Tuesday, May 31, 2005 11:54 AM
non!
Because of the French NO vote against the ratification of the EU Constitution, this is now my favorite Economist cover:
semi-sad open ending
There are just some things that you do your best but your best is not good enough.
I should shoot myself because of how cliche that sounds.
Friday, May 27, 2005 9:09 AM
I really don't think that people working in construction companies have any internal organs anymore. It's just not possible to be walking on the 40th-storey ledge like you're on a sidewalk.
Or, it's possible that they're actually aliens from another planet because any normal human would suffer from jelly legs syndrome.
Hmmm... Juls, if you're reading this, there's a feature on Westpoint (men in uniform alert) in Time Magazine. Curse the internet for trashing my commenting system.
Tuesday, May 24, 2005 9:47 AM
hair and breakfast
I had tapa with rice and scrambled eggs. The dean returned his mistakenly hardboiled eggs for soft boiled.
And then we talked about UA&P and its students (with some inserts about me teaching). I told him my definite plans of my hostile take-over of the Institute of Political Economy in the future. The great thing about it is that he welcomed it. I feel like Darth Sidious itching to change The Republic into The Galactic Empire. It's been a while since I feel inspired and motivated.
Because of the stress (the upcoming annual conference, the Greece trip, the chorale recording, and other things not worth mentioning), I've been so unreasonably out of it. An example is when I went to my nephew's Jollibee party last Sunday only to find out that the party is next Sunday. I have, obviously, lost my mind or whatever is left of it anyway.
So I decided to cut my hair and get highlights. Something I would never do because I, unfortunately, felt comfortable with my boring, morose hair. Being female doesn't mean that you inherited the fashion sense gene and I am clearly an example. You can rarely find me fretting about all things girlie.
Just now an airplane crashed in the Baguio area (it was a test flight) and my boss just lost two underclassmen friends from the PMA. Life in the military is cruel and requires a different kind of devotion, which is why morale is very important. I sometimes feel concerned for my boss and friends who are in it.
I need to get a Master's Degree.
Thursday, May 19, 2005 5:30 PM
no spoilers here
Ladies and gentlemen, you are reading the blog of one of the first people who watched STAR WARS EPISODE III: REVENGE OF THE SITH. Hehehehe. Sorry for being so high and mighty about it. But I've vowed to watch this particular episode ever since I wrote that CAS thesis on STAR WARS in third year (not the POL ECO thesis one).
Yes I am such a geeky fan of STAR WARS that I wrote a thesis on it. I don't know why I am so in love with it. My love was rekindled last night, so don't be surprised if I start talking in Wookie.
And finally I feel so complete and relieved that the episodes are done and over with. No more lose ends. No more icky romance between Anakin and Amidala. No more me rolling my eyes every time Ewan McGregor opens his mouth. No more holding my breath whenever Yoda does his great master-Jedi footwork.
I won't give you guys spoilers here. (That's for next week). Let me just say though that no matter how much I enjoyed the other episodes (especially 4-6) I never had a favorite one.
Until now.
I am so pleased with REVENGE OF THE SITH that I think it is the BEST of all the episodes. I never appreciated Ewan McGregor in the past episodes because I think it was a mistake to make him Obi Wan Kenobi, but last night he was stellar. In fact, everyone was. Hayden can actually act. Natalie was Natalie so no disappointment there. Yoda was worship-worthy as usual. Samuel Jackson was awesome --- not bad for a guy who begged Lucas to let him in the cast.
Basta ang galing. I really am happy for Lucas. I think this is indeed his best work.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005 2:42 PM
I feel extremely sad to find out that Kylie Minogue has breast cancer...
Tuesday, May 17, 2005 9:35 AM
I don't want barongs in my wedding. Except for the guests, they can wear them. I don't want the groom to be in a barong. I don't want him in a tux because, hello, this is the Philippines. That is why he has to be in the Military so he can wear his fancy uniform on our big day.
Then again, I am scared of weddings.
Anyway, speaking of barongs, did you know that on Tuesdays (like today) you can see straight men wearing PINK barongs in the Development Bank of the Philippines [DBP] along Buendia Ave? It's their uniform.
*snicker*
Monday, May 16, 2005 11:52 AM
There's just something so final about weddings. Something so finite. Something so fearfully binding.
The past weekend was chorale weekend. I loved every minute. I wish it could go on forever. I wish making beautiful music could have nutritional value aside from feeding my soul. I wish it could fatten my wallet and slim my thighs.
We sang at a wedding of two 26-year-olds. It was a small Spanish church in Guadalupe called Nuestra Señora de Gracia. It was indeed cozy, perfect for small weddings. Unfortunately, the acoustics were a nightmare. Though we were squashed into a few pews, we couldn't hear each other and we thought that our choirmaster's eyes were going to pop out after all the angry glares of pitch discontentment.
But we celebrated his birthday months in advance afterwards when the waiters at Chinese Monk in Rockwell sang the birthday song much to our secret amusement. We even had pictures taken after all, we had to pretend it was a real birthday since they took our jokes seriously.
Sunday was spent on recording the upcoming CD we were going to release in June (which I safely assume all the readers of this blog will buy copies of). We were sweating in buckets after singing for four hours in an auditorium that had duct-taped windows and zero air conditioning. We recorded ten songs. Next Sunday will be another ten and possibly more buckets.
I cannot wait.
Friday, May 13, 2005 3:35 PM
ha? cebu? B?
A taxi company calls me and tells me that one of their units will pick me up for today.
Me: "Okay. What's the Body Number?"
Operator: "TYB 714."
Me: "T as in Tango?"
Operator: "Yes Ma'am. Y as in Yu..."
12:27 PM
The other night, on the day that was supposed to hit 42.2 degrees Celsius, my dad and I sang in the rain.
