tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28663640395578611192024-02-06T19:33:39.270-08:00DEACTIVATING THE AUTOPILOTBecause He Is More Spontaneous Than His Character...Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.comBlogger18125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-13330013790394564722012-03-20T11:04:00.002-07:002012-03-20T11:12:01.908-07:00WHAT NOW?<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLFY88xhkpi6p1cd7vS5KThPEU0g1U87w8GFXbjvcAzLmmtVpsWs9nWAooJsx6koiQREoxLYVT9zAAAwCYmqkbVCmPZRh80TdoG0bNMP5Y4Z-5iyS2sK2VeNv-pqkcg4XOAB3mAKLlk0/s1600/Staccato.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 207px; height: 86px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzLFY88xhkpi6p1cd7vS5KThPEU0g1U87w8GFXbjvcAzLmmtVpsWs9nWAooJsx6koiQREoxLYVT9zAAAwCYmqkbVCmPZRh80TdoG0bNMP5Y4Z-5iyS2sK2VeNv-pqkcg4XOAB3mAKLlk0/s320/Staccato.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5722043470137777170" /></a><br />So what to do with this blog?<div><br /></div><div>Lot of things in mind. </div><div><br /></div><div>Travel. Airplanes. Airports. </div><div><br /></div><div>Finance. Technical Analysis. Charting. </div><div><br /></div><div>Goodness. Shackled. Married to the job.</div><div><br /></div><div>Haha! Staccato.</div><div><br /></div><div>My current state. </div><div><br /></div><div>Will be back. </div><div><br /></div><div>More coherent.</div><div><br /></div><div>More fun.</div><div><br /></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-81913795986094915152011-12-23T09:26:00.000-08:002011-12-23T18:50:11.358-08:00COMING HOME<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">This is probably one of the shortest Christmas breaks I've had. I used to pack and leave the moment I heard the first peeling of the bells for <i>simbang gabi</i>. But since I just started with a new company (loosely translated as haven't found my rhythm), I chose to cram the holiday break into one short, hopefully sweet week. Okay, a little over a week.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaHG2TbwseWD87nSCWA7dfZrAQZY3Hj3pSjz3ohLQK15lwtUXcI4b5oCVHuQeDBdvAjbrM1luJSIo7yEGkd7eJn2OD7tJZB8DqbdK3xyurB5cXQOCtaRrvh-ALaX8IQ7xZaXrd-SpTUzA/s320/sofitel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689386101719267586" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 253px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The first two days in Manila were, shall I say, <i>kickass</i>! Got inebriated on the first night and stoned on the second. Kidding on the stoning part. Nice thing about having different sets of friends is that you get to have a diverse way of having fun. SMB and Red Horse vs. wine and cheese. That sort.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZeP1OSTcoPOebyWHeTPOatNSA-NN2NU1Byj9SCXo6eFkF9TYmG8IjqvCe4Hi1dJSQLp4tgdXx3QcbEiFkNvE1ftTmzkA6Csezix8aYzwOI2yZtu2HPOXHb32twJq1C4QWi0JuA48bGPk/s320/porto.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689386108486192082" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Now I'm in my beloved <i>Ampayonville</i>. Had my first home-cooked meal for the year. <i>Pata ng baboy</i>, <i>dinuguan </i>and<i> </i>of course, the best macaroni salad in the world. They don't actually match but heck, not complaining. I was so full, <i>bundat</i> to the point of catatonia. Dozed off after. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Time check, 1:48 AM. Just woke up after passing out.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Merry Christmas!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-46051092459565000592011-04-03T12:27:00.000-07:002011-04-03T12:34:18.142-07:00EGYPT-ISRAEL-JORDAN<div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am currently following the footsteps of Jesus Christ. Crossing my fingers, I don't trip.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Egypt</span></i></b>: March 29 to April 1</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Israel</span></i></b>: April 1 to 7</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Jordan</span></i></b>: April 7 to 9</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Will be posting details (and pics) soon.</div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-38445599896439927642010-12-04T12:20:00.000-08:002011-11-21T07:31:25.736-08:00VIRGIN RUN<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ivIA5l89rFg/TPqjEzvaP_I/AAAAAAAAAJI/bg57CWHyiBo/s1600/singaporemarathon.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Good morning Singapura!<div><br /></div><div>Up and about for my first half marathon.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWBwBiNq0NbskUr97DNf06te7D6AqeOWtO6eXB141_sz19wGBLOsWKf55nXAnS8LVjWohg7reJU0idEg0QWOHS6D2qPfWElpvrhiQfBiY7a04HCedUWrHeuaKasJybfi5-UJVSFXzMVAU/s320/singaporemarathon.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677468900850112258" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 246px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Gun start: 6:30 AM. It will be a scenic route from Sentosa, traversing through Universal Studios, ending at Padang. </div><div><br /></div><div>Aiming for a 2.5-hour chip time. </div><div><br /></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-7555543691534607042010-02-22T09:09:00.000-08:002011-11-21T07:30:39.705-08:00LO HEI<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">My 4th <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Lo Hei</span></b></i>! (yes sir! i'm counting 4 in this sterile island state)</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKR1A4hdmExMbKpueAMOOymjF8bpaMxxL3-fsFjzVPxB8jsK4DODagJNAVNUEaao-MIOAjqGrDtySAFuA_-3rvwyoHw93zYZrRDcAmRtconxwRsBhFP53PNmv0E3qajnzszvA39U-MmCo/s320/lohei1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677470351236495778" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px; " /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span><div style="text-align: justify;">It is a Singapore dish that is traditionally served during Chinese New Year festivities. Families (in my case, officemates) gather together and toss up for a good fortune ahead. The higher you toss, the more luck you have.