Thursday, August 28

Alive and Wagging at 15!!!

I've been wanting to move out of our condo so I can raise and have a dog again. Like most filipino-chinese families who claim to be canine lovers, every mom has had some hairy toy dog like a shih-tzu or lhasa apso. I had my first toy dog for my 8th birthday. It was a beautiful white Pekingese named Celtic. His dad and grandad were champs, so he came with papers. Papers said Celtic so we stuck by it. My family had a problem saying those two syllables so Cel-tic eventually became "Tic-tic". Then, Auntie Lily just assumed that it was "di di" (弟弟) which means little brother so that worked too.

Well Celtic got really sick after 7 years and mom had him put to sleep forever. I was so busy with my workshop that summer that it took me a few days to realize what mom did. And since I was super busy with my concerns as a teenager, I forgave her (mom), even before she apologized. We could tell that Celtic was in serious pain, it was just really hard for me since he looked exquisite on the latter days of his life. And I refused to take in another pet after that.

Fast forward, my ninang's brother from HK was migrating with his entire family to Australia. Him and his family passed through Manila on the way and was able to sneak "B 仔" (pronounced as B Zai in cantonese) in the ship.

I didn't like him at first. It was a 3 year old mongrel. Physically, it looked like a stuffed toy from Blue Magic. But it was a happy dog. He minded his own business and barked occasionally when necessary. But I refused to allow him be Celtic's replacement. (First pet never dies...)

Well, we loved him alright. He kinda potty-trained himself and would open the door with his snout and bark for us to open the door. He was safe to children and we groomed his hair short so he's low maintenance. What more could a pet owner ask for? My dad liked it so much, it slept with him.

"Sao" is cantonese for hands. So mom trained him to give her his paw when he hears "sao sao". Of course yaya thinks it could also mean ..."saw saw suka, mahuli taya...". Who knew dogs could be bilingual?

Well, when dad died in 2005, mom moved to a condominium that didn't allow pets. So we sent "B 仔" off to my ninang's house to be taken care of.

I was amazed to see him alive and wagging! He's around 15 years old now, human years, could barely see but I call him a certain way and it responded like how it used to! I was sooooo happy to see my second pet, if only it could talk, I'd be in deep trouble. Alas! He was neutered in HK, which is probably why his appetite and bowel movement is normal still, but he moans and groans alot. So what to do?

Mom said it could be in alot of pain. But no, he has no reason to go to sleep now. So, picture picture nalang muna kami. =)

The word "仔" (zai), is used to refer to a kid. Now, we no longer call him "B 仔", instead we call him "B伯" (B Ba), like how we would refer to an uncle. So "B伯" is alive and wagging at 15, enjoying his very own electric fan, and is sometimes annoyed by 2 chow dogs who think they're the same age.

Wednesday, August 27

Someone Agrees with Me

My friend Christopher sent me a link earlier, and someone wrote an article about how to live your life even before you get a degree. And I agree. We see people graduating with a degree in interior designs, suddenly shifting to being a nurse. I'm not saying that people should just stop going to school and start clowning around, but clearly there are more ways to secure a great future than just finishing school.

I wanna share an article by Charles Wheelan, Ph.D., on how "A Well Rounded Education Doesn't have to Start with College. People always criticize me on how I foment my twenties, I'm just so glad to read this article, because at least someone agrees with me. My birthday's coming soon. I'm not yet a year older, but I definitely feel wiser.

A Well-Rounded Education Doesn't Have to Start with College


Posted on Monday, August 25, 2008, 12:00AM

I'm going to step back from economics for a moment and write about teaching economics to both undergraduates and graduate students. Based on that experience, I have some advice for talented high school students: Don't go to college.

And advice for talented college graduates: Don't get a job.

A Complete Education

Of course there is a caveat. You should do both of them eventually, just not right away. Take a year off, either after high school or after college.

Use that year to do something interesting that you'll likely never be able to do again: write a book, hike the Appalachian Trail, live with your grandparents, trek in Katmandu, volunteer at a health clinic in India, or serve your country in the military.

