South to North to South Weekend

Yesterday, I traveled basically from one end of Metro Manila to the other, and even went so far as to reach its outskirts. But I had fun anyway so it was completely worth it. ๐Ÿ™‚ Anyway, here’s the story.

Celebrity Sighting / Sitting

Here’s something strange about the Philippines. Artists (except those in showbiz) don’t get paid very well. And when I say artists, I’m including writers. Even the good ones. I mean, unless you’re of National Artist status, chances are, what you earn from your works is very little. I guess a good thing about this is that it keeps you grounded. The bad thing is that you can’t do what you love full time and you need to have other sources of income. But I digress. I really want to tell you that yesterday, while in the jeepney on my way to UP Diliman, I sat next to somebody famous. Guess who?

DH! (Haha, I’m not spelling out his name. Iwas Google, baka mabasa niya ito at sabihin ang stalker ko!) Who is DH? He’s a somewhat famous local author. OK, he’s not that famous (unfortunately), but he’s a Palanca winner and one of my favorites. His works are mostly sci-fi/thriller/fantasy and his publisher is the same publisher of Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah and the Kikomachine series. Anyway, I think he’s a really really good writer and basically, I would kill to have an imagination like his. Haha!

So yeah, I was really surprised and excited when he suddenly boarded the very jeepney I was in! He was probably on his way to the Komikon, just like I was. But he passed by the McDonald’s at Philcoa first, probably to meet some friends/fellow writers who are also going to the Komikon. And no, I don’t know this because I followed him after he got out of the jeepney. Honest! I really didn’t follow him! I’m really not a stalker! I really didn’t walk a few meters behind him to see where he was going. Really! Hehehe…

Komikon 2010

So, I’ve been going to the Komikon since it started in 2005. Although I’ve been attending less and less events every year, and have been staying for a shorter period of time. Yesterday for example, I was only at the Komikon for a total of… 1 hour. And I spent about 15 minutes of that hour in the girls’ restroom, wiping off sweat from my face because this year’s summer is just so hot! But yeah, I was there for only a short period of time. Why? Because spending more time in there would’ve made me bankrupt, that’s why! I swear, going to the Komikon is one of those events where you lose your money real fast! And although it’s in exchange of good comic books, it still makes me a little sad when I realize that after only an hour, my wallet is already empty, save for the money that I would need to get home. And here I thought I was prepared for it this year, unlike the last time. I guess I was wrong.

But although I only stayed for an hour, I got what I came there for — Manix Abrera’s 12, and Elbert Or’s Lola: A Ghost Story. And I got them both autographed. ๐Ÿ˜€ So I don’t think I wasted my time, going all the way to UP Diliman from my house in Las Piรฑas, only to stay for less than the time I traveled to get there.

No pictures though. I brought my camera but completely forgot to take pictures. But actually, I still feel a bit awkward asking for pictures. I mean, I know the artists are nice and all that, but somehow I feel like I’m being too much of a nuisance if I ask for a picture. I mean, they’re already signing autographs for you and you ask for more?

The Rooster and The Red Skirt

So another reason I stayed at the Komikon for only an hour is because I actually had another place to go to yesterday. I was going to visit my godson and his mom (my very good friend X). And since they lived in San Pedro, Laguna, I knew had to leave Quezon City early, if I was going to make it to their place during the daytime (haha).

So I actually arrived at the Komikon at 10AM, just as soon as it opened, met with my best friend E, bought some comic books, said hello to some friends, and then left at around 11AM. We passed by Toy Kingdom at SM Makati to buy a gift for my godson (which I’ll tell you about later), and then took a bus to Laguna at around 12nn. But because of traffic, (may banggaan sa Skyway!) we got there at 3PM. But anyway, during all this commuting, I got to sit next to a rooster, and hate a bus company for using my high school uniform for curtains :mad:. No, seriously. I even have pictures to prove it (though I only used my camera phone so they’re not very clear):

Man with rooster, sitting beside me in the jeepney.
Bus curtains are the same pattern/cloth as my high school uniform.
Bus curtains are the same pattern/cloth as my high school uniform.

So my school has changed its uniform around 4 years ago (I think), so they don’t use that cloth anymore, but still, it’s a bit upsetting to see. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

Unfortunately, I wasn’t able to take a picture of the car crash that caused us delay. But who wants to see another car crash, anyway?

My Godson!