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikG839KgnTjSy32JS7xW9stD5HmchDPRxAXMjVmgxXa-Sld5a5Yhyphenhyphen6cuM9duERiTT9XR7qr6vhMToqSYlFA21aSdhDN7327a9pkVlengNR4u34gghz5QpzwmPrXOYkdZIPTPb3-QEfKnw/s320/lohei2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677470815899365266" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The dish is basically a <i>chop suey</i> of achara-like ingredients. The non-chef in me couldn't identify the mix of shredded vegetables, sauces and other condiments. So, I consulted Mr. Wiki:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:sans-serif, serif;font-size:100%;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px;font-size:13px;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 19px; font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">"The Singapore-originated Yusheng (Lo-hei) had fish served with daikon (white radish), carrots, red pepper (capsicum), turnips, red pickled ginger, sun-dried oranges, daun limau nipis (key lime leaves), Chinese parsley, chilli, jellyfish, chopped peanuts, toasted sesame seeds, Chinese shrimp crackers (or fried dried shrimp), five spice powder, and other ingredients, laced with a sauce using plum sauce, rice vinegar, kumquat paste and sesame oil, for a total of 27 ingredients.</span></i><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 10px;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></i></span><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Originally, the dish used raw mackerel, although in deference to the popular wishes of customers, salmon was later offered as an alternative due to the growing popularity of Salmon." - </span></i><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yusheng#The_dish">from Wikipedia</a></span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; line-height: 19px;font-family:sans-serif, serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Weird blend! You're like nibbling plastic strands. Pickle-like with some sweet after-taste. But with my fortune at stake, I tossed as high as I could.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhk6cbv55cYJHL6Zia_u4jZBI_lvIn-CXSDGtqcg0D7B_7uLfV8HiJq9-RW8iw-1pxMpVPLvaeG1zoLpYl0DWYnMgeQjCGePEDE1n034EGhc89zXbH6eefM-OvbV39N31vIpKJfSuL1FkQ/s320/lohei3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677470366051003538" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /></span></span></div><div><br /></div><div>Eating was a different matter. My Pinoy palate was just too picky.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-3643982661475471092010-02-17T09:05:00.000-08:002011-11-21T07:29:43.548-08:00FROM DUST TO DUST<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-t4ko7BOBaCl-0nI2cbJMsuP_P7b7vtZI4ZKRbb8LnR3Hh5Z23OBEhBfM1HCdG8Wbwyi5Ij2xREldQ-P_lSdueuzg7-U5L1ffx3fnEdcpK-bxMVlfJqEAiUdh-7A5IfNu4jrf_Sb7Xo/s1600/Ash-Wednesday1.png" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP-t4ko7BOBaCl-0nI2cbJMsuP_P7b7vtZI4ZKRbb8LnR3Hh5Z23OBEhBfM1HCdG8Wbwyi5Ij2xREldQ-P_lSdueuzg7-U5L1ffx3fnEdcpK-bxMVlfJqEAiUdh-7A5IfNu4jrf_Sb7Xo/s320/Ash-Wednesday1.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677471564691201890" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">I was rushing to catch my 6 PM train to Novena when a colleague in her late forties caught me along the frantic flow.</div><div><br /></div><div>"<i><b>On your way to the gym?</b></i>"</div><div><br /></div><div>"<b><i>Nope. Catching the 6:30 mass at the Redemptorist.</i></b>"</div><div><br /></div><div>"<b><i>Oh! It's a holy day or something? Aaii yoh, totally forgot!</i></b>"</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have no idea she is Catholic. Baptized just last year. In a society with a motley mix of culture, ethnicity and beliefs, you can't tell. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Really. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A guy named Christian is in fact Buddhist. Sulainti Binte an Indian. Tarhata a devout Christian. Vikram a Moslem. And all other fascinating permutations.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<b><i>What's the feast again?</i></b>"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<b><i>Ash Wednesday.</i></b>"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<b><i>What's the significance? Sorry lah, I was absent when I had that lecture!</i></b>"</div><div><div><br /></div><div>I almost choked. Amused that even Singaporeans have that excuse. </div><div><br /></div><div>In my <i>Romano</i>-esque, smart-alecky tone, "<b><i>we came from dust, to dust we return!</i></b>"</div><div><br /></div><div>She had that bewildered silence. Mine a confused smugness. </div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I could get her puzzlement. What? Just like that? Mere dust! Nothing great? Thought God created us in his image. Something special! The fuss then?