While walking to my room one day, a roach came out of nowhere and stopped in front of me as if challenging me to a duel. This wasn’t any of those sissy roaches. It was like the grand daddy of roaches with big wings and fangs (ok, I made that last thing up).
After a long pause and stare, I thought about wacking him with my slippers. I slowly grabbed my slipper and took a few steps forward. La cucaracha didn’t even budge as if telling me “You wouldn’t dare”. He’s right, I wouldn’t… why?
1) These are original Reefs.
2) His cousins are somewhere watching and would swear revenge against me.
3) It would make a mess.
4) Wacking roaches with slippers is like so 1970’s. (The 2007 way would be to write them on your blog… like what I’m doing right now)
Ok McGyver, how do you kill it without squishing him?
The rules are simple. You can’t leave the area since that means I’m running away and mister cuca there will escape and tell his friends that that fat dude is a big wimp. I was in the hallway so I can’t run to the yard and grab a broom. You must only the things that are within an arm’s reach. A Baygon would have been perfect but it’s somewhere outside. I had to use something else...
A candle and a match. Burn him? He’s no witch.
Dental floss. Hang him? If ever he was a dictator I’m sure he wasn’t that bad.
A whiteboard marker. Yea… draw a moustache on his face. That should scare him off.
Scissors. Just like a horror movie. I could tie his legs with the dental floss and leave the scissors there. Oh, you haven’t watched “Saw”?
Toothpicks. Give us one each and see us duel to the death. I’m sure he would protest once he realizes toothpicks can’t penetrate through my layers and layers of fat.
A USB flash drive (which belongs to dad). It uses USB 2.0 technology… not sure if it’s compatible with this specie of roaches.
A box of audio CD’s. The most sinister one is Jose Mari Chan’s. I’m sure after playing “Beautiful Girl” for the 26th time he’ll commit suicide.
A box of tissues, car keys, a calculator, a pile of bills and mail, figurines, yeesh… all worthless.
A few feet away was a can of… BAYGO… oh wait it’s Glade. Well, it looks like a can of Baygon. What does Glade do to roaches anyway? I took the can, moved slowly and sprayed it directly at him.
He ran a few feet towards the living room and disappeared under one of our old tables. So much for Arn the Cucaracha Slayer. Now we have a ticked off roach on the loose around the house that smells like a bouquet of flowers.
Tuesday, January 09, 2007
Monday, January 08, 2007
Celebrating 2006
“Me.”
That was my theme for 2006.
It does sound selfish but on December 2005, I felt that in order for me to move on I must start with myself. The previous years were rough and I end up living life one day at a time. I said to myself that 2006 will be my year. The year when I look ahead, I fix things and I do the one thing that summarizes the entire 2006 - getting the monkeys off my back.
2005, I had to walk away from two things that brought meaning to my life. I officially went into rebuilding mode. 2005 was about people telling me I couldn’t accomplish much, that I was nothing and was treated like dirt. 2005 really bombed.
Conversely, 2006 was probably the best year I’ve had in my life. It’s like that one magical day in your life when all (and I mean ALL) things in your “today’s to do list:” are checked. 2006 is the happiest and most successful year I had and it didn’t have anything to do with the word “comeback”. It was the year when I proved my 2005 demons wrong.
2006 was a blast and as I counted down the seconds of the year to the drum beats beside Manila Bay waiting for the fireworks, I can’t help but smile and pat myself on the back for a job well done.
Of course, this wouldn’t have been possible without the help of you guys - from the person who takes care of me, my family who supported me, my friends who looked out for me, my “kids”, my Chicago family (2 of which are here already) and to everyone who frequents this blog. Thanks for reading and laughing with me.
That was my theme for 2006.
It does sound selfish but on December 2005, I felt that in order for me to move on I must start with myself. The previous years were rough and I end up living life one day at a time. I said to myself that 2006 will be my year. The year when I look ahead, I fix things and I do the one thing that summarizes the entire 2006 - getting the monkeys off my back.
2005, I had to walk away from two things that brought meaning to my life. I officially went into rebuilding mode. 2005 was about people telling me I couldn’t accomplish much, that I was nothing and was treated like dirt. 2005 really bombed.
Conversely, 2006 was probably the best year I’ve had in my life. It’s like that one magical day in your life when all (and I mean ALL) things in your “today’s to do list:” are checked. 2006 is the happiest and most successful year I had and it didn’t have anything to do with the word “comeback”. It was the year when I proved my 2005 demons wrong.
2006 was a blast and as I counted down the seconds of the year to the drum beats beside Manila Bay waiting for the fireworks, I can’t help but smile and pat myself on the back for a job well done.
Of course, this wouldn’t have been possible without the help of you guys - from the person who takes care of me, my family who supported me, my friends who looked out for me, my “kids”, my Chicago family (2 of which are here already) and to everyone who frequents this blog. Thanks for reading and laughing with me.
Friday, December 29, 2006
Arn's Mailbag! (part 1)
Feeling celebrity! :P Anyways, thanks for sending me mail. I kinda had to rephrase some of the questions (and delete some that wouldn’t be appropriate to answer here).
Why not take cooking classes?
Because I’m a Jedi cook. I cook by instinct and not by the book (let the force flooooow). True, I print some recipes and shop for the ingredients then I follow step 1 then end up making up the rest of the steps. Also, I don’t measure. I’ll end up wasting time and money. I might as well take ballet lessons right?
Besides, cooking to me is more about having fun than eating. I burn or mess up 78% of the food I cook but I have fun all the time.
...more cooking entries!
sure!
Hey Arn! Why do you call Liza “Bianca”? She’s cute. Is she seeing someone?
Bianca on the left, Liza on the right.
That's a dead ringer if you ask me.
I fired that question for you straight up to Liza one day and it resulted into a rather lengthy interview. Anyways, don’t you think it’s a lot more fun if you figure that out from her blog? :)
Who’s Patch?
Someone from the company. She hosted the party and… that’s all I know actually.
How come you’re bald in your banner?
That was taken almost two years ago. I was thinking of changing it but I guess I still like my old emoti-arn pictures.
How’s Gezelle? Is she seeing someone?
She’s fine. I don’t think so but if you wanna go out with her you better fall in line. Visit Ge’s blog for more Gezelle news.
(and to answer your third question… nope.)
The other questions... I'll answer in future posts. :) For now, just keep on sending :)
Tuesday, December 19, 2006
The Other Company Christmas Party
The second of three company Christmas parties this year. This was the main company christmas party held at the World Trade Center with the theme: 12 Acts of Christmas (which meant there will be 12 presentations). With this, I have my 12 thoughts...
- The registration process was just brutal. I had to wait in line for 20 minutes just to get stubs and a glow stick. It’s somehow ironic that we're a company that specializes in high tech solutions to situations like these. It’s like a McDonald’s company Christmas party running out of food or San Miguel's running out of beer.
- If the registration line was brutal, the buffet line was just deadly. Jaye and I first lined up at this table only to be told that these were reserved for the “committee”. We switched lines. Sometime near the end of the party, I passed by the same table while getting drinks and saw all the food still “reserved” and colder than satan's heart.
- Come on. We’re not stupid. No one is going to fall for that.
- The buffet spread was better than the first party. Buffets should always have breaded fish and tartar sauce. Always.
- My theory for selecting the host: either get an excellent host from the TV/radio circles or get some from the company. The expectations for a host outside the company just increases exponentially. JM Rodriguez is good, not great. Patch was great. I still would go for my own male and female host selections.
- There were too many fire exit reminders. Are they expecting a bomb attack?
oh by the way, this is just creepy
- There is a lot of talent in this company. Singing, dancing, hosting… you name it.
- Imago’s Aia de Leon rocks. Just please please please please don’t rename your band to “Aia de Leon”.
- The raffle prizes were better than cool! For the 4th straight year I didn’t win (but Jaye won an Italianni’s GC!). The grand prizes were two Macbooks, two Samsung 32” LCD TVs and 4 business class tickets to the US! The major prizes were assorted high priced gadgets.
- Passage is a great band but not in the main highlight kind of way. They make you sing and dance with them but after their number, you sit down and ask “who’s up next?”.
- Imago’s done. Passage’s done. On to the main highlight of the night!!! Who is it?!? It’s none other than DJ GLEN PONCE!!!!!!!!!!
… (cricket sounds)
Who?
Come on now. My name has more hits in Google (try it) than this dude (though only of one is really me). It’s always bad when your featured main highlight of the night is greeted with “who the heck is that?”
Wait, before sending your hate mail, I’m not trying to diss the fella. I heard the first part of his work and I think it’s good (though I don’t know good club music from the bad ones). Read on to number 12… - They introduced DJ Glen and the crowd didn’t know how to react. If it was Rivermaya, they would have ran to the stage and tackled Rico Blanco. DJ Glen grabs the mic and talks with his black dude accent – like John Cena and Carlos Agassi. After some time, most of the people stood up and… upon hearing that no additional prizes will be raffled off, started leaving. It was only 10pm and people were walking away while muttering either they had to work tomorrow or they had to take a call or something.
Even I would have figured that out. The main highlight should be:
1) Either a band or a solo artist who’s really really good
2) Currently famous (no washed up bands please)
3) Has at least 1 song in the charts
While I assume DJ Glen is famous in the clubbing circles, let’s face it, the crowd is a live band type of crowd. Did anyone go to the company’s “House Party” event (which was a dance competition and club music event)? I think there were more people who went to the Eddie Gil concert.
He’s good… but a bad fit. My selection? I would go for a soothing singer or a loud and wacky band.
Oh, you can send all hate mails to --> arnoldrocks@gmail.com
Thursday, December 14, 2006
The Company Christmas Party
One of three company Christmas parties this year – a welcome change from the zero I attended last year since I was heaving snow at that time somewhere in La Salle Drive.
Getting there was a piece of cake thanks to my navigator (hi honey) and my uncanny ability to chase down buses. We first got lost in Makati’s one way street maze but saw one of the company’s buses which we followed all the way to Malate.
The place was simple and it passed my number 1 criteria for judging a place – parking. We were able to park as soon as we arrived. The stage was great, the lights and sounds were excellent
meet my team! Ferds, Moi, Mags and Al
Jaye and me
Liza and Edward kicked off the show. It was like Bianca Gonzalez and… Edward. They presented clips from the company’s American Idol-type contest from a few months ago.
Next up was some band. They were good… in a boring kind of way. Think Tim Duncan good.
Ah… the food! The buffet tables were filled and everyone started lining up. Normally I would use all my basketball skills (hawi, box-out and other panggugulang) to my advantage but decided not to since I was right in front of the big bosses table. The line was so long and slow, turn off the air conditioning and I would believe this was a government office. Jaye and I were already starving at that time. When we reached the table, the food was almost gone and we ended up with 2 small potato balls, tuna on a cucumber and some leaves with dressing (sorry, THAT didn’t qualify as a salad). I tried sweet talking myself to more servings and Jaye and I ended up with an extra potato ball. Wow.
The food was terrible. Potato balls tasted like failed cooking experiments. I couldn’t even drown it in tartar sauce since there weren’t any. The tuna tasted like how it was called – tuna on a cucumber. At least the leaves were fresh.
looks like a side order to me...
