Category Archives: At home at the end of the world

life at home. little comments and blurbs.

I don’t care how you do it…

just save me! More music please!

Listening to: “Save Me” (what else?)  by Remy Zero

What a way to productively spend my rest day! I spent the last 3 hours (maybe more) watching Smallville; and managed to finish (again) Season One in it’s entirety. Even crossed over to Season 2 (first couple of episodes). I find the whole show very enjoyable, if a little episodic in the beginning.

I feel rather sorry for Lex Luthor (played very well by Michael Rosenbaum), he is really trying hard to go against his darker leanings (can you say walking the very fine line between good and evil?) Clark is extremely likable, a little bit obtuse from time to time, but essentially a good person. I like the fact that he is very loyal and loving to his friends (and some of the credit goes to Jonathan and Martha Kent for raising him so well). Lana’s ok, but I think she is more suited to Lex Luthor (I know! My personal bias is showing! hehe I’ve always been a Lex-Lana fan ) than Clark Kent (Chloe is better-suited to Clark, they just don’t know it). Speaking of Chloe Sullivan. She’s my favourite character, don’t even ask why. I’ll tell anyway, she’s the one I can relate to the most. You  know, newspaper staff in high school? Brainy girl? Well, not just that, but a myriad of other things (I like her fashion sense as well. Brainy-chic.) I’ll say this, I’ve always been glad to be appreciated for my supposed “intelligence” (academic and other-wise) and visual talents, but sometimes, a person wants to be noticed for other things as well (not just because your name is plastered in the honors list or you’ve happened to finish a good drawing). But at the end of the day, I think a person should have been happy to have been appreciated in any way at all. And it may sound totally unrelated, but in my lif e experience,  it’s important for people to build a “strong backbone” (lest you get trampled upon) . Apart from maintaining good friendships.

I’ll finish Season 2 today probably. I just kept pressing the “Next” button on the DVD player and then I noticed it’s already 8:30 in the morning.

I did not totally laze-around the house all day though, I spent some time “cooking” (although I’m not much of a cook), washing some dishes, and doing the laundry (the usual domestic stuff). Not to mention wiping off dog poo.

I’ve also finished reading “Dead to the World” by Charlaine Harris (book 4 of the Sookie Stackhouse novels). It’s an immensely good read. Not like the tripe that is  Twilight (sorry, can’t resist the comparison). It’s more of an adventure than actual romance, and the plot is fast moving and quite concise. Most of all, Sookie is a much better narrator and character than Bella Swan. She has a sharp, witty, if sometimes ironic sense of humor. She knows who she is and is very much comfy in her own skin. And insists that she be treated as an equal by both Bill (and Eric).Although I think Eric is the one who really knows how to treat her well. Another very nice quality of hers is that she doesn’t wallow in despair like Bella. So Bill went to Peru, life goes on. You can’t suddenly become incapacitated just because your boyfriend left you. Most of all, Sookie has the backbone I’m talking about earlier, possibly borne out of her “talent”/”disability”.

Back to real life. Things are looking better at work, but not peachy (we’re expected to be on ultra-formal tomorrow).  Although I always try to keep my work and my “Life” in separate boxes. I have this tendency to compartmentalize. Hard habit to break.

I was cleaning up and then there were zombies…

Watching: “Resident Evil: Degeneration” (wasn’t able to finish it the first time)

Reading: “Cold Mountain” by Charles Frazier

(on a related note, aside from this book, I’m also able to get something by E. Annie Proulx all for 50php each-and hardbound to boot – at   Makati Cinema Square. I’ll go back there probably by next payout to check out some more books.  I have Percy Jackson and the Olympians on my next reading list – the protagonist has the same name as my younger brother, Perseus – but I’ll need to go to Fully Booked for those).