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Geez! I could see the eyes. I could hear the taunt. Ms. Romano was back!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<b><i>Errr, reminds us of our mortality. Start of Lent, y' know!</i></b>"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Bit of a tentative smile. I wonder if she will rethink her joining the flock.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">"<i><b>Ok lah! I go this way.</b></i>"</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Ha! Saved not by the bell. But by the turnstile. For that, I vow no Coke and dessert for 40 days.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Have a reflective Season folks! </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></div></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-80652547356908955932010-01-17T06:41:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:47:32.787-08:00ITALIAN and INDIAN (SG EATS 1)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I have 2 cheat days in a week. I choose Saturday and Sunday because I want them to be self-serving. Cheating should be delectably fun.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">With my friend Shendee, my inner Anthony Bourdain <i>(just the eating part) </i>was unleashed. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Last Saturday, we had a quiet <i>(and dark!)</i> dinner at <i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;"><b>Amici</b></span></i> in Holland Village. A cozy Italian restaurant which, that night, offered an enticing 1-for-1 promotion. We just got out of the treadmill running for good 5K <i>(finished mine for 30 mins and 16 secs haha!)</i>, so we easily became suckers for the promo. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We ordered 4 for the price of 2.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I ordered <i><b>Fettuccine Alla Russa <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; ">(fettuccine with smoked salmon and caviar served in vodka cream sauce) and <b><i>Pizza 4 Formaggi</i></b> (baked with four different kinds of cheese − gorgonzola, buffalo mozzarella, scamorza and ricotta − and topped with tomatoes).</span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "><br /></span></b></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjStX18RKRI0p-YEBbn1a9s9ruyhZbR45cRb8G9vddS0_9C7F2RkJqNfcRmaKxpa_0MCldjgE_uJWbkBGVzBJqWQjmFMVMsUmw3OubWj_W8Drh80LCuQOYlyf-GJtIo5GoyJyZSD4slevo/s320/fettucine.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677491258204124754" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Fettuccine Alla Russa</span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><i><br /></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQmEznzuar_hQmJtaM_sN7fMntAl1ZEGp9W4Z-mwesvwQK3HykcQhyphenhyphen_tpQmahKwNWMFj7mBQiN2Q6NaGQo3p7q_fyq4SpB1uO3vWeyKx3eiVGiw7PhYo_bjT9FNV8IuagnplskJPImjuw/s320/quattroformaggi.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677491259962256050" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 171px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">Pizza 4 Formaggi</span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Shendee had <b><i>Gnocchi Alla Frutti di Mari</i></b> (dumpling-like potato pasta with seafood in tomato sauce) and <b><i>Pizza Stagioni</i></b> (fresh cut wild mushrooms, Parma ham, pepperoni, seafood, tomatoes and mozzarella cheese).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">True to my tag as the resident alcoholic, I had 2 glasses of Chardonnay (an acidic Australian and a fruity Chilean).</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">One of the best Italian restaurants I have tried in SG. Bit pricy sans the promo. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">On Sunday, we trooped to Little India for some piquant fix <i>(perhaps hang over from friday's yoga).</i> Indian cuisine is known for its abundant use of herbs and spices. A strong aroma of curry greeted us as we entered <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">Banana Leaf Apolo</span></i></b>. The place was casual with an interesting mix of caucasian tourists, local Chinese and Indian workers.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">We had the standard <b><i>chicken curry</i></b>, <b><i>mutton</i></b> grilled in charcoal, <b><i>spicy sotong</i></b> (cooked like the Pinoy adobong pusit) and <b><i>bryani rice</i></b>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Tangy food was spelled M-O-R-E R-I-C-E. Sad to lose the battle. Raising the white flag meant two helpings of bryani drowned by 2 cans of Coke light. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Great zesty burp. Food was cheap. Definitely worth the additional minutes on the treadmill. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-42330720555833083692010-01-15T09:09:00.000-08:002011-11-21T07:59:36.764-08:00HOT YOGA<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Everything is falling into places. Not random, but proper places.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">The second week (<i>of the first month of the new decade)</i> ended on a high note. Barring any last-minute fickles, I may cap January at 138%. Great start to a promising year.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">It wasn't all charts and dollar signs though. I tried something new this week. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEggw8fXZNdDRDYlAdEgme8Awd-n9ofG36_VH1wvDOw-aqNp5EjnpxBthmtIE92NpXQ_vWjaN1FEUJSr7im6KD1jdykZlKYxyXwirBmpfAaKH0z3ab33ffMoR0_arqYN5hqdlbXdqCm1suE/s320/homyoga.