Always with HOPE! Ü
Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon sa lahat!
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
Pics (not THAT pics)
Hi! It's been a while, but here are some pictures taken last June 28, 2006...Our wedding photos, in their initial layout, courtesy of Ariel Javelosa.
Take care, everyone!
Monday, October 30, 2006
...
to...
SAMAHANG WALANG SABADO
SLAVES WITHOUT SALARIES
SAMAHANG WALANG SLEEP
SAMAHANG WALANG SINASANTO
....i wish i knew how to quit you
SAMAHANG WALANG SABADO
SLAVES WITHOUT SALARIES
SAMAHANG WALANG SLEEP
SAMAHANG WALANG SINASANTO
....i wish i knew how to quit you
Friday, October 27, 2006
Legacy
(just a quick sharing. some might remember this word as clearly as we know the "eff" word today. Ü)
Last night the night lamp in our living room burned unusually bright. It was so bright we didn't have to use the two other lamps to light up the rest of the apartment's first level.
This morning we found the lamp's bulb busted -- its glass burned black and broken.
Burned out...
"At least it went out in a blaze of glory," I told my wife, "now THAT's a great way to go."
The lowly bulb became the apartment's brightest star, even for just one night, leaving a legacy that earned it a few seconds of conversation over breakfast.
The same phenomenon happens in watch batteries. Their dying moments are usually heralded by the crazy speed of the watch's second hand.
It happens to people, too.
That yearning to stand out and shine, and to perform with unusual enthusiasm and efficiency, in an attempt to leave behind a legacy...
Before they go.
I believe that's the ideal scenario. It may be hard for most of us, and oftentimes it is exactly what's keeping us where we are despite years of planning to move on.
Here's praying that we all leave behind a legacy...
Before we go.
We may not be successful, but at least we tried.
Last night the night lamp in our living room burned unusually bright. It was so bright we didn't have to use the two other lamps to light up the rest of the apartment's first level.
This morning we found the lamp's bulb busted -- its glass burned black and broken.
Burned out...
"At least it went out in a blaze of glory," I told my wife, "now THAT's a great way to go."
The lowly bulb became the apartment's brightest star, even for just one night, leaving a legacy that earned it a few seconds of conversation over breakfast.
The same phenomenon happens in watch batteries. Their dying moments are usually heralded by the crazy speed of the watch's second hand.
It happens to people, too.
That yearning to stand out and shine, and to perform with unusual enthusiasm and efficiency, in an attempt to leave behind a legacy...
Before they go.
I believe that's the ideal scenario. It may be hard for most of us, and oftentimes it is exactly what's keeping us where we are despite years of planning to move on.
Here's praying that we all leave behind a legacy...
Before we go.
We may not be successful, but at least we tried.
Thursday, June 08, 2006
The call...
To those who read my other blog, this may help put things in perspective. ---> Remember this?
It’s over.
My officemate for over six or seven years (darn, I can’t even remember), my housemate for over two years... a big bro, tatay, and lolo to most of his friends...
He passed away this afternoon...
I received the call in the middle of a project meeting.
It was our boss.
Normally he wouldn’t do that – to call us knowing we are in a meeting.
He asked me to pass the phone to our project director, who was speaking at that time. In a hushed voice, she told me that she has been ignoring her phone ringing repeatedly in her pocket.
But his request was firm, and I have no choice but to interrupt our director, and hand her my phone.
The gasp and panicked voice made almost everyone turn from the meeting table. Judging from her expression, whatever our boss was telling her, it was bad.
Really bad.
When she walked back to the table, she first apologized and broke the news to everyone.
Our Senior Programmer passed away.
Condolences were extended, and the meeting have to go on.
It was hard... To not to shed a tear in front of the meeting. I wanted to break something. Anything.
But I can't.
Under the table, my hand were shaking, and I cannot understand half of what was being discussed.
Darn you!
Darn you! We were playing billiards just last week, you stubborn ox, and not even our bosses could make you put down that freakin’ bottle of beer.
Damn damn damn damn!
Shit.
Sigh...
Peace, King Tot.
Wherever you are, I’m sure you are in a better place.
I’ll dedicate my first bottle of beer to you.
Cheers!
And I'm not done writing about you just yet. More to follow.
It’s over.
My officemate for over six or seven years (darn, I can’t even remember), my housemate for over two years... a big bro, tatay, and lolo to most of his friends...
He passed away this afternoon...
I received the call in the middle of a project meeting.
It was our boss.
Normally he wouldn’t do that – to call us knowing we are in a meeting.
He asked me to pass the phone to our project director, who was speaking at that time. In a hushed voice, she told me that she has been ignoring her phone ringing repeatedly in her pocket.
But his request was firm, and I have no choice but to interrupt our director, and hand her my phone.
The gasp and panicked voice made almost everyone turn from the meeting table. Judging from her expression, whatever our boss was telling her, it was bad.
Really bad.
When she walked back to the table, she first apologized and broke the news to everyone.
Our Senior Programmer passed away.
Condolences were extended, and the meeting have to go on.
It was hard... To not to shed a tear in front of the meeting. I wanted to break something. Anything.
But I can't.
Under the table, my hand were shaking, and I cannot understand half of what was being discussed.
Darn you!
Darn you! We were playing billiards just last week, you stubborn ox, and not even our bosses could make you put down that freakin’ bottle of beer.
Damn damn damn damn!
