commuter's woes.
Anyway, why'd I go out? Watched Charlie & the Chocoloate Factory with Wella and bought 1 tpb each of Animal Man and 100 Bullets.
Aug 12, 2005
Yikes.
The creature on the left is Tammy Faye Bakker Messner (born in 1942), the former wife of televangelist (boo!) and later convicted felon (yay!) Jim Bakker. The "woman" on the right is Pamela Anderson (born 1967).
The mascaras were separated at birth.
If you click on the pic to see a larger version you can see that the Time has not been kind to Pam. Scientific fact: exposure to sunlight causes wrinkles. Seems all those years pretending to be a lifeguard have taken their toll. That and the hepatits C, mebbe, but I'm just speculating.
The mascaras were separated at birth.
If you click on the pic to see a larger version you can see that the Time has not been kind to Pam. Scientific fact: exposure to sunlight causes wrinkles. Seems all those years pretending to be a lifeguard have taken their toll. That and the hepatits C, mebbe, but I'm just speculating.
Aug 10, 2005
Aug 9, 2005
Filed Under "Eeewwww..."
Whatever happened to just having mom kiss your boo-boo...?
"The Oregon teachers' board reprimanded a high school football coach for licking the bleeding wounds of student athletes..."
Man, this crap would never happen in The O.C....
"The Oregon teachers' board reprimanded a high school football coach for licking the bleeding wounds of student athletes..."
Man, this crap would never happen in The O.C....
Aug 6, 2005
On the Outs on the Outing
After all the effort and planning, I arrive at the designated venue for the "grand" Beijinoy reunion, only to find...nobody. Okay, so I'm "early." Go browse a bit in Fully Booked first. In and outta the bookstore I went. Still nobody. Man, is everybody late? Knew I should've RSVPd more thoroughly. About 45 minutes later Tina texted to say they moved to another place to eat. Oy. When I finally reached Oyster Boy (after a wrong turn, w/c makes me grateful that I'm used to walking), my worst fear came true: most of the people who showed up came from the new (i.e. who the heck...?) batch of Beijinoys.
About a third of the crowd that I recognized.
Granted, this meeting was actually coincidental. Tina said Mela and New Guys &Girls were taking their Korean classmates out to dinner and planned to stop by Bizu (the original venue) afterwards. When they didn't see me (or anybody else, for that matter) there they moved to Oyster Boy. In short: they were gonna meet up with or without my planning. Good thing I managed to tell the remaining few I expected to come that we moved the venue. They showed up (except Rad) and left just as quickly. I, on the other hand, just wanted to leave. Is it from resentment that my "guests" were "hijacked?" Well, I just felt like I was at the "wrong" party.
Tonight confirmed 2 things for me. One: I'm really more for quiet, smaller gatherings. Two: my socializing skills really depend on other people making the introductions. I rarely introduce myself to new people (Hell, the last time I did it was Nov. 2001), even if I wanna meet 'em. Nerves, I guess. Nervous, more like it.
In hindsight: if I knew the 'rents were gonna be outta town for the weekend, I would've hosted the reunion at my house. Maybe sans New Guys & Girls, though.
About a third of the crowd that I recognized.
Granted, this meeting was actually coincidental. Tina said Mela and New Guys &Girls were taking their Korean classmates out to dinner and planned to stop by Bizu (the original venue) afterwards. When they didn't see me (or anybody else, for that matter) there they moved to Oyster Boy. In short: they were gonna meet up with or without my planning. Good thing I managed to tell the remaining few I expected to come that we moved the venue. They showed up (except Rad) and left just as quickly. I, on the other hand, just wanted to leave. Is it from resentment that my "guests" were "hijacked?" Well, I just felt like I was at the "wrong" party.
Tonight confirmed 2 things for me. One: I'm really more for quiet, smaller gatherings. Two: my socializing skills really depend on other people making the introductions. I rarely introduce myself to new people (Hell, the last time I did it was Nov. 2001), even if I wanna meet 'em. Nerves, I guess. Nervous, more like it.
In hindsight: if I knew the 'rents were gonna be outta town for the weekend, I would've hosted the reunion at my house. Maybe sans New Guys & Girls, though.