tee cee

At what I thought was just one those friendly dates over a McDo meal, you suddenly babbled at how you've been so happy since you met me, how you did not regret crossing the seas to take up a task that you weren't excited about, and how you can't let that time pass without telling me how I have unexpectedly touched your life.

Whoaa, you're too fast! How can you say that if we've met just three days ago? Okay, okay, we've crossed paths before but I can't even remember the occasion.

You believe in signs, you answered back and pointed them out to me: we met in church, our names sounded the same, we both took up law, loved arnis, are fond of jogging, and share quite a number of interests. I am even like a member of your aunt's family. Then you wonder how can you be asked to do a task with me when that task wasn't your kind of thing? Of all the people who could be paired up with me, why were you just plucked out of the many who could do a much better job? You asked as if you still don't have your answer to that. This is meant to be, you then concluded.

And I kept silent because I remembered hearing before that you have a girlfriend. I waited for you to mention it, half-hoping you'll say it didn't work out between you two.

We must be soul mates, you continued as I try to keep from laughing.

I almost rolled my eyes from all the mushiness, but all I was able to do was give a try at covering your eyes because I can't already take your unblinking gaze.

You looked so serious; so masterful of the script, if there was one. But still, no mention of the girlfriend.

And because I don't believe in everything you said, I told you to wait. I don't easily fall, I said and added experience tells me to think things over before deciding. Give me time, I asked while thinking of the Sara Bareilles lyrics, "It's too soon to see, if I'm happy in your hands."

And of course, I have yet to research about the girlfriend.


You said you'll wait but hoped it will be soon.

A day passed and you're back home already missing me.
A day passed and I got a confirmation about the girlfriend. And I know her...

idea alert

Cameras in places where government services are provided!

so as to:

• prevent government employees from slacking on the job; and

• keep incidents like this from happening.

just a thought...

There should be T.V. ads that show bloody accidents resulting from not following traffic rules (there may already be abroad but I have yet to see one in the Philippines).

Yeah bloody, horrible, gory, gruesome consequences for being irresponsible motorists. Pedestrians too!

Because as I see from the stupid driver I chanced upon this morning, he doesn't have a clue how much misfortune he'll bring to himself and others just because he doesn't want to be late for work and no traffic enforcer was present. If there were these violent ads and he have seen them many times, he surely would think more than twice before speeding past a red light. He may even later equate red light with blood.

The T.V. ads may not really feature real people and gore, stick-figure animation will do -- they're cute and will get the point across.

Few Things I Learned Over The Weekend

• A company with offices at some sleek building in the city's prime business center doesn't mean it's better off than the firm that can't give you your own work station.

• Be careful what you wish for, you might get it faster than you thought possible.

• House plants make beautiful pets. And you won't even have to worry about their scratching the furniture.

• Pots/containers for house plants have drainholes and may come with a free dish.

• One of the best places to hang out is at that bamboo bench just outside my apartment, at mid- to late-afternoon.

• Bell peppers aren't for everyone.

coffeehouse music genre

I recently am hooked to the coffeehouse music genre, although I really don't know what differentiates that sound to other types of music that I am fond of. It was actually Yahoo! Music that told me that I've been hiding under a rock and there's a cool genre called "The Coffeehouse." Oh, well.

Goggling led me to an article by Paul Landmaker, at the suite101 Web site, about his take of the genre. Here's an excerpt of his post:

At times, your eyes go shut and you smile as you wallow in the sounds. It's got a pleasantly anesthetic quality about it. [T]he music and its atmosphere is almost like an aural drug.

The vocalists sing like they're only singing to you. They're not trying to dress up their voices with gimmicks.... They seem to make their music for the sake of its beauty or artistic qualities. They're not out to please their audience, marketers nor anyone else, but themselves.

This is comfort music, but not the soft and cuddly sort.... In this sort of music lies real art -- ear candy, if you will. If you want to find the artists in a town, go down to the coffeehouses. If they're not there, you'll at least get really close to finding them.... It's not so much that it's where they play, but it's the artistic qualities associated with coffeehouses.

So the keywords are pleasantly anesthetic, real art, no gimmicks, and comfort. No wonder I'm liking it. More coffeehouse music please.

my first few steps to becoming a cook

In my wish to be good at cooking, I have:

1. Bought a White-Westinghouse, three-burner gas range plus oven. I wasn't sure if it was a good choice but my brother said the appliance was more than okay especially with the few surprise features we found when we got a much closer look of it at home. I chose it because it was just priced right for my pocket.
2. Bought new kitchenwares -- a rectangular glass bakeware for pasta dishes and ice-box cakes, a non-stick pan because our old frying pan looks quite a mess, wooden spoons, and a whisk.
3. Cooked my first-ever pancit bam-i, stir-fried noodles popular in the Visayas part of the Philipines. I swear it was yummy, but I think I could have done better if I added in slices of chicken liver.
4. Tried my hand in humba, a type of Filipino pork stew. I wasn't so proud of the result (read: won't rely on Internet recipes again), but still the neighbors gobbled them all up.
   

I'm enjoying this new hobby and I bet my neighbors are happier too. The downside of this, however, is I'm gaining some pounds. I can even see a little bulge in my tummy now! Got to grab my running shoes again and get back to the track.

scribbling while waiting...

Was that guilt I saw in your eyes? Was that a tinge of jealousy I felt?


Now, is that your move to win me back? Can you see the glint of triumph under my glasses?

Look closely.