While eating, they brought out the host for the evening. It was some guy in drag, I didn’t know him/her but they say he/she is famous in local shows. Vice Ganda? Never heard of him/her but he/she was a natural - entertaining, witty and had the ability to turn a boring moment into a laughing spree.
Estrogen laced stage
One hot topic about it was the jokes he/she made while hosting. Some were inappropriate, either too mean or too green. I think it was ok for me since he/she doesn’t really represent the company and it was a good change of pace compared to the endless office jokes we have. Let’s face it, he/she pulled it off because of how he/she is. Imagine if Edward was there firing the jokes vice made… oh, I have a crowbar in my car.
First presentation was a dance medley. They looked good but the CD skipped and skipped and the group had problems readjusting to the beat. The whole number ended with more men in drag. They danced good and they look like they were enjoying themselves which is one of the true meanings of the season… (yea it was obvious I wrote something else here but changed it right before posting this entry hehehe).
yes they're dancing
There was another presentation that looked like it was pulled from Who’s Line Is It Anyway. It was a short skit but replayed over and over with some new twists. The first one was the normal version, then the “with feelings” version, then the gay version which obviously the crowd loved the best (especially the cops with the guns).
It’s funny how Filipinos view gay people and the gay way of life. The skit was brought down by poor microphone pickup. You could only see people walking left and right the stage shouting something and everyone in the audience trying to figure out what they were saying.
The last was the “people in black with white gloves against a blue light” presentation (which won by the way). It was good despite the long setup time, technical difficulties during the show and slow transitions from one image to another (it was like downloading images using dial up connection). Sorry, but I honestly hated this. No no no the performance was good. It’s just that I was in a Christmas party before and Jose Mari Chan’s “Christmas In Our Hearts” was played over and over and over and over again and hearing just one line out of it is just plain torture.
CIO: Christmas In Office
There was also a fashion show but for some reason I couldn’t concentrate because clips from Zoolander was playing in my mind.
Jaye told me I looked better than all of them and she gave me that “yup, really” look. I bet you if I took off my shirt and made my way to the catwalk she would’ve tackled me. It’s always a welcome feeling to be appreciated. (thanks honey!)
I saw one of the male models off stage and gave him a “sorry pare, but she prefers me” look. He smiled and I think a different message was relayed.
Additional food arrived. Jaye and I had extra servings of the same dishes – only bigger in quantity and a lot lot colder. Yuk.
The show was over and the main attraction was here – Parokya ni Edgar! I’ve never watched them live before. The performance was entertaining from start to finish and Chito kept it interactive, people would shout all song titles and they would just play. The best song they played? The Day You Said Goodnight ;)
Jaye and me with Parokya in the background
Jaye, Chito and me
The night was terrific. Let’s be honest, I’ve heard parties like these that bombed before. The presentations were so-so, the food was terrible, the fashion show was good, the host was good and Parokya was perfect. Summarizing the whole experience, it was a blast. My neverfail test for this? I arrived to the office the next day and the first person I saw told me “mabilis lang pare, parang kagat lang ng langgam.” – one of the hundred new inside jokes in the company.
Monday, December 11, 2006
TV or Not TV
(ugh, what a corny title but after writing it I couldn't think of anything else... anyways...)
After work, Jaye and I dropped by Glorietta to (1) canvas for a 5K 14 inch TV, (2) do grocery and (3) buy a gc at Nike.
We first dropped by Ansons where we scouted for TVs. I’ll be honest, I know almost nothing about TV features other that it being cable-ready or not. We first checked the no brand name section – cheap but feature packed units. Next we went to the branded section (JVC, Samsung, etc) where they have units with the same price but less features. We walked around the Sony section (Sony had it’s own area!?) and Jaye saw me laughing. I was walking around and pointing at the price tags… never thought Sony TV’s were this expensive. It was that kind of laugh but no of the "ha ha" variety… it was more like, "holy crap! it costs that much?!?"
Scouting was over and we were thinking about this one set that was reasonable but was over our budget and wasn’t the size we were looking for. We went to Landmark to do our groceries. Jaye and I share plenty of similarities, one of which is – we hate crowds and lines. We saw the people over at Landmark and aborted the grocery trip in a snap. Next was Nike where we bought a GC.
Sorry, I really can’t think of anything funny that happened over at Nike. What a boring store. I think it’s really because we couldn’t get the TV out of our heads. We were now computing how much the TV would cost, what it would take to buy it (what do we give up), where will we place it, etc… We went back to Ansons and ended up purchasing the 21 inch TV. It looked cool, really. The only problem now was where to put it on. The TV didn’t come with a free TV rack like the other flat screen versions. The TV rack wasn’t in our budget and we were now thinking of alternative McGyver-like alternatives. They brought out the new set, pulled it out of the box, turned the box over and before they could set the TV on top of the box, I looked at Jaye with a smirk, Jaye looked back with the same smile and gave me a "problem solved" high five. It was funny how we think the same.
The guy was now blabbering stuff about the TV, features, specs etc and the way he was saying it, it was obvious he memorized those from the manual. Jaye asked what the other differences are between the 14inch model and the 21inch model. The guy was quick to answer…
“ay marami ho m’am, pag 21 inch ho, mas malaki ang screen kaysa 14 inch. Tapos po mas malaki yung mga objects sa screen kaya di nyo na po kailangan tignan ng maigi.”
(for my EOP and foreign friends... read with a tagalog accent: “der are plenty op difrences m’am, da 21 inch model has a bigger scrin dan da 14 inch one. Da objects are bigger also and so you don’t have to look closer”)
Really? I never thought of that…
We completed the purchase and they carried the set over to my car. When we got home, I pulled out the TV set from the car (by myself), carried the TV to the room (by myself) and acted really macho and manly (trying to impress Jaye) then had to wince in pain, hold my back and say as quietly as possible “ooooooowwwwww” (while Jaye wasn’t looking).
The first TV set we bought… one of so many fun things just waiting to happen =)
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Cooking with Arnold VI
Life is like a batch of pancakes, you’ll never know what you’ll end up with.
Let’s see, I bought the easy mix batter. Add water with the powder mix and you have instant batter! No, I didn't mess that up. I used to play around in construction sites when I was a kid and i watched those workers mix cement. I took out a skillet, turned up the heat and away we go...
Attempt #1
I heated the pan, poured the batter mix and heard an unexpected sizzle - the only type you hear with sisig on a hot plate – a loud and angry hiss. I turned around, grabbed a turner (that’s what you call that spatula like thingie right?), grabbed a serving plate, turned around again.
And it was gone…
Pancake 1 evaporated.
My dog barked twice as if to tell me "too hot bruh" (yea he's from the ghetto).
Attempt #2
I lowered the heat, added a little more powder mix and poured it on the barely hot skillet. 2 minutes passed and it still looked the same, I went inside and watched “Mr and Mrs Smith” at Star Movies for a few minutes. Went back to the kitchen, grabbed the turner, and flipped the pancake. Let’s see, ¼ of the pancake stayed stuck, ¼ went flying off the skillet, ¼ was shredded, ¼ was successfully turned (and eventually shredded). The pancake was too big (It was the same size of the skillet) and it didn’t cook evenly.
at least it wasn't burned.
Attempt #3
Ok. In comes the butter then came a small portion of batter (same size as the burger patties at Jollibee). I went inside and watched the car chase scene. I went back to the office and Arn the Arsonist strikes again. I scraped it off the skillet and threw away the nasty hockey pucks.
ARNsonist? yea I thought of it too...
Attempt #4
Same as the third attempt but no more watching Angelina Jolie shoot bad guys. Ok fine I still watched but from a distance where I was still able to keep an eye on my hotcakes. Tried to flip it and… hey it didn’t stick! The bottom was… black but not charred. This thing was actually edible!
it's not burned, it's camouflaged.
Attempt #5
The obvious game plan – drown it in butter. In goes a tablespoon of butter and the batter. Finally, some successful pancakes! I was able to cook 6 more of these.
there's butter everywhere!
I brought it to the office for breakfast. Mags ate one and drowned it in maple syrup.
“Isa pa, Mags?”
“ay no na diet ako e.”
How come everything I cook makes people wanna go on a (and stick on a) diet all of a sudden..
Perils of a Fat Man - Addl
I just had to add this...
I went to the men's room and two urinals automatically flushed...
:-/
I went to the men's room and two urinals automatically flushed...
:-/
Wednesday, November 22, 2006
Perils of a Fat Man
- At KFC, everytime I order something (eg. 2 piece ChickenJoy) , I’m immediately asked “How many extra rice sir?”.
- At Jollibee in C5, I just ordered the cheeseburger meal. I was asked “How many sir?”
- At the Potato Corner here in the 12th floor of GT, I’m still a few feet away from the shop and the lady already prepares the “jumbo” sized container (but has no idea what flavor I’ll be getting). Actually when I enter that area where Potato Corner, the Empanada booth, popcorn and Greenwich pizza are located, everyone is initially sitting in this table chatting (since business is slow) then they see me and everyone goes back to their booths with the potato corner lady frying up a new batch even before I order.
- At home, after I confirm to my mom that I’ll be eating at home, the amount of food is doubled (or even tripled).
- Every Christmas, I always get the same funny gifts –-> medium sized shirts. I would try on the shirts the next day and my brother would roll around laughing.
- Everytime my family orders out at Don Henrico’s, they would order the buffalo wings and the shrimp pasta. My mom, my dad and my brother would all share the pasta (and just the pasta).
- Pizza huts calls every week and ask if I want to order something.
- Pizza hut actually refused to renew my Palm card (It’s that Pizza Hut card worth around 200 pesos that entitles me an extra pizza everytime I buy one). My brother bought one for me and I ordered pizza. I’m may be fat but I’m not dumb.
- I bought lots of shirts that was one size smaller hoping that this would push me to lose weight. They’re still there in my cabinet… with the tags.
- I was shopping for a long sleeved shirt. I picked one up, asked the lady if they have one of this in my size and she immediately hands me an XXL sized one.
- At Old Navy, I was asked if the shirt i picked out was available in small (obviously it wasn't for me). The girl walked away with a smirk.
- Before posting this, I went downstairs and ordered fries. “How many sir?”
:-/
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Chickens, Complaints and 25 Lost Minutes
It takes me 25 minutes to watch a TV show or run to the grocery and back to buy something or to run from Navy Pier to the North Ave beach. 25 minutes away from home going to the office means I’m somewhere already somewhere in C5 (unless it’s rush hour). 25 minutes to cook 12.5 bags of microwavable popcorn. 25 minutes is what it feels like when waiting for the elevator at GT. 25 Minutes is also a song by Michael Learns to Rock which I really hate but that’s not where I’m getting at.
Try 25 minutes in line in this drive through joint. I won’t name the place and the branch to show that I’m not bitter. Factor in hunger and stress from work and that 25 waiting minutes will feel like an hour.
