-Mashitta (a restaurant at University Mall) serves instant ramen!!! :(
-men complicate matters too much
-the Henry Sy Sr. Hall was designed by Leandro Locsin
-one particular stall at Animo Biz serves SUGAR BUKO WATER!!! *cry* :(((((
-Clementine is a girly name. No... :(((
One particular stall at Animo Biz serves sugar-infused coconut water
A fan of fresh coconut water, I was delighted to find that a stall in Animo Biz sold "fresh" coconut water for twenty pesos; and so I bought one cup and took a sip. To my surprise, it did not taste anything like buko at all. It tasted sugar-weird, but I inhaled the entire cup all down, using my finger to scoop in the shreds of buko which I think were the only safe, decent things inside that drink. I felt unhealthy after that, so guiltily unhealthy so that I promised I'd run all the sugar away that afternoon when I do my usual 2.5 km run on the streets.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Sunday, June 29, 2014
5.7 [Tabloid 7]
Headline: Snatcher Todas sa 'Mystery Man'
The reason this headline appealed to me is that I really did not know what the word "todas" meant. I then asked my mom, being always a great resource whenever it came to hard Filipino vocabulary, what it meant; and she explained that it meant "patay" or "dead." A second reason would be that a "mystery man" subject always seemed interesting, given that the names of both the snatcher and the mystery man are not given. Why a tabloid headline would give such a vague, indefinite title provokes much thought.
I was at the counter of a grocery store in Quezon when, at the corner of my eye I saw a vision of one man mysteriously walking around a shelf of wine bottles. I kept a close watch on him. That man--a tall, dark-skinned, dark-haired figure--looked over at a bottle and drew it from the shelf. He held up so as to look at the label properly. Shaking the bottle slowly, he slipped it inside an eco bag that looked like a shopping bag. After a while, he took about five bags of chips from another shelf and proceeded to the counter to pay, after which he walked out of the door without even paying for the bottle of wine.
Outside the grocery store, a beggar with raggedy clothes interrupts him and asks for money. The man ignored the beggar. The beggar, however, kept begging for money, even resorting to following after the man as the man walked away.
After such time when the man had already enough of the beggar's panhandling, the man stood still and looked into the distance, as if to deliberately show a sign of unconcern. The beggar, startlingly, intercepted the man's eco bag which had the stolen bottle of wine in it. Furious, the man pushed the beggar to the ground and beat the beggar up until the beggar bled and died on the spot.
Claiming his wine bottle back, the man started to the opposite direction when, from a hidden corner, a mysterious man showed up and started toward the man with the wine bottle. The mysterious man pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot the other man.
The man with the wine bottle fell to the ground, dead beside the beggar that had just died
Both snatchers died that day.
The reason this headline appealed to me is that I really did not know what the word "todas" meant. I then asked my mom, being always a great resource whenever it came to hard Filipino vocabulary, what it meant; and she explained that it meant "patay" or "dead." A second reason would be that a "mystery man" subject always seemed interesting, given that the names of both the snatcher and the mystery man are not given. Why a tabloid headline would give such a vague, indefinite title provokes much thought.
I was at the counter of a grocery store in Quezon when, at the corner of my eye I saw a vision of one man mysteriously walking around a shelf of wine bottles. I kept a close watch on him. That man--a tall, dark-skinned, dark-haired figure--looked over at a bottle and drew it from the shelf. He held up so as to look at the label properly. Shaking the bottle slowly, he slipped it inside an eco bag that looked like a shopping bag. After a while, he took about five bags of chips from another shelf and proceeded to the counter to pay, after which he walked out of the door without even paying for the bottle of wine.
Outside the grocery store, a beggar with raggedy clothes interrupts him and asks for money. The man ignored the beggar. The beggar, however, kept begging for money, even resorting to following after the man as the man walked away.
After such time when the man had already enough of the beggar's panhandling, the man stood still and looked into the distance, as if to deliberately show a sign of unconcern. The beggar, startlingly, intercepted the man's eco bag which had the stolen bottle of wine in it. Furious, the man pushed the beggar to the ground and beat the beggar up until the beggar bled and died on the spot.
Claiming his wine bottle back, the man started to the opposite direction when, from a hidden corner, a mysterious man showed up and started toward the man with the wine bottle. The mysterious man pulled a gun out of his pocket and shot the other man.
The man with the wine bottle fell to the ground, dead beside the beggar that had just died
Both snatchers died that day.
Saturday, June 28, 2014
5.6 [Tabloid 6]
Headline: KALBARYO: Sangkap sa paggawa ng tinapay, magtataas na rin
After staring at the headline for a few minutes and still not figuring out what "kalbaryo" meant, I gave the third degree to my Filipino-word-smart mother. She explained that "kalbaryo" meant something like "Calvary" which suggests suffering. The headline made me wonder what the appreciation of the value of a certain bread ingredient had to do with suffering. To say the least, the word "suffering" sounded much too heavy a word for anything that had to do with a bread ingredient, which could have been anything from yeast to flour to specialized bread improvers. A fan of bread and bake shops like Bread Talk, I ultimately had to agree with the idea that an increase in the price of a bread ingredient, thus resulting in more expensive bread, is a lot of suffering. The 55-peso "flosss bread" of Bread Talk would probably have to increase in price as well. That would be devastating.
