Not so Keen with 2013

Pesky Mayans. Why couldn’t have they been right? Why couldn’t it all end in 2012? It was such a great year that the following had so much to live up to. It didn’t. 2013 was the worst year I had ever lived through. No contest. Usually, I give out 10 best moments that I experienced throughout the year. Last year, I doubt I could even think of five.

Let’s see. You think you’d get a slow start since nothing really happens on January. But no. See, after my birthday, it was decided that I’m destined for greater things. Say, lead my team to glory. Or more realistically, my superior felt the need to take her talents to Miami, er, Ortigas. And being the heir apparent and all, I rose to the ranks and become the Nth Earl of Grantham, I mean, OIC. Great way to start the year, right? Wrong. With great power comes additional night differential. How I hated night shifts. Nothing good ever comes out of working nights. But in order to lead, one must embrace the darkness. And so I have been a creature of the night for almost a year now. I believe this is where it started to go downhill for me.

The succeeding months were a blur of misery. You’d think I’d be thankful for the opportunity, but I never make things easy. Somewhere in March, there was another change of leadership. But this time, it involved royalty. Our long-time manager, my then superior, did a Dwight Howard and transferred to another team for a chance of another ring. Or simply because we can’t afford him anymore. Either way, a new player was activated, a lady boss. Lady boss is cool. If she had come to us earlier, during our glory (bad pun) years, we could have made wonderful things happen. Alas, her arrival meant some changes, and those changes weren’t just simple tweaks.

By middle of the year, we bid farewell to that other team in our account. The Red Coats just suddenly surrendered as they weren’t making enough profits. Naturally, being the stable of the two, we can just absorb these people and carry on with our lives as if nothing happened. Yeah, we were all sipping tea and exchanging tales for at least a month before the powers that be decided to cut more losses. Good bye, mates. It was, well, interesting. Good thing these kinds of things will never ever happen to a sturdy and strong team like mine.

I’ve always loved September. September is where the magic always happen. Guess, last year’s wasn’t all that different. Except it wasn’t white magic, but horrible bad juju. Execute Order 66. Or in the words of the Great Emperor Palpatine, “Wipe them out. All of them.” Finally. We’re getting the boot. Well, some of us are. I just lost people that I’ve known for more than half a decade. Some I consider friends, some acquaintances, but both very heartbreaking. So out of that almost 300 people we started with, after the Battle of Thermopylae, only seven of us are left. And that’s how it had been since then. The icing on the cake is that this all happened under my watch. So much for a brave and fearless leader. Wait. I’m not actually The leader. Not officially anyway. But as Chandler Bing’s principle, if one accepts promotion, one is finally accepting that it is his/her official job. This is all temporary to me, all seven years of it.

So 2013, such a magical month. But I suppose I couldn’t say nothing good came out of the year. By June, my Western family came home yet again to celebrate Iya’s 80th. Such a huge event. The family also had the Anvaya Cove Experience. Beach and buffets, I think that qualifies as a win. September had its share of magic as my high school buddy Adrian tied the knot with his long-time beau, Franchelle. It was part surreal, part expected. I always knew the bastard’s going to be the first one to settle. Suffice to say, it was great seeing those guys again. Something I’m pretty sure won’t happen in the near future. What else? We celebrated Mom’s birthday at Tagaytay with a pretty awesome lunch. And October brought about the annual Bernabe Halloween Bash. Much better turn out this year, which raised the bar for next year’s. Lastly, my San Beda Red Lions got its fourth straight championship crown by November. They say it’s the sweetest, what with all the hardships the team had to endure throughout the season. I’m inclined to believe it is.

(Clockwise) Col. Sanders, Anvaya, 4-peat, IanCelle, Mom

What do you know? There are five memories that are to be cherished after all. Few more things, 2013 saw the emergence of my love for anything Oriental. Chinese, really. I don’t care much for Koreans. Anyway, anything oriental. Like while I’m writing this, there is erhu music playing in the background. And don’t get me started on Hong Kong Cinema. Look, I know I’ve been dragging this whole Hong Kong is the best place in the world for quite some time now, but it is. Deal with it. I started with a couple of martial arts films, Bruce Lee and Jackie Chan flicks mostly, and now I can probably name a good number of Hong Kong celebrities and their movies. Probably better than my knowledge of local entertainment. Some say it gives one culture when one is diverse with his world cinema. I say, they’re right. It’s an addiction, as much as I love a plate of dim sum and chopsticks.

I’ve been reading again. Surprising as it may sound, I am. Though let’s not get carried away. It’s mostly Kafka’s works, that I stay away from. Seriously, anything beyond 300 pages -- not cool. But it’s a vast improvement from just bothering with books that have pictures on them. Hey, even if I’m reading fantasy literature, the point is I’m reading. And it made me remember how much I love mythology and, more importantly, history. Now there’s a career I want to get myself into.

But the real reason why I don’t have love for 2013? It changed me. For the worse. And that is another story for another time. Just know that that change took over me, the whole of me.

Here’s your 10 words of 2013: CHANGE, DEFEAT, ISOLATION, FAMILY, FOOD, MYTHOLOGY, MISERY, ORIENTAL, TELEVISION, SURVIVAL

(--,) is currently obsessed on anything Cantonese, has been reading Riordan’s works and is very much addicted to Downton Abbey. You may notice tones in his writing concerning those three.

Forgotten in 2011 Part II

Part II of Forgotten in 2011. As promised, I am going to indulge you with the insignificant but you’re going to read them anyway activities of mine for 2011. Let’s start with...

