I haven't done any blog or entry about him, but I've told my friends about him and described him and gushed and told them he wasn't anything special. Well, he really isn't. But he's memorable and after talking about nonsense stuff for so long, at least I can dedicate one page of this blog to him.
One year and 4 days ago, he made my life a little bit special and a little bit exciting.
When I was talking to him over the phone, I can picture him in my head -- smouldering looks, sexy voice, tall -- maybe 6ft tall--, lean not muscular or bulky, just as I like it, and has a good sense of humor, fun and excitement.
I don't know enough about him to write several pages long of description about him, but here's what I know...
He isn't gorgeous, like what came across to my friends hearing about him from me. He isn't really. He's tall, lean (just like I imagined) and his face is...good looking, but not gorgeous. He's dark (so can we say tall, dark and handsome?) and his hair is short and sticking out in a nice way. He doesn't dress in designer labels, and from the outside, he looks like a regular office worker, dressed in short-sleeved polo shirt (blue) and jeans, with his backpack of clothes and whatever resting at his back.
Not much to look at, I didn't know much about his personality, but there's something about him that is sexy and exciting, I guess that made it all worthwhile. I'll try not to be too detailed about this as I don't know who's reading my blog (I know my sister reads this so I'd better be careful) ...but here's why I can still longingly look back at an incident of a year ago...
He was amazing.
Tall, dark and sexy and he wanted me. His naked chest seemed to go on forever, like you knew about this place here, and you explored another area and then, you go further down, seeing those beautiful, compact abdominals, and still it goes on. That's when I decided I really like tall men, especially those who have long long limbs because it means that that chest will be long and lean like his. So I worshipped that chest a little. I couldn't help it.
(I've also decided that I love men who wear their jeans low, where the jeans just resting on their hip and you can see that curve of hipbone with the trail of little hair at the middle like a damn straight line to --- well, heaven or hell, you decide)
Okay, so I'll repeat, he's amazing.
I also saw his back. Tanned, and just like his chest, seemed to go on and on, ending on that pretty butt. And the legs....oh yes, the long, long legs. I can understand why some men are leg-crazy, because I can't decide if I'm shoulder-crazy, or leg-crazy myself. There's something about looking at a guy with long, long legs. (not to mention strong arms...) I think it's tall, sexy men in general. They just put my mind in the gutter, turning it all dirty with thoughts of what those legs, those arms, those hands can do to a woman. Not to mention the length. All about the length, and what other body parts have impressive length.
I'd stop myself right now, and tell you why I thought I can write this now. Well, perhaps because I'm crazy about Gale Harold or Brian Kinney (whichever) and he epitomizes sex appeal and he's like everything I've wanted, or ever wanted. Tall, (gah, the lean, lean body, and those smouldering hazel eyes...) gorgeous and sexy, I couldn't help but dream, and think that I can watch and touch Gale Harold everyday and I wouldn't get tired of him.
Then, I remembered that I got a little bit of taste of that kind of sexy, that kind of man. The tall, lean, sexy kind I mean. Just a little, itsy bit of taste that was forever stored in my memory banks. And I just have to write about him...
...Even if it's already a year and 4 days after.
*and I've got to find other words to substitute for gorgeous, sexy and lean. I can't seem to get enough of those...
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Friday, October 28, 2005
Still on Vacation High
Went and enrolled myself for Practicum next sem. And went back home before I can pay. (well, the line is a mile long, what can you expect? I just have to get up extra early tomorrow.) I am having a wonderful, hot affair with my bed, so I need to go back asap and sleep again.
Gah, I still need to post pictures for the trip. Edit my blog entries to incorporate said pictures. Pay tomorrow for my registration to be complete, pick up a new puppy, an addition to the household, and then probably go to SM Valenzuela with my niece and nephew.
Whew.
No wonder I'm feeling tired just thinking about it.
Gah, I still need to post pictures for the trip. Edit my blog entries to incorporate said pictures. Pay tomorrow for my registration to be complete, pick up a new puppy, an addition to the household, and then probably go to SM Valenzuela with my niece and nephew.
Whew.
No wonder I'm feeling tired just thinking about it.
Wednesday, October 26, 2005
Time to Go Back Home
Home.
One niece. One nephew.
A sister. Dad, mom.
Brother and sister-in law
on weekends.
Home cooked meals,
desserts galore.
My own PC. Internet!
Brian. Brian.
My own bed.
My own room.
My own mess.
Driving down familiar side of the road.
Hearing music I can understand.
Talking in my native tongue.
All the familiar scent...
All the familiar feel...
All the familiar taste...
All the familiar sight and sounds...
Of Home.
One niece. One nephew.
A sister. Dad, mom.
Brother and sister-in law
on weekends.
Home cooked meals,
desserts galore.
My own PC. Internet!
Brian. Brian.
My own bed.
My own room.
My own mess.
Driving down familiar side of the road.
Hearing music I can understand.
Talking in my native tongue.
All the familiar scent...
All the familiar feel...
All the familiar taste...
All the familiar sight and sounds...
Of Home.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
Going to the Zoo
Day 7
Last full day of our holiday in Singapore, and I wanted to go to the Zoo. I feel like a giddy kid, excited about seeing elephants, lions, snakes and of course, the polar bear (which my sister wanted me to take a picture of).
My sister introduced me to this computer game, The Zoo Tycoon where you build a zoo, buy animals, get zookeepers, put restaurants and food stands and cater to all your customers needs. I liked it. I spent hours after hours making my zoo the way I like it.
