Wednesday, March 30, 2005
Off to the west
Bought my Jet Blue tickets online to go to my sister's in California. Thrilled to be heading off there soon. It's so relaxing to not think about work or meals or the day's agenda. I am also very excited to play with my nephew and my niece. April's bound to be crazy at work, so my vacation in may will be a welcome break. Can't wait.
The culprit : a bikini string
Simon the cat swallowed a bikini string that was over a foot long. He got obstructed and had to get surgery. He's fine now, thank god. 
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
hospitalized baby
He went home today after two days at the hospital. We missed him terribly but we're glad he's doing fine. 
Monday, March 28, 2005
Disgust
Why is it that I have the strongest stomach for the worst pee, poop and vomit yet I am grossed out by the most unusual thing? I hate the wet food pqrticles that accumulate in the sink drain after you wash dishes. It's wet, yucky and disgusting, and I dread having to empty the drain for this fact. Of course, as I was tapping the food catcher on the garbage can, being very careful not to get splattered with wet food particles, it fell to the bottom of the garbage can. I had to pick it up! I got my arm covered with the one gross thing I cannot stand! uggghh!
Tough One
it's been a tough weekend for us. Our boy cat Simon fell ill and was vomiting nonstop all weekend. He was in so much pain he couldn't lie down. I brought him to the clinic on saturday to snap some films. The xrays were suspicious of a foreign body but I decided to see if it would pass rather than cut him open prematurely. We mothers were nervous wrecks the entire weekend just watching him deteriorate. Finally I brought him in today for surgery and guess what we found? An over-one-foot-long bikini string! oh my freakin' god. the boy is still in the hospital (see buzznet photos below) but will be home tomorrow. Feel better simon mimon. We love you!
Saturday, March 26, 2005
My boy was sick today :o(
Thursday, March 24, 2005
Saying Hello to our own DSL
We were "borrowing" wireless DSL from the air for a while now, until our sources got smart and now we're stuck with dial-up again. Petrol, who caught me online the other week, asked me if I was on DSL or cable and I told him the story and mentioned that I was currently using dialup. This is the response I got:
What?!?! Are you a time traveller from, like, 1993?
Poor us. Fortunately, I am getting a new desktop computer and I just signed up for Verizon DSL tonight. Will wonders never cease? Hi-speed, baby! Well, not quite, really. Better than nothing.
At Vero's Pizza
They were doing work on our bathroom at the clinic and so I went to the pizzeria across the street to pee. When I came back, my co-worker asked me, "So, did they suck you into the toilet and teach you the Ecuadorean ways like how to kick a soccer ball at a perfect ninety degree angle?" Huh???!!!!
Tuesday, March 22, 2005
A Pinoy Graphic Novel
I am reading this graphic novel called "Ang Kagila-gilalas Na Pakikipagsapalaran ni Zsazsa Zaturnnah (The Great Adventures of Zsazsa Zaturnnah)" and it is excellent. It was a present from a very dear friend in Manila and it is about this gay hairstylist and his adventures as a superhero. A must- read! It is so funny, well-crafted and well-written and it has such original Filipino flavor.
Propriety
It's that scary feeling that i'm not home. That feeling of not belonging to one place, or realizing that everything you have is not yours. Don't put your feet up on someone's table. Don't eat someone else's food. clean up your mess because it's not your house. It's There's a part of me that just wants a 4x4 foot cube to call my own. Where no one can dictate the arrangement of anything, or decide what stays and what goes. I had that when I was ten, building a "house" out of a cardboard box. I cut out windows and made curtains and mats out of banana leaves. I hid there one rainy afternoon and learned how good it felt to call something mine.
not
yours.
Monday, March 21, 2005
Broken Promises and Broken Hearts
Falling apart. The deal with Mister Bigtum doesn't look like it's pushing through, lately his attitude just annoys the hell out of me. He acts as if he's doing us a favor by providing the basic stuff that his broker offered as included in the unit. F**k that. For that much money don't you go cheapin' out on us. We're far, far, FAR from desperate. in other developments work was dead today, although we did cut some Rottweiler nails to the base. Joanna, a crazy pitty that used to come in for baths weekly but fell ill a month ago, passed away from anemia and kidney failure secondary to a massive kidney tumor and a blood transfusion reaction. It was a sad day. She was very sweet during her last days, but at least she got some love before she passed. Be well, Joanna. We're going to miss you. :o(
Silence is a virtue
Running out of things to say. Why is that such a problem? Why can't people be quiet if they want to be? The reason is that silence makes people very, very uncomfortable. It leaves space for doubt, and the ever-pressing possibility of third-part thought. What is she thinking? Is she bored, is she looking at my shoes, does she know that i'm making up these stories to impress everyone in the crowd? No. I just want to be quiet. thank you. Especially in the United States, where social graces = conversational skills, a quiet person in the crowd is worse than a poorly-dressed guest at a cocktail party. People just cannot deal. I have found that Asians deal so much better, as silence is valued and reserved personalities are more highly regarded than obnoxious extroverted ones. Deal or don't, I don't really care. I just want to sit here and watch everyone exhaust themselves trying to keep every conversation going. I've always loved this line from Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction: "Don't you hate those long awkward silences? That's when you know you've found someone special...when you can both just shut the f*ck up."
