#PaalamVinny

Last night was personally the most important despedida for me to attend this year. The departure of a good friend for his studies abroad. Such things used to be sadder, when leaving the country actually created distance. But it is wrong to think that such a life change will not change a person.

Some of the highlights last night

• Burgis na Juvenalia set
• Allan Lumba lookalike
• Ciudad-Outerhope (Ciu-dope!)
• Soulz Limitation / Equinox cover of Spice Girls' Stop
• Beer. Jaeger. Beer. Jaeger

All my friends. Did not realize that our friendship overlap, was such. 

One friend asked: parang mawawala ka ng kapatid? I said, no. But I think the answer is probably yes.

Another friend, not as close, asked: So how do you know Vinny? I found it funny. Where to begin?

Summer Hours

The Summer Hours / L'heure d'Ete

Before the start of the film, Olivier Assayas spoke to the audience in the theater. While this film is not autobiographical -- he shared -- I thought about my mother while making this film. It felt like an   invitation from the director to look at his film with a more personal eye, and to think about our own dear families.

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The movie unfolds simply, but it is a multi-layered exposition, almost documentary, on family memories. The perfect French matriarch -- elegant, lovely, warm, intelligent and strong -- is the repository of it all. Helene knows everything about the major artistic figure of the family, Paul Berthier. She knows her uncle's history, his artwork, his network of artist friends, and the provenance and value of all paintings, sculpture, books, furniture, and objects d'art that her uncle collected during his life. They are more than just catalogued or listed in ledgers; they are thoroughly embedded in the daily life of the family's summer home outside Paris.   

And since these objects have been present (or loomed over) the lives of the family for so long, when Helene suddenly passes, it is difficult to decide what to do with them. What should be sold, kept, donated, auctioned? Ultimately, what is of value and who determines what is of value? A lot of the burden seems to fall to the eldest son, Frederic and much of the movie's development falls from his conversations with his siblings Adrienne and Jeremie, who have effectively left France to make their lives elsewhere in the world. 

  

The film is a little unusual in that none of these trying conversations are particularly heated or emotional. They are always civil, but I give credit to Assayas at how he subtly teases out how each of the children's lives and values are different from that of Helene's. At first there seems to be no issue or blame on the final decisions the three siblings come up with, but two powerful characters in the movie give the viewer at least some pause. First is the longtime housekeeper, Eloise, who is the strongest argument for keeping the past together. Second is Frederic's daughter, who at first seems to disdain the past, but in fact has deep feelings for it. Neither character is part of any decision on what to do with the summer house, but their quiet sadness, particularly Eloise's, argues if any of this was fair to begin with.

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The movie is a treat, and unfolds rather than progresses towards a conclusion. At approximately 1hr and 40 mins, it is just the right length. 

Dir. Olivier Assayas

Cast. Charles Berling, Juliette Binoche, Jeremie Renier, Edith Scob, Isabelle Sadoyan, Alice de Lencquesaing.

Le Chat

The cat's name is Skywise, but Monika thought his name was Skywalk.

I almost didn't go to this party. I had fallen asleep already, and I would have probably gone straight through till the next morning. But I got a phone call and a couple of texts.

We drank beers and rum cokes, and snacked on red rock chips, marty's chicharon veg chips, and granny goose tortilla chips. Some smoked and smoked up.

Bobby joined the party through Skype. He cooked pesto pasta in his purple sweater and a beanie. Everyone seemed to have plans to visit Berlin in 2013, like David and Mic. But Kathy G wants to go in September, and I would want to join in as well that early.

Happy Birthday, Mike. Don't worry you're in good shape.

30 to 31 was a bit crap. 31 to 32 is better.

Summer

St. Peter and Paul's Church

Makati is older than most of us realize. The church of St. Peter and Paul in the picture above looks like an unremarkable church, the type you see all over the city, but it's older than the usual. Perhaps not the actual structure, but the site has been a place of worship for Christians for 392 years. The tradition of Christianity in this part of town is long, deep, and you wonder how far into the future will it continue.

Jojo and I visited this place, on its mention by Cherie. She writes well about churches and other old places she knows of and has visited since she was a young girl.

La Traviata and La Modele

I gave away tickets to La Traviata to two friends. It was a wonderful experience, they tell me. The soprano was amazing. The music was riveting. They were the best seats in the house. I am very happy that it was experienced by arguably the two of the most cultured people I know (of my general age range).