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677477253394212210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 230px; height: 70px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;">A friend invited me to a free 2-week program in a newly-opened yoga studio near the office. First, I was hesitant. Not really into those things. Might get bored. I would rather be eating metals than doing some stretching and balancing acts. But guess, I am just too positive about this year that I am willing to try new things and venture into unchartered territories. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I arrived at the studio 3o minutes ahead of schedule. Curse to be an early bird! Got to engage in some shallow chit-chats. But it was difficult not to be smitten by their coolness. Good sign! Nirvana seemed to be within reach. People were just too light and chill.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">They were cool but the room wasn't. It was heated to 40 degrees and I was sweating like a pig, panting like a lost puppy. This for 90 minutes?</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">But as we progressed into different ways of breathing (okay, puffing and wheezing!) and balancing (er, shaking?), I got deeper into stillness and tranquility. Heavily huffing. Legs and arms vigorously trembling. I could feel I was releasing some negative energy. Bad vibes gone. I was serenity. All in harmony. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I wasn't in trance. I was letting go of stress and throwing away anxiety. I have never breathed that deep and stretched that much. And I wasn't a perfect sight. Wobbly awkward and all.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Nevertheless, it was a great experience. Taking in so much oxygen was invigorating. <i>Breath is spirit. The act of breathing is living.</i> </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Whoever said that was damn right!</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqWIQGqhClje4gt3JV6sso_BSeDdlcxJij_vgNwgWpZ0tvA9r3dRup3yN4do0okSXtwB__U97ZVjxHnQJAWOPm_ywdHaaQNepP9fSeK6i5-a4Uag2jEcxgHgp7ZIkYxCRhQRPM07teafE/s320/homyoga2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677477255063888562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 190px; " /></span></span></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-42454633832915577252010-01-10T00:20:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:38:13.801-08:00READY TO RUMBLE AND GROWL<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuQHhe8ror6NJvtQl6NZhke74rtC1CZ58gFGeP6gOCtx1RNFJu2V2zfTVd1AcqUAgEQog06absgLFzMoKGY9e9CigV8nib-KwumE6xI3dRJlEjI6BPOrULSVLPYCy-FqzjJVqAZe1E9I/s1600/2010.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBuQHhe8ror6NJvtQl6NZhke74rtC1CZ58gFGeP6gOCtx1RNFJu2V2zfTVd1AcqUAgEQog06absgLFzMoKGY9e9CigV8nib-KwumE6xI3dRJlEjI6BPOrULSVLPYCy-FqzjJVqAZe1E9I/s320/2010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677488169603876786" /></a><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;"></div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">I heaved a sigh of relief as I bade goodbye to a lackluster 2009. A year of a few hits and a lot of misses - missteps, mistakes, misdeeds. Dang! The year wasn't probably dull. I was.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">I am not going to do a year-ender to a bland past. It will only leave a bad taste. A better way to embrace a new decade is to completely let go of old baggage. Face the future with much confidence, hope and passion.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Loud and clear. I will be passionate in 2010. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Having that oomph and extra pizzazz. Spice in a meal. Zing in a bite. Tingle in a touch.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">All ye tigers! <b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">A roaring 2010</span></span></i></b><b><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#000099;">!</span></span></i></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1YGTVa5wdnxuiMh1LVVEAGzjTz-32CTsNzg7IBo6RX4Ew_QJDr0IjSrybWOB42Sv4FM1nwq4gRV8mB0FLACpqvXhnxXMDCptUDGvkGlwPbRs2TbBJZAYAd92vMy6bP-Vmit_M6y-u1Rs/s320/tiger.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677489192402155810" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family:arial, sans-serif;"><i><br /></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> </div></div></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-71132637767319203422009-11-25T10:32:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:15:04.837-08:00NUMBING<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivIA5l89rFg/Sw15iSQokcI/AAAAAAAAAE4/gMWIq6gDN80/s1600/12950_1274583711154_1426776834_794230_1381660_n.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>Beyond words. <div><br /></div><div>Beyond emotions.</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFZlvnN7wH6gt5HqsO1myZ4EOX8UfIuJ-22ZhfOwaIYBuB8-vwR6BWx6QYMuv5nrerZ1hjIqSinmaF1e1bi6H4LQHcyXLbZZ8SyZuC-2PKa0u9UtCFux6qYW3XiilMkq94O0GTze2rS9c/s320/CONDEMN-THE-MAGUINDANAO-MASSACRE.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677483249750294690" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 296px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div>All we seek is action. </div><div><br /></div><div>Swift justice.