Happy afternoon! I’m really not very good with kids, but I do like them when they’re kids of my friends/relatives (haha call me biased). So I really enjoy visiting my friend X and just playing with her son, A. Anyway, she says that A has been extra bratty lately because this summer is just too hot! I completely understand because I’m being a brat because of the heat, too. Haha! So I bought them an inflatable pool! (Yes, this was the gift I passed by Toy Kingdom for.)

I’ve run out of words now so I’ll just let the pictures tell you the story.

My friend X and my godson A
A, impatiently waiting for the pool to get inflated. E, trying his best to inflate said pool.
A fills the pool up with water himself

Unable to contain his excitement, A jumps in the pool even before it was filled up with enough water

All in all a great weekend. I love weekends. And if only I didn’t like Shakespeare so much, I would totally find a way to contradict this quote:

If all the year were playing holidays; To sport would be as tedious as to work.” – King Henry IV, William Shakespeare

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My Hand Hurts T_T

Somewhat girly rant post. You have been warned.

Story #1 – My mouse ran out of batteries

Because I’m a lazy scatterbrain, I kept forgetting to buy new batteries for my wireless mouse, even thoughย I already knew that it was running out (because I kept taking it out and then putting it back in just to be able to shut down my computer last Thursday). The result: I wasn’t able to use my computer for the entire weekend. And the result of that: Lower karma in Plurk, and I missed a LOT of updates, specifically in the Livejournal communities that I’m a part of. And this is kind of significant because last weekend was the Comic Con weekend in the U.S. (You know, the famous San Diego Comic Con), and that means that there were lots of The Big Bang Theory news. Now, there’s so much that I don’t have time to read all of ’em anymore. ๐Ÿ˜ฆ But, I wouldn’t have traded my weekend for anything, so I guess it’s really not that bad.

Story #2 – Dinig Sana Kita was so worth the trip to Glorietta to pick up the tickets to it, and to CCP to see the movie

My friend K was raving about it and even wanted to see it again so I invited my best friend E to see it with me last Saturday. It was the Gala Performance, but didn’t start until 6:15PM so we had merienda at Teriyaki Boy across CCP. ๐Ÿ™‚

I’m not a big fan of Teriyaki Boy, especially since the Teriyaki Boy Chicken suddenly seemed skinless and, smaller. But I have to say that I’m happy about their sushi line (I mean, the new makis). ๐Ÿ™‚ Crazy California Maki Roll and their sauce is really yummy. ๐Ÿ™‚ And I guess they have good service, too because to date, I’ve left 2 items in a Teriyaki Boy restaurant (an umbrella and mineral water bottles — in the CCP branch, and Net Quad Branch), and I got them back both times. ๐Ÿ˜€

We got to see a few celebrities when we were in CCP (which was partly the reason I wanted to be there during the Gala Performance). Boy Abunda and Mylene Dizon were the only ones well-known, and I had my picture taken with both of them (haha! ang babaw talaga ng kaligayahan ko!)ย but the actress who played the lead character’s mom in the movie was standing next to us in the line to the entrance, and she talked a little bit to us, too. Well, actually, she only talked to E, to apologize for letting her friend cut in line (behind her and therefore in front of us), but it was really fine with us since they’re friends anyway.

The movie was great. ๐Ÿ™‚ My first time to see deaf Filipino actors and actresses, and having to read subtitles because I can’t understand sign language. The only sign language I know is the alphabet (all girls know this, trust me. and if you know a girl who doesn’t know this, tell her to learn! it’s fun!), but I don’t know it as well as the deaf community because they spell out words really really fast. I can’t even read it.

I won’t tell you the story or even a review of why it was good. But I will say that it was so good, it brought me to tears. But it wasn’t that serious. There were a lot of silly laugh-out-loud moments. Really, it was a great movie. ๐Ÿ™‚ And I hope it wins so that it’s sure to come out on DVD. ๐Ÿ˜€

E and I even stood up as the credits rolled and the cast appeared on stage. We clapped our hands until the credits were finished. I love curtain calls. They’re the best part of any show.

As for the other Cinemalaya movies, I kind of feel bad that I didn’t get to see them, because they all really seem interesting. So maybe I’ll just wait for them to be shown in the regular cinemas, or on DVD, too.

Afterwards, we ate at Icebergs, also across the CCP Complex and almost along the sea. Sisig w/ Rice + Boneless Bangus in Mango Adobo Sauce and Kahlua Chocolate Sundae = ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚ ๐Ÿ™‚

I should probably post pictures. Maybe I will, when I get to download the pictures that I took (For the reason why I haven’t transferred the pictures from my camera to my computer yet, see Story #1).

