Friday, February 26, 2010

sam's kennel?!?!

Cuchi: yellow, female lab, named after the cuchi tunnel which sis recently visited, remotely related to Jennifer Aniston's Marley but displaying the same destructive potential, left the with us from an obscure dog farm in Bata two weeks ago. Once left unleashed around the house, she has managed to chew off two of my loafers, mum's slippers, Nene's shorts, three pages of broadsheets. Tara: fawn, female, pug and sis to Bella which we collected from Talisay three days before we brought Cuchi home. Feisty yet yelped real loud during her final shot for Parvo today which we nearly missed. Willful and smart that she has successfully escaped the confines of the carrier countless times in the past week. She has a making of another spoilt pug.
And of course, you have already met the awesome Shifu and our most special one, Bella.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

CNY 2010

Feb 12 - As preparation for future action, I took the trip to the NBI office and got a copy of the clearance that would be one of my tickets to getting a job offshore. About where that is, it remains unknown yet. And I thought 7:30 a.m. was early enough. It's a lesson learned, especially that waiting meant killing time, mainly eating. The heat that early was already unbearable so having a halo-halo a Chowking seemed fair. For lunch, it's lechon macao and drumsticks at apollo.


chinese new year preparations by the lagoon

Feb 14 - The group met at 7:00 p.m. at the A/C room of South Grill along Lacson extension. Dinner was uneventful as everyone seemed keen about getting the main event over (or was it just me?). Changes on the job description were discussed as well as new management rules re Reliability and so was the assignment of admin tasks.


Food was good yet the crabmeat was a suspect for some inexplicable itch which surfaced just after dinner. The Dragon Dance was a surprise. It was a novel experience. That most of the customers that night were Chinese was realized belatedly. They all knew about the Dragon Dance and that they were actually there to see it.


crispy pata...finger-lickin' good!

Saturday, February 13, 2010

Vacation Leave

Wow! A week has passed but I barely noticed it.

On Monday (Feb 8), on top of picking up tiles for the bathroom (striking red for mom's and brown for ours) we brought home the latest addition to our growing number of canine friends, Cuchi, a yellow female lab (named after sis' trip to the historical place she recently visited). Did I mention bringing home Bella's half sis on Friday of last week as well. Her Registration shall bear Volt Tara after lil bro (hehehe).

On Tuesday, I forgot what I actually did. Slept in late, I think.

On Wednesday, I had a reflexologist do her way with me (after washing three loads of laundry) to soothe my aching heels. The relief was shortlived though. I may not show up for the next session. I ended watching AI's first day on Hollywood.

On Thursday, I left early but not too early for the transaction that I meant to accomplish, i.e., getting an NBI Clearance. At 7:30, the am slots have been all taken and I was number 51 on queueu for the pm session. To pass time, I had pancakes and coffee at 6th St and read my book (Mortification) at Mayfair's 3F (a good place to stay if it wasn't so hot and if l'sea wasn't so near when i was constantly thinking about chicken feet which at 10:00 was still closed). I had lechon macao and drumsticks for lunch, bought 2 dvds and 4 brands of s-sized diapers at 888. The time seemed to have been stuck as after doing all that, there was still three quarters of an hour left left to fill before 1 PM. I decided to complete the waiting at NBI office and went back to my reading. Setting aside the delay on releasing of the receipts, the cashier is efficient, completing each transaction at the rate of 1.5 min per person. Anyways, I was able to get home in time for the AI Group Day in Hollywood (even when, out of whim, I walked from Burgos-Lacson to the bus terminal at Libertad).

On Friday, spent most of the day at sis' place minding the dogs and watching countless episodes of Psych.

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Short Stories by Anton Chekhov


Almost a week ago, I stumbled upon a site featuring 201 of AC's short stories. A moment of retrospection has prompted the search. After reading The Lady with the Little Dog, there was no stopping me anymore. So far, I have finished 15 in the last three days and especially liked:

Joy - is about this lowly clerk who was so happy to have been published. The fact that the article referred to his being ran over by a sledge due to his state of drunkenness did not seem to matter.

At the Barbers - is a lesson about not thinking of getting something in return for a job done. The young barber Makar has been cutting Erast hair for free with the hope of someday marrying his daughter. In the middle of cutting Erast hair one day, he found out that the former has already bethrothed his daughter to another man, with better prospects. Makar has finished cutting only half of Erast hair and refused to finish the job. Erast, who considered it extravagance, to pay for a haircut, did not go to another barber and sported a half done hair from that day forward.

An Enigmatic Nature - is about a kept woman who swears to have accepted the arrangement only for a time until she takes back her family fortune, have traveled and enjoyed some excesses. She dreamt of someday finding a man to love and would love her back when her old, rich lover dies. But when that finally day came, she sighed about an obstacle to that dream...you bet, another old rich general.

The Death of a Government Clerk - Forgiveness comes easily for some people. It is something that Ivan could not fathom. Distressed about offending a high official after spattering his bald head the night before, he bugged the poor man with apologies at every chance he could get. Meaning well, the general dismissed the case considering perhaps that it was accidental after all. But Ivan would not be still and took on every opportunity to make amends which no doubt left the general more pissed than appeased that finally the general raised his voice. The dismissal might have confirmed Ivan's doubts, shocked him to the core and left him lifeless. Unbelief can kill a man.
The Trousseau - Mean what you say and say what you mean is what this story has taught me. An ailing colonel has sent off a young officer to his home, the purpose of which was not disclosed. It was apparent though that he would want the lad to be his son-in-law as the young officer found mother and daughter busily sewing and embroidering a trousseau. The old woman explained that it was for her daughter's wedding in the future. The daughter vehemently denied any interest of getting married which the expression of her eyes belied. It's a pity. She could have married the young officer had she been true to herself.

Monday, February 1, 2010

Goodbye sunset, Hello sunrise!!!


Today is indeed a new day. New month, new work shift schedule. Finally, after nearly five months of struggling in keeping with the 4:30-13:30 schedule (which meant leaving the house at 3:30 when all the world still lie in slumber), the wheel of fortune has turned.
Today dawned with the sun hiding its face until almost 7:00 am. The city was shrouded with a thick mist that walking through the narrow back roads in the village felt eerie. Transportation was scarce. Residents who were up as early wre at the front yard, still garbed in their sleeping garments, watched in awe at the fog which was very slow to disperse. Fine morning!

terracotta pug


model: shifu

"Let me outa here!!!!"