</div><div><br /></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-74198364734671837012009-11-12T20:00:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:26:14.366-08:00DISCOVERING THE SHORES<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Finally, the much-needed and well-deserved break . . .</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS1hy9VrlPcl1F2U7oIbY6WIN7boFrr32lM0ccGVgrZ5cR5n7YvuV_Fxg-KkjOoV9-sOKeUmzNZo972RoTsWYEEA917F-W5JdR31P9HviBx-w4JyWfon3o11E4CedvfmuswmCZl5UNMpg/s320/IMG_3548.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677485880634037234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div><div><div><div style="text-align: justify;">It's not yet party season in Boracay. The plan was to just strap ourselves to the beach chair and let time pass by, blithely unnoticed.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; ">A quiet witness to the famed sunset.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgr92OmhjuTYypoqEumC5izDq7A0ks5YyMsT3ApmzUkBK3lTrUnKV6RfeHYuJu6C3SF2WbAmz4ZjJJGY0MaPYsEDUwnwg6QJP_aSZaDrAYWUuqI4yfipUbPJmiIPWrx-2oCngReVYDmKi0/s320/IMG_7462.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677485192942361986" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "></span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); ">With my trusty ice cold beer.</span></span></div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdpruvzJ__pJzalNqao064qAv7EGmWQyZ-mfuvTHNPT05WstVbnIUP5L3yqlhVPvTfKNAQtyxSyduFhl_rWO8SZp54OOb6LvovzbljjfM9HxaRUh22LW8q3AaEjc_X2xNIHwz6y2xtIY/s320/IMG_1933.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677485198074763698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><br /></span></div></div></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><div style="text-align: justify; ">In my pitstop.</div><div style="text-align: justify; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYmUIri18MnvBsRNz1x0vBPQdqBkPq2lwC9fmF-fEuCYkwVmUYcfqq7hZ6z6F6gbFlSHg5Cj_IWnmEbNvcmrUabQyEOi2m0HQIshqGAUBJqQLyo4eAwdnqnqj5nvEEM7cAzng2dN7tm0Q/s320/IMG_7584.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677485182757489218" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvcNFh6tveLFdFjkmEB3dpYLJC4SpefeG741kWiwEjWC2pdiYfF4PHNy0DU2HJPjQMpmCRaCx4wbQy4tTOCGlq_u_O_HpDeM3boM7mAbpB0JMfyVhqiXj7-f-KLKfY4nt-rKaeIuT7UGQ/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677485202341527234" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-53595562069043752912009-11-06T19:51:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:06:08.880-08:00PWIT NO. 1<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ivIA5l89rFg/SvTwIrfgmaI/AAAAAAAAAEI/iJRvh3YOpWM/s1600-h/inuman.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"></a>It's as basic as the three Rs. <div><br /></div><div>Now, the four Rs?<div><br /></div><div><b><i>R</i></b>eading . . . w<b><i>R</i></b>iting . . . '<i><b>R</b></i>ithmetic . . . and . . .</div><div style="text-align: left;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMCjHge71EqyRKgSZ0CWF14bKrQyCo_wRFQYnIv56ToVRaTTw3GsTDOA-lAdnPAsByJFNp1MPQ2c54GNtytYIETgtKVRx8g-7xYIRsb_u7GnfmL-dQXkgL2VJyxQWNAxleA1JvdaplBRg/s320/inuman.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677480950737069842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 320px; " /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000EE;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><b><i>R</i></b>ed Horse !</span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;">*PWIT - Pinoy Wit</span></i></div></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-22117996469934542972009-11-02T00:30:00.000-08:002010-01-17T11:15:41.074-08:00NOVEMBER RAIN<div><br /></div><div>In my own intermittent, unpredictable way, I'm back!</div><div><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Blogging has been sidelined by the rigors of my job and of course, my advanced state of ennui. Oppressive boredom or general lack of interest, according to Mr.<i> Wiki</i>. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">While the market is poised to dive, I am frozen in my room by the cold November rain. Tribute to the <i><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#CC0000;">Guns'</span></b></i>, not! But literally recoiled in my bed, having colds (and cough!) listening to the gentle spattering of November rain.</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Despite the frosty welcome to a brand new month, I have a lot of things to be excited about:</div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><i>1. Hitting the b*tch, er , beach next week.</i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; ">Yes, I need a breather. (hoping the typhoons will take the cue from me too)</span></i></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">2. Friends coming over to SG</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; ">Yes, I need additional souls to roam around my flat. It has taken so much of a breather already.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">3. Goals on track till year-end</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; ">Not personal. Purely business. It's been quite long since I tasted that B or C.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">4. Total healing from a back injury</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; ">I badly need the endorphin fix and can't wait to eat metals again. And this time, I'll be gentle and cautious.