Shit.
Sigh...
Peace, King Tot.
Wherever you are, I’m sure you are in a better place.
I’ll dedicate my first bottle of beer to you.
Cheers!
And I'm not done writing about you just yet. More to follow.
Friday, May 05, 2006
A week after "grand eviction"
Grabe, tagal ding walang update dito ah.
A repost...
Last April 28 was “grand eviction day” at Kampo.
Kampo is the apartment my housemates and I that have been renting for over two years. The place is near a police camp, thus the nickname.
My fiancee, who found the place in the classified ads, referred it to us in July 2003. By August 2003, five housemates moved in. In a span of over two years, the original five has come down to three.
After the grand eviction, Kampo is left with one housemate – me.
The grand eviction was nothing like Pinoy Big Brother, where housemates get evicted for violations, tactical nominations, and text voting. It was a favor I’ve asked of my now former housemates: that I get to solo Kampo two months before my wedding.
They agreed, and for this I owe them big time.
And so with some beer, Mike’s pasta, and some officemates, we celebrated our last night as housemates. Salamat sa inyo, ‘dre. Tandaan n'yo na laging bukas ang Kampo sa inyo at lahat ng Tetcheeze, anumang oras. Wag n’yong kalimutang magdala ng beer (Hehe. Joke lang). ^^
That night also marked the end of my lifestyle of co-habitation.
For the longest time, I’ve spent my life living with people outside of my family, in places dictated by my choice of educational institution and, eventually, workplace -- a typical lifestyle of a promdi whose permanent address doesn’t even have a street number.
It’s been a week now since I had Kampo for myself. It’s almost surreal. I’ve forgotten the freedom of living in a space that’s totally your own.
Absolute silence and darkness suddenly became things that I command and control, not just something I wish for. Time, for a while, became obscure with the sudden disappearance of other people’s rituals (that explains my sudden tardiness at the office).
I’ll be enjoying these rare, small moments for two months.
A repost...
Last April 28 was “grand eviction day” at Kampo.
Kampo is the apartment my housemates and I that have been renting for over two years. The place is near a police camp, thus the nickname.
My fiancee, who found the place in the classified ads, referred it to us in July 2003. By August 2003, five housemates moved in. In a span of over two years, the original five has come down to three.
After the grand eviction, Kampo is left with one housemate – me.
The grand eviction was nothing like Pinoy Big Brother, where housemates get evicted for violations, tactical nominations, and text voting. It was a favor I’ve asked of my now former housemates: that I get to solo Kampo two months before my wedding.
They agreed, and for this I owe them big time.
And so with some beer, Mike’s pasta, and some officemates, we celebrated our last night as housemates. Salamat sa inyo, ‘dre. Tandaan n'yo na laging bukas ang Kampo sa inyo at lahat ng Tetcheeze, anumang oras. Wag n’yong kalimutang magdala ng beer (Hehe. Joke lang). ^^
That night also marked the end of my lifestyle of co-habitation.
For the longest time, I’ve spent my life living with people outside of my family, in places dictated by my choice of educational institution and, eventually, workplace -- a typical lifestyle of a promdi whose permanent address doesn’t even have a street number.
It’s been a week now since I had Kampo for myself. It’s almost surreal. I’ve forgotten the freedom of living in a space that’s totally your own.
Absolute silence and darkness suddenly became things that I command and control, not just something I wish for. Time, for a while, became obscure with the sudden disappearance of other people’s rituals (that explains my sudden tardiness at the office).
I’ll be enjoying these rare, small moments for two months.
One of the tequilla fridays at Kampo. (l-r) penn, vlad, rubs, ai, mae, mike, mear, lynn, mage, and lei.
(Note: Kampo housemates)
(Note: Kampo housemates)
Thursday, January 05, 2006
Twilight Zone
Yesterday...
Pusang ginisa!
Am I in the right office?
Fresh from Pier 15 of South Harbor (in other words, gusut-gusot at amoy kalye), I walked into an office that looked like mother station, all fired up to start my year right.
But wait!
Mukhang may kakaiba.
Madam Modela looks fine, as always, but Jenergizer looks even better!
And that's not all!
May dumaan na sa biglang-tingin ay kamukha ni Gwapong Kuya Mike -- pero japorms, naka-corporate look.
Hinabol ko yung kamukha ni GKM para makasiguro.
And guess what?
You're right!
Hindi siya.
*Joke lang*
It's GKM!!!
OMG.
Everybody's in corporate attire.
Off the hook!
Tapos nabalitaan kong nag-flag ceremony nung Monday.
Kewl!
May flag retreat kaya?
Pusang ginisa!
Am I in the right office?
Fresh from Pier 15 of South Harbor (in other words, gusut-gusot at amoy kalye), I walked into an office that looked like mother station, all fired up to start my year right.
But wait!
Mukhang may kakaiba.
Madam Modela looks fine, as always, but Jenergizer looks even better!
And that's not all!
May dumaan na sa biglang-tingin ay kamukha ni Gwapong Kuya Mike -- pero japorms, naka-corporate look.
Hinabol ko yung kamukha ni GKM para makasiguro.
And guess what?
You're right!
Hindi siya.
*Joke lang*
It's GKM!!!
OMG.
Everybody's in corporate attire.
Off the hook!
Tapos nabalitaan kong nag-flag ceremony nung Monday.
Kewl!
May flag retreat kaya?
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