Off to dinner with a few friends after choir practice and we bumped into one of the country's icons. Her "highness", Melanie Marquez. Can I say, she's really nice... and dang tall!
Monday, March 14, 2005
Friday, March 11, 2005
House Warming
My new condo pics taken last night during the first house warming party friend's from work threw for me. They got me really nice stuff for the place. I'm a happy boy. Thanks to Normie for these pictures.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
The Condo
Pic taken of the condo I'm renting these days. Interiored by friends and family. Accent ideas by Normie, one of my best gal pals! General concept by yours truly... hehehe.
Tuesday, March 01, 2005
My fave HK building
I was recently in HK over the Feb 24 - Feb 27 long weekend. Thank God for Friday holidays. Went with four friends from work. The pic above is of my favorite building in Hongkong. Never really found out the name of the building. If anyone of you knows, do tell me. Just click here to view the HK set where the rest of my Hongkong pics are at. Enjoy (and don't forget to comment)
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
Blogging is all fun and games, until the boss finds out !!
I've read similar articles like this one ages ago and I'm glad I haven't gone astray from my initial conscious thoughts of not saying my company name, and anything about my company (aside from my own issues). Read this.
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
Rehearsals before Valentine's Day
A pic of me and the choir I sing with after a rehearsal last Sunday. The shot was taken at the rooftop of a building in a neighboring city. Background is Makati City where most of the group's members work. The tallest building in the Philippines is the one in the middle, the PBCom Tower. One of the Top 100 tallest buildings in the world. Cool. Hehehe :)
Monday, February 14, 2005
Issues at Work
I was wondering... to those who read my blog... What to do with co-workers who talk about gay men and women in a not so good light, mostly to humor themselves?
I've been dying to talk to the supervisor of this group of co-workers who are in the next cube from where I'm seated. They constantly talk about gay men (mostly) and women as if they have no life of their own. It's annoying the hell out of me. Not that I'm personally attacked or anything but for some reason, I feel degraded with this constant "gossiping" I hear. And no, I'm not eavesdropping. One can't prevent hearing things so audible from across two cubes. ARGH!!!
I've been dying to talk to the supervisor of this group of co-workers who are in the next cube from where I'm seated. They constantly talk about gay men (mostly) and women as if they have no life of their own. It's annoying the hell out of me. Not that I'm personally attacked or anything but for some reason, I feel degraded with this constant "gossiping" I hear. And no, I'm not eavesdropping. One can't prevent hearing things so audible from across two cubes. ARGH!!!
Friday, February 11, 2005
Being Coy... Nelz pic of me
The pic I'm using on my Blogger. One of my faves taken by one amazing guy (and I'm proud to say he's a good friend of mine), NELZ. He'll always be one special friend and I do hope we'll get to see him soon! Miss you tons sweetie! :D *HUGS*
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Popularity Contest
NOTE: Entry below is not supposed to be read in a perky manner but a somber, introspective sort of way.
In all self righteous honesty... I always thought of myself as popular. Most girl friends love me, most gay friends love me, heck even most straight men love me (when I say most I mean straight male friends that tally up to like, uhm... let's just say I have more than 10 straight male friends). I'm always asked out by these people either one major trip out of town or an almost daily night out for dinner or drinks.
I honestly don't know where this whole people-person-y personality comes from but, it just happened. Ever since I could remember, I've always been uber friendly with people. I have ammassed a decent number of great friends from high school, college, and work. Others I met outside of work.
One of the things that helped was actually speaking up and listening. I started listening to people more than I ever did. I also started to talk more and giving my own insights on certain things. I would make things light bordering on humorous and (I hope) funny. I take things for what they are or hear words and not get things out of context. I erupt when I have to, and walk out of petty ill feelings as I don't see the need for confrontation. I get mad then and there and say sorry (if I do believe I'm wrong) almost immediately.
Hmmm, I don't know if those are even ingredients to being acceptable to people in general but I am for all intents and purposes trying to be Mr. P.R., minus the ass-kissing of course.
A friend once told me that I am who I am now because I have been through so much. I have tons of experience gained from my 26 years of living this earth. She told me no one should ever tell me what I should and shouldn't do and that the fab-ness I am all about now, is a product of my own hardwork. She's such a sweetheart and I miss her tons.