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;">5. Christmas</span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#3333FF;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: normal; ">Bonding time with family and reconnecting with old friends. Those-are-silver-these-are-gold kind of thing.</span></span></i></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">So there. </div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-51135523678350444572009-05-23T12:35:00.000-07:002009-05-24T06:22:21.471-07:0025 RANDOM THINGS (A REPOST)<span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 14px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">I</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">nitially posted on FB. Transplanted to a newly-revitalized blog. =)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:x-small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;">So there!</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">1.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> joined amateur singing contest at 4. lost. got ice drop for a prize. (mama wanted a crooner son)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">2.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> went to grade 1 at 5 (since i was a failure in #1, mama then wanted a scholar son) but took grade 3 twice.</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">3.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> rumored to have fallen from the monkey bars in grade 3 (probably the reason of the "BUT" in #2). can't remember but accepted the rumor as fact.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">4.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">became out-of-school-youth due to #3. so i smoked my first yosi at 9. B.I.? ang tambay nga silingan sa Ampayon.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">5.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">first disappointment: ralph got accepted to volleyball team in grade 6. i got rejected. i taught ralph how to play. classic case of student outsmarting (or outplaying) the teacher. ;-)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">6.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">nobody knows this: i was a stalker at 12. she was 2 years my senior. volleyball player. her brother is my batch. ;-)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">7.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">never got elected as President/Mayor/Governor. always VICE. next: P.R.O.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">8.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> tardiness is next to godliness: HS: missed the first-period classes; COLLEGE: i was a nerd so N.A.; BPI: office at 9 AM; CITI MNL: office at 9:30, CITI SING: office at 10. i just love Singapore!</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">9.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> nick evolution: ingking-id-ed-eds-etch-etchiks-edz-eggshells-edge-edsul-sul-eggshulls-sarge</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">10.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> hate sunrise, love sunset</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">11.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> owl/evening person/insomniac (in other words: i hate morning persons with their chirpy good mornings)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">12.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> addiction: alcohol (faves: tequila shots, vodka lemon drops, SMB, Hoegaarden, asahi, red horse para tipid hubog dayon and my ultimate basagan long island I.T.)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">13.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> this year, cutting down on # 12 due to advancing age. status so far: SUCCESS!</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">14.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> hated music until i stumbled into trance/house/club/techno. yes, they're music</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">15.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> i work hard, i party harder. (can be related to #14. go figure)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">16.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> dislike sharings during prayer meetings. they all seem to have the biggest problems. i get pressured coz i don't. sometimes i just make them up so i have something to share. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">17.</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);">restored the FAITH. had my epiphany in 2008 in ironically, non-Catholic Singapore. God works in mysterious ways.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">18.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> always the optimist. not a quitter. in short, stubborn.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">19.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> loves flying & fascinated with airplanes & airports. i now collect airplane models. </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">20.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> travel trivia: was denied boarding & left by my plane several times (domestic & international) reason? refer to # 8.</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">21.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> i love blogging but i hardly post in my DEACTIVATING THE AUTOPILOT blog coz i can't rant about my job there. so i have a secret blog. gained several hits, anonymous cyber-friends & loyal followers. embrace technology! </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">22.