I had no idea that the tickets and show were both of such high quality. I don't know how to thank my aunt properly (she gave me the tickets). Normally a profuse thank you would suffice for her, but I didn't watch the show myself. I just realized that she was even willing to give me a few more tickets pa. I am pretty impressed with the whole thing.

I will have to figure this out over the next couple of days.

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My boss is out the whole week, but I have plans to take control of what I'm going to do -- it's all rather exciting. I have to thank my colleague for passing to me such a good modeling resource. I feel it has empowered me to do things that I would not have confidence of doing. . .that's a powerful and amazing thing.

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Album Leaf lulling me to bed

A Move Out Request & 7 Wonders

I spoke to Nori this weekend, and I was a bit sad to tell him that my sister wanted to stay in the flat, and that in effect, I would like him to leave. He is a good flatmate and I didn't want to give him any aggravation. But I have to think about what is also best for me and my sister. I hope that by giving him enough notice (more than 3 months), that he will be okay with this arrangement. What mitigates things is that he was also thinking about whether he would be moving on or not. However, I feel that I've narrowed down his options.

Spent the weekend playing A LOT of 7 wonders. It was nice going to Benj's apartment (where we played on Sunday) in Forbestown Heights. . .and I have to say that I like the scale of the neighborhood near Burgos Circle. It's actually very live-able there. The establishments nearby are interesting enough AND the neighborhood definitely tilts young. I think I will have to look into actually moving to that area. There is new construction going on.

Listening to Album leaf. Slowing down my pace so that I can get a deep sleep. I hope that it works somehow. It has made writing this entry a bit more peaceful, and I do find myself getting drowsy. Good Night.

die Angst

Anxiety is. . .generated when one feels impending judgment on you. But isn't it more important that you trust on your own judgment, and you are faithful to what you know is right? Anxiety . . . is borne of a story you told yourself, a story you do not like. What is this story? How many times have you told it to yourself, and then just as quickly change it, before going back to the original one? Do we have to keep on moving into different narratives. . .a cycle that keeps us to a certain place.

I love you na

"I love you na!" I get anxious when I hear that from new acquaintances. I would like to tell them, please realize that I am also an awful person with a "stick up my ass", as a good friend recently told me. Please tolerate me first, then realize that I am a decent person, rather than like me and then be disappointed.

I imagine this complex invites all types of collateral damage.

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I discovered that I have a friend who does not watch TV, nor listen to radio. . .nor read magazines, nor read newspapers and rarely surfs the net. I'm Jealous. gusto kong gayahin. Media Diet.

Talamitam

When friends ask me if there is a nearby mountain they could trek up, I am at a loss to recommend one. Most of the mountains I've climbed are selected as part of training climbs, so the trails are difficult and require more preparation in terms of training and equipment, than is practical for someone who just wants to climb a mountain for a day trip.

After this past weekend though, I now have one mountain I can recommend. Mt. Talamitam can be summitted in two hours, and the effort is rewarded by a great view of the Batangas area. The jump off point is off the KM 73 marker of the national road in Tagaytay. You can park your car at a secure place (at the front yard of a gentleman whom we call Tata Nic), and then one heads towards the foot of the mountain after paying 25 pesos at the nearby community area where climbers register. After a climb all morning, and taking lots of pictures, you can reward yourself with food in Tagaytay.

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I climbed this week as part of a group are doing tune up climbs before heading to Snow Mountain in Taiwan. The group consisted of Niel and his family, his two officemates Boom and Mac, and AMCI folk Jason, Kat, Lykka, Ian and Teejay. We had a ton of fun. Next time, we will climb the relatively nearby mountain Batulao, 'coz aside from Niel and Teejay, the AMCI folk skipped climbing what was originally part of the itinerary.

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After getting into a good climb, such as the one yesterday, one starts thinking already of what else is out there to explore. It can easily become a big addiction.

The Abrera Family

The gentleman on the rightmost of the right photo is Uncle Jaimito. He has a tweety bird tattoo on his chest. He recently helped us kick out some loud-mouthed property encroachers in Busuanga. The fourth lady seated is Aunt Lourdes. I had no idea that she looked that fierce in the 1960s.

The lady sitting solo on the left photo is Aunt Monina.