After staring at the headline for a few minutes and still not figuring out what "kalbaryo" meant, I gave the third degree to my Filipino-word-smart mother. She explained that "kalbaryo" meant something like "Calvary" which suggests suffering. The headline made me wonder what the appreciation of the value of a certain bread ingredient had to do with suffering. To say the least, the word "suffering" sounded much too heavy a word for anything that had to do with a bread ingredient, which could have been anything from yeast to flour to specialized bread improvers. A fan of bread and bake shops like Bread Talk, I ultimately had to agree with the idea that an increase in the price of a bread ingredient, thus resulting in more expensive bread, is a lot of suffering. The 55-peso "flosss bread" of Bread Talk would probably have to increase in price as well. That would be devastating.
Friday, June 27, 2014
5.5 [Tabloid 5]
Headline: Not Guilty: Revilla, Napoles, Cambe humarap sa Sandiganbayan
I imagined three people face the judge pitifully. Their lives are at stake because the day of their death sentence draws near. They plead to the court with hopes that their lives be saved somehow. The judge finds favor upon them due to the strangest circumstance of liver fluke (fasciolosis) and other liver problems. He did did not like the idea of killing people. Hence, the criminals are set free.
Three serial killers dwelt among the townspeople of Bayan. Revilla kills for a living. Napoles kills for fun. Cambre does not even know he kills--it's been second nature to him. Each day, there are reports of unknown deaths and townspeople missing. People have for so long been searching for the culprit/s behind this tragedy, but the culprit/s are no where to be found.
Not long after, three of them are caught jabbing a male supermodel in the belly with a knife. The male supermodel does not last long, but the three serial killers are captured and brought to the court where they face the judge. The judge sentences to have them killed five days after.
On the third day of their trial period, the criminals beg the judge for mercy.
For some reason, the judge was in the thick of bad liver problems. He decides that if he sends these people off to execution, karma might strike back. He did not want that. He then set them free.
The three killers go on with their usual lives in harming innocent people just for the heck of it.
I imagined three people face the judge pitifully. Their lives are at stake because the day of their death sentence draws near. They plead to the court with hopes that their lives be saved somehow. The judge finds favor upon them due to the strangest circumstance of liver fluke (fasciolosis) and other liver problems. He did did not like the idea of killing people. Hence, the criminals are set free.
Three serial killers dwelt among the townspeople of Bayan. Revilla kills for a living. Napoles kills for fun. Cambre does not even know he kills--it's been second nature to him. Each day, there are reports of unknown deaths and townspeople missing. People have for so long been searching for the culprit/s behind this tragedy, but the culprit/s are no where to be found.
Not long after, three of them are caught jabbing a male supermodel in the belly with a knife. The male supermodel does not last long, but the three serial killers are captured and brought to the court where they face the judge. The judge sentences to have them killed five days after.
On the third day of their trial period, the criminals beg the judge for mercy.
For some reason, the judge was in the thick of bad liver problems. He decides that if he sends these people off to execution, karma might strike back. He did not want that. He then set them free.
The three killers go on with their usual lives in harming innocent people just for the heck of it.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
5.4 [Tabloid 4]
Headline: Kahit si Erap: Revilla, Napoles, Cambe humarap sa Sandiganbayan
Now this is something I have not yet read about on papers. Without prior knowledge on the subject, I would imagine the scene as something like a ceremonial event. Revilla, Napoles, and Cambe, three noble human beings, face a prince for an awarding. Erap, the least noble, joins the three for the award.
After risking their lives and saving humankind from supernatural forces, Prince Sandi decides to reward three heroes who have done great. Those three heroes are namely Revilla, Napoles, and Cambe. Revilla, having lost a limb after ramming his body onto a wall, now feels an "incomplete" human being. Napoles and Cambe almost lost their hearing from an explosion outside a building.
During the awarding ceremony, Revilla, Napoles, and Cambe stand on a platform and receive their tokens. The prince gives them each a bag of gold and treasury and hangs some metal around their necks. While on stage, the prince from a distance notices a strange but familiar person and calls on him. His name is Erap. Erap had also fought during the uprising, but due to fear, he ran back home and dedicated the rest of the time to treating wounded people instead. Although he felt less noble than the rest, the prince still called him to the front and rewarded him.
Now this is something I have not yet read about on papers. Without prior knowledge on the subject, I would imagine the scene as something like a ceremonial event. Revilla, Napoles, and Cambe, three noble human beings, face a prince for an awarding. Erap, the least noble, joins the three for the award.
After risking their lives and saving humankind from supernatural forces, Prince Sandi decides to reward three heroes who have done great. Those three heroes are namely Revilla, Napoles, and Cambe. Revilla, having lost a limb after ramming his body onto a wall, now feels an "incomplete" human being. Napoles and Cambe almost lost their hearing from an explosion outside a building.
During the awarding ceremony, Revilla, Napoles, and Cambe stand on a platform and receive their tokens. The prince gives them each a bag of gold and treasury and hangs some metal around their necks. While on stage, the prince from a distance notices a strange but familiar person and calls on him. His name is Erap. Erap had also fought during the uprising, but due to fear, he ran back home and dedicated the rest of the time to treating wounded people instead. Although he felt less noble than the rest, the prince still called him to the front and rewarded him.
Wednesday, June 25, 2014
5.3 [Tabloid 3]
Headline: Think Positive: Trillanes kina Estrada at Revilla: ngumiti, magtiis
Taking no account of the real issue, I thought that the headline story read funny. It seemed like a scene wherein two new criminals enter the prison cells and a person from within the cells welcomes them warmly with a smile. The two new prisoners meet this older prisoner with shocked faces. The older prisoner cheers on them and says "Welcome to the circus!" Keeping in mind that these people may have known each other from previous affiliations, it seemed a funny scene because of the welcome. It reminded me of some cartoon shows I've watched as a kid.