January: a good friend got married and I actually caught the bride’s garter. Cool, right? Had my mind was clear and I was actually there in my A-game. Unfortunately, someone decided to stay in my head and refuses to leave. Also, I threw a grand party to celebrate my 25th year of existence. It was fun. It was the first time I was able to bring together all my circles: high school kada, some of the boys, village kids and office all-stars. I gots to admit, it was a blast. By the way, it was in January that I tried to “grab a spoon.” I failed.

February: Month of the hearts. Not that I joined the festivities. Too busy fixing my own. I, however, found myself and the T&C All-Stars on the sands of Puerto Galera. Awesome, is what it was. Made a fool of myself by trying water sports. City boy here. Not to be used for water. As if I needed more awkwardness. But I found that I am a very responsible friend in this trip. And, hello, iPhone 4.

March: Third time’s a charm. Or so I hoped. Not even flashy confectioneries worked. I think it was in March that I finally started to see things clearly.

April: April was awesome. Busy month: Hannah’s Italian birthday; Mendiola Holy Week homecoming for me, Diana and Mary Grace and tour for Dinah; Nuvali tour for the Venturas courtesy of Uncle Petes and late dinner at Tagaytay during Good Friday; and T&C’s Highest of Fives, fifth year anniversary of our “beloved” account. The spoon-grabbing was absent this month.

May: The long-awaited, years-in-the-making April MeanBoys celebration finally happened. My best buds: Cyrus, Lawrence and Ralph’s joint birthday bash at Astoria Plaza. It was in this event that I realized that we weren’t that group of idiots who will always be there for each other. We are grownups now. Most of us needs to be home for their families and others have someone waiting for them. I was the only one left to spend the night with Cy and Aimee. Very sad, I know. And the happy couple would have preferred to be “alone.” Sorry, guys. Ha-ha. It did not end there. Merville celebrated its annual fiesta and the village kids had their after-party here at our clubhouse: good times. My adorable cousin Bea also had her ballet recital at Ateneo. Clubbing night at Seventh High for a Cosmo event courtesy of one of my favorite in-law, Pau. I was so totally cured of the infatuation. I thought.

June: Being that my friends are now living their own lives and I am totally “over” my predicament, I had to find something to keep myself sane. And that’s where I turned over to the geek side: comic books. My second half of 2011 was dedicated to reading and starting a small collection of comic books. I’ve always liked it but was never really this serious. Say what you want to say, but it really made me happy and kept my sanity intact. Oh, and Dallas Mavericks got their first NBA championship at the expense of Miami Heat.

July: Only three things comes to mind: the end of the Harry Potter films, NBA players visits Manila and Iya’s despedida. Iya finally had her U.S. application granted and by the end of this month, left for California to stay with Ninang Cathy and the family. The NBA visit semi-brought out the 2005 me. Then again, I think it’s already an annual thing. I’m gonna go through that every year but it won’t last very long.

August: Marked my five years working in my company. Half a decade, who would have thought? A milestone, I’m sure; but considered an achievement, on the fence. My dreams will never come to fruition if I stay here for another five years. Spicy Fingers became my favorite Happy Hour hangout in this month. And sadly, I missed this year’s VanessaPalooza because of typhoon Mina, who caused a lot of damage up north. With the departure of Iya, lots of changes in the household.

September: Ah, yes. September. The king of months. The one month I can always count on. Important people celebrating their birthdays. And it always delivers. Mom and I celebrated her birthday at Manila Ocean Park. She always wanted to go there so we finally did. Cool place. And of course, Bes’ annual birthday bash: the party of parties! The one event where we go all out and we go home with smiles on our faces. It was definitely a night to remember, and let’s just leave it at that. For months, I tried very hard to be all rational and to not open that door. After that awesome night, I turned the knob.

October: Look. I was in my very-hopeful-and-happy-but-utterly-naïve mode by this time. I laughed at my first quarter of 2011 self. I cannot believe I was that person. Here’s someone new who is more in my league. Challenging and complicated, yes; but someone who I’ll be able to relate to more. But after a few weeks and one special occasion, my pal failure comes a’knockin’ yet again. But what’s this? An actual MeanBoys nightout took place this month. AJ’s daughter, Ajee, celebrated her 2nd birthday and most of the boys were there. Nightout ensues after the party. I got lambasted by the boys for not being able to do anything when the opportunity presented itself. I told them there was nothing there. They did not buy it one bit. They just know me too well. Well, at least it got me thinking. Good thing Cy’s out of the country. And we certainly can’t forget, Back-to-back championships for my San Beda Red Lions, and I was there to witness the victory.

November: I think I finally accepted my fate of being alone and just decided to make the most out of it. I started not expecting from my friends, lessened my anger and resentment towards not having anyone, and just be awesome instead. I just realized, maybe Mom knew how I felt and planned this whole dine out in a new restaurant every weekend thing. It worked. I was actually enjoying her company and that abandonment feeling left me. Yes, expensive food is very therapeutic. Who says money can’t buy happiness? There was also this team bowling activity--that was fun. And just when I thought everything is going to be okay, the last day of this month proved otherwise.

December: Holiday season. Who doesn’t love Decembers? Fresh from the last day of November, that first-quarter me is back. It’s just the holidays. Then comes the team’s year-end party. I took point, so that the party will be awesome. That means, just like year, which really started it all, the vicious cycle will be repeating itself. But I’m not complaining. It’s just the holidays, right? The Party God made an appearance this month as his year-end party was a success. Also, I found love from my teammates. Suddenly, we ain’t this boring group of individuals anymore. We actually started going out, weekly, which I can honestly say one of the highlights of my year. They knew all along that my feelings never left me and I was just good at keeping it, and eventually it will return. Bastards! But it’s just the holidays. Oh, there are so many worthy moments for this month, but aside from the year-end, Christmas Eve and New Year’s Eve, there was one particular night that made me very happy. Still, it was just the holidays. It was nothing. And let me contradict and be truthful to myself by saying, for me, it was everything. And I’m kinda carrying that feeling as of this writing. This month, Uncle Alex and family started to move in to their new mansion, so that’s where we celebrated Christmas and New Year’s Eve this year. The Holidays are so much better this year.

