Kaya ako tumagal working almost alone for 2 years, kasi mababaw ako. I am not a fuzzy anything, not a fuzzy eater (basta walang onions,) not a fuzzy employee, wasn't a fuzzy girlfriend, not a fuzzy anak, not a fuzzy bunso. i thrive living a simple life.
all i need is a drop of encouragement once in a while, even after a long while.. parang si popeye being handed over his spinach at his last drop of energy, basta kahit last, last morsel of muscle power, spinach lang, he is super again.
Sa akin, somebody telling me I am doing a good job (lagi ko din kasing nakakalimutan, praning ako about my work, I always think I fail.) yun yata ang spinach ko. Dulo na ako ng sanity ko e, pero Joanne (my Headquarter marketing coordinator for Asia Pacific) called from Taiwan kanina, talked about some projects i am doing here in PH, still they are amazed how do I keep up with the rest of the world with my one woman operation. Na very good ang Nina. nakakain ng spinach.
Super woman na naman ang gaga :P
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Not a sad ending, after all
After my googling.. i surfed through some sites bearing his name.. and I got to "track" (sorry.. i'm really a stalker) his steps, got to get to know more about him, the one we never went into details. And saw and met his girl (online.) And we are now friends. Friendship by affiliation. (Sounds redundant)
:)
:)
Monday, May 28, 2007
In memoriam
Apologies for such a sad note.
I have a friend who died, a year ago, I was never notified, no one ever knew we were constant friends, no one ever knew how our friendship was, we had no pictures together, we never met regularly. I can't show anything to prove our friendship..
I got the news about his death from an old friend of his, and a new industry contact of mine.. He couldn't give me details then, I just couldn't confirm anything.. I don't know any of his numbers, his girlfriend's number, his girlfriend's name.. I don't actually don't remember how to spell his name right.
I met him because he did the mural backdrop for one of our college plays, he was a constant visitor in my theater rehearsals then sa school and when I went pro at the Metropolitan Theater or Intramuros..
I graduated from college and he stayed on, pero our friendship never stopped.
He went the way of street activism, my first job was in an advertising agency..
He has always been patient in showing me his world and his "isms", one of our sessions, he explained to me the troubles of one picket line near my workplace, he managed to convince me to go to the line, from there we stayed with the strikers together for the whole day.. until evening had to go because i still had a prescribed curfew. He had confidence in me to get the issue and somehow be involved.
We tried to change each other's ways, siguro maturity na rin he went from radical to subtle, I went from dispassionate to semi-advocate.
And then he showed me his other passions, his art… I never knew how good an artist he was, never went to his gigs, never read his poetry except for some letters he gave me. For a time he also brought me to his poetry readings, where I never got anyway, just because my artistry never became ripe, the only work i saw was his mural…
We did our constant reporting, mine was usually about career and love and he always had something to say about changing names in SO, company information in my updates (oo nga, he survived 6 boyfriends and 7 company changes) Siya, stories about his music, filmmaking passions.. His trip to europe and its churches.. Basta maraming kwentuhan, matagal..we just knew we had good conversation, somebody out of our world who we can share life with. Kuwento, kuwento…
And then the calls just stopped. Siya naman yung usually tumatawag. Ako naman laging merong landline, or a constant cellphone number. My parents even gave him my number when I went QC and then Pasig (strict yung mga yun, he he hindi nagbibigay ng number ko sa guys -- ha ha.) His calls were regularly irregular, di naman kami scheduled, isa siya sa constant and welcome surprises ng buhay ko kaya nung matagal na wala akong tawag..i wasn't worried.. then the news came… shock!
Shock pero still I had no details, our friendship is actually not about knowing details, about our lives and goings on. Hanggang death I didn’t know, ngayon lang.. Kasi I thought about googling him. And there he was, confirmed.
We always had a fun way of greeting each other pag birthday, makakalimutin din yan e.. August, and October -- he goes malapit na birthday mo, I go: maaga pa, then will miss it and will call October -- malapit na birthday mo… lagi niyang namimiss.. Ako din.. Hindi ako swak sa date. So it's January XX, 1970 - April 4, 2006.