Two newly-convicted murderers named Estrada and Revilla walk into the dungeon-like city jail, accompanied by a band of police officers. As they walk in, they survey the scene of the place. It was definitely not a pleasant place to be. It was dusty, eerie, and it smelled worse than rotten liver. Estrada hangs his head low, and Revilla squints at the sight of a man urinating on the floor. Cockroaches crawl around mats on the ground where people sleep on. Some beds were as filthy as ever, with damp, soggy mattresses and tattered blankets. They enter one of the cells and get locked in.
Inside that cell, they encounter a familiar face in the next cell. That other person's name is Trillanes. Trillanes flashes an evil grin at them and says "At last, you've finally come... This is twenty years of your life in hell!" Both new prisoners look at him and then ignore him. They just sit on the ground, squashing each cockroach that came their way.
Taking no account of the real issue, I thought that the headline story read funny. It seemed like a scene wherein two new criminals enter the prison cells and a person from within the cells welcomes them warmly with a smile. The two new prisoners meet this older prisoner with shocked faces. The older prisoner cheers on them and says "Welcome to the circus!" Keeping in mind that these people may have known each other from previous affiliations, it seemed a funny scene because of the welcome. It reminded me of some cartoon shows I've watched as a kid.
Two newly-convicted murderers named Estrada and Revilla walk into the dungeon-like city jail, accompanied by a band of police officers. As they walk in, they survey the scene of the place. It was definitely not a pleasant place to be. It was dusty, eerie, and it smelled worse than rotten liver. Estrada hangs his head low, and Revilla squints at the sight of a man urinating on the floor. Cockroaches crawl around mats on the ground where people sleep on. Some beds were as filthy as ever, with damp, soggy mattresses and tattered blankets. They enter one of the cells and get locked in.
Inside that cell, they encounter a familiar face in the next cell. That other person's name is Trillanes. Trillanes flashes an evil grin at them and says "At last, you've finally come... This is twenty years of your life in hell!" Both new prisoners look at him and then ignore him. They just sit on the ground, squashing each cockroach that came their way.
Tuesday, June 24, 2014
5.2 [Tabloid 2]
Headline: Papa's Boy: Jinggoy, sumuko muna kay Erap bago sa PNP
It's hard to talk about the headline without squeezing in political opinion. But politics aside, I would say "Aww, shucks. How adorable! c:" I would imagine a little boy named Jinggoy saying "Daddy, I'm off to prison now. Could you give me a hug?" He would be saying this with a naive smile on his face. Erap, with his head hung low, would be patting his son on the shoulder saying "You go now, son." Jinggoy enters the cell and freaks out after seeing rats, cockroaches, dust bunnies, and food mess all around.
It's hard to talk about the headline without squeezing in political opinion. But politics aside, I would say "Aww, shucks. How adorable! c:" I would imagine a little boy named Jinggoy saying "Daddy, I'm off to prison now. Could you give me a hug?" He would be saying this with a naive smile on his face. Erap, with his head hung low, would be patting his son on the shoulder saying "You go now, son." Jinggoy enters the cell and freaks out after seeing rats, cockroaches, dust bunnies, and food mess all around.
Monday, June 23, 2014
5.1 [Tabloid 1]
Headline: NAPILAY: Senate minority, sinong papalit kay Enrile?
The recent news brought about by the public regarding three imprisoned senators was not a shocking one. From the time of the senatorial elections last May, I already had the hunch that something like this was bound to happen. Other recent news about a group of three senators convening to discuss their 2016 plans is even more disconcerting. By then, I would already have been qualified to vote. They say history repeats itself, and I would like to think that bringing history back could sometimes be a good thing. But the outcome of the senatorial elections last year is dissapointing, and its end (well, we still have until two more years) results dreadful (PDAF scams, Philippine-China territorial disputes, Zamboanga City ceasefire hoax, etc.), even in the face of some positive events. Voting was meant to be a virtuous activity. As a child I used to have it in mind that senators, especially Juan Ponce Enrile, were great people. I remember thinking two years ago of Enrile as a wise old man, especially during the trial period of CJ Corona. Today, the Senate President that he was is now in prison. Two years from now, the country's next president would be representing us from inside his prison cell. We would be caged-bird Philippines all over again.
Pro-Tempore Jinggoy Estrada was supposed to have been Enrile's next-in-line. Sadly, they're both in prison. Seven years ago, Enrile's was preceded by Manny Villar during the Arroyo regime. Do we take him back? No wait, we can't. Section IV of Article VI.
I carry a constitution with me every day, but I'm neither politician nor lawyer. I just love knowing about justice and political controversies--and I know my law very well. I used to love listening to debates at the Upper House (literally the upper floor) back in the day, during the regime of Ramon Magsaysay. Well, I'm 89 now. It's been a long 89 years immersing myself in good old politics. My wife thinks it's a dull, boring lifestyle; but I think it's great.
Today's politics is insufferable. The ruling class is comprised of great men but equally poor politicians. Where are the noble politicians of today? Hey, if only I ran for position a long time ago. I would have been good. Seriously.