After leaving the cityscape and entering a brand new side of Singapore (suburban...is the best way I can describe it) we finally saw the sign...Singapore Zoo.Wee!
Guess I was wrong to wear a sleeved shirt. Shet. I think I got shirt marks (burns) on my arms! We walked, take pictures, and I told Liza all about my make believe zoo and how hard, difficult it is to make a balance between pleasing the animals, and pleasing the guests. We noted where the polar bear is located, and then we explored and took pictures of the other animals.
We attended one show, where they showed us the Orangutan, the monkeys, the seals, the snakes and I was introduced to how happy Japanese are as tourists. They squealed, and laughed and enjoyed every moment of the show. I guess I literally became older from when I was a kid anxiously wanting to go to the zoo that morning to an almost 30 year old woman, watching a children's show.
Anyway, we had lunch at KFC, and then walked back to the polar bear where they are scheduled for feeding. And yes, they were amazing, they were cute and they were huge. I wanted to bring one home with me.
So I did. I tried to resist buying a stuff Polar bear, but the expression on the stuff toy's face is so adorable that I have to risk earning my mother's wrath (at buying a stuff toy for myself as a 29th birthday gift!) and taking it home with me.
Guh. He's just so adorable. Can't help it. Can't help falling in love with it.
I took him home, keeping him inside the plastic bag, especially when we arrived at the MRT station and it was raining cats and dogs. One minute Singapore sun is burning my skin, the next the rain is drenching my jeans. Sheesh.
We went back to the city drenched and hungry, and went to have early dinner. I wanted to have mine at Tong Seng, and I was encouraging Liza to try the food at another store, but then when I ordered my last Roasted Chicken from Uncle, she did too.
And like the manangs we were from the first night in Singapore, we stayed and packed and just talked our last night in the city.
*geesh, have to wake up early the next morning. 430am. we have to be at the airport at 5. gah.
Last full day of our holiday in Singapore, and I wanted to go to the Zoo. I feel like a giddy kid, excited about seeing elephants, lions, snakes and of course, the polar bear (which my sister wanted me to take a picture of).
My sister introduced me to this computer game, The Zoo Tycoon where you build a zoo, buy animals, get zookeepers, put restaurants and food stands and cater to all your customers needs. I liked it. I spent hours after hours making my zoo the way I like it.
After leaving the cityscape and entering a brand new side of Singapore (suburban...is the best way I can describe it) we finally saw the sign...Singapore Zoo.Wee!
Guess I was wrong to wear a sleeved shirt. Shet. I think I got shirt marks (burns) on my arms! We walked, take pictures, and I told Liza all about my make believe zoo and how hard, difficult it is to make a balance between pleasing the animals, and pleasing the guests. We noted where the polar bear is located, and then we explored and took pictures of the other animals.
We attended one show, where they showed us the Orangutan, the monkeys, the seals, the snakes and I was introduced to how happy Japanese are as tourists. They squealed, and laughed and enjoyed every moment of the show. I guess I literally became older from when I was a kid anxiously wanting to go to the zoo that morning to an almost 30 year old woman, watching a children's show.
Anyway, we had lunch at KFC, and then walked back to the polar bear where they are scheduled for feeding. And yes, they were amazing, they were cute and they were huge. I wanted to bring one home with me.
So I did. I tried to resist buying a stuff Polar bear, but the expression on the stuff toy's face is so adorable that I have to risk earning my mother's wrath (at buying a stuff toy for myself as a 29th birthday gift!) and taking it home with me.
Guh. He's just so adorable. Can't help it. Can't help falling in love with it.
I took him home, keeping him inside the plastic bag, especially when we arrived at the MRT station and it was raining cats and dogs. One minute Singapore sun is burning my skin, the next the rain is drenching my jeans. Sheesh.
We went back to the city drenched and hungry, and went to have early dinner. I wanted to have mine at Tong Seng, and I was encouraging Liza to try the food at another store, but then when I ordered my last Roasted Chicken from Uncle, she did too.
And like the manangs we were from the first night in Singapore, we stayed and packed and just talked our last night in the city.
*geesh, have to wake up early the next morning. 430am. we have to be at the airport at 5. gah.
Monday, October 24, 2005
Last Day in KL
Day 6
It's nice to finally wake up in a nice warm bed, nuzzled under a blanket, and no worrying about waking up your roommates. That's probably why we slept until 9am when we said that we're going to start our one-half last day in KL going around at 9.
Of course we still have our breakfast, some bread from Bread History (like a knock off of Bread Talk) and water then, rushed down the hotel to arrange for a late check out. After that, it's a matter of finding a taxi cab (again!) because we wanted to go to the Lake Gardens before heading back to Singapore.
So we did. It was like the Botanical Gardens in Singapore, but with the Bird Park. We took a few pictures, and then we told the driver to bring us back to Times Square for a nice lunch. Then, to the hotel, to check out.
Finally, we're ready to say goodbye to Kuala Lumpur. On to the bus to Singapore, with our skin darkening a little from our all-day walk under the heat of the KL sun, we wistfully think of the hotel beds and the private bathroom.
Gah.
*the trip back to Singapore was quite uneventful. It was raining hard, and the highway was okay. The bus felt more comfortable than the one we rode going in, and we were already looking forward to eating dinner at Tong Seng.
It's nice to finally wake up in a nice warm bed, nuzzled under a blanket, and no worrying about waking up your roommates. That's probably why we slept until 9am when we said that we're going to start our one-half last day in KL going around at 9.
