Streaks of Light

Moving Out

2008-01-15T00:22:00.000+08:00

Relink me at http://sylverlyt.wordpress.com/ ^_^

See you there.

Color Blind

2007-12-19T12:05:00.000+08:00

Ignorance is bliss!

Having ignored all jos from "that" client starting 2pm yesterday, I managed to bring up my christmas party mood. Yey!

80s, our party theme, wearing a costume wasn't really mandated. But having spoken with Flo, a day earlier, I decided to look for an 80s costume at home. "Katuwaan" lang and if anyone won best in costume, Fabo would give away his painting as a prize. Not bad really. ^_^

I found my mom's really old blue and purple blouse. It looked more like shoulder pads with a blouse, rather than the other way around. Holding up her shoulder padded blouse she said, "I can't believe I wore that." Haha.

My sister unearthed mom's gray fishnet stockings and I went around looking for long colored socks.

After trying all that on for the first time, I realized I was glad to have been in diapers during the 80s (haha). With all the colors, I got confused. It was like all the design and color-choosing skills that I have as an artist were all thrown away in a multi-colored garbage bag.

I didn't even know which sneakers to wear. It's a good thing my sister was there to help me choose. I was literally color blind.

At the party, we started dressing up at 6pm. I was a bit hesitant and embarassed walking around in the shoulder padded blouse and fishnets.

But, guess what...I won! Lucky blouse! haha.

Choosing to be Unproductive

2007-12-18T11:30:00.000+08:00

I am seriously thinking of not going to the party.

How can anyone think of having a great time, when you all know that tom, you'll be rushing for some stupid jo caused by a stupid client, who stupidly doesn't have foresight and drags everyone one else down with him.

And in 3 days, everything has to move. The bastard is still finding stupid revisions of previously sent jos. How the hell will it be done?

Not to mention, stupid regional clearances that chomp out at least half of your timetable to begin with.

I'm really seeing red. Fuck it.

Too Lazy

2007-12-13T01:19:00.000+08:00

I really, really need to fix this blog.

Christmas? Where?

2007-12-13T01:03:00.000+08:00

This is one of the busiest christmas ever. And I'm not exactly inside a mall.

Seated at my desk (well, soon to be ex-desk; we'll be moving floors again next year) I was worriedly glancing at my to-do list. It was getting longer and longer, while the days til christmas got shorter and shorter. I'm wondering if I even get to finish half of the list before the holidays (mostly consisting of 75% work and 25% from my personal life. Argh. I suck. Real. Bad.)

Sigh. Ah well. I'll be leaving Manila anyway come christmas. Going to HK Disneyland for the first time. I heard they had snow there (at least during the parade) and a really nice 3D light show. Can't wait. I promised my sister I'd take her to Mongkok ^_^

Can i eat it?

2007-12-08T00:38:00.000+08:00

Fame.

Yeah. Some love it and would kill for it.

I won't.

I don't get high over fame. I won't even jack off on it (if I was a man).

I'm happy and thankful when it drops in for a visit. But I don't go out of the way looking for it. It's not even my motivation.

I like the curtains. I like it backstage, that's where the action is. Up there, in front of an audience, all facade, a play. Not real.
You smile because they want you too. You do all the things they all want you to do, just because it's the right thing to do. And you do it for the sake of everyone. That's fame.

I don't need fame to boost me up. I get my high when the job's finished.

It's that moment when I can prop my foot up, rest and say to myself "well done."

Sundown

2007-12-08T00:31:00.000+08:00

Everyday I get up, take a bath, dress my mood, have breakfast, go to work. Sit on my desk, turn on the laptop, check the work and do the work.

Once, it started out sun-kissed bright. Now, it gets a little darker. Everyday.

Like someone was turning off the saturation filter, lowering down the levels and shielding me away from the bright sun.

Everyday, it gets a little darker.

I wish it never did.

tuckin

2007-11-01T00:53:00.000+08:00

I think...I'm alive.

2007-10-25T01:39:00.000+08:00

After so many months of wasted bloggable memories, I am back.

I've been capriciously in and out of myself. Depressed? No. Not really...well, maybe a little bit. But not enough to push me over the edge. I think I might have been transferring that energy into anger and angst.

The past months brought me nothing but jaded thoughts about work, people and my life. Details that up to now still cloud up whenever I try to think about it. Nothing big, just lots of the small stuff that I have to go through everyday about everything. They're like ticks biting all over but not really causing anything BIG enough for me to worry about. Well, until the wound gets rubbed the wrong way. Until, it opens up. Until, it never heals. Until, that moment runs right smack into you.

I had that moment. For months.

But it's gone now...

it did leave marks, but mostly, it's gone.

I even acquired a new lifestyle after it. But that's another story to tell.

hmmm...

2007-09-06T00:41:00.000+08:00

Meet my Daemon

2007-07-18T12:38:00.000+08:00

D'oh!

2007-07-17T16:08:00.000+08:00

Simpson versions of Peter and me.

Here's to you Louie!

2007-07-12T16:20:00.000+08:00

Louie's despidida party at ProCom office in Salcedo with former officemates from Image Dimensions and friends from ProCom. I pulled the photos from Kitty's multiply. Thanks Kitty! ^_^

Ingat sa States, Louie at mag-ym ka! ^_^

Hongkong Break

2007-07-01T16:09:00.000+08:00

Hopped to Hongkong for the weekend. Had my financer with me...my dad. hehe.

It's been over a decade since I last went to Hongkong. The minute my dad asked if I wanted to go with them to buy licensed software, I immediately said yes!

Yes to a fresh break!

Yes to free shopping money!

Yes to Hongkong food!

We ate at a cute japanese resto that was owned by Jackie Chan. He even had his own photo inside the resto.

At dinner, we went to a Sezhuan resto near our hotel. It was owned by a young couple who made kick ass hot soup. Yey!

Dorsett Seaview Hotel's room (Yau Ma Tei) was kinda small but that gave me enough reason to frequently step out and enjoy Hongkong scenery, which was mostly raindrops, puddles and Mcdonald's everywhere. The weather was horrible for shopping but I managed to invent a new shopping method in Mongkok. Hop-shopping! Literally hopping from one stall to another diagonally just to save myself from the rainy weather.

Found lots of new stuff to put in my closet and I definitely loved Argyle Mall in Mongkok. I had a hard time parting from these Evisu shoes on Sporting goods bazaar but they cost HK$ 880!! That's 6K here. Sighhhhh...

Ah well, I'll just look it over in Singapore on August. hehe.

Going home wasn't fun, but we had to. Ben & Jerry's at the airport made leaving a little lighter though.

Plus, the large cute kipling gorilla made my day.

Hair Crazy

2007-06-26T16:28:00.000+08:00

Joey's friend left the wig for my sister (She's cosplaying as Magpie for the Toycon on Saturday). Our receptionist left it on my desk, so when I got back to check the hair piece everyone else joined in to check themselves in it!

X-ed!

2007-06-25T16:34:00.001+08:00

It was our Xth (10th) High school reunion last June 9.

50% of our batch came while the other half was already living abroad or just sadly, couldn't care less about the event.

The core group who included Angeline, Ailee, Diane, Gennet, JB, Michelle, Dennis, Matthew, Dexter, Drenan and yours truly, had constant weekly meetings prior to the big event. It was exhausting yet inspiring to be able to come up with a successful event, especially for a reunion party that lots of negativism attached to it.

Gennet and I were in charge of Entertainment and Decorations, but I felt like we had a hand in almost everything. From planning, invitations, to implementation, we were there hands on. I was even the techgirl during the event, I had to sit behind the projector machine the whole evening. While Gennet and Argel had to work the stage doing the MC bit. I even had to write and edit the AVP. It took me two weeks to do all that, luckily, I had no overtime projects for the office and sidelines at that time. Sigh, next time, that would be my wish. I'd like to at least experience being the audience of the reunion. Let the others surprise me this time around.

One of the highlights that evening was when Argel managed to whoop up at least 13K from the batch for the Pera o Bayong game. Thanks to everyone who generously contributed.

Overall the reunion was a success. Thank you to the committee and to everyone who supported it. Best of luck to the next core group! hehe.

Back-to-Back Birthday Bash

2007-05-15T16:16:00.000+08:00

Hurley and I celebrated our birthday at Syfus in Makati. Thanks everyone!

Adfest 2007

2007-05-09T09:28:00.000+08:00

It's was my first time in Pattaya and I'm too late to blog about it haha! I've got a lot lined up for the blog and I only have today to blog by bulk again. ^_^

Last March we went to adfest 2007, Pattaya. Hoping to grab one of the metals there (well we didn't, but only managed a finalist in photography thought, but Pattaya ROCKS!!) We stayed at Hard Rock Hotel. It's one great hotel. The details, the service, the interior and the people, I would to stay here again. Our hotel room had two beatles in it. While I slept with Paul Mccartney, Leigh slept with John Lennon. haha.

The pool is sweet and you're near the beach.

Hard Rock was also sponsoring the Music festival, so on that day, we had fan girls in the morning. The korean boy band (i forgot the name) they REALLY liked were wearing apple green and white coordinated clothes (yuck). I think one of them was wearing a scarf.

On our way to the convention we had to ride the tuk-tuk.

In between seminars.

Delicious sweets! There goes my diet.

One really weird sandal.

Gay bar signages, too bad we didn't see it at night!

Derrick in Pattaya...

with Joey of course! haha

Blurred

2007-05-05T16:42:00.000+08:00

We're moving to the 27th.

And everyday my butt got heavier as the date neared. I think I've glued myself to this desk far too long without really wanting to unglue myself.