In our apartment, things tend to pile up (dishes, clothes, footware, books). No matter what sort of clean up you try to do. That can’t be helped since all 6 of us work in the night shift. And like vampires, we are asleep during the day (except maybe on weekends). I’ve just finished washing last night’s dishes (left in the sink until someone gets in the mood to wash them) and believe me, I’ll see another pile tomorrow. I’m not complaining though. I like the people I’m living with. Just an observation. 😉

Not a bad week, I guess. Somehow,  I can see that things are progressing for the better. Update on RE: Degeneration, so why was Leon Scott Kennedy the only one not wearing any protective gear?? I understand he’s the big, bad-ass agent sent by the White House – due to his experience in handling zombified citizens – but I’m quite sure he’s not bite-resistant, is he? I guess the helmet would mess-up his hair! Don’t get me wrong, I love the Resident Evil games (the movies are another story); but don’t tell me you didn’t notice some “impracticalities” from time to time. Just look at Jill Valentine’s attire on RE: Nemesis (which they have unwisely adopted in the movie). Would you fight zombies on a skirt and a tank top?? On top of that, the T-Virus is highly infectious. What if she gets bitten by infected mosquitoes?? But that’s just me being nitpicky.

>on RE: Degeneration : They are now being herded together in a military camp (Leon, Claire and the rest) just outside the airport. Trust me, the military is always almost useless on RE games; their only purpose is to propagate the number of the infected-undead. Oh and the vaccine just happened to be destroyed. And before the movie is over, I’m sure the long-haired guy (who happens to be the older brother of  one of the SRT members – the Japanese really love this theme) shown earlier will make an appearance. Will he be the customary “boss”? I’m getting ahead of myself. Really? Or will that be the Brit-guy?

>on RE: Degeneration : And Brit-guy with the sexy accent just invited Claire to “a late afternoon tea”. Naturally, she said yes. This movie is getting better all the time.

Tomorrow is laundry day. Yay! If I can manage to finish with HealthLab early.

>on RE: Degeneration : Ok, so big-brother (named Curtis) is the “Birkin” stand-in (he didn’t manage to keep his full consciousness either). He’s now fully transformed (after many explosions), and looks far uglier than Nemesis. Movie is almost over. From what I’ve seen, it’s a conglomeration of plots from the previous RE games. Wait! Brit-guy just disappeared.

I’m quite excited to see the re-make of  “Clash of the Titans” (I’ve seen the 1981 version when I was in the 5th grade, shown alongside “Sakay”, if you can believe it). It has to be exciting, with Liam Neeson as Zeus, and Ralph Fiennes as Hades. Sam Worthington as Perseus? well I guess he’s ok (I can see an action-fantasy actor in the making).

Random Insanity and Bad Movies

Forgive this post for occasional lack of coherence, it’s 11:28 pm here and I haven’t taken a bath yet. How’s that for an excuse?

Ok, I’m back at the boarding house (I just went and submitted my requirements for a company I will not mention here. Top secret stuff) here in Manila. Neil Gaiman was at Rockwell today apparently. Too bad I wasn’t able to make it for a number of reasons (including lack of funds).

I curse the person who typed my NBI Clearance. How could he/she make the mistake of misspelling my name? Well, not entirely, more like a single letter typo. Which is more infuriating, considering it’s the reason I’m stuck in here;  I’m also pissed with myself for not checking! Another thing, is my lack of success at procuring funds from a relative, whom I know has money (but refuses to help because of blah, blah, blah, excuses, excuses). I  may sound childish,  but I’m shot of him. Ok, moving on.

I’m currently watching something called “Dinocroc”. No kidding. I like watching B-Movies from time to time.  As the title implies, it’s about a dinosaur-crocodile hybrid running amok and killing a bunch of people. Opens with some guy (who looks suspiciously like Crocodile Dundee) sitting on a boat, trying to shoot something in the murky waters of a place called Ngukurr, Northern Australia. Oh, wait I missed something, he sort of slit his arm open to draw blood (to attract whatever creature he is hunting I presume. Although I miss the point of injuring yourself on purpose while on the hunt. He could have drawn the blood earlier or something). Well, cue in some exposition (in the form of power-pointy letters) and supposedly-scary-but-really-annoying music. And now we cut to  scientists making genetic experiments on some lab. For the purposes of what? I forgot. Anyway, one of the specimens went postal and destroys the cameras on the holding cell. Of course the first thing a sensible person would do is to ENTER the cage, when you don’t KNOW WHERE the creature is. How this person ever became a scientist boggles the mind.

