I'm no humbugger.
Yeah, I’ve written here in my previous post, It’s almost Christmas, about my being “not so excited” for the coming Christmas. But I did not mean to say I hate Christmas and things about it.
I’m just not up to rejoicing. Maybe soon.
I think I’m tired.
But I’m working hard to boost any Christmas spirit left in me.
Tomorrow, I’ll be joining TF Foundation’s activity, the Christmas party for the street kids. I am not a member of the foundation but when I heard about this event I forcibly enjoined myself to be among those who will clothe and feed and have fun with these unfortunate children.
Let’s see if it won’t do me any “good.”
Or else I’ll be a complete numb!
But really, I am no humbugger. Please…..
Friday, December 09, 2005
Saturday, December 03, 2005
It's almost Christmas
(Edited)And i still don't feel it.
This is probably one Christmas when even hearing the Christmas songs being played over the radio or in tha mall isn't that exciting anymore. I don't know.
Last night I attended my first Christmas party but apart from the little joy I derived from the games the host was providing us, there was not a flicker of happiness I used to feel when Christmas was just a few weeks away.
In the office, they set up a big Christmas tree to remind us Christmas is just around the corner. I don't need to be reminded. I am actually preparing for the Christmas party I always give to my little neighbors. This activity used to excite me but I don't know what has gotten into me these days.
At home, there are no Christmas decors, yet. But I already see bottles of red wine for the party in the neighborhood on Christmas eve. At least, the rest of my family does not share my feelings right now.
This is really strange. I don't want Christmas to go without my enjoying it.
Christmas shopping won't work for me. I hate shopping. I'm just sooo lazy to move from one rack or shelf to another, and with so many people around, no way!
Except for a pair of "damaged" jeans, I don't need anything else for myself as Christmas gift. I can even let this season pass even without my having had to purchase such "gift."
I'll be having my day-off tomorrow. Maybe a Christmas movie, a funny one, will help me deal with this stupid depression (whatever!) I have here.
Yati na ni!
This is probably one Christmas when even hearing the Christmas songs being played over the radio or in tha mall isn't that exciting anymore. I don't know.
Last night I attended my first Christmas party but apart from the little joy I derived from the games the host was providing us, there was not a flicker of happiness I used to feel when Christmas was just a few weeks away.
In the office, they set up a big Christmas tree to remind us Christmas is just around the corner. I don't need to be reminded. I am actually preparing for the Christmas party I always give to my little neighbors. This activity used to excite me but I don't know what has gotten into me these days.
At home, there are no Christmas decors, yet. But I already see bottles of red wine for the party in the neighborhood on Christmas eve. At least, the rest of my family does not share my feelings right now.
This is really strange. I don't want Christmas to go without my enjoying it.
Christmas shopping won't work for me. I hate shopping. I'm just sooo lazy to move from one rack or shelf to another, and with so many people around, no way!
Except for a pair of "damaged" jeans, I don't need anything else for myself as Christmas gift. I can even let this season pass even without my having had to purchase such "gift."
I'll be having my day-off tomorrow. Maybe a Christmas movie, a funny one, will help me deal with this stupid depression (whatever!) I have here.
Yati na ni!
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
Ang bahay ni Lola (Gary)
It was a laag (adventure?) I have been looking forward to these past months. And after several aborted plans we finally agreed to push through that laag.
Huh! As if I was talking about a tour to Europe. It was only in barangay Tejero, specifically in Gary Lao’s beloved home.
It was last Saturday when Gary, my gay friend/workmate, asked me if I wanted to go with him and Tina to his old mansion. As I told earlier this was a laag I’ve been looking forward to so I jumped at the opportunity before Gary could change his mind. Actually he almost did when he remembered he had not cleaned up the house. But heck! He knew how I loved old stuff. One time he showed me his aunt’s collection of stamps I could not take my eyes of them. And he gave me some of them and a few very old mailing envelopes that are now enshrined in my album of stamps. He also showed me his aunt’s friends’ directory circa 1962 (more or less).
Back to the laag. Just a few minutes from Colon, where our office is was Gary’s place.
Inside a populated area was his mansion. It was a two-storey 105-year-old Spanish-era house, which, Gary told me, was used as a “school” during the Japanese occupation. He inherited the house from his aunt, who died last year.
My tour was only up to the second floor since the lower part of the house was turned into an “apartment-for rent”. Nevertheless, I had a grand tour. I may be exaggerating but this is what I become when I talk of things I really love.