Arlie Gideon Nava. You will surely be missed.
I have a friend who died, a year ago, I was never notified, no one ever knew we were constant friends, no one ever knew how our friendship was, we had no pictures together, we never met regularly. I can't show anything to prove our friendship..
I got the news about his death from an old friend of his, and a new industry contact of mine.. He couldn't give me details then, I just couldn't confirm anything.. I don't know any of his numbers, his girlfriend's number, his girlfriend's name.. I don't actually don't remember how to spell his name right.
I met him because he did the mural backdrop for one of our college plays, he was a constant visitor in my theater rehearsals then sa school and when I went pro at the Metropolitan Theater or Intramuros..
I graduated from college and he stayed on, pero our friendship never stopped.
He went the way of street activism, my first job was in an advertising agency..
He has always been patient in showing me his world and his "isms", one of our sessions, he explained to me the troubles of one picket line near my workplace, he managed to convince me to go to the line, from there we stayed with the strikers together for the whole day.. until evening had to go because i still had a prescribed curfew. He had confidence in me to get the issue and somehow be involved.
We tried to change each other's ways, siguro maturity na rin he went from radical to subtle, I went from dispassionate to semi-advocate.
And then he showed me his other passions, his art… I never knew how good an artist he was, never went to his gigs, never read his poetry except for some letters he gave me. For a time he also brought me to his poetry readings, where I never got anyway, just because my artistry never became ripe, the only work i saw was his mural…
We did our constant reporting, mine was usually about career and love and he always had something to say about changing names in SO, company information in my updates (oo nga, he survived 6 boyfriends and 7 company changes) Siya, stories about his music, filmmaking passions.. His trip to europe and its churches.. Basta maraming kwentuhan, matagal..we just knew we had good conversation, somebody out of our world who we can share life with. Kuwento, kuwento…
And then the calls just stopped. Siya naman yung usually tumatawag. Ako naman laging merong landline, or a constant cellphone number. My parents even gave him my number when I went QC and then Pasig (strict yung mga yun, he he hindi nagbibigay ng number ko sa guys -- ha ha.) His calls were regularly irregular, di naman kami scheduled, isa siya sa constant and welcome surprises ng buhay ko kaya nung matagal na wala akong tawag..i wasn't worried.. then the news came… shock!
Shock pero still I had no details, our friendship is actually not about knowing details, about our lives and goings on. Hanggang death I didn’t know, ngayon lang.. Kasi I thought about googling him. And there he was, confirmed.
We always had a fun way of greeting each other pag birthday, makakalimutin din yan e.. August, and October -- he goes malapit na birthday mo, I go: maaga pa, then will miss it and will call October -- malapit na birthday mo… lagi niyang namimiss.. Ako din.. Hindi ako swak sa date. So it's January XX, 1970 - April 4, 2006.
Arlie Gideon Nava. You will surely be missed.
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Cellophane
I have been chatting with a new close friend about living life as cellophane men.. This started when he told me a story with me in it and I was surprised he knew it, I didn't realize he was there when that happened, I know that was a blooper on my part to have ignored his presence but this cool guy didn't take offense at all, he said he had been practicing just to be part of the milieu.. Kaya nga siguro kami nag swak nitong guy na ito..
On my part not standing out is a refuge.. Keeping invisible is a way of doing things on your own, taking your sweet time, and then if your ready to face your world, then and only then you show.. But the security of obscurity is so comforting, also I gave up competition at an early age. (You wake up in this earth with a siblings who are mensa members, cocc commanders, student council presidents and star athletes… laban ka pa ba?) I actually just enjoyed mediocrity (read: tamad he he,) like everybody's just been praying for first place, the pigeon hole for second place is all open.. Kaya siguro I get lucky most of the time.. My odds are higher :P
During that same conversation with him I told him another incident, and this time karma was as fast as the speed of light, he was weirded out, I was telling him of an incident of him and me in a taxi alone and he never even remembered.. So I asked him, if was just upholstery? Laughter. No egos hurt. And now I realize I really am perfecting this art of cellophaning.. I just read a friend's blog and read about almost everything happening that day included in detail, except that I was there deleted.
