I swear...Ganns, I'm gonna kill you!

Instructions: Remove the blog in the top spot from the following list and bump everyone up one place. Then add your blog to the bottom slot, like so.

1) Kiss My Mike
2) Micerridwen
3) Wifely Steps
4) Superblessed
5) Bounce With Me
Next select five people to tag:

1) Joey
2) Rhochie
3) Conci
4) Tina
5) Jim

And now the questions…

What were you doing 10 years ago?
I just got back to Ateneo, fresh from a year in another college.

What were you doing 1 year ago?
I was unhappily at my old job. Marvelling at new furniture and squeezing into a small cubicle

Five snacks you enjoy:
1) Arce Dairy Ice Cream
2) Chippy
3) McDo Apple Pie with Caramel sundae
4) Kowloon House Asado Siopao
5) Lay's Sour Cream or BBQ

Five songs to which you know all the lyrics:
1) Bad Day by Daniel Pewter
2) The Way You Look Tonight
3) Walking in Memphis
4) The GI Joe theme song
5) Love Moves in Mysterious Ways

Five things you would do if you were a millionaire:
1) Get my own place
2) Buy my own iBook
3) US Trip and visit all my friends who have fled for the states
4) Catch up on comic books
5) Invest

Five bad habits:
1) Smoking
2) Snide remarks
3) Ridiculing
4) I don't go to mass
5) PS2 till late at night

Five things you like doing:
1) Playing PS2
2) Adding to my massive DVD collection
3) Smoking
4) Writing songs
5) watching TV...lots of it

Five things you would never wear again:
1) The only thing I can think of is this shirt my aunt got for me in Ukay and it turns out to be a woman's blouse.

Five favorite toys:
1) PS2
2) GI Joe
3) Transformers
4) He Man
5) Mask


Damn you Ganns.

This one's titled Ten Simple Pleasures.

Instructions: Name ten of life’s simple pleasures that you like the most, then pick ten people to do the same. Try to be original and creative and not to use things that someone else has already used.

1) Sleeping in on Saturday morning
2) Making a baby smile
3) NBA 2K6 and Smackdown vs Raw on PS2
4) Watching the Simpsons.
5) A bacon and egg sandwich
6) Vegging out watching TV or a DVD
7) Texas Hold-em Poker
8) Cookie dough ice cream
9) Kowloon House Asado Siopao
10) Getting an approval from client on first pass

I am tagging...Joey, Rhochie, Conci, Jim, Sara, Tina, Niq, Joey's Identity Protected, Charo and Reg. Bwahaha!



Got back from our office outing to Bora. The gods were kind enough to let us enjoy beautiful weather all the days we were there. Flew in Thursday on Asian Spirit - was first to check in so I naturally asked for the seat nearest the front - they usually have more leg room and I don't have to walk all the way to the back of the plane. Imagine my surprise when I found that the door of the plane was at the back and I was seated facing the rest of the passengers.

The rest of the flight went ok. I landed safely in Caticlan so I guess the airline wasn't as bad as I expected it to be.

Of course, I was expecting to crash halfway there.

We stayed in the Boracay Terraces. I was lucky enough to be assigned to their best room - the Taj Suite A. The first day was tiring. We had come after the storm so the tides were unsually high and there was so much flotsam and jetsam washing up on the shores. We had to walk 15 minutes to get to a decent swimming spot.

What followed were days filled with endless buffets, booze, drugs, massages and more booze. Especially Bailey's - my drink of choice in my old age. I was also able to conquer my fear of deep water when I strapped on a lifejacket and floated around while my officmates were snorkeling.

Oh, did I mention that I have hot officemates? Hot officemates who like wearing bikinis? Too bad they're all taken.

Anyway, it was a real enjoyable trip. I ended up almost getting shot by a wayward bullet at the airport, but it's all good.



I prayed to the gods, "When will this terrible, sweltering heat ever end?"

The heavens opened up and turned a shade of gray. Instead of being blasted to oblivion for my tactlessness, I was rewarded by the arrival of the rains.

Well that didn't really happen but am I gald that summer's over. I can sleep in my room again in relative comfort, with a soft drizzle and the smell that accompanies rainfall lulling my senses to sleep.