It was already dark and we were only three. Gary, by the way, is living alone in that huge house and I envy him for having such an environment-the old house with antique furnishings and displays.
His kusina (kitchen) was located at the rear portion of the house. And because his power supply in that area was temporarily cut off so we had to bring candles to light us there. Mind you, Gary was carrying candles with their old-as-time “crystal” candle-holder. Spooky!
There at his kitchen, with only a total of three candles to illuminate the entire place we cooked some food for dinner. It was really a feat. First, the light was limited. Second, there was no water from the faucet (bec his water tank only works in the morning when it’s full) so we had to use his water “reserve” (a true-blooded insik. That’s Gary!). And lastly, my talent in the kitchen is only eating. And because I was only limited to that I used garlic in cooking corned beef. I only remembered I was supposed to use onion when I tasted the food.
Minutes after, we had our sumptuous dinner of noodles, garlic-sautéed corned beef, bread (pandelicious!, which reminded me of San Joe’s canteen), fried chicken (from Gary’s ma, who lives just inside the compound) and coke (we had a big antique crystal water goblets each, except for Tina, who opted for the tumbler).
And while eating the ever-tihik (thrift) Gary said we were soooo fortunate he served us food when most of his visitors, if not all, left his house without his offering them snacks even if he never ran out of junk food, biscuits, etc. So Garyish!
He actually wanted us to bring food before we got to his house but we insisted we were his visitors so he had no choice but to “welcome” us.
After eating I proceeded to examining the contents of the many shelves in the living room. There were at least six of them. Most of which were filled with antique china wares: plates with “paintings”on them, cups and saucers, big dolls from different parts of the world, among others.
There were also two shelves displaying very old bottles of perfume. This was actually the part I was stuck, as most of the bottles were still full of the scented liquid. There were numerous Christian Dior in big and very tiny assorted bottles. I read familiar names. I opened some bottles and smelled their contents. Some still had scent but already faint.
At the bottom part of the shelf, where the bottles of perfume were displayed, was a case of lil coke bottles. Very little, I think 1 ½ inch tall. The wooden case was, of course, also sized to accommodate the lil softdrinks, of which content was already dried by time although there were still traces of the dark liquid.
At the opposite wall were two cabinets full of old toys, china dolls, small trinkets, figurines which dates back during the WWII, and many others.
Then I came across two gold-plated kucharitas (teaspoons). And guess what, Gary gave me the other one to my delight. The entire time last Sunday while watching TV I was grasping it. I’d have loved to post its picture I took using my phone but I’m still learning how to email an MMS.
There were actually so many little old things like the tiny bottles of perfume I wished to take home with me even without Gary’s consent but his great grandpa, the full-blooded Chinese, was staring at me. His portrait, already graying, was pinned near the door and he was like “hoy!” (yup! That’s Chinese too.) This picture, according to Gary, was discovered among piles of old photos in frames from one of the rooms in the house while he was cleaning the place after his aunt’s death. His family actually did not know who that Chinese-looking man in that photo was. It was Gary’s constant search for answers of his family background that led him to the discovery that that man was his father’s lolo. Sad!
There was no four-poster bed in any of the rooms. Gary told me those kinds of beds were taken by his relatives like what they did to some of the furniture.
Gary’s room, which used to be his aunt’s, was very huge. You could actually play tubig-tubig there. And like in the kitchen there was no lighting. There used to be a fluorescent lamp but a few months back it flared up while he was sleeping. Scared the same might occur again he never bothered to replace it and transferred his single bed to his sala.
It was so dark when we got inside his room. There were at least two big aparadors with life-sized mirrors in the room. I wonder how he manages to go about the place without knocking down some of the furniture or "other occupants" there.
I was really amazed at how vast Gary’s ancestors’ collection was. There was even a glass case full of empty chocolate boxes, softdrink cans, soap boxes (plum blossom, safeguard, etc), small scented soaps (still with soap bars inside) his aunts took home from hotels, and other stuff that when in disarray are trash. But they were uniquely arranged inside that glass case, another attraction to visitors.
I asked Gary if he would sell any of the items ‘cause I’m sure many collectors would pay a good price for most of the antiques he had there, but he said he never would. The house and everything inside it were his family’s, his past. Well, that’s one good thing about him and I’m very glad he’s keeping and taking care of the entire collection, which I would be visiting again soon. There was one abandoned room I still have to see. I’m excited!