The recent news brought about by the public regarding three imprisoned senators was not a shocking one. From the time of the senatorial elections last May, I already had the hunch that something like this was bound to happen. Other recent news about a group of three senators convening to discuss their 2016 plans is even more disconcerting. By then, I would already have been qualified to vote. They say history repeats itself, and I would like to think that bringing history back could sometimes be a good thing. But the outcome of the senatorial elections last year is dissapointing, and its end (well, we still have until two more years) results dreadful (PDAF scams, Philippine-China territorial disputes, Zamboanga City ceasefire hoax, etc.), even in the face of some positive events. Voting was meant to be a virtuous activity. As a child I used to have it in mind that senators, especially Juan Ponce Enrile, were great people. I remember thinking two years ago of Enrile as a wise old man, especially during the trial period of CJ Corona. Today, the Senate President that he was is now in prison. Two years from now, the country's next president would be representing us from inside his prison cell. We would be caged-bird Philippines all over again.
Pro-Tempore Jinggoy Estrada was supposed to have been Enrile's next-in-line. Sadly, they're both in prison. Seven years ago, Enrile's was preceded by Manny Villar during the Arroyo regime. Do we take him back? No wait, we can't. Section IV of Article VI.
I carry a constitution with me every day, but I'm neither politician nor lawyer. I just love knowing about justice and political controversies--and I know my law very well. I used to love listening to debates at the Upper House (literally the upper floor) back in the day, during the regime of Ramon Magsaysay. Well, I'm 89 now. It's been a long 89 years immersing myself in good old politics. My wife thinks it's a dull, boring lifestyle; but I think it's great.
Today's politics is insufferable. The ruling class is comprised of great men but equally poor politicians. Where are the noble politicians of today? Hey, if only I ran for position a long time ago. I would have been good. Seriously.
Sunday, June 22, 2014
4.7
[inside Book Sale]
G1: sorry, I'm not a Stephen King fan, but I now read The Green Mile because of the film...it will be showing here soon.
G2: Oh, really? And you should try reading his books. I liked Apt Pupil and The Body. As for his novels, I liked The Stand and Thinner. They're really good books. This one [reaches out for a book] was almost okay but the ending really sucked. I think King almost always resorts to aliens when he can't think of a suitable ending.
[they begin to walk out the door from this point]
G1: I haven't read any of his works... I have this feeling that I might not be able to put them down when I start... But I like Anne Rice and Shakespeare...haha
G2: Anne Rice's prose is too unwieldy...and syrupy...
G1: I heard that Stephen King's wife is actually responsible for writing some of his works?
G2: That's most likely not true... Although Tabitha King is also a novelist, Stephen King admits she helps a lot by being his first reader and in giving suggestions...
G1: sorry, I'm not a Stephen King fan, but I now read The Green Mile because of the film...it will be showing here soon.
G2: Oh, really? And you should try reading his books. I liked Apt Pupil and The Body. As for his novels, I liked The Stand and Thinner. They're really good books. This one [reaches out for a book] was almost okay but the ending really sucked. I think King almost always resorts to aliens when he can't think of a suitable ending.
[they begin to walk out the door from this point]
G1: I haven't read any of his works... I have this feeling that I might not be able to put them down when I start... But I like Anne Rice and Shakespeare...haha
G2: Anne Rice's prose is too unwieldy...and syrupy...
G1: I heard that Stephen King's wife is actually responsible for writing some of his works?
G2: That's most likely not true... Although Tabitha King is also a novelist, Stephen King admits she helps a lot by being his first reader and in giving suggestions...
Saturday, June 21, 2014
4.6
G1: May brand sa loob ng Robinsons department store for big girls...it's for plus-sized women, relatively cheap considering good ang selection
G2: ah thank you! sige next time we go shopping there, we'll try those places
G2: naghahanap kasi ako para sa tita
G1: ano siya, plus-sized din?
G2: oo eh...ganun na din...
G1: try mo sa Marks and Spencer may big sizes sila dun, o kaya sa plus size department ng department store. meron din swimwear. ano po ba size niya, if you don't mind?
G2: 34 siya
G1: ah mas madaming choices sa greenhills sa tiangge at sa mall
G2: ah thank you! sige next time we go shopping there, we'll try those places
G2: naghahanap kasi ako para sa tita
G1: ano siya, plus-sized din?
G2: oo eh...ganun na din...
G1: try mo sa Marks and Spencer may big sizes sila dun, o kaya sa plus size department ng department store. meron din swimwear. ano po ba size niya, if you don't mind?
G2: 34 siya
G1: ah mas madaming choices sa greenhills sa tiangge at sa mall
Friday, June 20, 2014
4.5
G1: why do you expect everyone or everything to be perfect ba? Ano naman ang gustong gawin nung tao? Maging santo? [laughs uncontrollably] Marahil hindi siya yung hopeless...
B1: Santo? Santo na pala ang tawag sa taong may common sense at konting malasakit para sa kapwa... Konting common sense at malasakit lang naman ang kailangan. Too bad wala nito ang karamihan ng nagcocommute na Pinoy...
G1: ewan ko sayo, maghanap ka ng kausap mo
B1: haha...instead of admitting how dysfunctional the society is, you criticize the person speaking the truth. Such a typical defense mechanism reply of a typical Pinoy. Kulang kasi sa hindsight ang karamihan sa ating mga kababayan. Sa ibang bansa very strict talaga kaya may order
G1: ignoranteng siga
B1: Ignoranteng siga ka diyan. Ganito na ba talaga kahirap i-change ang mentality ng pinoy?
