lucid intervals

ramblings on a Friday

2012-01-27T13:44:00.001+09:00

*I just received a call from my clinic informing me that the result of my Gestational test, taken two weeks ago, is normal. Also, she (the nurse, spoke in broken English) told me that my Hemoglobin level is low thus prescribed me to double my Iron intake. Yes, I'm anemic.

*Still can't get over the fact that Alan Rickman (Severus Snape in HP movies) did not get an Oscar best supporting actor nomination.

*The Oscars should have given Meryl Streep a lifetime achievement award waaaayyy back since she has been nominated many times. We all know that whoever competes for a best actress award is still nothing compared to the Meryl Streep.

*My recent pregnancy cravings are Oreo (with choco and peanut butter filling) and Minute Maid orange juice (with pulp).

*It's still January and I'm almost done with my to-read-while-waiting-for-Spring books. Must buy new ones or look for alternative hobbies to keep me occupied until Amber's arrival.

*While browsing my shelf, I found a Haruki Murakami book shelved unread (The Elephant Vanishes). This will employ my attention until mid February.

*Boredom led me to browse files of my seven year old external hard disk. I wasted yesterday and the day before yesterday looking at old photos of me and friends, while listening to mushy oldies song (the likes of: Bread, Earth Wind & Fire, England Dan, and Irene Cara). They are soothing and depressing. In 2004, single and corny, I used to listen to mushy songs overnight on lonely Fridays. Listening to them now with the bleak cold weather outside is mushiness perfection.

done with the classics

2012-01-25T12:18:00.000+09:00

I recently finished reading two classic literatures: Sense and Sensibility (Jane Austen) and Great Expectations (Charles Dickens). Of these two, I found the latter more interesting because of its plot.

Sense and Sensibility tells mainly about the story of two sisters set in period when women's roles in society were limited. 'Sense' describing the older sister's character (Elinor) and 'Sensibility' the middle sister (Marianne). The chapters revolved around fortune, estates, dinner parties, and gossip. This is a classic chick-lit. I say, the mother of all chick-lits!

I can't blame Ms. Austen for dwelling on these topics since such things occupied much of the elite. Her aim was to share how society at the time dictated women's roles, like: It was imperative that a woman of little wealth to marry a gentleman of good character paired with wealth. She didn't condone such act, as herself was born during that era but did not heed to society's expectations, for she never married and did live by pen.

Great Expectations was a good read. I've read an abridged version way back in college so I knew all along the benefactor of Pip (the main character). In spite of my prior knowledge, I read it and was hooked on to the complexities in Pip's life; from his first encounter with Abel Magwitch at the marshes to his reversal of fortune. The ending was unexpected for I was hoping Estella to marry Pip and live happily ever after. But still it was a good ending, not cliché. After all, it was not a fairy tale.

baby stuff and a zoo

2012-01-23T12:21:00.001+09:00

Yesterday, the weather being all sunny save for the negative 6degC temperature, T and I went to check out a newly-opened mall (D-Cube City) in Seoul. But before heading to our destination, we decided to have lunch at a Japanese restaurant near Pyongcheon station for some Udon.

Though we have dined at that restaurant many times, the name still escapes me.

udon and onigiri

I have always been a fan of Japanese food and am just glad I can find a few restaurants serving at affordable prices here. *sigh* I miss Japan.

Well, about D-Cube City, it's not really huge compared to Times Square Seoul. Getting there is not hard since it is accessible via Exit no. 1 of Sindorim station.

If before, whenever an opportunity for shopping presents itself, there is no way I end up buying nothing for myself; Well, times have changed. Instead of buying stuff for me, I bought some baby stuff..and a zoo.

onesies and baby socks from H&M

if you see a hair strand on the floor (in the pic), it only means we haven't done any cleaning this week.

picture Sunday: 26 weeks

2012-01-15T21:10:00.000+09:00

A couple of weeks away to my last trimester.

bucket list review

2012-01-13T16:38:00.000+09:00

In February 2009, I posted a list of things I wish to accomplish in the future. For the purpose of checking whether I did something to make my wishes into reality, I am re-posting them.

1) EU trip. -- Check!

My hubby and I started the plan in July last year and even after my pregnancy came to our knowledge sometime early August, we decided to pursue the trip as planned. The plan finally materialized in September last year. Our trip, which was only good for less than two weeks, covered Netherlands, Belgium and France (everything was DIY, not a package tour). We have selected these countries because of their proximity to one another (Netherlands being our point of entry/exit). Though not exactly the whole Europe, it was not that bad considering the fun we had in spite of the limited time.

Skipping no. 2 -- I forgot what I wrote as numero dos. I do remember that I posted this list as a sidebar before.

3) A huge shelf full of my favorite books. -- Still in progress.

The shelf I bought last year is no way huge yet I'm happy to have filled it with my books.

4) Get rid of my braces. -- Check! I finally got rid of the lower part last year.

5) Write good poetry. -- This will stay in the list. I need to be extremely happy or wretched beyond words to do this.

~~6) New project - U.~~ Not applicable. This is work-related so it should be deleted as a wish.

~~7) Release of my new passport.~~ This, I realized, is not something to wish for. Renewals of passports or IDs should not fall under a wish list. Such errands are mandatory duties of a citizen.

8) Visit T in KR. -- Check! I did more than visit.

~~9) Watch PBA with T (he loves it, I'm tagging along.)~~. Clearly, this is not my wish thus it should be deleted.

10) Visit Angkor Wat. -- Check! It happened in May 2010

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And since there are only a couple of wishes left in my list, might as well add new ones.

1) Learn to play a musical instrument. Either I learn to play a guitar or piano.

2) Visit more places in the Philippines. It's about time to explore more local destinations because 'it's more fun in the Philippines'. I can only count in one hand the places I've been to outside Cebu, i.e. Bohol, Manila, Corregidor Island, Boracay and Palawan. I remember having visited Bantayan Island as a kid but that, of course, doesn't count.

3) Turn that dormant asset into an active one. Purely personal so I will not divulge much.

4) To be back in the workforce in 2013.

book vs. eBook

2012-01-10T15:42:00.000+09:00

As much as I dislike reading eBooks, the future will eventually dictate that eBooks will dominate over books. Or has it at present?

Sense and Sensibility: book (KRW 5,000), eBook (free)

This is one of the technological innovations that I have not completely embraced because I just love 'actual' books. When the time comes that a bill or rule is passed by the government to cease production of books (hardcopies) in the hopes of saving trees, I would be devastated. Bookstores will become a thing of the past or be limited to selling office and school supplies; and a library will no longer occupy much space of a school building as everything is paperless and accessible online.

But I have to admit that eBooks did save me from office boredom numerous times. Unlike books, they are not obvious when read during office hours -- provided their background is white (which is standard for eBooks, i suppose). Do take note that my history with eBooks was done out of survival.

The inevitable will happen. I will be reading eBooks and be grateful for its existence the same way I am grateful to whoever invented the digital camera.

the changes that comes with pregnancy

2012-01-05T15:34:00.000+09:00

Upon knowing my pregnancy, I sought advice from people and the net as to almost anything on what a pregnant woman should do. One thing that I took note of was that every parent I had a conversation with was right about the first trimester. The first trimester, as they say, will be (was) the most fragile period of an expectant mother. That being noted, I have been very careful: from my pace in walking to monitoring my diet.

The first trimester.
-Constant battle with morning sickness and drowsiness all throughout that period.
-Smell of Korean foods and the smell of old people made me want to puke.
-Disliked drinking smoothies which was a surprise because I used to enjoy those.
-I easily got tired. Even sitting was tiresome for me. I only wanted sleep.
-Constipation. The more it was difficult for me because I feared that if I stayed too long in the toilet doing nature's call, the zygote might fall as well.

However, of all the dramatic changes I went through first trimester, I considered myself lucky because my ObGyne only advised me bed rest once (in August) as a result of a minor bleeding that had me freaking out until she (doctor) told me, after the ultrasound, that it was not something to worry about and suggested me to take the rest of the day off.

The second trimester.
Having breezed through the first 3 months successfully, the whole idea of having a baby was slowly getting real. The word 'mother' is slowly engraved on my life records.

At present, at almost 25 weeks.
-I still dislike smoothies, and the smell of Korean food and old people still makes me want to puke.
-My bout of morning sickness is gone.
-Now that my day starts around 10~11am, drowsiness is a thing of the past and I don't easily get tired. In fact, I move a lot. I do minor household chores and do grocery on my own.

I have read somewhere that at this stage, a pregnant woman should do some exercise to strengthen her body. I get the point but my main problem is the weather. It is winter in this part of the world and I am not at all inspired to go out and do some walking exercise alone unless the temperature rises to certain tolerable degrees (say 8degC). I know, I should do some exercise but I need my partner to accompany me. Come weekends -- provided that temperature is not negative.

They say that the last trimester is difficult. Partly scary, I must admit. But having known and seen women survive the whole process up to childbirth then to motherhood, I think I'll do fine.

books to read while waiting for Spring

2012-01-02T21:52:00.002+09:00

In 2011, I only got to read a total of six (6) books: Shanghai Girls (by Lisa See), The Carrie Diaries (by Candace Bushnell), Stieg Larsson's Millennium trilogy, and Never Let Me Go (by Kazuo Ishiguro). Not unexpected since work practically took over my life. My 2009 book project was by far the most successful though I had not been able to meet the target quantity. This only means that in 2009, work was not as hectic as last year's.

Now, it's 2012. I am a bum and I have no excuse for not doing any reading. Prior to leaving work last month, I had set my goals on making myself productive while waiting for the big day (read: Amber's arrival). I had foreseen that my days will be long and boring (which turned out to be true), thus, here is a list of things to kill boredom.

1) Bring out the inner chef in me.
Youtube has been very helpful. I must admit my attempts at cooking are getting better though.

2) Read more.
Inset photo features the books I'll be reading. All fiction.

3) Sketch something.
In progress. I'm currently working on a sketch of a pregnant woman. (I can't think of something other than me.)

4) Blog more.
I have no more excuse not to do this. Last year, I only got to compose ten (10) posts?!
Now that I am three (3) months away to my due date, documentation of my expanding belly is a must. After all, the whole point of my blog is to record memories, thoughts and randomness.

Though watching TV is not in the list, it has been my default boredom killer. I can't help that CSI is addicting.

P.S. 2011 was awesome. Travel and pregnancy were the highlights. Hope 2012 will exceed last year's awesomeness.

Amber

2011-12-17T23:36:00.002+09:00

The wait is over. Tiny-person-inside-me has revealed its gender = girl.

Around my 4th month, I had a feeling that my baby would be a girl after having noticed and as what my colleagues at work have said that I don't have the signs expected from expectant mothers expecting a boy. Though I was neither blooming on my first trimester (up to present) nor haggard, my instincts have said that the probability of my baby's gender is female. It could be that my subconscious secretly wants for a girl but every time colleagues and friends asked me as to my preference, I would normally answer 'either' because all i really want is a healthy baby.

Currently, Amber is 22 weeks old. My belly is expanding that it sometimes hurts. Lately at bed time, of all time in a day, I could feel her kicks and pokes or whatever calisthenics she's doing down there.

I'm a full time 'mother' for two weeks now. I did not renew my contract citing my pregnancy as reason. I know some women in my situation still work until their 8th month or so but I have decided to be stress-free from work and focus my time and effort on my baby.

I will not be a full-time mom forever; I want to go back in the workforce someday. For now, my first priority is Amber.

(inset is a screenshot of a note I composed for 'baby' prior to knowing the gender.)

Remember September

2011-10-22T15:08:00.002+09:00

Yes, I've been busy (with work) and lazy on weekends (because I'm pregnant) that I failed to post my EU trip. Well, not exactly the whole of EU, just three countries in 11 days including flight days.

In spite of the total 14 hours flight from Incheon-Istanbul-Amsterdam, it was worth it because the weather had been cooperative during the entire trip, thus it was just awesome.

I will let the pictures do the talking because I am too lazy to even reminisce.

Amsterdam, Netherlands

Brussels, Belgium

Palace of Versailles, France

Paris, France

5 weeks

2011-08-28T22:52:00.002+09:00

My second visit to the doctor confirmed that there's someone in my belly.

[Rewind] On my first visit, a week ago, the doctor informed me that I was at my early stage of my pregnancy; thus, the ultrasound did not detect anything inside my uterus.

I am not particular with its gender. What I want is for me and baby to be healthy all the way. Thus, I have decided to return breakfast back in my diet (and schedule).

[Rewind 3x] Skipping breakfast has been a practice of mine -- not for weight loss reason. I am fully aware that it is not good for the body, pregnant or not.

So, note to self: For the love of life, I'm going back to eating breakfast because I'm feeding for two now.

red stripes

2011-08-19T21:46:00.010+09:00

It's official. After testing two pregnancy test kits, both results showed two red lines.

I took the first test in the morning of Aug 17, Wednesday. After the 'procedure', I waited while the test stick worked its way to give me the results. The result showed two red lines but the T(Test) window showed a faint red line. I was unsure if that counts as positive so I ignored and said to myself that I'll just re-test the day after tomorrow.

That night, after having told my husband of the result and my doubts that I could really be pregnant, I consulted Google for answers and my instincts were right, the first test result was positive.

As I thought was necessary, I took a second test (used the same brand) in the morning of 19 Aug, Friday. This time, it showed two bold red lines. I stared long at those red lines just to check I was not imagining things.

I smiled to myself. An understatement to what I expected, i.e. jump for joy and post an update in Facebook. I just smiled and my thoughts flew off to motherhood and Folic Acid. Yes, I was thinking of immediately buying Folic Acid as I've heard my then pregnant friends that it's good for the baby and prevents birth defects.

I miss JP

2011-07-11T23:07:00.003+09:00

It's been a year since I left Japan. The food, people, crazy fashion, my apartment in Tsudanuma, tempura, udon, solitary adventures..I could go on blab how I so miss the place.

Photo was taken while standing a few meters from Hachiko statue to my left. To where I was standing then, with that crossing before me, reminds me of the movie 'Lost in Translation'.

It was my last roam around Tokyo.

Here's proof that it was indeed taken on July 08, 2010.

Palawan

2011-06-26T14:38:00.008+09:00

While out-of-office for the mandatory home leave, I (with T) spared five days of our thirteen days exploring Palawan.

We stayed at Casa Fuerte Bed & Breakfast in Puerto Princesa. Breakfast is free, commercial establishments are nearby, accommodation is good (except for the shower's water release. so slow it took me longer time to shower than usual).

Our tour package, courtesy of E-Philippines, took care of the must-sees while there. The package includes:

1) Crocodile farm

2) Underground River -- AMAZING!

3) Baker's Hill which I misheard as 'Baker's Ville', lol.

4) Mitra Ranch. A disappointment for there's nothing 'ranch-ish' about the place for there were no animals at sight. (i was hoping to ride a horse), and the view is pretty ordinary. The Sagbayan Peak in Bohol is waaayy better.

5) Dos Palmas day tour. Did everything from kayak, biking and ate yummy buffet. Overall, the place so isolated suits honeymooners or couples wanting to get rid of the hustle and bustle of city life. However, the place badly needs renovation and repaint because everything looks old. The beach, as always, is awesome.

6) Puerto Princesa City tour. I was hoping there would be a meet & greet with Mayor Hagedorn, lol. Based on the photos plastered all over the city, he resembles former Pres. Estrada.

7) Island hopping plus snorkeling at Snake and Pandan islands. Best snorkeling experience I ever had.

Other than the green scenery which is evident practically everywhere in the city, I love that seafoods are served fresh and cheap.

food trip - Touch of Spice

2011-05-21T13:54:00.008+09:00

Rarely do I have time to blog about Seoul or anything for work has been stressing me out that zits have come to dwell (again) on my face. Do take note that the words 'very busy' is an understatement and I'd rather not speak much about it here.

Though I've been out and about Seoul many times, I don't post about it because (1) my wherabouts are nothing in particular, like running an errand for groceries; (2) i don't bring a camera with me for it proves burdensome to go around with a camera bag in tow. We all know how essential photos are in blogs =P. Unless one talks about boring stuff -- which I frequently write about; (3) Again, work has taken over my life. =P

Myeongdong, one of the busiest shopping districts in Seoul. It reminds me of the narrow alleys of Ueno, Shinjuku and Harajuku. You can find almost anything there from Korean skin care to cheap street foods..to Louis Vuitton knock-offs selling a few meters away from the police station. Them not getting caught is beyond me.

Anyway, last Sunday, after completing our task in Itaewon at 2pm, T and I were undecided where to go next. I suggested going to Namsan Seoul tower again since the weather was warm because the last time we've been there was March 2009. Still hesitant on the idea, we finally decided to hop on a random bus and alighted at Myeongdong.

Seoul Central Post Office

We dropped by Shinsegae for some little shopping and went to Bank of Korea museum to check on North Korea notes. I swear this North and South conflict still intrigues me that whenever a chance presents itself, I just want to spend time looking at it while thinking the extreme contrast of these two countries at present.

I admit not being good at food reviews. I had abandoned my food blog after three entries and thought of reviving it but my busy schedule prevents me from doing so. Thus, I have decided to post food entries (not reviews) here.

Like I said, I'm not good at food reviews. My adjectives for food are poor that most of the time, I either describe it as delicious or not delicious. But for the sake of posterity, photos are enough.

Vietnamese roll

Stir-fried seafood

Nasi Goreng

gloomy weather inspires sleep and flashbacks

2011-04-30T18:51:00.006+09:00

The gloomiest sky I've seen to date. Earlier, at 2pm, outside looked like dusk and we are a day away to May.

So gloomy that it inspired T to take an afternoon nap, while yours truly decided to update this blog.

I officially turned 31 two weeks ago and realized that it's been ten years since leaving university. And since the gloomy eerie scene outside, my mind drifted to revisiting my twenty-something years.

Just for fun, I'm going through the milestones of the past decade and what mattered at that time.

Note: it is boring compared to Kate Middleton's.

20, I graduated uni.
21, bum and got crazy for 2D games. It was unfortunate that my parents have decided to purchase a computer just after I graduated, and what better way to make use of it aside from drafting my boring and spotless CV.
22, passed the boards. yipee! one of the happiest events of my life, and got my first job as a Junior Accountant for a construction firm.
23, moved to another company, a Japanese engineering company and was dispatched to Japan -- my first overseas experience.
24, spent the whole of 2004 in Japan. I gained weight and had awful pimples.
25, got a boyfriend and invested in real property.
26, went back to Japan for a a 2-year assignment. Had my first ever business trip to Busan, KR. I kinda cringed every time I remember that time because I was more excited over seeing Korea rather than meeting the vendors.
27, started this blog.
28, events in order: left Japan, resigned, got married, went to Singapore for a week, went back to Japan to work for another company, and was introduced to Tsudanuma and everything around it.
29, Hermit. I lived a recluse existence. Often wandered around, not because I'm lost.
30, Left Japan and spent the Summer in Ulsan. Went to Seoul for a job interview and got it. Left Korea in Autumn; spent amazing crazy two months in the Philippines; and when Winter came, left Philippines for Korea.

I spent the most of my twenty-something years overseas, and at some point, thought about that have I done otherwise, would my life be better? Or what could possibly be the highlights of each year? I wonder.

