Gasoline prices still higher in Zambo compared with Manila?
Father, son linked to priest killing arrested
ABARRO REVEALS
Another hostage released after 2-day captivity
Council urges probe on kidnappings here
NGO exec sees Zambo as good tourist destination
Cabaluay school gets 5,000 books from BB
this is the lineup of front page stories in the online version of a local paper. The Abarro Reveals story, for those who don't want to be bothered looking it up, is about bribery in the city council.
don't you just love story no. 6? i am marveling at the thought process that brought about its inclusion in the lineup. a zany sense of the ironic? or is that too much to hope for?
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Thursday, January 22, 2009
dealing with china
as if it is not enough that someone beat me to yenblanco as username in multiply, emillene of outofababesmouth tells me there is also a yendelgado.
you know what they say, if you think you are unique, wait 'til you meet your 10,000 clones in china.
you know what they say, if you think you are unique, wait 'til you meet your 10,000 clones in china.
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
reconnecting with old friends
met up with dear old friends during my last trip to manila.
since my former boss left zamboanga about two years ago, we have never really managed to sit down to talk for a lengthy period of time, something we used to do a lot when he still ruled over adzu, something which i thoroughly enjoyed (the chats, not necessarily the ruling over). he'd still come down to zamboanga from manila where he is now based quite often but when he is in town, so many people want a piece of him (like they do britney spears) that it's impossible to get a quiet moment with him.
after several moving around of our schedule - because apparently, many people want a piece of him in manila too - we finally decided on meeting up for breakfast at.....macdonalds. yuck. i know. but what can i do? he had to say mass at AIM across the street at 9.30. good thing they have a mccafe there now, an isolated area where you can sit amidst calming browns and adult furniture instead of being assaulted by all the reds and yellows and high chairs.
as usual, it was a good chat. we talked about many things: kidnappings in mindanao (i have a theory about this but tom clancy might plagiarize it), this and that.
the food was remarkably unremarkable.
this is me and my former boss, bill kreutz, the loveable slave-driver (his mom's irish, his dad's german. is this a politically correct info to include here?):
fr. bill and i were joined an hour later than he should have by a former student and now friend kenny macrohon. his alibi was that he watched grey's anatomy til three am. hah. we let him think we believed him:
kenny is one guy in a hurry. he's smart and he can do anything he wants to do. and he has an uncanny ability to always emerge at the top of the heap. amazing person.
BUT, one, he came late for our appointment. Two, it turns out the party he said he was heading to right after our breakfast turned out to be not just NOT in the venue he thought it would be, it was NOT even taking place on the time and date he thought it be. He showed up with a pink ribboned gift for a little girl who was going to have her party a week later. Nice one, ken.
thanks for the breakfast, fr. bill. next time, we should have coffee at dusit or intercon, even if, sigh, they do not serve toys with their meals.
my last trip to manila was a hectic one. but i am glad i managed to meet up with old friends. even if it was over an awful cup of coffee.
since my former boss left zamboanga about two years ago, we have never really managed to sit down to talk for a lengthy period of time, something we used to do a lot when he still ruled over adzu, something which i thoroughly enjoyed (the chats, not necessarily the ruling over). he'd still come down to zamboanga from manila where he is now based quite often but when he is in town, so many people want a piece of him (like they do britney spears) that it's impossible to get a quiet moment with him.
after several moving around of our schedule - because apparently, many people want a piece of him in manila too - we finally decided on meeting up for breakfast at.....macdonalds. yuck. i know. but what can i do? he had to say mass at AIM across the street at 9.30. good thing they have a mccafe there now, an isolated area where you can sit amidst calming browns and adult furniture instead of being assaulted by all the reds and yellows and high chairs.
as usual, it was a good chat. we talked about many things: kidnappings in mindanao (i have a theory about this but tom clancy might plagiarize it), this and that.
the food was remarkably unremarkable.
this is me and my former boss, bill kreutz, the loveable slave-driver (his mom's irish, his dad's german. is this a politically correct info to include here?):
fr. bill and i were joined an hour later than he should have by a former student and now friend kenny macrohon. his alibi was that he watched grey's anatomy til three am. hah. we let him think we believed him:
kenny is one guy in a hurry. he's smart and he can do anything he wants to do. and he has an uncanny ability to always emerge at the top of the heap. amazing person.
BUT, one, he came late for our appointment. Two, it turns out the party he said he was heading to right after our breakfast turned out to be not just NOT in the venue he thought it would be, it was NOT even taking place on the time and date he thought it be. He showed up with a pink ribboned gift for a little girl who was going to have her party a week later. Nice one, ken.
thanks for the breakfast, fr. bill. next time, we should have coffee at dusit or intercon, even if, sigh, they do not serve toys with their meals.
my last trip to manila was a hectic one. but i am glad i managed to meet up with old friends. even if it was over an awful cup of coffee.