I don't what to leave the 20th. That about sums it up.

Leaving here means, lesser time spent with the people I genuinely like. The people who I am most comfortable with, who I want to see daily whether it be with or without angst. I also like the others who will move with me, especially some very close drinking friends. I don't have anything against them, I just find it really hard moving out of the 20th and detaching myself from everyone on the 20th.

And to top it all off, I dislike my new space. It didn't help make the move any easier. Yeah, call me a nut for believing in feng shui and such, but the minute I saw it I hated it for a lot of reasons.

1. I'm seated near the lmc (our call center). So imagine the daily conversation I'd hear "good morning, this is ling from Mazda Philippines.." fuck it sucks. I'd be having call center conversations everytime I'd sit there. Sigh. I just hope they do it quietly or that the sound doesn't seep throught the OPEN wall.

2. The creatives don't have an R2 or even a BOOKSHELF!! So just how am I going to fit all the magazine references and back-up cds I have? tell me, how? The accounts have a bookshelf, a cabinet and an R2! While all we have is a 2 inch measly drawer. And I keep hearing that they don't want us to clutter, that's why they didn't provide us with an r2. I think the one who did the design never really thought about the dynamics of the company. I'm not recommending the designer to anyone. Just give the creative team shelves or lockers, or any kind of storage. We need it badly.

3. No Privacy.

4. The fact that someone decided the seating arrangements for us without consulting us. Okay, maybe I'm asking for too much. But at least don't you think that no one would really complain out loud about the seating arrangement if we just drew ballots on the numbered seats???

5. The seats suck. You'd fall off if you lean back too much.

6. The color combination has no character whatsoever. Hello! We're working in an ad agency , a little color never hurt anyone!!! And what's with the retro fabric!?

7. Partitioning of spaces are a disappointment.

8. We have a carinderia for a pantry. Who the hell thought of putting mint green tables that look like carinderia tables in the pantry!?

9. Small space coupled with an impractical S-divider.

10. We're placed right smack in the middle of the accounts group. All the stress, the angst from clients, we'll hear it without any filtering whatsoever. Good luck, I think I'm buying myself new headphones.

It's common for someone to dislike or see the "holes" in the new office space. For fresh hires, I guess that's a common thing. But for an office space that was planned to fit a certain group or culture of people. They did a poor job planning it.

The Sun, The Seminar, and The Snorkel

2007-05-04T15:26:00.000+08:00

The Y&R Summer outing/training started off with a strategically placed banner (that I wanted to pull off) and a long drive. We met at the usual meeting place (Zuellig loop) at around 4pm and waited until the bus filled up.

Four hours later, we reached Anilao, Batangas. The road down to the resort was like riding a rickety rollercoaster back in StarCity. Sharp swerves pushed the weight to both ends of the jeep, squishing the unfortunate person at the end of the row.

It was more than relieving when the jeep stopped at the Eaglepoint entrance. There, we were greeted by the resort's welcoming party as they hung shell necklaces on us. The details of the resort were filled with hidden eagles. One the steps, on the the balconies. They even had a large eagle cage housing different eagle types.

The beach wasn't the kind you went in I loved the beach. The clear blue waters were just right for snorkeling and peeking at nervous fish. Heh.

But.

We had to start with the training first (awww). The call of the beach had to wait (urgh). So in between sessions where we had breaks outside, I had the chance to take a glimpse of the sea.

It was torture. In its purest, most innocent form.

The training was long but worth it. We talked about "positivity." It went well, considering that "positivity" is very flexible idea depending on where you see it. But I guess it could be about taking a shape and shoving positivity into it. Works for me.

Inside the room, I saw the hues of bright whites and yellows turn into orange and red. It was a sign. I was going to miss the sun today. Sigh.

Night came and I though a quick dip in the pool was the only saving grace for my missing the beach. Unfortunately, I didn't like the pool. Dipping in it didn't make me feel fresh. The water was warm and a bit ...er...slimy. So, drowning myself in alcohol was the next best bet (and of course the photo-ops that came in between).

And it worked. Heheh.

Our second day was better. We had half a day to run around the beach (on a separate island, owned by the same owner). They had a really nice setup with hammocks, a dining area, a volleyball net and kayaks. Weeh.

Looking at the beach, half a day was pretty annoying, add that to the fact that some "killjoys" wanted to leave earlier. Eventually the departure time was compromised, everyone was happier.

I think I'd like to take up underwater photography, if only to capture the fishes below. We found a starfish and it was unexpectedly blue! Underwater it was like swimming in Nemo's aquarium. I saw a marine angelfish, blowfish, parrot fishes, schools of fish and other sea creatures that I don't even know the name.

Eaglepoint will definitely be on my list of beaches to snorkel in. I love it here.

My Celebrity Lookalikes

2007-03-26T22:25:00.000+08:00

Yeah! I got Angelina Jolie! ^_^

GASP

2007-03-03T16:17:00.000+08:00

All I can really do is look behind glass windows and weigh the practicality and the un-practicality of buying this Fossil Watch.

It's 5K plus, and it looks really nice.

Sigh...

Happy Year of the PIG!!

2007-02-18T16:05:00.000+08:00

^-(oo)-^

I'm BOOPSIE?

2007-02-14T10:33:00.001+08:00

Boopsie
People Iced:	Forty Four
Car Bombs Planted:	Fourteen
Favorite Weapon	Shank
Arms Broken:	Four
Eyes Gouged:	Eleven
Tongues Cut Off:	Eleven
Biggest Enemy:	Rusty Rastelli
Get Your HITMAN Name AWSOME-GAME

Hope KIlls

2007-02-14T10:25:00.001+08:00

Seated at the back seat of the car on my way to work.

I was looking out the window when a jeepney came around fast in our direction.

It looked mean enough to hit but all I did was stare at it.

Hoping it wouldn't.

It swerved left.

It didn't hit.

But if it did, hope would have killed me in an instant.

It's a business

2007-02-13T10:23:00.000+08:00

And I'm beginning to hate it more and more.

I hate the expectations that go with it. LIke walking around with a trophy of roses on your arm and a proud look on your face, "Oh these? I'm just carrying it around for everyone to see."

The price increase that comes with buying only 3 pieces of roses at P375. Cupid & heart paper cutouts stuck on windows. Stuff toys that once bought will just occupy dead space in your room.

Maybe what I really hate most with all of it is that once a year I start expecting it too. LIke a disease that creeps to life every february. The more you try to ignore it the faster it eats you up. Clinging to every inch of womanliness in your body and shouting to be treated special. This is the time of the year when you invest in someone too much of your feelings, too much emotional imbalance, too much expectations that they just have to live up to it once a year. And if nothing even close to that happens, you become disappointed.

I hate it.

By the Power of Gayskull!

2007-02-07T09:59:00.000+08:00

Harvey's skull necklace.

Mano Po 6 ???

2007-02-07T09:57:00.000+08:00

I am a Water Witch!

2007-02-04T20:36:00.000+08:00

What kind of 'witch' are you?

You are a water witch. Beautiful and intuitive, you draw your power from the water. You can be tranquil and terrible at one and the same time and might be described as "moody." You appreciate literature and may be a poet/writer. Graceful and powerful as the water itself, the rest of us envy your ability to love and be loved by others.
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Now that would explain those anger blackouts...

2007-02-04T20:27:00.000+08:00

You are The Empress

Beauty, happiness, pleasure, success, luxury, dissipation.

The Empress is associated with Venus, the feminine planet, so it represents,
beauty, charm, pleasure, luxury, and delight. You may be good at home
decorating, art or anything to do with making things beautiful.

The Empress is a creator, be it creation of life, of romance, of art or business. While the Magician is the primal spark, the idea made real, and the High Priestess is the one who gives the idea a form, the Empress is the womb where it gestates and grows till it is ready to be born. This is why her symbol is Venus, goddess of beautiful things as well as love. Even so, the Empress is more Demeter, goddess of abundance, then sensual Venus. She is the giver of Earthly gifts, yet at the same time, she can, in anger withhold, as Demeter did when her daughter, Persephone, was kidnapped. In fury and grief, she kept the Earth barren till her child was returned to her.

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Photobooth Crazy

2007-02-04T20:23:00.000+08:00

heee...^_^

Noodling doodling

2007-01-03T14:44:00.000+08:00

Had a few hours free time and I just had to do something about those sketches I've been doodling in my idle time. ^_^

Magic Reunited

2006-12-19T16:02:00.000+08:00

After a really long time I finally get to see them again (well, minus clara and anton, they had appointments that night)

I Love You Shop Trip

2006-12-18T09:33:00.000+08:00

Went to I Love You Shop with Harvey and Aidon. Harvey wanted me to pick out a gift for his friend (who had the same taste as mine) So after picking out the gift, it turned out the gift was for me. Yeah, I'm sooo gullible when it comes to these sort of things. haha.

Love the art.

Thanks Harvs! Salbahe ka Aidon alam mo na pala di ka nagsasalita! haha ^_^

Outshine

2006-12-12T09:56:00.000+08:00

That's Peter under the overlighted christmas tree in Rockwell ^_^

One lucky pig!

2006-12-09T00:29:00.000+08:00

Woohoo! Our print ad won gold in LIAA (best in advocacy - print ; best in photography), Times and the Araw Values Awards. ^_^

Love it! ^____^

Congratulations and thank you to everyone involved, especially to the mother pig who was really cranky during the shoot and had to be relaxed by turning on the radio inside her pen. (Yes, the mother pig had a radio attached on the roof of her pen to keep her from angsting about pregnancy)

Finally, I get to post behind-the-scene photos of the location shoot and the other animals involved ^_^ From sex-crazed chickens to curious monkeys, the shoot became quite interesting over the poultry stench.

