Tuesday, December 26, 2006

It Runs in the Family

Christmas was ok, the family drove in troops to our house for the annual Victoria clan Christmas dinner. It was nice seeing my cousins and give out gifts, there are so many of us my pockets are grounded for the next 2 months. Every square foot of the house is occupied by people of various ages, the youngest being Abbey Doodle at 3 months, the oldest is my mother at 52.

It's good to see my cousins being their rowdy selves without caring for proper behavior -- they tickle, tease, poke, kiss, hug each other. We don't get to see the whole clan together very much, except for Christmas and other special occasions.

I'm glad they're my cousins, because at least they exist to prove that I'm not the only insane one in the family. Presenting Exhibit A:



The big-haired one is my sister, and the other is my cousin Pau. They're very talented, and my sister just performed the Cell Block Tango as Velma Kelly complete with the wig, tanga and glittering eye makeup for their company party. Not every sister in the world can do that.

I'll write more and post pictures later, but this will have to do for now.

Karu

Dahil goodluck na lang sa pagkakaron nito...


At lalo naman ng ganito....
Patulan ko na lang kaya to?


Ya think? How much is a liter of gasoline anyway?

Friday, December 22, 2006

Noelle

When it's late at night and you're all alone, with no one around to see your fake smiles -- what do you really feel? What goes on inside your mind? Who or what do you think about?

Let me know.

Maghulog lamang ng empty pack kalakip ang proof of purchase with your name, address, phone number and signature sa mga drop boxes sa inyong suking tindahan.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

She's at it Again


Just a little more, a little inching towards the mighty delicious chicken. I can smell it already, I can almost taste it on my lips...I'm sorry, what? What do you mean I can't have one? What are birthdays for (and this is mine, you know) if you can't eat all this wonderful food? Gosh. I know my doctor said I couldn't eat yet, but my Mom's been cheating and just yesterday I ate a whole potato all by myself. And earlier that Cerelac was glorious, although I suspect they're lying everytime they say there's no more left. I usually require Mom and Nanay Nita to show me the bowl if it's true. Otherwise I scream to the high heavens. What does a kid have to do to get a chicken leg around here?

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

The Abundance of Something You Abhor

Say you don't want this thing lying around. The very sight of it makes you want to hurl breakable things against the wall. Then suddenly, this thing multiplies like a Gremlin hosed by the fireman and takes over your life.

And almost as sudden, I forget what I was trying to say because I just got an email that I will have to be godmother to my nth godchild. It's a girl, Marie Emmanuelle, courtesy of Ana and Edmund.

So this entry is not something about abhorring or any synonyms thereafter. It's a joyous occassion, and time to shop for baby gifts again.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Keeping Up

I live among filth.

Right now, I’m watching the third season of House while wrapping a mountain of toys and whatchamacallits for this merry season called Christmas. I am not merry at all.

I am ok with wrapping gifts, but I bought the wrong wrapper. It’s not the crisp one, it crumples easily and is driving me bonkers. It’s ok for wrapping boxes but not so good for irregular shaped objects, which comprises 90% of my whatchamacallits.

I just sit on my bed while I wrap things and the plastic bags they came with are threatening to engulf me. I lost track of what I’m giving to whom and I don’t care anymore, so there might be some of my friends who will get a Snakes and Ladders gameboard and a 5-year old boy is gonna get some killer earrings to die for.

(I still wonder how I can keep a train of thought while writing this and watching House with his blue blue eyes dole out sarcasm to dying people. God, I missed him. Still can’t decide between House and Derek and Nate.)

Friday, December 15, 2006

Friday's Feast 122

Appetizer
What was your very first job with a paycheck?
Well, it’s not a paycheck per se but I did get free tuition and monthly stipend. I worked for the Registrar’s Office in my university handing out report cards to bratty high school students, whom I terrorized if they get too bratty. First real salaried job, as an AutoCAD operator doing blueprints. It was fun, but not my cup of tea. Also because the pay was pathetic.

Soup
Did you ever lose something really important to you?
I lost my father. We may not be close or have really bonded in the years before he died, but when I was a kid he really drilled important things in my skull. Some are trivial, like the Tagalog words for north, south, east, and west (hilaga, timog, silangan, kanluran, respectively); and others a lot more philosophical that he will make you think about it for a while, wring out your own interpretation, then explain what it truly means. He can be a difficult person, and we didn’t see eye to eye most of the time because he was too conservative and I am obviously a liberal. But he was very intelligent, and I appreciated that.

Salad
What is the best Christmas present you ever received?
Tough one. I don’t even remember a stand out present materially speaking, because I did get a lot in the past; I guess it depends on the person giving it. It can be just a letter or a handmade card but if it came from someone very important to me then I will treasure it forever.