Anyways, I was at the drive through of KFC in Libis (oops, it slipped). I pull into the single lane alley and there were 3 cars in front of me. Not bad right? 3 people in front of you in a line shouldn’t take long. After 25 minutes of waiting and grumbling finally I was at the order window. I asked why it took them 10 minutes to fulfill orders to which they explained that it’s taking them that long because everything is made to order. Made to order? I ordered a box of their KFC hotshots (it’s like these small spicy chicken tenders) and I was told to wait 10 minutes because they still had to cook it. Why? Were you surprised I ordered deep fried chicken? From Kentucky Fried Chicken? You think the car behind me will order Filet mignon and lobster bisque?
I stared at the KFC menu and thought… but everything is really deep fried. Put barbecue sauce on it and they call it chicken barbecue. Put orange sauce on it and it’s orange chicken. Put soy sauce, sugar and ginger and its chicken tempura. Drop it in lugaw and it’s arroz caldo. Get the point? They can gather up all the overcooked chicken pieces, shred it, put it in a sizzling plate, drown it in gravy, crack an egg on top and call it KFC-sig. I’m one of the worst cooks in history but I think I know what KFC’s base ingredient in their menu.
I got myself a 2 piece instead. One was all bones and the other was smaller than the paper wrapped cup of rice.
Timed it: 1 minute, 17 seconds and so ends one of the worst dinner experiences I had. I chopped up onions, opened a can of corned beef and had corned beef with burnt onions for my real dinner… and oh, a cup of gravy.
Try 25 minutes in line in this drive through joint. I won’t name the place and the branch to show that I’m not bitter. Factor in hunger and stress from work and that 25 waiting minutes will feel like an hour.
Anyways, I was at the drive through of KFC in Libis (oops, it slipped). I pull into the single lane alley and there were 3 cars in front of me. Not bad right? 3 people in front of you in a line shouldn’t take long. After 25 minutes of waiting and grumbling finally I was at the order window. I asked why it took them 10 minutes to fulfill orders to which they explained that it’s taking them that long because everything is made to order. Made to order? I ordered a box of their KFC hotshots (it’s like these small spicy chicken tenders) and I was told to wait 10 minutes because they still had to cook it. Why? Were you surprised I ordered deep fried chicken? From Kentucky Fried Chicken? You think the car behind me will order Filet mignon and lobster bisque?
I stared at the KFC menu and thought… but everything is really deep fried. Put barbecue sauce on it and they call it chicken barbecue. Put orange sauce on it and it’s orange chicken. Put soy sauce, sugar and ginger and its chicken tempura. Drop it in lugaw and it’s arroz caldo. Get the point? They can gather up all the overcooked chicken pieces, shred it, put it in a sizzling plate, drown it in gravy, crack an egg on top and call it KFC-sig. I’m one of the worst cooks in history but I think I know what KFC’s base ingredient in their menu.
I got myself a 2 piece instead. One was all bones and the other was smaller than the paper wrapped cup of rice.
Timed it: 1 minute, 17 seconds and so ends one of the worst dinner experiences I had. I chopped up onions, opened a can of corned beef and had corned beef with burnt onions for my real dinner… and oh, a cup of gravy.
Friday, November 03, 2006
The Past Month
Let's see if I can summarize everything that happened for the past month in one paragraph...
We deployed the reporting application I helped develop thus marking the assignment a huge huge huge success. I turned down something people would kill for - an onshore extension. I had three going away parties - one early one from She, Sha, Lei, Lorna, Mike and Jhon with my favorite choco cake from Jewel, one from all the onshore people and another one again from She and company. I cried when they sprung my first surprise. I cried even more when they sprung their third, wherein they prepared a very touching video. In one day I managed to stuff everything in the apartment into one box. The box was bursting but was literally covered in gray duct tape. Ria and RJ drove me out... really nice of them (thanks Ri!). My first day back, Jaye presented me another touching thank you and congrats video from everyone... literally - everyone in Chicago, my team, my friends and everyone in Manila. I stunned her back with my Chicago surprise - the Debbie project :P. I was surprised to see how expensive everything now especially food and fuel. My knee got worse and my plantar fasciitis got more unbearable, I really need to see a doctor. I scored 11 points in my comeback game and my first shot was a stepback fadeaway three pointer which swished - vintage :P. That was followed by a floater then 7 bricks. I still have no lateral movement. I got myself new eyeglasses. I had the suspension of my car replaced and I had to wait for almost 30 minutes just for them to swipe my card because Vince Hizon was there and all the receptionists were having their picture taken. My receipt from that shop says "Customer Name: Vince Hizon"... hmmm... I was mistaken for Vince Hizon... happens all the time. I got my license renewed. After shattering my camera, I got myself a new one after some quick accounting clearances and financial plan changes.
wow! :P
We deployed the reporting application I helped develop thus marking the assignment a huge huge huge success. I turned down something people would kill for - an onshore extension. I had three going away parties - one early one from She, Sha, Lei, Lorna, Mike and Jhon with my favorite choco cake from Jewel, one from all the onshore people and another one again from She and company. I cried when they sprung my first surprise. I cried even more when they sprung their third, wherein they prepared a very touching video. In one day I managed to stuff everything in the apartment into one box. The box was bursting but was literally covered in gray duct tape. Ria and RJ drove me out... really nice of them (thanks Ri!). My first day back, Jaye presented me another touching thank you and congrats video from everyone... literally - everyone in Chicago, my team, my friends and everyone in Manila. I stunned her back with my Chicago surprise - the Debbie project :P. I was surprised to see how expensive everything now especially food and fuel. My knee got worse and my plantar fasciitis got more unbearable, I really need to see a doctor. I scored 11 points in my comeback game and my first shot was a stepback fadeaway three pointer which swished - vintage :P. That was followed by a floater then 7 bricks. I still have no lateral movement. I got myself new eyeglasses. I had the suspension of my car replaced and I had to wait for almost 30 minutes just for them to swipe my card because Vince Hizon was there and all the receptionists were having their picture taken. My receipt from that shop says "Customer Name: Vince Hizon"... hmmm... I was mistaken for Vince Hizon... happens all the time. I got my license renewed. After shattering my camera, I got myself a new one after some quick accounting clearances and financial plan changes.
wow! :P
Tuesday, October 17, 2006
Oops, I Did It Again
Arn cooks... Arn burns!!!
Yup! The great iron chef (Iron Chef Tostado) does it again. Yes yes, he has burned so many things already in both Sterling and Oakwood apartment kitchens but the Sultan of Sunog does it again with his second culinary masterpiece...
The instructions said "preheat oven, remove plastic and place in oven for 20 minutes". I preheated the oven, removed the plastic, placed the pizza in the oven and more than 20 minutes later, there laid in front of me the monstrosity that was Burnt Pizza. Joyce will kill me for desacrating a Red Baron 4 Cheese Pizza. Sha, She and Lei were all kind enough to grab a slice, take a bite (and it sounded like someone was eating chips) and tell me "No Arn, it's not THAT burnt"
Yeah right. Like the ocean is not THAT wet.
Besides, I'm sure the pizza will passed my test for burnt food -- grab a slice, use it to knock on your flatmate's door. It he/she answers, you're screwed.
As ironic as it sounds, I've never tripped the smoke alarm... ever. I guess I'm fast in opening windows. As always, I ask... "Bakit iba itsura sa box?"
ok ok ... all together now... "COZ YOU BURNED IT STUPID"
Oh, what's my first culinary masterpiece? Burnt rice... through a rice cooker!
"How can someone burn rice from a kitchen appliance that was designed never to burn rice?!?"
It's called talent. pure talent.
Yup! The great iron chef (Iron Chef Tostado) does it again. Yes yes, he has burned so many things already in both Sterling and Oakwood apartment kitchens but the Sultan of Sunog does it again with his second culinary masterpiece...
"attempted pizza"
The instructions said "preheat oven, remove plastic and place in oven for 20 minutes". I preheated the oven, removed the plastic, placed the pizza in the oven and more than 20 minutes later, there laid in front of me the monstrosity that was Burnt Pizza. Joyce will kill me for desacrating a Red Baron 4 Cheese Pizza. Sha, She and Lei were all kind enough to grab a slice, take a bite (and it sounded like someone was eating chips) and tell me "No Arn, it's not THAT burnt"
Yeah right. Like the ocean is not THAT wet.
Besides, I'm sure the pizza will passed my test for burnt food -- grab a slice, use it to knock on your flatmate's door. It he/she answers, you're screwed.
As ironic as it sounds, I've never tripped the smoke alarm... ever. I guess I'm fast in opening windows. As always, I ask... "Bakit iba itsura sa box?"
ok ok ... all together now... "COZ YOU BURNED IT STUPID"
Oh, what's my first culinary masterpiece? Burnt rice... through a rice cooker!
"How can someone burn rice from a kitchen appliance that was designed never to burn rice?!?"
It's called talent. pure talent.
Thursday, October 05, 2006
Of Customer Services
I dropped by the Guitar Center along Halsted to buy some light GHS guitar strings. The guy who assisted me was this long haired, unshaven rocker looking dude and he was like "yo dude, these strings kick serious ass, this will do you good." using a surfer accent. Think... Michaelangelo from the Ninja Turtles.
On my way home, I dropped by Best Buy to buy a spindle of CD-R's. The guy who assisted me was this curly haired, short, thin, pimples and a pair of glasses. I asked about which laptop brand is the best and he was like "hmmmm... the Dells are ok but beware of the Windows blue screen... you can actually opt to get some Satellites
for Toshiba then you can just upgrade the RAM so you can maximize the performance of the new Core 2 Duo processor" in a veeeeery geeky tone. I also dropped by the camera section and it was another long haired dude but this time in a ponytail and a goatee who was telling me more stuff about photography.
I hate to stereotype people but they really did belong to whatever job they had.
This morning, I called Northwest and asked about luggage details and this guy had the old low monotone pilot voice. Now that freaked me out.
By the way, you want a challenge? Try contacting NWA's customer service and ask something about the luggage you'll be "bringing". You dont need any account number of flight details... it's just a general inquiry. In my case I wanted to know how I can bring home my acoustic guitar.
Here's the number --> 1 800 692 6955. Call me up before you do this and I'll cook myself a batch of "Arn Burgers". I'll be done eating and you'll still be on the line :P. 2nd worst customer service ever. 1st is Best Buy (Sorry guys, but your customer service sucks)
Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Jaye and Arn
He welcomed her to his wacky wacky world.
He promised to make hers as wacky as possible.
Brave girl.
Now the days in the life of this wacko are shared with another future wacko...
sorry ladies, I'm taken...
sorry guys, I don't swing that way...
Monday, October 02, 2006
Chicago Botanic Garden
Chicago botanic garden, with its world-renowned plant collections and displays, is one of the US' most visited public gardens and a preeminent center for learning and scientific research. The 385-garden features.... oh just read it from their site --> http://www.chicagobotanic.org
It was my second time in this great place. It was the first with friends. My first visit there was part of my first great Chicago tour I named "Arn's Adventures" which was a huge success. The resulting book is in our living room probably under mom's coffee or dad's beer. I didn't have the luxury of people driving me around here and so I learned to move around via buses, trains and plenty of hiking. Anyways, this time I went there with Ria, Shawee and Gezelle. Ria was so kind to pick us up from Oakwood.
