30 June 2007
Of course I had a ton of things to do. I was going to bake revel bars for Nards and fudge cupcakes for Leslie. After which, I wanted to attack the Neil Gaiman book. In the interest of saving time, I planned (very unwisely) to bake and later on read while the computer was downloading huge files (which usually take hours). So yesterday, I turned on the desktop, switched to the download drive, opened this website, clicked on the files for downloading. I opened the documents that contained my recipes so that I could print it. THEN (and this is the tipping point), I opened the forum to check if there were any responses from the Rock Ed event we had on for tonight. This somehow led me to a thread for point-click, escape room games. That led me to The Shochu Bar. (For review, click here.) That glued me to my seat and on the computer screen for H-O-U-R-S.
Now it's 7:30am. I've finished the game. (You're the 73124th person to solve this game. Time: 12:22:58)
(Hep, hep. Tama na ang sermon. Natulog ako, ok? I'll bake this morning. After this blog entry. And maybe checking my email. And maybe checking the forum for any responses to the Rock Ed event tonight.)
28 June 2007
24 June 2007
Nards and I watched Kamikaze Girls at Eiga Sai in Shangri-la. (Click here for review.)
For those who intend to watch film festivals at Shangrila Mall, here are a few things that you need to know:
- Read up on the films that are being shown. Usually, the festival sponsors release literature about the films online and on the theater itself.
- Check out the schedule of the films being shown. If you're planning to see more than one film, you'll need to plan the sequence of the films you'll watch.
- Get tickets at least an hour before the scheduled time. If it's the first day of the film fest, make sure you get there a few hours before because there'll be a lot of people vying for the limited seats;
- Line up outside the designated theater as soon as you can. Seating is free for all; on a first come first serve basis. For big groups, the earlier the better, unless you don't mind sitting apart (what's the fun in that?)
21 June 2007
there will be a new volunteers' orientation on our anniversary day itself. JULY 1 2007. SUNDAY. 3pm sa 3rd floor ng Garage Multi-Media Training Center, JesCom Bldg, sa Ateneo de Manila University, Katipunan Ave Quezon City. For details text 0916-409-2378. si Leslie yan. Good luck, masungit yon.
*text by Gang Badoy
20 June 2007
One afternoon, Nards suddenly said, "let's go to Binondo." It was almost six pm, and I was tired from work, but I eagerly said yes. It was an interesting trip. It's what happens when he gets cabin fever and I have the craving for the perfect dimsum.
Click here to read what happened.
Photo credit: Leonardo Coll
19 June 2007
Now, that I've moved out, I have resolutely decided not to have a TV. Well, we do have a television set, but we don't get any reception, not even the local channels. (Goodbye indie film and documentary series in channel 5.) We buy DVDs and we take a few hours in a week to watch a movie or to do a tv series marathon. But we don't let it consume our daily lives.
Interestingly, I've accomplished a lot of things that I have always put off because my favorite show is on. I can't believe how many hours of my life have been spent just sitting glued to the screen. I get to listen to the radio more often, and discover new bands that have great songs. I finally started a scrapbook and I'm able to put together a page at least once a week. I miss watching the news and witnessing actual congressional/senatorial proceedings, but then I get to read the newspaper while sipping hot chocolate (tablea, milk, cinnamon and a few more secret spices). I unwind from work by blowing bubbles out to the children below the window. I get to blog more (teehee!). I get to read! (Oh! I've missed burying my nose in books for hours!) I'm hoping to finish the scarf I'm knitting for Mitzie before the cold season hits their place. I've progressed (somehow) in my photography endeavors. I get to bake a lot (as evidenced by the increasing weight of certain people). I get to devote more time volunteering.
I'm so happy we don't have TV.
18 June 2007
There are the obnoxious ones too. Those who likes to walk their pure breed dogs to get the entire canine hood that are kept in, positively rabid. Those who are incapable of parking their own cars and expect you to move around your own vehicles in your own property for their convenience; and harass you (let the air out of your tires and scratch fenders) until you give in. There's also this family who stole my favorite shitzu (back then there were six), Sofie (5 out of the 13 children from the big family saw her trying to get out of their house). And the most annoying neighbor we have, is this couple who adopted two children, a boy and a girl, and everyday, we wince at the verbal abuse that they hurtle on them. (I've called Bantay Bata on them, but they said I should ask the baranggay to accost them or to catch them in the act of the abuse.)
I miss that neighborhood.
Where I'm living now, I have an interesting picture of my neighbors. I say this because I rarely see or interact with them. (Not even to borrow a couple of eggs or a cup of sugar.) There are these girls down a few doors, whom we suspect to be Las Vegas Showgirls in training. Or the brothers across the way, who seem to be concocting a secret invisibility formula in their kitchen. There is also this guy who may be a environmental vigilante because he's rarely home, and on the few occasions I see him, he's carrying either climbing gear, or a skim board, looking all prepared for a covert operation of some sort. (Or maybe he's a low profile rich kid who doesn't work and only goes camping or bumming on the beach all the time.) I forgot this little boy, who looks no older than five, who plays near our front door, and consistently tries to us engage in a conversation but changes his mind at the last minute and runs in the opposite direction whenever we pay attention to him. (Hey, he did give us this little paper heart once.)
I wonder what they think we are... (oh, there goes those odd camera-toting-laughing-all-the-time neighbors who are probably planning to take over the world...)
07 June 2007
I feel exhausted from the frenzy of activities this afternoon. Weird. I was just sitting behind my desk, researching online and making a lot of phone calls. Must be the coffee (which I shouldn't have drunk in the first place).
05 June 2007
02 June 2007
The minute I tell any member of my family that I want a pair of red kung fu shoes, I will never here the end of it. Already, when I told my sister just a few seconds ago on YM, she immediately typed "hahaha!" If she wasn't on meebo, she'd probably have that rolling-on-the-floor-laughing emoticon. Auntie Lirio memories notwithstanding, I really don't care. I'm just concerned that when the material gets wet, the color will run and stain my feet. (Which the seller assures me won't.)
What's wrong with kung fu shoes anyway? Particularly a red pair? I was randomly checking out multiply sites, when I came upon this one. The first photo album was on the kung fu shoes that were on sale. Check on the link, and tell me if it's just not the most practical (if not froufrou) pair of shoes. (By the way, I'm getting the plain pair, can't have those embellishments. With my luck and skill, they'll be popping out within minutes of wearing them, leaving sad loose threads.)
Going back to the photo album on Irene's site, the title was what caught my attention. "...As Seen on Pirates of the Carribean..." If I had that album and I were to type a title, it would be: "...as seen from your first grade nightmares..." I used to wear kung fu shoes. (Ok, no smart remarks on the age please.) And I remember running around all over school on all sorts of terrain in them. There were no teasing back then, because everybody was wearing them. But it doesn't mean that we liked them.
I can just imagine my parents doubling over with laughter if I come home wearing them. There'll be a lot of told-you-so's and Auntie Lirio's name would be mentioned in each sentence they can manage. Oh well. I'm still getting the red pair. I think it's practical. And fab. =P