In life, there are only two possible choices in decision making process, that is: go or no. Often my answer to career opportunities has always been 'go'. As for other things, it's either.

In all honesty, having gone past 30 now, I dread aging and everything that comes with it: wrinkles, receding hairline *faints*. But it has to happen because that's how the world works.

I now constantly remind myself to (as read somewhere) 'never regret getting older, it's a privilege denied to many'. And better focus on the brighter side of being older like wisdom, among others.

In other news, I finally bought a dwelling place for my books. It occurred to me that they aren't that many.

I confess. I haven't been reading. The Kazuo Ishiguro book (Never Let Me Go) has been gathering dust since having found out that Megabox theatre will not show the movie adaptation. I doubt the rest will.

Not loving Mondays

2011-04-10T14:51:00.000+09:00

Been very very busy since early February. After having endured two boring months of doing nothing in the office, I was officially assigned to project execution which gave me more (stress) than I expected. I love the work except for Mondays. Mondays are such a dread because I need to submit a weekly report that sums up each disciplines' activities. And as often the case, I submit it an hour or so before 6pm. The stress for that day is incomparable that I rarely leave my sit to take a break.

And don't get me started on monthly reports...=S

To compensate for the busy weekdays, my husband and I make sure to stroll around, watch movies or pig-out on weekends.

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My office is located at Gangnam, and the nearest station is Yeoksam station. To get there, I have to commute by subway. And since I leave home around 7:30am (rush hour), I have to wrestle myself to get into a crowded train because there's no way the next train will be less crowded. Bless my physique for it allows me to squeeze into impossibly small spaces between commuters. At first, the whole getting squeezed for 40 mins or so upsets me but having observed other commuters' attitude, I began to treat it with nonchalance. To keep me calm and collected, I let Snow Patrol blast good music to my ears.

My book project is not making any progress (due to my busy schedule). I have not even started reading the last book of the Millennium triology which I should have done a month ago. My sights are now on reading 'Never Let Me Go' by Kazuo Ishiguro before watching its movie adaptation anytime this week.

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And here comes my birthday. It's a Tuesday (whew!) thus i can leave the office early and celebrate with hubby.

temporary resident

2011-02-07T18:51:00.007+09:00

Since December 2010, I've been staying at a hotel. Not that it's a personal choice but Company told us they are still looking for our permanent accommodation; thus, for the time being, we stay at a hotel. As what I've heard from others, the permanent residence will be at Gimpo. And according to Wikipedia,

"It (Gimpo) also looks across the Han River at N.Korea".

They can defer (if not cancel) those plans because I am in no hurry to move.

When our batch (of 7) arrived in Seoul, 2 went to another accommodation while 5 (including me) were booked at Imperial Palace. I didn't take the name seriously then because I was expecting a business type hotel that is Japanese-owned (the word 'Imperial'). Well, to my surprise, when our driver pulled tha van in front of IP, I was beyond awed. IP Seoul looked so grand before me (in my Converse). Everything looks ornate, as expected from most luxurious hotels. The only downside: no free breakfast.

After 5 days, we checked-out at IP and checked-in at Ramada. I was expecting the latter to be less grand and probably located in the outskirts of Seoul. Though not as grand as IP, Ramada looks condo type, service is awesome, main lobby is filled with art exhibits, and of course, it's a walking distance to/from Seoul Station.

What I love about staying in this hotel is that buffet breakfast is free (the food is good); the room is perfect and there's no need to worry about utility cost for it comes free. Laundry is not a problem either since the suite already includes valuable appliances such as washer, microwave oven, electric iron and cable TV. And best of all, someone comes in daily to clean my suite. Now, who would want to leave?

I haven't wrote anything for January. (Actually, draft was saved in January but I deferred for reasons I don't have pictures of Ramada as proof, lol).

Anyway, Lunar Holiday is over. We had 6 days (including weekend) of no work. I spent it mostly on ice.

the year that was 2010 (..more of what happened on the 2nd half)

2010-12-28T14:32:00.006+09:00

Half of 2010 was spent working in Japan.

The other half was spent elsewhere. And this is all about the 2nd half.

After my contract ended in June, I packed my bags and flew to Korea. I decided against going home to Cebu because I feel the need to do something, and be with hubby.

There, it was Summer, I spent the three (3) months getting lost, gaining weight, watching cable TV, and studying Nihongo -- that went nowhere. As promised to myself, I didn't read any fiction to avoid diverting my focus away from Nihongo. Unfortunately, after doing all what was required for the JLPT exams in Seoul, certain circumstance prevented me from taking part.

While in Cebu, I was set to be back as a tourist in Korea before the exams date (ticket ready and all) but my agent called that my working visa has arrived; consequently, required me to fly for Manila for my appearance at KR embassy.

And just my luck, I arrived in Seoul two (2) days after the exams date. I don't know if I should take next year, though T encouraged me to do so.

After my Summer in Ulsan, I went home via Japan. I checked-in at Nikko hotel near Narita airport. I stayed there for a night since I had twelve (12) hours of transit before the next day's 2pm flight for Cebu. Days prior to that, I well planned on hopping a train for Tokyo proper to take pictures and its lively streets, for the last time. It didn't happen in spite of the nice weather because for no apparent reason, I caught myself staring at the ceiling the whole afternoon until I decided to go down at the lobby and bought souvenirs.

I arrived in Cebu in the evening of Oct.03. As a bum, my days were long. I barely had anything to write on my planner of to-dos for each day because there really was none. There were days that I enjoyed it; most days despised it because I was unproductive. I went to malls to kill time and when dusk came, looked forward to watching primetime news on TV. It was not at all boring since after a week, I temporarily assumed the role of 'babysitter' for my three (3) year old nephew, River, because his then-nanny left and no replacement was available.

Eventually, we bonded. He's adorable, talkative, smart, worships Barney; never gets tired of watching 'Ratatouille; and sometimes unbearable (especially in the mornings). He has this vocabulary of words which took me days to familiarize. Like 'dandan' means 'sleep'; 'timtim' means 'jump'; 'weewee' means 'pee', and more. He calls me Mommy-Auntie. It was a role I cannot refuse since I am also his godmother. Funny is that whenever I think of those two (2) months in Cebu, River instantly pops to mind.

After two (2) months in Cebu, other than I lost 2kgs (yehey!), I formally started working again.

I'm 30 and will be a year a older in less than five (5) months .I don't know what lies ahead. One thing I'm sure is that I just want to enjoy life and what it has to offer,

I think at that time I was unprepared to leave work, and so I find ways to go back. During my bum days, I did try to find ways to keep me occupied but nothing came to mind. All i could think was to go back in the field because it is way more fun. It goes without saying that I'm not yet prepared to stay in the sidelines.

Hi Seoul

2010-12-17T15:20:00.001+09:00

I no longer belong to the unemployed! I was aware, way back September, that my being 'bum' was just temporary because that Summer, other than getting to know Ulsan better, I was busy sending my resumes to prospective employers. In the age of FB and Twitter, most people tend to announce good news in their status messages for the world to know. In my case, I did post, the same day I received the good news, disguised as a video (Good Life by OneRepublic) on my FB wall.

I am now in Seoul, working for an engineering company. According to our industry standards, and to the locals here, company is prominent.

Winter is awful . Outside is snowing at -2degC.

Seoul is no stranger to me. It was not love at first sight (considering I was partial to Tokyo before) but in time, I'll learn to love her.

My only concern is up North. Though I have complete faith on this country's military capabilities, I can't keep myslef from thinking of the alarming possibilities. But judging from the locals around me, not a trace of worry is evident. They (locals) are probably so used to North's threats, after all those years, it bothers them no more.

TV alternate

2010-11-06T21:30:00.000+09:00

It dawned on me that my youngest sibling is all grown-up. Other than the improvement on his height, it was when he changed his FB status from 'single' to 'in a relationship' that led me to conclude his maturity.

I commented on that status: "ooii...haha..ok ra na 'dong basta tuon lang pirme." (ooii...haha..That's OK 'dong as long as you study always.)

I admit my reaction was quite exaggerated. I was playing the concerned older sibling, and wanted him to know not to take relationships too seriously.

Just recently, he changed his status to 'it's complicated', then back to 'single'. And we all know what that means. I kept mum about it, pretended not to notice the recent changes of his status. A part of me though felt guilty for I might have scared him...until today.

Earlier today, he skipped lunch and dashed off without saying anything to anyone as to where he's going. He arrived around 3pm, hungry, lol. It so happened that I was at the dining table scanning my notes while he ate his lunch. I asked him where he'd been and he replied he went to school, accompanied a classmate in enrollment. I pressed on why would he accompany some friend (who is probably as old as him) in an enrollment. He didn't answer so I teasingly guessed that the classmate is a girl. Hmmm..

I don't mean to pry on his personal affairs. It's more of being curious, I guess. Generally, a teenager's perspective on love is naive and funny. In this case, a (real) boy's perspective -- I find it interesting. I've read a lot of teen love stories but they focus more on the girl. Besides, I'm sooo bored that I need some source of entertainment other than TV. It is just unfortunate of him as the alternative.

Ulsan files# 2 Last cup of Milk Tea at Beans Bins

2010-09-30T19:27:00.021+09:00

I have to say my weekday afternoons that Summer were never boring. Since my husband works practically the whole day, I am left with roaming Ulsan alone (not much to roam, and easy to explore). For half of July and most of August afternoons, I dedicated them to Nihongo study at coffee shops. And of all the many cafes near University of Ulsan, my favorite is Beans Bins.

uhmm.there's a small night market at its front.

Unfortunately, my fave was not available. Above: Blueberry Chocolate Waffle and Milk Tea

Besides coffee, no.1) They serve waffles. Waffle at coffee shops is quite popular in South Korea. I bet they've tried every imaginable fruit or syrup to put on it. It's the usual Belgian waffle with fruits, syrup, cream or anything on top -- which makes it special. I personally like their Organic Blueberry waffle.

Besides coffee, no.2) Hi-speed Wifi is free. Some coffeeshops offer free Wifi but require passwords to connect to their affiliated networks -- sooo not convenient to me.

The 1st floor. Most prefer the upper floors.

Besides coffee, no.3) This particular branch has three floors with lovely interior. I prefer the 2nd or 3rd floor because noise is less (though sometimes, kids wail and run around). It's amazing for I can get away with just one coffee while studying the whole afternoon. I was expecting to be kicked out anytime due to this behavior but they never did. Seriously, I see no reason for them to do that for I am a very good customer.

With all afternoon spent on studying, I should pass the exams =P.

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I thought my Ulsan files will at least reach five. It seems I've been too busy with things other than blogging. In reality, I no longer spend too much time in front of a computer. My previous job involved a lot of computer use and when boredom strike, it (computer) was one of the best inventions to kill it.

Since becoming a bum, TV replaced computer as my buddy. Other than TV, I was busy with exploring Ulsan and like i mentioned, Nihongo study. In spite of the sweat that comes with the slightest movement inherent in Summer, for me, it was the right time to explore this city. And like i said, Ulsan is easy to roam and honestly, not as exciting as Seoul, I got bored and often switched the TV on.

This is my last post about Ulsan or let's say, what I did in Ulsan. October will be spent in Cebu and I'm sooo looking forward to seeing my family and friends again. ~~As for November, the plan is for me to return.~~

that summer..

2010-09-16T13:23:00.002+09:00

I know it's still all sunny and hot but I feel autumn is slowly pushing summer away.

Ok, the purpose of this post is to list all the things i did in summer of 2010. Here it goes.

1.) Bum(-ing) around. While in Ulsan (currently not there), my day would usually start at 10plus in the morning. Right then, I start my domestic chores. Take lunch at random affordable restos because i don't cook that much. After that, I'd stop by Beans Bins for my afternoon cafe latte, and to study (while taking advantage of their free Wifi, hehe).

2.) I am at my heaviest record now (49kgs), and I.DON'T.LIKE.IT. I (tried) totally shunning out pork (which is impossible since most Korean dish involves pork).

3.) Finally finished my Minna no Nihongo books. I practically spent the most of my afternoons studying. And I just recently applied for JLPT N4 in Seoul last Monday. I'm reviewing Kanji and Listening skills (the latter proves to be quite difficult for I haven't been communicating with Japanese people since July). My only hope that in the coming exams, I am not the only foreigner in the room.

4.) Watching K-pop videos. They have this weekly countdown on TV. As a keen observer, K-pop girl bands often dominate the charts. Not surprising. Other than their songs are catchy, they target both genders. Boys find them pretty and probably, fantasize them; and girls love 'girl power'. Usually, they are composed of four members. It is imperative that at least one member is capable of belting out the high notes, another member can rap (if not all), and all can do some basic cirque du soleil.

Case in point: 'Bad Girl, Good Girl' by Miss A.

They are werqing it. Their butts are sticking out.

5.) I began loving CSI. I've watched CSI before but it is only last July that I feel it. It definitely has to do with being a bum. TV is my friend.

For next week is Chuseok (a harvest festival in Korea), I am quite excited.

Busan

2010-08-27T12:41:00.004+09:00

Last Sunday, Yoo (T's officemate) invited us for a ride from Ulsan to Busan. Comparing to bus, it took us a little less than hour to get there. It was actually a double date to watch a baseball game between Busan Lotte Giants and some-team-from-Seoul. Upon arriving Busan around 2:30pm, too early for 5:00pm game, we suggested Yoo to drop us at some place to 'cool' us down while he go fetch his gf. To our surprise, Shinsegae is located right beside Lotte (where Yoo dropped us). The former takes pride as the biggest department store in the world. We've since wanted to check it out after having seen it on National Geographic's Mega Structures episode.

We watched the games and I, having little knowledge as to baseball rules, enjoyed it in spite of the hot humid weather.

Before the game ended (the Giants won), we left and Yoo drove us to the mountain. No kidding. Yoo took us to the beacon mound of Mt. Hwangnyeong. Amazing place and allows one to view Busan at 360deg panorama.

Gwangan Bridge

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P.S. Busan aspires to host the 2020 Summer Olympics.

Ulsan files #1 Dae Wang Am

2010-08-02T15:10:00.002+09:00

I tried goggle-ing it but found nothing. Nobody bothered to make a Wiki page for such an awesome place?!

Anyway, I managed to get a shot of its bulletin information but I'll just type it here for the benefit of those who have poor eyesight. (I know the small fonts are not helping but i love small fonts..sorry =P)

"King Munmu, the 30th King of the Silla Dynasty....was buried under a great rock in the East Sea in accordance with his will and sublimated into the guardian dragon of the kingdom. People, therefore, call the rock "Dae-wang Am, and it is located in Yangbuk-myun, Kyongju."

So, the place i went to yesterday was not in Kyongju (Kyongju is not in Ulsan, but it's not that far from here). They call this place Dae-Wang Am because..

"Meanwhile, the spirit of the Queen also became a guardian dragon of the kingdom after she died since she could not forget her husband's noble will. Later the dragon flew to Ulsan and submerged herself under this rock right here to protect the East Sea. People began to call this rock 'Dae-wang Am' and it is told that seaweed does not grow around this rock because of the dragon."

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From here on, I'll be sharing Ulsan adventures in numbered file posts. Just one of the amazing things a bum is capable of doing.

where am I?

2010-07-16T17:26:00.004+09:00

Ulsan, South Korea.I've been roaming its streets (except for today due to bad weather) since Monday. Ulsan does not have a subway transpo, so exploring the city by bus is such a challenge. (I got lost twice, and if not for Google maps, I would have braved my way to the nearest police station for help.)

Ulsan has city buses with NASCAR trained drivers. My first ride had me gripping for dear life, and the succeeding ones, lulled me to sleep. In less than three days of bus-hopping, I got used to it. But I dare not sleep, I don't wanna miss my stop.

Few things I love:
We live near University of Ulsan. Across it, are coffeeshops, restos, bars, boutiques and more restos that are relatively cheaper (perhaps, designed for student budget).

Food is cheap. I crave for grilled pork belly rolled into lettuce (I still don't know its name. T said it's not Samgyeopsal).

Summer here ain't humid.

Wifi is everywhere. And super fast.

Local coffee shops are many. Surprisingly, their interior are prettier, and their coffee tastes better than the commercial ones (read: Starbucks).

Something worth noting:
I can't speak and understand Hangul. And I'm not driven to learn, lolz. I have on-going Nihongo self study. Thus, learning another foreign language is far from what I want to do right now. I only know two phrases: "Gamsa Hamneda" (Thank you), and "Annneheong Haseyo" (Good morning, noon, evening).

Bum for two weeks now, and I miss work, lolz.

東京を　わすれないですよ。

2010-07-08T23:16:00.011+09:00

There are just too many wards and/or towns to see (again) yet too little time left. I chose Shibuya in spite of the traveling hours I had to endure for the sole reason of meeting Hachiko -- the statue. Yes, because of the movie.

Leggings + Boots. Some people are willing to faint for fashion.

Its location was not hard to find. An exit was specially named after it in Shibuya Station -- Hachiko guchi (in english, Hachiko exit). I was surprised to see the statue as really simple, not detailed. Its left ear is slightly bent, just like the aged Hachiko in the movie.

Hachiko Statue

Decided not to stay long because of the awful humid weather (the surrounding buildings' exhausts made it more terrible), and went to Harajuku (a station away from Shibuya via Yamanote line).

Meiji Shrine

While roaming, I often stare at familiar places and thought of the first times I went there. In Harajuku, staring at the Meiji Shrine from the distance, I saw myself with friends awed by its simple grandeur in 2004. Like watching reruns of my own adventures. At one point, my mind drifted away from flashbacks to taking notes on the recent changes around the place. Like the new Gap building across the station, while the old Gap is now demolished. And where is DVF?

will miss this: grilled salmon meal set (900Yen)

It saddens me to leave the place that basically molded the last 6 years or so of my life. It was a good experience, and would have wanted to stay longer (or permanently). Met friends, gained weight, and got bad acne; friends left, lost little weight, and bad acne left as well, lolz. Most importantly, the place taught me complete independence to the point of becoming a recluse -- which I'm not ashamed of admitting.

Now the question is: Where will Fate lead me next? I'm prepared to embrace whatever it is.

San ju sai, shigoto ga nai

2010-06-25T22:55:00.002+09:00

Due to lack of projects, my contract was terminated therefore making me a bum effective 1st of July. Gotta admit, I was sad, heartbroken – but not long after the day I was told about it, I began to see the brighter side of things. It was as if I skipped the 3 mid stages of Kübler-Ross' model of grieving.

No more chasing time. Days after next Wednesday would be soooo dragging. I sooo hope not.

Plans are still in progress as to what to do for the coming ‘bum’ days. My agent assured me that they will help me find a job here and simultaneously, I am doing my own search elsewhere =P. Also, they said that I can still stay in my apartment while waiting but I’m not gonna do that. I'd rather wait at my husband’s pad while doing my wifely duties..and maybe, explore new things to keep me occupied.

Last night, before my Nihongo session with sensei began, I regretfully told him that THAT was our last. We were able to go as far as Chapter 29 (out of 50), and I couldn’t be more grateful for his help. I jokingly added, ‘san ju sai, shigoto ga nai’. It hit me after saying those words that they rhyme and perfectly describe me. Not wanting to put our efforts into waste, I assured sensei that I will take the JLPT N4. Passing it would serve as a validation though being able to speak the language fluently is far better. (c'mon, I'm working on it.)