This was a huuuuuge garden... like Angelina Jolie's lips. Flowers, plants, fruits, trees, vegetables and everything else that grew from dirt. There are landscapes everywhere! Fountains, gazebos, benches, sculptures. Anywhere you look looks like a post card. The animals there were cool too! There were chipmunks, squirrels, fishes, ducks, insects and all sorts of birds. I saw a wedge of Swans too. I was kinda used to seeing swans with people on their back paddling. In one pond, Gezelle and I were taking pictures of this duck while a kid was throwing fruit loops at it. The fruit loops attracted these big fishes and one just came out from below and bit the duck's butt. I was laughing for a good 20 minutes like a seven year old. I went back to the duck and laughed at it...
"ahahaahahahaha kinagat sa pwet!".
I love my digital camera. I just recently shot my 10,000th picture with it (since the picture numbering has been reset back to 0). I really feel it is one of the best gadgets I had. Then comes Gezelle with her digital SLR camera. It was like I had a slingshot and she had an AK-47. A chipmunk ran by and her camera went rat-at-at-at-at-at with continuous pics. All clear and crisp. All properly zoomed. My camera went "bark" which went down in history as one of the lousiest sound effects you can have for a shutter release. The picture...well, there's this dot on the path that was supposed to be a squirrel but it looked like something that came from a dog. (kaya pala nag bark).
Here's a more detailed comparison.
It was my second time in this great place. It was the first with friends. My first visit there was part of my first great Chicago tour I named "Arn's Adventures" which was a huge success. The resulting book is in our living room probably under mom's coffee or dad's beer. I didn't have the luxury of people driving me around here and so I learned to move around via buses, trains and plenty of hiking. Anyways, this time I went there with Ria, Shawee and Gezelle. Ria was so kind to pick us up from Oakwood.
This was a huuuuuge garden... like Angelina Jolie's lips. Flowers, plants, fruits, trees, vegetables and everything else that grew from dirt. There are landscapes everywhere! Fountains, gazebos, benches, sculptures. Anywhere you look looks like a post card. The animals there were cool too! There were chipmunks, squirrels, fishes, ducks, insects and all sorts of birds. I saw a wedge of Swans too. I was kinda used to seeing swans with people on their back paddling. In one pond, Gezelle and I were taking pictures of this duck while a kid was throwing fruit loops at it. The fruit loops attracted these big fishes and one just came out from below and bit the duck's butt. I was laughing for a good 20 minutes like a seven year old. I went back to the duck and laughed at it...
"ahahaahahahaha kinagat sa pwet!".
I love my digital camera. I just recently shot my 10,000th picture with it (since the picture numbering has been reset back to 0). I really feel it is one of the best gadgets I had. Then comes Gezelle with her digital SLR camera. It was like I had a slingshot and she had an AK-47. A chipmunk ran by and her camera went rat-at-at-at-at-at with continuous pics. All clear and crisp. All properly zoomed. My camera went "bark" which went down in history as one of the lousiest sound effects you can have for a shutter release. The picture...well, there's this dot on the path that was supposed to be a squirrel but it looked like something that came from a dog. (kaya pala nag bark).
Here's a more detailed comparison.
Here's the duck from my cam
From Gezelle's cam. Parang grad pic!
ahahaahahahaha kinagat sa pwet!
After visiting the garden we dropped by one of my favorite stores in the world. Krispy Kremes!!! :D:D:D This was one of those stores where they actually made the donuts. They closed the only one in downtown I know and the others are just retailers. A devil appeared on my left shoulder and told me to forget about my diet. An angel appeared on my right shoulder and told me the same. Tapos nag apir sila.
We really enjoyed this day. For Ria, for driving us all the way there... a thank you so so so big.
...like Angelina Jolie's lips.
Thanks Ria, really.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Survivor: Chicago The Finale
Day 6 and 7
Sorry for those who have been asking for updates and I appreciate all who have offered help. You have no idea how much attention this series has generated. Day 6 was a pretty boring one and so I didn't bother writing about it anymore. The funniest thing (by my standards) that happened was when I had "Green Garden Expired Salad" for lunch. It was one fourth of a salad bag, some ranch dressing, pepper and "croutons" (which are really old slices of bread that i chopped... then I later found out that croutons are actually baked which is why they're hard... not because they're old and moldy... ewww...). I was saved though on that day since Rico had his farewell party and that night I ate up all the chicken wings i could gobble.
Day 7 came. Woke up, poured some milk that was past the "sell by" date and grabbed a bag of Cheerios (which was on sale at Walgreens). Turned on my laptop, checked my account online and saw that my allowance has been credited already. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I wanted to eat at Red Lobster that night but was too hungry to wait. I ordered for some Italian Beef (I've always wanted to try that) from Portillo's that night. Strangely, 1/4 into the sandwich and I was already full. :-S
...and so that concludes the reality bit. Some ending credits:
- I should have started a charity... "Alms for Arn" would have sounded nice.
- I lost 7.5 pounds. Maybe if my allowance took 2 more weeks, I would have gone up to 812, knocked and called Gezelle fat. :P
- Thanks to Jaye for making sure I was ok. (mwah)
- Thanks to Ria for offering the food she made for Rico's party.
- Thanks to Vince for offering to drive by and drop some canned goods.
- Thanks to Weng for offering to ship some frozen meat. Can you really do that?
- Thanks to Tessa and Copi for offering to lend me money. You guys would make a great couple.
- Thanks to Tito, Jhon and She for offering to lend me money. Jhon and She would make a good couple but... Jude's my friend e... sorry dre.
- Thanks to Mike for picking up the extra two dollars after our billiards game. That's good for 3 bars of Snickers.
- Thanks to Gezelle, Mel, J-Lo and Aji for always inviting me for dinner.
- Thanks to Gwen for the moral support. :P
- Thanks to Oakwood for the donuts and the cookies from the leasing office.
- Thanks to whoever cooked that pasta in the pantry.
Sorry for those who have been asking for updates and I appreciate all who have offered help. You have no idea how much attention this series has generated. Day 6 was a pretty boring one and so I didn't bother writing about it anymore. The funniest thing (by my standards) that happened was when I had "Green Garden Expired Salad" for lunch. It was one fourth of a salad bag, some ranch dressing, pepper and "croutons" (which are really old slices of bread that i chopped... then I later found out that croutons are actually baked which is why they're hard... not because they're old and moldy... ewww...). I was saved though on that day since Rico had his farewell party and that night I ate up all the chicken wings i could gobble.
Day 7 came. Woke up, poured some milk that was past the "sell by" date and grabbed a bag of Cheerios (which was on sale at Walgreens). Turned on my laptop, checked my account online and saw that my allowance has been credited already. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! I wanted to eat at Red Lobster that night but was too hungry to wait. I ordered for some Italian Beef (I've always wanted to try that) from Portillo's that night. Strangely, 1/4 into the sandwich and I was already full. :-S
...and so that concludes the reality bit. Some ending credits:
- I should have started a charity... "Alms for Arn" would have sounded nice.
- I lost 7.5 pounds. Maybe if my allowance took 2 more weeks, I would have gone up to 812, knocked and called Gezelle fat. :P
- Thanks to Jaye for making sure I was ok. (mwah)
- Thanks to Ria for offering the food she made for Rico's party.
- Thanks to Vince for offering to drive by and drop some canned goods.
- Thanks to Weng for offering to ship some frozen meat. Can you really do that?
- Thanks to Tessa and Copi for offering to lend me money. You guys would make a great couple.
- Thanks to Tito, Jhon and She for offering to lend me money. Jhon and She would make a good couple but... Jude's my friend e... sorry dre.
- Thanks to Mike for picking up the extra two dollars after our billiards game. That's good for 3 bars of Snickers.
- Thanks to Gezelle, Mel, J-Lo and Aji for always inviting me for dinner.
- Thanks to Gwen for the moral support. :P
- Thanks to Oakwood for the donuts and the cookies from the leasing office.
- Thanks to whoever cooked that pasta in the pantry.
Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Survivor: Chicago Day 5
Still no money. Actually I have 18 bucks left but I’m setting it aside for emergency. Gezelle paid me 10 bucks (we ate out last week), and loaned me another 10 bucks.
Same question. Different morning. What’s in the kitchen? I have tostito’s, a few more slices of bread, some pasta noodles, and spices. Spaghetti noodles with chips, basil, olive oil and pepper? Sounds nasty but I can place it there with the squirrel recipe :P
Now it gets real ugly. For lunch, I skipped the team lunch out since I went to the bank with Reza to help her setup her account and I thought it would be best if I don’t eat out for the next few days to hold on to what I have left.
Across our conference room was another room where a meeting just ended. It was a lunch meeting and so naturally… there was lunch. But they were now gone… and there was my lunch. I took a bite out of a roast beef sandwich with the petrified bread which carved the upper part of my mouth. Who cares? After that, in the pantry was a big platter of chocolate cookies, brownies and fudge bars.
I had dinner with She, Lei and Sha at Rock N Roll McDonald's. She and I shared a cheeseburger meal. =)
Breakfast: took 2 donuts from the Oakwood lobby
Lunch: kwento
Merienda: Pasta and brownies
Dinner: McDo
Thanks to…
Reza, Pads and Lianne for providing the kwento (or listening to mine)
She, Sha and Lei =D
Status: hungry.
Friday, September 15, 2006
Survivor: Chicago day 4
Still no money. No more pasta. No magic menudo. It’s always the same question I ask every morning while staring at my bare fridge.
“Now what?”
I don’t know why I even bother opening the fridge. Nothing there but my Brita pitcher, some packets of ketchup, cheese and other condiments. For lunch, I ate out with the team and used my emergency funds. I found out there was no maintaining balance for my account. Good.
I had dinner with She and Sha at my place after another long pictorial along Michigan ave. Though it wasn’t much, having people over for lunch/dinner makes you more full.
Breakfast: a donut. It’s on sale at Walgreens
Lunch: cheeseburger and fries at Portillo’s
Merienda: cookie which I took from the leasing office (hee hee hee)
Dinner: Jewel roasted chicken and bread.
Late night snack: the rest of the donuts. Portillo’s choco cake!!!
Thanks to:
Walgreens for placing the donuts on sale. I didn’t check the expiration date anymore. Don’t worry, if it’s bad already, I won’t sue.
Leasing office
She and Sha for having dinner with me. =)
Ria for the choco cake! My favorite!!! :D :D :D
Status: good but wondering when the blessings will end.
Survivor: Chicago day 3
No money. No more pasta. I was checking the house for any makeshift squirrel hunting gear.
Now it’s turning ugly. I was able to use the loose change I have to buy a wrap at the canteen. After work, I went grocery shopping and got me a roasted chicken (my tummy wasn’t well anymore). I invited Gezelle over to help me with the chicken. She brought the rice =)
Breakfast: a cup of water
Lunch: a half wrap.
Merienda: coffee from the pantry
Dinner: Jewel chicken
Late night snack: more water
Thanks to
Gezelle
My ashtray for holding my change for me.
Status: hanging on.
Survivor: Chicago day 2
No money. No more menudo. Time to hunt squirrels at the park?