********
Sensitive to see, numb to feel.
********
On my part not standing out is a refuge.. Keeping invisible is a way of doing things on your own, taking your sweet time, and then if your ready to face your world, then and only then you show.. But the security of obscurity is so comforting, also I gave up competition at an early age. (You wake up in this earth with a siblings who are mensa members, cocc commanders, student council presidents and star athletes… laban ka pa ba?) I actually just enjoyed mediocrity (read: tamad he he,) like everybody's just been praying for first place, the pigeon hole for second place is all open.. Kaya siguro I get lucky most of the time.. My odds are higher :P
During that same conversation with him I told him another incident, and this time karma was as fast as the speed of light, he was weirded out, I was telling him of an incident of him and me in a taxi alone and he never even remembered.. So I asked him, if was just upholstery? Laughter. No egos hurt. And now I realize I really am perfecting this art of cellophaning.. I just read a friend's blog and read about almost everything happening that day included in detail, except that I was there deleted.
********
Sensitive to see, numb to feel.
********
Sunday, May 20, 2007
Isa munang patalastas..
Sunny orange I love you
Lemon, Grapes and Strawberry
Sunny Orange tasty(?) drink
Sunny Orange super quality
****
My last encounter with the Sunny oranges were during the time I was still "churching" he he. until early 2000. I was a sunday school teacher and snack provider for about 70 kids, part of my friday grocery list is buying Sunny orange (pag may budget ako sunquick) and biscuits..
Makes XX glasses. I forget how many really, but that little bottle really was a budget saver. I remember one time nagulat yung isang mom nung nakita niya na Sunny nga yung brand ko (pinipili ng mapiling yaya... ha ha) e she saw her kid kuntento naman with her yummy snack treat. Sa bahay daw, hindi daw uubra kung hindi sosyal na brand, masarap daw siguro ang timpla ko kaya parang equal na sa leading brand ang lasa (naks!). Siguro if the miracle of feeding 5000 men were contemporary times, Sunny will be the official drink provider :)
Lemon, Grapes and Strawberry
Sunny Orange tasty(?) drink
Sunny Orange super quality
****
My last encounter with the Sunny oranges were during the time I was still "churching" he he. until early 2000. I was a sunday school teacher and snack provider for about 70 kids, part of my friday grocery list is buying Sunny orange (pag may budget ako sunquick) and biscuits..
Makes XX glasses. I forget how many really, but that little bottle really was a budget saver. I remember one time nagulat yung isang mom nung nakita niya na Sunny nga yung brand ko (pinipili ng mapiling yaya... ha ha) e she saw her kid kuntento naman with her yummy snack treat. Sa bahay daw, hindi daw uubra kung hindi sosyal na brand, masarap daw siguro ang timpla ko kaya parang equal na sa leading brand ang lasa (naks!). Siguro if the miracle of feeding 5000 men were contemporary times, Sunny will be the official drink provider :)
Next stop.. Computex
I must change my attitude towards trips like these... i should stick it on my forehead! ENJOY the FREERIDE!
'Nuff said.. am preparing for another joyride..
Dinners with editors and writers
Finally go up the 101 building
Buy another batch of showdogs (suyurin ang area just to find Bien siblings-- kasi R has been pestering me to get him one, J deserves to have one, E lost hers)
Eat my favorite omelet in vinegar and sauce amidst continous bird-flu scare.. hwe-he-he
Eat my favorite big quarter chicken snack (bird flu! bird flu!)
Eat Mos burger (super like their potato salad)
See my favorite Taiwanese guy Randy
See my uber boss Benson (will never not like to see him)
Possibly see my Australian pal Jim
Reunited with the non-HK attendees Linda (JP,) Edward (TW,) Jinny (KR,) Allen (TW,)
see my TW support gals Genny, Linda, Serene, Michelle
Reunited with the HK attendees
Another trip to the Hermes store (there's this 15 minute window where I am transformed into a non-jologs.. all my taste and inarte levels just reaches its peak! The practical me.. suddenly just is non-existent.. 15 mins, buy 1 item and leave.)