B1: Santo? Santo na pala ang tawag sa taong may common sense at konting malasakit para sa kapwa... Konting common sense at malasakit lang naman ang kailangan. Too bad wala nito ang karamihan ng nagcocommute na Pinoy...
G1: ewan ko sayo, maghanap ka ng kausap mo
B1: haha...instead of admitting how dysfunctional the society is, you criticize the person speaking the truth. Such a typical defense mechanism reply of a typical Pinoy. Kulang kasi sa hindsight ang karamihan sa ating mga kababayan. Sa ibang bansa very strict talaga kaya may order
G1: ignoranteng siga
B1: Ignoranteng siga ka diyan. Ganito na ba talaga kahirap i-change ang mentality ng pinoy?
Thursday, June 19, 2014
4.4
Girl Runner 1: Sunday morning sana maganda, kaya lang me lakad ako this week
Girl Runner 2: If you want to go, sa 9th na lang siguro, we can start mga 5 to 5:30 am...kahit from mckinley hills lang, then balik high street
Girl Runner 1: Malabo saturday mornings...my shift ends at 6:30 am...medyo mainit na nun
Girl Runner 2: may group na tumatakbo sa around Lawton Ave, McKinley, Heritage, and High Street...
Girl Runner 1: anong oras sila tumatakbo kapag weekends?
Girl Runner 2: weekdays lang eh MWF
Girl Runner 1: balak kong sumali ng Corregidor this January...so I'll start training this Saturday
Girl Runner 2: If you want to go, sa 9th na lang siguro, we can start mga 5 to 5:30 am...kahit from mckinley hills lang, then balik high street
Girl Runner 1: Malabo saturday mornings...my shift ends at 6:30 am...medyo mainit na nun
Girl Runner 2: may group na tumatakbo sa around Lawton Ave, McKinley, Heritage, and High Street...
Girl Runner 1: anong oras sila tumatakbo kapag weekends?
Girl Runner 2: weekdays lang eh MWF
Girl Runner 1: balak kong sumali ng Corregidor this January...so I'll start training this Saturday
Wednesday, June 18, 2014
4.3
B2: kaaaply ko lang sa Metrobank, I just passed exams and interview by branch manager
B1: pwede ba mag-apply as teller kahit hindi business related course?
G1: as far as I know mga local banks mababa naman salary eh. For sure kung bagong teller ka less than ten-k yan, that I'm one hundred percent sure
B2: ewan ko, yun iba political science tinanggap ng Metrobank
B1: pwede ba mag-apply as teller kahit hindi business related course?
G1: as far as I know mga local banks mababa naman salary eh. For sure kung bagong teller ka less than ten-k yan, that I'm one hundred percent sure
B2: ewan ko, yun iba political science tinanggap ng Metrobank
B1: pol-sci din ako, pwede ba male teller?
G1: rare ang mga male na teller. Roving teller pang lalaki yun for sure, or better yet if you're good, why tyaga on being a teller when you can go to the finest points of being an investment banker or trader or something like that
B1: ano yun investment banker o trader?
G1: yung ano...you help people invest their money
B1: mukhang exciting nga, but the job sounds Greek to me...
Tuesday, June 17, 2014
4.2
B1: I forgot the name pero sa antel building siya
B2: alam ko Slimmers sa Pasay Road malapit sa Dusit
B1: along Dela Costa sa likod ng Makati Med...[says this with a grin] katatapos lang membership ko jan
B2: ah...yung sa punchout what time open and closing nila? gusto ko sana magenroll sa boxing eh, ok ba ang environment di naman crowded?
B2: di ko alam eh, try mo sa Elorde sa dating Park Square 1 kung hindi pa nadedemolish. I tried it out there once...enjoyed it
B1: malayo kasi sa office eh pero sige. open pa ba yung promo nila sa slimmers, 4k for 6 months?
B2: magtanong ka na lang sa loob
B1: ok sige at try mo din sa antel, one-three lang monthly tapos parang may 500 annual membership
B2: alam ko Slimmers sa Pasay Road malapit sa Dusit
B1: along Dela Costa sa likod ng Makati Med...[says this with a grin] katatapos lang membership ko jan
B2: ah...yung sa punchout what time open and closing nila? gusto ko sana magenroll sa boxing eh, ok ba ang environment di naman crowded?
B2: di ko alam eh, try mo sa Elorde sa dating Park Square 1 kung hindi pa nadedemolish. I tried it out there once...enjoyed it
B1: malayo kasi sa office eh pero sige. open pa ba yung promo nila sa slimmers, 4k for 6 months?
B2: magtanong ka na lang sa loob
B1: ok sige at try mo din sa antel, one-three lang monthly tapos parang may 500 annual membership
Monday, June 16, 2014
4.1
B1: So um... wats da point?
B2: Ah eh, hindi, depende kasi sa kung anong binibigay sayo na creative...yung ano, yung nakalagay kasi sa contract ko, yung profile...related kasi sa creatives eh
B1: wala namang tao ngayon sa restroom noh
B2: wala you can go
B1 leaves the table and then returns
B1: uy babalik daw ulit si ---, aasikasuhin daw ulit niya yung....
B2: ahaha never ako naging fan ni batista
G1: pano kung ni-hug ka ni batista? a onga, pano pala kayo uuwi? ano, hahatid ka?
B1: oo
G1: pano ka punta don? san ka ba, sa Makati?