Pun-ny

2006-11-19T00:25:00.000+08:00

We needed virgin coconut oil for a shoot that we were doing. So our producer went out to find one and came back with a bottle with a weird pun attempt on its tag.

Breathing Space

2006-11-04T16:42:00.000+08:00

Harassed at work, I took my dad's offer to go to China during the Halloween break. We were to drop by Xiamen and then move to Shanghai and then to Hangzhou all in a span of one week. Quite an exhausting trip for a week's break, but it's way better than getting stuck in at home thinking and worrying about deadlines. At least in China whenever I get deadline-phobia I won't have my laptop with me. ^_^

Again, I forgot to bring a decent camera. X____X

We were greeted by a very hygenic toilet in Xiamen airport. Just push the button and the plastic lining goes whrrrrrrr.....Oh and NEVER touch the colourful button while sitting.

This is my second time in Shanghai and a lot has changed.

The horizon was highlighted by lighted buildings,

the tv tower and..

oh yes, advertising.

even on boats there's huge LED billboards.

It felt like Vegas with all the neon lights popping around Nanjing Road.

Along Nanjing road, there's a really nice chopstick shop where they sell pencil -looking chopsticks ^_^ Cute.

We also checked-out Starbucks there. They have almost the same menu except its translated in chinese, but the crew speaks english ^_^

We were just in time for Shanghai crab season (Hairy crab). This thing is delicious, it's juicy and fat and when served you get a whole crab to yourself. Yum!

Near our motel (Motel 168), there's a place named "FEELING BAR." hehe

We went around Shanghai in cabs. Behind the driver, there's a rules and regulations list. It says "Passengers are not allowed to take a dump inside the taxi. Psychos are not allowed to get inside."

Next stop, Hangzhou, China, a two-hour trip north of Shanghai. We had to wait literally in the middle of the street for dad's friend's friend to pick us up.

From the busy Shanghai, Hangzhou takes you down to a more relaxed atmosphere. The energy a little more slower with more gardens and wildlife.

Every province in China has a shopping district, the one in Hangzhou was full of really interesting stuff.

They even had one of the first types of moving entertainment where you peek into holes inside a cabinet type box and the owner tells you a story. Inside you see paintings that are shifted around to create a story.

We went in to see an old chinese herbal clinic. Lots of jugs and drawers full of herbs.

And at the end of every shopping district , there's McDonald's.

We ended out Hangzhou trip with lunch right before our ride back to the airport in Shanghai. It's a nice restaurant with great interior and they even had a stage where a masked man would perform and switch from one mask to another while only tilting his head. ^_^

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Back in Xiamen, two days before going back to Manila. I found a japanese doll as an endorser on the billboard.

^_^

Seeing Dots

2006-10-07T16:59:00.000+08:00

Mooncake day came.

We were allotted two rounds each. One round for hopia and another for cash.

Having had a close win in Bingo yesterday, I was quite excited. Apart from eating hopia in between games, it was fun to see everyone happy and excited with the whole mooncake feast.

Just in case you don't know the rules of the game, here is a short (and confusing) summary.

It is very much a game of chance. If you're lucky enough you win the major prize. The hopia round has one helluva first prize hopia 12-inch in diameter. The cash round's first prize is P1,000 and lady luck for the year. The objective is to throw six dices into a bowl. The goal is to get as much 4's per dice (that's the side with four red dots - the most number of red dots in each dice) A set thrown with one visible 4, gives you the lowest prize (a really small hopia, or P20) the most number of 4's visible in the set the bigger the prize. Four dice with 4s on them gives you first prize, but if another player gets 5 4's he gets the first prize instead of you. There isn't any consolation prize. All 6 dice with 4's on them, get you the largest prize and if you're greedy, you also get to decide if you want to have all the prizes won by everyone else. The game isn't over if no one wins the first prize.

The best strategy here is to get as much 4's possible in each throw, that gives you more prizes (even if it's smaller, accumulated it still gets you the equivalent of the first prize hehe).

First round turned out average for my haul. I got several really small hopia pieces (which never reach the end of the game) and some 5th prize sizes. I wasn't really expecting much on the hopia round, I really didn't want to bring all those hopia home anyway. And I was hoping to get a larger amount in the cash round...hey, who doesn't?

So there I was middle of the second round with only 20 pesos to my name. So much for luck. It wasn't really with me during the second round...

Or so I thought.

As the game progressed, I was still stuck with my 20 peso win, while everyone else had 100 plus pesos. The only prize left on the table was the first prize. No one was throwing a first prize combination. Everyone got bored waiting for the first prize throw, so I decided on my turn to spice things up by coaxing everyone to cheer before I throw (this came from the fact that from the total wins, I was the biggest loser with only P20 haha).

The weird part was that the moment I threw the dice, I got 4 4's which means I won the jackpot first prize.

Maybe lady luck was with me the whole time. ^_^

Holding On To My Luck

2006-10-06T16:34:00.000+08:00

A day before our annual mooncake festival, I decided to test my luck with Bingo. A trial run of sorts, just to check if I'd win something the next day. It is said that if you win the biggest prize on the Mooncake Festival, something big will come, great news to be exact. And I needed good news. A lot of it. My angst meter has been going up and down and is at a very critical level lately. So luck, even a little bit would be a great help.

So, armed with junk food and a little pen that I bought from a convenience store at the same floor, I was out on a luck quest hehe.

Two hours and a pile of bingo cards later. No such luck.

It was getting kind of frustrating, but I was also enjoying looking at the "professional" bingo players around me. Some would buy a whole set of cards and would have those large cylindrical markers in different colors to mark it with. Some even had a mini bingo computer to use as a kind of statistical measuring thingie. It was weird the things people come up with just to face-off with lady luck. In there, bingo became a business.

A few minutes later, the last game was called. It had a cash prize of 50,000 pesos. Not bad for a risk of 50 bucks, the price of the last bingo card.

So on the game went, double-checked the numbers until I realized I had only ONE number that was unshaded! 27. Erg. Wishing so bad that it would be called that I wasn't really concentrating on the prize money but on how I would shout "BINGO!" in front of all these people.

From a range of expressions, my mind trailed off a dozen ways to shout "bingo." Would it be as shy as "bingo..." or as alarming as "BINGGGGOOOOOO!!!" Should I prolong the O's? Or should would it be better to prolong the I's?? Would it be weird if I did a little dance after "Bingo!"? Or should I just sit quietly after the word and smile to the people around me...

A little after that, someone already shouted BINGO!!!!! The person sitting on the same row as my table haha.

Ah well, I had fun anyway.

Morphed

2006-08-13T00:56:00.000+08:00

There are days when I'm glad to be born with high cheek bones and chinky eyes.

Playing around with the Face Transformer, thanks to kitty , I found it's harder for east asian features to look "good" as caucasians and or afro-caribeans. We just lack the right features to pull it through (at least for me). O.o

And they wonder why no one's buying!

2006-08-13T00:36:00.000+08:00

This is by far the weirdest siopao cart brand I've ever seen.

Feathers on my bed

2006-08-10T12:12:00.000+08:00

Find your own pose!

Bentosa-ed!

2006-08-06T01:24:00.000+08:00

I feel like a person from the Matrix.

The Bentosa treament left varying round bruises on the length of my back. Was it painful? hell yeah. The suction cups felt like they were stripping away my skin. But after everything else, after they take away the glass from your back, you feel so light. It's great for anyone one with back pains. A few minutes more and you'll blush up, that just means your blood has circulated.

If you're happy, but you're bored, cut your hair!

2006-08-06T01:21:00.000+08:00

Got a haircut from an artsy shop in Makati Ave called I Love You Shop (between aberdeen court and government). I highly recommend it for anyone who's sick of their old look and would love and not think twice of getting a new one. I didn't take pictures of the interior, just to make you curious hehe.

What will they think of next?

2006-08-06T01:19:00.000+08:00

Odd pantyliners...very odd.

She was never ours

2006-08-06T00:58:00.000+08:00

A flash of white and a pained scream.

July 25th, a large thud sounded near my father's room. He came out to check and saw a white bird. Asking the driver to catch it, the large white bird turned out to be a cockatoo. A frightened one at that. It bite through our driver's hand as he held the large bird. He was trying to pull the beaks apart.

15 minutes later, they found a dog cage that fits it perfectly. I got home after a shoot at about 10:30pm to find a fan of feathers laying on the floor in front of our main door. I searched around, there must a bird somewhere. My mom saw me and told me that the bird was out back in the cage. So I went to check it, it was shaking and hissing, frightened about its unfamiliar environment.

I tried to calm it down by covering the cage with a large cloth and by speaking to it.

In the morning, Swelte/Gutter/Dizzy/Gloria (few of the many names we were thinking of giving it) recognized me and danced. I fell in love with the bird. She quite smart, she even tried to pull my finger nearer to her just to grab the food I'm holding.

Three days after, someone started calling out "Petra" in the streets. The bird cawed. Then our doorbell rang, someone lost a bird. After that the rest was history.

Petra returned to her owner (someone who lives 2 houses away from ours) shortly after. I last saw her looking at me from afar while the cage was being carried away. I hope she's well taken cared of wherever she is, if not, she's always welcome to drop by our house. ^_^

And so it continues...what be the story of...

2006-07-22T11:56:00.000+08:00

Taken from dodo's blog and saved me from a weekend of boredom.

. . . your name
I was branded the day I was born. Having three names, all of them have strong Initial links to my parents and my grandparents.