Just do something that will make you a more complete person. I suspect that it'll also make you appreciate your education more (and, ironically, make you more attractive when you do apply for college or enter the job market).

Rules of Engagement

I have two rules. First, you have to support yourself. If you're writing that novel, then you need to be waiting tables when you're not at the keyboard. If you're traveling across India, then you've got to earn the money before you go. This isn't about Mom and Dad funding leisure travel. The time will only be meaningful if you have to work for it, literally.

And second, this experience can't be one of those uber-competitive kinds of programs that are designed as a means to get you somewhere else -- like NASA physics camp or 14 hours a day of intensive gymnastics.

The World a Classroom

Why should an 18- or 22-year-old head for Nepal instead of the University of Illinois or Wall Street?

For three reasons. First, because you can. Because the world is an interesting place, life is short, and there just aren't that many opportunities to take long stretches to do really cool things.

Second, and perhaps more practical, it'll make you appreciate your education more, whether you do it before or after college. I remember the first time I saw terraced rice paddies in Indonesia. I'd taken a course on monsoon Asia in college but the concepts seemed remote and academic. But when I was standing in Bali, staring up at the remarkable green fields carved into the mountainside, I finally understood all the facts that I'd memorized for the exams.

Book-Smart, Life-Ignorant

Last, it'll impart perspective and maturity. I've encountered a small but growing number of students -- amazingly smart and talented people -- who just seem intellectually immature and even emotionally unhealthy. They're obsessed with grades more than learning (because good grades are necessary to do the next hypercompetitive thing).

Despite enormous talent, I fear that these students aren't prepared for a world in which the best path isn't always the most competitive one; where failure is a precondition for success; where there are no letter grades to signpost success. They are smart but not wise -- and more life experience, both the waiting tables and the trekking in Nepal, would help that.

I imagine this kind of immaturity is an inevitable part of growing up, but it feels more common to me these days. Perhaps this is what comes of a generation characterized by parents who made extraordinary efforts to get them into the right preschool.

Hitting the Road

In any case, when it comes to taking a year off, I write from experience. When I was a senior in high school, I told my principal that I wanted to take a year off before going to college. He talked me out of the idea, but to his eternal credit he persuaded me to do it after college.

So I did. After graduation, I spent four months working at a law firm where I was paid a relatively large hourly sum to put 50,000 production documents in chronological order. I lived at home and caddied on the weekends. (In one of life's little ironies, the last guy I ever caddied for -- after a 13-year looping career -- was George W. Bush. Go figure.)

When I had enough for the trip, I left for Colorado, then California, then Tahiti, then Australia and New Zealand -- and so on, across Southeast Asia, China, India, Europe, and home. People often tell me how lucky I was, which is true in a broad sense, but not when it comes to having done this trip. The whole journey -- with a budget of $20 a day -- cost roughly as much as a Honda Civic at the time. Have you ever told a college graduate that he was lucky to be able to afford a Honda Civic?

Meeting Resistance

Curiously, most people -- including my college peers -- thought that taking a year off to travel was a terrible idea at the time. One relative told me that I would be "a year behind," a comment that only makes sense if you believe that life consists of checking off a series of boxes -- job, kids, house, vacation home -- and then ringing a bell.

There are two common arguments against taking time off to do something off the beaten track. The first is that "you can always do it later." I find that kind of sad; to quote Langston Hughes, a dream deferred is a dream denied. How many people do you know who have hiked the Appalachian Trail, volunteered at a clinic in India, written a novel, or done any of the things I mentioned above? These kinds of things don't get easier when you have kids and a mortgage.

The second is that this is some kind of elitist boondoggle. That's just nonsense. My wife (who as my girlfriend at the time) made the around-the-world trip with me. She graduated from an Ivy League school with a full load of student loans. She worked as a waitress on Nantucket (living in a bunkhouse behind the country club) until she'd earned enough to travel around the world for nine months and pre-pay her loans for a year. Then she came back, got a corporate job, and paid off the rest of the student loans. Not bad for someone with three siblings, all raised by a single parent who taught preschool for a living.