So, naturally, the girl gets killed and the creature escapes. Let’s see what happens. I’m sure “Crocodile Dundee” will appear later. And there’s a kid with a missing dog. I think I know where this is going. Hm. And the guy who plays the sheriff of sorts looks awfully familiar (I’m sure I’ve seen him as a minor character on another movie).

“..out on a limb..”

Listening to: “Shatter” by Feeder

Reading: “The Night Watch” by Sergei Lukyanenko ( decided to give it a rest with “Journeys” for a while), plus excerpts of “Diana: In Search of Herself” by Sally Bedell Smith, and I found this most interesting passage(s) – some of which I can “relate” to:

..In fact, her friends supplied only partial and often contradictory views, because she was incapable of fully revealing herself to anyone…

…she was so mercurial. Even those close to her had trouble grasping what was going on in her mind. Her moods were volatile, causing her friends and relatives to walk on eggshells to avoid provoking her. “Sometimes she appeared to change from one moment to the next,” her second cousin Robert Spencer told me. “One time she would be sweet and glad to see you, the next she would be distant.”

These frequent shifts in her personality reflected her fragile sense of herself and the turbulence of her emotions.

Well, enough of that. I’ve made several updates on the website as well. The December 2007 calendar is up (featuring Jane Eyre) and I decided to add another page – , just a collection of my old Calendar layouts.

I’ll be damned. I may have to jump to the nearest bridge soon or else retreat to Batanes Islands. Do you know how it feels like to have an “ax” hovering over your head? Ready fall at the slightest provocation? I know I do. It appears I’m hell bent on “digging my own grave”. How else could I explain my latest move? Once again my recklessness got the better of me.

“tit for tat”

Listening To: “Manatsu no Yoru no Yume ” by Shikao Suga (Deathnote Movie Theme)

Watching:“DeathNote” anime

Reading:“Crime & Punishment” by F. Dostoyevsky

WiP: “Harry Potter Trio” portrait

Website WiP:“JediDawn V.6” (I’m starting to get the feel of coding a webby again. I plan to make this the “grandest” version yet – not this blog, but my official website. I got the interface designed, but a few more details should be added. I particularly loved the colour scheme I came up with)

Been quite busy lately. I was not able to transfer the latest Photo-Manip I made, as of yet. Maybe next week. I’m currently into “Deathnote”. I originally planned on watching 5 episodes yesterday, but due to a sudden attack of “the headache”, I went to sleep after episode 3. Quite an interesting anime, seeing as the “protagonist” fits the description of an anti-hero, at times Light is even more cold-blooded and psychopathic than the criminals he killed. I don’t know whether I should agree with “Light Yagami (or Kira) or with “L”. Since they both claim to be on the side of justice. wahaha. 🙂 The Shinigami “Ryuk” is really quite funny in a twisted way too. I watched a little of DEATHNOTE live action. “Light” was played by the same guy who played Shuya Nanahara on Battle Royale.


Wake me up when September Ends: The month of September has been quite extraordinary for me. Meaning to say it has been very “weird”. I think I may have somehow managed to “jinx” myself. Why?

