January 4, 2012
2011 was the year of coffee for me. I started seriously drinking coffee (by seriously, I mean just like the grown-ups: no cream, no sugar, just plain black coffee) when a good friend gave me a can of it from Toast Box Singapore for brewing. It was then when I discovered for myself that there’s more to coffee than just its well-loved ice-blended form. I now love my basic coffee. Because of that I decided to keep track of my coffee intake using Daytum, just for fun. Here’s to being perpetually awake. :P PS: I’m letting the occasional latte/cappucino slide. As long as it is hot, it’s counted as half a cup = 0.5. Hardeehar.

2011 was the year of coffee for me. I started seriously drinking coffee (by seriously, I mean just like the grown-ups: no cream, no sugar, just plain black coffee) when a good friend gave me a can of it from Toast Box Singapore for brewing. It was then when I discovered for myself that there’s more to coffee than just its well-loved ice-blended form. I now love my basic coffee.

Because of that I decided to keep track of my coffee intake using Daytum, just for fun.

Here’s to being perpetually awake. :P

PS: I’m letting the occasional latte/cappucino slide. As long as it is hot, it’s counted as half a cup = 0.5. Hardeehar.

Filed under: coffee for fun 2012 Daytum babble 
at 9:35 am
October 19, 2011
We went fangirl-ing over the Stomp show tonight at the CCP. All I can say is go watch it. It will never be close to anything (else) you’ll see in your life. Unless you actually attempt to try to do what they do, of course. (Well, though you’d probably think it’s almost close to the ordinary, the brilliance in the creativity behind this show makes all the difference. The cast members are all masters of precision in these seemingly mundane things. It’s the combination of it all. It’s science making music, I tell you. Plus the slapstick comedic element for laughs. You will be floored.) So go watch it. —- One of my favorite (the only melodic number in their repertoire if I remember correctly) numbers is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBht9zxW5eI&feature=related. —- Can I just say how blessed I feel to have seen two of probably the best shows playing now in Asia (if not in the world)? I’d like to thank a good friend for taking me to see the Lion King when we were in Singapore. The whole mix of things in that experience of a show (including having to see it in the Marina Bay Sands theater with that breathtaking lobby) was nothing short of magical. </cheesiness>

We went fangirl-ing over the Stomp show tonight at the CCP. All I can say is go watch it. It will never be close to anything (else) you’ll see in your life. Unless you actually attempt to try to do what they do, of course.

(Well, though you’d probably think it’s almost close to the ordinary, the brilliance in the creativity behind this show makes all the difference. The cast members are all masters of precision in these seemingly mundane things. It’s the combination of it all. It’s science making music, I tell you. Plus the slapstick comedic element for laughs. You will be floored.)

So go watch it.

—-

One of my favorite (the only melodic number in their repertoire if I remember correctly) numbers is this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pBht9zxW5eI&feature=related.

—-

Can I just say how blessed I feel to have seen two of probably the best shows playing now in Asia (if not in the world)? I’d like to thank a good friend for taking me to see the Lion King when we were in Singapore. The whole mix of things in that experience of a show (including having to see it in the Marina Bay Sands theater with that breathtaking lobby) was nothing short of magical.

</cheesiness>

Filed under: :D Stomp Manila events babble 
at 12:10 am
September 24, 2011

Someone had been using my old toothbrush for months. Found out about it when someone else replaced the said toothbrush. But no, not for me.

It is pointless to defend its ownership. No matter how much you insist or keep proving that the toothbrush is actually yours because you bought it yourself (and its bristles have turned into a crazy opposite-mohawk because you brush really, really hard and for that it sticks out of the rest in the communal container), you still lose. After all the detective work, the clearest of truths is that you’ve shared spit with someone else for almost every single day of the past month or so.

I no longer feel secure in my own home. Ha ha ha.

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For your reference, I’ve included below a photo of an old toothbrush. I am quite obsessed with having to intensely brush my choppers. A friend even told me that brushing the teeth is actually a mechanical process, not a chemical one. Makes sense. And no one else in our household does the same thing. No one!

Filed under: babble family home note to self 
at 10:58 am
September 4, 2011
Driving is intense multitasking.

  • There are great demands from the hippocampus for directions and measurement estimations, which I am not particularly a master of.
  • I thank God for giving me a very patient dad. I am treated as an adult and I don’t feel like a n00b at all. Except when I press on the brakes too hard, too quickly. Like a knee-jerk reaction when I see a dog from three feet away. (Cue applause.)
  • I completely understand when my dad/my female boss/my brother, at times, ignores my stories while driving.
  • I am amazed at the accomplishment of singing Blondie’s “One Way or Another” while driving. Complete with key changes and such. Like a baws.
  • Imagine having to quickly change views: rear-view mirror, left side mirror, right side mirror, the road, dad. Intense. View of front passenger is unnecessary but unavoidable when the person begins to speak. Especially with me being the type who usually looks at the person talking in the eye. Thank God I am still alive.
  • This short attention span of mine has to go. It has to go to a far, far away land called Improvement. (Whut.)
  • St. Paul Road in Makati is a killer. We have double-parked cars on a two-lane road! And today at the end of that street during practice, I had the car wheel’s mags scratched against the sidewalk for trying to avoid the quick (SURRRPRISSEE!) apparition of a string of taxis entering the street.
  • And another realization: driving is where I practice my faith the most. Good job, self! :)

Filed under: note to self :) :| The List babble 
at 4:37 pm
March 30, 2011
GPOYW. I went to a pretty interesting wedding last Sunday, a Christian wedding fused with Jewish ceremonial traditions. I was once again a wedding singer. And one of my simple, girly thrills was finding the dress I wore in a store where no one I know goes to. It was sold for 50% off. I bought two in different colors. Thanks to mom&#8217;s shaky hands (plus that skinny TARDIS in red), the Doctor Who effect was achieved. Or almost. :/

GPOYW.

I went to a pretty interesting wedding last Sunday, a Christian wedding fused with Jewish ceremonial traditions. I was once again a wedding singer. And one of my simple, girly thrills was finding the dress I wore in a store where no one I know goes to. It was sold for 50% off. I bought two in different colors.

Thanks to mom’s shaky hands (plus that skinny TARDIS in red), the Doctor Who effect was achieved. Or almost. :/

Filed under: :) GPOYW babble 
at 11:25 am
January 10, 2011
I’m trying my best to read through and finish the Bible this year

It’s almost 11 PM from where I sit and it’s close to my bedtime. I am still doing work to spare myself from cramming and panicking at my cavernous office space (set in an interesting environment brimming with inspiration, hik, sarcasm) tomorrow. But I bear the challenge: to finish what I made myself do tonight AND accomplish my first reading assignment for the year. I’m taking the New Testament + the Psalms track first so I have Psalms 1 and 2 tonight. You might say it’s quite easy. But God speaks thick through David in these songs. They’re absolutely beautiful, inspired poetry full of truth.

But I suck at poetry. So help me, God.

Filed under: babble :) faith goals lists 2011 
at 10:40 pm