Tuesday, February 24, 2004

Litany of Woes

The Top 3 things an astigmatic with busted eyeglasses has to endure:
  1. Missing rides because the route placards of jeeps and buses are unreadable from afar.
  2. Headaches from staring at computer monitors all day at work.
  3. Failing to see Heart Evangelista's cuteness in the staging of Beauty and the Beast at the Glorietta activity center.

Win Some, Lose Some

If I don't feel like going through Cubao to get home to Marikina, I ride the shuttle vans that take passengers behind the DBP bulding at the corner of Buendia and Makati Avenues. I have to pay 15 pesos more than my usual fare but the travel time is cut by 30 minutes. I never thought some of these shuttles were "colorum." For one, they're all over Makati. Second, I don't take note whether their license plates are green or red—I get on, pay my fare, nap, then get down at Marikina Riverbanks. Last Wednesday, our shuttle was at a stoplight along Kalayaan Avenue when a motorcycle-riding MMDA enforcer pulled alongside. I think the enforcer got suspicious—our van was full and had private license plates but it didn't look like we were carpooling. He told the driver to pull over. The MMDA enforcer talked with the driver for a long time before announcing that all of us passengers had to get off. He wanted to bring in the shuttle and the driver back to his headquarters. We passengers naturally protested. Mahirap sumakay dito, we told him. Sa Marikina pa uwi namin, Tsip! The enforcer relented, but not before giving the driver a citation and confiscating the front license plate. The shuttle driver cursed his luck the rest of the trip. Na-tsambahan ako, he lamented. The MMDA enforcer was on his way home when he chanced upon us. And he didn't accept the driver's PHP1,000 bribe. The driver's luck, however, soon turned. A few minutes before I reached my stop his mobile phone rang. The person at the other end was looking for a vehicle to rent. The driver accepted, forgetting, or perhaps not caring, that his vehicle was missing its front license plate. Pambayad multa, the driver announced after the call. I heard the smile in his voice.

Friday, February 20, 2004

Murphy Day

Last Wednesday was hell.

First, the PC at home ate the document I worked on from Tuesday night until Wednesday morning. I didn't have a draft on paper so I had to retype everything.

I got to the office at 4 p.m. pissed, tired, hungry, and sleepy. I had this Don't cross me, I'm having a bad day look but someone ignored it. Too bad for her.

I wanted to avoid the MRT crowd so I took a shuttle home. But we got delayed when an MMDA enforcer decided to apprehend the shuttle's driver.

I decided to watch Chasing Liberty but alas, Mandy Moore failed to lift my spirits.

I got home around midnight. Despite receiving a happy thought, I still couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned for an hour before I gave up.

I rose, cooked rice, and heated some Master's Fried Sardines. That cheered me up.

Friday Five

When was the last time you... ...went to the doctor? June or July 2003, for my hyper-acidity. ...went to the dentist? 2 December 2003. I had a molar pulled. ...filled your gas tank? I don't have a car. ...got enough sleep? I can't remember. Tonight, if I'm lucky. ...backed up your computer? I only share someone else's PC at work, but I've already backed up my files.

Thursday, February 19, 2004

Revolving Door

Our boss missed work today—there has been a death in his immediate family.

Another officemate took the afternoon off—his wife was about to give birth.

I wanted to write something profound about those two events here:

It's just that words fail me.

Fear Is Not A Factor

An officemate made balut-eating look like so much fun I decided to join in. I copied everything he did and my lack of experience in eating balut didn't show. I cracked the egg, removed a bit of shell, slurped the fluids, slobbered some vinegar, sucked the contents out of the shell, then chewed like crazy. It tasted... quaint. And I'm sure that faint crrrunch! was a fully-formed beak. I had a hard time swallowing. For a moment the the masticated chick threatened to come up the same way it went down—hard. Thank goodness it settled. I can now confirm that balut is an acquired taste. But I take that to mean I have to eat more.

Monday, February 16, 2004


I braved Valentine's-Eve-slash-payday-Friday traffic to catch Astig, an experimental digital movie directed by indie filmmaker Jon Red and starring Robin Padilla. J saw it Tuesday at the CCP, and he texted that it would be shown next at the Pelikula at Lipunan Film Fest Friday evening.

I would like to be able to write that I beat the traffic going to SM Megamall from Marikina, but I didn't. Add a dead phone battery to the mix and a frantic Camille contemplated gruesome scenarios why I haven't arrived yet. But I digress.

A few days earlier I read an article about Astig that said Padilla doubled as a cameraman while playing the astigmatic assassin Bien. That piqued my curiousity. Who would've thought "Robin Padilla" and "indie filmmaking" would ever be used in the same sentence?

I was pleasantly surprised that he didn't embarrass himself. Then again, he was onscreen only three times and had few opportunities to mess up. But I'll concede that he was a passable narrator.

The supporting cast is a veritable Who's Who of the local entertainment industry: Albert Martinez, Francis Magalona, Jeffrey Quizon, Alessandra de Rossi, Ronnie Lazaro, Jaime Fabregas, Nonie Buencamino, Maverick and Ariel, Jackie Castillejo, China Cojuangco, and Tado.

And given that I was late at least thirty-five minutes, sulit na rin 'yung sitenta'y singko.

Friday, February 13, 2004

Share Unto Others

This came from Repartee Repartee:
Ito ang beer
Pag may tambay
Ito ang beer
Na may sablay

Palakas nang palakas
Ang tama mo
Ang tama ko

Lasing ka na?
Lasing na 'ko!

Itaas mo!
Nahihilo, nahihilo
Nasusuka, nasusuka

San Miguel
San Miguel

Cute, right?

