Month: February 2011

inquirer 25th anniversary fun run

Fun runs start at an ungodly hour (4 to 5 am), so I never felt the urge to sign up for one. I enjoy running, but I want my sleep. You had to pay to torture yourself? No thanks.

BUT it’s the Inquirer and there’s a cute singlet and it’s FREE and my office mates are signing up

So I did. I initially wanted to run in the 5K race, but maybe for my first time it’s proper to take things slow.

The 3K race it is, then. Woke up this morning at 4 AM. Gah. I didn’t feel like myself.

Pancakes, sausage, coffee. The (unhealthy) breakfast of champions:

Dark High Street.

First gun start was the 25K relay (what 25K this is insane), followed by the 10K race.

5K race here.

Ah, light!

My 3K-mates. (Photo from Almi.)

Then it’s our turn! I run at least 6K at the Oval every Saturday, but 3K in a race felt like forever. Ugh, pressure. There were children who were able to run/sprint ahead of me!

Ruuuuun like the wiiiiiind. (Photo by Raya Lopez.)

Finished at 23 minutes, 37 seconds. According to this, my chip time rank was 129, and I ran faster than one percent of the runners in my category my overall place was 145, running 7 minutes 52 seconds per kilometer, and crossing the finish line ahead of 57 percent of runners in my category.

I usually clock in 30 minutes for 3K around the oval, so eh, not bad, I think. Maybe I’ll do 5K next time. But then sleep might win.

zsa zsa zaturnnah: vack with a vengeance

Tanghalang Aurelio Tolentino, Cultural Center of the Philippines. Starring Eula Valdez, Pinky Amador, Gabe Mercado, and Tuxqs Rutaquio.

I planned but was never able to catch this musical during its previous runs, so I was certainly happy to hear the news that it was going to be staged till March.

Front-row seats, bitches.

Look how close we were to the stage:

[taken during intermission; no copyright infringement intended]

Some comments:

– The sound system was wonky. It was hard to hear the lyrics of the solos,  and we were already on the front row. The chorus was fine, as well as the music, so I was wondering: was the music too loud, or were the soloists just not singing loudly enough? Sound during the spoken bits were okay too, though. Hm. It’s a shame, really. Perhaps they should just stage the musical in RCBC Plaza. I saw Avenue Q there last year, and I was able to hear every spoken/sung word onstage.

– The church scene is one of my favorite scenes from the comic book. I felt the crowd onstage wasn’t big enough in order to successfuly translate that scene.

– There were punch lines that got drowned by laughter incited by previous punch lines (usually ad-libbed by Gabe).

– The line,” Te, nagdamit ka pa“, didn’t make sense to me because Pinky Amador’s costume wasn’t sexy enough! There should be LESS! WAY LESS! (Lol, I think that’s just my personal taste showing.)

– Wilma Doesnt (who played Dina B.) looked lost, like she didn’t rehearse her movements. I caught her looking at her companions for leads several times.

Ang daming reklamo! :D But whatever, you should see this play. It will brighten your mood. There were moments when I couldn’t stop laughing.

– I enjoyed the performances. Gabe Mercado was high-larious, Pinky Amador and Tuxqs Rutaquio and “Aling Britney” were spot-on, and Eula Valdez – ganda mo teh! Ikaw na.

– I didn’t know Eula Valdez could sing. That was wonderful.

– I thought the Dodong-Ada confrontation scene was going to be cheesy, but it turned out cute.

– I love the audience. Someone said, “Girl, wag nang choosy!” during that scene hahaha!

The actors sat at a table to sign autographs after, but there was a crowd, so I just took pictures (with my cell phone).

“Flagganahng lumilipad na parang Frisbee!“

weigh-in blech

I am sad, kind reader. The weighing scale, it doesn’t move, it refuses to budge. It has stayed at 149.6 pounds since Feb. 2. Ack! But I know why, kind reader. Because I haven’t been exercising as much (last week I ran on Monday, no exercise Tuesday, I ran on Wednesday, no exercise Thursday, badminton Friday, no exercise Sat-Sun) AND I still eat a lot. I’ve consumed less fruits and veggies than previous weeks. Too much fries, too much carbs!

I resolve to:

  • eat less (or at least try, damn it)
  • eat healthy (bring back fruits and veggies!)
  • aim for a three-hour badminton session on Friday
  • run faster on Saturday, and run longer
  • try to run five times per week

But damn, kind reader, lists are easy but this weight loss thing is so damn haaaard.

free press + further story pimpage

I love that Philippines Free Press has already updated its website. New stories/poems every week!

Some recommendations:

“The Battle of Ayala” by Glenn Diaz

“Two Poems” by Allan Justo Pastrana

the divining that doesn’t reach the ear, as all hear,
from the gut, pure animal pain instead when the car

they’re in passes by—so what of the poor pig lying
near the gutter, writhing for being alive still, the throat

slit, from where too much blood gushed,
from what seems to be the only opening, like a window

alone that you lean to, pocket of air, the middle
you once dreamed about, that is as hollow as what a body

can be made of. That no one recalls the last word. That no-
body makes a sound—

* * *

Another thing I love: that friends and fellow writers are telling me that they enjoyed “Summer Evening“, with Tin Lao saying it’s “sick, a la Inglorious Basterds/Pulp Fiction”.

Go read! /whore

one for vanilla

My story, “Summer Evening“, is in the Winter Issue of Vanilla. Click and read!

On the fiery front porch, her back to the screen door, Amarilis stretched her bare legs and stared at the parked car. It was parked right across their house, almost in front of their gate. Amarilis was holding a yellow bell she had plucked from the garden in one hand. She played with the flower, twiddled the stem with her fingers. A few minutes later two men approached the car. She didn’t see where they came from. One had stubble on his face. This one took his time opening the door of the car. He was looking over his shoulder. Amarilis knew he was looking at her, at her bare legs. She was wearing a short denim skirt. Amarilis placed the yellow bell lightly against her knee, twiddled the stem with her fingers. She didn’t like the look he was giving her. Read more.

the week

Monday to Wednesday, work, had yummy vegetarian siopao for the first time, planned to buy more siopao and weigh myself in the company clinic on Thursday.

Thursday, wasn’t able to go to work, so no siopao, and I still don’t know my weight! But it was the 16th month with Jaykie, the bright spot in my week after Valentine’s Day, so later that night we went out and had dinner at Friday’s in Morato. Photo!


I had fish (Tortilla Fish meal, with fries instead of savory rice)! Because I still couldn’t trust my wonky, gas-filled stomach.

(Addendum to Thursday: Jaykie’s mother brought us sandwiches and red iced tea from the local deli, which was awfully sweet of her. Later in the day, I was also able to buy tickets to the Zsa Zsa Zaturnnah musical! Can’t wait!)

Friday is badminton day! I insisted on two hours of badminton, but after an hour and a half I was ready to quit. But badminton’s fun! Jaykie said I’m improving. (My new score record: 16-21. Jaykie always wins of course.) Lunch at that Persian place in UP Diliman, where I had their yogurt shake.

Saturday I needed to get up early, not to jog, as per usual, but to attend a meeting. Sigh. But, you know, free lunch. I tried having half-rice for lunch, but I felt really full after. Shouldn’t have done that. Dinner at Brothers Burger with Jaykie, then white wine, for no reason at all.

I wonder what my weight is now.

food and fiction

Vegetarian siopao! Two office mates brought these to the office. I bought two for P50. They are awesome.

Speaking of awesome, check out these two short stories I recently discovered online:

Things You Don’t Know by Ian Rosales Casocot

The Depressed Person by David Foster Wallace