I felt kind of sad when we had to go home, because I really wanted to eat more ice cream (although I was really full by then), but the day had to end, so and E and I took a bus along Roxas Ave. to Las Piรฑas. Or at least we thought we did. But when I told the conductor where I wanted to go, he said, “Ah, papuntang Dasma ‘yung bus na’to.”

Right. What’s the first rule in using public transportation?!?! Read the signs. Anyway, we just got off at Baclaran to take another bus, the right one this time. But I feel kind of bad for having to pay almost double the fare needed just to get home, and for boarding the wrong bus. Oh well. I got home in one piece, and I guess I learned some sort of a lesson, too.

Story #3 – My hand hurts T_T

And now we come to the title story of my hand hurting. I wish it were for a glamorous reason, but it’s really not. It actually has to do with public transportation again — there was no room to sit, so I was standing in the bus I rode earlier to get to work. I was standing for at least 25 minutes, which isn’t really a big feat, except that it was so crowded, I couldn’t breathe (BTW, it was a non-airconditioned bus), and my stupid bag decided that that was the perfect time for its strap to break. So, I couldn’t hang it on my shoulder anymore and had to carry it with my hand, while hanging on to the bar on the back of the seat in front of me.

Something I Learned: There really are no more gentlemen left in this world.

Something I Decided: I would rather be late than stand in a crowded bus again.

Something I Thought Of: My personal hell would probably be that— standing in a crowded non-airconditioned bus that’s going really really fast, and I can’t use my hands to hold on to anything, because I’m using them to carry really heavy stuff.

But still I was able to manage to type this blog entry. ๐Ÿ˜›

Hope you all have a happy week. ๐Ÿ˜€

O Ayan! Update!

Not that anyone’s pressuring me to post something new here, except maybe myself. But seriously, here’s a question:

HUWAAAAAAHH!!! KAILAN PA NATPOS ANG KALAHATI NG JUNE??!?! Or not even June, but 2009?!?!?

Bakit last year ang bagal bagal ng oras, pero ngayon, hindi pa’ko nag-aadjust sa pagsulat ng “9” instead of “8” sa dulo ng taon ‘eh biglang June na. At eto–patapos na ang June! Is it true that I only have 2 blog entries for this month? Why?? What happened?? Busy ako? Tinatamad? Or both? (It’s both, of course.)

Pero ayan, naiinis na’ko dahil wala akong mabasang bago sa sarili kong blog kaya sulat muna ako ngayon. Hopefully hindi masyadong walang kwento ito. Hehehe.

Hello Fate, It’s You Again

So there I was, sitting in the bus, complaining to myself about how I have nothing to write about in my blog, when suddenly the guy seated next to me turns to me and asks me something. Because I’m an absent-minded stranger-hater, I ignored him at first (and actually thought that he might be talking to someone else, although he couldn’t have since I was the only one sitting next to him) but eventually couldn’t find a way to get out of the situation so decided to listen anyway.

“Gaano katagal ‘yung travel time mula Bictuan hanggang Alabang?” he asks.

I shrugged. “20 minutes? Depende sa traffic,” I tell him, and then look away. I really don’t like talking to strangers. But he was apparently really bored because he asked me something else. This time, it had something to do with the traffic situation in Skyway. I had half a mind to tell him that I wasn’t an MMDA officer but decided that that was too rude so I just answered him using the shortest words I know like ‘Yes’ and ‘No’.

And I guess he was really really bored, because he went on to tell me about his cousin’s birthday party wherein they have to hire an Elvis impersonator and that they were down to 2 choices — one who was chubby, and one who was thin. He said that they were equally good, and their rates were equal, too. So given those parameters, he asked me which was the right choice. Again, I was thinking of telling him, “Are you really going to base your decision on what a random stranger in a bus tells you?” But again, I didn’t want to be rude, or waste any effort in being smart so I just told him to pick the funnier one, or toss a coin if they really couldn’t choose.

I’d thought then that the conversation was over, but I guess he was really really really bored (and apparently, I was wrong, and that it takes more than 20 minutes from Bicutan to Alabang, ugh.) because he eventually told me about what kind of food he liked and how he and his dad used to spend their Saturdays together. Fine. In fairness to him, he didn’t look like a serial killer (though who knows, right?) or a petty thief. But still, he’s a stranger. And he wasn’t even a cute one. So yeah, I basically just nodded and pretended to listen. Eventually, the bus stopped at Alabang and he told me, “This is my stop now.”

