Time-peace

My legions of fans have been asking what the watch looks like. I could've posted the link to Armani, but then you'd see how much it cost. It's not a Rolex or anything, but still, it's something I really can't afford.

The funny thing is, I really needed a new watch. I used to have three, all at the same time: two Guy Laroche and a Fossil, all gifts from LXH from when we still had some affection for each other. Guy Laroche No. 1 needs major cleaning, which would set me back a few hundred pesos too many. Fossil's strap broke at the most inopportune time, which was right after Guy Laroche No. 2's strap broke, too. I decided to purchase a new strap for No. 2, and a few days later at the gym, it went missing.

So my Nokia had to double as my watch for the next two months.

Oh, the watch. Yeah. Here it is. It actually looks better on my wrist. Hehe.

This apple fell too far from both trees

I met with LP's teacher this afternoon and discussed her performance the last quarter.

Get this. She got an "O" for Religion.

Not zero, you idiot. "O" for Outstanding. The highest possible grade for any subject. She got poor marks for Filipino, though. (I guess she doesn't watch enough Eat Bulaga.) She scored VC (a notch below O) in English. (Thank God for cable TV.)

Not surprisingly, she scored perfect in her first quarter exam on Religion. According to her teacher, LP absolutely loves discussing God. She even elaborates on her answers.

(Mental note: Research on kid-friendly versions of 'Ol Nick's The Prince.)

Hard feelings begone!

Some people have got more balls than others.

Let's pit my Hemingway-wannabe-it's-complicated-but-we're-friends friend against the seed of my beautiful offspring.

The former sent a "token" of his friendship and appreciation of my candor this morning. The token? A freakin' beautiful Emporio Armani wristwatch, along with a pashmina (because my cube is directly under an A/C vent) and a pretty scarf.

Talk about closure. Or starting over as friends? Whatever. I guess, at the very least, the message was, "No hard feelings."

Now for my selected sperm donor.

Zip.

No, I don't expect him to shower me with expensive jewelry. But given how many years we've been together, and how freakin' long it's been, and that we've both moved on without ripping each other's heads off, shouldn't he at least even have the decency to initiate unhostile talks for the sake of his daughter? Or at least say, No hard feelings, let's talk about her this once.

New guy

Is this the new Kimi?

This guy, Robert Kubica, placed third in yesterday's F1 race in Monza, Italy. It was his third race in F1. Imagine that.

Exciting race. Quite an emotional victory for Schumacher, who announced his retirement. (Yay!) Kimi (handsome as ever) won second. Alonso's (sorry, baby!) engine gave out in the middle of the race. So now, Ferrari's got two points over Renault, total.

Back to Kubica. Wow, this guy was leading the race for more than a few laps.

He's so hot.

Another apple tale

One Sunday morning:

LP: Let's play chess!

Cat: Huh? You know how to play chess?

LP: Yes!

Cat: Who taught you?

LP: Yaya!

Cat: Do you know how to play it?

LP: Yes!

Cat: How?

LP: When the black eats the white, you're dead!

Cat:....