This (the bum role) is something new to me and honestly, it’s kinda exciting.

いろいろな　思考が　有る。

2010-06-10T21:46:00.008+09:00

ともだちの　えご文が　正しいつくって　たのむんですから、Googleでこたえがさがして　いましたから。

ひるじかんに　三人日本人と　いしゅに　ひるごはんたべて　います。　全部　女の大です。　私たちの　かいわがいろいろな　トーピコです。　ときどき、日本語で　話して、私は　ちょっと　わかりません　（かわいすねー）。　でも　友だちは　えごの　やくして　もらいます。　日本語から　えごに　やくが　ふべんとおもいました。　友だちの　しんせつ人ですね。

夏きせつが　はじますよ。　毎日きおんが　だんだん　上げてありまから、あつくなりました。

髪の毛の　ながく　なりますから、びょういんで　きるのが　いります　とおもいます。

子とも時の、お父さんと　NBAしあいを　テレベで　みたです。　Chicago Bullsの　ファンです。　今、私は　見ませんから、きかいがないんです。

フィリピンに　ノイノイ　アキーノ(Noynoy Aquino) が　あたらしい　大とうりょうに　なります。　しきは　たぶん　６月３０日です。　がんばって　フィリピン！

Five Years

2010-05-21T21:46:00.003+09:00

Exactly two years ago, I exchanged vows with my husband. But it was five years ago that our story began. Our marriage is neither typical nor ideal. It is a groovy-kind of love. lolz.

To be honest, I was not expecting (at first) that our marriage would turn out this way -- the LDR type. I thought our LDR set-up was only for a year but look, we are still on it.

With our set-up, we make sure to see as often as our schedules permit. I'm just glad that we have zero time difference between us; making communication convenient, and it will take us no more than 3 hours by plane to be together.

Of course, I don't want to be like this forever. Even though I'm used to being alone, still I long for someone to talk and exchange jokes with -- and nobody is more suitable for this position but him. =)

We did consider of me giving up and just be together but something, relating to his work, required us to defer such plan. In due time, it will come.

And yes, we want to have a baby soon! Just imagine what it is like when we see each other. lolz. Ok, please don't.

Slept in KL, woke up in Siem Reap.

2010-05-14T23:13:00.004+09:00

So, I finally saw Angkor Wat. Taking into account my port of embarkation, the trip was long and tiring but overall, worthy.

May 03. Took an afternoon CebuPac flight from Cebu to Manila. Upon arriving Manila’s NAIA Terminal 3, transferred to another CebuPac plane bound for Kuala Lumpur.

May 04. Arrived around 1am at Kuala Lumpur. Looked for some place to sleep and shower. We had no prior reservations elsewhere because we anticipated nearby hotels to be many. Right after buying some Ringgit at the airport's currency exchange center, we asked the employee for hotels near LCCT (Low Cost Carrier Terminal), and she recommended Tune hotel -- cheap and is just 10 mins walking distance from LCCT.

To our dismay, it was full. The receptionist directed us to a small travel agency office -- in the same building -- that can help us find an alternative. The travel agent appeared jolly enough for such an unholy hour to entertain us. He shared his fondness over FPJ, and took pride of himself as half-Filipino while offering us two hotels. We chose the less expensive one, and had Malaysian breakfast buffet after 4 hours of sleep.

Still May 04. Arrived at Siem Reap mid afternoon, and we were greeted by our official tuk tuk driver, Sona [pronounced as ‘Snaaa’]. There was little time left to do so after checking in at The Villa Siem Reap, and exchanging pleasantries with Sokah (our tour guide), we began our itinerary. He accompanied us at the Old Market for souvenirs [quite early to buy one but we did anyway]; prearranged a tour for us around Angkor Artisan's school/workshop -- where they made those intricate Buddha and bas-reliefs; then climbed our way to Phnom Bakheng in the hope of getting a good view of the sunset. Due to the cloudy skies, we didn’t get to see the sunset but the dilapidated temple looks amazing.

Phnom Bakheng

souvenir shops in Siem Reap

That evening, we went to see Apsara show at some restaurant with buffet dinner. The food was delicious. I must say, it didn’t fall short of my expectations.

May 05. It was the official whole day of temple exploration. Our call time was 5:15am and headed to Angkor Wat to witness the sunrise. Again, it was cloudy that a few gold flecks managed to surface. I was hoping a no rain for the whole day so as not to ruin the tour. And yes, I got what I hoped for but in exchange for no rain, I got an almost cloudless weather with high humid temperature. The sun was so harsh that it burned back, and my face turned red and scaly.

Angkor Wat

Ta Prohm

Angkor Thom

May 06. Before we left, Sona (our tuktuk driver) toured us around the New Market, and to Siem Reap’s small killing field-slash-prison during Polpot’s reign. The said prison is now a monastery.

Still May 06. Arrived at KLIA around 4:30pm. Had 10hrs of transit to waste; so, we left our bags at the airport and headed to KL via KL Ekspres. It took us less than 40mins (in total) to reach KLCC [where the iconic Petronas is located]. There, we dined and took photos.

May 07. Left KLIA past midnight and safely arrived in Manila around 6am. We had breakfast at a coffee shop inside NAIA Terminal 3 while waiting for our flight for Cebu. Finally landed Cebu soil, tired and sleepy, at 9am.

I am amazed how rich Cambodia is –- in terms of culture that records way back 900s; and at the same time, sad of its ghastly history during Polpot’s reign. Currently, the country –- judging from what I saw -- is still striving. Their government can’t solely maintain the temple remains that foreign assistance is needed. I could see that most temple maintenance and restorations are teamed with foreign organizations –- which is a good thing.

All in One Saturday

2010-04-27T21:35:00.009+09:00

That Saturday was awfully tiring yet fun. With officemates, Maki and Harumi, we went exploring Sakura City in Chiba prefecture.

Whenever I take the Keisei Limited Express train to and from Narita airport, the train normally passes by a scenic landscape with a huge windmill at the center before Sakura station proper. At first, I thought Sakura was not a city but just a plain countryside.

[De Liefde Windmill]

Out of my curiosity of the place, a month or so before, I asked my officemates whether they’ve been to that place to which they said never. [They’re both from Chiba so it came out as a surprise to me]. I told them that tulips probably grow there around Spring because I happened to see a friend’s photo of the tulips and that epic windmill, as background. I didn’t know that friend’s picture was taken there but I had a huge hunch that THAT was the place -– of course after some googling. [C’mon, windmills are not common here]. And I would later realize that I was indeed right.

After that, we went to Japanese Historical Museum. I’ve been to numerous museums (mostly, art) but THAT was the best museum I’ve ever visited here. It’s a total of 6 floors (3 floors underground) detailing Japanese civilization. It was quite interesting but it would have been better that they provide detailed English subs for foreigners -- like me.

Anyway, my eyes were just amazed by the exhibit. Me thinks THAT museum was underrated. I mean, it should be in brochures for tourists as highly recommended place to go but, I guess, its location is too far from Tokyo proper. We didn’t even get to cover the whole area due to its vastness and lack of time. [From the outside, it appears to be a three-storey building and with its location -- so secluded that one would think it as a research facility.]

Our day didn’t end there for while waiting for a non-existent bus [the last trip was 5pm, the same time the museum closes -- what?!] we got stranded at the waiting shed because it was raining ice-pellets [another first in my life].

Not for long did the ice-pellets turn to light rain, we decided to proceed to the next bus stop. Before we reached the nearest-yet-not-so-near bus stop, we were lucky to have hailed a bus. The driver was kind enough to get us in -– though a clear traffic rule violation – out of pity to our semi-drenched look. We call it a day after some Okonomiyaki and Monjayaki in Chiba city.

Shallow 30 while celebrating 30

2010-04-15T19:59:00.004+09:00

1.) Thusday. Lunch under Cherry Blossom trees at a park near the office.
2.) Wore black chucks to work last Friday. That was a first and maybe, the last. It was imperative that I wore them for convenience (see #4). Besides, it was still cold for flats.
3.) Packed light.
4.) Night flight to Incheon.
5.) Wore the same black coat for four consecutive days (see #3).
6.) Cheesecake.
7.) Strawberry chiffon cake.
8.) Chocolate cake.
9.) Getting high on a lift!
10.) Toured Seodaemun prison.
11.) DJ played “I’ll Be” (by Edwin McCaine), as requested by T, while drinking and eating with him, his immediate boss and officemate. Cheesy.
12.) Went to Seoul only to find out not to have brought any money while in Pyeoncheon Stn. Luckily, I was to meet T for lunch before doing rounds (read: sightseeing).
13.) Kurt Vonnegut’s “Slaughterhouse Five”.
14.) Angel-in-Us coffee is L♥VE.
15.) WG earrings.
16.) Realized that my 7-yr.old jeans still fit me nicely.
17.) Looking over Yeouido from 63 Building.
18.) Watched reruns.
19.) 40 Kanjis and uhmm..more to go.
20.) DIY Samgyeopsal.
21.) Strawberry smoothies.
22.) Finally, knows Dalki. I’ve been using her face as an avatar.
23.) Drank a bland-tasting beer. It’s been a loonnng time since I had a sip. With that latest one, it left me no encouragement of wanting to drink in the future. =P
24.) OT Mexico 66.
25.) Incessant conversations with T. I digress a lot, too.
26.) After a month of hopping and all, I finally reached World-2 of Mario Bros game, lolz.
27.) A great view of the clouds on my way to Tokyo.
28.) Reminiscing old days with T.
29.) Spent quality time with someone special.
30.) To love and be loved. As always.

Horatio Caine would say, “Well, it seems.. [wears sunglasses] menopause came too early”. YEEAAAAHH?!

2010-04-06T20:46:00.002+09:00

I find it a waste that I had to take a day-off yesterday for reasons other than vacation or nursing my sick self. The reason: swollen red cheeks. I checked the net and it’s called “Red Face Syndrome” or “Angry Face Syndrome”. I may be wrong but those are the closest. Its corresponding medical term(s) sound icky so I’m settling for the common layman terms.

So, I took a leave for fear of stares I'll probably get from people in the bus and in the office. I mean, I don’t mind getting their attention but not THAT way. A paper bag or ski mask would solve the situation but that would surely send more suspicious stares. It was really THAT serious. If it was just minor puffiness or redness, I won’t mind reporting for work and be asked questions whether I had a cry-fest or drinking-spree that night.

After informing (via email) an officemate of my leave, I slept, and woke up just before lunch. It was like weekend. And since I cannot just go out and show up at the nearest convenience store with my look, I just had to make-do with what’s in the fridge. Let me tell that it was no binge-fest but the beverages were enough to keep me hydrated.

Even though it was a paid leave, I feel bad for wasting it knowing that I only have a few paid leaves while the rest are unpaid. Like I said, I enjoy taking paid-leaves for the right reasons. In the effort of averting my attention, I seized the day searching for good classic movies and end up watching “Stand by Me”.

I swear I did not put any new (products) on my face nor I'm menopausal. I’m aware that my face turns red when I drank some alcohol, LOL-ed, or embarrassed but this looks different. More like selective reddening, just on upper parts of both cheeks. That’s why I find it weird. Must be allergy but I recall not having eaten anything new. Or the changing temperature. Hormonal imbalance, perhaps?

My cheeks are still red but not as worse as yesterday. Should symptoms persist tomorrow, it leaves me no choice but to wait on some cold bench with aged people.

Oprah started it all

2010-03-23T20:20:00.002+09:00

Two weeks or so from now, I’ll be turning 30. While counting the remaining days now, I am reminded of the list I made right after graduation –-- that list consisted of all the things I hope to achieve before reaching 30.

[Blame it on Oprah. She influenced me to do that list to begin with.]

I don’t have the actual list with me now but I still remember a few of them. I won’t be posting them here though -- but I did manage to achieve some. Having said that, I have no regrets, and so far, I have exceeded my expectations. I’m not boosting my ego here. Have I proceeded as planned, I might still be happy for having met it but everything would sound scripted and boring. The point is, there's no more mystery. It's not to discourage planning and let life work itself completely, it's more of planning and being open to changes that calls for it. I know, easier said than done.

At present, well, I still keep long-term goals in mind rather put them into writing just to lessen the pressure, lolz. I've said (to myself) to just let life unravel itself but I just can't stop from making a list. It's part of my personality, I guess. The die-hard planner.

But currently, I'm more into my short-term goals. These are based on what's immediate, probable and required. In other words, my short-term goals come as priority (ex. Learn to cook pinakbet or play a musical instrument; Have a baby; Travel more..).

おかしかたヴァェンチネシひです

2010-02-16T00:51:00.006+09:00

（２）二年前に、結婚しました。しゅじんのフィリピンーじんで、しんせつなひとです。しゅじんの韓国にはたらきて、すんでいます。たいへんですね。でも、ときどきわたしは　韓国へいく。しゅじんもときどき日本へくる。

きのうのヴァェンチネシひは　しゅじんと　おーだいばとろっぽんぎへいきました。ろっぽいんぎゆりたくさんひとです。しゅじんともりータワにのぼり手、もりびじゅつかんをみって、Ｘｅｎフシオンのレスタランにばんごはんをたべました。フシオンのたべものがとてもおいしかたです。でもちょっとたかいですね。しかし、きのうおもしろかた日です。

しゅじんにオバマの本とショコレトをもらいました。
しゅじんに（3）三つしたぎをあげました。ＬＯＬ

Looking Forward

2010-02-01T23:03:00.001+09:00

1.) Next Tuesday. T’s coming over to JP. Yay! SoKor celebrates CNY holidays; thus, allowing him enough days to spend with me. This would be our first EVER Valentines together. Kinda exciting because it happens to fall on a Sunday -- which would mean a whole day of smooching, lol.

2.) To finish Minna no Nihongo book 1. I told Satou-sensei that after this book, I would like to start practicing my Nihongo conversational skills –- to which he agreed. That skill is still a huge problem for me because I tend to think in English and translate them in Nihongo before words come out from my mouth. Quite time-consuming and oftentimes, the whole process wears me out. But then again, who says learning a foreign language is easy(?) –- and Nihongo at that.

3.) March. I am not really sure what’s in store beyond that other than turning a year older. In terms of career, I’m just letting myself be swayed by the wind unless something prompts me to give it up (uhm, pregnancy). It’s 2010 and my child-bearing years are slowly dwindling so I’m considering that as not unlikely to happen.

picture Sunday: Twinkle, Little Stars

2010-01-31T22:01:00.006+09:00

ちばえきのちかくに　デパート。

はじめて　しゃしんをとった　ほしぼけです。

the closer I reach 30, the more I reminisce of the past.

2010-01-24T15:34:00.015+09:00

I confess that I love BSB. I'm (actually) listening to their songs right now -- taking me back to freshman years in Uni. And while listening intently to their songs, I can't help wince on the corny lyrics..but then again, I'm past beyond teen years that their songs (unsurprisingly) no longer give the same effect as it used to have on me. In short, I'm too old for these.

Let it be known that boybands were sooo IN during the 90s. I don't know what happened now. I think people, eventually, got sick of the whole trend. Some came (no pun intented), gyrated while singing and vanished (for good). Unless, we count Jonas Bros as one.

Can't wait to see them next month! Yay!

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UPDATED: Attached video was taken during their concert last Feb 18, 2010 @ Nippon Budokan (Tokyo).

the year that was 2009

2009-12-31T09:58:00.005+09:00

(1) Got to spend more time with T (compared last year). Being in LDR is never easy and so far, we've handled everything well. This, of course, is according to me but I dunno with him, lol. I did promise myself not to let 2009 pass without being together with him -- for good. But for some reason, we've decided to stick to our respective 'barracks' for a while and let's see what happens on the first quarter.

(2) Work was not very hectic that led me to re-studying Nihonggo. I googled and the rest happened beyond my expectations (I mean, in terms of my teacher and schedule). As to my own assessment, I think I'm doing fine.

(3) The book project. In my previous post, I stand corrected. I claimed being able to read a total of 33 books but judging the present situation, I'm still stuck at number 32. Credits to that Murakami book (The Wind-up Bird Chronicle). It is soo dragging. So detailed that describing the entire look of an austere office filled one whole page, which can be described in just one or two sentences. I don't mind details. I even adore authors doing them. But for a plain office, anyone does have an idea what it looks like. While one chapter leads to another, I always hoped for Kumiko to show up, and end Mr. Wind-up Bird's reflections on reality.

My fault. The hope of reaching the target probably clouded my concentration on the book; Thus, making it impossible for me to enjoy it. I just have to bear the details until the last pages. Besides, it's just one office and who knows, the book might leave a lasting impression on me.

(4) Last take on twenty-something. I'm turning 30 next year. *sigh*

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There, the year that was. Not much of a drama, not much of fun(?). There's nothing remarkably special. Not that I'm complaining.

I'm thankful for having lived 2009. I'm in good health and hope it continues 'til the universe knows when; friends and family are fine; and the world's economy is still striving but there's not much I can do about that.

For 2010, all I can say is 'Bring it on!'

winter 09

2009-12-27T23:15:00.007+09:00

Snow was falling earlier today in this part of South Korea. I admit, as much as I abhor the awful cold, I was looking forward to the snowfall.

In Japan (except Hokkaido and the upper parts of the country), it rarely happens -- that explains much of my longing. Snow does fall but they melt before hitting the ground.

Can't make it 40

2009-12-22T21:00:00.009+09:00

Early this year, I launched a (personal) project: to read 50 40 books. The said project was my first ever, and the idea came late 2008 while spending my holidays here in JP because of passport issues (feel free to click ‘rant’ tag for details). Bored, bored and too cold outside to have fun, to books I wasted time hitherto.

(1.) Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
(2.) Twilight by Stephenie Meyer
(3.) New Moon by Stephenie Meyer
(4.) The Catcher in the Rye by J.D. Salinger
(5.) The Great Gatsby by F.Scott Fitzgerald
(6.) Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer
(7.) Wicked by Gregory Maguire
(8.) Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer
(9.) The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas
(10.) The Namesake by Jhumpa Lahiri
(11.) Under the Tuscan Sun by Frances Mayes
(12.) Catch-22 by Joseph Heller
(13.) Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
(14.) A Long Way Gone by Ishmael Beah
(15.) How Starbucks Saved My Life by Michael Gates Gill
(16.) To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee
(17.) From Russia with Love by Ian Fleming
(18.) When You Are Engulfed in Flames by David Sedaris
(19.) My Sister's Keeper by Jodi Picoult
(20.) Fight Club by Chuck Palahniuk
(21.) Les Miserables by Victor Hugo
(22.) Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella
(23.) The Boy in Striped Pyjamas by John Boyne
(24.) Geisha in Rivalry by Kafu Nagai
(25.) When We Were Orphans by Kazuo Ishiguro
(26.) Lord of the Flies by William Golding
(27.) The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini
(28.) Cat's Cradle by Kurt Vonnegut
(29.) Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
(30.) The China Lover by Ian Buruma
(31.) The Remains of the Day by Kazuo Ishiguro

current read: The Wind-Up Bird Chronicle by Haruki Murakami

(listed and numbered for record)

As you can see, I seem to fail the project in terms of its target quantity. I think, I can read a total of 33 this year. Should my Nihonggo lessons never intercepted, I could (possibly) reach the target.