How many of your precious minutes did I waste? You’re welcome. Do not fret, there’s still part three, the conclusion of my year-end review. Wait for it. But don’t hold your breath for it.

It’s not just the holidays, after all... (--,)

January

Start the year right. January always delivers. Yay! Fun-filled month and not one boring moment. Lots of ups and plenty of downs, but the ups and highlights trumps the downs. The negative side took its toll on us work-wise though. I feel the end is near and an uprising is at hand. Anyway, let the pictures narrate to you how my January went. I turned a year older and interesting things transpired. Woot!

January 1, 2009 | New Year Morn at Merville

January 1, 2009 | In-Between Nights

January 3, 2009 | Arfel & Len’s Wedding

January 3, 2009 | After Wedding Party with Classic ABE

January 3, 2009 | Nay-in-Law’s Despedida

January 17, 2009 | T&O’s Screwdriver Bash

January 19, 2009 | 23

January 25, 2009 | FROLICS ‘09 with High School friends

January 30, 2009 | Dinner with Friendships

January 31, 2009 | Underworld: Rise of the Lycans

Lots of people don’t like February for some reason. I don’t like the occasion it signifies but I’ve always found Februaries to be interesting, at least, for me. So, let’s hope the month of hearts won’t disappoint.

The Year of the Bovine Kind

Last year, I said to myself and I truly believed that 2008 would just be a continuation of 2007…plain boring and uneventful. Yeah, I still have leftovers from my meal that is that statement. A little late for my New Year blog, I know. But I had to really think about how I lived my life when the rodents took over. Two thumbs up for dear old Mickey and Jerry for making 2008 a hell of a ride. There were forgettable moments but the ones that stuck to me are really worth remembering.

This year, is the year of the bovine kind. Herds are in and people will flock in groups. Okay, I made that up but it sounded factual anyways. 2009 started, for me, hanging out with friends and colleagues. Maybe that’s why I believe this year, friends and circles will be vital to everyday existence. My life might revolve around them, and I ain’t complaining. Bring it!

2008 posed a new dilemma, one that is exciting and raises one interest. Sure, lots have changed since 2005, and that impasse is still ongoing, but I predict that the results will not really be that different three years ago. Boo! But what can I do? (Lots, you fool!) I just can’t stay away from my Chuck Bass-like attitude, minus the billion-dollar factor. Everything and everyone has an expiration date. Some, expires even before I get to call them mine. That’s me!

According to my 2008 self, I made “moving out and having my own place” as my top priority last year. LOL. Last year me, you amuse us! This time, I’d be aiming for a more feasible goal: gain weight. “Oh, the boy thinks it’s his end of the world because he doesn’t have the same problem as everyone else!” Well, frankly, I do. It is not my fault that I ain’t chums with my metabolism. She’s not a sloth like I am. So this year, gots to eat, eat, eat and beef up.

Let me summarize 2008 with 10 of the most relative random words that are connected to moi: PARTY, FRIENDS, FAMILY, TRAVEL, TWILIGHT, DEATH, GOODBYE, EVENT, COMEDY, and POSSIBLE LOVE. Totally relative yet random words.

Outlook or wish for the year ahead:
I just hope this year trumps out the last! (--,)

Best Days

Best days usually happens when you least expect it. Hmm…that sounded like it needs rephrasing. But I actually mean it. Yesterday, January 3, 2009, well, I’m including it in my list of one of the best days ever. Given that it’s my good college buddy Arfel’s wedding and Nay-in-law Ces’ despedida, sure, two major occasions with no high expectations, really. And so the Party Gods resented that and proved me wrong.

Arfel’s and Len’s Wedding

I did not make it to the mass ceremony. Funny thing, I was awake by 6:00 am and it was set at 9:30 am. Plenty of time. Not for a slothful bastard like yours truly. It’s so early. Why not make it after lunch or dinner? But they have their reasons. And so, I made it to the Basilica of San Sebastian around 11:30 am and met up with half of the class. Yes, half of the class, some I haven’t seen since we marched down that aisle to get our diplomas. And one surprise guest, Kenneth! That blockmate of ours left for Alaska when we finished our Junior Year in college. He’s really here. And my, he hasn’t changed, probably a little richer, but still…LOL! Left for the reception at Crowne Plaza, Ortigas. Kenneth, now a “Don,” wants coffee first before we go to the actual lunch reception and who are we to refuse caffeine? So, we met up with Vincent and Paula there, and Lawrence and Teri followed, and up we went to Mr. and Mrs. Garcia’s lavish reception. Well, as expected, they did not disappoint. Only there I’ve seen 15 menus served for guests with food titles that will not fit a regular text message. Cool, super!

There were two video presentations: one, a montage that showed their younger years and how they ended up saying yes to each other in front of their family and friends. Nice! And the other, a music video that showcased snippets of the mass ceremony and their preparations per se…that thing shook my tear glands as I’ve watched it a while ago. Whew! After all the things they’ve been through, they made it! Hope it lasts.