Trisha came from my dad, who's named Tedwin. Maryan came from my grandparents, Maria and Yan Hong, thus MarYan. I was the first daughter after 3 generations so that's how I got the name. While Jenise, from my Mom who is named Joan.

. . .your parents
They met through a common friend. Although mom said she already saw dad in those highschool sports meet back then. She a cheerleader and dad, one of the jocks from the other team.

. . .your last birthday
depressed but thankful.

. . .your first love
Years back. first year college. Ironically my first love was also my first big mistake.

. . .your room
Oh god, PINK and cluttered! It was my mom's idea, she being the conservative interior designer of the house, I wasn't allowed to argue that she wanted the girls room painted pink and the boys room blue 10 years ago. urgh. Tried to change it a couple of times, from lavender to orange and earth colors, but we would have to sleep somewhere else until the paint dried. So I settled for paintings. Lots of em to cover up the pink walls. I fell in love with chinese paintings, dreamcatchers, glow in the dark stars... yes cluttered.

. . .last Christmas
quite the merry usual. got fat, went to church, opened gifts, drank alcohol and slept.

. . .your last valentines
my first rose from Peter (you know how it goes...girl tells boy she doesn't need flowers, boy believes her for years, girl gets angsty on valentine's day, so boy finally gets it and buys her flowers....and so on)

. . .your current clothes
Blue shorts and gray sports jacket.

. . .the 1st time you saw your crush
speechless, stunned, clumsy, weird, you name it I had it, first highschool crush.

. . . you and your best friend
She's now in singapore. Sigh. I miss her.

. . .the last place you went to
Binondo, Royalty Massage...I got myself Bentosa-ed!

. . .the last time you cried
At the office, frustrated about something, but now I forgot what it was.

. . .your greatest achievement so far
meron ba? haha. I never thought about it and I won't think about it. It all ends when you recognize an achievement, and you cling to it so much that you forget to strive for more.

. . .the last movie you watched
The Producers on DVD. Funny.

Popular Popcorns

2006-06-29T14:50:00.000+08:00

People are popcorn-crazed these days. It's the official snack of the month. We get it during meetings, some people bring a pack and share it to everyone on meriendas. Even at home, my mom surprisingly brought 10 microwavable popcorn packs for everyone. ^_^

Dog Dreaming

2006-06-29T14:41:00.000+08:00

Shih-tzus are fun. But this dog is way better. It's a weimariner. I love the gray eyes and the gray coat, very subtle yet unique colors for a dog.

Labor of Love

2006-06-29T03:20:00.000+08:00

I'm a Voltes V baby and I never got to know Mazinger Z. Apparently my boyfriend does and I just found out he's close to crazy about Mazinger Z. That gave me a bright idea (well on that day, at least).

I planned on getting him an action figure, but when I asked around for the price, it costs 3K plus for a full-metal Mazinger Z. So I settled for one of those assemble-your-own-robot types that cost half the price of the full-metal action figure. Quite an ambitious project for someone who never tried to assemble robots in the first place.

When I finally got the free time to do it, I opened the box and out came frames of plastic pieces waiting to be linked to each other. I was overwhelmed by the abundance of parts and by the instruction pamphlet. It was unnerving to see how much you'll have to learn to do and you only have one chance to get it right.

My first task was the tiny red plane on the top of his head. The wings had to bend and they were supposed to be interlocked to the center part. So as I was detaching one of the wings from the frame, the joint broke. Blech. It a good thing mom keeps a stash of mighty bond around the house. It saved the plane.

A couple of hours later, I was progressing. Having done the head and the torso, the limbs were next. And these were the harder parts, I had to assemble a firing arm using a spring. The same thing happened when I was detaching the blue shield from the frame, the plastic vibrated as I cut one part and the firing joint fell off. Leaving the plastic fist stuck on the frame. Argh.

After hours of struggling with the parts and thoughts about becoming a masseuse (you had to have strong fingers to lock parts together, gaps between parts should be avoided, else it wouldn't fit into the other parts), I finally finished it!

Looks good for my first attempt at assembling hehe. My only problem after spending hours of labor on it, it's harder to part with it. sigh. I guess this is how a parent feels like. haha.

Anyway, to get over that feeling, I had a photo frenzy and gave it to him after. Yey!

Kadenang Dugo

2006-06-29T03:18:00.000+08:00

Punyeta, ba kamo?

Sarili mong anak, punyeta tawag mo?

Dahil ba nahuli nanaman sa pinananaginipan mong tamang oras?

O dahil gusto mong ipakita na mahal mo siya?

Para kang nagpapatawa.

Pero ako, hindi na ako natatawa.

Ang katotohanan, nakakalungkot,

nalululungkot ako sa pagkatao mo.

Wala kang respeto sa iba.

Kung sabagay sarili mong asawa

hindi mo nga nirespeto,

anong pang karapatan ko para hingiin yun sayo.

Tiningalaan ka noong araw,

Inilagay sa pedestal,

Ngunit nang mamulat,

Nagiba ng tuluyan ang mataas mong pinaglagyan

Sayang.

Sayang lang.

Inabot mo na sana ang langit.

Kaso maspinili mo ang imbiyerno.

Sino ka ba?

Sino ka ba para walang hiyain ang nararamdaman ng iba?

Ang dami mo nang nasaktan,

Hanggang ngayon wala ka paring natutunan.

Asan na yung mga kaibigan mo?

Wala nang natira sa kanila.

Magbago ka muna ng ugali

Baka sakaling may pag-asa ka pa.

May mga oras na mahal kita,

Kadalasan lang nga wala ka.

Masmabuti pang hindi kita nakikita,

Mas hinahanap ka pa.

Ang higpit mong itinali

Itong kadenang dugo.

Kailan mo kaya ako papakawalan?

Bukas. Samakalawa. O wag nang umasa pa?

Eye-catching Icon

2006-06-29T03:13:00.000+08:00

Saw this in Robinson's Galleria theater 4. ^_^

Sometimes I wish I was Japanese...

2006-06-23T14:18:00.000+08:00

..if only I could understand how they come up with great storylines.

Here are some Japanese movies I would love to see.

Based from the Manga, they are coming out with a live action movie for Deathnote. And because this is the first time I've seen this movie, I've taken a synopsis of the manga from Mangadownload. They would explain it better than I would.

•Deathnote follows the story of a boy who discovers a means to easily kill people and his desire to use this power to rid the world of evil, creating a "better world" of his choosing. This boy, called "Kira" by the rest of the world, meets his match in an equally brilliant and mysterious figure, called "L," who makes it his mission to discover the identity of Kira and punish him for his crimes. The story weaves itself around the manipulations of both of these characters as each tries to finish ahead of the other in a struggle between the preservation of humanity as it is and the creation of a new humanity controlled by Kira.•

Another movie is Hinokio. It came out last year, I wonder if they have the DVD in Makati Cinema Square. That would really make my day. The synopsis below I've taken from Moviexclusive.

•HINOKIO is not a movie about robots. It is a story of the heart, of using a remotely controlled robot that can interface with the real world to restore the relationships that had become broken, to build bonds between a boy and a girl, a boy and his father.

Satoru, a heartbroken boy who had withdrawn into his room, who uses a remotely controlled robot called HINOKIO as a next-generation communication tool that provides him with a window on the world. Using that robot ‘tool’, Satoru is able to make progress by taking his first cautious, fearful steps out into the outside world… steps taken from within his ‘digital cocoon’. Still, he does go to school, find fellowship and through an encounter with a girl, is able to reconnect and feel once again the sensation of warm human touch.

Satoru eventually seeks to directly experience the world and activates the robot’s sensation mode, exposing himself to mortal threat. The girl Jun, risks all by taking action in an attempt to rescue him. This movie is not just about humans considering each other with warm affections; it is a movie that, through the conduct of humans finding love, asks the very question “What is it to be alive?”•

Lurking

2006-06-23T14:15:00.000+08:00

Very nice and expensive shoes from Ed Hardy

My Tribute

2006-06-22T18:19:00.000+08:00

Last Wednesday, the Philippine Insurer's Club gave a tribute to my late grandfather. I never realized he wrote seven books on insurance, I always thought it was fewer than that. Then again, seven books would be an easy task for someone who graduated from Journalism. The books eventually became "textbooks" of the insurance industry.

The lunch event was held at the Manila, Peninsula. While seated with some relatives, I couldn't help but notice the blue program in front of me. A surge of pride came up as I read the program containing my grandfather's name. My mind drifted to thoughts about the insurance industry and if I had the patience to thoroughly understand how the whole thing works.

I saw a vivid image of my grandfather, months after the stroke that paralyzed the right side of his body, writing his way through a yellow pad, left-handed. He was right-handed, but the stroke challenged him to continue with what he loved doing. He wrote in english and he could still write in chinese. His handwriting still flawless.

I occasionally passed by his desk during the time he was undergoing therapy. His collection of Reader's Digest magazines had marked words. The most recent issue would always be on top of a large dictionary, the marked words would be unknown words and he had an undying habit of referring the words to the dictionary.

Back when encyclopedias were the only source of information, he had a library that was also a mahjong room. I would always work my way in there, lusting after his hard-bound books. The walls were filled with photos of himself and his business associates, his diploma and certificates of his achievements. He even translated a book of Philippine Fables to chinese. He had a large collection of Rizalian books, I would like to believe he was a "fan."

Today the room was sadly transformed into a storage hold. Without a writer in the house, the books slowly diminished and were given away to the different families and to whoever wanted to keep it. The insurance books stayed behind though. Until yesterday, they too were donated to the libraries of different insurance companies.