This reminds me of the whole planning thing in life. We draft plans and the outcome -- considering its details -- don’t end up as it should be. But taken into its entirety, the whole process of realizing it is worthy than nothing (like planning and not doing anything for its fruition -- that’s a different story). One thing’s for sure, I don’t take long-term plans too seriously now. I mean, they only frustrate me. To future, I worry not much because as far as human’s capabilities, we can only do so much for the present -- which eventually sums up the future.

In relation to ‘plans’, I remember HIMYM’s season 4 finale: “The Leap”. Ted, an architect, began practicing his profession independently after resigning from a firm. Not for long it lasted for he never had a successful project, thus, began pondering on his failures. A teaching job offer came but he was hesitant to accept it because the whole plan is for him to be an architect. Lily told Ted to listen to what the world is saying.

renshuu shimasu

2009-12-10T22:21:00.001+09:00

わたしのげつようびからきんようびまでのよていです。

わたしは7じはんにおきますから、まいばんねるのがおそいです。

すして、8じ15ふんにバスーのりばへあるいていきます。うちからバスーのりばまで15ふんぐらいかかりますね。バスでかいしゃへいきます。20分ぐらいかかりますね。ぜんぼ35ふんぐらいですね。

9時から6時まではたらきますね。ひる休は1時間だけ。私はいつもかいしゃのしょくどでたべています。しょくどのたべものがいろりろありますね。ときどきおいしいです。すして、やすいです。

6じにしごとをおわりますね。だいたいデパートへいきます。うちのちかくにデパートがおおいです。だからべんりですね。かいものしませんから、わたしはびんぼですね。ＬＯＬ．

ばんごはんときどきスーパでオーべんとかいますから。わたしのりょうりがへたですね。

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Above is what one would hear when I’m asked about Monday-Friday routine. =P

Regarding my Nihonggo, I STILL need a lot of improvement, especially with my speaking skills. As a listener, my hearing skills vary considerably. Meaning, it depends on the manner and speed the speaker is using. Some tend to speak rapidly that I could not quite make out any word that sounds familiar.

In time, I’ll catch up. *crosses fingers*

Since my Japanese lunchmates knew about my willingness to learn their language. They would modulate their manner of speaking, therefore, allowing me to understand each word. They are very encouraging and patient towards my queries about vocabulary and grammar, which were never left unanswered. Bless them.

In my dire need to practice, I would often eavesdrop at random strangers talking beside me in the bus. Even in the office, I sometimes try to comprehend the conversation of my two seatmates (I know it’s rude but can you blame me?? It’s impossible not to hear them, anyway). So far, their conversations are work-related.

picture Sunday: Fall

2009-12-07T00:03:00.004+09:00

Autumn is undeniably my favorite season. I just like how colorful the trees look prior to its 'hibernation' mode.

..And I'm back with my Flickr project 365. I did try last year but failed -- having missed a few days which, of course, ruined the main objective. Unlike others' 365 project, I don't take photos everyday. I do upload photos daily provided that such photo was taken from Nov 1, 2009 to present. Project ends Nov. 3, 2010.

Someone is making history

2009-12-01T13:18:00.005+09:00

I am appalled with the recent events that shook my country. Nature's wrath last September left a lot of people homeless and distressed; the recent Maguindanao massacre that contributed much to Philippines ranking (next to Iraq) as a dangerous country for journalists; and of course, Madame President's announcement of her intention for a seat in Congress.

To be fair though, in between those, good news managed to surface: (Pacman and Efren Penaflorida's victories.) Their victories, especially Efren's, were a breath of fresh air from all the politics that are constantly reigning the headlines.

To turn a blind eye on the issues is tolerating the sad state of our government. One need not participate in rallies or an expert on politics just to air out an opinion. Awareness does help. I hope that people will learn the lessons of the past by not putting those corrupt people (or any of its cohorts) to office. This doesn't even sound as something new for an advice. We should know this just the same way we know our favorite color.

I sometimes think that the palace is cursed, that whoever resides awakens the inner evil in them. I know this is close to stupid superstitious belief. It's just that I can't help noting the trend. Or they could be evil incarnates all along, putting on a mask to deceive the public.

talking with strangers

2009-11-16T13:13:00.008+09:00

Yesterday afternoon, while I was sitting and enjoying my strawberry milk (with sago) behind the ice-cream-truck-looking booth of Mother's Crepe at Morisia, I met two strangers. Actually, they're a total of four but I'm sorting them into two.

Strangers no.1 (Old man with an older lady -- his mom).

These two sat on my left. I was reading that Gilbert book when this 'older lady' distracted me and successfully took my focus away from my reading -- thus, I turned to face her. She was talking incomprehensibly while eating that crumbs of food (or cake) fell on her lap. I did try to decipher and understand a few words but I just lost it. Not to be rude, since she was talking profusely as well (making it impossible for me to say something), I just nodded and pretended to understand her.

Her son, having sensed mom was talking with someone, looked my way and made hand gestures to the right side of his head -- the way you describe someone who is crazy -- suggesting that his mom is not in good condition. He said something in rapid Nihonggo, so I replied '...Nihonggo sukoshi desu' (rough translation: I speak/understand few Nihonggo). He asked, in broken English, as to where I'm from. I said, Philippines.

Our conversation lasted about half an hour with his mom talking to herself between us. He asked me where I learned English and told him that it's almost considered the second language for Filipinos because we were taught with books in English since kindergarten.

To cut the story short: He assumed I worked in a bar or nightclub. As far as I can remember, he's not the first Japanese to stereotype Filipinas as such. I've met strangers before (not in bars) asking what I'm doing in JP. His assumption was probably brought out of ignorance, and he did acknowledge -- judging my outfit -- that I look smart: a huge pimple protruding just between my brows + Converse shoes + a book on hand = NERDY. Our conversation went through about my work, his mom (him, having to take care of her on weekends while on weekdays he brings her to a facility for old people), his family, and my on-going Nihonggo lessons. All ended when his mom started mumbling words of wanting to go home. They left and few seconds after, I met strangers no.2.

Strangers no.2 (A young mother and a baby)

They were at my right. They were sitting at my right all along -- close enough to hear my conversation with 'strangers no.1'. Young mom was feeding ice cream to her daughter when she commented on my English that it was good. I thanked her and said that hers was good, too. I added, 'it sounds American'. I asked if she studied there to which she confirmed as having stayed there five (5) years. I was expecting nothing to follow after that but she narrated her story of not having much friends because she stays home taking care of her babies (she also has a 2 month old infant). Our conversation was cut short because her daughter finished the ice cream so quickly that it was time for them to go. Before we said goodbyes, we exchanged formal introductions.

...Then they came back. She asked for my number saying that she'd love to talk to me someday to which I gladly gave. I added that I could have someone to practice my Nihonggo with. So, we exchanged numbers and emails...and hope our story doesn't end there.

Thursdays with sensei

2009-11-09T14:49:00.003+09:00

Last Thursday (Nov. 05), my Nihonggo Night Class officially started. NIA (Narashino International Assoc.) found me a volunteer teacher after two weeks of waiting. And thanks to (ever-reliable) Google for leading me to their site.

I came across NIA late September when boredom nudged me to get out and do something with my life. Something productive. Something that would oil my now-rusty brain. As the foreseeable future of work won't be (currently, is not) as hectic as I expected, leaves me a lot of free time after.

It occured to me that I can't think of anything more productive -- and interesting -- than honing my Nihonggo.

So, one September night, I searched online for nihonggo lessons nearby. (Nearby is defined as within Tsudanuma area or not farther Chiba). The search results were many and when I browsed on NIA, found the perfect schedule that would not compromise office hours. Found the contact person's details and the next morning, sent an email of introduction and explained my intention to take up the Thursday night class. Before that day ended, I received a reply from them asking me to come to their office for registration and fill some form.

(Their office is just a station away from my nearest station. Score!)

The form, as what I've observed, is an assessment on my level of Nihonggo comprehension. This will probably serve as their guide as to what approach to use. After completing my registration, they told me that it will take two weeks for them to look for a volunteer teacher. Thus, I patiently waited and hoped for a good female teacher.

Just as what they promised, two weeks after, I received an email from them to meet my sensei. I was looking forward to meeting her, then found out sensei is a he. (Note: They don't address people with Mr. or Ms., making it impossible to know the gender at that instant. They address adults with {insert: family name} + san). Except for my case. People at work call me by my first name + san; thus, i always insist it to be used since.

Sensei is a kind-looking male of about fifty y/o. We exchanged little introductions. He then showed me the classroom and told that only Nihonggo will be used while inside. (Later, I found out that the huge classroom is shared by a lot of volunteers with their foreign students.)

About my first session, I was ambivalent but more of excited. Excited because even days prior, aside from the new book, I also bought supplies like eraser, post-its, etc. I even left the office 15 minutes before 18:00, only to arrive around 18:05 which was 25 minutes ahead my session schedule. I was like a kid coming to school for the first time.

While in the course of our session, he sometimes wrote in Kanji (so might as well try to take mental note on them), and spoke quite rapidly in Nihonggo. Often, I would just nod when I hear a familiar word but sometimes, I frankly asked him what he means by what he just said. He, in turn -- perhaps realized it was our first session -- explained it in English. Next time, I will not ask. It won't help me.

3 words for me: SUCK.IT.UP

にほんごをべんきよします！

2009-10-16T16:28:00.006+09:00

わたしはアモールです。

いま、かたかなとひらがなをべんきょします。あした、どよびです。たぶん、けいせいつだぬまえきへいきましょう！

I am currently re-learning Nihonggo. I used to attend lessons twice a week back in 2007 (and even blogged about my lessons. Those posts were already deleted). If only I were a bit less lazy and indignant, I would have been good at it by now.

Anyway, enough of the regrets, I am pursuing it as one of my pastimes. It will not at all compromise my other interests.

Why now, Amor?

I read a blog of a Canadian working as an ESL instructor here. She was so motivated to learn Nihonggo and eventually, end up being so good at it. I was floored by her cunningness. She learned the language at such a small span of time -- and to think I've worked here longer than her. One of the contributing factors that really helped her was the fact that her room mates are locals (Japanese nationals), and she admittedly prefers them over foreigners. Good strategy though.

Not that I'm going to follow her strategy because I love having my apartment by myself. =P

Seriously now, main reason why I want re-learn Nihonggo is because it would make this whole sojourn more worthwhile. I mean, having lived and worked here since 2004, I don't want to part ways with just memories of people and places I went -- frozen in mind and photos. Knowing the language would be the most awesome I could get from this country.

I am not rushing myself to learn everything in a certain period. I'm quite confident with my writing. Now, I want to enrich my vocabulary. My stock of words is not that many. So, there. がみばります！

I'll sleep when I'm dead

2009-10-10T00:01:00.003+09:00

It's another holiday this coming Monday. According to my Japanese officemate, it's a national holiday -- Health & Sports Day. (Wow. We don't have that in my country).

Let me check: Saturday is already full of to-dos; Sunday, T will leave for Korea; and Monday, zilch. It's highly likely that Monday will be another book-reading day for me -- which, I think, would serve my books good for they are slowly gathering dust at the corner of my room. If only they could talk, they would've screamed at me to get my attention. Or if only they could walk, they would have walked out and went back to Maruzen. And before they do that, they will count to ten (to give me enough time to reconsider the consequences for not begging them to stay)... [snipped for reality]

Speaking of the read ones, I have assigned T to keep my books for the time being (not in a Librarian capacity but more like a Custodian). This would mean he's not allowed to lend them to others, sit on them as alternative to chairs nor throw them at whim. I am hoping that he'll buy a shelf and share the space with his growing collection of toys.

the new ones

About my book-shopping hiatus, I was unable to keep my condition (of "until my inventory of must-reads drops to two") prior to buying new ones. Last month, I had had four unread and found myself scanning the shelves in ABC Roppongi. Apparently, the temptation was hard to resist and the next thing I knew, the cash register took my money.

I aim to read a total of 40 books before 2009 ends. It should've been 50 but the possibility of achieving the target is remote (considering the number of days left before this year ends).

As for Monday, I will rule out sleeping (the most of the day) as an option. Sleeping counts as 'doing nothing' in my thesaurus, and I don't like doing nothing unless there's a valid excuse.

the shinkansen experience

2009-10-07T23:59:00.002+09:00

Been to below mentioned places on different occasions but what made it more different was the ride.

Day 1 – Hakone

(via Shinkansen. From Tokyo Sta. to Odawara Sta. – approx. 20 mins)

By the time we reached Odawara sta., we had about 3 hours to waste before the bus for Hakone-en arrives, we proceeded to Odawara Castle (which is about 10 mins. by foot from the station) for the sole reason of wanting to wear Samurai warrior costumes. It was drizzling but T was lucky enough to walk around in his Samurai persona in spite of the bad weather. When my turn came, I had to pose under a shed because grandpa shopkeeper didn’t allow for fear of the costume getting soaked.

We left Odawara hoping for a better weather at Hakone-en but sadly, rain kept pouring and the fog was soo thick that I could not make out the scenery. However, the hotel was cozy enough that somehow lessened my disappointment over the trip. We stayed mostly indoors watching films of Marilyn Monroe (or more of me watching it), watched the serene Lake Ashinoko from our window, ate yummy buffet, and enjoyed an onsen bath that night.

So, we didn’t get to do a lot up there. We were like newlyweds on a honeymoon contrary to our main purpose of nature-tripping adventure.

Day 2 – Kyoto

(via Shinkansen. From Odawara Sta. to Kyoto Sta. – approx. 3 hrs.)

Thank heavens the weather was fair. Clear skies and just the right amount of warmth greeted us. There are a lot of beautiful spots to see in Kyoto and it is just impossible to visit them in a day. With our tight schedule and for convenience, we purchased a two-day bus/subway pass in the hope of visiting at least the famous temples and shrines. Lucky us, we were able to visit a total of four --- and Gion district.

Kyoto once held the nation's capital status. The city is very famous for its shrines and temples that are still well-preserved and maintained for ages now. In terms of architecture, Japanese traditional houses are still prevalent even with the emergence of modernity.

Higashi Hongan-ji

Gion

Kiyomizu-dera

Kinkaku-ji (Golden Pavilion)

Fushimi Inari Shrine

Day 3 – Tokyo

(via Shinkansen. From Kyoto Sta. to Tokyo Sta. – approx. 3 hrs.)

Got home tired with SD card full of photos.

52 months

2009-09-25T23:30:00.001+09:00

Last Monday, T and I decided to check-in at Imperial Palace (newly-opened hotel resort & spa) in Mactan, Cebu. We were torn between Plantation Bay or IP but we chose the latter since it's new. My review will not be lengthy because few words are enough to describe the whole experience. Scratch that. One word is enough: AWESOME! To be more precise:

great buffet food + fabulous room + excellent service (i don't mind exchanging greetings at every encounter with their uber-friendly staff) + landscape & design are very well-made (can't help noticing it!) + sophisticated facilities + expensive but reasonable.

One thing that sort of ruins the whole set-up (IP, as a resort) is the beach. Well, it is expected that the shoreline wouldn't be as sandy and wide compared to what one would normally see in the southern beaches of Cebu. Nevertheless, I repeat, the place is awesome.

They don't call them lunchmates for nothing

2009-09-12T21:48:00.004+09:00

She already told me about her plans as soon as her resignation takes effect. She told me the reasons as to why she's doing it. And this Wednesday would be the last day I get to see her.

I understand her. I feel for her. And I'm beginning to miss her.

[Flashback]

Autumn, 2008.
We met. She was walking across the street, stopped and waved at someone. I was crossing the street, directly to her way and when I was about approximately two feet away from her, realized that 'wave' was for me. (Of course, I recognized and only knew her by name. We work for the same project and get to see on Wednesdays for the 3 o' clock meeting). I apologized to her for not waving back and reasoned out my perennial excuse of being nearsighted. We talked a little until we parted ways to take different lifts. (Let it be known that some lifts don't stop at other floors).

Two days after, we met again. I was on my way out for lunch and so was she. I asked her to where she'll be eating lunch. She replied. And I went along. From then on, we eat lunch together.

[end of Flashback]

As our lunch meetings were often, so our topics have covered quite a range as well. We've explored small personal talk about our respective marriage lives (like I have much to say about this =P), travel, the beach, fitness, and our short-term goals. She introduced SATC to me. We often talk about the office environment. We gaped when the front lawn went green that Summer (as if it was the coolest we've seen ever). We agree and disagree on certain things. But it never came to a point that we were strangling each others' throats due to clash of opinions. The common reaction we have when our conversation reaches the boiling point is to fall silent and rummage our brains for a new topic. (After one incident, each secretly decided to avoid THOSE topics).

I'm going to miss those times. Even with our 5 years gap, this didn't prevent us from getting along well.

Up to now, I can't point out why we click together. Sure we have some common interests (books and movies); we're both foreigners. It's as if Fate willed to meet us in that particular pedestrian lane for a particular purpose -- that is to be each other's lunchmate, clown and friend.

Like it Helps

2009-08-27T19:36:00.002+09:00

Common knowledge dictates that when a girl gets a haircut way too short from its former length, it sends out a message. Whether it has to do with fashion or whatevs -- people get curious and just to satiate their curiosity, insinuate reasons to the change. As far as movies and books taught me, a girl sports a new look because it's either she's running away from someone/something or trying to get over a bad break-up. Like it helps.

In my case, it's neither.

I recently got a new haircut (specs: bob cut with bangs). And since the last time I sported 'the bob' was way back 2004, it feels weird because I've been so used to my hair falling beyond shoulders.

By the time I reported for work last Monday, my seatmate (M-san) asked me if I did the cutting by myself.

I nearly fell from my seat. Can't help but thought about 'the bob' as so poorly done for him to assume it was not cut by a professional.

"No. I went to a salon", I replied. He said that it's expensive and added that when in overseas, he normally cuts his own hair. "Girls are different", I told him and didn't explain further for there's no point to engage some girl talk with a 40-something straight man.

When I met C for lunch (on that same day), she was stunned (hope that was in a good way). She then began throwing questions as to (1)"Does T know?" and (2)"Why?" -- to which I answered (1)"Yes" (in fact, I've mentioned it to him several times that he probably gone deaf hearing), and (2)"Because I want to lessen the hairfall.."

She knew my hairfall problem -- strands falling profusely after shower. I feel that I'm on my way to baldness and can't figure out the cause (definitely not the products I use). Only solution in mind was to cut it short so that I don't have to comb it often. Like it helps.

Reckless Imprudence

2009-08-17T20:09:00.003+09:00

Whitey died yesterday and it was my fault. It all started with boredom. I was just taking a break from reading that Sedaris book when I happened to remember my plan of cleaning Whitey's aquarium a couple days ago. My steps to cleaning were simple; using a small basin + a mug, I scooped the dirty water out until the depth was 1/3 from normal, and replaced it with clean fresh water.