B1: oo
G1: gusto mo sumabay kame? pay na lang kame or deretso, o sige~ sige! cab na lang tayo!
B1: ano na?
G1: mas malayo...
long pause
G1: marami nang alam nanay ko sa Game of Thrones kesa sa akin... alam mo ba hinulaan niya kung san pumunta si --- feeling niya alam ko tapos tawa ako
Sunday, June 15, 2014
3.7 A Bench at a Park (Sight and Touch)
The bench simply looked romantic. Running past the park today, I paid closer attention to one of the benches there. The bench sat beside a lamp post; I used to sit on that particular bench on early Saturday mornings while waiting for my running buddies. As I observed, I fabricated stories in my head that made use of the bench. First, I imagined old couples and young parents on it. Second, I also imagined pet owners on it. For the rest of it, I imagined myself. I would dare to sleep on that bench if park security rules permit.
If a person's hand isn't wet, sweaty, or sticky, then it is dry, rough, and coarse. Its lines and ridges would be felt right away, and its texture is a nice one. The bench's dry wood felt like that--uneven, a little smooth, and hard. Its color is a mix of a dark and light shades of brown fused together. Its whitish-brown color resembled that of the core of a pili nut, while the darker color looked like Hershey's milk chocolate (not dark chocolate) or Nestle Crunch. It had a black outline made of steel. With four lined long planks of wood stretching across to both ends of the bench, the bench's weight is supported by blackish green legs made of steel. Its length is about five and a half feet.
If a person's hand isn't wet, sweaty, or sticky, then it is dry, rough, and coarse. Its lines and ridges would be felt right away, and its texture is a nice one. The bench's dry wood felt like that--uneven, a little smooth, and hard. Its color is a mix of a dark and light shades of brown fused together. Its whitish-brown color resembled that of the core of a pili nut, while the darker color looked like Hershey's milk chocolate (not dark chocolate) or Nestle Crunch. It had a black outline made of steel. With four lined long planks of wood stretching across to both ends of the bench, the bench's weight is supported by blackish green legs made of steel. Its length is about five and a half feet.
Saturday, June 14, 2014
3.6 A Drums Set (Sight and Hearing)
A shiny brass-colored drums set sat at the far end of the sanctuary. A black round collapsible chair--the drum throne--finds itself in front of the drums set, at the middle part of the whole drum formation. Every Sunday in church, the same drummer would play on that set. She played it exceptionally well.
The design on each individual drum's shell looked like crumpled sheets of tissue paper, except of a bronze color. The cymbals on the set were a rusty, dark gold color. Each drum and cymbal made a different sound. Each stand had a shiny black color. The cymbals looked like round, flat hats from afar. The snare drum, with a white middle, had the sound of moving aluminum foil. The bass drum and floor tom sounded like giant's footsteps. The middle and high toms sounded like a person punching on a hard, wooden floor.
The design on each individual drum's shell looked like crumpled sheets of tissue paper, except of a bronze color. The cymbals on the set were a rusty, dark gold color. Each drum and cymbal made a different sound. Each stand had a shiny black color. The cymbals looked like round, flat hats from afar. The snare drum, with a white middle, had the sound of moving aluminum foil. The bass drum and floor tom sounded like giant's footsteps. The middle and high toms sounded like a person punching on a hard, wooden floor.
Friday, June 13, 2014
3.5 (Sight and Smell) An Old Sofa
Antique objects had always stirred enough curiosity in me. These objects tell stories that supply for the lack of historical data about it. More often than not, an antique piece of furniture do not have historical data attached to it--ordinary people couldn't bother--but only memories.
When aged, sofas would normally smell like foam and rust. This particular old sofa smells like talcum powder and potpourri. A huge furniture covered with flower designs, the sofa's cushion is what gives off the smell. The edges of the sofa--arms, feet--are wooden and carved with swirls and lines. Its cushion design is a creamy white with blue and pink flowers and leaves adorning it. The wooden parts had the color of mud--the color of a bit of sienna and amber--yellowish brown.
When aged, sofas would normally smell like foam and rust. This particular old sofa smells like talcum powder and potpourri. A huge furniture covered with flower designs, the sofa's cushion is what gives off the smell. The edges of the sofa--arms, feet--are wooden and carved with swirls and lines. Its cushion design is a creamy white with blue and pink flowers and leaves adorning it. The wooden parts had the color of mud--the color of a bit of sienna and amber--yellowish brown.
Thursday, June 12, 2014
3.4 A Soft Yellow Chair (Touch)
A human-sized yellow chair about four feet high finds itself beside a brown desk, both beside the window of an office. It was the only cushioned seat in the room, and its shade of yellow was even brighter than that of a lemon. It was a blinding yellow color, but it was great to sit on. It looked very similar to a front seat of a car--its back portion was about two and a half feet tall and five inches thick, and it was almost of a similar shape and size. On its sides are two black arm rests.
It was as soft as a chair with layers of pillows stuck onto it. It was as soft as a bed. Its texture felt like that of a tennis ball; and when the cushion is pressed with a person's hand, the hand sinks in. Rubbing it would feel like rubbing felt paper or a towel. Its uneven, textured material can absorb a cold room's temperature.
It was as soft as a chair with layers of pillows stuck onto it. It was as soft as a bed. Its texture felt like that of a tennis ball; and when the cushion is pressed with a person's hand, the hand sinks in. Rubbing it would feel like rubbing felt paper or a towel. Its uneven, textured material can absorb a cold room's temperature.
