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You Are The Greatest Threat (The Doctor Will Serve You Now)Such Gold
Such Gold - You Are Your Greatest Threat (The Doctor Will Serve You Now)
Call it fate or whatever word makes you feel best about yourself.
Last night I found myself seated and waiting for Sidi Toure at the David Rubinstein Atrium for Target Free Thursdays. I had forgotten about this program and even forgotten it was Thursday. Days turn seamless in this City. Prior to that I was wondering along Alice Tully Hall, the Lincoln Center and plaza; people-watching, chilly and just feeling it all. It’s magical what NYC has, not even to offer, but just what it owns. The culture, the people, the happenings that surprise you at nearly every corner and turn-of-the-block, the constant movement, the constant, the movement.
Uptown. Downtown. Midtown. Chinatown. You just have to be there. Over a decade now and I still haven’t been able to properly express to friends and family who still ask me: What is it about New York City?
Eksena sa BUS nnaman (malusog si ate)
galing sa school sumakay kagad ako sa bus pauwi…
mejo mapupuno na ang tao at di maiiwasang may tumabi saken…
may pumasok sa bus.. isang babaeng taga school ko rin recognizable dahil sa suot nyang uniform…
di mapagkakaila na may kalusugan ang dibdib ni ate… at umupo sya sa tabi ko..
Sa may parteng tulay ng Zapote ay ma-alog ang byahe.. nagulat nalang ako ng bilang bumukas ang isang butones ng blouse nya :3
sorry lord nagkasala ako… kulay pink…… ang bra… NAHULI AKO NI ATE!
GIRL: excuse me? what are you looking at?
AKO: (nkatingin pa rin na parang hinahanap si elisa sa boobs nya)
GIRL: hello? bastos ka ha
AKO: (natauhan) ahhhhh ehhh… No.. im just looking at.. something
GIRL: yeah… at my breast you pervert!
AKO: (lumambot ang pagsasalita) ahhh hndi.. “girl” ikaw talaga ateng bakla ako
GIRL: eh bakit antagal ng tingin mo?
AKO: eh kase.. (shet umisip ng dahilan)
AKO: eh kase ang ganda ng bra mo..
GIRL: ah yan lang ba girl? mura lang yan.. katuwa ka
AKO: ahhh salamat
GIRL: sayang ka ha cute ka pa naman… AKIN na number mo ibibigay ko sa kaibigan kong lalaking lalaki din kumilos pero katulad mo ang hanap..
AKO: sige go yan!
#friendzoned #gayzoned pa #nasetup pa hahahaha
The latest installment of the bunny chronicles
Today Colonel Bunny and I had another misadventure of the poopy kind, this one also necessitating a bath. While I was filling the sink with warm water, we had an epic battle of wills that resulted in the Colonel getting a toenail stuck clean through my sweatshirt. Not just poked through, but through and through another fold. His toenail was serrated (probably from chewing on it) so I couldn’t pull the shirt off of his toenail without taking his toe with it.
At least he had the sense to stop panicking and trying to escape my grasp.
I tried cutting his toenail so the shirt would slide off. That failed.
I tried calling my parents, who live downstairs, to come lend the extra set of hands I really needed for this whole operation. Right to voicemail.
I tried to reach more toenail and couldn’t without cutting my sweatshi— OH, I KNOW WHAT TO DO.
I had to cut a hole in my hoodie around the offending toenail, then cut off the remaining toenail and its attached sweatshirt material.
You better believe while I had the Colonel so cooperative that I trimmed the rest.
At this point, we are both covered in fur and poop, so after I checked to make sure the Colonel was still alive (his cooperation without a struggle was most unnerving, if helpful), he took a dunk in the sink and got so fresh and so clean. Also, that’s when he decided to get really mad and try to climb me like a tree. Now we are both soaking wet and wrapped in towels.
While we dried off and got warm, I called his vet. Ready for this?
It turns out that I was doing the right thing to counteract the loose stools by eliminating fruit and pellets from his diet (to be reintroduced slowly) and encouraging more hay consumption. However (and here’s the kicker), he has been eating a new brand of hay that has dried flowers in it and THOSE are sweet enough to cause loose stools. In my ignorance, I thought they were part of the grass stems and not separate entities, especially since the packaging says all it includes is Western Timothy Hay.
