Straight From the Heart (I bet ye can hear Bryan Adams in yer head!)

It's times like these you learn to live again
It's times like these you give and give again
It's times like these you learn to love again

-Foo Fighters, "Times Like These"

In the darkest hours of my life by far, I wouldn't have pulled through unscathed if it weren't for you. I'm forever grateful.

Franzel
You could've just stood there to watch but you chose to help knowing that I was alone and desperately hysterical. You're my understated hero.

Annie
There's more to you than meets the eye. Who could've known you'd be so good at rescue? You were amazing.

Clarence
I called you up only to let you know that I couldn't report for work. I didn't ask for nor expect your help but you gave it nonetheless. After Thursday, I'll put up with you on anything, and I mean anything. :)

Glenn
You spurred me into action and got me out of the stupor I was initially in. I've always known you could be relied upon and that's why I called you first. Thank you for not letting me down and for not letting distance get in the way.

Christie
Again, you have shown that we're not bestfriends for nothing. You always know what to do.Thank you for taking care of me.

Gina and Paul
You're my most favorite couple in the world (after my parents).Thank you for coming to my rescue. Knowing that you were near put me at ease.

Malaya and Maniya (Kambal sa Uma)
Unexpected but much appreciated help that came in double. Thank you for staying with me and for getting my mind off what was happening.

Sonny Boy
You came late but you came and that's what's important. I appreciate you helping me carry my things back to the house. Bug-at ang dresser sah? =D

Jun and Martin
We do not know each other yet you were willing to come to my aid for your friend. Thank you. Never doubt that Glenn will do the same.

Mae Ann
Thank you for heeding my request of not letting our parents know what was going on. You know how our mother can be. I must have had you worried out of your wits. I'll take care of myself better. :)

Uncle Efren
Thank you for reminding me that I have a family here.

Debbie, Nina, Kirk, Borj, Sher, Dana, Dhon, Jenny
Thank you for checking how I was doing and for asking how you could be of help. Your concern warmed my heart. I'm fortunate to call you friends.

Kissan and Man2
Your joint efforts were instrumental in having the twins contact me. Thank you.

Team RuBu: Pink October Run 2009

Team RuBu: Pink October Run '09

With all of it’s founding members (Yogi Hen, Baller Coyote, and Raymond St. John) already not connected with the company, it took almost a year for the Running Buddies to get together again and to continue the goal of making a mark in the world of fun runs. I didn’t mean that in the competitive sense, let me make myself clear. I did say fun runs, right? I'm not discounting our abilities but I'd like to think of us as avid supporters only. Although we do have colleagues who can compete with Cebu’s top runners, most of us, including yours truly, join for the fun, the cause, and the activity itself. Fun runs make for great pictures and you get to rub elbows with local celebrities plus, you get to run side-by-side with a lot of eye candies. That's fun with a capital F!

Cool singlet

Pink October Run, organized by the Philippine College of Surgeons - Cebu Eastern Visayas Chapter with the help of Rotary Club of Cebu Fuente and Cebu Gloria Maris was held yesterday with the start and finish lines at The Terraces, Ayala Center. This was the first event in a series of sports activities lined up for the month of October to celebrate Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

RuBu with Donna Cruz-Larrazabal

I was slightly hesitant to join due to lack of practice but Pink October Run was so worthy a cause to support. If we waste money on a pointless drinking spree which leaves us with fewer brain cells, then surely, we can spare just Php150 to support the Breast Cancer Movement. With only four days before the run, I was able to convince 13 people to join. Apparently, I haven't lost my touch. Not everyody made an appearance but 11 participants from our group (including 3 friends from Stream Global Services, formerly, Etelecare) is quite a good turnout.

RuBu with lawyer and broadcaster Heidi Acuña

Half a kilometer and we were already gasping for air due to lack of practice. But none gave up, of course. After the race, dead tired and standing on wobbly legs, we somehow found the energy to pose for pictures. That's fulfillment for you. A hundred pictures, one peach mango pie, one Julie's bread, and a bottled water after, it was unanimously agreed upon that we'll join more fun runs (and we'll make sure to do practice runs).