Huh! As if I was talking about a tour to Europe. It was only in barangay Tejero, specifically in Gary Lao’s beloved home.
It was last Saturday when Gary, my gay friend/workmate, asked me if I wanted to go with him and Tina to his old mansion. As I told earlier this was a laag I’ve been looking forward to so I jumped at the opportunity before Gary could change his mind. Actually he almost did when he remembered he had not cleaned up the house. But heck! He knew how I loved old stuff. One time he showed me his aunt’s collection of stamps I could not take my eyes of them. And he gave me some of them and a few very old mailing envelopes that are now enshrined in my album of stamps. He also showed me his aunt’s friends’ directory circa 1962 (more or less).
Back to the laag. Just a few minutes from Colon, where our office is was Gary’s place.
Inside a populated area was his mansion. It was a two-storey 105-year-old Spanish-era house, which, Gary told me, was used as a “school” during the Japanese occupation. He inherited the house from his aunt, who died last year.
My tour was only up to the second floor since the lower part of the house was turned into an “apartment-for rent”. Nevertheless, I had a grand tour. I may be exaggerating but this is what I become when I talk of things I really love.
It was already dark and we were only three. Gary, by the way, is living alone in that huge house and I envy him for having such an environment-the old house with antique furnishings and displays.
His kusina (kitchen) was located at the rear portion of the house. And because his power supply in that area was temporarily cut off so we had to bring candles to light us there. Mind you, Gary was carrying candles with their old-as-time “crystal” candle-holder. Spooky!
There at his kitchen, with only a total of three candles to illuminate the entire place we cooked some food for dinner. It was really a feat. First, the light was limited. Second, there was no water from the faucet (bec his water tank only works in the morning when it’s full) so we had to use his water “reserve” (a true-blooded insik. That’s Gary!). And lastly, my talent in the kitchen is only eating. And because I was only limited to that I used garlic in cooking corned beef. I only remembered I was supposed to use onion when I tasted the food.
Minutes after, we had our sumptuous dinner of noodles, garlic-sautéed corned beef, bread (pandelicious!, which reminded me of San Joe’s canteen), fried chicken (from Gary’s ma, who lives just inside the compound) and coke (we had a big antique crystal water goblets each, except for Tina, who opted for the tumbler).
And while eating the ever-tihik (thrift) Gary said we were soooo fortunate he served us food when most of his visitors, if not all, left his house without his offering them snacks even if he never ran out of junk food, biscuits, etc. So Garyish!
He actually wanted us to bring food before we got to his house but we insisted we were his visitors so he had no choice but to “welcome” us.
After eating I proceeded to examining the contents of the many shelves in the living room. There were at least six of them. Most of which were filled with antique china wares: plates with “paintings”on them, cups and saucers, big dolls from different parts of the world, among others.
There were also two shelves displaying very old bottles of perfume. This was actually the part I was stuck, as most of the bottles were still full of the scented liquid. There were numerous Christian Dior in big and very tiny assorted bottles. I read familiar names. I opened some bottles and smelled their contents. Some still had scent but already faint.
At the bottom part of the shelf, where the bottles of perfume were displayed, was a case of lil coke bottles. Very little, I think 1 ½ inch tall. The wooden case was, of course, also sized to accommodate the lil softdrinks, of which content was already dried by time although there were still traces of the dark liquid.
At the opposite wall were two cabinets full of old toys, china dolls, small trinkets, figurines which dates back during the WWII, and many others.
Then I came across two gold-plated kucharitas (teaspoons). And guess what, Gary gave me the other one to my delight. The entire time last Sunday while watching TV I was grasping it. I’d have loved to post its picture I took using my phone but I’m still learning how to email an MMS.
There were actually so many little old things like the tiny bottles of perfume I wished to take home with me even without Gary’s consent but his great grandpa, the full-blooded Chinese, was staring at me. His portrait, already graying, was pinned near the door and he was like “hoy!” (yup! That’s Chinese too.) This picture, according to Gary, was discovered among piles of old photos in frames from one of the rooms in the house while he was cleaning the place after his aunt’s death. His family actually did not know who that Chinese-looking man in that photo was. It was Gary’s constant search for answers of his family background that led him to the discovery that that man was his father’s lolo. Sad!
There was no four-poster bed in any of the rooms. Gary told me those kinds of beds were taken by his relatives like what they did to some of the furniture.