Of course, with the rains, we can expect floods and traffic jams galore. Plus, the office trip to Boracay could be washed-up by the rains.

But that's ok. No more sweaty nights.



I had the strangest dream. I dreamt of the one night in my life I would have wanted to do all over again. Now, people who know me know that that word is not in my vocabulary. But then, there it was - almost perfect in every detail. I believe that the last time I thought about it was in 2003 when I was freelancing (sounds much better than jobless).

The night in question happened on the night of Blue Roast 1998. Back then, I made the first of many attempts to get the former love of my life out of my life. Earlier that morning, I dropped off a letter at the tutorial center where she worked to tell her that the only way I could get over her was to not to be around her. That presented quite a conundrum, seeing that our entire batch was getting together that night and I couldn't be with my barkada since she would also be there.

Fate played a a hand and I ran into SK. I knew SK since her freshman year - I was the tNt facilitator who welcomed her to Ateneo. Over the years, we'd run into each other in the corridor or the caf but it wasn't until the summer before senior year that we became close. We both had summer classes so we'd often hang out during breaks. When the schoolyear started, not a week went by where we didn't spend some time with each other.

One day, she asked me if I could accompany her to UP. She was going to apply for law school and she didn't want to go alone. We jumped in her car then headed towards the Diliman campus. After making note of the requirements, we stopped at the University mall to get some photocopies done then went to the post office to get some stamps. While we were waiting in line, she hugged me. This turned into a warm embrace that we only let go of when we finally got to the counter to purchase the stamps. When we got to the Law School building, she took my hand in hers and we stayed that way until we got back to Ateneo.

At that time, I was still madly smitten by the former love of my life so I didn;t know what to make of it. They were both cute, short chinitas, so there was something of a physical attraction I guess.

To make a long story short, SK and her best friend were my dates for the evening. We didn't stay too long though. My female friends in the barkada were giving me the evil eye and SK's friend had a curfew so we ditched the party and brought her home. She then invited me back to her house in Greenhills. We went to the living room and sat on the couch where we talked for hours. Me about the former love of my life and the events of the day. She of her non-existent lovelife. It ended up with her and me staring at each other with our faces just a few inches from each other.

Stupid me, I said that maybe we should head outside where it was cooler.

We sat by her pool and we talked some more. There was a blue moon out and she loked so beautiful in its light. This of course I told her as we held hands again. Then something hit me. There I was in one of the most idyllic, romantic settings I could ever imagine myself in. I could have leaned in for a kiss. It could have gone somewhere beyond the friend zone.

But I had just let go of the greatest love of my life earlier that morning. I was unsure. I felt that it wasn't fair to SK. So I made an excuse that the driver had to go home.

We embraced one last time and I told her that I didn't know what was happening and where this was going. I asked her to give me some time to sort this through then I kissed her on the forehead.

Then I left.

She did enter law school and we both got very busy. Needless to say, I never got another chance to revisit the magic of that night. And apparently, I still wonder about it to this day. Could she have been my happy ever after?

Did I blow my fairy-tale ending?

And what made me dream about it last night?



During the time I was away attending to my late grandfather, I found myself missing work. When my lolo passed, a bulk of the early messages of condolence came from my officemates and my boss was one of the first visitors to the wake. With him came a gigantic flower arrangement from the office. They were so understanding that when I came in the Monday after my gramps died, they quickly sent me home to be with my family. Aside from that, the finance director told me that she will try and use all the overtime I've done to compensate for the absences - so as not to subtract from my leaves.

Is this a great place to work or what?

When I came back though, things were kinda different. Turns out, one of our senior art directors had been mulling about resigning - frustrated for both personal and professional reasons I guess. My only beef with him is that when he did resign, he started to leave the rest of us hanging. He'd come in at 4 or 5 pm. He'd produce slipshod work. In short, we were the ones who were getting the shaft. It's almost 2pm right now and he's still not here. I wonder if he knows the meaning of the word "professionalism". That's probably why he didn;t get promoted. Forgive the potshot.

So now, there's tons of work to do. One art director is AWOL. One is home sick. Our ECD is on sabbatical leave. We have a pitch next week. Not to mention all our other projects.

Forgive the rant. I'm dead tired and the week's just starting.