Tasha, Dion, Cent, Paula, Teri, Law, (--,), JM

After-Wedding Party

What’s a MeanBoy Wedding without the traditional after-party? Yes, it’s rare that you can gather us all in one location and actually have time for festivities. Session, just like good old days. With Kenneth being tagged as the next big thing (haha) as Arfel is no longer the big boss as he already has mature obligations, sky is still the limit. Dion called and said he’ll be able to make an appearance, thus making it a must! Went to this seafood restaurant in Metrowalk that I keep forgetting the name and ordered not one shred of seafood. Beer, beer, sisig, nachos, and more beer. But as the night draws closer, a suggestion surfaced. Mucho’s is open and our vocal chords are itching to sing. Problem is, I can’t stay and I have to go. My other engagement, with Ces’, is also very important. So, I sang a few songs, took a couple more pictures, and bid farewell to what I consider to be my second family: Mean Boys.

(--,), Zelle, Neng, Ces, Ton, Odette, Veejei

Farewell Singing Party of Nay-in-law Ces

Me in my formal suit, necktie and vest, flew over the roads of EDSA to reach Macapagal Ave. for my third family: my teammates. I came, they saw, and I conquered. They were already having so much fun but it turned into a party when I stepped inside Music Room #3. Hehehe. It did, ask them. They found reason to start a wave of ridicules, all at my expense. And all of it, well, you guys know what it’s all about. Clue: it involves hard-hitting sappy songs. But it’s all good. I found entertainment in an Ogie classic, “Dito sa Puso Ko,” to the delight of everyone. And a silence-inducing and awkward-looks version of “Please Be Careful with my Heart,” sung by myself and Z. I saw the looks, you bastards! Hahaha! But the night is all about Nay-in-law Ces, our supervisor. I felt she went out with a bang. She only headed our team for just half a year but for me, she made the most impact with my current career.

Like I said, the night should’ve been all about her…but no, when it’s all clear, they decided to toast me alive with controversy, basing their opinions on my songs and actions. Yes, I got advices, two-cents-worths, and was lectured for my lack of action to my current situation. Hah! They say enough Chuck Bass and more myself. But, but, but…okay, they made their point. It’s going to be different this time around. Swear.

Arfel & Len: Please stay together forever. I know you two will be happy.
Mean Boys: I wish we’d have get-togethers and sessions more often. I miss you, guys.
Nay-in-law: I want to thank you for everything. I will miss you and much love!

Great day, January 3. What a way to begin the New Year! If this is how 2009 will be like, hell, I am in for one joyous, magnificent, glorious, action-packed ride! Bring it! I’m excited!

Grabbed wedding photo from Arfel’s

Godspeed, Ivan

Can’t I survive a week without hearing any tragic news of people I know passing away? Seriously, it’s not even realistic anymore! It’s one thing to die from natural causes, that already hurts the people you leave behind; but being brutally murdered for some petty reasons? How do you think the loved ones who were left would feel? It’s the victim who had it easy. He or she won’t ever have to see or experience the grief and sorrow that his or her family and friends are going through because of what happened to him or her.

“Only Ivan can get away from wearing couture we would secretly love to be seen in.”

A 27-year-old colleague of mine, Ivan Joel de Guzman, was found dead in his condominium yesterday, December 1, 2008, early morning. Initially most of us, his friends, thought it was only an accident, a car accident at that. But recent reports stated there was foul play involved, that he was killed and a fire was set to cover up the murder. It was our supervisor who broke the news to me through an SMS message, and I was seriously surprised. Not him. He does not fit the type who will be lay wasted just like that. Like most of our colleagues who wrote about this tragedy, I myself am not really rubbing elbows with this guy. But still, I know him, I hung out with him, and he has my full respect. Only Ivan can get away with wearing couture we would secretly love to be seen in. He was this jolly giant whose height I envied and I think no one will contest, the most fabulous transcriptionist amongst everyone.

Whoever said that outsourcing companies are full of pretentious people, you obviously don’t know that there’s a little account named T&C exists. After reading so much concern and love for our fallen comrade, I just realized that one will never have to worry about being remembered.

What your horoscope had to say about yesterday. Found it while I was going through your Facebook to borrow some images. Yep, you were more popular and in-demand, not the good kind but you still were!

Ivan, God bless, man.
You left us totally unexpected and the manner that you did…very painful…but hey, in true fashion form, you left us rockstar-style.
The Lord must be in dire need of a good DJ to invite you in his private party up there.
I know there’s a big welcoming event wherever you are right now.
Party hard up there! You’re officially missed!

Here are some links about the tragedy:
Cops probe death of 27-year-old in Pasay condo fire - report
Man Linked to Arson-Slay Case Sought

Godspeed, Jonjon

KNOWN for his daredevil moves and keen outside shooting, former San Beda King Red Cub and University of the Philippines point guard Lino "Jon-jon" Tabique Jr. thought he had the game all figured out. Like any athlete, he felt invincible on court. He was a fleet-footed playmaker who could authoritatitvely orchestrate the team and fearlessly take the game-winning shot. Until, at 21, he was told he had cancer. Tabique now carries with him the fear of dying young.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I'm still going to wake up tomorrow. And I keep thinking that I don't want to die. So I just pray. I tell God to give me one more chance,” says the soft-spoken Tabique.

It's a fear that the UP Fighting Maroon has been battling since January this year. Tabique was first diagnosed with tuberculosis, but further tests revealed he had stage 3 non-Hodgkins lymphoma, a form of cancer affecting the lymphatic system. The lymphatic system is made up of tissues and organs that help the body fight infections and other diseases. And just like on court, it's still Jon-jon Tabique's competitive spirit that's pushing him to win the biggest battle of his life. “I don't want to die. I will fight to survive.”

-Excerpt from “Fighting to Play Again,” a 2004 Philippine Daily Inquirer article by Jasmine W. Payo. Got this from his cousin, Mae, online.