Of course we still have our breakfast, some bread from Bread History (like a knock off of Bread Talk) and water then, rushed down the hotel to arrange for a late check out. After that, it's a matter of finding a taxi cab (again!) because we wanted to go to the Lake Gardens before heading back to Singapore.
So we did. It was like the Botanical Gardens in Singapore, but with the Bird Park. We took a few pictures, and then we told the driver to bring us back to Times Square for a nice lunch. Then, to the hotel, to check out.
Finally, we're ready to say goodbye to Kuala Lumpur. On to the bus to Singapore, with our skin darkening a little from our all-day walk under the heat of the KL sun, we wistfully think of the hotel beds and the private bathroom.
Gah.
*the trip back to Singapore was quite uneventful. It was raining hard, and the highway was okay. The bus felt more comfortable than the one we rode going in, and we were already looking forward to eating dinner at Tong Seng.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
The Kuala Lumpur Trip
Day 5
Our fifth day starts at 12 midnight when the bus leaves Singapore Golden Mile Station on a 5 hour trip to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia. So there we are, hopping from the bus with our luggage, climbing the stairs of the pedestrian overpass and finally boarding the bus, hoping to get a 5 hour sleep from this trip.
I slept fitfully, because it was cold and uncomfortable, I don't know. The seats are comfortable enough, like the bus I rode on when I went to Bicol with the guys, but I was uncomfortable. Liza had a harder time, because the Indian guy behind us kept her awake for an hour with loud phone calls and after that, a louder snoring. (I don't know why she hasn't gotten used to my snoring in our dorm room) I was used to sleeping under loud and noisy conditions, so I slept despite the noise.
We woke up from semi-slumber when we got to Singapore's Departure Hall (where Liza delayed the bus because she forgot her departure card) and another wake up call when we got to Malaysian soil and to the quiet, lifeless, and very still Immigration Office.
No problem there. Whew! We've heard of so many Filipino stories of people being held up in Immigration offices that we tried not to be concern but really felt relieved that no problems were encountered.
When the bus stopped at Kuala Lumpur, it was 5am and there this eerie feeling you hear during early mornings. Some people waking up but not quite. We were really planning to go to another backpacker hostel, but we saw several cheap hotels that offer lodging with private bathrooms for just a little extra payment. Ah, private bathrooms. We've been longing for that. So we checked in at a cheap hotel (Star Town Inn in Imbi Street, near Times Square) and sleep for two hours. We'll start wandering around KL at 9am.
9:30 am
So we're late. As to be expected.
First stop is find a taxi. I have a list of places to go to, and the Kuala Lumpur Tower and The Petronas Towers topped the list. The map I have said that the KL tower is nearer us, so we should go there first.
I have to get this off my chest, to start with so I wouldn't rant for the whole of this blog entry, BEWARE of Indian Taxi drivers in KL. They really take advantage and will rip you off. I was more mad at being ripped off (feeling so stupid) than about paying. Anyway, I hope he gets two weeks of misfortune for ripping us off.
So back to going to KL tower and no mentioning of cab drivers again, ever, we paid the entrance fee amount ( I forgot the exact fee) and went up the tower. I wondered why we couldn't build ourselves architecture like these. Things that will put the Manila on the map, and will make tourists flock to our city instead of making this a pit stop before heading to our paradise beaches.
The view from the KL tower was fantastic. We were able to see almost everything up to the Batu Caves and the Petronas, and everything else. Took some pictures, and listened attentively to the recording we were given at the start of the viewing deck.
11:00am
We got to the foot of the Petronas Towers around eleven and made our way to where it said 'Skybridge Viewing' and surprise surprise, we can't go up until 1:15pm as it is the available time allotted to us. Gah, we have to wait just to go up?
So we had lunch and found a cab (this is the damned Indian driver that ripped us off) that will take us around KL to take pictures of famous buildings and places. We were able to go to the famous places and take pictures though and then, we're back to Petronas at 1:00 for the viewing. I will stop myself from saying anything else about those damn Indian drivers.
1:15pm
Petronas Towers. I've seen it in numerous Megastructures National Geographic specials and in Frontlines of Construction. I already know what makes this place so special. I was ready to go up and see if it really lives up to its reputation.
I was sorely disappointed. First we were accosted for having punched the buttons on the elevator and going up by ourselves, those people threatening to tell Immigration authorities (the nerve of that gay Indian! I tell you!) and then, going up the Skybridge and feeling like I'm up on one of Makati's buildings. The view from the bottom is better than the view from the skybridge. Trust me, take lots of pictures from the bottom, than from the Skybridge. It's nothing spectacular. I don't see any reason for the fuss.
I like the facade of the Towers better. Makes for a better picture than the inside.
1:30pm
Ate lunch.
2:00pm
Went to some temples, and went crazy in the Chocolate Factory. Then, went to Chinatown (the Chinatown of Singapore has more character and cleaner and more organized than the KL's Chinatown. Of course our own Chinatown is the best. It has the best Chinese character, I guess, from my point of view that is, although a little cleanliness and organization like that of Singapore wouldn't hurt). Anyway, KL's chinatown is just like Tutuban on the streets. Only, our Tutuban has probably have better merchandise.
Then, we bought our tickets back to Singapore, and we decided to take the rest of the day off.
10pm
We're probably talking about sex. Or our definite lack of it...A great way to end the day, wallow in self-pity over our non-existent love life.