I am to mix this new hay with the kind from Oxbow until he gets used to it. Even then, I am to continue mixing it until it is gone, and then to feed him strictly the Oxbow brand. The vet said that they are very careful about what goes into their hay bales and that the price is worth it.
Good news is this is completely fixable and not a sickness or age-related thing.
Bad news is I can expect at least another week of poop adventures.
late summer solstice
i wasn’t expecting much of this day, except a great lunch ahead. instead, i was caught off-guard by the series of unfortunate events that keep on coming.
first was the misarranged transport service from my workplace to manila. call time was 7:00AM yet the transport service was provided an hour later. i ended up eating fast food in the morning as the pick-up point is in the parking lot of this place. thank God gourmet coffee is available.
we were about to meet with one of our trusted suppliers and check out their facilities and documents, formally called audit. the way to their office should be bearable even in the edsa traffic given that the vehicle you’re in is fully air-conditioned. but heck, it temperature feels a bit close to the incubator we have in the lab. imagine a hot, moist and heavy enclosure. i was beginning to think it was summer all over again amidst the stormy weather outside. it’s underestimating to say that it was the longest one and a half ride.
the audit went as smooth as iced mochaccino with all the coarse ice pieces stuck in your throat. i did not expect much really, but still it was frustrating in the sense that i cannot impose the values and change we need even if it for their improvement as well. when a business is running successfully for the last 35 years, injecting new ideas tend to raise eyebrows and pout mouths. “what’s in it for me?” as they always say.
how to persuade is the extra challenge. the closest thing to convincing i enjoyed was jane austen’s persuasion. does any training on being persuasive exist? i could sure use one.
so there i was finding words to explain concisely the recommendations. firm but kind, as my boss would say. sweats keep pricking. it sure is summer eh?
i was not sure how this meeting turned out, but we have to go four hours later. again, we rode the incubator vehicle. this time, amidst the heat i dozed off to sleep. exhaustion dominates me and i give in.
the next thing i know we are to wait for our company’s car at the mall. for how long really? fuming, i started walking inside the mall. looking around, i saw the most wonderful thing. this sums up the out round trip from south to north of manila in one day: a good serving of dairy queen strawberry banana! after that, the wait for the car is so much pleasant, even if it was a good two hours.
it is summer after all! the longest day so far. my summer solstice.
summer solstice is believed to be such a blessing in the ancient times, relating to good harvest, festivities, and good luck. i’d like to believe i’m blessed today. it was a safe trip after all. i also became diplomatic - that is really something.
Goodbye, Honda Odyssey
We were driving on the Mass Pike, planning to visit family in upstate NY, when, around nine o’clock, the car started getting slower and slower, then the gear shift ceased to work and we were just rolling.
It was pretty scary and wouldve been even more so if we hadn’t happened to be a very short distance away from a rest stop. (SO LUCKY!) Dad managed to get the van to roll nearly all the way off the main stretch of highway before we stopped and got the hell out of there.
Most of the night was spent waiting…
Waiting for someone to pick us up…
Still waiting… tired… I had time to write a few haikus and things…
Dear car, we’ve had you
For such a very long time.
Why’d you go like this?!
A car’s like a heart:
It falls apart at the most
My family has had a number of interesting road-trip-related misadventures over the years, and with each comes many stories…
•I can’t stress enough how grateful (and amazed!) I am that we were so close to that rest stop and could get out of the car and be safe.
•Pickles the pug would’ve been an awful addition to our smushed flatbed truck seating arrangement - would’ve barked the whole time or tried to climb into the driver’s lap - so he traveled by himself in our car on the back of the truck. And he found the rest of the pizza.
•I sat on my mom’s lap for over an hour… her legs fell asleep but I got a nice arm-seatbelt.
•Something I can tell people that’ll make me sound cool is, “our van broke down and we had to walk home carrying all of the guitars.” It’s true! Brian, the truck guy dropped us and our car off at Regan’s in Auburndale Center and we walked from there.
My Dragon*Con MISadventure: Lessons learned for next year
So This weekend was Dragon*Con, and finally, after years & years of wanting and trying to go, I finally went!!
Woke up at the ass crack of “Not even dawn, why the hell are you up if you’re not still out drinking?” 2 am on Saturday morning, and left for ATL @ 3am.
6 hour drive later, we discover that while MARTA (the local transit system in ATL) is a wonderous system, they do not have large parking lots at their stations. So onward into downtown to park……
We park, and make it to the D*C parade JUST IN TIME! Watched the most glorious display of geekiness enmasse I have ever experienced.