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> i splurge on travel. next stop: Australia in May (will skydive)</span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">23.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> a chronic ningas cogon: enrolled in a photography class but didn't even attend a single class; took Masters of Stat in UP but went AWOL after 2 sems; recently read 4 books but stopped halfway . . . </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">24.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> comfort food: Mama's macaroni salad</span></span></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;font-size:16px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:georgia;"><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=""><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">25.</span></span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-size:13px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"> doing this is quite fun. so MORE!</span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></div></span></span>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-71892833415004840132009-05-23T10:45:00.000-07:002009-05-26T07:47:43.527-07:00BUPAK TOT BABOL # 1: CHEAT<!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Some do it to earn a bigger windfall. For Ninoy’s sake.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Manong</span> driver does a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">batingting</span> so his meter can run faster than the speed of light.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Others, to fill a void. For Cupid’s sake.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>Hubby (or to be gender-sensitive, wifey) scours the great plain, finds a willing prey and lands in a ready nest.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Manay</span> Lolit did it for fame. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Apo</span> Ferdie for greed. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Pareng</span> Wristband due to sheer stupidity. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">La</span> Gloria out of habit.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">For the act to be consummated, two participants are needed. Both are assumed to play equally-important roles. One cannot exist without the other. Active and passive. Cheater and cheatee.</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;">Now before we pass judgment on the cheater and shed a tear for the cheateee, let’s mull over the following:</p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun:yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Who cheats who?</span></span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Quick reply. Cheater cheats cheateee. How about cheater cheats cheater? Think self crime.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Who's better off, worse off?</span></span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Manong</span> driver goes home happier, car barn earlier. Hubby (yes, wifey) ends up emotionally filled, carnally satisfied.<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> In the case of the "offended" party, "what you don't know wont hurt you."</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Who's to blame?</span></span> </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;">Manong</span> driver who<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>knows how to smell opportunity. Passenger who’s oblivious and doesn’t care. A libidinally needy hubby (yes, wifey). A “ barren” spouse.<br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);">Does it serve the common good?</span></span> Think emancipation of both.</p> <!--EndFragment-->Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-87006561548862857242008-12-14T15:23:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:13:10.127-08:00A PIECE OF JAPAN<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><span style=";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">I'm starting to believe </span></span><span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Life is full of surprises</span></span><span style=";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">.</span></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: rgb(0, 0, 238); "><br /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Gcnhm_1PSxj-qPyOtuEYGGm0vr72CXgQp4QhCiQbgiiLtfmQ888r8dEHdfUPq2otKdUS7dqxwANuRevocgi6v0kTrHPUW0j812MLBfNvXlfoAYWZO6QSnH0YKHqxxU88pf4NRpMsVQs/s320/IMG_4526.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677482152171581938" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "><br /></span></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; ">I took a Northwest flight from Chicago to Manila via Japan. While I was waiting for my turn to board the plane in Narita, the NW agent announced the flight was overbooked and they needed volunteers who were willing to give up their seats.</span></div><div><div><span style=";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">Smelling freebies, I immediately had myself bumped off to a JAL flight a day after.<br /></div><br />The deal i got?