Salon Price Hike

I have always loved salon days. Months ago, I wrote something about it being my only luxury. And months passed, and it’s still the only thing I treat myself constantly with…that is, until this morning. Mum and my Tita were to have their own respective trip to the salon and so naturally, I would’ve went with them so I could get my haircut for free. Good plan. That is, until we called for reservations. For some ridiculous reason, Bench Fix Hair salon decided to go all petroleum-like and raised their rates. Son of a…Used to be P285 is well, still pretty pricey but I figured, once a month and a half, right? I could manage. But the receptionists specifically told us that now they’re charging P350 per cut! Are the hairdressers and barbers also suffering from recession?

I’ll probably still go and get my haircut at Fix, and be happy about it. Like I said, my stylist there is the only one I trust my hair with. This presents a dilemma. Well, it’s a big deal for me anyways. I was thinking of letting my hair grow like it used to, my “F4” days, (refer to the scary accompanying picture) but my hair doesn’t grow that quick when I’m aiming for that long haired look. And my current messed-up style is easy to manage and doesn’t require that much effort. For now, I guess, I’ll just schedule my salon days two weeks before an important event or occasion. Grrr…the moment I get filthy rich, first thing I’m gonna spend on is hiring a stay-in hairdresser! I swear! Mwahahaha!

Tired + Exhausted + Weary = Fun

Tired! I’m probably using my reserves already just to keep myself going. I haven’t really been getting appropriate rest in the past few days. It’s not like something that is time-consuming happened. I don’t know. Last weekend, I only got 7 to 8 hours of sleep tops. Nonstop partying and after-effects of it kept me awake all throughout my rest days. Not that I’m complaining, I did had lots of fun. But I am feeling the consequences of going all Energizer Bunny.

T&C Survivors showcasing their not-fake-at-all smiles

Yesterday, our team had its general assembly. Many of us thought it would be that big of a deal because the team’s not really used to meetings and assembly, unless terrible news is to be relayed. But no, the meeting was actually light, kinda fun even. Sure, the hint of fake smiles and nonchalant emotions are somewhat apparent, but hey, I won two awards so I totally enjoyed it. Especially when we got to this IceBreaker challenge prepared by the bosses and when our new boss brought out his camera--photo-ops! Best part...the “acceptance” and picture taking with the presenter. *Heehee* Meeting was held 8:00 am so it’s one of the reasons why my insides feel like jello as of the moment.

And to keep the good times rolling, since it’s very rare that our schedules meet, what better way to make it all memorable than to go all sporty by bowling. Yes, I’m literally dragging myself to Mall of Asia but I know it’s going to be worth it. It’s dinner first at Pupung’s resto (how I miss thee) and then let the games begin. My team lost, and the shot that could’ve made the difference, I took it. Nevertheless, I was right. All of us enjoyed ourselves. And here’s your proof: 17. The Game.

How I wish for the weekend to arrive early. I feel like I’m coming down with something. I know I probably won’t get enough and suggested sleep hours but I will at least try. Oh, the pain and weakness of exhaustion. And I don’t even know why and how. What the hell’s causing this weariness? Good thing there’s always something/someone to look forward to every single day. Zzzzzz (--.)

Good Morning, Timmy

Today is going to be a long day. I just know it’ll be. Why? Because it’s one of those super rare times that I am awaken very early, and I mean early. I even had breakfast. Yes, a real hearty breakfast meal, and got to read the papers! Weird! For the past few days, weeks even, I’ve been deprived of my true love: sleep. It’s like there are these forces that wakes me up even before my alarms does their jobs. It’s not like I’m excited or anything. No. I cannot think of one good reason for excitement of that magnitude to keep me conscious longer than usual. No. Then what is it? Beats me.

Got about four hours of sleep. For some, four hours, already a luxury, but like I said, I’ve always been the play hard; sleep harder type of guy. And this mini hangover is not really helping. Where are them Biogesics when you need one? Last night, till early dawn this morning, was Z’s birthday bash. Crazy never-on-Sundays song selections and one bucket later, I was speeding home: 20 minutes, all it took from España to home. Stupid! What was I thinking? (Allo, I’m Lindsey Lohan!) Thank the Man upstairs I got home in one piece. Never again!