I went to the office with a laptop and a prayer. Lunch time came and I was going to have coffee for lunch. I bumped into Shellane…
Shellane: yan lang lunch mo?
Arnold: a oo. Diet hahahhah…
20 minutes later she IM’d me and told me there was free salad and pasta at the pantry. 10 seconds later I was at the pantry with a styro plate and a big spoon. Salad? Nah… I took some pasta and placed it in a bowl, grabbed another empty bowl and placed a rubber band. I grabbed another bowl and ate that for lunch. The other one’s for dinner. I’m saved!!! Gezelle IM’d me a few minutes later saying that there’s pasta in the pantry.
“ows? Di nga?” :P
Breakfast: one last serving of menudo. Bye bye menudo.
Lunch: the pantry pasta
Merienda cold pantry pasta
Dinner: pantry pasta in a bowl (and a slice of bread)
Late night snack: even more pantry pasta
And they all tasted like menudo.
Thanks to…
Shellane
Gezelle
Whoever provided the pasta
Status: good.
I went to the office with a laptop and a prayer. Lunch time came and I was going to have coffee for lunch. I bumped into Shellane…
Shellane: yan lang lunch mo?
Arnold: a oo. Diet hahahhah…
20 minutes later she IM’d me and told me there was free salad and pasta at the pantry. 10 seconds later I was at the pantry with a styro plate and a big spoon. Salad? Nah… I took some pasta and placed it in a bowl, grabbed another empty bowl and placed a rubber band. I grabbed another bowl and ate that for lunch. The other one’s for dinner. I’m saved!!! Gezelle IM’d me a few minutes later saying that there’s pasta in the pantry.
“ows? Di nga?” :P
Breakfast: one last serving of menudo. Bye bye menudo.
Lunch: the pantry pasta
Merienda cold pantry pasta
Dinner: pantry pasta in a bowl (and a slice of bread)
Late night snack: even more pantry pasta
And they all tasted like menudo.
Thanks to…
Shellane
Gezelle
Whoever provided the pasta
Status: good.
Survivor: Chicago day 1
The biggest problem will be food as expected. I can go on a few more days without shopping for anything else but food will be the main hurdle.
Breakfast: menudo from tito roger
Lunch: reheated menudo from tito roger
Merienda: reheated menudo from tito roger
Dinner: reheated menudo from tito roger
Late night snack: reheated menudo from tito roger
Thanks to…
- Tito Roger
- Gezelle for bringing me food from Tito Roger =D
Status: good. Developed a strong dislike for menudo for the next few days.
Breakfast: menudo from tito roger
Lunch: reheated menudo from tito roger
Merienda: reheated menudo from tito roger
Dinner: reheated menudo from tito roger
Late night snack: reheated menudo from tito roger
Thanks to…
- Tito Roger
- Gezelle for bringing me food from Tito Roger =D
Status: good. Developed a strong dislike for menudo for the next few days.
Survivor: Chicago
The Greek tragedy of financial planning. Here’s what happened in a nutshell. I charged a lot for expenses this pay period and so I’m expecting a haul. Pay is given on the 7th. On the 6th, I bought myself a laptop which cost a lot but it was ok since I was gonna get paid the next day anyway. I think it was something I did but fate just came down and kung fu kicked that plan on the crotch.
My payroll processing got screwed up and they couldn’t give me the money yet. Right now my money is there and I’m sure to get it before I leave. The only question is when.
How about my credit card? Good question. There’s another twist when I bought my laptop. I bought one online, I was informed it was backlogged (will take 25 days to ship from their warehouse) and so I cancelled the order. The problem was that the amount floated in my credit account and now my credit card is worthless.
It’s not as bad as it seems to without money while on an onshore assignment. The utilities have been paid for. I have some groceries. Maybe this will be so easy… it will actually be boring and I’ll end up asking you guys to ignore these posts.
So what’s the status? I have 25.05 dollars, a CTA Pass (no need to pay bus/train fares), an ashtray full of loose change and some coins under the couch.
I appreciate the people who are trying to help me. The thing is, I dug myself into this hole and I’ll figure out how to get through this.
…I think.
Welcome to my first reality show series exclusive here at the ArnoldRocks blog! (who would post something this stupid anyway?) By the way, these were all posted on the same day here but I wrote it on my other blog days ago. Don’t mind the date/time. =)
My payroll processing got screwed up and they couldn’t give me the money yet. Right now my money is there and I’m sure to get it before I leave. The only question is when.
How about my credit card? Good question. There’s another twist when I bought my laptop. I bought one online, I was informed it was backlogged (will take 25 days to ship from their warehouse) and so I cancelled the order. The problem was that the amount floated in my credit account and now my credit card is worthless.
It’s not as bad as it seems to without money while on an onshore assignment. The utilities have been paid for. I have some groceries. Maybe this will be so easy… it will actually be boring and I’ll end up asking you guys to ignore these posts.
So what’s the status? I have 25.05 dollars, a CTA Pass (no need to pay bus/train fares), an ashtray full of loose change and some coins under the couch.
I appreciate the people who are trying to help me. The thing is, I dug myself into this hole and I’ll figure out how to get through this.
…I think.
Welcome to my first reality show series exclusive here at the ArnoldRocks blog! (who would post something this stupid anyway?) By the way, these were all posted on the same day here but I wrote it on my other blog days ago. Don’t mind the date/time. =)
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
The Past Few Days...
Ran Lakeshore
After some rehab sessions I was ready to try out my knee through some long distance running. Oakwood to Lakefront to North Ave Pier and all the way back. I was running while talking to my friend behind me. I think I was explaining something then a minute later, I looked back and Gezelle was more than 10 feet away from me. We reached the end of the pier with a magnificent view of the Chicago skyline, Lake Michigan and some geese. Dang! We didn’t bring our cameras =(
The next day, I got tendinitis and I was back on the disabled list.
Lucky Strike
Mike and I have been looking for pool tables around downtown to no avail. I know some pool tables but… well… they’re in bars and it’s a totally different environment there. There’s only one place here I know that has those Manila-style pool halls with 15-20 tables lined up.
Gezelle, Mike and I were supposed to go to Lucky Strike down Illinois St. Gezelle bailed out on the last minute after our 2 hour long pictorial in Michigan (pagod :P). Mike and I had to play one on one now on a small 14 dollar an hour table. 14 dollars?!??! (pause to convert)… but we were so desperate to play that we agreed anyway. This was the fastest game I played. No more thinking or strategizing. Just aim and shoot, aim and shoot, aim and shoot and once the 9 ball was down, 5 seconds later the balls are already set followed by a break another 5 seconds later. Mike won 11-6. Bill was 17 dollars (included tax) and we didn’t tip anymore. Mike didn’t know we had to. I didn’t know that Mike didn’t know. So it's Mike fault.
Transit
Clubbing and drinking on a Saturday night in Chicago. We went to transit again (see Gwenny’s blog for details about our previous event there). It was that night when me, She, Sha, Lorna, John and Mike were all not ourselves. Maybe it was the beer. Maybe it was the atmosphere. On a Saturday night that was supposed to be our rest night after a grueling trek earlier that morning, despite the fact that was raining ridiculously, we had fun. Lots of it.
Bought a laptop
It’s a Toshiba A105! :D Cool machine! I bought a lower version of this laptop online but then the order got backordered and fixing that was such a pain. You should have heard me over the phone with a customer service representative who could barely speak English. I was so upset you would have sworn I was talking German.
I eventually cancelled that order and bought one directly at Best Buy Clark. Patience really isn’t one of my virtues.
Rent
“I should tell you, I should tell you, I should tell you, I should tell you…”
Gezelle and I watched Rent… the musical/movie (so do you call it a movical?). We were glued from start to end… analyzing, feeling, singing then finally crying at the end.
Gezelle used up all my tissues. :P The next few hours I was singing about everything I saw…
“The eggs are buuuuurrned… the eggs are buuuuuuurned again”
“I don’t wanna get up, doesn’t feel good, doesn’t feel right after a weird and wacky Saturday niiiiiiiiight”
“I hab to do my laund-ree… so I hab to call up melody… but melody is busy… so I hab to wait for mon-dee”
“Whhhhhhhhhhhhy is the garter of my brip sira…”
oops… overshare :P
Friday, September 01, 2006
Labor Day
No-work Holidays are very few and far between here in the US so I plan to make the most of labor day on Monday next week.
I still don't get it though. We celebrate labor day...
...by not doing labor?
Not that I'm complaining but just like NAIA's terminal fee, it just doesn't make any sense.
I still don't get it though. We celebrate labor day...
...by not doing labor?
Not that I'm complaining but just like NAIA's terminal fee, it just doesn't make any sense.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
The Journey to Chi-town
It was time to leave for the airport and I was still snoozing with my bags still barely packed. I added an extra hour to the usual 3 hour check in requirement for international flights because of that London bombing attempt incident. A few minutes later, I woke up in panic and I was stuffing all the items I think I’ll need into my bag. I got ready in around 15 minutes, zipped Crispin and Basilio close (yes, my two luggages have names) and dumped them into the car.
A day before that our company sent out a memo that there will be no carry-on luggages allowed which means all I could bring with me was my passport and my travel documents in a big brown envelope. That was it. No iPods, no laptops, or other reading materials as they were all checked in.
I still don’t get it. Some time ago some dude placed a bomb in his shoes and now we have to take off our shoes every inspection. Now some dude had a bomb made of gel and liquid and now we can’t bring my Bench Fix hair gel and Gatorade on board? Imagine if that bomber snuck a bomb in his pants… :-/
So I was at the airport late and checked in just in time. I was able to meet up with Lianne but no sign of Gezelle. It was while in the check in line at Northwest when it was announced that we could bring electronics and carry on luggage after all (but still no liquid substances). I quickly stuck my hand into my luggage and grabbed any item I could take with me in my brown envelope. First try, I was able to pull my camera. Yay! I needed that. Next I was able to pull out a can of shaving cream. Hmm… back it went. Third try drew a Digtal Fortress book. Cool! At least now I have more things to entertain myself with.
After checking in, I had to pay the terminal fee. Fee for what? NAIA looks like a mess. The award for the stupidest fee is a toss up between the NAIA terminal fee and the LTO computer fee.
Then came the inspection. I was asked if I had any liquid with me. I wanted to tell her that the human body is made up of approximately 60% water but I know more than to fire jokes at airport security personnel. My inspection lasted for only a minute since I practically brought nothing - it was just a brown envelope in a plastic bag which I grabbed right before I left the house. The poor guy behind me was held up by the security people. He was holding something that was being analyzed and seriously discussed by four inspectors and they were obviously baffled about what to do with what he brought – a block of tofu in a tupperware. Well, in fairness it wasn’t really liquid and it wasn’t gel-like right?
Finally I was at the gates with Lianne who looked like a zombie… just like me. She made fun of the plastic bag I used to carry my envelope with. Well, I didn’t have time to grab the manliest plastic bag I could.
Pogi points = pogi points – 50
zombie
I boarded the plane, set down to my seat and was quickly asleep even before the plane took off. When I woke up we were already at Narita. Wow! That was fast!