For want of finishing the chore immediately, I poured all the clean fresh water directly from the small basin to the aquarium --- this caused a little 'tsunami' inside. (Later, I would conclude that this probably resulted to Whitey getting nauseated then died thereafter). After the task, Whitey was leaning against the pebbles in the corner -- which I found cute. I surmised it was just sleeping, and told T that it was the only fish I've ever seen sleeping that way.

Proud with my little accomplishment, I went back to finish that Sedaris book and fell asleep.

When I woke up around 7pm past, the first thing that I noticed was the inactivity inside the aquarium. I took a closer look and there! Whitey, still leaning against the pebbles, agape and fins no longer moving. =(

I least expected Whitey to die that way. Rather expected it to die when I left it unfed for four days straight.

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Interment finished: Flushed it down the toilet.

breaking the ice while eyeing the blue umbrella

2009-08-12T21:22:00.005+09:00

As I was waiting for Christy (my lunchdate) at the hallway, M-san (my project mate) -- whom I bumped into earlier at the reception area -- settled himself by standing a few feet from me. We exchanged smiles. Then silence followed.

As what I would have called my saving grace in that awkward situation, Christy appeared and signaled me to wait some more for she had to drop by the ladies' room.

It's not that I don't like him. He's friendly, actually. It's just that I can't seem to find anything to talk about besides work. And talking about work on break time seems inappropriate.

I glanced at M-san. He appears to be waiting for someone, and knew that I was waiting for Christy. So, I asked.

me: Are you waiting for A-san and F-san? (his lunchmates for sometime)
M-san: No. I'm waiting for another one.

*cricket sounds* Still, no Christy.

M-san: You know her (Christy) husband?
me: *nods* He works for IT.
M-san: ahh..What's his name?
me: Uhmm..you ask her.

I do know her husband's name. It's just not for me to answer the question. I just had to end there because one question eventually leads to another. And knowing Christy, she always preferred her lovelife to be discreet.

*five seconds or so passed*

M-san: My cheeks are...(while touching them)
me: ..swelling? (yes, I can see that his face looks bloated)
M-san: Yes..
me: You should go to the clinic.
M-san: *nods*

He reached for his pants' left side pocket, and showed me the sample medicine he got from the clinic.

Finally, the person he'd been waiting for came and off they went. Just in time, Christy came and I asked her if it's OK that I borrow one of these idle umbrellas (my hand already on a blue-colored one). Been eyeing on them (they were many to choose from) while waiting for her and having seen the sunny weather outside, I badly need one -- for I hate squinting..and forgot to apply sunscreen. =P

And, of course, I returned it at its exact place. I'm pretty sure that the (nameless) owner won't mind if I borrow it again tomorrow lunch and so on.

the woman in yellow suit

2009-08-04T19:10:00.001+09:00

I was born under the Marcos regime (1980) but it was Corazon Aquino (sworn, by the people, to office in 1986) who I came to acknowledge as the first Filipino president of my existence. During the first five or so years in the 80s, I was still a kid (completely devoid of interest in politics) and all I cared was that every day is playday. Of course, I’ve seen tidbits of news coverage about the EDSA revolution but it never occurred to me that it was a turning-point in the history of the Philippines.

With her aid, Democracy found its way to the Filipinos.

May she rest in peace.

Merlin's beard! I had a great summer.

2009-08-03T20:34:00.004+09:00

So, I spent the last two days of July and the first two days of August in Korea. I call it my mini-summer-break-slash-doing-my-wifely-duties. What I like about the trip was that I packed light -- no need for check-in baggage.

(totally unrelated to the post)

That time, I didn't have any specific itinerary on hand except for one: to watch HP & HBP with T -- sort of forcing him to watch it, lol. Being a Harry Potter fan, it was (quite) a torture for me to extend my patience for two weeks since the movie's premiere. As to why bother going through the so-called torture -- that I do not know. I could have watched the movie alone but decided against it. And since people have been declaring in their FBs and blogs that the movie was disappointing, I was expecting it to be so -- a deviation for someone who claims to rely NOT on critics. Because of the poor reviews (I haven't heard from anyone saying that it was awesome!) and the possibility that it will no longer be showing beyond July, I convinced myself that not being able to watch the movie will not kill me.

And yes, it was disappointing. The 3D effects in the first scenes didn't even help.

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~~I'd like to visit DMZ just to see what's up(?) in North but knowing the recent news about them -- only discouraged me from doing so.~~ I might not want to. The thought of DMZ or anything related up there creeps me. I wonder whatever happened to those two women journalists.

200. It took me more than two years to reach this.

2009-07-21T19:50:00.003+09:00

By the time I reached my 190th plus post, I began ~~wasting my time~~ thinking of the perfect topic for my 200th post. I even asked T for suggestions which i knew was just pointless because he can't seem to grasp the importance of it. LOL.

Anyway, I decided to read my past posts for inspiration and realized that I haven't wrote much about Japan. Not even a list of my favorite things (intangible or tangible) and whatves.

Without further ado, here it is. *drumroll, please*

Ten things I ♥ about JP.

1.) Tokyo.

Recently hailed as the most expensive city in the world. Mind you, the streets are everyone's catwalk. It's crowded, quirky and interesting.

Places of interest round the city.

Akihabara. Most of my first geek stuff were bought here. It goes without saying that they became my instant beneficiaries in my early years -- the gadget freak old me.

Shinjuku. One of the best places to do people-watching, time-wasting, window-shopping, shopping, shopping and shopping.

Harajuku Street. Frankly, I only go there to check at cosplay(ers). They make good subjects for photography (though not all are camera-friendly). Other than that, the place is quite popular for the younger crowd. In terms of location, it's just a block (or so) away from Omotesando.

Omotesando. Japan's answer to France's Champs-Elysees. It's a mecca for brandwhores. This is where most flagships of haute couture stand.

Ginza. Another mecca for brandwhores.

Odaiba. Best place to view the Rainbow Bridge.

2.) Security, Clean and Well-Lit Streets.
This does not literally mean that the streets are entirely devoid of dirt. It only means that people are well-disciplined, law-abiding and have much respect on the State. As for well-lit streets, it allows anybody to roam -- even at unholy hours -- and go home safe.

3.) No Black-outs!

Even in the presence of heavy storm or earthquake, electricity remains uninterrupted. One advantage of underground cabling, I suppose.

4.) Nature Tripping

My inclination to nature-trips come high at Autumn. For the sole reason that I love how the trees look like when they wither. Sounds weird though.

5.) Bento and Onigiri a.k.a my instant solution for too-lazy-to-cook moments.

6.) Trainhopping

I couldn't be more thankful on how far the trains have brought me, and how (often) timely they arrive. My current apartment is just a few minutes walk to two stations. My favorite, Tsudanuma, happens to serve to two lines -- Sobu and Yokosuka line. The latter's routes include Yokohama and Narita Airport.

7.) Customer Service and Decorum

From sales representatives, baristas, station officers to JAL employees; service is hands-down refined. You rarely see or hear them (in general) chatting while working, and they (sales reps) always present themselves at their best individual look!

From my observation on everyday people, I noticed that they never rush to take their seats on the train or bus. They always queue. Rarely do I see an exception.

8.) Vending Machines Thirst quenchers and snacks within easy reach. Found everywhere.

9.) Creativity

Cup noodles, out-of-this-world fashion (ex. Comme des Garcons), manga, Bullet Trains, DSLR --- these are just some of their many inventions. I must say, nothing is longer left in my imagination that was not even tried or actually produced (ok, except for flying shoes...and a mobile phone with palm-size fridge to store candy mints).

10.) Anything Cute!

Often hear them gushing "Kawaaiiiii!" at the sight of insanely cute things: keychains, trinkets, obese cats at the park, little dogs that (i think) were never trained to bark, Mickey Mouse or anything Disney-related, Hello Kitty...Tell me, who doesn't find those cute?

Align Left, Align Right and Justified

2009-07-16T11:34:00.004+09:00

One time, over lunch, I and an officemate were talking about Facebook. She has an account but recently decided to abandon it for personal reasons, and told me that it's better for her to just maintain one personal site (another networking site, not FS though).

In my case, I have plenty of personal sites but maintained a few. I have a Friendster (w/c I left abandoned since early this year, and been long considering it for obliteration), Multiply (more of storage for personal photos shared with friends), Flickr (for my 'ambitious' photography portfolio and a few what nots), DeviantArt (for my artwork churvah). Twitter, and this blog in Blogspot. The recent addition to my so-called 'internet properties' was Facebook (July, last year).

My officemate thinks that having these sites is like revealing your life to the world. True -- but I assured her that my networking sites are set in 'private' (Blogspot, Flickr and DeviantArt are left open for public viewing). I am fully aware that maintaining a blog can be risky -- but as long as I'm not stepping others' toes, I'll do fine. I even have it linked to my FB because I chose to. It's not like I'm forcing people to read it -- for it's purely voluntary. They can ignore it if they want or even remove it. *defensive*

Seriously, I really don't have to justify this predilection of mine. To each his/her own, I guess. I enjoy writing irrespective of what others think of my posts or the mistakes I have with grammar (w/c I think it's not really that bad). I like sharing my random thoughts and moments to a faceless audience or to online buddies I met in the blogosphere. I like it more that recalling old good (and bad) memories is just a click away.

No need to justify further. It's my life, anyway.

P.S. I have yet to watch HP & the Half-Blood Prince. -- This is soooo not acceptable for an HP fanatic.

begging to be read

2009-07-14T17:13:00.004+09:00

Currently putting myself on 'book-shopping' hiatus. Seriously, I have to keep myself away from Maruzen until my inventory of must-read drops to two. The total books begging to be read, including the newly purchased (refer to photo), is ten.
In other book-related news, I recently finished reading a non-fiction: Michael Gates Gill's "How Starbucks Saved My Life". The story tells about a 64 y/o man (the author), who unexpectedly became a barista/partner in Starbucks after losing his job as a creative director for a top advertising company. (More like a 'riches to rags' story). He tells about the life lessons he learned, his failures as a family man for giving more priority on his then demanding job as a creative director, and his dedication on the present job. Here's the thing: other than being a creative director then, he was born rich -- that's got to be some 'fall' -- but the fact that he pulled himself up and started anew is worth inspiring.

In one of the chapters, he mentioned about a mantra that goes like this "Less past, more future!" -- to which I couldn't agree more. Why waste thinking about the past? Though there are times they come to mind without warning that reflecting on them is just impossible to ignore. Since it's impossible to ignore on them, might as well we take it as a learning experience instead of wallowing in self-pity. Cliche as it may sound -- the only way to correct the past is by doing something in the future. Like, to overwrite a crappy file with a non-crappy one. I know, poor metaphor.

While reading the book, I learned a little about the work of a Starbucks partner --- the multi-tasking they do. One day you're in-charge of the cash register; the next days, you'll be making the drinks at the espresso bar. Also, I realized that Starbucks are not strict with age requirements (maybe, in the US) and they have, as the author said, great benefits.

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The author, in his afterword, mentioned that Tom Hanks is considering this for a movie. Awesome.

From 101 to 203

2009-07-04T23:25:00.010+09:00

There are only a few things left in my old room. Somehow, i managed to finish moving 80% of my stuff. ~~Not that it takes a lot of effort because all i did is transferred my stuff from ground floor to the 2nd floor.~~ It took a LOT of effort! I did all the moving by myself!? I couldn't even count how many times i ran back and forth! I woke up at 9am to start the activity, and missed lunch that prompted me to stop at 3pm to go out and eat at Ppr Lunch. Resumed again at 7past and ceased doing before 10pm because if i keep going, the neighbours won't like it. Must reach 100% progress tomorrow.

It all started mid last month. {Flashback} D, a Filipino officemate, lives in rm. 203. She was scheduled to return for Cebu on 7/03. Considering this and the recent 'theft' incident that happened last pre-Golden week holidays to my Chinese neighbour (whose room is a room away from mine), our agent sent me an email suggesting me to move to D's room right after the day of her flight. According to our agent, it is safer for a lady (ehem) to live on the upper floor. {end of Flashback}

So, i did. And i don't know where my Chinese neighbour is. I think she/he (obviously, i don't have time to mingle with neighbours) moved to some another apartment building. I realized that i was the only person remaining in the groundfloor rooms because the mailboxes of my supposedly neighbours were all sealed.

Funny is that way back 2007, my previous company mandated girls to transfer to another apartment building which is closer to Kasai stn. --- to which I vehemently rejected. I defended myself by sending an email to them, stating my reasons of refusal to the point of citing the inexplicable emotional attachment I had to the room. True story. More so than the 'inexplicable', big major reason was my laziness to go through the packing and unpacking =P.
Now, I'm blogging at my new room! I love it here because it comes with a new companion, a pet fish (Whitey) that D left. I was hesitant to adopt the fish at first ~~because I'm a cat person~~. I feared the responsibility that comes with it: cleaning its crib, feeding, overfeeding, etc.

Two nights ago when I went to D's room, she told me that even if I don't adopt it, she intends to leave it there and decide for myself the fate of Whitey. In short, i have no choice. Flushing it down the toilet is just unimaginable and I would be sooo heartless if i do that. (Supposedly, she was to give Whitey to a friend of hers. However, D's friend was in Phils., leaving Whitey no owner).

When I went to check Whitey last night, it seems friendly and responsive to my gentle knocks at its aquarium. It likes me.

P.S. Part of my summer agenda is to buy Whitey a bestfriend.

white chocolate mocha is for kids

2009-06-29T10:33:00.003+09:00

After going to M bank yesterday (i know it sounds impossible but this bank opens every first and last Sunday of the month), I went to SB which is just a block away to have lunch and read a book. I normally follow this routine because having gone that far (Suidobashi), an approximate 45 min train ride from Tsudanuma, the least I'd be doing is hop on a train bound for home =P.

Settling myself in a comfortable seat with jazz as background music, I opened 'Sputnik Sweetheart' and engrossed myself with its story. Once in a while, I took my eyes off from what I was reading to ponder on the metaphors that K shared to Sumire, and often, got a glimpse of passers-by outside with their umbrellas. It was raining.

After some chapters, I decided to go home despite the rain outside. I got on the train for Tsudanuma and instead of sleeping to kill time, I focused on the fading view outside that speeding trains produce. It was not a rush hour, thus, there were not many passengers inside and thus, the fading view. I decided against reading the book inside the train for I don't usually do it and the fact that I just can't do it, lest i go blind or cross-eyed for doing so.

45 mins or so after, it was still raining when I reached Tsudanuma. Not heavy though.

Not wanting to go home yet, I went to Maruzen bookstore and browsed at books. I don't know, there's something comforting about just browsing and reading their synopsis at the backpage. I avoided books by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steel, Sidney Sheldon and too romantic novels -- too sappy for my liking. As predicted, like I always say to myself, a simple shop-browsing eventually leads to a purchase. I bought books from Chuck Palahniuk (Fight Club), David Sedaris (When You Are Engulfed in Flames) and Kazuo Ishiguro (When We Were Orphans). I haven't read any of their works in the past so I'm quite excited.

After the mini-book shopping, it was still early but the clouds outside look grey and gloomy. Rain was still pouring.

Not wanting to go home, I end up in SB (again), the one nearest to my apartment. This time, I ordered white chocolate mocha and to my dismay it was toooo sweet! Like 'tonsiliting' sweet! Regardless the awfully sweet drink, I immersed back to the world of K, Sumire and Miu. This time, they were in an island part of Greece. Miu called K to come and help her search for Sumire, who vanished without a trace. It was quite complicated.

That night, i made it to the last pages of the book. Murakami (the author) made sure to let the reader guess, and successfully gave me insomnia (adding the too much caffeine and sweetness I had the whole day).

I am 100% sure that at the last few pages, K was just dreaming about his phone conversation with Sumire. He did thought about it being just a dream but was convinced after checking the moon outside which is exactly the same description Sumire gave.

This i'm not sure but an assumption, Sumire committed suicide by jumping off from a cliff. Her remains were unfound because the sharks ate it, leaving not even a hair strand.

Horse Limbs? why?

2009-06-27T18:21:00.014+09:00

Earlier this afternoon, while taking a break from HIMYM marathon, I feel like being artsy-fartsy and thus, this...

As the title suggests, inspiration is horse limbs. If it were made into an actual shoe, this would have to be made of patent leather. This, like most platform shoes, is NOT suitable for walking on daily basis.

90s books and more about it

2009-06-22T16:47:00.010+09:00

Foreword: The books mentioned below were, clearly, not published in the 90s. This is all about the books I have read during that period (edit: except for Wuthering Heights)

I have lost count the number of books I have already read, and forgot most of their plots, too. In HS, most of the books I’ve read are from the library. I would usually open a fiction book or read the local magazine (MOD or Women’s) rather than doing an assignment or making research while there.

Library’s policy was: one person is allowed to borrow two books at a time, and considering the competition in book-borrowing, I would hide the soon-to-be-borrowed books at ‘special shelves’ (read: above the magazine-archives. It’s at the deepest end of the library and since that area looks gloomy and dusty, nobody dares hanging around there. I, an asthmatic, was brave enough). This tactic of mine probably made any working-student (in the library) go nuts because I don’t normally return those books at their assigned shelf =P. I have a feeling that they would’ve wished for me to just leave the book on the table rather than what I have done. So immature, I know.

Never read Barbara Cartland
My mother is fond of damsels in distress and princes. Other than Shakespeare and Greek Mythology, she enjoys BC’s books. I tried reading my mother’s BC collection in HS, but it left me bored. Got nothing out of it and left them unfinished. She had Mills & Boons, too. I think, the timing was all wrong. I could’ve read those novels a few years after and love it. But now, I’ll just pass. Nothing is interesting for me when all there is --- is romance. I want revenge, mystery, sarcasm and death. LOL.

First Taste of Love Story.
With all those teen love story novels, the one that I would be so willing to bring with me in my grave is ‘P.S. I Love You’, of Sweet Dreams series (I think it was the first book of the series). Please don’t confuse it with Cecelia Ahern’s. It was written by Barbara Conklin (based on my research). The story is about a young girl's first love while spending vacation at Palm Springs, CA. Boy, did I cry. I was 13. And the main girl character’s name is Mariah. The other Sweet Dreams and Love Stories series failed to give a lasting impression. They were so-so.

The Wakefields.
I love Jessica’s carefree attitude but Elizabeth’s good girl & nerdy character made me love more. I like that they are soo identical yet soo different and supportive of each other. I enjoyed the SV twins series more compared to the estrogen-testosterone filled SV High. SVH came first basing on how 80s the cover drawings look like, I think. And again, blame it on timing. As a 13 y/o in the 90s, the Wakefields as 12 y/o in SVT were wayyy relatable.

Nancy Drew, Teen Detective
Remembering the 90s cover, it still baffles me how old an 18 y/o could look like…and the fact that she is a detective. In all of her pursuits, I can’t remember anything special so as to leave an imprint in my memory.

Sidney Sheldon and Danielle Steel.
For the former, my favorite was ‘The Sands of Time’. The story revolves around four nuns in Spain. I remember that one of them was actually incognito so a lot of chasing was involved. I also like ‘Master of the Game’ (a page-turner!)

For the latter author, most of her work are boring *yawn*. If I were to pick which of her work that was unforgettable for me, it would be ‘Crossings’ -- a love story, set in WW2.