Cheers to pink health!

Sunburn

You're as sweet as nutty sans rival;
relaxing like a Thai massage.

You're funnier than Rakugo;
more sinful than Balamban liempo.

You're my supreme escape;
my favorite mistake.

You're my greatest release,
always, a bliss.

You're my bane
and my sweetest pain.

Image courtesy of Google images.

In My Life

I don't often watch Filipino movies, more so in theaters but I gave in this time. My office mates raved about it and one let slip that there was a scene wherein John Lloyd Cruz slapped Vilma Santos. Hmmm, that's something I should see for myself.

The movie does not disappoint. Actually, I'll go as far as to say I loved it. I found myself alternately laughing and crying. I didn't know if there would be a kissing scene between JL and Luis (I was quite sure there would be but none confirmed) and I kept myself alert because if there would be, then I didn't want to see it to spare myself a heart attack. I love JL and seeing him kiss another man is more than I could take. Fortunately, I closed my eyes just in time for the smack. Ha ha!

In My Life is a must see for mothers. I'll be sure to bring a copy the next time I'm home.

Image from http://www.pep.ph/index.html

Cancelled

I've had my first taste of the horrors accompanying a canceled flight a week ago. I went home to Mati for my Nic's 8th birthday (which was a blast even if I had quite a scare when more children came than expected. I had visions of them wailing, kicking, and screaming because they didn't have balloons and loot bags. Fortunately for me, I had just the exact number.) and I was scheduled to go back to work by Sept 13 at 7pm. What was supposed to be an uneventful flight turned out to be a series of looong waits and then finally, my first cancellation. I was halfway through Ribblestrop when I started waiting for my flight and by the time I was done, they still haven't confirmed that it would be canceled . When they finally did, my head's pounding because of too much reading and my stomach's rumbling because the last food intake was during lunch. To top everything off, my new LG FM phone went dead on me because I forgot to recharge the blasted thing, just when I needed it most.

The immediate concerns were who'll work on my behalf and where I will stay for the night. Despite the short notice, GI Joe agreed to work for me so the only problem left was a place to stay while I wait for the new schedule. Cebu Pac offered no free lodging for their stranded passengers because as what I heard from another passenger "it wasn't their fault." Mati is 3 hours north of Davao so going home is not an option. I briefly considered doing a "Tom Hanks" in the movie The Terminal. I ended up being the Luy family's "house pest" for the night. As is expected, they were very welcoming; Xtie's dad offered me everything he could find in the fridge ("Jon naay durian sa ref", "Jon naay ice cream sa ref", "Jon naay biskwit sa ref", "Jon naay hotdog sa ref", "Jon pag-inom ug Milo"), and her mom entertained me with amusing tales of her stint as a realtor. The entire family made me feel as if my stay was planned and I cannot be thankful enough. I've resolved to treat them for dinner the next time they're in Cebu.

Flights were canceled due to NAIA blackout. Dada, my manager, said "it makes you feel ashamed you were born in the Philippines". Strong words but I didn't argue because, really, airports should have power all the time. I was at NB yesterday and I came across Ted Lerner's Hey,Joe. I read briefly the part where his mom visited the country for the first time. He wrote that in the Philippines the unexpected happens. (To quote Ribblestrop: Anything could happen and anything does.) But it's part of the charm, he said, and I quite agree with him.

Image courtesy of http://www.allposters.com/.

Open what?

Federer in the dark
Image from http://msn.foxsports.com/

It's the US Open and I'm home. Home means access to ESPN and Star Sports. But home also means retiring as early as 9PM so there will be no live matches for me. Do you happen to know what time replays air? Today, I've had my younger brothers, masters of the remote control depending on which time of the day we're talking about, check hourly for replays but there were none. This is getting frustrating.

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Read Zafra's hilarious post about the US Open final between The Fed and DelPo: Kapre o Tikbalang?