Lino Tabique, Jr. or “Jonjon” to us, his high school batchmates, lost his long battle with cancer last November 13. It was while browsing around Bedista.com that I read about this really tragic news. Jonjon was “the” man on campus during our high school years. He was the King Red Cub and star basketball player. But one thing that differentiated him from the stereotypical jocks of high school years, the guy’s humble. Well, coming from a private all-boys institution, you can’t take away the naughtiness and mischievousness of the students, but still, he was never a jerk. He had always kept his feet planted in the ground.

I can’t say we were that close. But I know the guy and have the utmost respect for his accomplishments and all the glory he brought to our beloved school. On and off-court, Jonjon made a name for himself. He was a good friend to his barkada and a great leader to his teammates. He will be missed.

Like what Thops said in his tribute blog, I’m also thankful for having to meet one of the greatest Red Cub there was and a good batchmate. I’m also thankful for letting us feel what it’s like to be a champion by sharing your basketball talents and bringing home countless victories for San Beda. Thanks, pare!

That in All Things, God May Be Glorified!

Thops is cooking up some tribute thing for Jonjon. While he’s working on that, I borrowed the picture from his Friendster. Sorry for the late entry, man!

Roadtrip, Anyone?

Where can one go on a full tank of gas?

- Distance from Manila to Baguio is 250 km

(I’d probably make it to Tarlac before I run out of gas)

- Distance from Manila to La Union is 259 km

(Not bad. I get to visit my relatives)

- Distance from Manila to Pagudpud is 563.15 km

(I’m better off going to Baguio)

- It will take 1:15 hours from Merville to Fairview

(I’ll visit my cousins)

- It will take 45 minutes from Merville to Bambang

(I miss my old house)

- It will take 40 minutes from Merville to Quezon City

(Now, here’s an idea)

- It will take 20 minutes from Merville to Alabang

(Still wins!)

Oh kay…forgive the ecstatic driver. I’m pretty sure that this is the first time my car felt what it’s like to have a full tank of gas. The credit goes out to my Tita who fortunately has some gas card credits left that will expire by Friday. And expensive solvents such as gasoline mustn’t go to waste, if I may so meself! Righteous!

Few months ago, I decided that for my birthday next year, I want to take a road trip. I’ll probably go to Pampanga first and stay with my relatives there, then off to Baguio for a vacation. If I have time, maybe I could go to La Union as I’ve been told I have some kins based there. Just like what Orlando Bloom’s character in Elizabethtown did. But sadly, I ain’t going anywhere. Full tank or gas light blinking dangerously, the car wouldn’t make it. Best that I could do is get the car tuned up and get all things fixed so that my road trip would be possible. Just the thought of it is exciting, right? And maybe I could take someone with me to this epic trip of mine. Or meet her somewhere ala-Kirsten Dunst in the film. Will you?

“Turn on ignition. Begin your journey and do not skip ahead.”

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. (--,)

Mortality

At the risk of seeming emo, one’s mortality is now being questioned in my circle. So much death this year--one, a friend a few months back; another, a colleague’s mother; and just yesterday, a close friend’s father. Except for the mother, it all happened so fast, without warning, they’re just lifeless. So sad, really. My friend and the dad just slept and didn’t wake up anymore. Are bangungots the in-thing cause of death right now? Sure, it’s easier to die without knowing that you’re about to: no pain, no pity, no live goodbyes…you’re just gone. But the hardest thing about leaving the human world is leaving your loved ones. I feel for their families who are now in the state of grieving.

I’ve always handled deaths well. Morbidity is not in my dictionary but I believe in being prepared if God decides to summon you back home. Besides, if I go, I would wanna see who would attend my internment--what everyone’s wearing, telling, sharing, gossiping…the good stuff. Who really cares and who’s there for the free coffee and industrial-sized cookies. Good times, right?

To Karen’s Mom and Zelle’s Dad, it’s cliché to say that you guys are now in a better place, but I believe you are…looking over your daughters from up above.

Snape

And now this entry goes out to that other person responsible for bringing me into this world: Dad. My father is probably the kindest person I know. He may be misunderstood sometimes but he certainly has a good heart. He sacrificed a lot by being away most of the time during my childhood years in order to provide for us, which made me look up to the guy more.

Dad is a good father. He cares and he provides and for some reason, I think he really knows how to handle his fatherhood duties. I cannot recall one single instance that he scolded me or was really, really infuriated with me. We have our share of petty fights and “tampuhans” but we’re usually okay before the day ends.

Like I said before, I have reason to believe that I may have been switched in the nursery when I was born. See, Mum and Dad are both scientifically inclined. Mum’s a chemist and Dad’s a chemical engineer, while I, don’t really care much for science. In school, I was always better in my English and Arts classes. Isn’t that proof enough that I was mistakenly taken home by my parents? Haha!

He’s very likeable amidst his weird fondness of anything Tagalog (showbiz, movies, FPJ), the whole nine yards. And like a typical father, he knows his sports well. That’s what I miss nowadays: the two of us watching the games on TV, oftentimes cheering for opposing teams; stupid conversations about anything under the sun; being drinking buddies while watching lingerie fashion shows. He is a much better parent when it comes to allowing me on certain situations. He would fight for my right to party but Mum, being the law, will just overrule his case. LOL. Really makes you miss the guy.

Nowadays, I’m lucky if I get to see him twice a month. Five to six hours, already a luxury for us. He’s quite unsuccessful and is going through a hard time now and all I can do is to make him feel the best way possible during that short time we spend together; through dinners, movies, shopping, and just father-son conversations.

I had a hard time composing this entry for some reason, and I’m pretty sure you can all notice that it’s all over the place. My apologies. I love my Dad. Always have and always will.