What a glorious feeling... I'm happy again...
We didn't care how many almost-naked teenagers looked at us with disgust in Greenbelt 3. They weren't singing with "the greatest dad in the world".
Thursday, May 12, 2005 4:56 PM
all in a day's work
I've always laughed at Reader's Digest's All in a Day's Work Section whenever I grab a copy. But I never thought how professional working people could commit such... um... errors.
Until today.
Cases in point:
I was calling Makati Shangri-la to follow up on a room reservation for the upcoming conference.
Operator: "Makati Shangri-la, how may I help you?
Me: "ICD, Good afternoon! (after realizing that I was the one who called) Err... I mean... may I please speak with Ms. blah blah"
++
The boss
Boss: "You're not feeling well, ba?"
Me: "Well... I'm ovulating." (It was already 1:30 and I haven't had lunch yet, so I didn't know what I was blurting out anymore).
++
My other boss grabbed his fifth cup of coffee from the pantry and placed it on his desk. There was something floating on the surface of his drink and he thought it was a crumb of Musketeers Chocolate Bar that he was munching on while pouring the newly-brewed concoction into his cup.
But a crumb with antennae?
It was a minute cockroach and he almost got a shot of an unconventional source of protein.
I think that's it for today. More to come as that conference looms nearer and nearer.
Wednesday, May 11, 2005 1:50 PM
I thought life would be fulfilled as soon as I bought Studio Mac's Powder Foundation.
Life is indeed beautiful.
Especially, when you feel that your face has a perfect matte finish. And what could be more perfect than receiving romantic copies of Bella Tuscany and Under the Tuscan Sun? Note: American Editions only found in Books for Less.
I also received a copy of High Maintenance, a fiction novel about this divorcee who decided to take control of her life in New York. Most probably, an ancestor of The Devil Wears Prada.
I am also depressed. Not because one of my old DLSU interns dropped off a bag of munchkins for me. That was actually sweet (despite the fact that starch and sugar can contribute to the problem of wide hips). It's just that I have this feeling in the pit of my stomach that I am somehow missing something. Like suddenly, I have a hole in one of my cardiac chambers that have to be sealed preferably not by fat but by an emotion.
Although this heavy tummy feeling can be deduced as a side effect of a newly-formed habit of drinking a tablespoon of psyllium husks twice a day. I am to harness the benefits of a fiber-rich diet because being clean is beautiful.
I must be just cleaning.
Monday, May 09, 2005 4:12 PM
My Bembol is in the shop getting his maintenance treatment. It's like dropping your pet off at the spa for a seaweed wrap only you know he's going to get his oil and filter changed among other things. I'm a bit worried though. He's been making that funny noise whenever I steer right. It sounds really expensive.
My four-year-old PhilAm niece told me that she's going to have a brother soon. She's sure of it. (But my sister is praying for a daughter so she and her husband do not have to construct a new room in the house). She's going to name him Buster. As usual, my brother-in-law says he's okay with it.
Americans.
12:14 PM
- If you've never watched the UA&P Chorale perform, now is the time to start!
- If you've seen us perform in the distant past, now is the time to see how
much we've grown...
- If you're one of our regular audience members, THANK YOU... we're sure you
don't want to miss this historic night :-)
Please mark your calendars as early as now for...
"OPA!"
(Our Big Fat Greek Send-Off Concert and CD Launch)
JUNE 18 (SAT), 5 p.m.
Philamlife Auditorium
U.N. Avenue, Manila
* Proceeds will make possible our participation in the 23rd INTERNATIONAL
CHORAL FESTIVAL OF PREVEZA, which is slated for July 7-10, 2005.
* Keep posted for more details! Get your PDA, planner, organizer, Microsoft
Outlook, etc. AND MARK YOUR CALENDAR NOW! :-)
* For more info (or if you want to help), please e-mail mpuyat@uap.edu.ph.
Thank you!
Friday, May 06, 2005 1:12 PM
Today, the gods can very well strike me down with lightning. I believe I can die now.
I visited the "Mecca" of my girlhood dreams... The Navy Headquarters
*Sigh* There were so many men in uniform, I could cry.
Thursday, May 05, 2005 10:31 AM
I have a knack of ruining rehearsals.
Last night, in the height of a grandiose crescendo in our competition song, Abenlied, all of us were supposed to wait for his cue to cut the piece into a dramatic pause and then end in a beautiful dimuendo. Unfortunately, I picked the wrong time to make a mistake and ended up with a second-long solo that completely pissed the choirmaster off. He yelled, didn't mention my name, but it was almost enough to make me regret waking up to see daylight this morning. Almost.
Speaking of regretting waking up, I remember six years ago (good Lord it has been that long?) I completely sabotaged a play rehearsal by pressing the wrong button on a CD player.
It was dark. Flashlights were only introduced during the actual shows, so I had to feel the buttons on the CD player. Unfortunately, I wasn't born with night vision so I pressed the "forward" button instead of "play". Wrong cue. Wrong track. What do you think happened afterward?
The director went berserk. Noooooooooo! He threw all his scripts on the stage. When the lights came on, I was frozen. My hand still clutching the console. Needless to say, rehearsal was over for the night, two hours ahead of schedule. I walked home crying that night. And getting out of bed the next day took a lot of will power, why was I still alive?
Anyway, I apologized to the director and the choirmaster. Both just shrugged and told me to forget about it.
Woopee.
Tuesday, May 03, 2005 9:03 AM
to the people who send spam mail
May your balls rot and fall off for:
>sending me ludicrous emails about the benefits of viagra,
>giving me 70% off on valium and xanax
>giving me tips on how to seduce women
>and those other things not worth mentioning because they are just too appalling for public consumption.
I totally pity your existence and I wonder when you are going to end your meaningless lives.