At Narita airport, we were finally able to meet up with Gezelle who quickly made fun of my plastic bag as well. I was beginning to think maybe I should have taken the extra minute to look for my camouflage or my black Chicago Bulls plastic bag but noooooo… I had to grab the mint green and baby blue bag with two sissy fishies blowing bubbles.
Lianne and Gezelle’s flight was an hour earlier than mine so I used up the extra time to have lunch first at a nearby McDonald’s. Good thing they accept US dollars. In a heartbeat, I devoured my Beeg Maaku meela and laaaj frinch fraaaays. (you have to read it with a Japanese accent you goober).
I was mostly asleep during the 14 hour trek to Detroit and nothing big really happened. At the US immigration booth, the agent was laughing at me because I was going to Chicago and I was wearing a BoSox shirt. He told me not to get beat up there.
Next came the Detroit luggage carousel as I was looking for Crispin and Basilio. After going around the two carousels I found out that some jerk picked up Basilio and put him on the floor. Hey, if you grab a bag and it ain’t yours, put it back to tee carousel so it can er… uh… carouse its way to its owner (I’m bad at making up words). As for Crispin, it was on the other carousel. More inspections came and I was now even more tempted to fire the “body has 60% water” joke but I had to restrain myself. (No Arn, huwag dito…) After ditching my bags and going through another set of inspections, it was a mad rush to the gate for my connecting flight as I only had 10 minutes to reach the end of the Detroit Airport. I had the strangest feeling of déjà vu since the same thing happened back in Minnesota a few months ago.
Now I was flying FIRST CLASS to Chicago! Wow! All that frequent flying finally paid off. I was sitting in seat 1 – B. I was amazed with all the leg room I had and I was frequently looking back at row 6 behind me (the economy people) while swinging my legs madly. Heheheh (I’m so mean). I had a Pepsi and they gave me a glass of ice… not that dinky plastic cup. They also gave me gourmet mixed nuts which I finished within 20 seconds. They also gave me some pretzels which tasted like sticks with salt… ewww… this was 1st class?!? Oh well…
A day before that our company sent out a memo that there will be no carry-on luggages allowed which means all I could bring with me was my passport and my travel documents in a big brown envelope. That was it. No iPods, no laptops, or other reading materials as they were all checked in.
I still don’t get it. Some time ago some dude placed a bomb in his shoes and now we have to take off our shoes every inspection. Now some dude had a bomb made of gel and liquid and now we can’t bring my Bench Fix hair gel and Gatorade on board? Imagine if that bomber snuck a bomb in his pants… :-/
So I was at the airport late and checked in just in time. I was able to meet up with Lianne but no sign of Gezelle. It was while in the check in line at Northwest when it was announced that we could bring electronics and carry on luggage after all (but still no liquid substances). I quickly stuck my hand into my luggage and grabbed any item I could take with me in my brown envelope. First try, I was able to pull my camera. Yay! I needed that. Next I was able to pull out a can of shaving cream. Hmm… back it went. Third try drew a Digtal Fortress book. Cool! At least now I have more things to entertain myself with.
After checking in, I had to pay the terminal fee. Fee for what? NAIA looks like a mess. The award for the stupidest fee is a toss up between the NAIA terminal fee and the LTO computer fee.
Then came the inspection. I was asked if I had any liquid with me. I wanted to tell her that the human body is made up of approximately 60% water but I know more than to fire jokes at airport security personnel. My inspection lasted for only a minute since I practically brought nothing - it was just a brown envelope in a plastic bag which I grabbed right before I left the house. The poor guy behind me was held up by the security people. He was holding something that was being analyzed and seriously discussed by four inspectors and they were obviously baffled about what to do with what he brought – a block of tofu in a tupperware. Well, in fairness it wasn’t really liquid and it wasn’t gel-like right?
Finally I was at the gates with Lianne who looked like a zombie… just like me. She made fun of the plastic bag I used to carry my envelope with. Well, I didn’t have time to grab the manliest plastic bag I could.
Pogi points = pogi points – 50
zombie
I boarded the plane, set down to my seat and was quickly asleep even before the plane took off. When I woke up we were already at Narita. Wow! That was fast!
At Narita airport, we were finally able to meet up with Gezelle who quickly made fun of my plastic bag as well. I was beginning to think maybe I should have taken the extra minute to look for my camouflage or my black Chicago Bulls plastic bag but noooooo… I had to grab the mint green and baby blue bag with two sissy fishies blowing bubbles.
Lianne and Gezelle’s flight was an hour earlier than mine so I used up the extra time to have lunch first at a nearby McDonald’s. Good thing they accept US dollars. In a heartbeat, I devoured my Beeg Maaku meela and laaaj frinch fraaaays. (you have to read it with a Japanese accent you goober).
I was mostly asleep during the 14 hour trek to Detroit and nothing big really happened. At the US immigration booth, the agent was laughing at me because I was going to Chicago and I was wearing a BoSox shirt. He told me not to get beat up there.
Next came the Detroit luggage carousel as I was looking for Crispin and Basilio. After going around the two carousels I found out that some jerk picked up Basilio and put him on the floor. Hey, if you grab a bag and it ain’t yours, put it back to tee carousel so it can er… uh… carouse its way to its owner (I’m bad at making up words). As for Crispin, it was on the other carousel. More inspections came and I was now even more tempted to fire the “body has 60% water” joke but I had to restrain myself. (No Arn, huwag dito…) After ditching my bags and going through another set of inspections, it was a mad rush to the gate for my connecting flight as I only had 10 minutes to reach the end of the Detroit Airport. I had the strangest feeling of déjà vu since the same thing happened back in Minnesota a few months ago.
Now I was flying FIRST CLASS to Chicago! Wow! All that frequent flying finally paid off. I was sitting in seat 1 – B. I was amazed with all the leg room I had and I was frequently looking back at row 6 behind me (the economy people) while swinging my legs madly. Heheheh (I’m so mean). I had a Pepsi and they gave me a glass of ice… not that dinky plastic cup. They also gave me gourmet mixed nuts which I finished within 20 seconds. They also gave me some pretzels which tasted like sticks with salt… ewww… this was 1st class?!? Oh well…
Wheee... first class...
So there I was back in Chicago. Hello my friend we meet again… I ran to the luggage carousel and quickly retrieved Basilio. Where’s Crispin? I was waiting for more than an hour frantically looking for Crispin until the carousel stopped with still no sign of it. I was frantically running back and forth the carousels looking for Crispin but I still couldn’t find it. I wanted to shout “Crispiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiin!” but that would just look too stupid. Besides there were a lot of Filipinos in the crowd who might wonder why Sisa suddenly become so fat. I lined up at the nearby Northwest office and found out that Crispin was still in Detroit and will be arriving in an hour. So there I was sitting at one of the benches - exhausted and drained. An hour later, I was now deciding whether to take a 40 dollar cab ride or a 1.75 dollar train ride. My weary body was begging my brain to go for the cab but the wallet says take the blue line instead. So train train ride it was.
I arrived at the Thompson Center and lugged Crispin and Basilio out to the street for the 4 block journey to my hotel. It was real nice of Tessa to book me in that hotel. What a friend! Just when I was finally starting to feel happy fate just decided to put a halt to that. One of Crispin’s wheel came loose and now won’t turn and now it was like pulling a large sack of rice. 4 blocks later, I was at the hotel exhausted, drained and now sore, when I heard that one sentence that haunted me for a week - “There’s no Arnold here”. I didn’t have a reservation. “but but but my prend kold last wik and booked me to dis pleys.” (nawala na accent ko sa pagod). Turns out Tessa booked me to the wrong hotel more than 10 blocks away.
TV News Reporter: “…police are in Wacker drive here in downtown Chicago investigating on a filed report about a madman threatening a certain ‘Teysa’ while shouting what appears to be profane words in Tagalog near the Club Quarters hotel before fleeing away in a cab. Sources say that he is backed up by two goons named ‘Crispin’ and ‘Basilio’. Police wanted to label him as armed and dangerous but surveillance cameras show us what appears to be a mint green and baby blue plastic bag with two sissy fishies blowing bubbles and eventually declared him as just a big wuss…”
1 Win - 0 Loss
I think this was the first sport I ever played in Chicago. I hit two home runs while hitting with a left handed stance. The first was sliced to the opposite way just barely grazing the fence while the second was way over the fence to center.
Amazing? No doubt!
Felt good? Not one bit. :(
We were playing tennis.
Mike and I played last week too, I was losing 0 – 3 before they closed the courts. This time, I was losing 2 – 6 in the 1st set and was losing 0 – 5 in the 2nd set, when Mike decided to call time out and eventually called it quits.
So… according to the rule book, I get the win right?
Amazing? No doubt!
Felt good? Not one bit. :(
We were playing tennis.
Mike and I played last week too, I was losing 0 – 3 before they closed the courts. This time, I was losing 2 – 6 in the 1st set and was losing 0 – 5 in the 2nd set, when Mike decided to call time out and eventually called it quits.
So… according to the rule book, I get the win right?
Tuesday, August 29, 2006
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Book Tag
1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.
5. Don’t you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.
6. Tag three people.
“Being too handsome is indeed a problem that though has only plagued a select few, involves a big challenge and should be addressed properly in addition with the problems of being too sexy and too talented. In this chapter, we will be discussing these three problems all at once and at the same time, learning how to mingle with the average Joes and how to “dress down” so as to not offend the other not so fortunate and blessed ones. Humility will be discussed in full in the next chapter.”
… Ok fine I made that up. Here’s the real thing:
“Query parameters are different from report parameters in that they filter the rows of a dataset and are always linked to report parameters to get a value. When specifying a query parameter in a query, the notation that must be used is the @ sign followed by the parameter name. To manually create a map between the query parameter and a report parameter, select the dataset in the Data view, click the Edit Selected Dataset button, and select the Parameter tab.”
page 123, Microsoft SQL Server 2005 Report Services for Dummies by Mark Robinson.
This is what I’ve been reading the past week since this is why I’m here in the first place. =) What a geek!
I tag... Liza, Gezelle and Rogeena. =)
Monday, August 14, 2006
Back Where It All Happened
What are you doing here?
I don’t know.
You’re not yet supposed to be here.
I know.
…and yet I am. Back to the place that has meant so much to me already. Back to the place where it all happened. It’s weird coming back here. Surreal. Both Oakwood and Sterling have that aura. Same goes with La Salle drive, McDonald’s, #22 bus and Singha. So many places. So many events. So many memories.
To be with the people I said good bye to a few months ago. People I thought I would never be with again. It feels weird to be walking these streets and being with these people again.
Surreal. There isn’t any other word to describe it.
Monday, August 07, 2006
Elevator Basics
(set sarcastic_tone = true) … ok game...
The elevator is a veeeeeery complicated machine... I know... On the ground floor, there’s only one button and since it doesn’t have a label, who knows what it’s for right? When you enter one, there are too many buttons inside! I only need to go to the 22nd floor… Gee… I wonder which one I should press… I tried the one beside the big number “12” but oh no!!! it stopped on the 12th floor!!! There’s got to be an instruction manual somewhere… maybe it’s that sheet of paper the size of a stamp that’s on a 8x11 frame oh wait, that’s only the elevator permit. (Look, I’m not a legal expert but maaaaaaaaybe there’s a law that they have to print it on a 2x2 paper… the size of a photo ID… maaaaaaaaybe it’s to conserve paper, help the environment and save the endangered Philippine tube-nosed fruit bat… I really don’t know…)
Anyways, don’t worry because though I am weird, at least I’m helping you guys out by sharing my vast knowledge in the world of elevator usage.
