About my picture

Let me tell you about the picture in this page.

There is a hideway that I always go to when I get the chance, usually during summer breaks, sem breaks, Christmas breaks, even long weekends. It's a beach resourt tucked in a faraway barrio in Batangas, next to an overrated resort with imported white sand, dead corals and a depleted fish population. My hideaway is nothing like Bora or Palawan, but the people, the sea, and the memories I made there with friends and lover make it a paradise for me and BF.

I discovered it in 2004 when my mountain climbing org held its beachineering adventure there. Back then, the place looked nothing like a resort. It was simply a beachfront property with a shore big enough to accommodate around 10 tents. Since then, that beachfront patch has always been like a second home.

In the summer of 2005, I organized a beach vacation there for my law-school friends (Machie, who is now a happy wife and mother; Trisha, who just left law school to try working; Jam, who is now in Singapore; Haydee, a childhood friend; Paul, whom I don't want to talk about; and Ronald, who is now my Be).

The picture, which was taken by Ronald, shows me in that memorable outing, with a case of stale beer sitting behind me. Suffice it to say that it was one of those moments that "sealed the deal" between Ronald and me, because we fell hard shortly after.

These photos, taken by paparazzi Haydee using her cell phone, captured some unguarded moments between me and now-BF. The first one shows me and him watching the big jellyfishes with small fishes swimming in their bellies. The second one shows us rejoining the pack from the stolen moment, with me drinking a glass of stale beer.

BF and I have gone back to that hideaway a lot of times since, each time we make it a point to think back on previous memories and make some more.

Here are some more photos from my beach hideaway...

Tell-tale signs that I should get some rest

It's been a crazy day (an understatement). I would have gotten some rest if only my work was done. But it's not. But I'm getting some rest nonetheless because the following signs seem to tell me that my brain is already the consistency of corn soup and I am worthless until tomorrow:

1. Sent the wrong file to Sir and only found out about it when I followed up an hour after the work day technically ended. (On any given day, boss would have lashed at me. But luck was slightly on my side, so all I got was a held-back reprimand. "My brain is dead at this time. I'm not young. I don't have the energy that you have at 7 p.m. I've been thinking the whole day." So went the boss while I did my wet-kitty look.

2. Got home, took out my drained phone and plugged the charger into the outlet. After a few minutes, I was surprised to see that my phone was still as drained as it ever was. Ay, you're supposed to insert the charger jock into the phone slot pala for the phone to charge.

3. Took out the power cord to charge my Presario, and was puzzled why the jock wouldn't fit into the slot. Then I remembered: power cord goes into the laptop, charger goes into the phone.

3. Got the WeRoam from the laptop bag pocket and tried to run the WeRoam application, but I got frustrated when the window said "No Network" no matter how many times I closed and re-ran tha application. Oops, I forgot to insert the WeRoam into the USB slot pala.

4. Numbered the previous item "3" when it should be "4" already. This item should be "5".

It's time to go.