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I find striking the photo evidence that show the the cultural collateral damage that took place in the late 60s, early 70s, when people, our families, decided no longer to dress in tailored dress and suits.

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We were the hosts this year of the family reunion.

rough presentations

Now I know what it's like to work for a company that nearly everybody in this city has a relationship with. You have no choice. You have to deal with us. But what the company is coming to realize is that it will not be like this for long. Soon enough, there will be choice. And our proposition will be: don't leave us.

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I gave a presentation today. It was rough at times. I left from it feeling rather positive though. I thought it was just a shade funny that sometimes people could not understand my point. . .black humor.

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When was the last time you were anticipating a particular date for a books release? (Maybe the last time was in July 2007). But am beginning to discover that Amazon manufactures anticipation, too, with it's e-books. It's rather amazing what they've done to people's reading habits. Mine are only transforming now. . .

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I think people might be surprised at our capacity to still hike up our media consumption. We're increasingly becoming screen starers a society. . .

By Your Hand

I can't get into my livejournal account.

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I learned the meaning of a new word today: suyod. For those of you who don't know either, it's to go over something very closely, like going through something with a fine-toothed comb. That's been the nature of the work I've been working on the last 5 or so weeks. We've gone through decks and a refinement process. I have so much high quality scratch paper.

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When we were kids, our idea of a fun time was a whole box of scratch paper. We were early on paper-lovers, and the dox matrix paper w/ the wholes on the side, seemed particularly luxurious. Now, most things are on the screen, but we began with paper. . .

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My boss says, I'm sorry I hope you don't mind that I'm OC and very careful with communication. Not at all, I think. If we could all be as cautious.

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Tomorrow is two things: Meralco Night Run at 5pm. And the 3rd Xmas quiz night people party at Jim's at around 8. I am really looking forward to tomorrow before working (gladly) on a Sunday, to finish something for Monday. My 5 weeks in Meralco has actually been pretty awesome.

Live Those Days Tonight

Things sometimes move fast. I received a new job offer on the 7th, my 31st birthday, I officially tendered my resignation on the 13th. My final day in the office was last Friday, the 21st. On the 24th I officially start my new place of work.

Friday was also "FUNtastic Friday" at PwC, an early halloween celebration in the office. We had decorated the entire advisory area to look like Mario World. Mark played Mario which was ridiculously spot on. I think he got the most number of people wanting to pose for a photo.

The day ended with a scheduled Advisory dinner. It also turned into a sendoff of sorts for me. Big boss partner gave a speech, and so did one of the senior managers. There was talk of leaving a nest, and spreading wings. I appreciate those hopeful metaphors. But in my transition to my new place, I want to focus first on just doing a good job.

aging decisions

I'm planning on buying some insurance. Someone came to me with a similar proposition 3 years ago, and I thought, um, I don't think I need it. Now, same person asks me -- do you want to buy insurance? And now, I think it might actually be a good idea. Back then it seemed like paying for security I didn't need. A good way to totally cramp very important cash flow. Today, with the marginal benefit of additional cash flow just a little smaller (the after effects of a higher salary), plus the realization that forced saving is a service worth paying capital costs for. . . suddenly it makes sense.

Please let not this decision age me. Buying insurance surely is not too far away from buying athritic medicine.

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I went to a Nikki (sp?) Luna exhibit yesterday evening along with Grace. She had hanging resin artwork that looked like hardened bed sheets. I thought it was fine. I enjoyed more Gutsy Tuason's photos of mountains, rivers and ice though.

Happily bumped into Tanya who I had not been in touch with since the Cubao-X gimmick disaster. Would like to touch base with her again, especially as a friend is leaving for Berlin and I need new friends again. . .

which brings me to Bob's party the night before. Crowded and good night at 70-D. Did not get sloshed as much as before. Nice to see the usual crew. Vinny cried and I had to drive his car back to Makati with David in tow. Good to spend time talking to David, since we don't always get the chance. We've been friends for a while now.

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Earlier in the Friday I was checking some e-mails I had received from 2004. Hilarious to read back on some grad school and mountaineering messages. Realized that it was time to form some kind of B2K4 facebook group, and also that all those econ readings I didn't have time for back then -- I can read them now. They don't date fast, which is good.