With that, I guess I won't be sorry if I am this way. If I actually do last minute meet ups with friends because of some lame excuse like someone bought a new bag and they just HAD to show it to me or as big as someone wanting to see me before they leave for a far away country. That's me, Mr. Popular, whom all my friends just HAVE to see in their own moments, intense or lame.
In all self righteous honesty... I always thought of myself as popular. Most girl friends love me, most gay friends love me, heck even most straight men love me (when I say most I mean straight male friends that tally up to like, uhm... let's just say I have more than 10 straight male friends). I'm always asked out by these people either one major trip out of town or an almost daily night out for dinner or drinks.
I honestly don't know where this whole people-person-y personality comes from but, it just happened. Ever since I could remember, I've always been uber friendly with people. I have ammassed a decent number of great friends from high school, college, and work. Others I met outside of work.
One of the things that helped was actually speaking up and listening. I started listening to people more than I ever did. I also started to talk more and giving my own insights on certain things. I would make things light bordering on humorous and (I hope) funny. I take things for what they are or hear words and not get things out of context. I erupt when I have to, and walk out of petty ill feelings as I don't see the need for confrontation. I get mad then and there and say sorry (if I do believe I'm wrong) almost immediately.
Hmmm, I don't know if those are even ingredients to being acceptable to people in general but I am for all intents and purposes trying to be Mr. P.R., minus the ass-kissing of course.
A friend once told me that I am who I am now because I have been through so much. I have tons of experience gained from my 26 years of living this earth. She told me no one should ever tell me what I should and shouldn't do and that the fab-ness I am all about now, is a product of my own hardwork. She's such a sweetheart and I miss her tons.
With that, I guess I won't be sorry if I am this way. If I actually do last minute meet ups with friends because of some lame excuse like someone bought a new bag and they just HAD to show it to me or as big as someone wanting to see me before they leave for a far away country. That's me, Mr. Popular, whom all my friends just HAVE to see in their own moments, intense or lame.
Wednesday, February 02, 2005
Juicy?
What the heck's so juicy about me? Do I sweat that much? Have I not had sex in ages so I've accumulated all that man juice? (can I say yuck!?)
The last week's been fun really. Been playing tennis more than I could remember. Thanks to a dear friend of ours from work, we get to play at a nearby tennis area. Lately, I feel like my serves are doing better (read: more consistent) but I won't say they've got power. I'm just happy that I can guide the serves where I want them to go and not have that many double faults. And, thanks to my friend C, my ground strokes have improved. He's really a coach! Hehehe
The choir (the one I'm part of) has been practicing for three days now and we've so far gone through three new songs. Not bad. I'm currently trying to memorize the first tiring piece. Alleluia. It's actually quite simple, notes-wise, but execution is a pain. I don't expect you to understand this but, there are a lot of connected notes and not that much room for breathing. For pieces like this, execution of the song would normally entail staggered breathing which would mean for say the tenor section composed of 5 singers, each would breath at certain parts of the song such that a long note would not sound as if it was abnormally cut. Staggered breathing is easy to do if you have more than one singer in a section but in our case, there will be a section that would have just one singer. Hahahaha. Wish us luck. UGH!
The last week's been fun really. Been playing tennis more than I could remember. Thanks to a dear friend of ours from work, we get to play at a nearby tennis area. Lately, I feel like my serves are doing better (read: more consistent) but I won't say they've got power. I'm just happy that I can guide the serves where I want them to go and not have that many double faults. And, thanks to my friend C, my ground strokes have improved. He's really a coach! Hehehe
The choir (the one I'm part of) has been practicing for three days now and we've so far gone through three new songs. Not bad. I'm currently trying to memorize the first tiring piece. Alleluia. It's actually quite simple, notes-wise, but execution is a pain. I don't expect you to understand this but, there are a lot of connected notes and not that much room for breathing. For pieces like this, execution of the song would normally entail staggered breathing which would mean for say the tenor section composed of 5 singers, each would breath at certain parts of the song such that a long note would not sound as if it was abnormally cut. Staggered breathing is easy to do if you have more than one singer in a section but in our case, there will be a section that would have just one singer. Hahahaha. Wish us luck. UGH!
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