Gary’s room, which used to be his aunt’s, was very huge. You could actually play tubig-tubig there. And like in the kitchen there was no lighting. There used to be a fluorescent lamp but a few months back it flared up while he was sleeping. Scared the same might occur again he never bothered to replace it and transferred his single bed to his sala.
It was so dark when we got inside his room. There were at least two big aparadors with life-sized mirrors in the room. I wonder how he manages to go about the place without knocking down some of the furniture or "other occupants" there.
I was really amazed at how vast Gary’s ancestors’ collection was. There was even a glass case full of empty chocolate boxes, softdrink cans, soap boxes (plum blossom, safeguard, etc), small scented soaps (still with soap bars inside) his aunts took home from hotels, and other stuff that when in disarray are trash. But they were uniquely arranged inside that glass case, another attraction to visitors.
I asked Gary if he would sell any of the items ‘cause I’m sure many collectors would pay a good price for most of the antiques he had there, but he said he never would. The house and everything inside it were his family’s, his past. Well, that’s one good thing about him and I’m very glad he’s keeping and taking care of the entire collection, which I would be visiting again soon. There was one abandoned room I still have to see. I’m excited!
Friday, November 25, 2005
moment ko 'to
Forgive me i just soooo love this song. i think it's bec of its melody. and the mmhhh mmhh part :D
NO ONE ELSE COMES CLOSE By: Joe
Mmhhh..mmhh..ma..mhhh..mmhhh…
When we turn out the lights
The two of us alone together
Something’s just not right
But girl you know that I would never ever let
Another’s touch come between the two of us
Cuz no one else will ever take your place
Chorus:
No one else comes close to you
No one makes feel the way u do
You’re so special girl to me
And you’ll always be eternally
Every time I hold u near
You always say the words I love to hear
Girl with just a touch
You can do so much
No one else comes close
Mmhh..mmhh..ma..mhh..mmhhh…
And when I wake up to
The touch of your head on my shoulder
You’re my dream come true yea
Oh girl you know I’ll always treasure
Every kiss and every day
I’ll love u girl in every way
And I always will cuz in my eyes
Repeat Chorus 2x
Mmhh..mmhh..ma..mhh..mmhhh…
Oh girl no
No one else comes close
Damn I love you
NO ONE ELSE COMES CLOSE By: Joe
Mmhhh..mmhh..ma..mhhh..mmhhh…
When we turn out the lights
The two of us alone together
Something’s just not right
But girl you know that I would never ever let
Another’s touch come between the two of us
Cuz no one else will ever take your place
Chorus:
No one else comes close to you
No one makes feel the way u do
You’re so special girl to me
And you’ll always be eternally
Every time I hold u near
You always say the words I love to hear
Girl with just a touch
You can do so much
No one else comes close
Mmhh..mmhh..ma..mhh..mmhhh…
And when I wake up to
The touch of your head on my shoulder
You’re my dream come true yea
Oh girl you know I’ll always treasure
Every kiss and every day
I’ll love u girl in every way
And I always will cuz in my eyes
Repeat Chorus 2x
Mmhh..mmhh..ma..mhh..mmhhh…
Oh girl no
No one else comes close
Damn I love you
Wednesday, November 23, 2005
Survey me
Some survey I got from someone’s blog ;)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY
1. vatski
2. libyang (yati!)
3. Libby Siamo
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF
1. I have enough self-descipline to keep me away from all evils except coke.
2. I am easy to please.
3. I’m most of the time on-time.
THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF
1. My laziness (not always though).
2. I misspell words most of the time (what can I do, tao lang ako).
3. I’m inconsistent
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE
1. Spanish
2. Filipino
3. Talisaynon (hehehe)
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU
1. Snakes
2. Famine
3. War
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS
1. My cellphone (I just got a new one)
2. My hanky
3. My shades
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW
1. T-Shirt
2. Pants
3. Rubber shoes
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL ARTISTS
1. Spicegirls (forever)
2. MYMP (while its music is hot)
3. Michelle Branch
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (OF ALL TIME)
1. At Your Best (MYMP)
2. God Must Have Spent A Li’l More Time On You (N’Sync)
3. No One Else Comes Close (Joe)
NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS
1. Go to Disneyland Hongkong (I need donors here)
2. Buy a new guitar
3. Play that new guitar
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP
1. Trust
2. Trust
3. Trust
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order)