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Have not been back to QC for several weeks, which isn't a terribly bad thing I guess. I'll have to figure out someone who is going to air out this tent though.

Chicago

Just got back from this city a few hours ago. The family spent six days together in the city, primarily to attend my dad's receiving a public service award from the University of Chicago (good job, Pops), and secondarily to have a long overdue family vacation. Quite a lot of things happened so will see if I can even get most of the highlights down in this blog post.

I guess I can start in the middle, which was the awarding ceremony itself. The short of it is that thanks to a good friend of my dad's and fellow alum of the university, Tita Nita, a nomination for the award was put through, and voila it actually got through the committee. The ceremony was in the Rockefeller Chapel, and took a very civilized 75 minutes to complete. There were other interesting folk who received awards as well, complete with a 60 second thank yous and speech period a la Academy Awards. Those who made a bit of an impression on me were Janet Davison Rowley -- the matriach of genetics according to the NYT, 80 something woman who bikes around campus -- and Sidney Hyman, who was a speechwriter for Robert Kennedy. Hearing people exude intelligence is still a novelty for me, 'coz I live in a certain part of the world I think. Pops gave his speech also, which was pretty good, quite punchy and I won't give all the details but I thought it was good. If you must know who was there here's the link: http://bit.ly/eHFFql.

Incidentally, I should put out a special mention to young alumni service awardee Koren Phillips 'coz she went ballistic on the mucked up way the shuttle was operating during the day. She got all biatchy when I couldn't. Kasi naman may K siya.

In the course of this trip we couldn't but spend a lot of time in Hyde Park, the overly described as leafy neighborhood where the university is set, and factoidally where Barack Obama's house is. The neighborhood is naturally very academic; I just presume that well-off tenured professors live in all the old houses all over the place. Of all the places we visited on campus/Hyde Park, two most stuck out. One was the seminary coop bookstore, a massive warren of a bookstore in the basement of what seems like a church, and also lets you know which books are required reading for students in their various courses (a lot, poor things). The second was the apartment of the aforementioned Tita Nita and her husband Uncle Jim. It's a long apartment on the third floor of a building that has its community garden next to it. We spent good time here making breakfast/brunch early in the week, and then celebrating post-ceremony. The "adults" of the group actually went heavy on the wine during the celebratory dinner, including Tita Nita who was even more gregarious than usual. :)

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If part of our trip was about the Southside of Chicago, about Hyde Park and the University, and all the academic folk surrounding us, a good part of trip was also right smack in the center of the city, and the architectural cluster bomb that made me want to learn more about architecture and at the same time re-watch the Dark Knight. The day our cab dropped us to our hotel's brilliant location on E Wacker Drive, we thought: this is GOTHAM. And with bizarrely good weather. So good that I found myself taking 530 am morning runs down Michigan avenue through Millennium Park and around Lake Michigan (um, did having jet lag have anything to do with it?). But really the architecture is pretty rocking, and I don't think a city has ever give me this much 'structural attitude'. On that note, one of the best places to buy souvenir stuff is the well curated Chicago Architecture Foundation store fronting the Art Institute. No bulls/bears/blackhawks jerseys. Ha.

We were in Chicago so we had to do the museums. Too overwhelming to talk about it, but here's the main thing: Art Institute of Chicago > > > Field Museum. The Field will still kick the butt of 99% of the other museums out there, but I was disappointed that they hadn't updated the geography data of their Africa exhibit since 1993. We were going to do the Shedd Aquarium, but we ran out of time and it wasn't too cheap either. I was talking to a cousin on the phone about how maybe I should make an attempt for the Shedd Aquarium because of the Philippine reef exhibit which I shouldn't miss. She said: that's okay, just go home and look at the real thing. Good advice.

Originally our plan was to do the some food tripping and eat at some places which had gotten a lot of attention like the Girl and the Goat but it was pretty impossible to get a reservation. So we settled for eating deep dish pizza, greek food (no more Cyma for us), italian, and the best ribs I've had in a long while. Each morning also I ended up eating fruit parfaits at the corner cafe a literal stone's throw from the hotel. Let's just say I'm going to have aggressively diet now that I'm home.