Wednesday, June 11, 2014
3.3 A Trampoline with a Few Objects on It (Hearing)
The round, pizza-shaped object stood on the ground with its five stub-like feet supporting its weight. A blue plastic-like material wrapped its crust, and a black net-like film occupied the rest of its middle. A few objects lay on it--a black leather bag, a folded-up cardboard box, a few pads of yellow paper, two five-pound dumbbells, and a basketball--and the middle portion and crust of the pizza-shaped object was covered with dust. The object measured to about three and a half feet in diameter.
It made a distinct creaking sound when bounced on. The creaking sound is caused by metal springs that attach the round, net-like center to the blue crust. With a couple of objects sitting on top of it, a small movement of any kind would cause objects to bump into each other and clank. The two dumbbells would collide with the sound of one hitting one's head on a solid surface like a wall. The cardboard box would hop with a flickering sound, as that of fingers tapping on a computer keyboard.
It made a distinct creaking sound when bounced on. The creaking sound is caused by metal springs that attach the round, net-like center to the blue crust. With a couple of objects sitting on top of it, a small movement of any kind would cause objects to bump into each other and clank. The two dumbbells would collide with the sound of one hitting one's head on a solid surface like a wall. The cardboard box would hop with a flickering sound, as that of fingers tapping on a computer keyboard.
Tuesday, June 10, 2014
3.2 A Table of Condiments (Smell)
A white plastic table was at the far corner of the room. It was a spacious seminar room with rows of chairs and a six-meter-long mirror on the wall on one side of the room. Everyone was told to walk barefoot inside that room. The floor of that part of the room was particularly wet and sticky. That table was filled with sachets of coffee, tea bags, paper cups, and coffee mixer-sticks. Beside that table was a water dispenser that dispenses both hot and cold water.
That part of the room smelled like coffee. The pungent smell of coffee, tea, and dirt puddles permeated the area. As steam from hot coffee rose from small paper cups, the airconditioned room soon had a thick, humid-like smell that was not very pleasant to smell. The aroma of boiled tea, however, had the nicest scent. It seemed the kind of smell that could make any person subliminally happier.
That part of the room smelled like coffee. The pungent smell of coffee, tea, and dirt puddles permeated the area. As steam from hot coffee rose from small paper cups, the airconditioned room soon had a thick, humid-like smell that was not very pleasant to smell. The aroma of boiled tea, however, had the nicest scent. It seemed the kind of smell that could make any person subliminally happier.
Monday, June 9, 2014
3.1 Bean Bag (Sight)
There was only one bean bag inside the house-library I visited. It was a house in the neighborhood, and the owners of that house called it a teen library in terms of the range of books they had on display. A light green bean bag sat on top of a round, earth-colored carpet in the middle of the room, with shelves bordering the room. The bean bag had small white balls inside of it. Some of the white balls had spilled over to the floor, but no one had bothered to clean it up just yet. Children took turns to sit on the bean bag, one after another just when a child standing up would see it vacant.
The bean bag had an almost-yellow, light green color. Its shape was an irregular one: having a round, reshapable area, the object took the form of anything that put force on it. It resembled an exercise Swiss air-ball approximately forty inches in diameter. Some of its white, foam-like innards--could be expanded polysterene--were on the floor and carpet.
The bean bag had an almost-yellow, light green color. Its shape was an irregular one: having a round, reshapable area, the object took the form of anything that put force on it. It resembled an exercise Swiss air-ball approximately forty inches in diameter. Some of its white, foam-like innards--could be expanded polysterene--were on the floor and carpet.
Sunday, June 8, 2014
2.7 I am Skin
Feels:
- the sticky side of a sticker
- glue
- ointment
- inside a bag of dried cranberries
- wooden table
- cooking oil
- skin
- a dead mosquito
Main Feel: Inside a Bag of Dried Cranberries
A hand reached inside a nine-inch-tall clear zip-lock bag and felt: pea-sized, wrinkled, bean-like objects that made the sound of small rocks bumping against each other when raked. The hand rummaged inside the bag and, with a thumb and an index finger, picked out a soft, wrinkled object. Traces of red, viscous liquid stuck to the fingers.
Saturday, June 7, 2014
2.6 I am a Tongue
Tastes:
- cream
- lemon
- chocolate cake
- Wagyu beef
- bubbles formed by a bubble blower toy (i.e. made of dish-washing liquid)
- froth of banana shake
- kani
Main Taste: Bubble
About a dozen thin clear, liquid-like spheres floated in the breeze. One floating sphere, enclosing air, landed on a tongue and popped; air molecules inside of it joined the bigger sea of air molecules around, while the remaining liquid stayed on top of the tongue. The tongue found it repulsively disgusting with a mix of bitter and an chemical taste without category. It must have been the "umami." The air that rushed out of the sphere after it popped gave a strong, unpleasant aftertaste.
Friday, June 6, 2014
2.5 I am a Nose
Scents:
- bake shop (i.e. Bread Talk)
- inside a brown paper bag
- fresh lemonade
- gym mats
- bath soap
- coffee
- pressed roses
- steamed rice
Main Scent: Bake Shop
The heavenly aroma of freshly baked bread did not only fill the air of a tiny spot. It was the fragrance of the whole room. The room smelled good; and this is how "good" smelled like: there was smoke that billowed from an open slot of the only kitchen window, and the smoke had a honey-roasted peanut smell.