Well, there’s always my trusted Tylenol PM. Surely, this is a job for those little tablets of dreamland. But then again, I’m thinking productiveness. On my mind: early Christmas shopping for those people who matter; buy presents for Ninong and Z; actually go back to Quezon City to have my camera fixed (been dead for several months now); finish the final book in the series that I’m reading; or (my personal fave) go indolent! I’m thinking option number five! It’ll probably prevail anyway. The gifts for Ninong and Z comes in second as I really want to give them something special for their birthdays which is today. Let’s see. For the mean time, since it’s still early, I’ma go all classic me first! Oh, by the way, I’m home alone, at least until night time. So, I was thinking, a sixth option? [Evil Grin] (--,)

Go Reproductive Health Bill!

“Please join our signature campaign to prevent the Reproductive Health Bill from being passed by Congress…” Bleh! I’ve been hearing this line every Sunday for a month or so now from our priests here in our parish. No. I have nothing against religion. I can safely say that I’m a Catholic, just not that devout like my family is. And that, probably, is the reason why I think the moralists preventing the passing of the Reproductive Health Bill is just utterly ridiculous.

What? You want more people in our already over-populated archipelago? Do you not trust your kids to do the right thing? (Hmm…not really a good argument. Haha.) Those who came up with the bill are just being practical and right. It’s the freaking 21st century, unless the Church will launch a crusade like it did in the medieval times against horny people, mankind will have sex--protected and planned or not. Might as well be safe while doing it, right?

What about the sanctity of marriage? I don’t wanna go there. Frankly, I don’t wanna go up against the super scary forces of those old women in blue uniforms (not hypocritical at all) and the equal rights for everybody groups. I’m just keeping my mind open for what the RHB can and will do for us. So, please, spare me from the campaign against sex bill. It’s not even fully about sex. Unless, it’s a line for a guest list…I ain’t signing nothing!!! (--,)

Chuck Versus the First Date

“My name is Charles Carmichael, CIA Agent, and this is MY trap. I don't think you gentlemen realize the gravity of the predicament that you're in. You see, that phone call you made to the Buy More? Yeah, we traced that. Your compound is currently surrounded by 23 infantry troopers, 16 snipers, 17 heavy gunners, 4 demolitions experts, and enough ammunition to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger. You're outmanned and you're outgunned. Those peashooters you're holding might as well be sharp sticks and strong language.”

Oh, yes, our lovable spy geek is back…and methinks he’s here to stay. “Chuck,” one of the shows premiering this fall that I have been patiently anticipating for finally came, and what an opening it was. The sophomore season of this spy comedy looks promising and it’s definitely worth the wait. I was having trouble concentrating on my “multi-tasking” duties as I cannot contain my laughter throughout the whole episode. If each scene of Heroes: Villains was compelling, then Chuck Versus the First Date succeeded in making its viewers glued to the screen for its entire duration. Chuck Bartowski, together with CIA officer-slash-love interest, Sarah; Major Casey, NSA; sister Ellie and fiancé Captain Awesome (who stole the show with some comedic scenes); sidekick Morgan and the whole crew of Buy More…are all present for the ride. Hell, if Supernatural wasn’t so awesome two Fridays ago, I’d consider this premiere to be the best among the rest this fall season.

Without spoiling any major plotlines, yes, Chuck and Sarah were about to kiss, for real. [Giggles] The main reason I watch this show is because of their relationship. Kinda gives one hope that nothing is impossible. (Keep telling that to yourself!) A charming drip and a hot femme fatale--it could happen.

As if Tuesdays aren’t action-packed enough, now comes “Chuck.” Definitely, I won’t miss any episode this season, count on that.

DynasThree

Dynasty + Three = DynasThree

Season 84 NCAA Champions: The San Beda Red Lions!!!

My beloved Red Lions kept the crown for the third straight year.
A rare feat of grandslam of all sorts.
And I was there to witness how history was made.
Not much details on this post. Wait for that in the coming days.
(Just got home from the never-ending celebration in Mendiola)
This just a mere tribute for the best collegiate team around!
What a way to end September!