These are the things I know about the sender: Atenean, Batch 2002. Law student from San Beda.

What I don't know? Real name. Configuration of the 23rd chromosome pair.

Friday Five

Are you superstitious?
On a few occasions, yes.

What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
Postponement of travel on Friday the 13th.

Believer or not, what's your favorite superstition?
When I pee on shrubbery I say, "Tabi apo, tabi."

Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
311 is lucky for me. It's the name of my favorite band, and my room assignment the day I took—and passed—the UP Law Aptitude Exam.

Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
I don't, for the same reasons Hermione Granger hated Divinations.

Thursday, February 12, 2004

Someone Had Too Much Coffee

This morning's MRT driver liked to use the train's PA system. He announced our arrival at every station, asked passengers to make way for those entering and leaving the train, and warned against pickpockets. And as we approached the Buendia station he announced, "Sa mga pasahero, mag-ingat lamang po sa paglabas at pagpasok sa tren. Sa mga kababaihan, mag-ingat lamang po kahit saan, kahit kailan."

Wednesday, February 11, 2004

George Estregan Reloaded

I caught the wrong shuttle home last night. Instead of going to Marikina Riverbanks, it headed for the direction of Cainta.

I decided to alight at Sta. Lucia East Grand Mall. I looked at the movie schedule but only The Last Samurai seemed promising. It wasn't bad at all; Ken Watanabe acted circles around Tom Cruise. In the vernacular, chibog.

This Watanabe, he would've fit in those Kurosawa classics like Ran and Seven Samurai. Too bad it was obvious his character would die at the end.


A guy who sat in my row walked out near the end of the movie. As he passed me he muttered, "Ang pangit ng ending!" Was he disappointed like me that Cruise's character didn't die?

Tuesday, February 10, 2004

Boobie Update

Someone e-mailed me an extreme close-up of Janet Jackson's exposed boob from her now-infamous Super Bowl halftime performance.

It turns out that spiked thing partly covering her breast wasn't pasted on—it's actually some type of nipple ring.


Father And Son

When I saw this picture in the papers my first thought was, "Aba, idol pala ni FPJ si Erap?" Then I grew troubled. This man might become President FPJ.

My officemate commented, "Tell me who your friends are and I will tell you who you are."

How true.

[Photo taken from here.]

Monday, February 9, 2004

Surprise! Money

My faith in the government was restored a little today. That's because they refunded the excess withholding tax that was, uh, withheld from my salary the past few months. It reminded me of the days back in college when Ateneo refunded the laboratory breakage fee students paid the previous semester. One knew when it was Lab Breakage Day. Everyone smiled. The lines in front of the Treasurer's Office grew. Most importantly, the bars in the Katipunan area got crowded.

Jesuit Brainwashing

Our department led the weekly flag raising ceremony today. Because I'm the newest hire, I was asked to lead the prayer. Sure, I said, even though the former law student in me screamed, "Establishment of religion, establishment of religion!" I recited St. Ignatius' "Prayer for Generosity," which I think is the second-best prayer ever. After the flag ceremonies, some of my officemates approached me. Their comments ranged from "Ang ganda 'nung prayer mo a," to "Nagdadasal ka pala? Wala sa mukha."

Saturday, February 7, 2004

Lesson In Perspective

I was on the MRT Thursday night when a shadow suddenly fell over me. I turned. There was a tall dude standing right behind me. Challenged, I threw my shoulders back and raised my chin. Based on our reflections in the window, however, I barely reached his ear. And the dude was slouching! I didn't like the puny feeling so I edged away bit by bit. Good thing he alighted at an earlier station. The dude bowed low in order not to hit his head going out the train. I smiled at that. It was now my turn to make the other passengers feel puny.


See Tibibord. See Tibibord pretend. See Tibibord pretend to be a Web designer.

I changed the look of this blog over the past few weeks. Nothing spectacular; a tweak here and there, a few refinements as I learned CSS and HTML.

Computer programming was one of my favorite subjects in high school but I had lost interest by the time I graduated. When UP Diliman put me in Computer Science instead of Journalism, I went to Ateneo and took up Communications.

Now I blog.

Friday, February 6, 2004

Spot On

This is what my horoscope said today:
"Aries (March 21 to April 19) — You're tempted to spend money impulsively today. You just can't resist a good time or possibly buying something for children."

Aba, tsumamba. The gang will be in Ortigas tonight, see.

Friday Five

What's the most daring thing you've ever done? Act in a school play. What one thing would you like to try that your mother/friend/significant other would never approve of? Get a job in a call center. And that friend would be you, J. On a scale of 1-10, what's your risk factor? (1=never take risks, 10=it's a lifestyle) Six point five. What's the best thing that's ever happened to you as a result of being bold/risky? I'll take the fifth on this one. But someone knows the answer. And what's the worst? See above.

Thursday, February 5, 2004

Musical Chairs

My favorite kulot told me via SMS that she's planning to leave Gameplan. "I just want a brainless job," she said. I had half a mind to ask if she would like us to exchange places.

He Has A Name!

The Supreme Court has disbarred Danilo de Guzman, the lawyer responsible for the leakage in last September's bar examination in Mercantile Law. Serves him right.

Wednesday, February 4, 2004

There's No Business Like Show Business

I don't think this was the Super Bowl XXXVIII halftime show they had in mind.
"The decision to have a costume reveal at the end of my halftime show performance was made after final rehearsals," Janet Jackson said in a statement. "(The organizers were) completely unaware of it. It was not my intention that it go as far as it did."
Yeah, right. At maputi din ako.

One newspaper article said the red, lacy thing was supposed to keep her covered. Good thing she had the foresight to paste on that spiky little thing.