1. I read newspapers at night
2. I’m an insomiac
3. I’m a girly girl
THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU
1. His looks (must be good)
2. His sense of humor
3. He must be clean (but never vain)
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO
1. Public speaking
2. Dance
3. Wear skirts
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES
1. Read
2. Watch TV/movies
3. Listen to good music
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW
1. Go home
2. Eat
3. Watch Jewel in the Palace
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING
1. Politics (hmmm…)
2. Write a book
3. Conceptualize ads?
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION TO
1. Disneyland Hongkong
2. Egypt (mummies)
3. Europe or wherever there are castles and royals
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. Have a charitable institution for the street kids and the homeless
2. Tour around the world and go back home
3. Drive a top-down MB at the coastal road (and definitely not die while doing it)
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL
1. I sometimes think I am Jessica Alba(tross)
2. I watch movies starred by Anne Hathaway, Hillary Duff, etc. (not bec of the kilig)
3. I am a couch potato (girl na?)
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY
1. I always wear jeans and T-shirt and rubber shoes
2. I drink coke straight from the bottle (kay mas lami)
3. I have a crush on Amanda Griffin (lagi!)
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY
1. vatski
2. libyang (yati!)
3. Libby Siamo
THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF
1. I have enough self-descipline to keep me away from all evils except coke.
2. I am easy to please.
3. I’m most of the time on-time.
THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF
1. My laziness (not always though).
2. I misspell words most of the time (what can I do, tao lang ako).
3. I’m inconsistent
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE
1. Spanish
2. Filipino
3. Talisaynon (hehehe)
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU
1. Snakes
2. Famine
3. War
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS
1. My cellphone (I just got a new one)
2. My hanky
3. My shades
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW
1. T-Shirt
2. Pants
3. Rubber shoes
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE MUSICAL ARTISTS
1. Spicegirls (forever)
2. MYMP (while its music is hot)
3. Michelle Branch
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS (OF ALL TIME)
1. At Your Best (MYMP)
2. God Must Have Spent A Li’l More Time On You (N’Sync)
3. No One Else Comes Close (Joe)
NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS
1. Go to Disneyland Hongkong (I need donors here)
2. Buy a new guitar
3. Play that new guitar
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP
1. Trust
2. Trust
3. Trust
TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE (in no particular order)
1. I read newspapers at night
2. I’m an insomiac
3. I’m a girly girl
THREE THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX THAT APPEAL TO YOU
1. His looks (must be good)
2. His sense of humor
3. He must be clean (but never vain)
THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO
1. Public speaking
2. Dance
3. Wear skirts
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES
1. Read
2. Watch TV/movies
3. Listen to good music
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW
1. Go home
2. Eat
3. Watch Jewel in the Palace
THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING
1. Politics (hmmm…)
2. Write a book
3. Conceptualize ads?
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION TO
1. Disneyland Hongkong
2. Egypt (mummies)
3. Europe or wherever there are castles and royals
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE
1. Have a charitable institution for the street kids and the homeless
2. Tour around the world and go back home
3. Drive a top-down MB at the coastal road (and definitely not die while doing it)
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A GIRL
1. I sometimes think I am Jessica Alba(tross)
2. I watch movies starred by Anne Hathaway, Hillary Duff, etc. (not bec of the kilig)
3. I am a couch potato (girl na?)
THREE WAYS I AM STEREOTYPICALLY A BOY
1. I always wear jeans and T-shirt and rubber shoes
2. I drink coke straight from the bottle (kay mas lami)
3. I have a crush on Amanda Griffin (lagi!)
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Harry Potter finally!
I watched it with jute and phoebe this afty.
A few minutes before 10 I was already in SM. It was actually my first time to be that early for a movie. We had to be there that early for so many reasons: people would come in droves in the afty, jute had a class at 2, phoebe had to go back to pluto, and I still had to report to work.
But it was worth it. It's one of those movies that give you no time, even a second, to go to the CR, for example. In my case I felt like relieving myself in my seat, but of course, I did not! I just could not!
Harry was already big. Ron's nose was even bigger. Forgive me. But he was funny huh!
Hermione was really captivating in her dress she wore during the Yule ball. Uhm, Katie Leung who played Cho Chang wasn't that pretty. She is in her pics though.
And Genny, she was a cute lil thing. I was closely paying attention to her cause I knew she was gonna be Harry's next love interest 2 years later. Oops!
The fight scene of Harry with Voldemort was 'bitin.' I actually forgot how that confrontation ended in the book.
But the scene when Harry clang to Cedrick was really touching.
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