  • One, my Quality Scores at work has been “very low”. 83.33% at one point. It’s a good thing I managed to bring it up to at least 87.33 % before the month ended. Not that I care too much about getting a high score (like some people I know). Frankly, I only care about the money and the last thing I need is an FA (Focus Alert) when I have bills I need to pay. I already have TWO FA’s under my belt last month (one was for Compliance – question: why do I always have to sabotage myself? – Because, I have been “over-breaking” too much. Another was for my AHT (w/c was six seconds behind the standard – can you believe that). I’ve always had trouble with authority anyway (passive-aggressive tactics have always been my specialty).
  • Second, it’s about my phone. The company provided one. I know it’s my fault for being thick enough as to forget my own PIN code. But making me wait for three weeks to get my SIM replacement was a bit excessive, don’t you think? I have no idea how SIM cards were made, but I don’t think they include taking it to Mount Doom to be forged by Sauron himself! (That’s the only acceptable reason why it has taken that long). Anyway, I have learned my lesson. My phone does not have a PIN code now, and I won’t put one until I’m sure I can remember the wretched thing, even under duress.
  • Oh, and one other thing. I committed a semi-grand “boo-boo” at work. Apparently, something I wrote (I keep a little notepad beside my interface when I take calls, you know) caught the attention of some people within the company (and in a bad way too! Again: question, why do I keep sabotaging myself?) Our QA showed it to me this morning. I perfectly remember making that note – I was in very bad disposition that time. You know I’m always out of sorts with one thing or another, but that day I felt exceptionally cross. So I wrote something to the effect of: I really don’t like this job (w/c is true to some extent – quite pathetic too – because I haven’t got the guts to actually leave right now, since I still need the money. I’m a little too old to be “screwing” around with my artist friends – gone were the days of sitting at the back alley of the municipal hall talking about anything under the sun – that’s the thing I miss the most about them, I could mention Kafka or Tolstoi and not get a weird look -, or staying all afternoon at the stadium, or staying together in the park in the middle of a signal number 2 storm while eating “siomai”) and that I’m glad to be leaving next year, plus I enumerated some of the other jobs I had before (Eperformax is my fourth job). Then there’s the really inappropriate “What is great about humanity? I hope a plague wipes out the whole species!” – yikes! (quoting the guy from ASC) Stupid of me, really. I should keep my thoughts to myself when I’m at work, I know. We don’t want to anger the powers that be.
  • Lastly, I get “markdowns” at work for the most trivial matters. It’s been a long standing problem for me. I am my worst enemy, I believe. Sometimes I think it’s either due to boredom or just sheer laziness.

I decided to watch Bubblegum Crisis Tokyo 2040 again, finally figured out that I should re-install the K-Lite Codec pack (it appears that my Codec files were a bit old); to solve that annoying “upside-down double screen” problem that I’ve been having whenever I try to play the OGM files. The solution has been lodged at the back of my mind for some time now. I just keep on forgetting it. The Japanese voice-overs were much, much better than the English ones. The most glaring difference lies with the voice of Brian J. Mason. The English voice actor’s rendition was downright horrible! His Mason sounds like a “lecherous sleazebag”, I have no idea how I have come to this conclusion, but those words pop up whenever I hear him speak. The Japanese voice over, however, projects an air of “seriousness”, “menace” and a “tinge of sadness”. The general dialogue pattern is also markedly different, much more “poetic”. 

October 12-13, 2007 

They’ve got to be f*ckin kidding me! Another major “disaster” has occurred at work. A FINAL WRITTEN WARNING was issued because I was not able to follow the AHT requirement for my tenure (97 days = 4:40 standard). I’ve always hated these “measuring” instruments in corporate environments. So why am I working for this company? Seeing as I, well, not really me, but rather my very “nice” call center alter-ego, Elizabeth, have been called “garbage” by some quasi-person from the middle of nowhere. But perhaps, I should take pity rather than hate the “poor soul” who could not vent somewhere else. I also encountered two exceptionally “thick” personalities (I am practically in “awe” that they can BE that thick and continue to survive!) First, was a man who, no matter how much I modified my explanation about the Default APR, continues to claim that he does not understand! Now I know how talking to a wall, or else a black hole would be like. I spent about 15 minutes (to the detriment of my AHT) trying all manner of what I believe would have been qualified as “layman’s terms”, short of using “stone-age” language. If I could only grab his head and transport the images from my brain to his, like computer data transfer, then I believe we would have understood each other. But sadly, the call ended with him not understanding one iota of the lengthy and vividly described argument I gave him (I try to explain things as short and concise as possible, but when all else fails, I expound further on the subject.) But “astonishingly”, neither tactic worked!  