12midnight....
probably snoring...
Our fifth day starts at 12 midnight when the bus leaves Singapore Golden Mile Station on a 5 hour trip to Kuala Lumpur Malaysia. So there we are, hopping from the bus with our luggage, climbing the stairs of the pedestrian overpass and finally boarding the bus, hoping to get a 5 hour sleep from this trip.
I slept fitfully, because it was cold and uncomfortable, I don't know. The seats are comfortable enough, like the bus I rode on when I went to Bicol with the guys, but I was uncomfortable. Liza had a harder time, because the Indian guy behind us kept her awake for an hour with loud phone calls and after that, a louder snoring. (I don't know why she hasn't gotten used to my snoring in our dorm room) I was used to sleeping under loud and noisy conditions, so I slept despite the noise.
We woke up from semi-slumber when we got to Singapore's Departure Hall (where Liza delayed the bus because she forgot her departure card) and another wake up call when we got to Malaysian soil and to the quiet, lifeless, and very still Immigration Office.
No problem there. Whew! We've heard of so many Filipino stories of people being held up in Immigration offices that we tried not to be concern but really felt relieved that no problems were encountered.
When the bus stopped at Kuala Lumpur, it was 5am and there this eerie feeling you hear during early mornings. Some people waking up but not quite. We were really planning to go to another backpacker hostel, but we saw several cheap hotels that offer lodging with private bathrooms for just a little extra payment. Ah, private bathrooms. We've been longing for that. So we checked in at a cheap hotel (Star Town Inn in Imbi Street, near Times Square) and sleep for two hours. We'll start wandering around KL at 9am.
9:30 am
So we're late. As to be expected.
First stop is find a taxi. I have a list of places to go to, and the Kuala Lumpur Tower and The Petronas Towers topped the list. The map I have said that the KL tower is nearer us, so we should go there first.
I have to get this off my chest, to start with so I wouldn't rant for the whole of this blog entry, BEWARE of Indian Taxi drivers in KL. They really take advantage and will rip you off. I was more mad at being ripped off (feeling so stupid) than about paying. Anyway, I hope he gets two weeks of misfortune for ripping us off.
So back to going to KL tower and no mentioning of cab drivers again, ever, we paid the entrance fee amount ( I forgot the exact fee) and went up the tower. I wondered why we couldn't build ourselves architecture like these. Things that will put the Manila on the map, and will make tourists flock to our city instead of making this a pit stop before heading to our paradise beaches.
The view from the KL tower was fantastic. We were able to see almost everything up to the Batu Caves and the Petronas, and everything else. Took some pictures, and listened attentively to the recording we were given at the start of the viewing deck.
11:00am
We got to the foot of the Petronas Towers around eleven and made our way to where it said 'Skybridge Viewing' and surprise surprise, we can't go up until 1:15pm as it is the available time allotted to us. Gah, we have to wait just to go up?
So we had lunch and found a cab (this is the damned Indian driver that ripped us off) that will take us around KL to take pictures of famous buildings and places. We were able to go to the famous places and take pictures though and then, we're back to Petronas at 1:00 for the viewing. I will stop myself from saying anything else about those damn Indian drivers.
1:15pm
Petronas Towers. I've seen it in numerous Megastructures National Geographic specials and in Frontlines of Construction. I already know what makes this place so special. I was ready to go up and see if it really lives up to its reputation.
I was sorely disappointed. First we were accosted for having punched the buttons on the elevator and going up by ourselves, those people threatening to tell Immigration authorities (the nerve of that gay Indian! I tell you!) and then, going up the Skybridge and feeling like I'm up on one of Makati's buildings. The view from the bottom is better than the view from the skybridge. Trust me, take lots of pictures from the bottom, than from the Skybridge. It's nothing spectacular. I don't see any reason for the fuss.
I like the facade of the Towers better. Makes for a better picture than the inside.
1:30pm
Ate lunch.
2:00pm
Went to some temples, and went crazy in the Chocolate Factory. Then, went to Chinatown (the Chinatown of Singapore has more character and cleaner and more organized than the KL's Chinatown. Of course our own Chinatown is the best. It has the best Chinese character, I guess, from my point of view that is, although a little cleanliness and organization like that of Singapore wouldn't hurt). Anyway, KL's chinatown is just like Tutuban on the streets. Only, our Tutuban has probably have better merchandise.
Then, we bought our tickets back to Singapore, and we decided to take the rest of the day off.
10pm
We're probably talking about sex. Or our definite lack of it...A great way to end the day, wallow in self-pity over our non-existent love life.
12midnight....
probably snoring...
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Of Going Around and Travelling with Friends
Day 3
Woke up getting ready for a day of walking around the City. The Backpacker place we were staying is still quiet and backpackers are still fast asleep, I guess, but I already managed to dragged Liza from her beloved sleep and up to a day of walking.
First stop: Chinatown. Compared to our very own Binondo, I guess their Chinatown is much cleaner and more organized. Although, basically the same rule applies: bargain, if you can, and you can get things a whole lot cheaper. Walking through Chinatown, we also passed by a Hindu Temple. I was surprised because I see stalls like our Tiangge, and yet they accept credit cards. Hmm, I'm really in another country. We bought t-shirts, some souvenirs to bring back home and took lots of pictures. We also eat at a nearby Chinese fastfood stall and ordered their roasted chicken to see how it will compare to the roasted chicken near our hostel. It was good, but a little bit more expensive than Tong Seng. There are a lot of treasures to be unearthed in Chinatown, but we only have the morning to explore, so after lunch, off we go to our next stop. By foot!
