nBLOG

February 25, 2008

My favorite drink

In the past the easy answer would be Coca Cola. It didn’t end there; it had to be in a glass bottle – none of that can or vendo crap; the spirit and taste are totally different across these mentioned as well as other Coke variants.

I used to drink it like water. I even remember my yaya literally setting aside a 1L bottle for me and telling everyone else that we’re out of Coke, just so I could still have some when I wanted.

But after college, that all stopped; naturally for what my Mom claimed to be health reasons. I never really thought about what “beverage” took on the title of my favorite simply because I never was a person to look for a specific beverage since then.

Now though, I can honestly say the void has been filled:

February 24, 2008

Slipper talk

After 2 long years, my colorful Nike flip-flops finally hit the bucket. I guess that last beach trip we had was too much for it to handle.

So Cris and I went shopping for a new pair in Rustans. After much ado, I decided on these black Cobian El Cap sandals:

February 24, 2008

Remembering Valentine’s

I only got to scan this recently:

It’s a letter Cris made when she had nothing else to do in the their faculty room this last V-day. She repurposed a Mother’s Day card from a magazine.

Yes, apparently, it’s a letter by me – made by her. Given to me – to give to her. Try wrapping your head around that cuz that’s exactly how it goes.

February 23, 2008

Some old article I forgot about

I was perusing through my unpublished entires and came across this anecdote probably from 3 years ago.

Not sure if it was real or not, but what caught my attention was this gem of truth:

She is glaring at me with all the moral self-righteousness that only a woman can muster up.

If I had a dollar for every time I’ve seen that trait in a woman, I’d have about $3,627.14!

Just kidding… but you know what I mean.

I’m no angel, I’ll be first to admit that; but if there’s one thing I’m proud of, is that I do not put on a facade making people think otherwise. I put my morals (or lack of them, depending on how people interpret it) right in the table the first time out. And despite the different consequences these “values” of mine garner from different people, I’m pretty sure none of them can call me out on not being a genuine person (and by “genuine” it could be “genuinely good,” or bad).

Whether one interprets as me being good or bad, it still always was, and always will be [the “true”] ME. It was never a me-during-sundays, or a me-when-in-the-company-of-group-x, a me-in-the-family, or even a me-with-my-girlfriend.

I was never morally self-righteous simply because I admit my shortcomings when it comes to that area. And I dare not have the arrogance to invoke such things knowing I have no right to do so. Ironically though, I usually find myself capable of being a far kinder person those who are [morally self-righteous]… provided of course they deserve such treatment 😉

Anyways, enough chitchat; here’s the cool story.

February 23, 2008

Thoughts regarding blogging

I have a bunch of bloggable entries, but most of them too short – which makes them more likely candidates for some shallow twitter-esque entries than actual meaningful posts you can share with people. That’s not to say that my most of posts are of any valuable significance; but in order to explain why I personally think it isn’t enough to post one-liners, I thought I’d share how I’ve always seen the culture of blogging in context of the world wide web.

I’ve always appreciated how majority of readers take the time to visit one’s site (or clicks on one’s pane in an RSS reader) and read – as one discusses the many minutiae surrounding one’s life.