Table For One

...is usually just as good/bad as table for three.

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Had a rather busy weekend trying to avoid work, but it was with great success. I was either hung over or mixing the ingredients that create a terrible hangover. I was in Greenbelt twice; basically just sleep sandwiched in between. Then it was off to get coffee and then watch Alabang bands with ...groupies. And finally, some band covered "Fire and Ice". The trouble with this world is there's not enough Poison.

Typing that I remembered one groupie was checking out the drummer. Rikki Rockett, indeed.

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This is the prolem when your heart does cartwheels. It gets dizzy and it's bound to miss a step. How does this go again?

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My clients are flying in from the States to see how harrassed we are. It won't require much of an act.

I think I'll have a hard time being hospitable if I don't have enough sleep. I'm not hospitable enough as it is.

Troubled Souls Unite

...We got ourselves tonight! (air drums)

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I turned on the TV and put an NBA game as background noise to give a semblance of normalcy to my life. No such luck.

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I think I've figured out what makes Blogspot and Livejournal so different from each other: the font size of the header. With a bigger font size for the post title, Blogspot pressures you into writing deeper, more coherent stuff; that every post has to be a work of fucking genius. Time to move, then. I'm kidding.

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Some definitions:

• Flags Of Our Fathers cinema: A room full of people who couldn't get into Casino Royale.
• Noontime Mass congregation: Non-boxing fans.

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We obviously didn't make the cut after slaving for weeks to meet the deadline. I'm kind of ambivalent about it. It's turning out to be a busy Christmas. Sometimes I wonder about my role; there are times when I feel like I'm a kid playing in an adult world. Like Tom Hanks in Big, except, you know, less successful.

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I got my RAZR! Lovely to look at/Nice to hold/But I think it's broken/'Coz the JVM won't load ! Another reason to not love Java...no, I can't stay mad at you for long.

I keep forgetting that I have a camera in my phone, even with the T630. Shouldn't it follow that I should have more colorful posts? This is all I could come up with:


I call it "Me Not At Work". Looking closely, one will notice:

...the graphic novel I'm not done with yet, creatively covering my graduation picture.

...the lamp from Boracay in the mirror to remind myself of what I'm missing.

...me violating the SoBC somewhat. (sirens)

..my sketch of a very angry Eddie Vedder (copied from Rolling Stone).

...pictures from Europe and past software development teams.

...an open television set.

...a bowl of change.

...a pink guitar pick. See, I can multi-task, just not about work.

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I find myself dreaming a lot. I need some creative outlet, like, right now.

Cebu 360

Blogging from the Continental Lobby of the Marco Polo hotel in Cebu. Using unfree hotel internet for an hour, which explains why it took me two days to decide if blogging was worth it.

But it is if you have a 360-degree view of the city with mangoes wrapped in bacon in one hand and a beer in another. I don't have proof of course.

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Time's up.

Can You Hear Me Mouthing Your Name

A few moments before I start working. On a Saturday. With a massive headache.

You'd think I'd get used to this by now.

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Sometimes I think I'm in over my head. That maybe it would just be easier (and healthier) to quit and settle for the deal, instead of the answer. Which really isn't that bad in the first place. But I am an idiot first and a coward second. So I rally on even if it kills me.

Ah, doublespeak. Triplespeak, even. You'll never catch me alive, coppers.

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Last night was weird. Like the past and the present/immediate past decided to get it on and left cigarette butts and empty beer bottles and McDonald's wrapper in their wake.

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You'd think I'd get used to that look, that body language, by now. But one never does, no? How the hell can I be back here again?

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I guess it's been a while since the last post, and quite a few things have happened since. One of my peeps got him a new daughter but I was too busy to congratulate him. Finally spent a weekday out of the office and worked from SBC, where I actually got work done because no one could send me email . Finally saw what the house/company band was like. And realized I miss playing live. Or even just playing with someone else. There's also the beer bash and the (requisite) after-party. My one-on-one with my two-headed manager that hopefully bears fruit. Seeing old friends.

I didn't say big things, just things. Nice things. Which is all I'm asking for at the moment.

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I'm off to Cebu in a few days for rehab. Think I need it?