Second Stop: Esplanade. Theatres by the Bay. Like the Opera House in Sydney, the Esplanade stands out in its glorious splendour, although by the time we got there, (we've been walking since early morning) we're so tired, we almost missed being awed by the architecture. High end shops inside and a quick picture-taking session infront. Nothing much to say because it was so hot, the heat of the sun was searing my skin. I swear!
Third stop: Chjimes. Like a small Intramuros with a former nunnery and chapel converted into a restaurant and inside the complex, there are several more restaurants to choose from. Going in, I can imagine Singaporeans daydreaming about holding their wedding receptions at Chjimes.
Fourth stop: Singapore Art Gallery. Just a few blocks away from Chjimes, free entrance every Friday night (6pm onwards) but we got there at 4pm. Gah, so we pay, and we marvelled at art pieces, acting as if we know what's good and what's not. Anyway, Filipino art style stood out for us. We can definitely reconized our own.
Last stop: (like our every Last stop for the day) Tong Sen Fast food. Ah, the wonder of Roasted Chicken and mineral water, and what it can do to a human being.
But....there's more.
After resting for a while, I managed to drag Liza to Orchard Road. But before that, we tried calling Jas through his friend Chani. There's some misunderstanding and I hope we can clear things up, before it gets out of hand. I'm really caught in the middle because Liza doesn't want to go to Palau Ubin the next day and it has been arranged. Hmm...
Day 4
Since we didn't go to Palau Ubin with Jasper and Davina, we slept until 9am, and pronounced Saturday as our leisure day. All we have to do is buy tickets for our trip to Malaysia, check out from our hostel, and be out the whole day.
So, in order, we went to Botanical Gardens, then to the mall, eat dinner, watched Flight Plan, and then went to the bus station.
On our way to Malaysia. Yey!!!!
Woke up getting ready for a day of walking around the City. The Backpacker place we were staying is still quiet and backpackers are still fast asleep, I guess, but I already managed to dragged Liza from her beloved sleep and up to a day of walking.
First stop: Chinatown. Compared to our very own Binondo, I guess their Chinatown is much cleaner and more organized. Although, basically the same rule applies: bargain, if you can, and you can get things a whole lot cheaper. Walking through Chinatown, we also passed by a Hindu Temple. I was surprised because I see stalls like our Tiangge, and yet they accept credit cards. Hmm, I'm really in another country. We bought t-shirts, some souvenirs to bring back home and took lots of pictures. We also eat at a nearby Chinese fastfood stall and ordered their roasted chicken to see how it will compare to the roasted chicken near our hostel. It was good, but a little bit more expensive than Tong Seng. There are a lot of treasures to be unearthed in Chinatown, but we only have the morning to explore, so after lunch, off we go to our next stop. By foot!
Second Stop: Esplanade. Theatres by the Bay. Like the Opera House in Sydney, the Esplanade stands out in its glorious splendour, although by the time we got there, (we've been walking since early morning) we're so tired, we almost missed being awed by the architecture. High end shops inside and a quick picture-taking session infront. Nothing much to say because it was so hot, the heat of the sun was searing my skin. I swear!
Third stop: Chjimes. Like a small Intramuros with a former nunnery and chapel converted into a restaurant and inside the complex, there are several more restaurants to choose from. Going in, I can imagine Singaporeans daydreaming about holding their wedding receptions at Chjimes.
Fourth stop: Singapore Art Gallery. Just a few blocks away from Chjimes, free entrance every Friday night (6pm onwards) but we got there at 4pm. Gah, so we pay, and we marvelled at art pieces, acting as if we know what's good and what's not. Anyway, Filipino art style stood out for us. We can definitely reconized our own.
Last stop: (like our every Last stop for the day) Tong Sen Fast food. Ah, the wonder of Roasted Chicken and mineral water, and what it can do to a human being.
But....there's more.
After resting for a while, I managed to drag Liza to Orchard Road. But before that, we tried calling Jas through his friend Chani. There's some misunderstanding and I hope we can clear things up, before it gets out of hand. I'm really caught in the middle because Liza doesn't want to go to Palau Ubin the next day and it has been arranged. Hmm...
Day 4
Since we didn't go to Palau Ubin with Jasper and Davina, we slept until 9am, and pronounced Saturday as our leisure day. All we have to do is buy tickets for our trip to Malaysia, check out from our hostel, and be out the whole day.
So, in order, we went to Botanical Gardens, then to the mall, eat dinner, watched Flight Plan, and then went to the bus station.
On our way to Malaysia. Yey!!!!
Thursday, October 20, 2005
Sentosa Day
Day 2
Woke up at 830 (certainly later than my usual), and immediately was embarrassed because Liza said I snore like some old guy with a sinus problems all throughout the previous night. I couldn't look at my roommates in the eye because, oh well, I didn't know if they get to sleep despite my snoring.
Breakfast consists of 2 slices of bread with Magnolia Cream cheese (bacon flavor). I wish there's Skippy peanut butter available. Then, off we go to prepare for our Sentosa trip. Jasper said he'll meet us at one, so it's just Liza and I to Sentosa. We asked around and I marvelled at the efficiency of Singapore's transport system. We didn't get lost and we got to Sentosa okay.