Sunday, March 20, 2005
Angry Like That
Hormonally-induced or otherwise, I am in the mood for hating. "When you hate, you are bound to get irate," is so, so true. Thank you, Black Eyed Peas.
Hopefully it's the swings and not a new developing trend. These are the days that instead of continuously building, we look for faults and dwell on them. There will always be faults. I am hoping the structure is sound enough and we've built it strong enough to withstand our many difficult times to come. Or my swings.
There are too many things to worry about and not enough time. Yesterday we visited a good friend who was at a hospital for cancer treatments. Death and sickness in your surroundings always becomes a lesson. I learned my lesson long before, I shouldn't forget it now:
Cut the bullshit. Life is short and there is no time for all this drama. Live well, love well. Live like there's no tomorrow and love with all of your heart.
Amen. Have a good week, everyone!
UPLB Music and then some
She passed out at 6pm after a day at Home Depot and homemade burgers and fries. I am listening to some music imported from Manila. I heard the alternative band scene is so alive there now. I know Petrol would probably want to listen to the band "Sugarfree," since they are UPLB-based and they actually have a song in their album called "Los Banos." I am also trying to burn a CD with old favorites like Better Than Ezra's Under You, Jeff Buckley's Everybody Here Wants You, and Ben Fold Five's Brick. The problem with the car is that we can't plug the IPod into the stereo, the FM Tuners suck, and so we have to burn CDs to play in the car. Bummer.
Saturday, March 19, 2005
Boxing and Food
It's saturday night and I am falling asleep waiting for Manny Pacquiao's boxing match on pay-per-view. We watched his last fight only to hear the Filipino crowd curse and jeer in Tagalog, screaming "Kill him now!" and other less tasteful remarks on national TV. That was very entertaining. We left a neighbor's birthday party early after filling ourselves with enough kalbi and panchan to last us for a while. I love food. I was just telling her how it's almost impossible to love life and not like eating. Mmmmm...food is enough reason to live.
Test Post from Treo MMS
I am trying to figure out how to post blog entriees through my phone. So far only MMS has worked, which is not too great as my carrier is probably going to charge me picture message charges instead of jus sms charges for each post I make. Tough, I guess. Typing on the treo is not so bad except it makes my fingers hurt.
Spoke with the wife tonight, she's at maria's waiting for her home service massage. Such is the life of a dollar-earner in manila. My dream is to come back home and "splurge" with $20. no, actually it's to spend a day at Banhule isleand off Coron, Palawan with my seafood barbecue and some snorkelling gear. I would clean the fish with my leatherman, collect the innards and go to the reef and watch the aquatic life devour my offering to the sea.
Dreaming is good. One day I hope to travel to Barrio Tumbar to visit my elderly nanny and buy the lot her tiny hut rests on.
meanwhile it's time for bed. I miss you sweetheart. Please come home soon.
Friday, March 18, 2005
Shut up.
Running out of things to say. Why is that such a problem? Why can't people be quiet if they want to be? The reason is that silence makes people very, very uncomfortable. It leaves space for doubt, and the ever-pressing possibility of third-part thought. What is she thinking? Is she bored, is she looking at my shoes, does she know that i'm making up these stories to impress everyone in the crowd? No. I just want to be quiet. thank you.
Especially in the United States, where social graces = conversational skills, a quiet person in the crowd is worse than a poorly-dressed guest at a cocktail party. People just cannot deal. I have found that Asians deal so much better, as silence is valued and reserved personalities are more highly regarded than obnoxious extroverted ones.
Deal or don't, I don't really care. I just want to sit here and watch everyone exhaust themselves trying to keep every conversation going. I've always loved this line from Uma Thurman in Pulp Fiction:
"Don't you hate those long awkward silences? That's when you know you've found someone special...when you can both just shut the f*ck up."
(failed post via MMS 8:30pm 3/17)
Thursday, March 17, 2005
The Blogger Matrix
No. I have not forgotten my blog already! In fact I post an entry each day, usually by MMS, but since blogger still has posting issues they come in randomly in as short as 10 minutes to as long as 2 weeks. so in case you're wondering where I am, I am lost in The Blogger Matrix. Where can I find the keymaker?
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4/4 again. Sigh.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005
Marsellus Wallace
In manila she met a cat named Marsellus Wallace. He was an overweight siamese cat who would sit on his ass because he was too fat to sit any other way. Apparently Marsellus is one of those rare good-natured cats who like car rides and going around town inside a shoulder bag. "Royale with cheese," said John Travolta's character.
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Home Sweetheart Home
Sweetheart arrived home safely despite my freaky paranoia. We spent the afternoon together and I made dinner. It's probably the first dinner i've had since she left. That ends the steady weight loss. It's good to be back to normal once more. The family is complete and the noise is back. Good things come to those who wait.
