Monday, December 29, 2003

It's Alive

Friends pitied me when I said I will be on a bus Christmas Eve. They invited me to join them in welcoming Christmas but I turned them down. Unlike last year, I wanted to be home Christmas Day. The bus terminal was surprisingly empty Christmas Eve; there were only a few of us stubborn enough to welcome Christmas while in transit. My bus was nowhere near full. At midnight, I said "Merry Christmas" aloud then went back to sleep. One of my younger brothers didn't make it in time for Christmas, but with his arrival this morning, the family will be complete to start the new year. Thank God for small blessings.

Wednesday, December 24, 2003

Played Dress-Up

My friend Car wed yesterday. Unfortunately I didn't make it to the church—getting a cab in the metro these days is a labor of Hercules. I told Car at the reception that since I didn't see nor hear any "I do," she was still single as far as I was concerned. She just laughed. She looked very happy last night. And glowing. I guess I'll have to wait for the wedding video to see what I missed. As usual, it looked like our table had the most fun there. Our pictures would attest to that. Seeing everybody all dressed up was nice. We all looked so... grown. And just for Car I wore a barong. I saw what I would've looked like as a lawyer: not too shabby. Spiffy, even.

Monday, December 22, 2003

Fair Warning

In a couple of days the drunkard will go home to Bicol. He will stockpile movies and place himself under house arrest. He will also attempt to finish some of his backlog from work.

He expects this blog to grow stale over the next two weeks as he doesn't have Internet access at home. However, he hopes to emerge in January a little fatter.

On Crying

Do you often cry in front of people or alone? Alone. If I cry in front of people, I must be at a funeral. Have your friends ever seen you cry? A few of them, yes. Have you cried today? Not, but the day's still young. Do you usually cry for a long time? A minute is long already. Do you get really red when you cry? I don't know; I don't run to a mirror when I cry. Have you ever been someone's "crying shoulder?" Just last night I was. Have you ever hugged someone because they were crying? Yes. I've been told I give great hugs. Have you ever had a shoulder to cry on? No one has applied for the job. Yet. Have you been hugged when you cried? A couple of times. Do you cry during movies? Yes. I cried when Optimus Prime died in The Transformers: The Movie. I cried when I watched I Am Sam. Do you cry while reading books? Just once, when I read The Notebook. Does music make you cry? Every time I hear, "Ang laki-laki, ang pula-pula ng bulaklak..." Have you ever been called a cry baby? Not to my face, no. Have you ever tried to stop yourself from crying? When I'm in public, yes, because I cry ugly. Does this survey make you want to cry? Yes, that's 10 minutes of my life I'll never get back. Do you cry when you are physically hurt? Only when I'm in extreme pain. Like the time I had a molar pulled. Do you cry when you are scared? I don't, but I pee on myself. Do you cry over bad grades? Never. I've made teachers cry, though. Have you ever cried over spilled milk? Literal spilled milk, no. Figurative spilled milk, yes. Can you make yourself cry? Sure, if I poke my eyes. When was the last time you cried? 6 December 2003, mid-afternoon, while walking. Do you have a favorite crying quote? "Tahan na, baka wala ka nang iluha 'pag patay na 'ko." Have you ever cried for anyone who wouldn't cry for you? Will take the fifth. Will you cry because this survey is over? Not only that, I'll probably shoot myself.

Sunday, December 21, 2003

In The Presence Of Celebrity

Last night was Katski's well-attended birthday bash. It became another reunion for our college Comm block so I was able to touch base with friends I haven't seen in a while, like Reggie (who came dressed as Eminem, complete with tattoos and the blond 'do). There was drinking, there was dancing, and there was card playing. In short, it was just like college. And since Katski wrote for the ABS-CBN's recently-concluded telenovela Kay Tagal Kang Hinintay, some artistas arrived. I recognized Lorna Tolentino, Ricky Davao, Jean Garcia, and John Lloyd Cruz. At Katski's party last year Bea Alonzo was there, as were Rica Peralejo and Rafael Rosell (who played a character that Katski named after me). Everyone pretended not to ogle.

Saturday, December 20, 2003

Apologies To Paul And Gordon

I'm at the office. I and a couple of officemates will pass the night here. We came from a videoke joint somewhere in Boni Avenue. I took the stage; I had no choice, everyone at our table sang. I murdered "Is It Okay If I Call You Mine?" and "Shape Of My Heart." A GRO sat beside me midway through the first song. I finished to a smattering of applause, and not just from my table. Perhaps they were being sarcastic, but it somewhat made up for the debacle that was our Christmas party performance.

Friday, December 19, 2003

Laughed Out Of The Spotlight

Our group was first to present during the Christmas party. Everyone was excited, and we took our places amid loud cheering.

Our background music then played. And we promptly choked: we forgot the lyrics, we forgot the steps we practiced since Monday, we forgot everything! What an embarrassment. Everyone had fun—at our expense.

But it's all good, the debacle will have been forgotten by new year. I hope.


I was in Glorietta earlier today looking for a suitable exchange gift. I bumped into a married couple who were both old friends. Apparently there was cause for concern: the wife will be operated on tomorrow to remove an ovarian cyst. That dampened my Christmas spirit.