The Butterfly Farm experience was a drag because it was raining when we get there, but when we rode the Skytower, the sky is already clearing. We spent a little bit more time in Images of Singapore (because we enjoyed taking pictures of ourselves as part of the museum displays) and we had fun wandering around the nearby places. Then, we went to the beach to meet Jasper. The food is utterly expensive so I opted to eat our 'baon' sandwiches and Liza ordered a pizza. And then, a brief photo session on the beach. It was already 230 when we decided that Jasper will probably not arrive within the next hour so we went to Merlion and rode the Cable Car, when Jasper called that he'll meet us at the Merlion.
This is how we ended our day.
We waited for Jas until 5pm, and then we went back to our hostel via MRT (which we figured out on our own...Wee!) And the highlight of our day was when we are back to Tong Seng Fastfood house and we get to eat Roasted Chicken for the second time in two days. Frown on our travelling habit, but when we found a good thing, we decided to stick to it.
We walked off our food by wandering around Bugis Street and trying to haggle with some vendors. And back to our hostel, putting our feet up and just giggling again over silly stories, this time like teenagers.
Time for our bath, and I found out I have...
Oh well. Chinatown, Little India and some museums tomorrow.
Another day, another good time in Singapore.
Woke up at 830 (certainly later than my usual), and immediately was embarrassed because Liza said I snore like some old guy with a sinus problems all throughout the previous night. I couldn't look at my roommates in the eye because, oh well, I didn't know if they get to sleep despite my snoring.
Breakfast consists of 2 slices of bread with Magnolia Cream cheese (bacon flavor). I wish there's Skippy peanut butter available. Then, off we go to prepare for our Sentosa trip. Jasper said he'll meet us at one, so it's just Liza and I to Sentosa. We asked around and I marvelled at the efficiency of Singapore's transport system. We didn't get lost and we got to Sentosa okay.
The Butterfly Farm experience was a drag because it was raining when we get there, but when we rode the Skytower, the sky is already clearing. We spent a little bit more time in Images of Singapore (because we enjoyed taking pictures of ourselves as part of the museum displays) and we had fun wandering around the nearby places. Then, we went to the beach to meet Jasper. The food is utterly expensive so I opted to eat our 'baon' sandwiches and Liza ordered a pizza. And then, a brief photo session on the beach. It was already 230 when we decided that Jasper will probably not arrive within the next hour so we went to Merlion and rode the Cable Car, when Jasper called that he'll meet us at the Merlion.
This is how we ended our day.
We waited for Jas until 5pm, and then we went back to our hostel via MRT (which we figured out on our own...Wee!) And the highlight of our day was when we are back to Tong Seng Fastfood house and we get to eat Roasted Chicken for the second time in two days. Frown on our travelling habit, but when we found a good thing, we decided to stick to it.
We walked off our food by wandering around Bugis Street and trying to haggle with some vendors. And back to our hostel, putting our feet up and just giggling again over silly stories, this time like teenagers.
Time for our bath, and I found out I have...
Oh well. Chinatown, Little India and some museums tomorrow.
Another day, another good time in Singapore.
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
On Our Way
Day 1
Shet.
The one time that I almost, (and I mean almost, but not quite) I've wished I was still working in DHL, was this morning, when the Philippine Immigration officer asked me a few questions, you'd think I'm planning to illegally migrate to another country.
Shet.
I showed her my credit card to shut her up. Let her check the credit limit. Although that credit limit applies when I was still flying high in the corporate world. Oh well.
I like the Immigration Officer in Singapore better. Chinese cute guy who just asked me if it's my first time in Singapore, while already punching his approval on my passport. I like him.
(Okay so this is an insert, because Jasper just reminded me that I saw, no, we saw someone who vaguely reminds me, or us of my Brian Kinney...A guy in the Singapore MRT made our hearts flutter just a little bit faster. He's f--king gorgeous! And looking at Jas...shucks. Unfortunately for Liza and I.)
I also like Tong Seng Fast food center at the ground floor of our hostel. Order the roast chicken, we'll probably order it again tomorrow.
And finally, I couldn't say enough good things about Backpacker's Cozy Corner Guesthouse. We are in a room with 4 other foreigners, and it reminds me of my UP dorm days with gorgeous foreigners as dorm mates. Life could be better though if they are all single, but alas, most of them are either married or with their girlfriends.
Hmmm, we're manangs today. It was ladies night in Singapore, and Liza and I are lounging in our bunk beds, gossiping like old ladies, when we should have been out there, drinking and parading ourselves to all and sundry.
Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Shet.
The one time that I almost, (and I mean almost, but not quite) I've wished I was still working in DHL, was this morning, when the Philippine Immigration officer asked me a few questions, you'd think I'm planning to illegally migrate to another country.
Shet.
I showed her my credit card to shut her up. Let her check the credit limit. Although that credit limit applies when I was still flying high in the corporate world. Oh well.
I like the Immigration Officer in Singapore better. Chinese cute guy who just asked me if it's my first time in Singapore, while already punching his approval on my passport. I like him.
(Okay so this is an insert, because Jasper just reminded me that I saw, no, we saw someone who vaguely reminds me, or us of my Brian Kinney...A guy in the Singapore MRT made our hearts flutter just a little bit faster. He's f--king gorgeous! And looking at Jas...shucks. Unfortunately for Liza and I.)
I also like Tong Seng Fast food center at the ground floor of our hostel. Order the roast chicken, we'll probably order it again tomorrow.
And finally, I couldn't say enough good things about Backpacker's Cozy Corner Guesthouse. We are in a room with 4 other foreigners, and it reminds me of my UP dorm days with gorgeous foreigners as dorm mates. Life could be better though if they are all single, but alas, most of them are either married or with their girlfriends.