“Okay,” I said and stood up as well. I got off the bus and ran to the opposite direction of wherever he was going. No way I was going to take the same jeepney as he was. I ended up waiting 10 more minutes for a new jeepney to arrive, but whatever. I think that’s better than being subject to another strange conversation with someone I really couldn’t care less about.

Maybe I’m rude and I’m mean for not being nice to him, but he’s a stranger after all, and if there’s anything the Philippines has ever taught me, it’s that you can never be too careful. Seriously, I checked my purse and my pockets to see if anything was missing. I mean, he may have been a professional con artist who was distracting me with the conversation to get to my wallet or cellphone or something.

The connection of this story with fate though, is that well, it was at least an experience to blog about. Boring though it was, I don’t think it’s a normal thing to be talked to by a stranger in the bus. At least, not in this country. (And for good reason. I mean, you never know who people are.) I’ve actually been talked to by my bus seatmates before, but most of them were women and they asked me practical things like directions, bus stops, fares… They didn’t tell me their life stories and what kind of food they liked to eat. Sorry, but I’m just not a friendly person. Of course, people on the internet are different. If someone leaves a comment on my blog then I’ll respond to that, and even start conversations in forums and other places like that. I’ll even give my real name (because really, staying anonymous and leaving a controversial comment is just not proper etiquette) if it was required, even though they say that the internet is a dangerous place. But it’s still different in real life when you’re talking to an actual person who is actually in front of you. I think that that’s more dangerous. ย So yeah, I probably won’t be taking the bus for quite some time, or maybe change the time that I go home so there’s less chance of running into him again. *sigh* I really don’t like strangers.

We Won! We Won! Part III

OK, so it was only the elimination rounds, and the actual contest isn’t until Thursday of this week. But still, our team’s representative for this year’s office singing contest was chosen, 3 out of 8!

The judges didn’t say which of the 3 they picked got the highest score, but they’ll be the ones competing in the finals. And yes, our team’s representative will be one of them! ๐Ÿ˜€ I’m pretty confident that she’s going to win, she’s a really great singer, after all. Although she’ll maybe have a problem because I think the judges (or the crowd haha) may be biased.

I told you that not a lot of people in the office like us, right? Hehehe. In fact, earlier, when it was time to announce those who were picked for the finals, it was only our team who was left in the audience. The other had left after the performances and a lot of them didn’t even bother to know who were picked. Or maybe we’re really just more enthusiastic than the average person. But what’s wrong with that? I for one, am happy that we have a reason to celebrate. Even though our teammate isn’t the real winner yet, she’d at least already beat 5 others, and to me, that’s already something. ๐Ÿ™‚

We’re pretty confident that she’ll win in the finals, too. But again, maybe that’s just us being over enthusiastic. But who cares? I’m happy we have someone to cheer on in the final round. ๐Ÿ˜€ Oh and BTW, this is called “We Won! We Won! Part III” because this is the 3rd contest wherein our team’s (or at least a representative from us) has come out victorious. ๐Ÿ˜€ Oh yes we are arrogant. But for good reason! Hahaha! ๐Ÿ˜ˆ

What’s Next…

I actually have a lot of ideas for blog entries. I just can’t find (or make) the time to write them. *sigh* Oh, I want to share that one of my former officemates asked me to write her a recommendation letter. She said that she needs one from a colleague and she picked me to write it! Isn’t she sweet? ๐Ÿ™‚

But going back to the topic of my blog entries, I have several ideas, really. And most of those ideas come with pictures, but gah… I’m finding it so hard to balance everything that’s going on at the moment. Did you notice, there have only been 2 updates this month?! (Well 3, counting this one). But I do just want to say (more to myself than to whoever reads this, you know, so I won’t forget hehe) that I do have things lined up. And I do believe that this blog is important enough to me (or my writing) for me to keep going at it. So in conclusion… Stay tuned! ๐Ÿ™‚ Hehe!

Si Andong

I forgot how adventurous commuting can be.
(This by the way, is a true story.)

Kanina, ‘pag sakay ko ng bus, may tumabi sa’kin na may dalang kahon.
Sa kahon, may nakasulat na “Andong”.
Naisip ko baka pangalan ‘yun nung may-ariย noon.
At dahil alas kwatro pa lang ng umaga, wala na’kong ibang inisip paย tungkol doon.

Maya-maya, biglang may tumilaok. Nang malakas. Nang malapit sa’kin. Tumingin ako saย paligidย at nalaman ko na kung sino si Andong.

Ang katabi ko kanina sa bus, ay isang pang-sabong.