November 29, 2010


I recently posted these drawings of my two girls on my cube's wall. The left drawing was done by my elder daughter, Unna, 7. She is as princess-like, poised, graceful as the girl she has drawn. She has beautiful, straight hair, but her most fervent desire is to have curls, which found its way in all her caricatures. That's my girl, pretty and sweet as cotton candy.

The sketch on the right was done by my younger daughter Laila, who is 6 years old. Her personality was likewise reflected on her drawing: the eyebrows show a mad personality (and I say that with a lot of affection and fascination). Her ponytail snake-like, devious. Her mouth looked like it was constantly yelling. But her arms were drawn outstretched, reminding me of nights when I'd come home from work and she would run and jump at me with a very tight hug.

I only need to look at these pictures on my wall to keep me going at work, even in the toughest of days. 

November 27, 2010

moving on

From the last week of October until mid-November, I worked non-stop, weekdays and holidays included. I'd just work and work and work, pausing only for mealtimes and cigarette and bathroom breaks. I pushed myself so hard, not stopping even when exhaustion creeps in and I would write and write and type away and continue until finally, the last ounce of energy leaves my body and sleep will just take over in the wee hours of the morning.  

The reason for the punishing and unforgiving schedule was a back-to-back pitch for a cough medicine and a beauty soap product, which we both lost to other agencies. When we heard the news that the other agencies bagged it, we were so stunned but were so tired as well to even feel the pain of our defeat.

The weeks that followed became a period of recovery, as our calendar became a bit loose and light. Soon enough, our body clocks adjusted back to normal mode, the colors on our cheeks returned, and our bruised egos healed. 

More importantly, the sound of our laughter bounced friskily again on our office's very white walls.

November 23, 2010

the beatles on my safari

My officemate excitedly asked me to open my Safari (quick!) one early morning last week. I did as told and was thrilled to see the Beatles on the homepage.

I've been a Beatle fan since I was in grade school. Growing up, I got exposed to the music of my older siblings and cousins who have been fortunate enough to be in their teen years at the height of Beatlemania. On each lifestage, my admiration for them evolved from a mere enjoyment of the melodies of their song to an appreciation of its profound meanings, the sheer musicality and diversity of their compositions, their instrumentation, their love for experimentation and the revolution they created in their era.

After all these years, the Beatles still stirs in me an energy strong enough to make me smile wide everytime I click Safari. And I just know that there are a million Macbooks users all over the world who feel the same way I do. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

November 16, 2010

talk to my bangs

I have thick, black hair. Growing up, friends would say that they liked it and wished theirs have the kind of texture, luster and the volume of my hair.

I, on the other hand, envied girls with super straight hair. I love the way straight hairs fall casually on their nape or shoulders. Most of all, I like it that they can cut their bangs and get that kind of impish but glam look. Unfortunately, I can never get that kind of bangs because mine gets so wavy that it exposes a portion of my wide forehead. 

Then I discovered clip-on bangs! The girls in the office came back from a shoot with this fab accessory that the stylist used for one of our talents. I tried it on and was instantly amazed at how it fell gracefully like silk on my forehead. I have bangs! I have straight, stylish, brow-grazing bangs! And just like that, with a click on my head, I suddenly felt like I'm a different woman.

November 14, 2010

pacman does it again

Once again, Pacquiao did not fail us, despite the height and reach advantage of his Mexican opponent, not to mention his menacing, almost sinister stance. Towards the end of the fight, Margarito's face was so swollen and his eyes were reduced to tiny slits. In this fight, Pacquiao earned an 8th belt and an unbelievable record in world boxing history.

Once again, Pacquiao hoists the Philippine flag, and I can see it fluttering and dancing proudly under the Manila sun, and in every part of the world where Filipino hearts wildly beat in honor of this great man.

November 7, 2010

long live, NU107

I'm all alone in our house on this lonely Sunday. I am working beside my Ipod dock but today is not the time to listen to my music. Today is a day to pay tribute back to the time before ipods and downloads, when music is something you do not control but is instead left in the hands of jocks. And yes, today is a day to thank all of 'em, NU jocks, for dishing good, fresh, unapologetically un-pop music, for their simple intros, intelligent conversations.

Today is a day to remember my younger years, when I'm alone in the car, stuck in traffic, and I would turn the music full blast and resist the temptation to do a head bang.

So thank you, NU, for everything, but most especially for those good times when we were left alone together. It is but fitting, I guess, that I am alone in our house today on your last day. I immensely enjoyed your company, and I just know there will never be quite like you ever in my life again.

November 4, 2010

more on halloween

B.C. (before children), Halloween only meant parties and booze. But no, we're not complaining.

Halloween outfits in the village Trick or Treat
My Japanese girl and my li'l Vietnamese before the Halloween party at school.