Hmmm, we're manangs today. It was ladies night in Singapore, and Liza and I are lounging in our bunk beds, gossiping like old ladies, when we should have been out there, drinking and parading ourselves to all and sundry.
Oh well, there's always tomorrow.
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Ria and Karl
Finally, after 2 and half years (roughly) I get to hug, talk and see Ria again. She looks good, still sporting that pixie hairstyle and still the same Ria I knew in college. And at last, I met Karl, who I've been hearing and we've been talking about since he asked Ria to accompany him for that concert.
We met in McDonald's and I heard the slang. She doesn't speak English like a Filipino anymore. I guess I would too after 2 years. We still talk on top of each other, leaving poor Karl trying to follow our Taglish conversation. I met her parents, and as predicted, they didn't remember me, since I only met them once and it was a long time ago. We finally head over to Greenhills and started to look for the things on Ria's list to buy. We got impatient only after an hour and leave her mom to look for the stuff to buy. Greenhills tiangge is a haven for very patient shoppers.
I shouldn't say anything, since he's not my boyfriend and it's no business of mine, but then again, I can only say good things, so why not? Karl is nice, friendly, patient (one would have to be, when Ria's boyfriend) and made me laugh a few times. Already scored points in my book when he made me laugh the first time, but I am already resolute to convince Ria to marry him when he made me laugh the second and third time.
We went to UP Diliman after, and acted like the tourists that we -- they -- are. Take photos of the Oblation, the Ampitheatre, the Carillion and even the Sunken Garden. Ria even bought squid balls to complete her UP reminiscing. But Karl has to have the UP tour and experience a little slice of life in our beloved state university so we rode the Ikot Jeep (which to our amazement, costs 6.50! It was only 1.50 or 2.00 when we were still studying there, as far as we can recall....we're really getting old if we're mistaken or we're correct and it was that cheap then!) Funny because we didn't think that we should warn Karl about what to do when getting down a jeepney. We didn't think there was a technique. It must come naturally to Filipinos.
I missed Ria. And I was sorry that I couldn't see more of her when she was here in Manila. But then, when we got together, it seems that we already know what's going on on each other's lives. It seems time and distance couldn't keep two best friends apart.
That knowledge warms my heart and reassures my soul. After all, life is certainly easier to face when you know for sure that you have your friends beside you, even if they are miles away.
We met in McDonald's and I heard the slang. She doesn't speak English like a Filipino anymore. I guess I would too after 2 years. We still talk on top of each other, leaving poor Karl trying to follow our Taglish conversation. I met her parents, and as predicted, they didn't remember me, since I only met them once and it was a long time ago. We finally head over to Greenhills and started to look for the things on Ria's list to buy. We got impatient only after an hour and leave her mom to look for the stuff to buy. Greenhills tiangge is a haven for very patient shoppers.
I shouldn't say anything, since he's not my boyfriend and it's no business of mine, but then again, I can only say good things, so why not? Karl is nice, friendly, patient (one would have to be, when Ria's boyfriend) and made me laugh a few times. Already scored points in my book when he made me laugh the first time, but I am already resolute to convince Ria to marry him when he made me laugh the second and third time.
We went to UP Diliman after, and acted like the tourists that we -- they -- are. Take photos of the Oblation, the Ampitheatre, the Carillion and even the Sunken Garden. Ria even bought squid balls to complete her UP reminiscing. But Karl has to have the UP tour and experience a little slice of life in our beloved state university so we rode the Ikot Jeep (which to our amazement, costs 6.50! It was only 1.50 or 2.00 when we were still studying there, as far as we can recall....we're really getting old if we're mistaken or we're correct and it was that cheap then!) Funny because we didn't think that we should warn Karl about what to do when getting down a jeepney. We didn't think there was a technique. It must come naturally to Filipinos.
I missed Ria. And I was sorry that I couldn't see more of her when she was here in Manila. But then, when we got together, it seems that we already know what's going on on each other's lives. It seems time and distance couldn't keep two best friends apart.
That knowledge warms my heart and reassures my soul. After all, life is certainly easier to face when you know for sure that you have your friends beside you, even if they are miles away.
Monday, October 17, 2005
Preparations
It's not easy.
I have to choose between thinking of clothes to prepare for Singapore or to finally start my portfolio. To finalize itinerary or to study for my finals. But it should be a no-brainer and I was forced to choose to cross the first bridge that comes first. Portfolio, finals and then, finally I can start thinking of Singapore tonight. My last class has finally ended.
Liza and I went to SM for last few things to buy.
Gah! Have to pack, have to think of the trip, have to ....
Gotta go!
I have to choose between thinking of clothes to prepare for Singapore or to finally start my portfolio. To finalize itinerary or to study for my finals. But it should be a no-brainer and I was forced to choose to cross the first bridge that comes first. Portfolio, finals and then, finally I can start thinking of Singapore tonight. My last class has finally ended.
Liza and I went to SM for last few things to buy.
Gah! Have to pack, have to think of the trip, have to ....
Gotta go!
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
The Year Before Thirty
So.
It finally came. The day that starts the 365 day countdown to the big 3-0. If I'm ranting, semi-depressed, emotionally eating before today, I have to ready my Valium and Xanax for my 30th. What's the big deal? I truly don't know. I hate myself for making a big deal out of age...but then, I don't often necessarily make sense, so that's that.