Great!
*****
So there back to work muna.. apak muna sa pH life (in slavery.. he he.)
Saturday, May 19, 2007
In Memoriam : Yoyoy
I remember dancing.. interpretative dancing to his songs. One of my first self expression is dancing to his music and lyrics.. (we had about 2 or 3 albums.. I cannot just blame my dad to be in that 70's jologs mode ... i think he enjoys seeing us act like weirdos everytime he plays it in the quadrophonic (just because stereo is just "left-and-right-phonic" still remember Pilita Coralles talking about this "technology." -- "buhay na buhay") turntable with that big box cabinets.
"Mag exercise" is a given..
"Tarzan and Barok" is a cool costume song (use your mom's rollers for "Barok bones", use tattered rags for a barok style toga.. tiger prints a must!)
and my favorite.. I think the title is "bungalow or kandila"
The lyrics escape me..
i remember using the piano seat as my haunted house, where i scare myself of Yoyoy's multo song..
kaya't ako ay umasenso sa
kandilang pinupulot ko na
ibinenta ko sa binundo, sa halagang sampung piso ang kilo..
aray, aray, aray.. (and at this point I will be melting like a candle.. hwe- he he.. kulit!)
hwaaaahhhh my memory is failing me..
basta there's was this haunted mansion where he stays alone
pinamana
he gets scared at night so he buys candles in binondo to keep him awake..
the candles are the cheap kind kasi this is recycled balls of used wax sold per kilo.. so it doesn't help to keep his lights on..
so the ghosts bother him still everyday, so in frustration he just decides to go back to the provincial peace and quiet
When i go back to my parents' place, I will get my Yoyoy albums and really, really remember the song and my dance..
I AM A YOYOY VILLAME FAN!
Heard about this in the news, he passed away yesterday. Yoyoy Villame. The end of an era.
*****
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"Mag exercise" is a given..
"Tarzan and Barok" is a cool costume song (use your mom's rollers for "Barok bones", use tattered rags for a barok style toga.. tiger prints a must!)
and my favorite.. I think the title is "bungalow or kandila"
The lyrics escape me..
i remember using the piano seat as my haunted house, where i scare myself of Yoyoy's multo song..
kaya't ako ay umasenso sa
kandilang pinupulot ko na
ibinenta ko sa binundo, sa halagang sampung piso ang kilo..
aray, aray, aray.. (and at this point I will be melting like a candle.. hwe- he he.. kulit!)
hwaaaahhhh my memory is failing me..
basta there's was this haunted mansion where he stays alone
pinamana
he gets scared at night so he buys candles in binondo to keep him awake..
the candles are the cheap kind kasi this is recycled balls of used wax sold per kilo.. so it doesn't help to keep his lights on..
so the ghosts bother him still everyday, so in frustration he just decides to go back to the provincial peace and quiet
When i go back to my parents' place, I will get my Yoyoy albums and really, really remember the song and my dance..
I AM A YOYOY VILLAME FAN!
Heard about this in the news, he passed away yesterday. Yoyoy Villame. The end of an era.
*****
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Thursday, May 17, 2007
Pa, Ma, I am home!
I should remind myself to call home everytime i go in and out of the country. I have the habit of not bothering people, walang nang maghahatid and magsusundo, no more waking up family to tell them I'm boarding, i've touchdown, (i'm lost and lonely :( but i've been 2 days at home, my parents didn't know i am back if only my sister had not called. (Finally, hindi na answering machine, she said!) Just because I've forgotten to call and then i got carried away na with normal life. Huh. Bad habit. bad. bad.
Wednesday, May 16, 2007
OK. HK is OK after all. Not!
I came to HK with a withered spirit, trips should refresh me, but if with my local situation where all should still run like clockwork on remote one should only rely on superwoman mode.
I came in with all my data, when other countries prepare, rehearse in teams prior to trips (trivia : india has 100 employees -- 3 to scan, 5 to research, 10 to staple...,) i scamper to scan and encode, study and research and then only have time to assemble when people are sleeping in the hotel, worse if they are partying, or just leisurely enjoying the PEP in HK. I've been promised an office, I've been promised colleagues.. huh.. promises, promises.
