Oversharing

This blog is dead. Do not blame it on my neighbor securing his interwebs. Somehow there is no longer that much of a need for sharing, no matter how little I like to share. We have become crazy with all the sharing. I am thinking a sentence, maybe a photo, would be better if churned out regularly. Like a Tweet or a Facebook status update, only more mysterious (I hope). Maybe I would even throw in some action words and adjectives to make it more fun.

Okay. Do not want to keep you too long. I myself have a lot of FB status to make fun of.

A Taste Of Life

Apparently, the week that just ended was not that interesting. No real blog entries. Times like this I wish I have a cellphone-digicam. Nothing beats a picture blog. Haha.

We finally got a taste of Pepper Lunch. I liked it. Did not love it. Maybe the other dishes would hit me with more impact.

Speaking of food, my Canadian brother has put up his own blog, Taste Asia. Now, this guy can cook. Hop on over there if you are into good food.

Throwback Friday

" Hold on now, baby.
This could be the last time we stand.
This could be the last time that we say good-bye.
The picture shatters.
I cant find the words to save it.
Tell me what to do, how can I make it right?
We will always be fire and ice. "
- Poison, "Until You Suffer Some"

Woke up real early. I glanced at the luminous hands of my watch, it was barely past 3am. I stared at the ceiling, I sensed Little Popot's green stars staring back at me. Then, without warning, words filled up my head. Words to Poison's Until You Suffer Some. I tried recalling the whole thing, it did not work. I found out that I have forgotten "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" too. That made me a little sad.

After repeating the chorus of Fire and Ice a few times, I went down and had a cup of coffee. My first cup in more than 16 years. Just like before, it had no effect on me. I still wanted to go back to sleep.

I was still nodding to Poison when I came out of the shower. While dressing for work , I tried, really hard, to remember where my Doc Martens are. When I looked down I saw a classic 8-eyelet boot on my foot instead of the loafer I really had on. A smile might have started to break just then. But, I was too busy gathering stuff for work to notice.

I Dream

I feel tired, yet it has been a slow week so far. The morning ritual is killing me. I need a holiday. Not a made up a holiday, a real one. One that involves plane rides, hotel room services, and currency exchanges. But, I would settle for a whole day of sleep on my trusted bed, with an untimed aircon.

My Kazakh Wife

So, I have a Kazakh wife again. Which, some may say, is not unlike having any other "kind" of wife. Yet, something feels very different with having a wife based in the city rich with apples.

Little Popot never got sick when I had a Vietnamese wife, or when I had an Iranian wife, not even when I had a Hungarian wife. I was thinking it just might be me, then Little P got sick again. The whole of last night was hard for me, and harder for the small one. Missed work today because of that. She is fine now. But I cannot help but think of a connection.

Yup, I know, I am totally nuts.

Unhooked

We are here in the province now. Going to be spending Christmas over here. I know, I forgot to upload Little Popot's teaser videos. I have the video camera with me here, but the firewire cable did not make the trip. So, that means no vids just yet. That will have to wait until we are back in the concrete jungle. In the meantime, I will be gobbling Marquez Palabok by the "bilao" and then will be drowning in Minute Maid Pulpy Orange. No beer! My drinking mates are all down. LOL!

Tiny Droplets Of Smiles

We had a food feeding for street children at work today. I did not expect that many kids to show up. I have seen four or five of these these kids every morning, I did not realize there are more of them there.

Several times I have been in real slum areas for some form of service, whether gift giving, talks about community business and cooperatives, feeding program, and even day care stuff. I have never really understood how parents (if you can call them that) bring children into this world and then turn their backs on them. You cannot put the blame on just one thing or one person. There are so many reasons that contribute to the state that they are in. But ultimately, it all falls on the parents. And it is so sad that most of them would not own up to the responsibility.

Chicken adobo!

Quail eggs.

Yummy! But, no rice??

Here you go, sir, steaming.

Students with some of the kids.

LOL! Mr. Baya having trouble with the kids.

Students doing the feeding.

Adobo FTW!

Lining up for some gifts.

I know one meal would not change the lives of these children. It is not even enough to ease their hunger for the day. Out there are people who have the means to do more. Hopefully, they also have the heart.

Off Yahoo 360

I have moved. Finally. I waited, patiently I must say, for the Yahoo 360 people to get their act together. But they just could not get it done. So, here I am, starting fresh. Prior to the move, I have saved all my old 360 blog posts in anticipation of it shutting down. It has not shut down, yet. With bloggers jumping ship by the minute, I am sure they will soon. What used to be the king of the non-business side of the blogsphere has fallen. I do not think it will ever get up.

With 360 I stayed off social commentaries and centered around my life as a dad to Little Popot, a husband to Big Popot, a toy collector, a beer drinker (an alcoholic?), and a voracious eater. Here, am thinking of going all out and posting anything that my mind hitches on to. So, be ready. This is going to be a really bumpy ride.