Last night, we celebrated his second year death anniversary, catholic style. We already celebrated it a month ago the "Chinese way" - via the temple and buddhism. Two different dates for his second year. Two celebrations for a man who accomplished so much in his lifetime. I still miss him. I never had the chance to converse with him. Our relationship was composed of a dozen greetings, a distant granddaughter-grandfather relationship. It's during these moments I wished I was born earlier, born not from the same family, but as a friend or colleague wherein I would have known him from a different perspective.

End-of-Days after the end of days

2006-06-19T14:40:00.000+08:00

I've recently read a book by Sheri Tepper, an author Leigh recommended during those fourth-floor breaks we usually have. It's a good read, very thought-provoking and at some points very "real." The story is a mixture of fantasy and religion and boasts of well-crafted characters. I held a very strong and vivid image of Disme (lead character) in my head throughout the whole book. Although not as gripping as some of the books I've read, the interesting world she created, the personalities and the turn of events kept me reading it.

Below is an excerpt from the book that holds true to me:

"...humans are cheap in holding their gods so cheap they peck at them like pigeons, constantly intruding upon them with prayer! Prayer from all sides of every conflict, prayer before each contest, during every issue. Private prayer, public prayer, shepherded prayer baa-ed from congregation, sports prayer before games, prayer parroted and prayer spontaneous, endless instructions to god, endless...plockutta."

"Intercede for me and solve my problems; give me; grant me; hear the words I'm saying; suspend the laws of nature in this instance; cure her; save him; don't let them; listen to me; do this!' " The Visitor sighed. "Beneath it, one hears devil's laughter."

"Devils?"

"Each race creates its own devils. You had so many that they specialized. Devils of racial hatred, devils of greed and violence. Devils who killes their own people in orgies of blood. Devils who bombed school buses, devils who bombed other devils. I got to know every one of them by name..."

"...The Real One doesn't even perceive words. If IT did, imagine what IT would have to listen to! The Real One sees only the pattern of what is, where it begins and where it comes to rest. The only prayer IT perceives is action."

"An example from your old world...A child being shot and everyone weeping. What does the Real One see? IT sees the maker and making of a device that kills; the device itself, the sellingg of the device that kills, the buying of the device that kills, the placement of it near the child, the occurence, the death. Only actions enter the pattern the Real One sees. What is. What was done. IT perceives neither intentions nor remorse."

"What is, is! Reality. Nature. The laws of a Universe that contains all things. Expansion and coontraction, matter and anti-matter, light and dark, joy and sorrow, ecstacy and horror, supernovas and black holes, euphoria and pain, governing and politics life and death. All the goads and all the stumbling blocks that force intelligence to grow by conquering."

"Conquering what?"

"Anything. Stink, or disease, or hatred. Pain, bugs, or brambles. The shortness of life or the frailty of age."

"Why not just leave those things out?"

"It's been tried. If you give a being only feelgood-joylife, nothing happens. Dinosaurs lived here for hundreds of millions of years in feelgood-joylife, and at the end of it they had conquered nothing. Sixty-five million years ago, I judged they'd had long enough, so I brought an asteroid to start things over..."

• • •

"Intelligent races always worship something. It's a kind of yearning that intellect has, to see and worship the eventual goal. It may not always go after the truth, but it always wants a story. People start out with magic, and turn that into religion, and then, if they don't go on to worship the Real One, they settle for a temporary godlet like me, or for any one of a thousand convenient devils. You can tell which by the actions. Those who worship the Real One are problem-solvers. They experiment and pay attention to the result in order to see what's good, what's bad. They work to give every person and creature the good stuff, variety, food, space, cleanliness; and they do it because sane, healthy creatures exposed to complex environments conquer better! They work to eliminate the bad stuff like pollution, extinctions, overpopulation, weapons, because sick starving creatures in impoverished and threatened environments don't conquer at all..."

- The Visitor, Sheri S. Tepper

What's wrong with this picture?

2006-06-14T01:16:00.000+08:00

I think the service crew was half-awake when they set the table ^_^

Service Jinx

2006-06-14T01:09:00.001+08:00

It all started when I arrived an hour too early.

I was asked to pick up a t-shirt from People are People, it was supposed to be a gift for a cousin on his birthday.

We reserved it Sunday afternoon for a next morning pick-up. Because the size we requested wasn't available in the Shangri-La branch, they had to pull out the size from the Megamall branch and deliver it to Shang.

It was 10 am. An hour early for Shangri-La's opening time. I thought that I could save time by going directly to Megamall and see if the shirt hasn't been delivered yet so I could purchase it there instead of waiting till 11am for Shangri-La to open.

10:30am. People are People, Megamall branch.

Went inside and asked the supervisor if the shirt was still there or was already delivered to Shang. They told me it was brought there Sunday night. I thought: how efficient! No problem I'll just go back and pick it up there anyway. Looking around the store, this branch was loaded with more shirt designs compared to Shang's. I had the option to pick another shirt out right there in Megamall, but held back because we had a prior arrangement with Shang, I had to respect it at least.

So there I was walking back to Shang on a hot morning. I even passed by a flattened decaying rat in the gutter. But I was content to know that the day will be productive (I am the type who has a checklist whenever I go to the mall. Yes, to some, it's called obsessive-compulsive, but to me, I just like the feeling of ticking the boxes one by one and finishing the list in a day.).

When I got to the boutique, I asked the cashier if they had the shirt and that I was ready to pick it up. She just gave a dumbstruck look and searched for the supervisor. Apparently, they told me the shirt wasn't there and that they didn't know where it was. I told them I just came from megamall and they told me the shirt was here.

They didn't apologize to me about it nor did they try to appease my boiling rage.

So during the series of phone calls from People are People store supervisor in Shang and Megamall and too frustrated to even say anything to them and wary from saying anything impulsive that I might regret, I walked out. Thinking that maybe if I walked it off, I'd forget about the whole scenario and eventually move on and try to look for a new gift.

After briskly walking through the whole floor, I was on the brink of an outburst. Walking it off didn't do me any good (which is surprising because it usually works on my sudden emotional rush.).

Now, I was ready for Round 2.

I stormed into the shop, put on my don't-mess-with-me-or-hell-will-break-lose voice and demanded to speak with the manager. The store supervisor nonchalantly told me that the manager wasn't here, so I asked decently for the contact number, but she still insisted on telling me that I won't be able to contact them today. I told her that it wasn't her business on when I was to call her manager, and to just write the number down on paper plus her name and the name of megamall's supervisor.

Still she didn't apologize.

She then told me that no one informed her of the pull out - a rather stupid reason to point out especially when you are the store supervisor. So I asked her if she was the supervisor (seeing the title from her ID made it so much easier), she said yes. (Aha! you're trapped!! MWAHAHAHA!!) So I told her that it is her responsibility as a supervisor to be on top of everything.

Only then did she apologize to me about the whole scenario. But she quickly followed it up with a "High-blood kasi kayo ma'am eh."

And that statement made all the difference. The damage was only about to begin.

I flared-up. She asked for it. Didn't I have the right to be mad about the whole thing? Weren't they the ones who committed to a morning delivery and failed to keep it? I buy a lot of clothes from People are People, I've even recommended them to some of my friends and convinced my conservative mom to buy clothes as gifts there...and this is the thanks I get? I was trying to keep my temper down the whole time, it's like trying to force a cap on an already highly pressurized pot. And all I get is an apology that's followed by an insensitive remark? Screw it.

Noticing the foreigner in the shop, I switched to English, increase my volume and spoke. I told them how this was the worst type of service I have ever encountered in any shop and how they handled the problem poorly. She then told me that she and a personnel from Megamall branch were neighbors and they left it at her house. And if I wanted to, they could have it delivered here, but I just had to wait for it. I told her that I had to walk from Shang to Megamall back and forth just to pick up something that isn't there in the first place and now you're asking me to wait. How ignorant.

I didn't have the time to wait, and I had other errands to run. She did ask me where I lived, possibly to have it delivered to my house, but it stayed a question and never materialized. They didn't offer to deliver it home.

Of course by that time, I had already lost my interest whatsoever about the shirt and getting even was my only option. So the only thing left for me to do was to take the manager's number and leave with a subtle threat.

So I did.

Now, I'm contemplating on whether to actually spend time to talk to the manager or not waste my time at all. ^_^

Caption boo-boo

2006-06-14T01:04:00.000+08:00

From afar, it's just your usual business section.

Upon closer inspection, you already know someone's in deep shit right now.

Chicken-duster

2006-06-14T00:58:00.000+08:00

My mac has a new friend. I'm calling him Egg.*

Hatched in China, Egg, one-fourth monitor cleaner and three-fourth chicken, was given to me by my sister. (I actually pestered her into it hehe.)

*Thanks to the book Adi lent me - The Hotel New Hamshire by John Irving, that name stuck to my head.

Luckier than Usual

2006-06-07T16:32:00.000+08:00

The day our most anticipated outing came , my luck was renewed. ^_^

If it wasn't for Jay, I would've experience the long drive to Batangas - the hard way.

And this included a hot and cramped bus that got exchanged for a bigger bus that eventually lost its route and overheated at the same time. Which was followed by a jeepney joyriding on a rather frustrating trip to La Luz on a flat tire.

I was saved.

[Jay, our savior; Neenu, our navigator; and backseat buddies Arnel and me]

The beach is the usual batangas beach with the usual gray (construction-like) and grainy sands. The cabanas and the lounge chairs made it look more appealing than its rawest form. Comparing the pictures from the Laluz website, the beach is quite photogenic, with the right lighting it can look like a beach in Puerto Galera.

[We got to lounge around in the cabana an hour earlier, while waiting for the others to reach Laluz.]

...

Attacked by laziness to blog specifically about the outing events, I'll just post some of the photos here, so you can see for yourself. ^_^

Shake it off!