During the parade, an old friend (Laura) tracks my ass down & finds me in the crowds by sheer will & luck I think. So we had a happy, slightly tearful reunion after 6+ years. Awesomeness.
She shows me to where I need to go to register, and the awesomeness stops. I get in line, and stand outside, in the heat (Thank the gods I opted for my Finding Serenity shirt instead of costume for this day) for two hours. TWO HOT LONG SWEATY HOURS. Luckily, the crowd was HIGHLY entertaining.
Lesson #1: Prepay.
Luckily, once inside, they split the line between cash & credit. I paid cash, so 5 more minutes as opposed to the other people who waited another hour…….
Lesson #2: If you’re dumb enough to not prepay, take cash.
So. I now have heat stroke (or so I thought at the time. Spoilers….) We head to the hotel to check in, I puke my guts out and decide to take a quick nap. I wake up 3 hours later…..
Lesson #3: HYDRATE. or so I thought at the time….. but still applicable.
I wake up, we scramble to get dressed (I wore my last minute costume for this. pics coming soon), and head out for the aquarium event. Absolutely awesome time!!! I got to see a Beluga Whale play with a Furry, and was stalked by the Darko bunny. Literally. Once he realized he creeped me out, he made it his mission to eff with me the rest of the time. Highly entertaining, if creepifying.
Lesson#4: take advantage of the discounted tickets, it was WELL worth it!
So I drop mom off back @ the hotel & head out to meet Laura @ the con.
So much fun & bacchanalian revelry I was overwhelmed. And woozy, but that part comes later. I got my ass grabbed by Jareth from Labyrinth, Captain Jack Harkness untied my corset w/o me noticing *melt*, break dancing Spider-men, Things #1-4, naked Roman Gods, saw Felicia Day dancing, spotted Wil Wheaton gaming and I got to see Abney Park in concert. Lots of oter cool stuff happened, but I’m too drugged up to coherently explain it all right now.
Lesson#5: Stay in a host hotel so you don’t EVER HAVE TO LEAVE!
Now for the “fun” part. Sunday I wake up, we get our free breakfast, and I don’t feel so hot… within 10 minutes of breakfast, I’m in such agonizing pain, Im puking and literally writhing in agony. THat was always a superfluous phrase to me, but now I understand exactly what it means. Thank the GODS my mom was with me. Even at 31 years old, there is no one better to take care of you at those times. She somehow got me to the closest ER, and after I threatened to stab someone with a pen, they bypassed the paperwork, and promptly pumped me full of morphine.
FUCKING KIDNEY STONE.
Lesson#6: Make sure you’re healthy before going to Dragon*Con, or you will miss most of it because you feel like ass.
Well, this destroyed Sunday for me. Not a damn bit of the con that I had already paid for…. But we had dinner at The Tilted Kilt, and I promptly went into a med coma.
Woke up this morning, tentatively ate breakfast, got dressed and said fuck it, put on the main costume I had, because, dammit, I WAS GONNA WEAR IT. Went to the con to hit the vendors, got some shiny gear.
Lesson #7: Don’t shop until Monday, they’re mostly all willing to take 1/2 price :)
Headed to the Walk of Fame, where I got to shake hands with Sean Patrick Flannery, who was a charmer and told me “You look absolutely gorgeous today!” Needless to say, I had nothing coherent to reply with.
Nicholas Brendan was a sweetie, Dean Haglund was funny, Eliza Dushku is even more stunning in person. Mercedes McNab has not aged a bit, and Mark Sheppard…. *sigh* Who would have thought that Badger was dead sexy in person? I swooned a little. Not to mention Tamoh Pinkett. unf.
Lesson #8: Take lots of cash if you want pics with the celebs. Needless to say I don’t have any. :(
Now I am at home, on my couch, planning for next year.
“I am the tragedy and the heroine I am lost and I am rescuing The storm is come and I am following My name is Tristan, and I am alive. Forever young, I come from God knows where ‘Cos now I’m here without a hope or care I am trouble and I am troubled too My name is Tristan, and I am alive. Sorrow by name and sorrow by nature Working for joy on overtime Stuck on a line of misadventure I fear no crime. I am the victim and the murderer You speak of love but I’ve never heard of her I am fucked and I am fucking too My name is Tristan and I am alive.”—“Tristan”