School's Back

June reminds me of lots of things, but only three of them stands out: Independence Day (which was foolishly moved three days before), hump month (meaning it’s the middle of the year and the Holidays’ just around the corner), and school’s back.

Back-to-school = traffic. Being the lucky guy I am, my route going to the office passes by this known technical school in Makati. My shift starts around noontime and we all know the monstrosities of traffic come lunch hour. Dismissal time of those in the primary level falls around that time and what commuters go through upon passing by that school is hell, literally. Your institution is quite well-known and one of the best (and your Italian ristorante is heaven), is it too much trouble to organize your parking schemes? The heaps of school services I can stomach, but do you really need three cars to pick up just one silly bastard? (Yeah, known fact, I hate kids!) I’ve been meaning to write about this a couple of months back but since it was summer, I’ve decided to take it easy.

One good thing about back-to-school = froshies! Fresh, fresh, fresh, if you catch my drift! [Evil Laugh] Creepy as it may sound, but it brings back memories. [Sigh] How I miss school. Catching up with your idiot barkada after two months of no school, all fun. Planning for the hell that you will go through for the coming school year. Bragging about things that you supposedly did during the summer, when in fact you were just home with your supply of bootleg DVDs and going online 24/7. I wish life could be that simple. Then again, being in the real world definitely has its perks!

Not-so-Memorial-Weekend

Well, I had this 3-day rest day yet again. Only this time, I did not go anywhere. I mean, seriously. I confided and barricaded myself inside the house for more than 60 hours or so. Hence, the Not-so-Memorial weekend. No, I’m not sick nor I’m hiding from someone. It’s just that I’m near broke and I’m kinda saving up for my lavish Friday nightouts. Hehehe.

If not for me picking up my cuz at Makati Sports Club last Saturday night and me hearing mass yesterday afternoon, I would’ve been a bonafide homebody. And I have no qualms whatsoever about that. I’ve always enjoyed just making “tanga” inside the house. Seriously, idle! Not one productive moment whatsoever. I think the only accomplishment I made this weekend is I cleaned out my fone inbox and sent items. That’s it. Can’t even wash my own dishes and clean Charley (it’s raining!) Talk about being a sloth.

Mum said I’m living the good life. Eating hearty meals, having coffee after (I ran out of coffee…oh my god!), sleeping and waking up whenever I want to, and partying till lunchtime the day after. And yes, I totally agree. It’s what I should be doing anyways, right? I mean, who’s gonna stop me? I have two ideas. Then again, I don’t think they’re about to stop me. Probably just icings on cake. Vague right? Yeah, my bestfriend told me that too. So? I was born vague. Hah!

Ooh, something excited happened over the weekend. The world welcomes Elaisha Marielle Abad. Erik and Mitch had finally met their daughter after Mitch’s 18-hour labor. Congratulations, my man! Now we really are “kumpares.” I’m Ninong! Woohoo!

To our beloved Veterans, I give you the Tim-Oh-Tee Two-Hand Salute!
Happy Memorial Day!

Mum

Alright, it’s a little late to be writing about this but then again, better late than late, right? My Mum is…well, interesting. I’m very close to her for about 96% of my life here on Earth. Hmm…probably because my Dad was the kind who works hard to provide for his family so he was never really around during my childhood. Eventually caused their separation but that’s another story and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Mum is not your average mother. She was very young when she had me. (About the same age as I am now…that’s why she’s afraid that I might follow her suit! Haha! Yeah, right!) She was that young that I never had any siblings (to my delight, of course. Hey, I get to be the sole heir!) She doesn’t fight crime nor pass laws but she’s cool in her own little ways. Her cousins go to her for advices about parenting, which I find kinda weird because they’re older. But then again, she’s open-minded and gives great guidance (that the elders in my family disapprove of) but most of the time; she’s right on the money.

She could’ve been a doctor, and she was on the path to becoming one. But, lo and behold, I exist. She opted to take care of me rather than pursue this medical career. I, on the other hand, would want her to be in that profession because I know she’s better off saving people’s lives. Yes, I would not be here right now if that happened but she’ll be living her dream. I told her about this and she always tells me that if I weren’t a part of her life, yes, she may be living her dream, but she’ll always have this feeling of empty space inside, and tells me that only motherhood can fill. I don’t buy it. It’s the 21st century, man. Hehehe. And she was the “blacksheep” of the family so when I came out, my grandma praised all the saints and souls in the purgatory that finally her daughter will have some important responsibilities to fulfill.

She was born in the year of the Tiger, which reflects her attitude and disposition. When I was a kid, she’d never scold me but she’ll use a more effective way of disciplining me: silent treatment. Smart, I know. Kids are a sucker for affection and attention so being the naïve idiot that I was, I eventually succumbed to her wishes. It’s all good though. She’s strong and I like it. Even if all of my friends were terrified of her, they respected and looked up to her. That doesn’t apply to certain “girls.” No argument there. I am his unico hijo and she’s just being protective. So, girls, pass your resumes and pray hard because Mum’s a tough HR. Haha!

I have lots of stories about Mum and what I’ve written doesn’t cover all the great things that she had shown me through the years. This doesn’t even count as a tribute because I basically divulged some silly facts about her. But you get my point. I just wanted to write something about her because it was Mother’s Day last Sunday. Love ya, Mum.

Going APE

10 damn seconds and its over. It’s that time of the year again where I turn into my most uncomfortable state: Annual Physical Exam or APE. I hate medicals--for one reason and one reason alone: complete blood count or CBC or IV or whatever it is that you medical people call that torture. It’s not about the pain because I have a high tolerance for pain. Pinch me to find out. It’s the thought of sticking something into your skin that gives me the creeps. I hate it. Whoever came up with it is really sadistic. But…I have to comply. So I did.