Second, was a woman whom I spent 20 minutes with going, literally “back and forth” about the terms of her “convenience check”; It is something I have explained a dozen times before, and has been understood right from the very beginning by everyone else! She even accused me of “compounding” things (moi?!) , in the middle of my explanation regarding the computation of the “interest rate” (the rate for the check is 1.99F, and she wanted to write one for $29,925 – we even had a hard time with something as simple as a “one-time” fee of $75.00 for using the check – )


so…last week on my latest job (penciller), be off to another job by march. probably call centers again, as I need to sustain myself while I prepare myself for going abroad. i can’t seem to be able to stay in one place for a long time (it causes lethargy and a sense of being trapped – it’s the most horrible feeling in the world).

oh…and the juicy part…I finally get to live alone (for the first time). Comes with mixed feelings of course, but also a sense of possibility and independence (the “nomad” in me is finally getting some “fun”). I plan to bed space, go home (san pablo, whenever i can) and practice my “life” sketching techniques ( in the morning I can still practice my portrait-making and at night go to work).

of course, it won’t always be smooth-sailing, but at least I get to take the reins in my own life. i went to this bookstore a little while ago and found this book “Living Alone & Liking It”….hehehe..seems appropriate.

The Amidala portrait i’ve been working on is coming beautifully. it looks almost painterly and alive now… ;p no kidding. i’m going for a “soul-ful” portrait here, so far i’m quite successful.

I spent my two days off working on Amidala and watching Pirates of the Carribean 1 & 2 (that film manages to drive away – if only for a while – the more pressing problems in life; especially watching Jack Sparrow and gang perform their antiques. that can only be described as “pure fun”).

I’ve ceased watching “heavy” movies as of late. Maybe later on, when I’m in the mood.

“The Pearl is Freedom” – Captain Jack Sparrow



There are times when I look at the mirror…and think…”who the F*ck are you?!” …”what the hell are you doing here?”
could be an offshoot or after effect of the ever-present “headache”…the mirror is can be dangerous…there are shadows lurking about sometimes.

anyway, enough with spookiness…i bought another book today. The Horse Whisperer by Nicholas Evans. Seems interesting enough and cheap too. Bargain price 45 php.

I’m on the roll yesterday, but I’m not in the mood for updates as of now.

Green Miles

ok…so…its a new year! happy new year. however late. ive had a vaccum cleaner attached to my head recently. in short, the “headache” is back.

my weekend is moderately eventful. started a new padme sketch (using watercolour pencils this time). and finally i found, The Hours movie (thought i never would).

Went to Lucena City w/ mum to apply for a passport (so i can get the hell out of here!) Not much trouble. ah…i just noticed that Lucena has an awful lot of rivers (or maybe just one large with lots of tributaries) and mostly green leafy things all around.

Saw Escaflowne the Movie recently. But I find Sora (the real wing goddess??) and Folken more likable…although i can probably relate to both Folken and Hitomi. I found Van very irritating there for some reason (although i like him in the anime)…I’d probably give him a wack in the head instead if i were Hitomi… ;p beautiful song from sora….

And the SEMI-Launching of this site as my official blog!