Thursday, June 5, 2014
2.4 I am Skin
Feels:
- leather
- whiteboard-like table of the armchair
- allergy-infested human epidermis with body hair (i.e. on lower arm)
- petroleum jelly
- glass
- marbled floor
- water bottle
- water
- bread
Main Feel: Marble Floor
Bare feet touched the dry, cold ground as legs spread apart to form a split. With both feet on the ground, the distance between both feet grew wider apart in just a few seconds. Two hands reached to the ground to stop the body from slipping. Palms pressed on the flat surface, caught balance, and felt cozy from what felt ice-cold. The entire body, as a result, decided to quit physical strain and instead lay on the coldness of smooth, cold land.
Wednesday, June 4, 2014
2.3 I am an Ear
Sounds:
The mechanical pitter-patter of tapping on a board of buttons makes a drizzling sound. The rhythmic drizzling sound pattern, not made by a drizzle or anything wet that rushes down, makes a clatter in a quiet library. As fingertips hit tiny solid squares of an object, the action creates the shaking sound of marbles in a jar.
- sound of flushing toilet bowl water
- air con
- the train
- crowd noise
- footsteps on even, tiled floors
- typing sounds (fingers on keyboard)
- the elevator's bell ring
- the doorbell
- music from my iPod
- that nice "tapping" sound the library's book scanner makes (not a beep)
- chairs being pushed around (chairs scratching the floor and bumping on tables)
- the sound of palm hitting arm
- the sound of breathing
The mechanical pitter-patter of tapping on a board of buttons makes a drizzling sound. The rhythmic drizzling sound pattern, not made by a drizzle or anything wet that rushes down, makes a clatter in a quiet library. As fingertips hit tiny solid squares of an object, the action creates the shaking sound of marbles in a jar.
Tuesday, June 3, 2014
2.2 I am a Tongue P
Tastes:
Oodles of water-like drops emerge from the forehead, trickling down to the brow and soaking up the entire thing. Smaller drops drip slowly to places like the cheek, chin, and lips, fading as soon as it reaches the tip of the tongue. A zest of saline coats the entire muscle; the tongue sticks itself out to wipe out more salt drops, brushing the upper lip as more drops dribble down.
- white siopao bun
- tomatoes
- herbs
- green vegetables
- meatballs
- sweat drops
- shower water
- my tongue's "home" (lips, palate, itself, teeth)
Oodles of water-like drops emerge from the forehead, trickling down to the brow and soaking up the entire thing. Smaller drops drip slowly to places like the cheek, chin, and lips, fading as soon as it reaches the tip of the tongue. A zest of saline coats the entire muscle; the tongue sticks itself out to wipe out more salt drops, brushing the upper lip as more drops dribble down.
Monday, June 2, 2014
2.1 I am a Nose ¿
Scents:
Main Scent: An Old Book
The smell center detected vanilla absolute as fingers flicked the fore edge of a nut-brown object. A cloud of warm air lifted from the object's musty, foxed pages, creating a net of post-summer-rain petrichor. As hands slammed the front and back covers shut, a sweet, redolent aroma wafted through the air. Palms patted on the edges and spine to gather dust, enkindling sweet intoxication.
- garbage and filth puddles along Taft Avenue
- smoke emission from vehicles
- minty toothpaste smell
- cigarette smoke
- an old book with brownish pages
- rusty metal
- my hands--a subtle chocolate-sweet scent
- dried up sweat on gym mats
- the rubbery smell of the gym
Main Scent: An Old Book
The smell center detected vanilla absolute as fingers flicked the fore edge of a nut-brown object. A cloud of warm air lifted from the object's musty, foxed pages, creating a net of post-summer-rain petrichor. As hands slammed the front and back covers shut, a sweet, redolent aroma wafted through the air. Palms patted on the edges and spine to gather dust, enkindling sweet intoxication.
Sunday, June 1, 2014
1.7 Stalker
She had light brown skin that showed a lot of vein on her feet. Although not skinny, the bones of her hands stuck out like roots of a tree sticking out of the soil. She had hair of golden brown, cut to a length that does not go beyond her shoulders. Her short white shorts could barely be seen primarily because of its length. As her oversized t-shirt reached until her thighs, it covered her short shorts as well, making it hardly visible if at all. She wore a pair of wedged black slippers. The straps of her slippers were a shiny black plastic.
She had dark eyebags under both eyes and a black mole on her left cheekbone. Almost every part of her body would appear to lack firmness because of too much excess skin: her arms, cheeks, thighs, and neck. In addition, her skin appeared dry and scaly. Bluish veins showed on the area behind the knee at the joint.
She sleeps in a window-side bed. The room has exactly one square white window with gray net and clear glass. The bed does not have a head board. Beside her bed is a round wooden table where she eats. A brown fruit basket with fruits in it is placed on that round table. The room's door, rectangular and white, is about six meters away from the table. A silver sink is beside the door.
She had dark eyebags under both eyes and a black mole on her left cheekbone. Almost every part of her body would appear to lack firmness because of too much excess skin: her arms, cheeks, thighs, and neck. In addition, her skin appeared dry and scaly. Bluish veins showed on the area behind the knee at the joint.
She sleeps in a window-side bed. The room has exactly one square white window with gray net and clear glass. The bed does not have a head board. Beside her bed is a round wooden table where she eats. A brown fruit basket with fruits in it is placed on that round table. The room's door, rectangular and white, is about six meters away from the table. A silver sink is beside the door.
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