Monday, January 19, 2009
i need 2919 australian dollars
do you know what pandora beads are? you don't? well you should!
i spent a good part of this morning going crazy "buying" pandora beads and i have the CUTEST personalized bracelet to show for it.
head on over to pandorabeads and go to their bracelet builder.
i spent a good part of this morning going crazy "buying" pandora beads and i have the CUTEST personalized bracelet to show for it.
head on over to pandorabeads and go to their bracelet builder.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
i need five biogesics
i am in great pain here, now.
i need to create a multiply account for my baby racket. i thought very long and hard about a great username and finally decided on yenblanco. yes, it's imaginative, thanks very much.
and what do you know, multiply rejects my application because the name is "already in use".
someone is using MY name? someone is representing herself as me? that's illegal, right?
but it turns out that i am just not as unique as i thought i was. there she was, the other yenblanco, sitting right smack in the middle of the website that i thought was my birthright. another set of parents named their child yen blanco too. mom, dad (i know you are reading this, if not over my shoulder -- spooky --, then in heaven. the whole heaven's probably a wifi cafe), i am so disappointed in your failure to provide me with a more distinctive monicker.
i wonder if this other yenblanco would be nice enough to give me her multiply account? maybe i should email her. she looked nice in the picture...
i need to create a multiply account for my baby racket. i thought very long and hard about a great username and finally decided on yenblanco. yes, it's imaginative, thanks very much.
and what do you know, multiply rejects my application because the name is "already in use".
someone is using MY name? someone is representing herself as me? that's illegal, right?
but it turns out that i am just not as unique as i thought i was. there she was, the other yenblanco, sitting right smack in the middle of the website that i thought was my birthright. another set of parents named their child yen blanco too. mom, dad (i know you are reading this, if not over my shoulder -- spooky --, then in heaven. the whole heaven's probably a wifi cafe), i am so disappointed in your failure to provide me with a more distinctive monicker.
i wonder if this other yenblanco would be nice enough to give me her multiply account? maybe i should email her. she looked nice in the picture...
Thursday, January 8, 2009
proud of my sister and my mother
this was my busiest christmas in a long time. i gave birth to a tiny business in a typical yenyen way, that is, very whirlwindy and impulsive. mba professors will laugh and snort so hard at my strategies that their cardiac muscles will go into intense spasms and and they'll keel over dead but who cares? not i. who needs them when i have my business genius friend ivy and brian tracy to turn to?
but this post is not about what my business is. it is what what you may call a non-sequitur post. "non sequitur" is my late great father's favorite response when he wanted to make you die in shame for your arrogant proclamations (i had plenty of those as a kid. even now, actually). my non sequitur posts consist of a lead totally unrelated to everything else that follows.
my sister anna had a party at my mother's place in san roque soon after new year's day. invited were 15 of her high school classmates from good old St. Joseph School on Camins. She wanted it to be a sit-down dinner with a kick ass styled table. sister had a specific look in mind. mommy, the greatest rat pack governor ramos avenue has ever known, gamely allowed us to mess with her stuff (if you know her, you will know this is a bible-level miracle).
and so this is how it finally looked:
a detail shot
sampaloc, oranges, and chestnuts. haha. did i tell you what she served her friends? they had thai-inspired bagoong rice, some kind of beef stew that i think had both kofta powder from the middle east and korean chili powder (but don't take my word for it. peace, sister), tom yum soup, some kind of salsa with lots of coriander, and my mom's leche flan (one baked, the other steamed. verdict: stick to steaming them mother dearest).
the first picture above was orange-y (i refer to the coloration of the picture itself, not the fruits on the table) but this one below is not. the orange colored one is actually truer, in fact, because that was the color of the sun at that time. but i like the sharper image in the second and third pictures. if you think i am full of shit , you are forgiven because you are right.
everything you see is from my mother's cupboards and garden. except for the fruits and the 7.50 per piece glasses. the party took place in my mother's lanai. fancy name for what was before a dinky balkon.
and of course they drank.
problem is, sister forgot to prepare pulutan. her guests left past midnight, their bellies half filled with roasted peanuts.
i am not posting the party pictures because they are not worth a posting. they were having too much of a good time, i guess, or too drunk, to be more careful with documentation.
but this post is not about what my business is. it is what what you may call a non-sequitur post. "non sequitur" is my late great father's favorite response when he wanted to make you die in shame for your arrogant proclamations (i had plenty of those as a kid. even now, actually). my non sequitur posts consist of a lead totally unrelated to everything else that follows.
my sister anna had a party at my mother's place in san roque soon after new year's day. invited were 15 of her high school classmates from good old St. Joseph School on Camins. She wanted it to be a sit-down dinner with a kick ass styled table. sister had a specific look in mind. mommy, the greatest rat pack governor ramos avenue has ever known, gamely allowed us to mess with her stuff (if you know her, you will know this is a bible-level miracle).
and so this is how it finally looked:
a detail shot
sampaloc, oranges, and chestnuts. haha. did i tell you what she served her friends? they had thai-inspired bagoong rice, some kind of beef stew that i think had both kofta powder from the middle east and korean chili powder (but don't take my word for it. peace, sister), tom yum soup, some kind of salsa with lots of coriander, and my mom's leche flan (one baked, the other steamed. verdict: stick to steaming them mother dearest).
the first picture above was orange-y (i refer to the coloration of the picture itself, not the fruits on the table) but this one below is not. the orange colored one is actually truer, in fact, because that was the color of the sun at that time. but i like the sharper image in the second and third pictures. if you think i am full of shit , you are forgiven because you are right.
everything you see is from my mother's cupboards and garden. except for the fruits and the 7.50 per piece glasses. the party took place in my mother's lanai. fancy name for what was before a dinky balkon.
and of course they drank.
problem is, sister forgot to prepare pulutan. her guests left past midnight, their bellies half filled with roasted peanuts.
i am not posting the party pictures because they are not worth a posting. they were having too much of a good time, i guess, or too drunk, to be more careful with documentation.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
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