The APE started the first week of April and ends on its last day, which is on Wednesday. So, I have no choice but to complete it before then. The whole freaking month I was really uncomfortable because the damn thought is just playing with my mind, and yet, 10 seconds and its over. I didn’t even felt a thing. I know that, but I also know what’s happening and I don’t like it. Bah! Only two things that I am deathly afraid of in this world, and one of those are sharp and pointy objects. My skin is precious, I don’t want anyone poking or slicing it.

Now that I am finally done, I will treat myself to something for overcoming it. (Another year before I go through it again) Just like that kid who aces their quizzes so he’s treated with two-piece chicken from the nearest fast food joint. As for me, ridiculously expensive coffee and overpriced sugar-laced donuts will do, tomorrow hopefully. Whew.

I Dream of Ellen

Have you ever had a dream that seemed so real and so perfect that you were utterly disappointed and frustrated when you’ve awaken from it? Well, I’m sure most of people out there did have these types of dreams, and lots would say “nightmares.” But mine was far from nightmares. It was sweet and “sigh-inducing.”

I dreamt of spending day, week, can’t really remember, but I spent time with Ellen Page. Well, for those of you who don’t know her, she was just nominated for an Oscar on her role as Juno, a movie with the same title as the lead. You see, I never really paid attention to this actress. Sure I noticed her and yeah, she’s pretty, but she’s no Natalie Portman, (then again, maybe she’s the next Natalie). That’s why I woke up really, really curious as to why she was in my subconscious mind.

In my dream, I already knew her and we were sort of getting along. I then accompanied her to different locations and just spent endearing moments with each other. I took her back to her place and since we’re really tired, we pressed on to her bedroom and…conversed, just conversed. Like I said before, it’s my perfect fantasy: meet some interesting chic, talk about stuff that people find boring, and hit it off. I really can’t remember our topics but it ended blissfully with this scene: me somewhat falling beside her, staring at each other eyes, and yes--mushy, mushy--a kiss. Like of those in the movies, passionate and dreamy. Then, just like some annoying motion, the channel changed and my dream shifted to a bad counseling session from some unknown character. And then, I woke up.

I had various episodes of dreams last night but when I regain consciousness, it was Ellen’s sequence which is the clearest of them all. I’m pretty sure I had that lovestruck smile in my face upon waking up. And after a few seconds, I realized the inevitable: it’s just a dream. Damn! That perfect moment with a perfect someone and it all happened while I was sleeping. What does it mean? And why her? *Sigh*

I'm a Substitute

“Just tell me you love me and get it over with.” Claire from Elizabethtown. Yes, I love that movie. I just happened to watch it again last night as it was showing in HBO. It was on after watching Step Up. And that movie sucked! (Lying) Boo! (Sarcasm) Those things never happens in real life. I mean, come on. Well, maybe if you’re that good looking, so easy to live in this world. Anyway, I got an overdose of romantic comedy movies yesterday. I even got to watch this Sam Milby and Toni Gonzaga flick where they are both cops and yeah, it’s surprisingly cute and compelling. So lower your eyebrows. I enjoyed it.

My cousin was watching with me for the first two movies, the Tagalog and Step Up. She was laughing because I was eating ice cream while I was watching the first one. It’s the classic scene: watching romantic movies while drowning yourself in sweets. Hehehe. I ain’t depressed. It just happens that it’s my Tita’s birthday yesterday and there were lots of ice cream. I ain’t depressed. I’m lonely though.

San Mig Super Dry accompanied me with Elizabethtown. Most people find it boring. It’s about Drew whose father died and decided traveled to his dad’s hometown to pay respects to his family and all. On the way there, he met this very interesting and quick-witted flight attendant, Claire. Claire is instantly attracted to Drew, and the feeling is mutual. Long story. You’re better off watching it anyway. Why do they find it boring? Because the movie’s progression was kinda monotonous, if you let it. All they did was talk to each other about past experiences and anything under the sun. Yes, you capitalists will find it boring, but if you listen carefully and really absorb everything, you’ll probably relate. I did. Oh, and my major crush on Kirsten Dunst were rekindled. I’m in love with you Kiki. Will you marry me?

Then I remembered, the first time I watched this movie, I realized my fantasy love story. I wanna meet some foreign chick while traveling. She’s hot, she’s articulate, she’s funny, she’s intelligent, we have absolutely nothing in common, and we’re attracted to each other. If only that happens in real life. But nowadays, chances are you’re gonna meet a psycho who will chop your head off and displays it on her garden. Enough morbidness. Sorry for that. Just keeping it real.

The point of all these? I don’t know. I was just really overwhelmed with romantic stories in the span of eight hours. And I loved it. I was kinda lonely since Saturday. It’s still cold in the office. No signs of warmness whatsoever. Now that destiny played its trick on us, I’m in her team. This is your doing, Cupid, you son of a bitch! Fix it, please. This is serious. I even forgot about Bes’ graduation. And you do not forget graduations!!! Not your bestfriend’s. Tsk tsk. But she doesn’ t need to know that. Hehehe.

Like what Hannah said to me, “This is what happens if you make other plans. This is what happens when you lose your way and derail yourself. That’s strike two! Quit your foolishness and stick to the original plan.” I don’t think so. For now, this new plan seems to be more promising than the original one. Not that I’m dismissing the initial one, just keeping my options open. After all, I’m a substitute. Watch Elizabethtown to find out what a “substitute” means.

Congratulations to my Sisters

To all my sisters-in-law from St. Scholastica’s College,

CONGRATULATIONS!!!
You girls did it!