Jeepney Chronicles: The Totoy Topak Encounter

When I first came to Cebu, my uncle's only advice was to be careful. "Daghan kaayog snatchers ug hold uppers diri day, so dili pwede magtinanga" were his exact words. Having settled here since the 1980s and having been a victim himself, he knows firsthand how dangerous the City can be especially for a sheltered Davaoeña.

Over the years, quite a few of the people I know have fallen prey to these Totoy Topaks. My landlady's necklace was snatched while riding a jeepney; a college classmate's ear bled when a man suddenly grasped one of her earrings; a friend went home with no wallet and a bag slashed open; and I've witnessed officemates in hysterics, while giving account of the mugging they went through. Considering all these, you'd think I would never be lax, but four years of living in relative peace makes you one. It never occurred to me that the day would come when I'd be a victim myself. Well, the thought does enter my mind occasionally but I never acknowledged the possibility which, you could say, is very foolish and somewhat arrogant for somebody who regularly commutes via PUVs.

Indeed, Monday night was an awakening of the most rude kind. It was unfortunate that I had to go through a hold up to admit to myself that I am vulnerable and that I have to be extra careful. So what were the lessons learned? For one, I will be observant and attentive to my surroundings so that in case this happens again, I will have definitive answers to questions such as "Asa man dapit nahitabo?", "Unsa may nawong sa nagkuha?", "Unsa may ilang gisu-ot?". These questions are hard enough to answer when I'm paying attention; harder still when I'm half-asleep. Another thing, I'm not bringing a bulky wallet again. Better safe than sorry, right?

PS.
The interview was a struggle. The tanods asked a lot of questions and I didn't want to answer because I was already somewhat catatonic (coping mechanism) and I blanked out (I couldn't recall our home phone number then). It's a good thing there were two of us and that my companion was a chatterbox (on hindsight, it was probably her coping mechanism). If it were just me, I doubt if they could squeeze out details.

Image courtesy of http://news.bbc.co.uk.

Loony Mooony Me

Well, well, well. What have we got here? This is the unplanned souvenir of yesterday's lunch with Kid A and Regina Spektor at Mooon Cafe at The Terraces. I swear I did not do it on purpose. I alternately used this table napkin and my hanky and I DID NOT notice I placed both inside my bag. Ugh, the shame.

The pig out was courtesy of Kid A. He got promoted (it is to remain a secret for now, so no telling please) and he gave in to my demands of a treat. We were going to have lunch at Handuraw; they were supposed to offer buffet lunch and dinner on Sundays but yesterday was different. The place was reserved for a group of people so buffet was available only for dinner. We ended up at Mooon Cafe instead.

It was going to be my first time at Handuraw but apparently, it is not to happen just yet.

Jeepney Chronicles in Pictures: Huwag po, huwag po! (No, please no!)

Woman driver (rushing out of MLhuillier): Sir, ayaw lang sir! Nagbayad ra man ko sa MLhuillier!

CITOM Officer (writing something down): Asa imong lisensiya?

Woman driver (on the verge of tears): Sir, ayaw lang gud sir. Kadali ra man kaayo ko nag-park!

CITOM Officer (with that grave baritone voice): Pakit-a ko sa imong lisensiya.

Oh, the terror CITOM officers induce! Wouldn't you love to wear that uniform?

Breakfast at Jacobo's Bistro

People working at IT Park never run out of options on where to eat for breakfast. There's McDonald's which serves breakfast meals as early as 2am at The Walk, there's Jollibee and KFC (on weekdays only) at I2, there's The Breakfast Club, Chowabungga, and Ila Puti at I1, there's Mocha Blends, Kul's, Brown Cup, IGrill, A'den Delicatessen, and Ron's Grill at Skyrise Bldgs 1 & 2 and there's also Tara's Cafe at Skyrise 3 which offers daily breakfast buffet. And of course, there are more than a few carenderias in Apas or fronting TESDA if you're looking to spend below Php30 on your meal.