Press the button just once. You’re on the ground floor, you’re late or you really have to go to the bathroom, you press the up button. Good job. Look, there’s no need to press it again. If it’s lit, it knows what you want. It’s thaaaat smart. Pressing and mashing the up button won’t make the cars arrive earlier. Once is enough. Besides, that technique is only known to work in remote controls. Press the change channel button and it doesn’t do anything. Press it harder and lo, more channels!
Look at the up/down lights. You press the “up” button because you want to go up. I won’t tell you what the “down” button does… there’s a quiz later. Once one of the elevator cars is available and does that doorbell-like sound, look at the lights on the outside – there’s an up light and a down light. If the down light is lit, it will go down. If teh up light is lit, it will go up. Trust me. I’ve tried it.
Closing doors. Filipinos are not known to hold the elevator door open for others, actually they even press the close button. If you are about to board an elevator then the door suddenly starts to close, there’s absolutely no need to shout and panic. There’s no need to scream at the people already inside the elevator. Just put your arm between the doors and it will open. There’s a silver thingie as well on the edge that once pressed, will open the doors too. It’s designed to close but not to crush people ok? Just stick out your arm, you’ll be amazed.
Face anywhere. While inside the elevator, there’s no rule where I can face right? I mentioned I’m no legal expert but this one I can be sure of. With that, if I want to board the elevator with my back against the door while facing the other people inside it, I will. Yes, Arnold is THAT weird. Besides, whenever I’m waiting for the elevator going down, then it does arrive but it’s already full and so I have to catch the next one, it’s funny how people “arrange” themselves such that when the door opens, it looks like a big family portrait.
Lastly, if the elevator buzzes, it’s saying “HEY!!! ARE YOU GETTING ON OR WHAT?!? DECIDE NOW AND STOP TALKING TO YOUR FRIEND! IF YOU WANNA TALK TO HIM, BOARD THE NEXT ONE, IF NOT, GET IN!”.
Ok fine, that last one I made up but if the elevator does start buzzing, and you’re still deciding whether to get in or not, you have issues, dude.
…and stop asking me what the “push to call” button is for.
The elevator is a veeeeeery complicated machine... I know... On the ground floor, there’s only one button and since it doesn’t have a label, who knows what it’s for right? When you enter one, there are too many buttons inside! I only need to go to the 22nd floor… Gee… I wonder which one I should press… I tried the one beside the big number “12” but oh no!!! it stopped on the 12th floor!!! There’s got to be an instruction manual somewhere… maybe it’s that sheet of paper the size of a stamp that’s on a 8x11 frame oh wait, that’s only the elevator permit. (Look, I’m not a legal expert but maaaaaaaaybe there’s a law that they have to print it on a 2x2 paper… the size of a photo ID… maaaaaaaaybe it’s to conserve paper, help the environment and save the endangered Philippine tube-nosed fruit bat… I really don’t know…)
Anyways, don’t worry because though I am weird, at least I’m helping you guys out by sharing my vast knowledge in the world of elevator usage.
Press the button just once. You’re on the ground floor, you’re late or you really have to go to the bathroom, you press the up button. Good job. Look, there’s no need to press it again. If it’s lit, it knows what you want. It’s thaaaat smart. Pressing and mashing the up button won’t make the cars arrive earlier. Once is enough. Besides, that technique is only known to work in remote controls. Press the change channel button and it doesn’t do anything. Press it harder and lo, more channels!
Look at the up/down lights. You press the “up” button because you want to go up. I won’t tell you what the “down” button does… there’s a quiz later. Once one of the elevator cars is available and does that doorbell-like sound, look at the lights on the outside – there’s an up light and a down light. If the down light is lit, it will go down. If teh up light is lit, it will go up. Trust me. I’ve tried it.
Closing doors. Filipinos are not known to hold the elevator door open for others, actually they even press the close button. If you are about to board an elevator then the door suddenly starts to close, there’s absolutely no need to shout and panic. There’s no need to scream at the people already inside the elevator. Just put your arm between the doors and it will open. There’s a silver thingie as well on the edge that once pressed, will open the doors too. It’s designed to close but not to crush people ok? Just stick out your arm, you’ll be amazed.
Face anywhere. While inside the elevator, there’s no rule where I can face right? I mentioned I’m no legal expert but this one I can be sure of. With that, if I want to board the elevator with my back against the door while facing the other people inside it, I will. Yes, Arnold is THAT weird. Besides, whenever I’m waiting for the elevator going down, then it does arrive but it’s already full and so I have to catch the next one, it’s funny how people “arrange” themselves such that when the door opens, it looks like a big family portrait.
Lastly, if the elevator buzzes, it’s saying “HEY!!! ARE YOU GETTING ON OR WHAT?!? DECIDE NOW AND STOP TALKING TO YOUR FRIEND! IF YOU WANNA TALK TO HIM, BOARD THE NEXT ONE, IF NOT, GET IN!”.
Ok fine, that last one I made up but if the elevator does start buzzing, and you’re still deciding whether to get in or not, you have issues, dude.
…and stop asking me what the “push to call” button is for.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
That Night
Before leaving for Glorietta that night, Jaye cut out some packaging tape as we wrapped the wiper blades which left a big question mark on Allan’s head. At least the wiper’s there. That’s Arn’s basic concept for repairs – if it moves but it shouldn’t, use packaging tape. If it doesn’t move but it should, use oil. Simple as that.
Funny thing I saw while driving home. On this one way street, a cop was in the middle waving his towel and directing traffic. Dude, it’s a one way street… where else would I go?!? Maybe he’s the same guy who worked at the DFA. Somewhere out there in the city, some helpless guy was probably held up but are the cops there to help him? Noooooo… they’re in Marikina… directing traffic on a one way street. Sheeesh…
By the way, remember the thing with my knee right? Last month, after more than 2 years of rest and rehab, I finally got the clearance from my doctor to play again. Cool! The first activity I did and I injured my foot – plantar fasciitis and it’s a bad one. Automatically, I was shut down for another 1 month. Finally, after lots of medicine and exercise, my foot’s good to go now.
… then I stepped on a pothole in the mall parking lot and badly sprained my ankle. I fell flat on the pavement again.
It’s like the Greek tragedy of rehabilitation stints. “Arn meet pavement… pavement meet Arn…”
“you again?!?”
That’s the thing with having badly injured legs like mine, it’s strong per se but one push and it collapses. One thing I learned through rehab is that it’s better to fall down than to try and regain balance since you injure yourself more frequently that way. This means that once I become even slightly off balanced I fall down as if I was shot by snipers… or like those world cup players.
On a side note, interesting how those soccer players, especially during the world cup play right? They are bringing down the ball, someone slides a few feet in front of them barely touching them, they fall writhing in pain, screaming as if someone pinched their… you know… with pliers, lie down, roll around, holding their leg then once the referee’s whistle blows, they quickly stand up and run casually to the opposite side of the field as if nothing happened. Wow!
Funny thing I saw while driving home. On this one way street, a cop was in the middle waving his towel and directing traffic. Dude, it’s a one way street… where else would I go?!? Maybe he’s the same guy who worked at the DFA. Somewhere out there in the city, some helpless guy was probably held up but are the cops there to help him? Noooooo… they’re in Marikina… directing traffic on a one way street. Sheeesh…
By the way, remember the thing with my knee right? Last month, after more than 2 years of rest and rehab, I finally got the clearance from my doctor to play again. Cool! The first activity I did and I injured my foot – plantar fasciitis and it’s a bad one. Automatically, I was shut down for another 1 month. Finally, after lots of medicine and exercise, my foot’s good to go now.
… then I stepped on a pothole in the mall parking lot and badly sprained my ankle. I fell flat on the pavement again.
It’s like the Greek tragedy of rehabilitation stints. “Arn meet pavement… pavement meet Arn…”
“you again?!?”
That’s the thing with having badly injured legs like mine, it’s strong per se but one push and it collapses. One thing I learned through rehab is that it’s better to fall down than to try and regain balance since you injure yourself more frequently that way. This means that once I become even slightly off balanced I fall down as if I was shot by snipers… or like those world cup players.
On a side note, interesting how those soccer players, especially during the world cup play right? They are bringing down the ball, someone slides a few feet in front of them barely touching them, they fall writhing in pain, screaming as if someone pinched their… you know… with pliers, lie down, roll around, holding their leg then once the referee’s whistle blows, they quickly stand up and run casually to the opposite side of the field as if nothing happened. Wow!
Tuesday, August 01, 2006
The Day My Wiper Bailed Out
It was raining hard this morning just like it did the past few days. I was stuck in the usual C5 morning traffic listening to Chico and Delamar gazing at the dark sky through my windshield which was temporarily cleared by my old reliable wipers which would wipe the rainwater off for a few seconds before it gets shrouded again.
The wipers each have 2 main clips on each end and 4 others in the middle. The 2 at the end hold the wiper blade while the 4 give it that arched design so it can glide through the glass cleanly. Then came the most horrific scene of the day, one of the clips came loose as the wiper was somewhat severely arched like a crossbow. What the?!?
Taran-taran-tarararan…
“Pop!” goes the wiper…
It was like I pressed the “eject wiper” button somewhere in the dashboard as it flew out – like a missile. Good thing it landed on top of my hood.
The bad news is that with the wiper out, the right side of the windshield wasn’t being cleared. The good news is that the left one was still working. The really really bad news is that without the right wiper, the 6 clips turned into 6 claws badly scratching away at my windshield. I quickly turned it off as the irritating metal-to-glass scratching sound was gone.
Great. Now I can’t see a thing.
I stopped and got out the car to fix the wiper blade. So there I was, drenched in the rain, studying how the whole wiper thing works by studying the left one and comparing it with the right one until I realized that the wiper blade is already damaged and I cannot really fix it.
Ok McGyver within, let’s see what you got.
I just reclipped it. I didn’t have time to gather up a paper clip, a string and some bubblegum (I dunno… this is what McGyver would look for I assume) and I was already drenched in the rain just like in those boyband music videos.
It worked… for a while. In Makati, the wiper came loose again and it started scratching at the windshield. I just turned it off and used my Jedi powers to navigate all the way until the office parking lot. Actually I was driving with my head constantly bobbing like a parrot looking for spaces on the windshield that is clear of rainwater. I also stick my head out of the side window ala Ace Ventura (but not all the way of course). Some Jedi power eh?
Going home tonight will be trickier I imagine…
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Arn @ the Dept of Foreign Affairs
I had my passport renewed for my botched onshore assignment. I’m not a big fan of government agencies as they all have the same long boring lines, poorly implemented system, manual processes and hundreds and hundreds of people.
Here are some random thoughts while at the DFA:
- As always, there are fixers everywhere! There’s an amazing booth outside the DFA that will “inspect” your photo and will come up with something that makes it unacceptable (and therefore you have to take your picture there).