2006-05-14T01:28:00.000+08:00

Took a 20 question quiz on depression. Here is the result.

Quiz results

Your score is: 20

You appear to be suffering from moderate depressive symptoms, commonly associated with depressive disorders.

You may be feeling hopeless and uninterested in life, eating or sleeping more or less than usual, and/or feeling less interest and pleaure in sex. But this illness may also cause other symptoms not easily recognized as depression, such as anxiety, irritability, agitation, or chronic indecisiveness. In other words, you can suffer a depression and not feel blue.

These symptoms appear to be causing you some noticeable signs of impairment and distress, and you would probably benefit from the attention of a trained mental health professional for further evaluation and a more comprehensive diagnosis.

***

I know I don't show it. But I am.

Only problem is, I don't know why.

It's been going on and off for months now. I am having a hard time shaking it off. Haunting me mostly at night, point in time I feel most vulnerable is when I'm alone in my head without anyone to talk to. But what is there to talk about when I don't have any idea what's making me feel so depressed.

At first I just thought it was all due to my bestfriend leaving for singapore. Months passed, it's still here as fresh as when it first pounced on me.

...

I think I'm going crazy...crispin, is that you?

A subtle reminder from Liwanag

2006-05-11T12:46:00.000+08:00

Read the last line.

Who in their right mind would eat wax???

Between Ice Cream and Pizza

2006-05-10T18:18:00.000+08:00

After my birthday dinner with the family at Nestle Creamery, we exited past the restaurant's computer cashier deck.

And something caught our eye.

Sitting amidst the food tabs inside the cashier monitor was a rather funny misplaced word.

26

2006-05-10T12:32:00.000+08:00

Twenty-six.

Nothing much has changed.

Well, nothing as significant as marriage.

Or a change of country.

Mostly, the same person I was a year ago.

Minus 15 pounds (yey!)

Only older.

But at least I'm still counted under "mid-twenties." heh.

^__^

Sesame Street Sneakers

2006-05-10T12:28:00.000+08:00

Found these really cool (but expensive) sneakers in Shoe Salon the other day.

The Kermit sneaker is really cute and really green. If ony I hadn't bought my eco pillow (neck problems gah) I would've had enough money to get one of these.

Sorta cute but a bit too peach for my taste. ^_^

I so want one of these...

2006-05-05T11:20:00.000+08:00

Meat-eating plants all in one terrarium. I'd love to have one but it's so expensive. And you can only get seeds from the set, with no guarantee that they'll grow into insect chomping greenery. Sigh.

They even have a brew your own rootbeer kit. @_____@

Check out other fun geeky stuff at Scientifics Online

Hmm...

2006-04-28T17:58:00.000+08:00

*~Which Neil Gaiman book are you?~*

You are Coraline! You are quirky, strange, and charming. Some people may find you a little alarming and not always get you... But they can piss off, right? You are the kind of person who always needs to be entertained, otherwise you get uncomfortable. You probably still enjoy everything you did when you were little, such as childrens books and Disney movies. Youre fun to be around and are usually the life of the party.
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2006-04-26T16:23:00.000+08:00

He's all mine.

After a week of contemplation, I finally bought it. My own posable Sephiroth action figure. (And for those who don't know him, he's the villian from Final Fantasy VII-Advent Children)

Setting him near my Naruto figurines, seems a bit off. But that's the only space I have, so it'll have to do. I just love the detail and the jacket (it's made out of soft plastic!!!).

I'm targeting Cloud next.

Pork Loving Ants

2006-04-26T11:36:00.000+08:00

I shot this using my w800 on a fishing trip in Cavite. We had sisig for lunch. The ants had the leftovers right after.

Mwahahahahahaha

2006-04-26T11:29:00.000+08:00

I finally have an ANBU mask!!!

Doggy Role playing

2006-04-26T10:46:00.000+08:00

They bought these from China. Apparently, doggy clothes are cheaper there.

Andre in his hip-hop mood.

Sarsi feeling all reggae.

Domesticated

2006-04-23T17:50:00.000+08:00

In a span of two weeks, I think I've managed to erase away a year of my life.

And, I'm blaming it on home-stress.

I officially became head-of-the-household when both my parents went to China for two weeks. One parent going there isn't a problem, it's even an advantage for my social life when dad is the only one leaving. But both? Man, I had to run all the errands. And waking up at 6 am everyday including weekends, sucks. The next time both of them leave, I'm coming with them.

We run a rather complicated household. One that consists of a few dozen locks on our gate, a dozen more on our main door, and a few more around the house. I had to carry two sets of keys just to get in and out of the house. My bag is heavier because of it, and I fumble every now and then figuring out which key goes to which lock. I keep telling them that if (God forbid) a fire starts inside the house, we'd all be roasted near the main door holding our keys. But my dad would usually say it's all for our own "security," and while he'd insist on calling it that, I'd call it "paranoia."

My two-week calendar of errands included buying flowers, doing the groceries, scheduling drivers, giving out salaries, locking and unlocking doors, aquarium cleaning (For one thing, I'm not attracted to pet fish, so cleaning it and not trusting the maids to do a good job is exhausting, not to mention the rashes I got from doing it.), reserving my sister's college slot, and a lot of other small but relevant stuff. Quite easy tasks comprising of tick boxes and such, at least that's what I thought.

It turned out that list of things to do took time, more time than what I projected. And a lot of other factors depended on it like schedules, people and my working hours.

Speaking of people, the first day my parents left, our househelp didn't cook dinner for us. They even woke up later than I did and were slower than usual. I am usually patient and I hate pushing people around, but it seemed like I was the one being pushed to my limit. So at times I'd have to transform into the devil just to get them to move. I even had to "confiscate" their TV as punishment for waking up late consecutively and not serving breakfast on time, the way they used to when mom was around.

I found myself grumbling during my morning coffee breaks at the office. Angsty about the morning's affair with the infamous househelps and other unreasonable people I'd have to deal with (like the newspaper boy, but that's another story). I also found it harder to leave the house for a night out, my mind wanders away and I keep thinking if I locked the doors right or if everyone's safe.

I've instanly turned into my parents.

Argh.

Fast forward to today. They're are finally back from China. I'm so relieved. Managing the house isn't going to be my job anymore. At least not until they leave again and I have no choice but to stay.

Religion hopping

2006-03-30T13:44:00.000+08:00

Your beliefs most closely resemble those of Buddhism. Do more research on Buddhism and possibly consider becoming Buddhist, if you are not already.

In Buddhism, there are Four Noble Truths: (1) Life is suffering. (2) All suffering is caused by ignorance of the nature of reality and the craving, attachment, and grasping that result from such ignorance. (3) Suffering can be ended by overcoming ignorance and attachment. (4) The path to the suppression of suffering is the Noble Eightfold Path, which consists of right views, right intention, right speech, right action, right livelihood, right effort, right-mindedness, and right contemplation. These eight are usually divided into three categories that base the Buddhist faith: morality, wisdom, and samadhi, or concentration. In Buddhism, there is no hierarchy, nor caste system; the Buddha taught that one's spiritual worth is not based on birth.

Buddhism

88%

Satanism

71%

atheism

67%

Islam

63%

Hinduism

58%

agnosticism

58%

Christianity

54%

Judaism

54%

Paganism

50%

Which religion is the right one for you? (new version)
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Fishy

2006-03-21T14:36:00.000+08:00

You scored as Mermaid. Mermaid: Mermaids are also known as Sirens. These creatures were beautiful women who tricked sailors into becoming completely entranced by their haunting voices and found death soon after. Not all stories of Mermaids are about gentle loving sea people. They are mystical, magical, and extremely dangerous. They have a way about them that brings anyone they are around to seem enchanted. They are very mysterious creatures and to meet one... Would mean certain Death. Let the song of the Sea fill your soul, for you are a Mermaid.

Mermaid

75%

Angel

75%

Faerie

67%

Dragon

59%

WereWolf

42%

Demon

33%

What Mythological Creature are you?
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Two for the price of One

2006-03-17T18:28:00.000+08:00

Feeling the urge to shop, I suddenly found myself at Rockwell. I just HAD to buy something. Anything. A shirt, maybe, a pair of pants, anything new to wear. And to add a little more pressure, I was also timing myself for a very short shopping trip of 1 1/2 hours to make it in time for a 2pm meeting back at the office.

So there I was in Zara, after fitting several shirts, I finally found one with a nice pirate design printed in gold. But I still had this weird feeling that I had to get 2 shirts or buy something else in order to get that sense of shopping accomplishment. So my next stop was Topshop...until I got sidetracked by Shoe Salon.

I fell in love with this really nice looking pair of converse high-tops. @_@

Urgh. Rockwell is EVIL. Oh well, at least I got my "high". hehe.

When I got back to the office, I excitedly showed Fabo, our in-house sneaker expert, the new shoes. He liked it and even tied the shoelaces the RIGHT way. (I didn't know there was even a RIGHT way to tie your laces!) After that, he turned his attention to my old pink converse (I was also wearing it the same day) and turned it into a canvas. Yey!

This is how it looks like now. Thanks Fabo! ^_^

Hi! Hi! Puffy AmiYumi

2006-03-17T15:56:00.000+08:00

Getting Fabo into this Yumi costume is hardwork. He had to put on the arms first before the dress, the leggings didn't fit, and we had some trouble with the pom-poms on her head (that's why she has only one, the other kept falling out).

em-em anyone?

2006-03-13T15:29:00.001+08:00

Now instead me meme-ing about myself, I'll let you "meme" about me. hehe.

YIN:

Just click on this 3sh's Johari and pick out 5 words that describes me or you can the view chart.