My shift ends at 4AM and I don't usually stay at the office long enough to greet the sunrise but lately, I have been overstaying just so I could have breakfast with different sets of friends at a newly discovered "it" dining place.

I'm talking about Jacobo's Bistro located at Skyrise Building 3, Asiatown IT Park, directly behind Tara's Cafe. My friend Xtie and I met up for a planned activity two weeks ago and we were going to eat at KFC (the usual) however she, who visited Jacobo's for the first time the day before, insisted that I try it there, having been impressed with the food and the service. Jacobo's Bistro offers all-you-can-eat breakfast with free 1 round of iced tea or coffee for only Php100 plus 10% service charge from 7AM until 10AM everyday. (Now please don't react on the service charge; once you've visited the place, you'll understand why there's a need for it.) Jacobo's has nice interiors; it's quite small but oddly enough, it doesn't feel crowded at all. But what I primarily like about the place is the food. The dishes are well-prepared, they're tasty, and the selections are diverse. It doesn't matter whether you're the type who prefers toast or pancakes or if you're the typical Pinoy who prefers rice meals, you'll find what want in their menu. One may give a shot at eating all of their meals in one seating but I highly doubt anyone can go beyond 6 orders. I can only take 3. For first-timers, I recommend you try my top 3 favorites. (I prefer them in this order but you need not do the same)

Bangers and Egg with Potato

Crispy Pork Binagoongan with Tortang Talong

Pancake with Bacon

I might as well enjoy my visits at Jacobo's Bistro now while there's still not much competition because I know that it won't be long before people start lining up to demand for their breakfasts.

Baby You Can Drive My Car

As previously ranted, I am the most physically-uncoordinated person that ever walked. I'm a klutz; grace seems to elude me.

It's not one of the traits she's proud of but sadly, I take after my mother in this aspect. When I was 12, my father taught my mother how to drive. On Sundays, the entire family would go to the public school grounds and while we children played, my mother got her driving lessons from my father. I can still remember the last time my mother occupied the driver's seat of a car; they almost got into a mishap. The details are vague but if my memory serves me right, they almost ran into a kid so my mother swerved. Then she lost control and they would've fell off a ditch hadn't my father reacted fast enough. My mother swore off driving after that.

Now, I believe that what happened in your childhood influences the way you think or act in your adult life. For every time I imagine myself learning how to drive, I'd automatically think of this event and I'd lose my nerve. I would take on every reason that comes to mind just so I could put it off, scaredy cat that I am. If my best friend hadn't pushed me and nagged me into getting my SP and enrolling for lessons, the year would've ended with me none the wiser.

So how did I do? Brushing aside the occasional panic I induced on my instructors and the much-repeated "sa starting gani, kung buhi-an ang clutch unya dili nimo gas-an, mapalong jud nang sakyanan", I think I fared pretty well. I was uncharacteristically agile at following verbal instructions. I once maneuvered the steering wheel to the right using my left hand and at the same time set the gear to 1 using my right hand. I can multitask!!! It's truly unbelievable. It's empowering. This may not be much to you, but it's something I thought I'm incapable of doing. There may just be hope for me, after all.

Image from Google Images.

Jabbered Onion

Jabbered Onion, Bora, Feb '09

You were
a mentor, an advisor,
a listening ear, a sounding board..

You were
diversity and open-mindedness,
intelligence and spontaneous thinking..

You were
courage and boldness..

You are
an inspiration..

You'll always have my immense respect and belief. I know the grass is greener on the other side of the fence for you. We'll miss you!

Unwell

I like to say I'm healthy. I rarely get sick. In rarely, I mean I'm unable to recall the last time I had fever or the common cold. It's that rare. I've only been admitted in the hospital once and it was when I gave birth, which made it necessary.