Heathcliff
As one of my summer read (edit: yr 2002) I bought ‘Wuthering Heights’ by Emily Bronte. The archaic writing drove me nuts, as well as that particular senile character who pronounced the words incoherently (as implied in text..and i forgot his name). I hate that it was sooo full of revenge. The way the setting is narrated sounds gloomy and depressing. But I realized years later that it’s good that it didn’t end like the ones in fairytales.

The Unavoidable --- Compulsory Reading
*sigh*

Greek Mythology. In 4th yr HS, it was a requirement. Once a week, we would discuss the ever-dramatic lives of Zeus with his cohorts of gods and goddesses, and how they cope up with boredom --- by waging war in Troy. Since my mother was a fan, I would just ask her synopsis even after reading The Iliad and Odyssey.

Rizal’s famous novels, ‘Noli me Tangere’ (Don’t Touch me) and ‘El Filibusterismo’ (The Filibustering). As if the HS curriculum wasn’t enough. CHED required students to take ‘Rizal’ as minor subject.

Great Expectations
I received a mini-book (abridged version) from my teacher after getting a flat 1.0 in Literature midterms *wide proud grin*. It made me happy and she became one of my favorite teachers in the university because of it, lol. I wonder where she is now…and where I kept that book.

no more lost in translation

2009-06-17T10:02:00.002+09:00

I went to my travel agency last night (after work) to finalize my planned vacation next month. As expected, the inevitable happened (read: language barrier). At first, i never thought it as something to hinder the transaction because I was hoping to talk with the same girl (let's call her 'Girl 1'), who entertained my queries last week. But when my number was called, 'Girl 2' gestured me to approach her desk, who obviously was not the girl I hoped to transact with. I started to worry --- Will 'Girl 2' be able to understand me? Considering that I arrived there a few minutes after 8pm, will we able to finish before they close at 8:30pm?

Instead of giving her my name, as an introduction, I said 'Ego dake' (English only) -- as a precaution.

Lucky for me, they kept my files from last week (when i went there to inquire and make reservation). What a relief! Somewhere in the files must be a note about my inability to speak Nihonggo =P

Well, thanks to Babel fish. 'Girl 2', having limited English, used it (she must have gotten the clever idea from 'Girl 1'). Our oral communication was limited to basics like, thank you, please...and its Nihonggo counterpart. The rest was made possible by babelfish. She would type the words and after clicking 'translate', turn the monitor in my direction to let me see the English translation.

I must say, it's good to live in this era. The perks of technology are awesome.

picture Sunday: Bokeh

2009-06-14T22:14:00.006+09:00

Back with Jeans Friday

2009-06-12T14:47:00.006+09:00

Since joining 'this' company, I have completely banned wearing jeans on working days --- until today. I have decided to revive my self-imposed rule to include denim jeans in 'Casual Friday' after having seen a few officemates wearing jeans for two consecutive Fridays.

Another reason is the weather. Now that the temperature is getting higher each day, I am more tempted of wearing that requires no tucking in. We don't have office uniform nor management policy says about 'suiting up!' but my conscience dictates the necessity to wear something formal (Though last winter, my preferred tops were nothing close to formal --- collarless black tops or most often, long-sleeve stripes shirts =P). Since spring, my default office attire consists of black pants and long-sleeves. Mind you, I don't wear the latter as is; I roll them (the sleeves) twice or else I'll end up looking like 'one of the guys'.

currently wearing: black tunic shirt from H&M and skinny jeans from GAP.
looking forward: To (finish) reading that 'Tuscan (...)' book, and another trip on July.

something old, something stolen (from T) and something new.

2009-06-05T20:51:00.004+09:00

1.) "Under the Tuscan Sun" by Frances Mayes --- 100Yen (haggled from a Flea Market, two years ago)

2.) "Anne of Green Gables" by L.M. Montgomery --- 20Php (from Nat'l Bookstore, Mango Ave. Bought last March, 1999. It was on SALE.)

3.) "To Kill a Mockingbird" by Harper Lee --- Priceless. (ransacked from T's room)

4.) "Les Miserables" by Victor Hugo --- 285Php (from Nat'l Bookstore, Ayala. Purchased last month)

five years of independence-slash-solitude

2009-06-03T10:31:00.004+09:00

It's been five years and a month since I first settled myself here. This place has been my home, actually. I never thought I would linger this long when it all started only for just a year of training. My previous company dispatched me here last March 2004. At age 23, it was my first ever trip abroad and of all places -- here. Like any other first-timers, I made sure that I get to as far as possibly my feet would allow and take as many pictures 'til my memory card can no longer hold --- during weekends.

Last year, I decided to resign from previous company, and accept the offer from the company to which i'm currently employed. It was not easy -- a lot of drama was involved between me and them. Now, all of that is behind me. I am proud to have done it inspite of the obstacles that I have to go through.

For five years now, people normally assume that I can speak the language with fluency. Little do they know that I know next to nothing. I did attend Nihonggo classes two years ago which my previous company sponsored. Our sessions were scheduled twice a week. I was partly enjoying it and for the first few months, diligently studied the lessons -- writing and reading Katakana and Hiragana. Unfortunately, it didn't last. It became too much of a pressure that led me to decide of dropping from the class to concentrate more on work and my obsession over photoshop -- my erstwhile hobby =P

I left whatever I learned behind (and kept the basics) and completely assured myself that it is not necessary. Having survived this long in this foreign land, I'm partly right.

Also, within those five years, I have completely abandoned my supposed to be calling: The Accountant. Though at first I vowed to go revive that career but looking back now, it's not worth it. I am quite satisfied to what I'm doing now --- it's the type of job that allows me more room for improvement.

It's funny how Providence leads you somewhere -- that sometimes, it's better to let it decide when everything seems beyond understanding...

And like any other journey, this (too) is bound to reach an end, and for another one to begin.

HIMYM

2009-05-27T16:33:00.011+09:00

It all started last weekend.

I was putting myself into 'house arrest' mode -- credits to the A H1N1 (Swine) flu scare. While taking a break from my reading (and for having nothing to watch since most of the shows I avidly follow had already finished: AI and my guilty pleasure, ANTM =P), an idea came to mind to divert my attention for some..comedy. More than two weeks ago, I vaguely saw a TV show while on board the plane for Narita; That show with the actor who played Doogie Howser in the 90s..

And that's how my current obsession on 'How I Met Your Mother' was born (it actually began airing last 2005 according to my research this morning). I had no idea what was it all about beyond its title. I let the first few episodes sank in for me to get to familiar with the characters instead of searching its synopsis at the net.

All I can say ----- Barney rocks!

P.S. Finally finished reading the 'Count of Monte Cristo'. Because of the numerous characters (extensively) involved in the story, I just had to write their names on paper, and jot a few background information of each because my memory can't hold much.

P.P.S. The Swine flu scare seems to have ceased. Great!

One Year Down and the Rest of our Lifetime to Come

2009-05-21T19:20:00.002+09:00

Today marks the fourth year of our couple-hood, and the first anniversary of our marriage!

(We intentionally dated our marriage on the same day we became ’we’)

I would be lying if I say that I’m happy today because I’m not. My current state of emotion is, maybe, a few notches short towards ‘that’ adjective.

Taking a trip back to memory lane, like most couples, we went through petty fights and so far, no huge argument in record (and if there was, I don’t think I have the guts to share it to the public, lol). The distance, I think, is making any huge fight impossible to arise. Or maybe we are just too damn happy that there’s no room for hatred to grow. Like I mentioned, petty arguments are present but we seem to handle it by reaching a common ground and accept the fact that we are different, or in most cases, we both just shut up until a new inspiration for discussion comes to mind.

Come next year, I vow to be next to him. Seriously.

So, why wait for next year? (1) I stand by my word. I have an existing contract that will end next year --- unless the company decides to cut it short. (2) Both of us will be turning 30, and it’s about time to just be together --- as expected from married couples, lol. (3) I’ve been often told that women in their 30s will be having a hard time getting pregnant. Uh-huh..~~(4) It’s the 2010 Presidential Elections, and I want to make sure my husband will be voting for the same candidate as mine.~~ Go Fr. Panlilo!!

Wait. Halle Berry gave birth at 40. But wait, she IS ‘Halle Berry’. I’m just a nobody.

Speaking of babies, during our recent trip back home, being married with no offspring (yet) inevitably made us the topic of familial conversation. Our relatives were checking my belly for signs of life. I knew baby questions were coming, and T and I have prepared to brace ourselves, lol. Some were even too excited about the prospect that my younger sisters-in-law seriously suggested names for my yet to be conceived kiddo…and these are:

Male: Alexander Ian
Female: Fressia something (I forgot the second name)

*faints dramatically on the divan*

First of, I wouldn’t name my baby that starts with letter ‘A’. There are too many ‘A’s in my own family so I want to break from tradition. For the female, ‘Fressia’ sounds like Mr. Freeze’s daughter or that ugly super villain in Dragonball Z anime. =P

Just leave the naming to me, please.

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P.S. There’s got to be some sort of celebration. An online game, perhaps? T, wanna beat me? LOL.

five for the shelf

2009-05-18T20:15:00.005+09:00

Been sick for the past week that nothing much happened except for the monotonous lifestyle (read: apartment - work - apartment) that I've been trying to reacquaint since last Monday. Trying to be productive amidst sickness, I've been reading Monte Cristo and would have finished it last weekend if not for my eyes --- they drop at its own whim.

Moving on.

Inset photo are the additional books that will be lodging on my still-non-existent shelf. (note to self: buy a DIY shelf. Find something at IKEA)
1) How Starbucks Saved my Life by Michael Gates Gill.
-When I saw the title, I then knew that I had to buy it --- this better be funny.

2) Sputnik Sweetheart by Haruki Murakami
-Another from the famous Japanese contemporary writer. Basing on the little synopsis at the back of the book, it involves lesbianism. Hmmm..Interesting.

3) From Russia with Love by Ian Fleming
-I've read somewhere that JFK listed this book as one of his favorites. And my mother said that it's her favorite Bond film -- ever. Not even Daniel Craig's fabulous abs can beat that, I suppose. lol

4) A Long Way Gone (Memoirs of a Boy Soldier) by Ishmael Beah
-An autobiography of a young African boy who became a soldier, not by choice, at the age of thirteen until UNICEF came to rescue him at the age of sixteen.

5) Catch 22 by Joseph Heller
-I've been looking for this in every known bookstore but fate, finally, presented itself and guided me to the right shop. Bought this in KR last March along with nos. 3 and 4. (above).

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In other news, the whole country is panicking about (Swine) H1N1 flu. A few cases were confirmed in Kansai region. =(

All in 10 Days (not counting flight dates)

2009-05-11T20:00:00.015+09:00

My recent trip to PI can be summarized as ‘hotel-hopping-slash-calorie-devouring’. Thank God! I gained no additional kilos in the process.

Apr 29 (Wednesday) - Safely arrived in Cebu (past 19:00) and hours after, became a gate-crasher at someone’s graduation party. lol (‘someone’ here means T’s cousin).

Apr 30 (Thursday) - Roamed around.

May 01 (Friday) - Went to Tambuli beach with family for some sun + sand, and failed to impress River.

from left: River, his mother April (my younger sis) and Kaye (T's sis)

May 02 (Saturday) and 03 (Sunday) - Exploring the latest in the city and was impressed by what I saw.

May 04 (Monday) - T and I took the early flight for Manila. In our first night, we both fell as preys to a certain taxi driver on our way to Intramuros. Normally, the starting rate for cabs in Philippines is 30pesos. However, the driver having sensed that we are tourists (because we hailed the cab near the hotel, and nobody usually wishes to go to Intramuros late at night and not know the exact address) informed us, after we nestled comfortably at the backseat, to add 30pesos due to heavy traffic. Whaaaat?!?!

(Lame! Don’t blame the traffic on us!?!).

We would’ve stepped out but decided against it because it was already late. Deep inside, I was fuming mad that almost spoiled my trip.

Not that the additional 30pesos is too much to give; the behavior is just unacceptable. Times are hard (i know) but if they want a fare raise, they better: (1) request to the designated Government agency; or (2) don’t work as a taxi driver at all!!

After that incident, T and I made sure not to tolerate such behavior. Same incident happened (for the second time) while still in Manila. After being told by the driver for additional charge, we didn't buy it and fortunately, we were able to hail another taxi. I'm pretty sure this gimmick happens not only in Manila.

May 05 (Tuesday) - Went to Corregidor Island. It is 26 miles away from Manila. Once served as a checkpoint for incoming galleons during the Spanish era, and later on became a military base during WW2.

view from the lighthouse

remnants of WW2

May 06 (Wednesday) - We went back to Intramuros early in the morning. It's the oldest district in Manila where old structures during the Spanish era still exists. Then that night, we left for Cebu.

Jumps for the nth time (at Fort Santiago, Intramuros)

supposed life-size interpretation of Jose Rizal

May 07 (Thursday) - More personal paperwork, and celebrated an advance Mother’s day at Pier One.

May 08 (Friday) - Got a new ‘do after a year!! LOL. And that night, had coffee with friends. As usual, we updated each other to what’s up with our lives because viewing each others’ Facebook is not enough.

Gossip over Coffee. Me, Stella and Eva

May 09 (Saturday) - Crossing out the shopping list (mostly, Filipino goodies and personal hygiene products that are not available in Japan)

May 10 (Sunday) - Endured (again) the almost 5 hrs flight back to JP. Thanks to Edmond Dantes for the company, the 5 hours seem to have reduced to 3.

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P.S. This blog celebrated its 2nd year last May 06.

Kids don't like me that much.

2009-05-03T14:05:00.009+09:00

Yesterday, T and I went to PAL in SM Cebu to update my mileage (for I forgot to show my miles card upon check-in at Narita). Knowing me, I love to travel and the benefits of getting more mileage will bring me far --- so far, it brought me to Iloilo.

Anyway, when I arrived there, the number given to me was 75 and the last number called was 35 -- allowing me and T enough time to just sit and plan on our Manila trip. While talking to T, there's this one kid, sitting on the floor (just beside the couch I was sitting). He was playing at his wrist toy gadget -- that was buzzing bizarre annoying sounds. It took me a little while to realize that he was aiming the toy at me. Like, I was some super evil villain that he was trying to annihilate. I turned to him and laughed. What made it worse was that his older brother joined him. They were running around and both would stop to aim their annoying toys at me. That had me wishing for the guard to rescue me because T ignored those little monsters inspite of my subtle pleas of help. Eventually, they left and miserably failed at their attempts of killing me.

P.S. Same thing for my 1 y.o. nephew, River. He does not like me that much. LOL.

8 things

2009-04-25T21:19:00.005+09:00

Foreword: MSN was right. Saturday is all rain at 12degC.

I admit not being much a fan of memes but can't pass this "8 Things" tag from Alaine of Got Ice Cream? because the weather is not that inspiring to write about =P

Eight things I look forward to:
Refer to my 4/23 post for the list -- the most recent in mind.

Eight things I did yesterday:
1) Had lunch with Christy at a ramen house near the station.
2) Was asked to proofread a notary document by my officemate.
3) Went to Cloister and end up buying a chic polka-dot coat at 50% off from its original price.
4) Read blogs.
5) Watched ANTM 12 via the net. It's my guilty pleasure even if the show is getting nonsense. (Tyra, why did you kick Natalie out?!?!)
6) Called T a few minutes before midnight only to find out he's having a superb time. (Ugh...Wednesday, why you seem so far?)
7) Checked emails.
8) Slept late because it was Friday.

Eight things I wish I could do:
1) Sing like Mariah (I secretly want to break glass just by singing).
2) Own a fat orange cat.
3) Buy a beach house.
4) EU trip
5) Go venture for a food franchise.
6) Run for a marathon (main resort if I gain gazillion of kilos)
7) 100 crunches everyday.
8) Contribute an article for Youngblood.

Eight shows I watch:
1) American Idol 8 (I'm rooting for Adam or that Jason Mraz-like guy)
2) ANTM
3) Grey's Anatomy
4) Project Runway (waiting for Season 6)

...my list ends there. Don't have time to watch any series that much.

Now, I'm tagging everyone!

Going home for a makeover, and will be coming back with extra pounds

2009-04-23T15:41:00.005+09:00

T will be back in Cebu tonight so that allows me to have no one to skype with later.

(boring nights ahead…)

Will follow suit on the 29th (that is less than a week from now), so it’s not surprising that I’m wishing for days to pass by quickly.

*excited*

The last time I stood on Cebu soil feels like eons ago. And that homecoming was all because for our wedding (and also for my resignation from ex-company).

Heard it right. I got married May last year and we’re on our way to our first anniversary as a married couple next month, but we won’t be able to make it on THAT day. Therefore, we decided to have an advance celebration within first week of May before we head back to our barracks (read: respective work destinations). It is just fitting to go home on a Golden Week (a series of consecutive holidays in Japan dubbed as such) because nothing could be more golden-ish than spending a week of worshipping-slash-hating the sun in Cebu.

Other than our first anniv, I am soooo looking forward to everything homey. Like…

1.) Walking barefoot by the beach while appreciating the view, boys, girls(?) and the sun.

2.) Lechon baboy (roasted pig), Siomai sa Tisa, and everything Pinoy (slang for the word ‘Filipino’). My taste buds have been craving for those, and whatever kilos I’ll gain as an aftermath –--- aaaah..will have to worry later.

3.) Mani/Pedi. I haven’t been taking care of my nails and toes other than cutting them and removing unsightly cuticles. FYI: They don’t have pedicure services here (I think). Saw several for manicure services but quite hefty unless you’re a fan of nail art –-- cost would then be absolutely secondary.

4.) Haircut! Been deliberating on whether to cut or not to cut my hair since January. It wasn’t easy. I mean, considering factors such as language barrier (that may result to tragedy), the ability to pull-off the look, and cost-benefit analysis (it’s the Accountant in me, lol).

5.) My nephew, River. The last time I saw him, he was 7 months old --– quite heavy, adorable and passive, as most babies are. He turned 1 last October so I’m hoping he’s still adorable and not the boring type of baby who just stares back at you and says nothing. Well, boring is better than whiny.

6.) Dine at new restaurants in town.

7.) Our wedding album!! The draft was sent through email two months ago for our comments which I later found necessary because in one photo, T had his eyes closed that made him immediately reply to their email, lol. Of course, I understand the ‘seriousness’ of the matter because I would have done the same thing. It’s OUR wedding album which I bet our grandkids will make fun of.

8.) A lot of paperwork --- not something to look forward to doing but a MUST!

The list can go endless but I need to stop. I don’t want to put too much pressure on me (or us) to do these things --- for I only have a week. Besides, I just want to relax and get away from work for a while.

Today is about to end so the current stats are: 1 down, 6 to go!

P.S. T said "I'll be expecting your callS". Hmm..he's begging me to annoy him.

This is not a vlog. This is my must-watch movie next to HP. Ok, not next to HP. This will be released first. HP comes on Summer(?)

2009-04-20T23:40:00.016+09:00

Did somebody press fast forward thrice?

2009-04-15T19:29:00.006+09:00

In this side of the planet, it’s supposed to be Spring but the current temperature feels like Summer. I could very well remember that the last time I wore my puffer jacket was two weeks ago and now, flimsy clothing tops as a must-have in my wardrobe.