Fortunately I have come up with a presentation powerpoint, (with my angel of a boss Darwin who helped me out doing the ppt effects.) and if all else is lacking, rely on theatrics. There goes my 7 years of (college and professional) theater come in handy. Yup, can say I did a kickass presentation given my content (nipis...) so that part, which is most important is cool
****
HK is OK!
Went to the peak..
rode the cable car..
Replaced my broken ipod nano with a 30 gig ipod, bought it at the same price..
had a good chat with my brother boss while he was fidgeting with my presentation, and was assured i am doing well, doing great! even if i have some doubts about me..
reunited with my APAC gal pals..
reunited with my APAC brothers..
had dinner with mates from Indonesia, Korea, Turkey, Bangladesh, India, saudi Arabia, HK, Taiwan, South Africa and Egypt.. i know which culture can and cannot each fish, chicken, pork, beef, veggies..
i have a picture of a (fake?) piranha with teeth who could cut through flesh but can't cut through plastic to escape (hwe-he-he) ..
i have seen a funny vision of a pregnant NEMO fish..
i went to a temple.. and was taught how to do chinese "enchantations" for luck, i did this shaking of sticks thingie to get answers to life questions. Just for culture and with my traditions intact i was doing it with this OST in my head: Joey de Leon's itak-tak mo!
my "lucky stick" was 7, and a guy gave me a chinese poem where my future is written :
first 2 lines go : autumn and winter is near, birds flock towards the north.. (he said i'll get want i want, because i deserve it! YEHEY!)
smiles from strangers when i bring out Bien and BearLyn from my bag to get their pics taken..
went to the train going to disney land for free.. just because i studied the train interchanges and worked out a plan to detour to the disneyland train and back to my regular route without leaving the MTR system..
great room with a view! a discount for the extra day i paid for it myself because i decided to stay..
free drinks, guy pals buying me drinks when its no longer free (kapal! he he)..
I get to see my uber boss Benson..
I finished my presentation .. that morning when I went back from gimmick..
****
then i got the craziest surprise of the season!...
My PC crashed! I do not have a back-up, all my office files gone..
all my recent pictures, lots of pictures gone to oblivion!..
Personal and password files! Oh my! me and my memory... GONE!
*****
Ok I am trying to be happy. I am, still counting my blessings. But really naloloka na rin ako, haven't started to pick up the pieces.
Still sore from carrying luggage.. from lots of walking that last day in HK trying to fit in the holiday portion in one afternoon...
******
one tip.
BACK-UP!
*****
for related pix, visit my multiply site.
I came in with all my data, when other countries prepare, rehearse in teams prior to trips (trivia : india has 100 employees -- 3 to scan, 5 to research, 10 to staple...,) i scamper to scan and encode, study and research and then only have time to assemble when people are sleeping in the hotel, worse if they are partying, or just leisurely enjoying the PEP in HK. I've been promised an office, I've been promised colleagues.. huh.. promises, promises.
Fortunately I have come up with a presentation powerpoint, (with my angel of a boss Darwin who helped me out doing the ppt effects.) and if all else is lacking, rely on theatrics. There goes my 7 years of (college and professional) theater come in handy. Yup, can say I did a kickass presentation given my content (nipis...) so that part, which is most important is cool
****
HK is OK!
Went to the peak..
rode the cable car..
Replaced my broken ipod nano with a 30 gig ipod, bought it at the same price..
had a good chat with my brother boss while he was fidgeting with my presentation, and was assured i am doing well, doing great! even if i have some doubts about me..
reunited with my APAC gal pals..
reunited with my APAC brothers..
had dinner with mates from Indonesia, Korea, Turkey, Bangladesh, India, saudi Arabia, HK, Taiwan, South Africa and Egypt.. i know which culture can and cannot each fish, chicken, pork, beef, veggies..
i have a picture of a (fake?) piranha with teeth who could cut through flesh but can't cut through plastic to escape (hwe-he-he) ..
