Ice Carvings

Funny things keep happening last night. First, nel got me a brand new mug she found by accident at the plastics depot in malabon. The mug had the profile of one of my favorite players, Bobby Jackson, decked in his Kings uniform. The mug was perfect, except for the ceramic (but unpainted) hello kitty figurine cemented at the holder... maybe hello kitty is a big fan. then, i dreamed that my blog has become a bit of a cult hit viewed by lots of people i don't know. I kinda got the impression when someone sent me a handwritten letter professing her thanks for keeping on writing. The sender was a female OCW working in Japan, and she enclosed a few photos of herself. Inexplicably, shots of me in my christmas party dance number were included in the envelope. Man, i should really refrain from MSG before bedtime...

I survived my first Christmas party at Escudo Corp. And it wasn't as bad as i expected. Considering the amount of HP i had to expend to pull off my participation, it was pretty much enjoyable compared to the parties i've attended. I had to perform two numbers - one for the boys team and the other a traditional department rookies initiation dance number. Also made an impromptu AVP for the retiring folk plus help out as a member of the games and prizes committee. There is a spirited rivalry every year between the boys and the girls on who can one-up the other during the Christmas party. The boys won last year in a controversy-marred showdown, and are hell-bent on retaining the title. The girls are still fuming mad over what they perceived as a robbery, and are equally hell-bent on winning one. Sparks even flew when some of the boys posted photos of last years dance-off with "The Thrill of Victory" captions for male photos and "The Agony of Defeat" for the wome

Let's see. Based on my last entry, here is a summary of my active sports life: Plays basketball, billiards, badminton, bowling, table tennis, doesn't mind running, knows a little volleyball, understands football (both kinds, but there is no way i can dedicate myself to the sport - not here in Manila), likes snorkeling a bit, and played ultimate frisbee once. Neither good nor bad in these sports. Your average joe who doesn't want to be left behind so tries all these things. Just never mastered any of them to play competitively. Just like my career, and my life in general. In case the point still eludes, i guess i am meant to be a jack of all trades. You know, master of none. Gutsy enough to try but not dedicated enough to concentrate on a single field. Should i examine the reason why in sports, career, and the rest of my totality, i seem to hover on being a jack-of-all-trades rather than a specialist? Am i afraid to dedicate all time and effort on a single pursuit, with the

i've been meaning to document my recent experiences the past 2 months, but somehow, there are less compelling reasons to do so. apart from preserving memories from my recent trip to bacolod, my time-traveling sojourn to the eighties courtesy of a Super Dry event, even a wrestling special (yup, i finagled free tickets from my brother again), and various assortments of the dreary and not-so dreary, there is so much to tell, and no voice to speak of. work isn't the culprit, as the last few weeks saw the end of spent budgets. No events, nothing much to do, so i busied myself with the unenviable task of sorting out the remaining tasks for the year. and helped out with some creative ventures to sister divisions like packaging and coke. of course, there are various company outreach programs fueled by this season to be jolly. in short, there's a spattering of work to be done, but not enough to be a valid excuse of not being able to blog. i do have plenty of interesting distractions

During this morning's chitchat, I just found out from my officemate that her son, Luis, was looking forward yesterday to go to her office and "see tito james." Out of blue, Luis told her mom that tito james is his idol. Whoa. I know the kid likes me because I kept pace with his dissertations on the whole Star Wars franchise during his last visit. I even spent a few moments with him building Rebel and Empire starcraft from assorted Lego pieces. But nothing I did was markedly different from how I play with other children, so Luis’ flippant remark left me amused and flattered. Of course, that wasn’t the end of the story. Turned out that Luis now has three idols. The first two were Spongebob and Mr. Bean. I had to laugh out loud for that. Even as I was just starting on dreaming on how great a dad I could be, or how nice it would be to be setting the examples for a generation of kiddies, I got the kick that I probably would make a great cartoon character. This realization kno