A Leg Up

The irony of taking a year out is that it's a pretty good career move, too. You get a unique life experience, and a year later, should you so choose, you can still apply to Harvard Law School.

Only in that pile of applications, you're the one who wrote a book or went around the world. That's who I want in my classes.

Bruised Water - Chicane feat. Natasha Bedingfield


My skin is like a map
Of where my heart has been
And I cant hide the marks
Its not a negative thing
So I let down my guard
Drop my defenses down by my clothes
I'm learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow

I bruise easily
So be gentle when you handle me
There's a mark you leave
Like a love heart carved on a tree
I bruise easily
Can't scratch the surface
Without moving me underneath
I bruise easily
I bruise easily

I found your fingerprints
On a glass of wine
Do you know you're leaving them
All over this heart of mine too
But if I never take this leap of faith
I'll never know
So I'm learning to fall
With no safety net to cushion the blow

[Chorus]

Anyone who can touch you
Can hurt you or heal you
Anyone who can reach you
Can love you or leave you

So be gentle...

[Chorus]

I bruise easily
I bruise easily

Wednesday, August 13

Hair Scare

l bumped into Karen at Fiamma briefly. Was gonna go to Godskitchen but our friend had too much wine at Cav, so we decided to call it the night at 2AM.

Karen just messaged me on YM. I told her I wasn't feeling so hot because of my hair. Was never a fan of funky hairstyles and she agreed. She claims to love it but I don't know... its certainly NOT wash and wear.

Jaja kept teasing me kasi!!! She kept questioning my hair's existence. Plus, Tony & Jacky's promo couldn't have came to a better time. P300.00 for an image of me that sorta kinda gave me a shock of my life. I haven't had bangs since 1995 and I didn't like it then...! Ten days after my haircut I still decided to dig out my hairbands. Wish halloween would come sooner, so I could tell everyone Im dressed up as one o' those girls from the Koreanovelas.

Friday, August 8

Inside the Pandora’s Box

"It was said that years ago, Zeus ordered to have a woman created as punishment for mankind. Pandora was given a few traits by each god. And although Zeus warned his brother Epithemeus not to get near her, like most men he did and ended up marrying Pandora instead.

Pandora was given a large jar by Zeus and was instructed not to open it. But out of curiosity (as most girls) she did and got all sort of evilness out of the jar. Good thing she was quick to close it, and one thing was left... HOPE.

My unexpected trip to Cebu brought back bittersweet memories. A lot has changed. A lot of my friends have kids now. My “bro” has 2 girlfriends. (What a stud!) But of course, my soul-sister Faye and I still share the same happy cells and love for fashion.


I met her at Caltex, in the middle of nowhere and asked her if she wanted a drink. She was wearing a black asymmetrical top and a pretty short frou –frou skirt. That’s her version. What really happened was, I was with this girl she knew, and when they exchanged hellos, I asked her if she wanted a drink coz I was on my way to the store. She declined politely. So that’s what really happened. But who cares, we’re still friends and we still love our alcohol.


So yeah, talking to her in person has made me realize that life is good and things do change. She’s been in Cebu all these time, but has done so well with herself. (Ukay lovers in Cebu, please message me!!! Really good and cheap stuff!) She has also reminded me that love exists. (Check out a picture of her and her extremely nice and hot boyfriend ------> ) Incidentally, he has opened a pretty successful “tapsilugan” in the middle of nowhere. (Puwede pa rin bang tapsilugan kung walang tapa? Hungarian Sausage bestseller daw kasi nila.) Anyhoo, I was very happy to see this couple and even had the privilege of listening to his band jam like 4 doors down. So happy indeed that I brought friends over the next day.


Thank you so much Payuy for giving me hope, for reminding me of our creed we took for granted, and that is to dance like noone's watching and love like you've nevere been hurt. So dear Lawrence, may your chicken wings be a little less salty, and your menu expand, may the Hungarian sausage from the middle of nowhere create chaos in the road to Ayala and may you continue to serve comfort food for the love of rock music and ice cold beer. And as you serenaded me with My Chemical Romance’s “Helena”, I bid you good night.

Mishu Payuy!!! ^_^