It’s like whatever transition that should take place never happened.

Though some expectations were met; like the cherry blossoms that sprouted like crazy, covering every park with pink or white --- that lasted for less than a week. A week after, everything has gone green-- which is normal for these flowers' lifespan is soo short that Japanese people celebrate it by holding picnics at the park. They call it ‘Hanami’ (read: flower viewing). They would spread blankets under the cherry blossom trees, gossiping, flirting, eating or drinking while appreciating the sight above. It’s more like a festival that those who are not prone to flu get to enjoy much.

Last April 04 was the highlight. That day, I think most people went to parks that left malls empty. In my case, I did not participate to any hanami (this year) because doing so is tantamount to suicide. Days prior to ‘the highlight’, pollens were tickling my nostrils --- that had me sneezing for the whole week. Boohoo.

Anyway, early Summer or not, the scorching heat is no stranger to me. Remember, I was born in the tropics --- where the temperature is insanely hot!

On the other news, my boss just approved my second set of home leaves. Yay!

P.S. Cebu, here I come!

P.P.S. My father has a Facebook account. I didn’t invite him, but I can’t ignore his invitation though.

twenty-nine

2009-04-12T00:35:00.004+09:00

OK, I admit. Part of me is reluctant to accept the reality of me being 29, while the other part feels liberated(?)- from twenty-something woes -- for I'd like to think that I'm over with quarter-life crisis (assuming my lifespan lasts 100years).

Like the rest, I have questioned about my career path, and pondered on the word 'love' many times that most of my earlier posts (deleted and unrecorded) were about those. But having aged, those things rarely come up; maybe because I already found the answers to those questions, or completely at peace to what is at present. What I know, for sure, is that I don't whine much compared before.

I'd love to be worry-free while I age but knowing life, it never runs out of surprises. Either type of surprise can happen anytime.

If only I have the power of premonition, I could just glide my way through 50 and beyond, wrinkle-free, unscathed but ignorant (I suppose). That being said, I’d rather not have THAT power (because it's impossible). Getting old with wrinkles, minor bruises and lastly, possessing wisdom beyond books feels much better.

too much reading can kill

2009-04-05T20:50:00.007+09:00

Reading books is deferred at this time not because of NoKor's rocket launching over Japan, but because work requires me to read more about the new project (like, procedures and specifications). So as to save my sanity, I'm taking a break from my 'personal' reading list --- or else I end up mixing Edward Cullen to Tender conditions.

Since my arrival back in JP last Tuesday, my work has been giving me more lax time than I wanted. My boss informed me that demands of work are expected to be high next month, and might include working on holidays and Sundays (sounds like a precaution to me). In other words, they're fattening me up for slaughter.

Moving on...

NoKor's 'provocative' action is, again, putting them to UN's attention. They (Nokor) claim the rocket launching as heading to space (for satellite whatever) but US says otherwise. I don't blame the US and JP (and the rest of the world) to be doubtful knowing NoKor's missile testing two years ago. It concerns me because of the impact it will lead to.

Another WW brewing?

I HOPE NOT!

On another note, I was in Shinjuku earlier for some shopping (because I do think my wardrobe needs some upgrade -- now that it's Spring). Regardless of the 'rocket-launching' going on, which I apparently forgot about, I would still go there because I'm bored. From the crowd that met me in Zara, looks like I'm not the only one.

Again, Pacing around Seoul

2009-03-30T13:35:00.005+09:00

Last Friday, for the first time, I decided to wander around Seoul -- alone. Since Seoul differs not much to Tokyo, I decided to saunter at places that makes it different from the former (or from the rest of the world). Places that remind us of its history.

Museums, anyone?

Wishing for a sunny weather the day before (Thursday), I'm glad the stars worked for my advantage.

FRIDAY. Gyeongbokgung Palace, National Folk Museum of Korea, and Insa-dong And that SATURDAY, T took me to Seoul Tower.
SUNDAY. War Memorial of Korea. To think that almost 60 years have passed since the Korean war broke (1950) and from what we hear from media, the North seems to show no interest of re-unification; it amazes me that up to now, South Korea remains positive and incessantly, reaches out to them.

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On the other note, I will be going back to JP tomorrow. =(
Never thought I'd miss the office. The routine.

keen observations

2009-03-25T10:35:00.008+09:00

It won't take a month for me to notice things (around me) as interesting. It took me just a week. These things hold true, for now. And may not hold true, few months after.

1.) In public transportation, don't ever sit on seats reserved for senior citizens, disabled people and pregnant women. When it's reserved, it is RESERVED. Especially senior citizens, be wary of them. If they caught you sitting on their seats (or any other seat, granted that nothing is vacant), they will shove their rights into your face.

One time, I was commuting this train on my way to Sadang. Two stations after, an old man with a cane came aboard, and the train being full, was left standing. To where he was standing, in front was a young boy (junior high, I think), sleeping. Having seen this, old man with a cane woke the young boy, and getting no response, a middle-aged office man (standing beside old man) came to rescue --- nudging the boy, so as to let the old man sit. They end up changing positions.

2.) Curls are 'it'. If Japanese women are soooo into hair-coloring, Koreans are sooo into curls. Typical for old women hair is cropped short, and curly. The younger ones prefer curls with bangs.

3.) They inject spice in every food. This is common knowledge.

4.) They only have one greeting for any time of the day. That is, 'Annyeong Haseyo'.

5.) They are vain. Skincare commercials are more common here as shampoo (or hair-related) commercials are to Philippines.

6.) They have rip-off shows, too. KPSI for CSI. Project Runway Korea. 'Gossip Girl' for I-don't-know-what-title-because-it's-in-Hangul --- but here's the catch, the bestfriend leads are played by males.

(4/13) UPDATE! It's not 'Gossip Girl' but 'Boys Over Flower'. Same as 'Meteor Garden'

7.) PDA is everywhere, in a decent way. Nothing ewww-ish I've seen, so far.

8.) Bus drivers can put any F1 Grand Prix driver to shame. They drive as if they're always in a hurry. They enjoy driving at high speed that can give you a terrible headache. If you try sleeping to kill travel time -- is not possible (unless you've been deprived of sleep). Just suck it up, and enjoy the ride.

9.) Again, about bus drivers. Before alighting, make sure to position yourself near the exit doors after pressing the 'stop' button. Believe me, you sure don't want to miss your stop. They will close the doors at will, and they don't heed pleads. Don't even try pleading -- it won't work.

10.) Wayfarer-type eyeglasses are sooo in. Everybody seems to be wearing it.

pacing around Seoul

2009-03-23T12:26:00.007+09:00

The weekend that was -- a blast!

SATURDAY. T and I decided to take the Seoul city bus tour that promises to take us to Seoul's 35 major attractions. Silly us, we only visited 3 out of the 35 for we took the 3pm bus.

1.) Namsangol Traditional Korean Village.
2.) Changgyeonggung (Palace)
3.) Cheonggye Plaza
SUNDAY. After stuffing ourselves with Krispy Kreme glazed doughnuts, and Vietnamese inspired food trip, T and I watched 'Watchmen'. The movie was awesome!

Seoul, mate. Seoul.

2009-03-19T23:50:00.010+09:00

This Korea trip would not be my first. The first was in Aug 2006 which was 100% work-related, in Busan.

This time is purely personal, so making the most of it is a must.

Earlier, I decided to meet T for lunch in Seoul. After our mini-orientation last night about how to get there (the nearest station to his office, where to transfer, etal.), I didn't feel any apprehensions at all. Like I was soo confident that I will not get lost -- which turned out to be true for I found that trainhopping was not at all complicated here compared to Tokyo metro lines. Seoul metro line is somehow easier, maybe, because there's not much lines to begin with -- which works well for beginners. Of course, if not for the world-wide-web, it would have fell under 'lost in translation' files, too.

Anyway, T brought me to their usual lunch location. I was prepared to whatever exotic or hot to digest because this is part of the experience.
So, he went back to work and I was left roaming around Tehran St. (Teheranno) in Gangnam district of Seoul. And what else do you expect from me -- with camera on hand, take gazillions of pictures.

Anyang, South Korea

2009-03-18T08:32:00.006+09:00

Safely arrived in the afternoon, yesterday. The planned rendezvous at Starbucks failed - for T 'spotted' me while reading the Incheon's airport directory, searching for B1 (where SB is located).

Perfect timing.

From there, we took a limousine bus to Anyang (where T's apartment is) that further aggravated my headache -- the downside of 'travel'. After an hour of bus ride, we reached the nearest station to his place. I insisted for us to walk, breathe fresh air and shake off that stupid headache instead of taking the cab. Part of my reason, also, was for me to gape at my then immediate surroundings.

It doesn't differ much to JP but I'm not about to settle my assumptions as final. A glance from here and there is not enough. There are, of course, a LOT waiting for me to explore.

P.S. They love CSI here. Marathon of previous seasons in the morning, and two new episodes (of season 9) in primetime. Yay!

P.P.S. - Pictures will definitely follow once I get hold of a card reader.

Meet me at Starbucks, 인천국제공항

2009-03-16T17:18:00.005+09:00

Earlier, around 13:00 hours, I was unplugging the cables that connect my desktop, mouse, CPU and the keyboard, then carted them from 7F to 10F. Yes, that’s how things are done here. DIY.

And yes, I finally moved.

Moving to another project meant moving to a new space. That being done, I am now sitting at the best seat that Christy will kill for. Because ~~it’s almost secluded that I can sleep without getting caught~~ it’s one of those seats close to the window which pretty makes a good diversion if bored.

Though I am not supposed to start working for this new project until April, I just made the rash, but logical, decision that I should move...my stuff - with permission, of course. Just before lunch, I finished my turnover to my successor in less than 30 minutes, and sent my ‘thank you’ email to my project mates (not farewell, because we are still bound to see each other in the halls, elevators, or at the pantry). Right after lunch, I headed back to my space, ready to unplug everything until one email, so distinguished from others (because I had it ruled to be colored yellow –just for that VIP). That VIP is none other than my former boss. His reply message was heartwarming. I don’t have to hear those words from him, personally. His message alone validates that I did a great job.

Now, I’m stuck doing nothing which is something I hate but love doing - for now.

The thing is, I am excited to embark on this new project but not really excited to work ‘today’. There is something far more exciting that’s been clouding me. I just decided to move my office stuff so that by April, just after my vacayy, I can just zoom in and get on to business.

About the vacayy that got me more anxious at every nanosecond, T and I have come to decide the meeting place because we happen to be the only couple (in the world) that ‘only’ use mobile phones in P.I. Yes, we are sooo outdated.

Considering our situation, the absence of mobile phones is inexcusable.

Steve Jobs will never forgive me until I buy an iPhone.

can't wait for Tuesday!

2009-03-12T23:53:00.008+09:00

Though not everything worked as planned, I'm not complaining..because everything is working way beyond planned!

Ha! 3/19 ain't happening because I'm going 3/17!

Heard it right. Approximately fifteen hours ago, my new boss gave me the 'go' signal. He approved my 2-week leave. Other good news is that I'll start working for U-pj first of April! And another good news, the new boss sounds too kind!

Crossing my fingers that the cake is as good as its icing. Well, I don't mind the cake to be sweeter.

(God, I've never seen too many exclamation marks in a post!...There, I did it again)

Now, let me say..uhm..write..uhm..type these words. I. AM. ECSTATIC. The turn of events has been overwhelming.

On another note, looks like my plans for a looonggg break this May will not be this ------- long. More like this --- long. If not for the 'golden week' holidays here in Japan, I might not have any break on May at all. So, like any die-hard planner, I already booked my flight for Cebu 4/29 -- Just in time for golden week to start kicking.

brat wants 3/19

2009-03-08T12:07:00.014+09:00

After nine months of non-stop working, I really need to get some break. With wishlist no.7 at hand (finally), putting it into effect is keeping me excited --> raking my brain for those long-buried plans, shopping list, and foods-to-eat..ahhhh, it's just endless.

Last rainy Friday morning, I took steps into my much-awaited and well-deserved break into reality --> process my visa application for KR. It only took me less than 30 mins to have all done. I'm impressed. Now, all I have to do is wait for 2 days to get it.

Rants, coming.....

(KR consulate's swift processing is impressive. A complete opposite to my own country's consular services, which will take forever! It will send any sane person's patience elsewhere)

Not an exaggeration. Believe me, it took me four months to get hold of my new passport. The embassy's online document tracking is ***king useless! By the time I got my passpport and after telling T, he immediately looked it up at PI embassy's site to check the status. (I know, it's no longer necessary but we just wanted to test its reliability). As what we expected (not surprising), the status of my passport is still "in process". To think I recently have it with me and the issuance date, as per first page, is Nov. (Yes, NOVEMBER and I finally got it last month!).

(Tsk, Tsk..money gone wasted for a useless domain)

Moving back to the topic...

Since I'm planning to go there sometime third week this month, my worries are mounting, starting with not getting my desired flight. It's crazy because with so many (daily) flights on-going from JP to KR vice versa, I could not even get any (No-red eye flight, please). Even the expensive ones, weekends and 3/20 (a holiday), are fully-reserved or booked. Not that those happen to be my desired schedules. I want 3/19!

('desired date' defined as cheap fare, and a day before weekend. In this case, before a holiday.)

Second to my main worry, my agent told me that I'll be shifting to another project (the U-project I've been raving for the past months) effective 3/16. Will this be another for the false alarm files? For now, I hope(?!)

Before 2008 ended, part of higher management plans for me is a new assignment effective first week of February. That didn't materialize for unknown reasons. So it was postponed to 3/2. It was disappointing but at same the time, having felt that the dwindling activities in my department as a sign, I was getting positive that 3/2 is finally 'it'. Until days prior to February ended, they postponed it to 3/16. As of the present, no information was given to me whether it will be postponed or not. After all the deferment of effective date, it won't be surprising to hear it next week.

Anyway, granted that 3/16 is it, I will be going against ethics if I do take a break on 3/19 (plus nine days). I could only hope that the new boss, who still remain nameless, will allow me. In fact, I want to meet him, personally, next week or yet hear from the grapevine of his character.

Who knows, 3/16 will be another for the false alarms. If that happens, it would be easier to handle. I mean, my current project mates are aware that I have been longing for a break since December, and certainly, they can't say 'no' to my early Spring break. Unless my travel agent says 'no available seats'.

I am pretty aware that there are loads of other dates in the calendar but this is the best date..yet. It has nothing to do with the zodiac or the alignment of celestial objects above. It's just that my plans for a way longer break on May is in works (lol), and I have decided to slave all April.

if you see hair strands, it only means I haven't been cleaning

2009-03-04T22:38:00.005+09:00

Angel requested me to play the 'bag meme' with my new beige arm candy that I have been raving last week. OK, here it is.

The brand is Beaure (sooo French) but I found out it was made in China (ahh, who knows, labor is China, the rest are of French quality. lol). Anyway, one thing that made me fall in love of it is because it's made of authentic leather.

(Yes, they do fit inside. It so happens that my current read is not-so-thick. Otherwise, I wouldn't even force putting it inside.)

Well, the insides change, especially on weekends. Sometimes, I bring my eyeglasses or dupe wayfarers whichever I deem necessary.

playing defense for Meyer

2009-02-28T01:14:00.011+09:00

How could I not realize sooner that another 'book heaven' is just a few steps away from my nearest bus station?! To think I've been inside that building many times because Daiso happens to be in there as well.

Question to self: Why I never 'thought' of asking, anyway?

Well, better late than never.

If not for D (officemate-slash-neighbour), I would not have found out. This bookstore - Maruzen (a.k.a. my 'book heaven'), I thought, does not sell English books. Even though prior knowledge was at hand that their Ikspiari branch does sell, asking never came to mind. But anyway, enough of the past, I'm just glad that (now) I don't have to go as far as ABC Roppongi or Ikspiari just to buy English books!

So yesterday, I waited for the entire working (Fri)day to end. I was excited for the (then) coming book quest, and already drafted my must-buy list. Anticipation only got more worse for it was snowing (the entire morning), and I was hoping for it to stop because I can't just wait for Saturday. Blame it on my impulsiveness.

Finally, at around 6pm, the snowfall turned to showers. Upon arriving there, I immediately hit the counter, and inquired for the 'English section'. There, the sight of books was enough to make me forget about the freezing f-ing cold waiting for me outside. They have a wide array of books, from Charles Dickens to Barack Obama..and Vogue!? From Italia to British ed.

(Ok, I'm not going to waste my money on fashion mags because they are more of luxury-drooling. Sorry, Anna. Pricewise, one Vogue equates to one good book. Seriously.)

So, here are my additions to my still-non-existent shelf:
Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella. Chick-Lit time!

Eclipse by Stephenie Meyer. Yup, I admit to have been bitten and smitten by Meyer's vampires. It's not addiction. It's more of me being 'current'. Let's just say, something for the grandkids to share with. And besides, I've gone as far as book number 2, why not make it all the way? Even though Bella and Edward annoy me sometimes -- their confessions of undying love are just too much that rolling my eyes while reading often happens.

Breaking Dawn by Stephenie Meyer. (Read above)

I have this theory why some people tend to compare Meyer's vampires to others. The bar was set, thus, critics panned Meyer's version (vampires walking out in the morning, playing baseball..and the so-called special diet). But come to think of it, time evolves and so they must be. Vampires need to conform to the ever-changing society to help conceal their identities. Living for centuries probably bored them.

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P.S. book number 2 (New Moon) was a huge disappointment for me. It would have been better if there were a lot of fight scenes, bloodbath, and Victoria!?

The year of the cow is haunting me.

2009-02-24T21:28:00.004+09:00

It's been two straight nights that I dropped by this particular accessories boutique in Parco (dept. store). And all because of a bag. A pretty beige bad, made of cow skin.

(I know, PETA will kill me).

The price is quite exorbitant for a simple looking but really, good quality bag.

(C'mon, we all know expensive screams quality).

On my second stop (earlier), I was quite saddened because the beige bag was no longer to be found. It was not there. Yesterday, it was there, nestled next to the brown one of the same design.

Getting a heavy feeling that it went to some happy bag hag, I asked the saleslady about it, described it for her with matching hand gestures, and finally, I held the brown bag after remembering that visuals are better than hand gestures.

Having (finally) understood what I meant (that is, after I held the brown bag), she went to the counter, took out some papers that looked like inventory list. She apologized, and told me that it was already sold. Disappointment washed over me.

Broken-hearted, and feeling for my loss, she called their another branch to check if the same beige bag is on-stock. After she hung up, she told the good news that beige bag is on-stock, and assured me that they will have it sent to their branch, just for me. Of course, delighted by this news, I left my name (w/out a contact number because I don't have a mobile phone! I repeat, I. DON'T. HAVE. A. MOBILE. PHONE!) and told her that I'll drop by tomorrow evening to buy it.

Yes, they have my word. And yes, I don't have a mobile phone. That's another story to tell.

It would be a shame not to buy it, right? I mean, with all the hassle I've put them into (even if it's part of their job). And the fact that I really fell in love with the bag, minus the price tag, is worth the reason.

Anyway, I just hope my beige bag candy will be there to meet me. If not, another bag-love lost.

Do me a favor, press fastforward and play Spring.