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One trip highlight would have to be something that we would have missed if my sister hadn't bothered browsing through a TimeOut Chicago while we were lunching and coffeeing at the Art Institute. Manila Luzon show at Boystown. We watched this fabulous heather at Spin bar, got wasted with Mahar and Chicago-based college friend Vicky at Roscoe's, and ended the evening with the Manila Luzon meet and greet. I had all of 30 seconds to pose for a photo and tell Manila: we're from the Philippines and you have graciously and beautifully represented our country. Everyone at home loves you (this last bit from Mahar). Okay, we exaggerated a bit telling her all that but we really thought she was awesome.

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This was the best family bonding trip we've had I think. But gonna end with saying that the times alone were actually pretty good, too. On my last full day, I just had the urge to get some art supplies. Ended up getting something at Utretch Art supply store on S Wabash Avenue. Ably assisted by a red-headed 20 something who helped me pick paintbrushes out. She asked me so what are you going to do / why are you painting something? I said, I just feel like it. She goes, yeah that's a good reason.

I took a few short rides around the Loop area on the pink and orange lines before heading back to the hotel to create a watercolor of the map of Chicago.

Ecopark weekend, Heima event

Went out the whole weekend, and spent Sunday relaxing at home.

Friday. Met up w/ Jojo and Vincenzo @ 121 Adamson Center to eat and drink the same things we munch on normally at the Allegro branch. I have had a thing for their burgers lately. A couple of friends were next door having a more upscale meet and drink. I enjoyed talking to them over the low wall fronting their outdoor table.

That evening and for much of the next morning, was texting, scrambling for any type of outdoor trip that could be pulled off -- this as a result of my Pinatubo trip being called off because of weather uncertainty. I think people are still paranoid as well because some French pasaway tourists trekked up even if they were told not to, and some flash flood got them.

So my original trip buddies had to peel off since nothing was happening fast enough. Ended up unexpectedly with Namee and Justin -- people who typically are busy and/or asleep on the weekend. After lunch and with Driver Butch, we made our way to La Mesa Eco Park . A small wrong turn got us on the road towards the Payatas dumpsite. Lovely. In the end we found the park.

The park is full of beautiful large trees, and plants. Green everywhere. And now that I think of it, the park was quite clean and well maintained. There were a lot of people making use of the public pools. We could smell the sweat and chlorine. People were also having picnics, napping in the shade, and doing fun family things, like kiddie birthday parties. There was also a rather bizarre "romantic" photo shoot of an Amboy/Pinay in the Orchidarium. The sort of photos that probably wouldn't be out of place in a karaoke slideshow.

We got to see the famous view of that tower that is in the middle of the La Mesa reservoir. There was a chain-linked fence in front of the viewing space and signs saying that no camera/video is allowed. Later was told by a park policeman that this was because the dam is a "vital installation" and that we should be careful, what with Bin Laden being killed and retaliatory terrorist attacks expected. I did not expect this coming from a policeman.

The whole time was sunny and hot though so we couldn't stay long. We stuck around for just under 2 hours and headed to Maginhawa to recover. We chose to eat at Crazy Katsu -- a small Jap places that only serves 5 dishes. The Chicken Katsu was quite scrumptious. Nams and I tried to brainstorm our 5 item Thai restaurant menu.

In the evening met up with Bob and others at the Heima event in Reposo. It was pretty good. Outerhope played. Really liked the stuff Owel and Nice put out. I drank a lot of beer. Ended up back at Bob's place, drinking more, and "doing commercials".

Sunday was hangout day in the house. Got some cool pasalubong through Pops. Also discussed a bit the coordinating for the upcoming Chicago trip. Will probably write about that over the next few weeks.

Boat Behind

I think I might have figured a simple enough pattern for writing so I will stick to it. The extra work from the previous night paid off today, I thought. I didn't have to cram for a deadline and I was able to focus on my primary tasks.

Just before lunch I passed by 2Go to get my passport back from the US embassy. I've been given a 10 year multiple entry visa which is pretty awesome. I met with Mahar and Vinny at Persia Grill and ate a lot of basmati rice. I was able to take some 1x1 photos nearby for use for our MTRCB IDs! Can't wait to put those to use.

After lunch, I spent some time doing background research for work, and printing stuff out for another visa I have to get. Went with Sir Gene to a 5pm-6pm brainstorming session. It was really more of a networking opportunity but I thought it was pretty interesting. Tossing out interesting stories is a not a bad way to juice up a brainstorm.