Added a new page:

more updates & pages are coming up. once i figure out what i’ll put into them. ;p

by the lake

What do you say? me by the lake last christmas…. ;p

that’s it for tonight….;p

A Happy Schizoprenic Holiday – Part One

Fact is, my holidays are over. Ten days of supposedly having fun, spent in…well, supposedly having fun. Let us define “having fun”, this simple phrase could mean a whole lot to different people. To the “mentally delusional” (meaning “mga taong ilusyonada”) it could mean hearing voices that confirm their long suspected notion of being Napoleon, Genghis Khan, John Lennon or Prince Charles. Of course it doesn’t matter that’s its all in their head. To serial killers it could probably mean tons of murdered people/bodies lying underneath the supremely polished floor boards (or in some cases inside le chic cellar) of their American dream, white picket fence houses (on a side note, ever wonder why there are no Jeffrey Dahmers or Ted Bundys here in the Philippines? I believe it is partly because of our unshakable habit of ‘tsismisan’ (gossiping) – who would have thought something good would come out of it? – I mean we could gossip away the serial killer’s motivation, he might be reduced to thinking, “where’s all the fun? they’ve already figured out what I’m up to…”, this is upon hearing the neighbors prattle…”naku yang nasa kabilang bahay, weirdo yan, tingnan mo na lang…di na ko magtataka kung serial killer yan!” There goes. The point is, where else can you hide when the neighborhood knows what brand of underwear you are wearing??  The whole serial killer schitck is a lot more complicated of course, but Im not here to analyze and discuss the quirks and habits of serial killers, Im here to tell you about my holidays. To impose upon you the mind-deadening and soul- scorching events that occured within the span of the mysterious “ten days” (eh, that would make a good movie title!) Now let us “flow-walk” to “ten days earlier” (in case you have been living on mars or not a Star Wars geek like me, “flow-walk” is a term for…uh..anyway, I didn’t come here to explain the immensely scientific terms peppering the whole SW universe, you just be the smart fellow and figure out what it means by analyzing how the phrase was used…ok…a little brain flexing wont kill you.)

Dec 23rd – Can’t remember much, besides the fact that I got home at this date (sitting on the back-row aisle of the bus..getting my butt fried and all), and that I distinctly recall that tingling sensation (not THAT sensation you swine!) of infinite possibilities! (a meteor could hit the Asia-pacific and obliterate us all, thereby eliminating the need to go back to work or the Philippines could become the next superpower, or I could look like Angelina Jolie without taking Michael Jackson’s path)! I could boldly go where I have never gone before.

But I ended up watching a couple of movies (Pirates of the Carribean 2 -Johnny Depp makes me drool by the gallons & The Shawshank Redemption – so does Tim Robbins). And reading passages from Jane Austen (got stuck somewhere between Pride and Prejudice). Activities of the damned.

I also contemplated if I should go visit my friend Gabriel, Bard of San Antonio Quezon on the 24th or the 25th. Since I felt quit lazy, I decided to inform The Bard (through text) that Her Royal Highness, The Lady Vader will arrive at their humble abode on Dec. 25th (get the red carpet ready, not to mention The Calamay and the salad.)
Dec. 24th – Bonding time with mom. We went to the supermarket to buy some stuff for the New Year (since we are Pagans we don’t celebrate Christmas, we instead worship the sun, the moon, the ground we walk upon). I realize that is is a bit thick of us to get into the whole “holiday rush”. But do you know I have figured out a lot of things about the human condition while standing in line at the Ultimart Supermarket, waiting for my ice cream to melt, so that I won’t gave to worry about it splitting my molars into two. I might as well be drinking Ube/Makapuno shake.

Truth # One:  To Cheese or not to Cheese – I saw several people picking up  blocks/boxes of (insert brand here) Cheese. They take some time to reflect then shake their heads and either pick up one “cheese-ball” (MY english for quezo de bola) or several boxes (perhaps they were wondering what disasters might occur if the need for cheese were not met, or why is cheese such an integral part of the holidays?)