2009-02-21T23:08:00.017+09:00

My limited culinary skills, and the good weather convinced me to go out, and grab some lunch. I made pretty sure that I be heading for someplace that would not take me fifteen years to get a table. And what better place that be --- at some coffee shop.

As I was approaching Morisia (a mall), there's this small truck parked in front of it with words at the back "Eartquake Experience Vehicle". It's a government sponsored program to allow individuals 'experience' all intensities possible, perhaps. The vehicle is not completely closed, left side fully open; thus, allowing the public to see its interior -- a four-chair dining area. Most volunteers were kids with their mothers, and from the looks on the kids' faces, they had a blast that watching them made me want to try it as well.

I immediately dismissed the thought, and went inside the mall before I gave in to temptation.

Since it was already an hour past lunch, I went to Tully's coffee. Scanning the room for vacant seats, I found them all taken. Across it is McDonald's with a long queue that go beyond its entrance, and instead of joining McD lovers, I decided to saunter around the mall for I was not really that hungry. There, I found out that clearance sales are still on-going, and surprisingly, nothing piqued my interest.

While wandering around, and feeling the weight of my two bags (the other being my camera), I remembered that I was supposed to take pictures of one 'special' tree located near Morisia. That tree was definitely not hard too miss because it looks all pink! Being the only tree that is sprouting with unexpected loads of cherry blossoms made it sooo special, and to think it's still February. (Cherry blossoms or Sakura normally spring to life around late March).
It took me just a few minutes to reach there and have my mission accomplished. After taking a crapload of pictures, I went back inside the mall, and straight to Tully's. Finally, luck was on my side for I found just the right table --- near the window, making it conducive for my reading.

Hours went by, my hot mocha finally went cold, and hotdog sandwich no longer in sight. I still went on with my reading inspite of the many customers pouring inside Tully's. Some customers left the minute they saw that all tables were taken (except for the Smoking area), and still I pretended to be so engrossed. Until the presence of an old lady prompted me to give up my seat.

Minutes before I gave up my precious space, old lady approached the girl sitting next to my table. So they end up about to share table. Feeling guilty and fearing for this branch of Tully's to close business because of my selfishness, I stood up, gathered my tray and offered my table to old lady.

And since it was too early to go back home, I went to another coffee shop -- at Starbucks; and immersed myself (again) to Holden Caulfield's world.

I just told my husband that Marc Jacobs is MORE than being Madonna's stylist for the latest LV ad. With that, he gave me a shrug.

2009-02-18T22:02:00.010+09:00

A few minutes before the "bell rang" (Yes, it's common here. Most Japanese companies have alarming sounds to cue start and end of working hours), I received an email from a former Korean officemate.

He's now in S. Korea (working for our branch there, so technically he's still an officemate), and having told him before (during the infamous farewell party) that my husband works there for another competing company fueled his curiousity. I never thought, after more than 15 days since that 'farewell party' conversation, he would still remember it.

Until something crossed my mind. I remember him saying that my husband's current employer company is one of the most prestigious there, if not in the world. He mentioned how his colleagues find it hard to join the company due to strict and high requirements. Little did he know that my husband has been working for this type of companies for almost 8 years now; that his experience alone is enough to get him in.

And about the email..

First one, sent to four people including me, was a notice of safe arrival (his arrival 15 days ago); It took him that long because he went for a vacayyyy.

The second email was sent only to me. He said he wants to meet my husband. The intention sounds sincere, even insisting on putting my husband's office email in CC -- to which I did. After sending my reply that began with the ever cliche 'How are you?', he replied. This time, directly to my husband's address. Like any friendly stranger, he gave a brief introduction about himself and how he came to know me, and invited my husband for dinner somewhere Seoul.

Not really sure if T agrees but I told him (over Skype) to give it a chance. I convinced further that Korean boy is quite funny, young (like 2 yrs older than us), easy to talk with, and the last time I had a conversation with him was not at all boring.

If they do meet up, I sense awkwardness until soju starts kicking in.

Dreams are free, might as well dream big. And they better be realistic.

2009-02-15T17:03:00.010+09:00

I often heard that in order to turn one's wish into reality, writing it down (the least) or shouting it out loud for the rest of the world to go deaf (the most) will add to the pressure of wanting it. To the extent, the want becomes a need.

As you can see, on the left part (just below my profile), I have listed in no particular order the wishes that I want to make real in the future. There are no deadlines because writing them is enough pressure to me, let alone putting a target date for accomplishment of every wish.

1.) EU trip! (with exclamation mark for effect). I had thought of it way back then but never really considered it as a possibility. When Fe (a former officemate and friend) went backpacking alone for an EU trip last December, the thought of doing the same sank in after seeing her beautiful pictures. No doubt , I got ~~jealous~~ inspired. Other than that, I have always wanted to see the other side of the world. It's like I don't want to settle for what I see in travel books; I want to see them for real.

Skipping no. 2

3.) A huge shelf full of my favorite books. In progress. Though no huge shelf on sight yet.

4.) Get rid of my braces. I have been wearing them since August 2005. Though getting rid of them is still subject to my dentist's perusal. The gap, which prompted me to have them in the first place, is no longer visible. Other than that, I have to thank them (braces) for doing great wonders to my teeth and smile. lol.

5.) Write good poetry. I have a few compositions. But I feel that I have yet to compose a masterpiece. lol.

6.) New project -U! It's work-related and highly confidential, so I'm not divulging any details. And yes, I soooo want it to commence. Hopefully, beginning March.

7.) Release of my renewed passport. I couldn't count the times I vent my frustrations about it. I even wrote some here, here and here.

8.) Visit T in KR. This is ONLY possible once no.7 takes into effect.

9.) Watch PBA with T (he loves it, I'm tagging along). For those who are not aware what PBA is, well it's Philippines' counterpart of NBA. In return, he has to watch a Mariah Carey concert with me. He knows I'm one of her lambs, so he's left with no choice but to tag along...only if such concert is scheduled to take place near us.

10.) Visit Angkor Wat. It's all about the architecture, the rich history behind those walls.

Cupid's arrows will miss me because my reflex parallels that of Bush

2009-02-11T16:32:00.006+09:00

Valentines' day is overrated. Next to Christmas, perhaps.

Both send excitement to every advertising agency, mall, flower shop, or Hollywood exec because of the moolah that every pair of lovebirds (or in the case of Christmas, an individual who just received a bonus + 13th month pay) are willing to shell out.

It's a common knowledge that businessmen use V-day as a (very effective) ploy to lure lovebirds. They take advantage of human's main weakness - love. I can only be left awed by peoples' actions when in lurveee. They are prone to going at extreme lengths just to prove their undying devotion to their partners.

(And looking back, I was awed by my own actions as well)

OK, I admit. I had my fair share of having been a victim of businessmen V-day ploy. Count me in as one of the million red artpaper consumers during Valentines. Credits to my grade school teachers for letting me partake, and to my parents for playing as end-users.

(pause)

Wait. Am I just a boring, living witness of the world that my memories of Valentines are just about numerous art projects in grade school? It can't be, right.

OK, I admit (again). I did receive flowers way back bf-less days. It was sooo awkward that it failed to fall under good memories. (So technically that makes me NOT a victim of businessmen V-day ploy)

Lucky for me, I will be spared (again) by this V-day ploy. Like last year. And the year before last year.

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Moving on...

To my only Valentine,

I am still sooo much in love ~~that I want to keep you in my bag~~

I could tell the many ways but my investment of a bucketful of tears tops it all. And yes, you're the only man that caused me to bawl 'til my eyes hurt (of course, I no longer do this and hopefully, never in the future). On another extreme, your corny jokes never fail to make me laugh or give me out a fake laugh. So fake you can guess it right then, and not feel offended at all.

Our fights are numerous (mostly, petty and absurd) but at the end of the day (or two days after), we're bound to patch things up -- which holds true since.

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If truth be told, T and I never had a Valentines date (because even then, our distance is making it impossible). Secretly though, we've always wanted to date and join Lovapaloozas because that would be the right excuse for us to kiss fifteen minutes, passionately in public. lol.

No, T and I will attend to giggle at couples kissing.

This Saturday would be as usual. We'll see each other via Skype and talk endlessly about the 80s..or he lets me guess a tune in one of his lone guitar sessions.

a not so well spent weekend

2009-02-08T18:39:00.011+09:00

If reading New Moon, watching American History X, and cleaning the house fits the perfect definition of a well spent Sunday, then I should change the title.

Earlier, I was planning on taking a walk, and breathe fresh (cold) air but for some reason that could only be attributed to laziness was preventing me from doing so. Other than that, I really don't see any PARTICULAR reinforcement to get my butt from my seat. If only I don't have food in the ref, I would be out by now.

Or is it that cold weather is discouraging me from going out?

Sensing that I was supposed to do something, I took out my moleskine to check what were my plans for the weekend; and these were the to-dos:

Saturday (7) - read 'New Moon'

Sunday (8) - get a haircut(?)
(Yes, I wrote a question mark in parentheses next to haircut. It means tentative.)

As if the need to check my planner is necessary, there's not much to miss at all. It's like my routine on weekends are soo predictable that I can sense it two days before it happens. Not that I'm complaining. I just wish I planned something out of ordinary...like hunting for Patrick Starfish(?!)

Saturday turned out as planned, while Sunday to-do never materialized.

Before concluding it as procrastination (sort of), the haircut experience would be my first time here (because I always have it done in Cebu).

Considering the risk involved, precautionary measures are required. (1) Language barrier is possible. As a solution, I'm thinking of showing a photo of my desired haircut, then we proceed to business in peace. (2) I haven't decided on what style to get, so I bought a Japanese mag in the hope of getting the desired photo. (3) I am scouting, still, for affordable salons. I know it's just hair, and will grow back eventually, but please consider that it's still an expenditure.

Well, the haircut to-do has been delayed since January, so might as well I stop writing it for the time being. Anyway, keeping my hair long (for now) serves well against cold weather.

My hair would have to wait for Spring.

25 things

2009-02-06T22:43:00.004+09:00

Everybody seems to be doing the 25 things list. And guess what? I'm jumping on the bandwagon.

Skip everything if it makes you puke.

1. I'm married and currently, into long-distance relationship. I know, you might wonder why the hell I got married when I don't live under the same roof with my man(?!) Well you're not the first one to wonder; my mom had the same reaction..and I could only utter 'because I love him'.

2. Sometimes, shopping with company peeves me that my husband and I meet somewhere after doing our rounds; especially, clothes-shopping. It's just that I can't stand having someone tailing me while raiding the racks.

3. I love stripes that I want to have every clothing in Margot Tenenbaum's wardrobe (except the fur!). And I wouldn't mind being a zebra in the afterlife.

4. In highschool, I have this bad habit of chewing my nails that annoys my father a lot. My nails were so short that scratching my head was like rubbing my head.

5. In 2004 'til 2006, I suffered acne. The worst, perhaps, in the history of mankind! My pimples were sooo huge, bumpy, yuck and all over my face. I resorted to all sorts of remedies that promise good results but unfortunately, they only made the situation worse. Until I met Clinique (shameless plugging). Now, I'm pimple-free. Except for some teeny-weeny ones before periods.

6. I hoard lipgloss and balms. Mostly bought from drugstores.

Nude Bon Bon lipglosses are my current favorite.

7. I will resume wearing my rings (engagement and wedding) this spring because winter is causing my hands to numb; thus, the need to wear gloves. If I wear them (the rings), I might not feel losing them. If I lose them, I will never forgive myself.

8. In my younger days (late eighties to early nineties), I with my gay brother and younger sis play paperdolls on summers. We created a lot of paperdolls and (almost everyday) held Ms. Universe pageants. Weird is that, of all the countries in the world, I always prefer to represent Mexico. I think, the spelling appealed me.

9. Skips breakfast but I always make it up for lunch.

10. I wear black often.

11. Closing time announcement in malls, dept. stores, grocery or wherever causes me to panic. What phobia is it called anyway? Not claustrophobia, for sure. While searching for it in the net..I found this:

Arachibutyrophobia- Fear of peanut butter sticking to the roof of the mouth. Seriously(?)

12. I miss having a cat. My last pet (Mingkoy), an orange tomcat of unknown breed, left without meowing goodbye. It broke my heart.

13. My degree is BS Accountancy. Passed the board and and got to practice my profession , in a private corporation, for a year and four months. Since then, the universe led me somewhere I never imagined and made me forget about financial statements.

14. I wear glasses ONLY when watching movies (in cinema) or powerpoint presentations.

15. When my parents purchased OUR first ever PC, the first 2D game I got addicted to was 'House of the Dead'.

16. Amy Winehouse should get back to making good music and start gaining weight.

17. My boss changed a lot since site assignment. Just to feed our curiousity as to his unexpected change of favorable behaviour, my officemates and I (jokingly) credit the wonders and magic of Thai massage.

18. I badly need a haircut.

19. T (my husband) and I, whenever we ran out of better conversation, end up talking about the 80's; from music, pinoy showbizzzz to shoulder pads. It's just one of our favorite topics.

20 Haven't had the chance to read nor see (in full-length) LOTR. Shame on me.

21. If under stress, depressed or anxious, my appetite is not at its best.

22. In my younger days (again), my parents strictly enforced household chores even those times we had helpers. I was assigned to do jalousie-cleaning. Being an asthmatic, my parents should have known better that exposing me to dust will only aggravate my condition that may lead to death (I always use my weakness as an excuse). Well, my argument won. However, that didn't excuse me from dishwashing.

23. Just heard my rice cooker beep. (translation: dinner time!!)

24. It's 10:31 pm.

25. TGIF!

feeling the earth move

2009-02-01T14:54:00.007+09:00

The 1st of February greeted me with a ~~bang~~ shake!

It happened again. Earthquake!

It woke me up. My bed was shaking for ten minutes (i think). My eyes opened against will and I mentally argued if hiding beneath the table and resume my sleeping there is really necessary. Immediately erased those thoughts and instead, I pulled my sheets and hid beneath as the early morning light was penetrating through the window curtain.

I thought for a second, before succumbing back to sleep, that I wouldn't mind dying right then, just with shirt and underwear (though not my ideal death scene). This self-deliberation was done while the earth was shaking..still.

Fact: I'm not suicidal. I am in love with life.

It's just that earthquakes or tremors happen too often here that I treat it as a normal circumstance. In our office, if it's bearable, people resume work - with style (helmets on and survival bag ready). They don't evacuate unless the magnitude (perhaps) reach a certain level of intolerance. It's most likely I got my certain insensitivity towards tremors from them.

Well of course, I was not like THAT before.

In 2004, I experienced my first ever earthquake in Tokyo. It was night time, and I was about to sleep. Then suddenly the whole room shook. Being a 5th floor tenant, the shaking was insane so my immediate reflex was a scream (I yelled "Little!"; my officemate-slash-nextdoor-neighbour). I reached for the door and went out, but a bit surprised not to see people populating the hall as I would have expected. It's like NOTHING happened. Not even sounds from neighbouring doors were heard. The hall was just the way as I would normally see, eerie. I closed the door, went inside and glad the tremor stopped.

The next day, me and my officemates were talking about what had happened last night. I shared my experience and the next thing I knew, my little scream fest became an inside joke --- An officemate would then swear, who lives in 9th floor, that my scream echoed its way there.

From then on, and having gone through numerous mild earthquakes in Japan, I no longer react in panic. I just heave a big sigh (read: here we go again).

Not that I've completely gone fearless. Tremors as powerful as to cause structures to collapse is a different story. Without a doubt, THAT is scary. *shivers at the thought of it*

Danag who?

2009-01-31T22:18:00.004+09:00

My Saturday started out so late that everything happened way too late as well. I mean, I had lunch past 2pm, went out to starbucks around 7pm and continued my read on Twilight, and shopped for grocery around 9pm(!)

Yes, I confess, my time management skills don't work on weekends. Like Saturday is cut short. (note to self: don't EVER forget to set the alarm to 9am on weekends.)

Speaking of Twilight, I'm on my way to Chapter 9.

Now don't call me slow. Let it be known (to all) that I only read on weekends. It's been my rule. There's just much to do after work that reading a book is the least thing I'd be doing. As much as it's tempting to catch up with my read, I just can't. Though there were times I managed to read a chapter before sleeping.

And just to satisfy people's curiousity(?) over the after-work activities that preoccupies me, those are nothing but normal chores of a girl living alone; like cooking for my dinner (unless my laziness reigns, a bento from Seiyu is always the substitute), washing the clutter thereafter (i can't stand dirty kitchen!), Skype sessions with T (a must!), press my pants because I don't iron on weekends (hate this chore); take a half-bath (this would mean excluding the hair from getting wet); and if I have little time left before finally calling it a day, I check my emails or browse the net 'til past 12.

On to Twilight (again), Chapter 7 mentioned about Danag (a Filipino vampire).

As quoted from Meyer's book, Danag is "Supposedly responsible for planting taro on the islands long ago. The myth continued that the Danag worked with humans for many years, but the partnership ended one day when a woman cut her finger and a Danag sucked her wound, enjoying the taste so much that it drained her body completely of blood."

This caught me by surprised because I am not aware of him/it. I've heard of Dracula, Lestat...now, Edward Cullen; but Danag - never.

So like any curious individual, I typed 'Danag' in Google search, and to my surprise (again), Wikipedia doesn't know him but BlogCatalog list 4 results. I checked the dates of those blogposts that mentioned him and judging from the date, people probably became aware of Danag after reading Twilight (like me).

Not sure where Ms. Meyer got this folklore. I should know; I'm a Filipino. But seriously, never heard of him (or it). I doubt my parents or great great great grandparents are aware as well.

What's the party for?

2009-01-26T20:36:00.012+09:00

My project mates are throwing a 'farewell' party for me and two others. I knew about the plan last week because they were voting the best day for it. Today, instead of making me feel excited of the upcoming new assignment, made me awkward because no official notice was yet given (to me), and as to details of my supposed new space, supervisor, team, etc.

Now I feel like not joining. It just defeats the purpose on my part.

The other two deserves the party more because this week is their last week (and will be taking part in other/new projects). I, on the other hand, will carry on. It's either they love me so much or they feel pity for me because no word yet from the powers-that-be as to my start in U-project.

It goes without saying that keeping me will keep me occupied. *pun intended*

Worst is that others are actually (now) aware of my postponed departure from P project. I could see myself, in the party, at loss for words if asked to give a short speech. I could perhaps, banter about this as a false alarm and add a heartfelt 'thank you'.

Feeling a bit disappointed that showed way too obvious in my face, my sixty-something (yes, it's common here) officemate asked whether if I'm not happy with P project.

"No", I said.

He asked, "How come you don't want to go to site (Thailand)?'

I gave him one of my two reasons, ''My husband won't allow me." Then continued "because of time difference issues".

"Your husband is a disturb", he concluded. And said something about why do I have to get my husband's permission. (I swear, those were the exact words)

I responded "It's called compromise", while mentally analyzing what he meant by disturb. Vocabulary tells me that disturb is a verb; he probably meant hindrance.

He chuckled and continued his way to the door while shaking his head, sideways. In disbelief(?)

An hour later, in Bus 51 for Tsudanuma stn., I realized that with all that is about to happen compared to what people have lost due to recession, I should be thankful.