Got back at almost 7pm and had lunch with Dan, Beth and Jaja. Bacolod Inasal for us tonight. I thought I wasn't gonna eat rice what with the Basmati earlier, but screw that right.

Upon getting home did some reading on valuations in emerging markets on the recommendation of Dan. Ending the evening with listening to some more music which is actually a better aid for me to do work these days. No podcast recording tonight 'coz we're giving Vinny some more time to watch Thor (at least he enjoyed it!)

Bin Laden was reported kill today. We're going to be talking about that tomorrow night. Seth Myers didn't do too badly at the White House correspondent's dinner.

Times are a Changin -- I couldn't help it

An important talk this Friday which has given me a bit more focus on what I would like to do at work. This is vital given the back to back week of work meh-ness. And not a moment to soon as I am part of another important raised profile project. These are all important for me.

I watched Thor with Mahar, Kage and last minute addition Maf. The movie was very entertaining and C. Hemsworth was cast perfectly. We repaired to Chilis -- without Chris -- after the movie to drink margaritas and eat (too much) nachos.

The next day met with Namee and Poch at the market. There is a new stall next to Nams's that sells good looking carrots and meat from grass-fed pasture roaming animals in Bukidnon. Marketman made mention of this in his blog. I ate some lunch with N&P and made a few plans for a Pinatubo trek on the 14th (you can come with me if you want).

Another dental appointment with Dr. Karl, and he didn't scrape too much my gumline this time. So now I'm on a flossing trip. I'm going to have to consult an oral surgeon soon though since I have an impacted molar that is going to have to go before it causes trouble to the adjacent teeth.

Then it was time to go to cousin Ludwig's party at SGT. It was a nice place and nice to see my cousins and uncles/aunts from that side. Had a great early talk with Lud, got to talk some business stuff with Uncle B, spoke with Auntie Myr, Vange, Yvette, Elizabeth, Uncle Freddie and also Grace and Hannah. And Jeff and Marian, of course and we got Princess to do her voice-over for us. And other relatives I forgot to mention.

Killed time at the flat before meeting with Vin and others at break party in a bar near the park. I almost didn't go coz I couldn't figure out what to wear. If you want me to definitely go to your event/party/show please help me dress for it.

It was a late rise and some great breakfast stuff that I ended up eating for lunch. Mahar dropped me in Makati. Did a few errands, went for a run. But not before passing by the office for about 2 hours to get a head start on Monday. Boss saw me working this late afternoon.

And now I'm just here, having decided initially to watch Pulp Fiction but deciding against it.

Found myself smiling at the off-beat way Arcade plays Brazil. It is a rare thing for music to make me smile. But I think it's coz I just don't pay attention most of the time. I should write and listen to music more often. It's good to hear that Glenn has decided to actively check-out and listen to what music is current.

benoit, jeremy et rene

Consumed a ridiculous amount of media over the Holy Week break, but at least it wasn't matched with a equally ridiculous amount of food. Normally I steer entirely clear of any book that is even slightly religious, but I ended up getting through quite a bit of Harvey Cox's "When Jesus Came to Harvard". I had pretty much ignored this book in the past, but I believe that was a time when making moral decisions wasn't as important a concern for me. As a result of this reading, I don't think I'll be praying more or going to mass regularly, but at the very least I learned something about the Xtian-Jewish culture overlap. Some of the chapters that explain the role of Church in greater society I found wanting.

No further reading for me (I'm also excepting the audiobook of Bossypants, something I picked-up on the recommendation of Leloy). Thanks to Mari though I receive a French fix, namely in the form of Benoit Magimel in Les Petits Mouchoirs, and Le Petit Nicolas (a BD c/o Goscinny!) Also got to watch the final of the recently concluded University Challenge show -- I only had some vague idea that this long-time running UK show existed. Much better and more exciting than Jeopardy. Occasionally, Jeremy Paxman can get quite incredulous at the answers of the contestants.

Good Friday films were all courtesy of a selection by Mahar, most of which were "gay" films I had seen previously: Centerstage, Connie & Carla, To Wong Foo Thanks for Everything, Julie Newmar.

I blew off the Cubao folk earlier tonight, coz I was afraid of drinking alcohol. So got a "blitz" text from Kathy.

On Wednesday night, had a private quiz night at Vinny's w/ him + Mari, Gica, Verge and Jacs.