Monday, September 26, 2005

shit happens, and it can happen again

Barely a week after the whole family trooped to Sta. Cruz (and when I say "trooped," I mean an MRT commute from Ortigas to Taft, and then an LRT commute from Edsa to Blumentritt, and then a pedicab ride along Sta. Cruz's Islander-friendly streets...I figured my daughter could use some urban adventure) to pick up the family car from the shop (some very, very minor repairs were needed after a female-driven CR-V backed up on my daughter's father's spanking new X-trail, which was driven at that time by no less than yours truly), it got into another accident, and it was an uglier one this time.

I'm not posting any photos here...suffice to say seeing the "oto" in such a condition broke my heart. Friday night, my daughter's father was in Malate with his colleagues while I took the lesser yuppie's choice of public transport, the FX, to get home. I woke up to a frantic call from him at 2am...a cab hit him in the rear which pushed the X-trail to a street stall. I was thankful no one was hurt...but I made a mental note to wring his neck as soon as he arrived.

So there. The brand new bumper was smashed, but at least the headlights, although just as smashed, were working. The hood, though, was pushed in, and the fenders are a bit out of line from the doors.

And no, I haven't wrung his neck yet. I'm getting close, though.

Friday, September 16, 2005

eksena sa fx

I envy Sun subscribers. They get to yak anywhere, anytime, all they want. Let's take last night, for example.

I took an FX to get home last night. Seated beside me was this guy who obviously had a rough day at work. Granted that it was raining very hard and that we had to wait in line for at least an hour in the pouring rain, his face showed even more distress, as if he just got fired from his job.

Less than a minute after we got ourselves seated comfortably in the vehicle, he whips out his cell and calls, I'm assuming here, his girlfriend. For the next fifteen minutes he goes on about the four thousand bucks that's been deducted from his pay, how work sucks, the four thousand bucks that's been deducted from his pay, how his boss sucks, the four thousand bucks that's been deducted from his pay, how tired he is, how bad the rain is, how bad the traffic is, and the four thousand bucks that's been deducted from his pay.

Now I'm assuming his girlfriend's saying things like, It's ok sweetheart, I love you, blah blah blah, is there anything that I can do? To which he replied, just don't leave me, just don't leave me.

Whooo...then they talk a bit more and he hangs up. A minute later he calls someone else, I'm assuming here that it's a different person because his tone shifts to a happier one and they start talking about school, what's showing at the movies, etc. That's for another fifteen minutes. And then he calls another person, and then another. Wow...I wonder how many friends he's got on Sun, too?

Anyway, the last call was the most interesting, because he starts a fight with his girlfriend. Well, of course if you ask him, it's the girl who started it. From my POE (point of earshot), here's what I think happened. The guy calls for some TLC, the girl answers, the guy's cranky, the girl wonders, are you mad? what did I do? And the guy says, No I'm just tired, and the girl says, You are angry! Listen to the tone of your voice! And the girl starts crying, and the guy hits back, I'm angry?!?!?!?! Look at you! Jesus, stop being a baby! You want me to leave you?!?!?!

And the verbal exercise goes on for the next twenty minutes and ends with the guy hanging up and then texting furiously, I'm assuming, some more angry messages to the crazy girlfriend.

I'm getting myself a Sun line later.

Monday, September 12, 2005

Love those Chinese scholars

Some images "borrowed" from two other blogs, Jeremy's and Dan's. Courtesy of Kitty Litter. Dan's site also has crazy subtitles from other flicks, check them out!

Anyways, this is the preview, sure to whet your appetites for literary nitpicking.















Six episodes, one war.
















Spaghetti western in hyperspace.
















Elephants at war! And in outer space, at that!
















I pretty much thought R2 was phallic.
















That's below the belt, General Grievous!
















And I thought the Catholic church was powerful.
















Aw c'mon...all he said was "Noooooooooooooo!!!!"

Sunday, September 11, 2005

From now on I will be known as...

Your Sexy Brazilian Name is:
NĂ¡dia Meira

Thursday, September 01, 2005

missing ring

Maybe I should try putting this on a milk carton. (As if we weren't a country of lactose-intolerants.) I've worn this ring almost everyday since I graduated...and that was 1997. (That's a lot, considering that I don't wear my wedding ring.) Somebody please help me find it. I asked the original jeweller, VY Domingo, how much it would cost to have a new one made...aaaccckkkkk! Twice what I paid for the goddamned ring in 1997.




Missing: Class ring
Size: 4
Stone: Sapphire (i think...basta the darkest blue)
Color: Gold, 14k (that was all I could afford as a college student.)
Design: Barrel, with an engraving of St. Ignatius offering his sword to God on one side, and a flying eagle on the other.
Distinquishing marks: Ateneo de Manila University, BS Psy encircling the rock.

Engraved inside: Lorna Grace (yiii...my real name.)