That being said, I was adamant to admit that my body has finally succumbed to its mortal weaknesses. Last weekend's to and fro between cities, the whirlwind of events, and the lack of sleep has taken its toll. Sudden, jerking movements made me lightheaded so I walked around like I had five heads. There's this constant pounding in my head which made concentrating difficult and I had the urge to vomit every after eating. I was arrogant enough to think that all I needed was a good night's sleep but after getting sufficient sleep and feeling no improvement, I had to acknowledge that my body needed more. I took medication, I made sure to get as much sleep as I could, and I put off doing my laundry. Already, I'm feeling better and I expect to be my usual robust self by the end of the week.

Image from Google Images.

Jeepney Chronicles in Pictures: Jollibee Went to Town

A bee running wild in the streets.


Hey! Where do you think you're going?!

Jeepney Chronicles in Pictures: Air Drag Me to Hell

You're right. It's an open windshield. It only gets to be closed when it's raining. My father, who I was with during the 2-hour trip from Mati to Maragusan, did not think it was worth mentioning. By the time I realized what I was about to go through, it was too late to transfer. So I put my sunnies on and braved the wind and the cold. I'm never sitting in front again.

Let me let go

Gloomy, cold day,

like it knows what's to happen.

Enough. Let go.

Never again,

no more you.

Image from Google Images.

Maybellive

Premature demise brought about by my perpetual klutziness and my awfully slow reflexes.

Again.

I hate it when this happens.

Californication

I love David Duchovny. I mean, who in her right mind wouldn't? He's got to be the sexiest and the most charming man in all of Hollywood. If those eyes were directed at me, I'd probably swoon the first few seconds and then I'd agree to whatever he wants me to do. A bit exaggerated, yes, but I'm sure I'm not alone in this.

I have just finished watching the 2nd season of his Showtime series Californication. Just like the 1st one, I found it overly lewd. This is not me being prudish. It's literally about fornication in California. Notwithstanding its being obscene, I enjoyed watching the show because it's touching, it's undeniably witty, it's very amusing, and it's got excellent soundtrack (Mamas and the Papas, Lynard Skynard, Pearl Jam, and Nirvana among others. Have I mentioned the selection's excellent?) I love Hank Moody and his mostly sarcastic remarks. I love that he adores his daughter and his daughter's mother. I love Rebecca's flat, emotionless delivery of her lines. And most of all, I love how the conversation between them goes. I am so looking forward to the next season.

Here are two of my favorite conversations.

After Hank's vasectomy,

Rebecca: How's the package?
Hank: It's not a conversation I ever wanted to have with my daughter, but thanks for asking, sweetie.

Here's a tearjerker:

Hank: I know you're pissed at me. I know your mother and I have done some pretty unforgivable shit to you and I know you're rapidly approaching that age where the very thought of having a conversation with your father makes you nauseous. But I just want you know that I'm not going to quit trying, ok? Because you're the best thing that ever happened to me and I love the shit out of you.

Rebecca (wiping off tears): How's the balls?

Hank: Boys have seen better days, thank you. (After seeing Rebecca smile) Is that a laugh? My pain is funny to you? Jesus! You're just like your mother. You should know what that woman put me through.

Featured Music

Freebird by Lynard Skynard (Episode 4 - The Raw and the Cooked)

Karen, breaking off the engagement,
Karen: Angel, I love you so, so much.
Hank: I can't stay.
Karen: I'm not asking you to.

Heart Shaped Box by Nirvana (Episode 10 - In Utero)

Hank: Hey, what's wrong? You ok?
Karen: Kurt Cobain, he's dead!
Hank: What?! What happened?
Karen: Suicide.
Hank: That's a fu*&^#$ shame.
Karen: Yeah. And I'm preganant!

Nothingman by Pearl Jam (Episode 10 - In Utero)

Excerpt from Hank's letter:
I don't know what's going on with us. And I can't tell you why you should waste a leap of faith on the likes of me. But damn, you smell good Karen, like home. And you make excellent coffee. That's got to count for something, right?

Image from Google Images.

Jeepney Chronicles in Pictures: Martian Child

I was lucky enough to ride with the Martian Child of Cebu a week after seeing the movie.

Jeepney Chronicles in Pictures: Sleepyheads

Clearly, these two are in the graveyard shift.