I promised myself I wouldn’t go out of the country unless with a diplomatic passport. Not even the World Cup could make me break that vow. But a FREE trip to Singapore was just too good to refuse. Heck, the keyword there isn’t even Singapore. Even if it was just a free trip to Binondo,…
From November, 2009
Andre and the Comedienne: Good Looks Chronicles
It’s been a while since I posted conversations with Andre. We don’t spend that much time together anymore even though we’re now housemates. Ironic, yeah? Blind Spot While walking around at a mall: Yoshke: Uy, nakita mo yung nakasalubong natin? Grabe, he was checking you out! Tingin sya nang tingin sayo! Andre: Ah talaga? Hindi ko nakita! Gwapo? Yoshke: Err… Hinde. Andre: Aaaah… kaya hindi ko nakita. Aba, may selective blindness! Top 3 Shy Guy: Uy Andre, may papakilala ako sa’yo na officemate. Gwapo. Eto Facebook nya. Andre: Oh sige sige. Shy Guy showed Andre the guy’s Facebook profile. Andre:…
Farmville Gets Real: Bayan-Anihan!
Alright, I admit. There was a period of my life that I was so addicted to Farmville on Facebook. Sometimes, I’d even go an extra mile just to level up. My housemates would invite me to dinner and I’d respond with “Wait lang. Mag-a-ani lang ako.” It was fun. Harvesting my virtual crops was a…
I Was Supposed to Get that “Coffeehouse Planner” But I Got Fat, Broke and Insomniac on the 10th Frappe
If you don’t understand why everyone is going ga-ga over that certain planner a certain coffeehouse is selling or giving away after you’ve turned fat, broke or insomniac, welcome to the club. Well, there’s nothing wrong with it actually. If you always buy coffee, then it makes perfect sense to avail of the planner in question. In fact, I admire the passion and determination of others to the point of skipping lunch or dinner or both just to grab their copy of that planner every year. (I even know a couple of kids who ask money from their parents and…
The Horrors of Being Asleep Yet Awake: Sleep Paralysis
“You wake up, but you can’t move a muscle. Lying in bed, you’re totally conscious, and you realize that strange things are happening. There’s a crushing weight on your chest that’s humanoid. And it’s evil.” (Wired.com) Scientists have a name for this medical condition — sleep paralysis. I have a name for this, too: fudgin’ nightmare. It’s pretty common, though. In fact, it is believed that half of the population has experienced this. You’re not alone. Yay for that. Even without these stats, I’d still tell you you’re not alone — simply because I’ve had more than my share of…