Bubba Gump
“Run Forrest run!”
They have shrimps, pasta and barbecues… but we didn’t really go there because of the food. We chose to have our dinner at Bubba Gump because of our (my?) love for Forrest Gump (and Tom Hanks).
Oh. But the food is great as well. =)
Read about my Bubba Gump experience here .
(Advance) Happy new year to everybody!
“Can men and women be friends?”
I had an older post with my question about friendship and loving. Here’s another indirect answer from a magazine….
While we’re in a coffee shop last weekend, I was reading a magazine, Girlfriends (?) . It has an article, a personal essay with the title “Can men and women be friends?”
Can you share your experience as well? Do XX and XY have different opinions about it?
Garden Cafe
Inside though, it has a western theme. It’s something like Charly Brown minus the modern, commercial feel of the ambiance. Wooden floors, tables and chairs, dividers, horse rides (the mechanical one), preserved animals, waiters in western costume, a lot of cowboy reads. The place is quite dim lighted and not too crowded. The tables are also divided in cubicles, which is really nice for intimate dinners.Cher, cher… may I go out?
This post is for all the teachers, educators, parents and those who are thankful for their mentors as well.
“Teachers make every other profession”.
Cinemalaya
To watch Cinemalaya, right where the action is, is one of my 100 things to do (at least for this gap-year). I think there is no excuse to watch at least one film since I can and usually go to the area at least once a week. So there, I did my research and chose my first film. I won’t say anything else in the meantime except for go watch it for yourself! =)
Read this info from Cinemalaya’s Website.
STILL LIFE
by: KATRINA FLORES
Finalist, Full Length Films CategorySupport Cinemalaya!
Hero
Let me attempt to try to tell you about a story of a man who lived in the Japanese regime. Probably a number of us bloggers know someone who survived that time.
Do you have your own story?
Mine is about a unnamed hero, at least for us.
… he is a hero. There is so many like him that will never be recognized. But recognition doesn’t matter in everything we do. In his heart, he knew what he have done and this is what is important.
Feeling friendly
I woke up pretty late then passed by the university to pick up my clearance and transcripts. I immediately went home to avoid meeting other people. Hehe… — I mean I went to SB.
I know someone would relate in my spending my free hours/day at SB . We’re inow n a different generation who prefers a little noise and occasional distraction (probably secondary to shorter attention span) and abhors prolonged solitude when studying (ooppsss.. this is already another story).
Anyway today is an atypical day at SB. I started to hang-out at around noon.
Does this mean something?
As a routine, I check my accounts, update and bloghop.
But tonight, I felt nostalgic and searched for blogs/sites related to my highschool. I found a couple of blogs (still not as much as I thought I wound find) usually by bloggers who just graduated from highschool (and thankfully proud of their alma mater).
Anyway one of the blogs I visited was that of a mother of a young student from my former school. I found some links to her other posts which led me to another blog . The site was a group blog of our alumni, graduated the same year of my birth. From that blog I found out, she (the mother) was an alumna as well. Â
Just checking out more links, I passed by an entry about a demise of another alumna which I didn’t mind because I don’t know her (I don’t remember from what blog). That was until I checked my multiply and saw an update ( from other network contacts) with the same topic. Finding a coincidence, I checked the post and confirmed we went to same schools (It turned out we went to the same college as well).
[And I checked my multiply account only because one of the links led me to some blogs -- including that person's blog at multiply]
Creepy.Â
It felt like I’m hunting for something I don’t even know. Â
p.s. More coincidences. The batch she graduated from highschool was the year I was born. Her name is the same with mine, which I don’t usually use. Just a while ago, this name was the one the barista remembered as my nick — and the last time I went to that cafe was more than a month ago. And the piano. Someone’s getting paranoid here.
This is what the pink panther got me into.
Does this mean something?
Alaala ng Baguio
* I just want to share this entry I found while cleaning out (deleting) my other blog accounts. [Repost from i.ph May 2006 - account probably deleted by this time]
Nag-ayos kami ng kabinet noong isang araw it isang album ang biglang nagpabilis ng tibok ng puso ko. Isang album na puno ng aming mga litrato ng pagpunta namin sa Baguio noong bata pa kami.
Naalala ko itong lugar na yon sa Camp John Hay. Iyon na ang pinakamalaking palaruan na nakita ko. Kapag pupunta kami ng Baguio noon yung malaking playground lang ang hinahanap ko. Tumatayo pa rin ang balahibo ko kapag naiisip ko kung gaano ko na enjoy maglaro. Buong araw, kahit sobrang init, wala akong tigil. Sabik kung baga. Pakiramdam ko dito lang ako naging malayang maglaro ng maglaro. Kaunti lang ang naglalaro dito, parang aming-amin lang ang lugar (mahiyain ako noon at di mahilig makipaglaro sa ibang bata, kasama na ang hindi ako marunong makipag-agawan ng puwesto – loser ata ang tawag sa mga ganito). Isa pa, may mga laruan sila na di pa makikita sa Manila noon – wala pa kasing McDonald’s playhouse (ang naalala ko lang yung sa Tropical Hut at Shakey’s… nyak). Tama na ang kuwento. Read more
Vision
I’m sure you experience having a vision during your silent moments. It happens to me a lot of times too, specially I’m typically quiet, and tends to be swallowed in my own world.
While riding the fx on my way home the other day, I had a vision about one of my big ambitions. It’s still rather vague so I guess the universe still has a difficulty helping create an easy path for me. The good thing is it that my vision is not merely thinking of wanting to change the world one person at a time (come to think of it, this has been one of my mantras, my driving force why I’m pursuing my current career). Read more