I got this from Lerry. It's a Johari Window. And because I'm too lazy to explain it myself, I'll just grab the definition from wikipedia:

"A Johari window is a metaphorical tool intended to help people better understand their interpersonal communication and relationships. It is used primarily in self-help groups and corporate settings as a heuristic exercise. Terms selected only by the participant, but not by any of their peers, are placed into the Façade quadrant, representing information about the participant of which their peers are unaware. It is then up to the participant whether or not to disclose this information. Terms that are not selected by the participant but only by their peers are placed into the Blind Spot quadrant. These represent information of which the participant is not aware, but others are, and they can decide whether and how to inform the individual about these "blind spots". Terms which were not selected by either the participant or their peers remain in the Unknown quadrant, representing the participant's behaviors or motives which were not recognized by anyone participating. This may be because they do not apply, or because there is collective ignorance of the existence of that trait."

YANG:

The Johari-being a positive trait chart should be balanced out with the Nohari Window. So here's mine ^_^ Same goes, pick 5 words from 3sh's Nohari or view it here. ^___^

Everyone's tagged. hehe.

There's a rat in the family

2006-02-28T10:06:00.000+08:00

It's rather late to blog about our "new" pet. I keep putting off blogging these days, rendering a blogging-by-bulk nature -- collecting bloggable thoughts and photos in my head and not posting it right away. Thus hatching outdated blogs in the process. Lately, sitting in front the computer seems to automatically equal to "work" and doing absolutely nothing on my free time is the sanest thing to do.

Back to Machu Pichu. My sister named her after the new history lesson she learned. It is such a big name for a very, very small siberian hamster. Oh, and she's really fat nowadays due to the seed-diet-with-no-exercise-wheel we give her. Heh.

I've always thought of hamsters as feisty little creatures who only think about escaping its safe cage. One funny thing I like about them is their motivation to go forward, whether its holes, tunnels, wheels, cracks, even your alternating hand.

From murderous hamsters to back-flipping ones, Machu Pichu is the most well-dispositioned hamster we've had. And thanks to our cousin Vincent, our furry pet is now luxuriously living in a mansion of a Habitrail. ^_^

Half-day Jeers

2006-02-24T17:48:00.000+08:00

The escalating rallies throughout the Metro gave us the half-day off work. So on my way home I came upon waves of rallyists passing by Mandaluyong going to Makati.

Here are a few shots I took in the car.

I love the way the national flags came out in the photo. I never realized the emotional pride that goes into seeing a group of national flags together. From inside the car, it already made me feel proud, what more for the people who were carrying it.

The only setback I had was when I realized that the crowd will be rallying against yet another Philippine President. I am not a GMA-fan, but I'm not a rally-fan either. I find constant rallies annoying and I detest politics. A lot of posing, lies, deceit and manipulation goes into it. With egos crashing into each other, I doubt any kind of solution will surface.

Now that is one huge toilet paper

2006-02-23T21:57:00.000+08:00

Funky Pirated Vans

2006-02-22T16:30:00.000+08:00

This is how we relax at the office on a busy afternoon. ^_^

Look closer

2006-02-11T22:12:00.000+08:00

During a shoot day at Alabang Town Center, I noticed something peculiar with this lamp post. Upon closer inspection this is what I saw staring down at us.

It's Joey's Fault !

2006-02-08T11:37:00.000+08:00

Which Gackt are you most like?

quiz by mcvarmazi

You are the final appearance of Gackt as a Malice Mizer member.
"Le Ciel" has an ethereal, slightly eerie, but extremely beautiful melody with very powerful lyrics. Gackt's vocal and lyrical talents are at its best in this song.
Even the music video is memorable, probably one of Malice Mizer's best during their Gackt period. All of the members are almost godlike, with a very graceful state about them, and are wearing possibly some of the coolest visual kei outfits in all of jrock... just mind the fingernails.

~~*_*~~

Still raw under the Moonchild spell. I surfed up this funny Which Gackt are you quiz. (Joey, "kasalanan mo ito!" haha.) But thank you for introducing me to Gackt, at least I have something new to surf about.

Judging from the photos I see of him around the internet, he is very unpredictable. A chameleon in more ways that one. The only ever-present accent he has are his eyeliners and contacts.

Moonchild is a Japanese movie. It's rather nicely done, the story is well told (compared to other Japanese-anime-like-with-real-people movies that I've seen) and the playing cast are really anime-like. Joey lent me the DVD mainly because of this crush I had with Taro Yamamoto, a Battle-Royale cast and he plays a character in Moonchild. But while watching I couldn't help noticing Gackt. He doesn't really have an overtly attractive manly-face, but it's more of the aura he carries. Women are goofs for mysterious looking guys. And with that trait around coupled with his androgynous features, seeing Gackt will soften you up (that is if you actually like men wearing make-up).

Wide-Eyed

2006-02-07T03:30:00.000+08:00

3:00 am.

I can't sleep.

Again.

I've already finished a pack of Toby's Mexican peanuts, 2 slices of cheese and 3 glasses of water.

I've clicked the tube on a few times, fed the player a nice movie, lied down on my bed, shut it off again, walked around the room, sat on my bed, patted my dog, played with Machu, tried reading a book, and rearranged my drawer.

And I still can't sleep. (0)_(0)

For the last couple of weeks, I've been feeling depressed lately. And the worst part is that I don't know the reason of my depression. Maybe the stars are just against me or maybe I just feel lonely.

(=_=)

2006-02-01T11:35:00.000+08:00

I wonder if being "medium" on almost everything is a good thing....

Greed:	Medium
Gluttony:	Medium
Wrath:	Medium
Sloth:	Medium
Envy:	Very Low
Lust:	Medium
Pride:	Medium

Take the Seven Deadly Sins Quiz

Happy Chinese New Year!

2006-01-29T11:29:00.000+08:00

Pre-February blog

2006-01-19T16:34:00.000+08:00

A very truthful and nicely written excerpt taken from The Sandman about love.

* * *

Love, it makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens your heart and it means someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses. You build up this whole armor, for years, so nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life... You give them a piec of you. They don't ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you, or smile at you, and then your life isn't your own anymore.

Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so a simple phrase like 'Maybe we should just be friends' or 'How very perceptive' turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It's a soul-hurt, a body-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain.

Nothing should be able to do that.

Especially not love.

- Rose Walker in The Sandman: The Kindly Ones

Vengeful Cutie

2006-01-15T01:44:00.000+08:00

Seeing that tomorrow we still had to continue the shoot from yesterday, I had to finish all my errands today.

And combing Andre was one of the harder tasks to be done. During the combing session, he'd cry out and try to jump off the high table.

So when we finished, we had an angsty dog and a fur covered owner (me). I think I must've accidentally dropped my earrings during that time, the one my Aunt gave from her trip to Egypt, the minute I noticed and started to look for it, Andre was already munching on something.

He was munching on this...or what's left of it. My Aunt will definitely kill me.

Shot down

2006-01-14T01:38:00.000+08:00

We were delayed.

Client had these last minute requests for the costumes and we were already shooting! They wanted the costumes changed for the 3rd time. They could've given us the peg for it during the pre-prod meeting but noooo, of course they didn't do that.

And this is the angst that came from it. Hmmm...not bad for an initial sketch. ^_^

Spun

2006-01-07T00:36:00.000+08:00

Tried out the new carnival at The Fort. Eurostar Carnival - they called it. It was a traveling carnival and has already been in and out of Japan, Hongkong, Australia, etc.

It isn't as big as I expected, it's roughly about one-third of Enchanted Kingdom. But it was a choice between Mini-golf or the carnival. The carnival won, hands down. You have to shell out P400, ride-all-you-can and it comes with a P50 food stub. And if you're feeling weak in the stomach just go for the P150 admission fee. Not bad for something new.

We were quite lucky enough to be there at the Grand Opening. They had a grand fireworks display and filipina can-can dancers (who were wearing yellow boy shorts under their skirts, tsk tsk >.<), a band, and a magician who performed the usual sword-in-the-box-with-assistant-inside skit.

Eurostar has at least 11 rides; 4 kiddie rides, and 7 adult rides. I skipped out on two adult rides. Just seeing how the ride worked made me sick to the stomach.

This is one of the rides I let pass. I'm not quite sure if I have the name correct, it's supposed to be called "The Flew." Nearing the height of the Ferris Wheel, there rests a set of 4 seats on each end of the pole. It starts by spinning you in the air and heightens the force by spinning the seats while you're doing a wide 360- it's a double 360 at that.

Another ride I chickened out of was called "The Hanger." Its basic shape is that of Anchors Away at Enchanted, but with a slight twist - not only does it swing front and back , but it actually completes the circle and hangs you upside down for 10 seconds. O.o

They also have other rides such as "The Booster" - I won't describe it so you can see it for yourself, it'll first come off as an "easy" ride, but it's not. I felt my guts on that ride. "The Flipper" is one hell of a ride that drains you all of your energy right after you get off.

Usual rides like the Ferris wheel, bumper cars, wild river, carousel are also there. I took this shot of Peter while we were on the Ferris wheel. And he took a shot of me when we got down.

Overall, we had a blast. The food inside is a bit expensive though, so I suggest you grab something to eat after the carnival. ^_^

"I am not a toy!"

2006-01-04T22:20:00.000+08:00

I bought a nice set of clothes for Andre. Found it in a little pet store in Xiamen. They even have doggy raincoats there, unfortunately, they had no small sizes for shih-tzus.

Got it for P450; a set of four boots, a scarf, and a cap. I haven't put the boots on him yet, but he already looks cute wearing the hat and the scarf. (ngarr...)