After years of hardwork and fun from the halls of your alma mater,

the time has come to say goodbye.

Now, its official, you girls are now part of one of the government’s main problems: unemployment! Hehehe…

Shè: my bestfriend, see you in the beaches

Ter: my legal friend, take time to enjoy your vacation

Kaecee: well, I hope you can bring your sports in the real world


“Welcome to the real world. It sucks; you’ll love it.”
- Monica from F.R.I.E.N.D.S

Ultimate Offline Experience

They said it was impossible, but that was until I intervened. Hah! Finally, after two long years, Offline team went out of town in an outing. After so many colleagues went ahead to greener pastures, after teammates were hastily transferred to other accounts, and after so many factors and obstacles that Offline were faced with but not once flinched nor panicked from those situations, we guys are still tight!
Planning for a trip of such magnitude is no walk in the park. I wanted everyone who knows how to chop and timestamp, or at least have an idea who Huell Howser is to be present in the outing. Hence, “Offline by Heart” getaway. For three weeks, I was planning everything: venue, food, people, the whole nine yards. Kinda took its toll on me but hey, it pushed through anyways.

The said event were supposed to happen last March 1 & 2 to give way to the Incubus concert that many of my teammates purchased tickets to. But seeing that more people wouldn’t make it on those days was another headache of mine. So, we decided to move it on the 8th and 9th, and the Incubus people compromised to it. They can always go home early, which they did. Date is set; next: venue.

This is the most important thing and is the hardest to come up with. Several factors need to be considered: price, accessibility, private or public, and the likes. Bless an old colleague, Carmi, for she has this private resort for rent. And that pretty much takes care of our venue: Villa Carmencita at Pansol, Laguna.

Next would be charging the team. Not really that much of trouble as they were more than willing to shed half a thousand for this outing. Food was more of a challenge for everyone as there are lots of considerations and really can’t set the budget for it because not everyone gave their share yet.

And so, the week leading to the outing, everyone was anxious and excited. I mean, who wouldn’t be? This is history in the making. No one achieved such feat before. That’s why I said in my initial invite that the venue doesn’t matter as long as everyone’s there--which is what happened. Yay!

March 8, 2008. The big day. I reported to office early for the outing. Three sets of people will be going there. Us, shift ending at 5pm, will be the last one. One important thing: this day also marks the last day of Carl. So the event also serves as despidida for them and Anna, whose last day is on Wednesday, March 12. Anyways, come 5:01pm, everyone’s giddy and ready, except for me as I need to finish up reports. Fine, we’re still waiting for Kads anyways. Our manager did a surprising thing, before he left, he approached me and said, “Tim, magiingat kayo dun ah. Kaw na bahala sa kanila.” Err…so they know? No surprise there. As I’ve been saying, something this big is impossible to keep from everyone. Besides, who cares, right? We planned this one, we paid for it, we’re the ones who initiated this, so we’re free to take whoever we want to. Anyway, it’s go time.

We didn’t experience traffic in the expressway so we made up for lost time and arrived at Laguna around 8:30. Almost everyone was already there. The sight was surreal for me. Seeing everyone there, everyone happy and laughing, excited about the whole thing, nice! They didn’t eat until we got there…aww! So after some picture taking that ran for 30 minutes non-stop and group hugs from people who just got out of the pool (bastards!)--it’s chow time! Not bad with the grub. We had barbecue, hotdogs, roasted chicken inasals, adobo, and cerelac rice. Everyone’s full, I’m sure.

March 8 also is the birthday of our long-time mentor, Ru, who wasn’t able to join us because her friends decided to set up a surprise party for her. Well, we hoped she was surprised because she missed one helluva event. We did call her before we ate and passed the phone around so we could pay respects and greet.

Dandan started the “party” with his “You Make Me Feel Brand New” rendition; the first of many laughable moments to his credit. Time to bring out the booze. I mixed up a friend’s concoction, Screwdriver, for everyone. Well, since we didn’t have pitchers, my measurements a little off, but it was good nonetheless. But no one replaces Happy Horse so that’s the primary drink for the night.

It ain’t a party if there no singing and dancing. Unfortunately, I never planned to include myself in the dancing part. Let’s just say that it includes a Roderick Paulate song and lots of Pussycat Dolls hits. Really lost respect to lots of individuals that night. Hahaha. Here’s Emman if he was a Pussycatt doll: “Bro-Cha!” After more festivities and singing, I was surprised to see that most people retired to their quarters around 3:00 am. Only Mackoie, Claire (who just arrived), and I were the ones left with the karaoke machine. Weird, because they told me when I was planning that it’s okay even if there’re no rooms or beds for outings such as this one because hardly anyone sleeps; just party till the sun comes up. Cutscene: 3:00 am and everyone’s so peaceful. **Sigh**

I slept around 7:00 am and never really what happened from then on. I woke up to find that half of the people already left and those who are left are bugging me to go already. It’s only 11:00 am. This was probably the one who downed my spirits but the fun and experience the night before compensated more than enough to make it one of the most memorable experiences ever.

Truly, this indeed is one for the history books. It was the day that Offline Transcription & Captioning team got together, left their worries in the city, and spent time together like one big happy family.

To: Anna, Boy, Carl, Claire, Dandan, Emman, Fredz, Honee, Jacq and Ovie, Jen, Kads, Kibi, Mackoie, Mark, Met, Mico, Nyce, Odette, Patty, Roi, Ronn, Ton, Veejei

Thanks you very much, guys. Until next time.

For more photos, check out: Carl's, Honee's, Patty's, Kibi's, Met's, Ton's, and Mackoie's...

And for videos: Together Forever and Bro-Cha...