- The instructions for renewing your passport is posted outside: “Proceed to the DFA basketball court and fall in line”. Basketball court? So you have to shoot some free throws to get your passport renewed? Make 1 out of 5 and get it 2 weeks later? Make 5 out of 5 and you’ll get it tomorrow? Make a shot from half court and you get a green card? Weird.
- The dude at the “data inspection” counter amazed me. He got my papers, typed something on the computer, stamped it then signed it… all without looking at my documents and without looking at the screen while talking to the girl at the other counter (who was doing the same thing). Wow!
- The passport claim area shows us the type of system these guys have. We have a window for all last names ending with “A”, another for “B”, for “C”, “D”, “E” “F” and “G” were in one window, well, you get the idea. “M” had its own window. “W” “X” “Y” and “Z” were all in the last window. Based on that, we all know how this was supposed to work right?
… and my passport came out of the “C” window. Genius.
- Here’s the funniest thing that happened that morning – all the people there had the same claim forms since we were all there just for one reason… (and that’s why they called it the “passport claiming area”)… Anyways, all the people fell in line and submitted our claim forms then we wait for our name to be called in an area 10 feet away from the counters. One annoyed employee picked up one of the forms, raised it up and asked sternly “Kanino ito?”
People were quiet. I was chuckling.
“KANINO ITO? DI KO MABASA YUNG SULAT.”
Look dude, if you can’t read it from 5 inches from your face, how can we at 10 feet? People started laughing. The poor dude was embarrassed.
Well, I got my passport now. Next stop…
Secret :)
Here are some random thoughts while at the DFA:
- As always, there are fixers everywhere! There’s an amazing booth outside the DFA that will “inspect” your photo and will come up with something that makes it unacceptable (and therefore you have to take your picture there).
- The instructions for renewing your passport is posted outside: “Proceed to the DFA basketball court and fall in line”. Basketball court? So you have to shoot some free throws to get your passport renewed? Make 1 out of 5 and get it 2 weeks later? Make 5 out of 5 and you’ll get it tomorrow? Make a shot from half court and you get a green card? Weird.
- The dude at the “data inspection” counter amazed me. He got my papers, typed something on the computer, stamped it then signed it… all without looking at my documents and without looking at the screen while talking to the girl at the other counter (who was doing the same thing). Wow!
- The passport claim area shows us the type of system these guys have. We have a window for all last names ending with “A”, another for “B”, for “C”, “D”, “E” “F” and “G” were in one window, well, you get the idea. “M” had its own window. “W” “X” “Y” and “Z” were all in the last window. Based on that, we all know how this was supposed to work right?
… and my passport came out of the “C” window. Genius.
- Here’s the funniest thing that happened that morning – all the people there had the same claim forms since we were all there just for one reason… (and that’s why they called it the “passport claiming area”)… Anyways, all the people fell in line and submitted our claim forms then we wait for our name to be called in an area 10 feet away from the counters. One annoyed employee picked up one of the forms, raised it up and asked sternly “Kanino ito?”
People were quiet. I was chuckling.
“KANINO ITO? DI KO MABASA YUNG SULAT.”
Look dude, if you can’t read it from 5 inches from your face, how can we at 10 feet? People started laughing. The poor dude was embarrassed.
Well, I got my passport now. Next stop…
Secret :)
Monday, July 24, 2006
On Weird Habits
I was blog hopping and I stumbled into Liza’s site again. I know I’ve already read this particular entry of hers before but I only realized now that I was tagged.
The topic?
8 Weird things about yourself…
So it’s a weirdo telling everyone else weird things about himself… where do I start?
Here’s how to play: The rules are, “once you’ve been tagged, you have to write a blog post with (8) weird things/habits about yourself”. At the end you need to choose the 8 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says Tag You’re It.” in their comments and tell them to read your blog…
1. Sound Effects
… which led me to think about applying at RX 93.1 with Gene. It didn’t push through though. I still do the old Donald Duck voice to quiet down crying babies. Sadly, I couldn’t do one of my favorites anymore ever since I reached 20 – the crying dog wail. I used to do that when cars would pass by hee hee.
2. OC and locking cars
It’s my daily routine – I park my car in the morning. I hop out then walk towards the lifts. 20 steps away, I run back to the car and check if I locked it. I walk towards the lifts again then I forget if I did lock it or not.
Sometimes while I’m at my desk the thought still lingers… “did I really lock my car?”
3. Lists and Post Its
I always have a to do list, a to buy list, a to do for now list, a to buy just for this particular trip list, a to do now or never list and I even use sublists like say, a to do list for the weekend which will have a list inside it just for Saturday afternoon. Once I start working on the things on my list, anything not on it will have to wait which is why my mom would always sneak in her chores into my list. Nice one mom…
I have post its everywhere. Most of these are quick thoughts and random “to do’s”. My last post it pad actually I used up all in writing verses and quotes and guitar chords all of which I stuck behind my guitar. For some of you, you know which quote I'm talking about...
4. Switch Shooter
…when playing basketball. I shoot free throws with my left hand. I shoot three point shots with my right. I shoot left handed on the right side of the court and I shoot right handed on the left side of the court. Go figure. I guess that makes me harder to defend?
5. LSS
When I get hit by LSS it’s always a bad case. It doesn’t matter if the song is old and new, sung by a guy or a girl, ballad or rock, pop or novelty. For some reason, the unusual songs are the ones that catch on really fast (eg. Quit Playing Games with My Heart and Don’t Touch my Birdie)
6. Microscopic Handwriting.
I measured it, it’s 1mm for lower case letters and 1.5 for upper case. It’s handy when I have just a small amount of material with so many things to write and it’s impossible to be copied from during exams. I would just leave my paper on top my desk and still no one could copy off it. The downside is that it takes me forever to write a sentence. This is why I never really write down my thoughts since my brain gives them out faster than I write them (which leads to a lot of lost thoughts). I have to type them :-/
7. MSN status
Ok ok. I admit I kinda got the idea from Gezelle but I really do love using the MSN status feature for letting out what I feel. Sometimes I write out the exact line of a song that just made me think (not necessarily it applies to me). Oftentimes it leads to controversy and a lot of questions. It’s amazing how other people really do notice these messages (eg. Mahar, Berns, Jaye and Ria). One thing I observed? The people who notice my status messages are the same people who let it all out through MSN statuses as well. Takes one to know one I guess.
8. No Sense at All
Typical Arn – does a lot of things that just doesn’t make sense. I sing songs even though a different song is being played on the radio. I would pick up an item in a shop then browse on another item that’s on the display. I make up my own nickname for all my friends (eg. Mags is now Maggie, Ester is now Liggy, Fritzie is Fritty, etc etc…). I wear my watch on my right hand and I remove it when I’m in the office and set it beside my keyboard. I eat a double whopper and fries with diet coke… etc etc etc... absolutely no sense at all.
Told ya I’m weird…
I’m tagging hmmm…
Mags, Fritzie, Gwenny, Ria, Geena, June, Pamie and Knoll
You’re it!!! =D
Friday, July 21, 2006
I'm a Talent!
I'm a Talent!
You're a risk-taker, and you follow your passions. You're determined to take on the world and succeed on your own terms. Whether in the arts, science, engineering, business, or politics, you fearlessly express your own vision of the world. You're not afraid of a fight, and you're not afraid to bet your future on your own abilities. If you find a job boring or stifling, you're already preparing your resume. You believe in doing what you love, and you're not willing to settle for an ordinary life.
Talent: 56%
Lifer: 44%
Mandarin: 41%
Take the Talent, Lifer, or Mandarin quiz. I got this from Gwenny's blog. =D
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
Hail to the Pacman
He KO'd Morales a few months ago and he just toyed with Larios in his last bout last weekend. He's a symbol of hope for Filipinos that through hard work you can achieve anything.
This is why I'm not surprised he's in all the ads around the country. He has given so much to this country that I think he should be given more than just endorsement deals, a movie and an album.
Why not...
make him our national hero!
and while we're at it, why not put his face on one of our bills?
yup! Give credit where credit is due!
This is why I'm not surprised he's in all the ads around the country. He has given so much to this country that I think he should be given more than just endorsement deals, a movie and an album.
Why not...
make him our national hero!
and while we're at it, why not put his face on one of our bills?
yup! Give credit where credit is due!
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Of Chicago Parks and Statues
Lots and lots of parks… one of the things I really like about Chicago. There are more parks in Chicago than there are Ministops in Makati and these are parks where you can actually hang out and do stuff in. We also have parks here but they aren’t as nice the ones there. Besides, if I wanted to go to a place where I can read a book, draw or write something or just bum around, I’d probably go to the nearest Starbucks...
… or I can go to work.
My favorite parks in Chicago would include Wicker (hay…), Millenium (skating!), Grant (big open space) and Lincoln (lotsa squirrels).
Some things I found weird though about the parks, particularly the statues in it:
1. Lincoln in Grant Park
Walk into Grant park and you would see Buckingham fountain which used to be the biggest fountain in the world. Walk around and you would see a statue of… Abe Lincoln? What’s Lincoln doing in Grant park? Why not call this Lincoln park instead? Dunno, doesn’t make any sense really.
2. Grant in Lincoln Park
Take bus #22 along Clark and go down at Lincoln Park Zoo. It’s a nice clean place and best thing about is… it’s free! It’s also the place where I found the most squirrels (and you know I love them little critters). The pond at the middle, the ducks and geese, there’s a camel and oh wait… there’s a statue of Grant. Now what’s HE doing here?!?
Lincoln in Grant park. Grant in Lincoln park. It still doesn’t make any sense. In fact, what the heck where they thinking?!? How did they name these places?!?
Flashback to the early 1900’s:
Person 1: The Chicago Parks committee meeting is now in session. Now what do we name that place where Grant’s statue is?
Person 2: Lincoln park!
Person 1: Wow! That’s smart! But what do we name that place where Lincoln’s status is if we’re gonna call this other place Lincoln park already?
Person 2: Uh… Grant park?
Person 1: Wow! I NEVER thought of that!
Yeah yeah let’s laugh at them but years later they built the Sears Tower, reversed the flow of the Chicago river and drafted Michael Jordan.
At least we know whose statue to find when we go to Rizal Park :P
3. Grant’s Shoes
Here’s a theory: Maybe the statues were originally placed where they should supposed to be. If that was the case, how did they “switch” them? Maybe Lincoln and Grant walked… hahahahah
Or did they?
Here’s a pic of Grant’s statue. See his shoes? Those are grass and straw caught in his shoe. Wow! Could it be possible that this statue actually walked all the way there? You know what this means? You’re already riding a horse… then you decide to walk all the way instead?!?
4. Unusual Lincoln statue
Statues of people either in their finest moment or in a made up majestic pose. Did you see Michael Jordan’s statue at the United Center? Did you see the Christopher Columbus statue shrine? How about Lincoln… I wonder which pose he should have?
Never mind the “sitting Lincoln” statue. This here is the “fabulous Lincoln” version.
Weird isn’t it?
Now where did I see that pose before... lemme see... hmmm...
oh right...
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