Animo San Beda!
Three-peat, baby!

Borrowed pic from Inquirer while waiting for uploads

Regine Angeles on Maxim

Regine Angeles = ♥

Okay, the October 2008 cover model of Maxim Philippines made me purchase the magazine. Yes, I actually, literally, bought a copy. This is because with regards to my long-term goal, I have decided to spend eternity with Regine Angeles. Not many people know who she is. Look up 2007 Be Bench The Model Search Female Grand Winner--her best title to date. She also has full-time stints in primetime telenovelas showing in local channels. Nothing much is known about this stunner, which I actually prefer. That way, I won’t have a lot of karibals. Hehehe. Right. Let me stop now before it sounds way too creepy.

I don’t usually buy copies of men’s magazines. Most of the issues I own are back copies on sale. Nevertheless, on the rare occasions that I do, the cover girl must’ve been really worthy and goddess-like to catch my attention and make me shelf out a couple bucks (the last I think way still way back in college with Nicole Hernandez grazing the cover of UNO Mag). And Regine certainly is worthy.

The issue also includes a poster of her! Oh, joy.

Regine Angeles = ♥

When I Grow Up

Sydney Fox, Lara Croft, Rick O’Connell, and the world’s most famous archaeologist, Indiana Jones--these are just some of the best fictional characters that I adored and looked up to (well, not Sydney and Lara of course but I certainly adore them). They are archaeologists. Most people I know don’t really have a clue about this side of me. If there’s one subject that I really am interested in (and good at) it’s history.

Ever since forever, I’ve always been fascinated with the world’s history and what better way to appreciate the past than ancient artifact and relics. I’ve always believed that every treasure or piece has this magical story behind them passed by through generations. History, geography, culture, and my personal favorite, mythology--I’m such a geek for these topics.

I remember, when cable was introduced in the 90’s, Nickelodeon had this game show, “Legends of the Hidden Temple,” where kids in pairs are pitted against each other through several tasks and challenges and the winning pair gets to enter Olmec’s temple and find the historical artifact, and of course, winning the grand prize. It was my dream to join that show (hehe) because I found the questions really easy and it’ll probably be the closest I can get to an epic adventure.

Of course, I don’t consider myself to be an expert or scholar on this matter. But I want to be. You see, archaeology may be a weird profession especially on my side of the globe, but then again, I was always the type who would go with what I want rather than the practical choice. That’s why I wanted to study history in college. When I was younger than my current self, when asked about what I want to be when I grow up, my automatic answer would be, “I want to be an archaeologist.” But, as luck would have it, I ended up with a degree in business and entrepreneurship management. Having said that, I have decided to pursue my dream and take up further studies of archaeology in the University of Philippines. I read about their program and I was really fascinated with it. Cool, huh? Yeah, even Bes thinks so too. Hold on just one minute. I said “I decided,” that doesn’t necessarily mean I’m actually enrolling at this coming semester.

Believe me, there is nothing more I want than to go ahead and study again, but there are a lot of factors to consider with this move that I want to make. I may not be the best student then, but I think my credentials are enough for the state university to accept my application. (I actually graduated with a Bachelor of Science degree…still surprises me to this day) Sure, the tuition is manageable, but then again, I’ll have to be self-sustaining as the parents will not be able to help me out with this one; I need to keep my day job, which makes it a little impossible as time is of the essence in my industry. And the fact that U.P. is in the other side of NCR doesn’t help at all.

Maybe not today, maybe not this year, hell, it may even take years before I reach this goal of mine. But one thing’s for sure, this will be good for me. I’m actually doing something with my life and I will most surely enjoy every minute of it. After all, it’s always fun when you’re doing what you want, right? Someday, there will be a major dig or a very important archaeological find with me spearheading it. Maybe I’ll be the one who will discover the Holy Grail, or discover if there really is a Fountain of Youth, or just some ordinary but significant urn that will unlock the majestic gates of heaven (okay, I got carried away). I could just imagine. Dashing and debonair me. (--,)