In celebration of my birthday...of course, I'll make a list, the part 2 of my Useless Lists (makes sense to me only!). Several in fact. Let's see which list will make it to 29.
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Food I'd like to Eat on my Birthday
1. Spaghetti
2. Fried Chicken
3. Chicken Barbecue
4. Java Rice
5. Rocky Road Ice Cream
6. Double Dutch ice Cream
7. Mocha Cake
8. Bread and butter
9. Cheesecake
10. Kare-Kare
*weee! 6 out of 10 ain't bad!
Greetings (calls, texts, emails, etc.) I've received...(so far)
1. Lorraine
2. Parents
3. Liza
4. Cez
5. Honee
6. Ivy
7. Jasper
8. Skee
9. Pare
10. Yvette
11. Robin
12. Oca
13. Rhea
14. Mike
15. Angel
16. Jody
17. July
18. 4 friendster friends....
19. 1 friendster guy friend...
*all close friends are there...except bespren and ria...but ria is probably on the plane on the way to the Philippines so she has a good excuse. Bespren? san ka na?
Celebrities I Want to Sleep With *And I don't mean that in the Literal sense...
1. Gale Harold
2. Johnny Depp
3. Eminem
4. Keanu Reeves
5. Draco Malfoy (or Tom Felton, but only when he's Draco Malfoy...legal!)
6. Daniel Radcliffe (okay, one more year before he's legal!)
7. Matt Damon
8. Hugh Grant
9. Ewan McGregor
10. Jake Gyllenhaal/Jonathan Togo (Wolf in CSI Miami)/Guy in Lacoste commercial
*they all look alike, so they get one number...
11. Gary Dourdan
12. Rob Thomas
(and I think you can guess the theme for my lists...My Birthday Fantasy List...I'll think of some more before the day ends...)
It finally came. The day that starts the 365 day countdown to the big 3-0. If I'm ranting, semi-depressed, emotionally eating before today, I have to ready my Valium and Xanax for my 30th. What's the big deal? I truly don't know. I hate myself for making a big deal out of age...but then, I don't often necessarily make sense, so that's that.
In celebration of my birthday...of course, I'll make a list, the part 2 of my Useless Lists (makes sense to me only!). Several in fact. Let's see which list will make it to 29.
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Food I'd like to Eat on my Birthday
1. Spaghetti
2. Fried Chicken
3. Chicken Barbecue
4. Java Rice
5. Rocky Road Ice Cream
6. Double Dutch ice Cream
7. Mocha Cake
8. Bread and butter
9. Cheesecake
10. Kare-Kare
*weee! 6 out of 10 ain't bad!
Greetings (calls, texts, emails, etc.) I've received...(so far)
1. Lorraine
2. Parents
3. Liza
4. Cez
5. Honee
6. Ivy
7. Jasper
8. Skee
9. Pare
10. Yvette
11. Robin
12. Oca
13. Rhea
14. Mike
15. Angel
16. Jody
17. July
18. 4 friendster friends....
19. 1 friendster guy friend...
*all close friends are there...except bespren and ria...but ria is probably on the plane on the way to the Philippines so she has a good excuse. Bespren? san ka na?
Celebrities I Want to Sleep With *And I don't mean that in the Literal sense...
1. Gale Harold
2. Johnny Depp
3. Eminem
4. Keanu Reeves
5. Draco Malfoy (or Tom Felton, but only when he's Draco Malfoy...legal!)
6. Daniel Radcliffe (okay, one more year before he's legal!)
7. Matt Damon
8. Hugh Grant
9. Ewan McGregor
10. Jake Gyllenhaal/Jonathan Togo (Wolf in CSI Miami)/Guy in Lacoste commercial
*they all look alike, so they get one number...
11. Gary Dourdan
12. Rob Thomas
(and I think you can guess the theme for my lists...My Birthday Fantasy List...I'll think of some more before the day ends...)
Monday, October 3, 2005
Weekend for the Adventurous
I'll try to summarize my last four days in as short a paragraph as I can make it.
Thursday, feeling guilty, watching mom, lina baked pastries, packed more pastries than I can remember doing. Friday, same as Thursday, only with additional stuff to think about, like flyers, and change and all the things in my checklist. Saturday, woke up early, set up, sell, sell and sell, Liza and I were nearly snapping at each other by the end of the day where we pretend to be gracious salesperson when all we wanted to do was sit and let the customers buy our pastries. Okay, each sale was a high, like a drug, that had us going the whole day even though we're dead tired. Sunday was a little better, with my sister helping us along. But another day of disappointment. Didn't sell as much as we thought, but it was okay. Monday, today, didn't go to school, just wanting to be.
Okay, so I can summarize the weekend in three words.
New. Tired. Accomplished.
Thursday, feeling guilty, watching mom, lina baked pastries, packed more pastries than I can remember doing. Friday, same as Thursday, only with additional stuff to think about, like flyers, and change and all the things in my checklist. Saturday, woke up early, set up, sell, sell and sell, Liza and I were nearly snapping at each other by the end of the day where we pretend to be gracious salesperson when all we wanted to do was sit and let the customers buy our pastries. Okay, each sale was a high, like a drug, that had us going the whole day even though we're dead tired. Sunday was a little better, with my sister helping us along. But another day of disappointment. Didn't sell as much as we thought, but it was okay. Monday, today, didn't go to school, just wanting to be.
Okay, so I can summarize the weekend in three words.
New. Tired. Accomplished.
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