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;"><span style=";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Overnight stay at Radisson (</span></span><span style="font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">i was tempted to go to downtown Tokyo but time wasn't on my side</span></span><span style=";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">). A free roundtrip ticket to the U.S., redeemable within a year. Two thousand Worldperks miles. USD 50 airport voucher.</span></span><br /></div></span></span><span style=";"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br />How's that to cap a week-long respite?<br /><br /><div style="text-align: justify;">And oh, i also got a Sakura lounge pass. For a moment, I thought i earned a business class upgrade too.<br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-lQx0qpN3Eic14PZhGxTg0ulM6sYugiq3jhrgsOdVlkAWMaldXJ_GUN7dHi3aWdJH8d02ZGkvM3a_UX6BiXjqiBnLOHQ4L0BcGlJ8TFE4lKwmz1AEGl70tFbLWfh0T7QLU6Ga4F_9_XE/s320/IMG_5297.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677482145528620930" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /></span><div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color:#0000ee;"><br /></span></div></div></div></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-43877216145047806612008-11-09T08:42:00.000-08:002011-11-21T08:29:19.705-08:00ANTI-ALZHEIMER's<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLdFdRD1EuZaooKPEZQZZ_VG3HLOR4iUJA3ADEgdGhk1WNd-XOeYgZk8XXPfLUQNZHF8mSiMHAFuaF_qD9QgZc3roxD1G2QGmJu6KLhKsriD1Z0uf1slHfRJqazl6V1aXC08bjUHA-L4/s1600/memory-loss.gif" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 206px; height: 288px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjoLdFdRD1EuZaooKPEZQZZ_VG3HLOR4iUJA3ADEgdGhk1WNd-XOeYgZk8XXPfLUQNZHF8mSiMHAFuaF_qD9QgZc3roxD1G2QGmJu6KLhKsriD1Z0uf1slHfRJqazl6V1aXC08bjUHA-L4/s320/memory-loss.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677480040864908706" /></a><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Indolence. Languidness. Lethargy. </span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Hmmm, i'll say stupor or coma.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Before it's too late, i will now embark on my own anti-alzheimer's regimen.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">1. Blog. min 3x/wk</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">2. Read a good book. 1 book/wk</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">3. Watch a thought-provoking movie. sat/sun</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">4. Drop Van Buuren/Van Dyk/Chicane . . . at least for the time being</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">5. Forget SMB, Hoegaarden, Sapporo, L.I. iced tea . . . okay, okay! just reserve for December drowning</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">6. Hit the sack early. latest 1 a.m.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">7. Run 11.5 kph, 20 mins tops</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">8. Forget work, take a break!<br /></span></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2866364039557861119.post-81702104133195330612008-10-29T10:48:00.000-07:002011-11-21T07:58:23.304-08:00IN LIEU of CNBC and BLOOMBERG<div><br /></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL_RutWgB6POZJg-g3hnmEOkdk_3cbACOHotUCoXQs2Hh8AmaVIo7CIwQK71FE25enOU3sbMMEiALAETQrt2zVsaBjJA_omEER2xJWAy5jmpB24k9YX85H2K5BDYeqDwiSsVu8mCCtxw/s1600/stock_market_crash.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 280px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIL_RutWgB6POZJg-g3hnmEOkdk_3cbACOHotUCoXQs2Hh8AmaVIo7CIwQK71FE25enOU3sbMMEiALAETQrt2zVsaBjJA_omEER2xJWAy5jmpB24k9YX85H2K5BDYeqDwiSsVu8mCCtxw/s320/stock_market_crash.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5677478964695312194" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Beware of an empty mind with abundant time.</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "></span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: center; "><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: normal; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Domain of worthless views and hapless sighs.</span></span></span></div><div style="font-style: italic; text-align: left; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">While anxiously waiting for the credit squeeze to claim its next victim, I decided to start my own blog. I got fed up with so much carnage on the trading floor, made worse by inevitable wails emanating from client meeting rooms. So before apathy and numbness set in, i pick up a new hobby. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Given the circumstances, it's the sanest thing to do next to lemon drops (</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-style: italic;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">yup! another learning).</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Blogging isn't really new to me as i made few attempts two years ago. Sloth caught up with me that i only had two posts. </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Now what a more appropriate way to restart my journey to the exhilarating, sometimes nasty, world of blogging than by paying tribute to my two jurassic works.</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"><br /></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">Click on and know my </span><a href="http://sarjj.blog.friendster.com/"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;">BEGINNINGS</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"> . . . </span></div><div><br /></div>Sarggyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04013703287643029349noreply@blogger.com5