Main Course
Tell about a favorite "hang out" place for you and your friends when you were in high school.
Under the sampaloc tree in front of the old Science building. There were two benches under that tree, and we would sit there for hours just talking and laughing and swatting the boys sometimes. I don’t remember what we talked about, probably about nothing and everything. When I think about it, we didn’t make sense most of the time but my God, we loved to talk.

Dessert
Name something that always brings a smile to your face.
Abbey Doodle Peanut Butter Puddlywumpers. :-)



Heroes Often Fail

Your Superhero Profile

Your Superhero Name is The Chameleon Champion
Your Superpower is Near-death Experience
Your Weakness is Handshakes
Your Weapon is Your Stellar Bludgeon
Your Mode of Transportation is Slide

Model Student

I think my heart stopped last night at class. I wasn't able to go for two consecutive weeks, one was my fault and the other isn't. I don't know anybody in my class (except by face) enough for me to ask what has been going on so I went on living my life of borderline debauchery (yeah right) and just showed up last night with nary a clue.

I was late (a given) and when I got there there was somebody in the front with what suspiciously looked like a powerpoint presentation, and I heard the word "project". I swear I stopped breathing for two seconds while my brain processed the information.

I didn't have a stitch in me to save myself. Or so I thought. I did bring Maki, and I had the presence of mind to transfer my school working files to the laptop earlier. And last week I made a one-page very rough draft of my project. Will I be able to do this?

I was like possessed by the Ghost of Schoolworks Past. In ten minutes I had a 5-slide presentation (including the title hahaha) explaining my project. I had a project rationale, objectives, methodology and related literature. In ten minutes. Yey!

Another five minutes for whipping out something to say with the slides, but mostly I just read the whole damn thing with my mouth very dry, with my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth. Is he gonna buy what I'm saying here? Because frankly I don't, it really looked like it was done in ten minutes. But he said it was a promising study, and he can't decide which area it covered because it might cross over to at least another two. So, great.

PS: Thank you to Maki, you saved the day; and Mac Office for providing great professional-looking templates. Whew.

Monday, December 11, 2006

The Right Way of Gift Giving

A friend told me to go to a shop, pick out what I like and text him the size, color and material number of the item so he can pick it up as a gift for me.

Now that's how you give gifts. The element of surprise might be gone, but at least you know you're getting what the person really likes. And let's face it, guys do not have sixth sense in picking out gifts. There was a christmas once upon a life that I was given this wallet, it wasn't hideous or anything but obviously i was expecting something more...aesthetic than a wallet. My face really fell and he could see that I was disappointed, and it ruined the whole evening. I didn't want to look so crushed, but it was too late. In fairness, it was a Benetton product so I can't say he went cheap on me, and I found it useful for out of town trips.

So really, thanks dude! :-)

Saturday, December 09, 2006

Top Ten Jologs Things To Do

10. Text me "Hello poh, sori 2 dsterb u. Cn u b my txtm8?"
9. Expect me to reply.
8. Go to Starbucks/Seattle's Best and hoard on the condiments to take home.
7. Announce that you will watch Borat because it's porn.
6. Pronounce suicide as "swee-sayd", country as "kawntri", lunch as "lants", Santa Claus as "Klaws", and mango as "meynggo".
5. Argue that it's the poor people's fault that they're poor, but it's not your fault that you're such a fuckhead.
4. Fall for the line I'm-harmless-because-I'm-celibate kind of shit.
3. Cry for every wrong thing that happens to you. Whine whine whine all day.
2. Bite the hand that feeds you.
1. Google my name in the hope of knowing who I am and what I do, and spend hours reading this blog's monthly archives. Oh yes, I KNOW. I don't know why you're so interested in finding out all about me, since I'm not the least bit interested in you. Why don't you just do the world a favor and stick your head in the oven, or jump in front of the oncoming train, or whatever it is you pathetic people do to alleviate your distress. Leave me the fuck alone.

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Guessing Game

Try to play Twenty (sometimes Forty) Questions with a 9-year old and this is what you get:

Word: Santo NiƱo

Bagay? Yes.
Nagagamit? Yes.
Nabubuhat? Yes.
Bag? No.
Pader? No.
Poste? No.
Kotse? No. Nabubuhat nga eh.
Picture Frame? No.
Painting Frame? No.
Mirror Frame? No.
Drawing Frame? No.
Clue: Pinapatong.
Hmmm…Cross? Lapit na.
Host? No.
Chalice? No.
Mic? No.
Cross? Hindi nga po.
Pinapatong po? Yes.
Pari?