Thursday, December 18, 2003

Cardiac Thursday

Our department lunched at Gerry's Grill today, boss' treat. We ordered copious amounts of crispy crablets, inihaw na pusit, sisig, crispy pata, and pinakbet (to assuage our consciences). It stretched into a three-hour lunch break. And when we got back, the office was a regular circus when we got back. Festival hams were being given away.

It's that time of year again. There will be a lot of partying, eating, and drinking over the next few days. I grow tired—and fat—just thinking about it.

Wednesday, December 17, 2003

Happy Day Today Is A

I received presents! First came the boss' gift. It came in a small box wrapped in red and topped off with a yellow ribbon: a new wallet! An officemate then gave me a small figurine that would look good on a Christmas tree—if I had one. Next came the package for the contractual employees: assorted grocery items for making spaghetti and fruit salad. I'm crossing my fingers for my November suweldo and the GMA bonus.

Tuesday, December 16, 2003

Out Of The Frying Pan

I got out of the VST dance number and joined five other guys for a song-and-dance. We will bastardize the theme from "Meteor Garden 2" and Parokya Ni Edgar's "Mr. Suave." I figure if I'm going to embarrass myself in front of the whole company, I might as well have fun doing it.

Sunday, December 14, 2003

A Post While Crashing At Mark's

Mark and I just got back from a get-together for our friend Car. She's getting married on the 23rd. The party was supposed to have been a bridal shower but it turned co-ed somewhere along the way. Ergo, there were no male strippers. I think some of the girls were a little disappointed, he he. Car will be the first in my immediate circle of friends to marry. This was a surprise; no one pegged her as the one who'll go first. But we're very happy for her, seeing that she's genuinely happy. Too bad they'll settle in San Francisco. I'll miss that girl. The party was well-attended: J, Syd, Domi, Mark, Mark, Marc, Rina, Rheena, Jamie, Camille, Mia, and Katski were there. With all those Comm Batch 2000 people present, the conversation was just hilarious. There were lots to eat and drink but I tee-totaled. Someone brought an industrial-strength videoke machine. And towards the end, there was a really nasty icing fight. I can still smell the mocha on me.

Friday, December 12, 2003

Let Me Entertain You

All of the company's 2003 hirees, whether regular or contractual, have to present a number during next week's Christmas party. That means my two left feet and I have to dance to a VST song. I might have to drink to endure it. I promise, anyone who takes my picture dies.

Misdirection Is King

My new pair of shoes: leatherette, off-white with black stripes, dirt-cheap, size ten. In short, perfect.

I wore it today and it attracted attention at work. Make that too much attention.
EVP: Naka-rubber shoes ka? Bawal 'yan. Masisita ka n'yan.
And that is how I got away with wearing jeans to work.

Thursday, December 11, 2003

At The Enterprise

I met Yay at lunch today to deliver the Powerpuff Girls blanket she asked me buy. Not much has changed since I saw her last. Though she wields a Palm Pilot now, matino pa din siyang kausap. And good thing I was done eating when she dropped her small bomb. Kaya pala siya blooming, he he.

Wednesday, December 10, 2003

Tuesday, December 9, 2003

Once More, With Feelings

J and I went to Gweilos again last night. We got there dizzy from hunger so we ate a lot. We didn't talk until all the food was gone. And since I had a nasty hang-over Sunday morning, I passed on the beer (no, I wasn't sick last night). The trip home in his new ride was surreal: Lisa Loeb was playing, and the two of us were singing along.

Monday, December 8, 2003

Foolishness Of Youth

I found my college freshman journal the other day. I couldn't help but smile as I read it.

So what did I write about seven years ago?

Deaths in the family. Cinema Paradiso. Wolfgang's "Cathedral of Space." Il Postino. English classes. The Little Prince.

ROTC. Remedial Math. A gay boardmate's antics. 7:30 a.m. classes. Ribald jokes.

Getting an ear pierced. Cutting classes. Cute classmates. Cramming. Childhood scars. Sleeping in the library. Plans after graduation (be a journalist, a teacher, or a Jesuit).

Promises to quit drinking and smoking. Rock concerts. Love letters to my red, high-cut Chuck Taylors. Semestral breaks.

A wish that I went to UP

Fun stuff.

Out Of Commission

I haven't blogged in almost two weeks. As you can see below, I've been preoccupied. Two Fridays ago: Feverish, molar hurt. Two Saturdays ago: Caught a friend's band play, drank beers, feverish, molar hurt. Two Sundays ago: Feverish, molar hurt. Last Monday: Feverish, molar hurt, absent from work. Last Tuesday: Feverish, molar hurt, got molar pulled, absent from work. Last Wednesday: Absent from work. Last Thursday: Back at work. Last Friday: Back at work, basketball, midnight trip to Baguio. Last Saturday: Shopped for shoes and a Powerpuff Girls flannel blanket, had beers. Yesterday: Hung over, trip to La Union, swimming, late night trip to Manila. Today, tomorrow and the day after that: Year-end planning at work. This is (not) the life.