Truth # Two: There will always be HAM – It is everywhere (very much like Cancer, McDonald’s, Jollibee and Starbucks) and come in assorted brands and sizes. I wanted ham for the New Years eve, but since there are only five of us, eating a one kilo ball of meat in just one night was just pure waste, not to mention stupid. A couple of customers go to the meat section, not to buy, but to poke and prod the already abused ham, roll it like a basketball on their sweaty palms (some even sniff it, i shudder) then dump it back into the open freezer. I think they’re in for that infinite gratification by thinking, ” I held the Ham in my hands, I COULD buy it, but I WON’T!” Still many people do buy this star of the noche buena, a symbol of prosperity (after w/c most of then go broke – but the thing is “I dont care! Nakakain naman ako ng ham!”)

Truth # Three: Forever in Lines with You – It’s not the chilly breeze nor the simbang gabi which heralds the coming of the holidays, it’s the LINES, most specifically the supermarket lines. Despite repeated warnings/advice of “Thou shalt not engage in last minute holiday shopping” lest you suffer from heart attack, heat stroke, asphyxiation and most tragically a loss of identity by standing too close to one person for an hour or more. “Las minit” cannot be avoided. Maybe…it’s this infernal itch to “show off”, I mean, how many carts can you fill, how many bags can you carry and what big bulging packages are sticking out of those bags, or it might be because most companies believe in “Las minit” as well, why else would they give out salaries on the 23rd?…ah..must we follow the winds of destiny?

Truth # Four: Parents should leave their spawn at home when conducting their shopping – I don’t hate kids but I’m not too fond of them either. And there’s nothing more annoying than kids running around while I, The Lady Vader were having difficulty finding the Swiss Miss section! Kids put me off balance…they scream, they fidget, they cry out loud (not unlike some pseudo-adults I know).

After the shopping disaster (finally out of those hellish lines). I went straight home and took a much needed nap. But not before playing some songs on my portable CD player, I found myself hopelessly crooning “Far Away” by Nickelback (its an amazing song, I could listen to it for two hours and not get bored, maybe it’s Chad Kroeger’s throaty, melodic, rockstah vocals. It doesn’t hurt that’s he’s also handsome. And the lyrics are mushy without being mushy. Get it? No? I thought not.

And so while the rest of the world ate their ham and cheese and salad..I slept on…dreaming of Hannibal Lecter. Sweet.
Dec. 25th – Yey! It’s Christmas Day! But I’m not at home. HRH The Lady Vader visits Gabriel, Bard of San Antonio Quezon.I left as early as I could manage it…9:00 – I overslept a bit – (to avoid the inevitable human wave of “namamaskos”). Mostly they are little buggers, I mean children who could be future players in our political scene. At the age of seven they already know to weedle their way out of other people’s money. Next time you meet, they’ll weedle your vote out of you. But maybe I’m being too pessimistic. It’s not just the children, they are frequently “accompanied” by “well-meaning” adults. Evidently taking advantage of the fact that people are excessively generous during this time. They’d hand out 500 pesos to you with a smile. Tax Free. No Interest. But try to borrow 100 bucks at some other time. They’d give you a scowl, maybe a finger & slam the door to your face. I encountered some “namamaskos” anyway, but not that many enough to send me screaming to the hills.

Now The Bard’s aforementioned abode is nestled deep in the valleys and hills of San Antonio. A literal pain in the butt to travel (rough road, bouncing and bouncing in the tricycle, after a 15 minute ride to the boundary of “Niing”, you have to stop and check if your nose is still in the right place, then you have to walk some distance more.) When I met her at the San Antonio junction, she was accompanied by two Male-forms (The Bard’s workmates), whom I will call Jin & Mugen.

Mugen seems like to be your typical guy, easy to talk to, prone to making silly jokes and all. But I like Jin better. This guy possesed a subtle sense of humour, likes to utter remarks not so different from the ones which spew out of Philip, Duke of Edinburgh(sarcastic, delivered in a stiff upper lip manner, loaded with irony and hysterically funny). He has this air of quiet dignity about him. Now I make it sound like I have a crush on the guy. But no (I’m still married to Johnny Depp), I just happen to like guys like that. They don’t try to talk your ears off.