Naniningkit

2006-01-02T23:10:00.000+08:00

My trip to Xiamen was greeted by Snow White and the Seven Santas (There's one more at the back, Dopey grew a beard just for this). Apparently, any western cartoon with white beards would pass as Santa Claus for them here.

I'm quite surprised and awed by Xiamen airport. It's a far cry from our NAIA 3 here. They even have automatic trash bin sensors, where you wave your hand over the container and the lid magically opens by itself. Even the toilet seats are modernized and built especially for the hygiene-conscious. The toilet seats are lined with plastic wrap that rolls and changes into a new one with every use, all you need to do is press a button.

And at a restaurant we ate in, they had automated liquid soap dispensers. It comes with motion sensors that detect your hands and spit soap on it.

Xiamen is definitely starting to wake up.

This is me at the Xiamen Trade Exhibit parking lot. This month they're showcasing Shanghai winter fashion. And this is where
I got my new coat. They were selling it for 280 yuan. I haggled and got it for 150 yuan (1050 pesos). Not bad for my first purchase. ^_^

I saw this really nice mineral water bottle. I've never seen a water bottle that's this cylindrical and with refreshing cuts around it. It was really nice to know that they do good packaging designs here and are not usually hindered by lack of proper machines. Sigh, I wish we had their resources.

Shopping in Tiong San Road (Middle-Mountain Road) lead me to many, if not a roomful of stylish clothes. Everyone dresses like an agency creative here, if not even better. I won't call the styles here a "trend" because they always have this set of styles every winter. The "trend" here is to have something different as an individual. Maybe that's why Betty Boop and Mickey Mouse stores still live around here.

Around the back alleys of Tiong San Road, I came upon this nice little pet shop with this really big and adorable sheepdog. I wish I could bring him home, just as I wish I could bring this little guy home too.

It's a tiny pekingnese. ^_^ It costs P2,100 (300 yuan) without papers. But if you need the papers, that's another 100 yuan, about P2,800 in total. I just don't know if I can bring him home without any problems. It might be too much of a hassle considering the airport guys nowadays are paranoid about diseases, etc.

And this is the coast of Xiamen. We visited a friend's house and she lives near the beach. Shot this scene using my W800. I stupidly forgot to bring a decent camera. So this will have to do.

It's actually a nice beach, reminds me that summer is just around the corner and that I really have to make my Atkin's diet work if I plan on wearing that bikini. Hehe.

* * * * * * *

On our 3rd day, we traveled for four hours by bus to GuangZhou to visit our ancestral home. It was where my Great-great grandfather was buried. And where our remaining relatives in China are. It's practically where our clan settled as they traveled down from Mongolia. It was weird seeing the place for the first time and knowing that my existence depended so much on the decisions of my forefathers. I can see the marks of time on the walls, the streets, the people, the smell and the energy. I wished I could time-travel to our past, even for just a glimpse of how this placed looked in all its ancient glory.

I had a strange experience near the orange brick walls on a long path to the temple. I was the last one in line to walk out, but I kept on looking behind me, mistakingly sensing people following me. But there were none. I didn't feel fear and I was calm the whole time. I just hope it was my ancestors, happy, because we finally came.

This was taken outside the temple. Scenes made of stone. There are people in each scene, and each one is different. The only weird thing about this is that every one of the small stone people have their heads cut off. They said the communists from that time did it, but they didn't tell me the reason why. It might have been too long ago and no one really knows why.

A nice marble painting is set on the wall of the temple. I don't know who created it, and when it was created. I wished the walls talked. They would tell me hundreds of stories about this place.

The temple is actually a shrine of our dead relatives/ancestors. Portraits of my great-great grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, etc. are all there. Our great-great grandfather looked very much like my grandfather. And our great-great grandmother is the exact duplicate of my great-grandmother. I even saw a distant cousin who looked like me when I was in highschool...she's alive. Saw her at the house where I borrowed a comfort room.

I had mixed feelings there. Happy to have found the place where we came from and sad at how it decapitated it looked. I wanted to talk to our relatives but my westernized tongue prevented me from doing so. Maybe next time, I guess.

Nearing the end of our trip, we offered food and incense, burned money paper, said our goodbyes and thanked destiny for taking us back here.

The Rat Pack

2005-12-23T21:56:00.000+08:00

Meet Trevor, the pied piper and director rolled into one.

He collects mouse puppets and dolls. It's the first time I met him for our project and we immediately clicked (Or maybe that's how Trevor is with everyone, I don't know for sure, hehe). We talked about almost everything: movies, children's fables, mice, places to visit, smoking, christmas, oh, and of course the project. He brought his mouse collection during our grading session at Optima. They're really cute.

The five finger-puppet mice on the left, he got them in Australia, but the mice were made in Indonesia (if I'm not mistaken). The minute they were bought, the storekeeper wept. It's a really nice mouse story. The two mices the right are talk-mechanically; one sings New York, New York and the other just laughs at everyone. ^_^

Swirls vs. Straights

2005-12-22T23:06:00.000+08:00

Handwriting analysis

Tried it with cursive and print. More or less 60% accurate with the other 40% saying I've got split personality. haha.

The results of your analysis say:
You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.  You are a shy, idealistic person who does not find it easy to have relationships, especially intimate ones.  You are affectionate, passionate, expressive, and future-oriented.  You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.  You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.

The results of your analysis say:
You plan ahead, and are interested in beauty, design, outward appearance, and symmetry.  You are a person who thinks before acting, intelligent and thorough.  You are diplomatic, objective, and live in the present.  You are not very reserved, impatient, self-confident and fond of action.  You enjoy life in your own way and do not depend on the opinions of others.

Finding Christmas

2005-12-13T11:26:00.000+08:00

As chinese tradition, we still can't properly celebrate christmas this year with a tree. It's out last year of mourning for my grandparents. We're not supposed to "celebrate" the holidays for a span of 2 years after their death.

It was weird seeing gifts piled up in a corner of our house where we were supposed to have our yearly christmas tree. Gifts without the tree can be a sorry sight, so I did a couple of adjustments here and there and transformed our chinese ponkan tree into this...

Still rough around the edges, but it's closest to a christmas tree we can have this year. So that'll do. ^_^

Untying the knot

2005-12-13T10:46:00.000+08:00

A few weeks ago, talks about love and relationships seemed to be the only topic floating around me. I’d heard it from an officemate, a relative and a close friend. Break-ups, marriages, cold shoulders, all common reactions on love. It got me thinking about my past and how easy it was for me heal from relationships, be it friend or lover. Of course, I can’t forget about the relationship and I loved the person, but once it’s over I’d slip out of love as easily as I’d slipped in. I feel like I’d been skipping out on the “closure” process. Some friends would even accuse me of not loving in the first place, as the reason I find it easy to heal. But if I didn’t love him, I wouldn’t even bother going into the relationship in the first place.

But still, why do I heal fast?

I found my answer in a book I was reading last night. And I’ve included it here.

It’s a wonderful excerpt from Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh : Only Losers Can Win This Game (A Darshan Diary). Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh is also called Osho and Acharya Rajneesh.*

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p. 296-297

In fact attachment is a barrier to love. People have the wrong notion: they think that attachment is love; it is not. Attachment is just the opposite of love. Attachment is fear, not love; attachment is possession, not love. Attachment is a kind of politics, diplomacy, strategy, but not love. Love need not be attached. And if this understanding is coming to you—that you are tired of attachment then drop attachment. That is not a step in dropping love; in fact that is a step in growing towards love. But the mind is very much confused about love and attachment. One has to be very alert, only then can one remain loving; otherwise attachment settles. And it gives trouble, it creates misery.

When attachment creates misery you start getting tired of attachment, then naturally of love too. Then one becomes afraid of love because one sees if you love, attachment comes in. They are not necessarily connected; they are only connected in our ignorance, in our unawareness. They are not connected themselves, they are poles apart. In fact it is a miracle how we manage them together in the same bed! They are not bedfellows; they cannot be. They are not a couple. Attachment is poison to love.

If you can drop attachment, then give it a try again. There is no need to separate. Just drop attachment, be friends, be loving. Give it two month's more grace! But this time no jealousy, no conflict. If he goes to some other woman, say good-bye and welcome him when he comes back. Don't ask him where he has been and what he is doing; that is none of your business! (to yatri) If sarita goes to somebody else and is happy, you need not be worried about it; in fact you should be happy that she is happy.Love would like the other to be happy wherever the other is happy. Love bestows happiness on the other. And it was a great insight that you came to last night—that deep down you somehow wanted her to be sad. That is violence—that is not love—but that's what goes on. We go on saying that we want to be happy and that we want the other to be happy, but deep down we want the other's happiness only in reference to us.

You would have felt happy if she were miserable because that would really give you power—that she cannot live without you, that she cannot exist without you, that you are so important, that you are so significant. But she was happy.. . and this was going to be the last day: I was going to separate you today! It was going to be a divorce—and she was happy. That hurts.
Two months more! (laughter) But in these two months, no jealousy.

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* He is an Indian spiritual leader who preached an eclectic doctrine of eastern mysticsism, individual devotion and sexual freedom.

Where's Wonka?

2005-12-12T11:21:00.000+08:00

At a wedding reception last night, we saw this scene made entirely out of chocolate. Yum.

Petshopping

2005-12-03T10:49:00.000+08:00

We sent Andre (our pet shih-tzu) to the petshop to be groomed. While waiting for him we shopped around for more pet stuff and found these:

Perfume for your pet. Crazily amounting to P 3,000 each.

Mmm....nice doggy...

And this is the petshop house pet, guarding his treasure.