i have seen a funny vision of a pregnant NEMO fish..
i went to a temple.. and was taught how to do chinese "enchantations" for luck, i did this shaking of sticks thingie to get answers to life questions. Just for culture and with my traditions intact i was doing it with this OST in my head: Joey de Leon's itak-tak mo!
my "lucky stick" was 7, and a guy gave me a chinese poem where my future is written :
first 2 lines go : autumn and winter is near, birds flock towards the north.. (he said i'll get want i want, because i deserve it! YEHEY!)
smiles from strangers when i bring out Bien and BearLyn from my bag to get their pics taken..
went to the train going to disney land for free.. just because i studied the train interchanges and worked out a plan to detour to the disneyland train and back to my regular route without leaving the MTR system..
great room with a view! a discount for the extra day i paid for it myself because i decided to stay..
free drinks, guy pals buying me drinks when its no longer free (kapal! he he)..
I get to see my uber boss Benson..
I finished my presentation .. that morning when I went back from gimmick..
****
then i got the craziest surprise of the season!...
My PC crashed! I do not have a back-up, all my office files gone..
all my recent pictures, lots of pictures gone to oblivion!..
Personal and password files! Oh my! me and my memory... GONE!
*****
Ok I am trying to be happy. I am, still counting my blessings. But really naloloka na rin ako, haven't started to pick up the pieces.
Still sore from carrying luggage.. from lots of walking that last day in HK trying to fit in the holiday portion in one afternoon...
******
one tip.
BACK-UP!
*****
for related pix, visit my multiply site.
Monday, May 14, 2007
The disaster that is Hong Kong
Am sure hindi pa tapos, kasi nandito pa ako hanggang ngayon.
My hard disk crashed! and I don't have a back-up, while all things are in a just-to-be-finalized-after-trip-to-HK mode.
This will again delay my life with 3 months of retracing data and reworking the my e-state para maging up to date sa May 13 2007.
Sad thing is I have some photos gone to oblivion.
Malas. This plus a list of some minor yet irritating series of unlucky streaks.
now i am in the lobby of the hotel using a public PC. Huh, should be in the comfort of my room with my LCD TV and a room with the harbor view.. ironic site nga kanina while i was miserably crying in my hotel room with the view.
Oh, well.
:(
My hard disk crashed! and I don't have a back-up, while all things are in a just-to-be-finalized-after-trip-to-HK mode.
This will again delay my life with 3 months of retracing data and reworking the my e-state para maging up to date sa May 13 2007.
Sad thing is I have some photos gone to oblivion.
Malas. This plus a list of some minor yet irritating series of unlucky streaks.
now i am in the lobby of the hotel using a public PC. Huh, should be in the comfort of my room with my LCD TV and a room with the harbor view.. ironic site nga kanina while i was miserably crying in my hotel room with the view.
Oh, well.
:(
Thursday, May 10, 2007
HSBC TVC
Not about materialism, I just like the girl power theme and that it was pinoy creatives. Friend ko pa yata yung isa. This TVC was aired about 2 years ago. Still my favorite.
Finally!
Wednesday, May 9, 2007
I cannot vote :(
It is official. My business trip will keep me away from exercising my right to vote. Sad. I don't know if I would have the most educated list, I don't know if i will choose well, I don't know if my bets will win. But i really wanted to exercise my right. I want to vote!
Funny that people get how sad i get about this issue. Maybe this is one of my vanities, i want people to notice my love for country. Not into politics, not into candidates, not into parties.
Lucky that you could. Go please.
Funny that people get how sad i get about this issue. Maybe this is one of my vanities, i want people to notice my love for country. Not into politics, not into candidates, not into parties.
Lucky that you could. Go please.
Monday, May 7, 2007
My own voice
It took me 6 months to have my own blog, no longer a squatter to my dog's blog space i realize i should follow Bien's advice and have my own space. So here goes, kind of makes me jittery, am afraid my dog's life is more interesting than mine.. I might not have much to say, he he.. am like a baby just taken out of its andador.. ANYWAY Welcome to my blog.. hope you enjoy ur stay :)
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