Turrones De Casoy
Of course, my MMS post last night didn't get posted, but my other posts from last week (two below, entitled "Untitled") finally did. There must be some way that Blogger could distinguish posts of legitimate users from spammers, and post the ones from legit users accordingly, if they say that the delays are because of unscrupulous email-to-post abuse. Plus, 2 days ago my phone posts were coming in 5 minutes after sending. Uhmmm...maybe blog spammers break on weekends? Beats me. But I guess the late posts mean that they do get posted eventually and do not get lost in space. So if I send something now, I can be sure it will be posted by, uhm, halloween?
I'm hooked on Turrones de Casoy. I made breakfast this morning. Blueberrry pancakes, vermont maple syrup, bacon and scrambled eggs. Plus calamansi (Philippine Lime) juice. It was pretty darn good.
Jetlag has gotten the best of my sweetheart. She can't get out of bed! :o)
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This is a test send from treo sms. I want to know if blogger will post the message in full if it does not exceed 160 char lmt.
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1/4 Palmjourn entry from 2/27/05 via sms : Vanilla sky - the possibility of true love. Serendipity, patience and retribution.
Monday, March 14, 2005
Want to laugh?
The following is an actual conversation between myself and a client today about her dog, who had orthopedic problems. Last year, the owner was advised to keep her dog at a certain weight category to prevent walking issues. They came in today with the dog weighing 25% more than its weight last year.
Me: I see Fluffy* has gained 10 pounds since September. Have you been giving her more food?
Mrs. Smith**: No, actually I haven't...oh...you know, I think I know what it is. I think it's the cat food.
Me: Oh really? You know what I do? I keep a barrier around my cat's food so my dog won't get to it.
Mrs. Smith: Oh I keep it away from the dog. I actually feed my cats from an elevated surface so Fluffy won't get to eat their food.
Me: So...did she break open a bag of cat food? Or was she able to reach the elevated surface? How does she get the cat food?
Mrs. Smith: I give it to her. She likes it, so I give it to her.
No joke. This really happened!
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* patient's name has been changed to protect her privacy.
** client's name has been changed to protect her stupidity.
Not Here
"Not here." Those two words remind me of a poem Libay wrote and read at a poetry reading years ago. Anyway, it's monday morning at work and I feel as though I am not here. My mind is off, it's back home giving you that big hug. I can't wait to see you. It's been true since an old lover said it: "Anticipation is sometimes the greater part of pleasure." Thru MMS 10:20 AM
Firefox Users, Help!
All of a sudden, after my last blog update last night, the background image on my blog got cut at the level of my profile. It doesn't bother me as much because it looks fine on IE (which most of my viewers use) but I use Firefox exclusively and would like to be able to read my own blog!
If you know how to solve this problem, please give me a holler.
Daily Horoscope: Monday March 14, 2005
"Gemini (by Astrology.com)
What you're craving, most of all, is privacy. But no one says you have to have it alone. How about a nice, quiet evening -- after what looks like a hectic day -- with the one person you're comfortable being silent with?"
That's exactly what I'm going to do.
Sunday, March 13, 2005
Watching Planes Land
She brought the IPod with her so I am stuck with ITunes, which I hate.
Now Playing: Brick (Ben Folds Five)
You know you are special when you get snail mail. My favorite cousin Al sent us a belated V-day card just to catch up. Somehow our encounters are always near-misses. The last time I saw him was when he visited NY and stayed with us. Except that we had already planned a trip to Florida and so we only had a couple of hours of conversation over Sushi at Geido. He did stay at our apartment and fed the cat. One day we will have a longer talk and a tighter hug.
Now Playing: Brick (Binocular)
On the roof you can see the planes lining up to land at JFK. They pass our roof and head out, slow down, and disappear downwards. Tomorrow one of those planes will be yours, but I won't be watching it land. I will be here warming up my arms to greet you with a big hug. :)
Now Playing: Love Song for a Saviour (Jars of Clay)
I'm in the mood for Dumpuk. Joy Indian Restaurant has the best Indian food we've ever had, and our favorite dish is Dumpuk, which is a beef stew casserole topped with unleavened bread. But no dinner for me, I just saw the awning of Joy from the roof earlier when I was catching some sun.
Now Closing ITunes: I Smell Sex and Candy (Marcy Playground)
Thirty minutes into my nap I was awakened by an SMS message. She's on her way to the airport. My parents have sent goodies through her such as the most coveted tinapate (pate made with tinapa, a smoked fish - absolute heaven), salsa amaya (tuyo, or dried herring in olive oil and spices - excellent with pasta), turrones de casoy (cashew nougat wrapped in rice paper) and the usual variety of dried fish and squid.
Mr. Invisible Roommate does not like the smell of our breakfast. He complains whenever we make our lavish meals of rice, over-easy eggs and fried dried fish. "That smells intense," he says, and it translates as "Git yer stinky foreign-looking food out of my cold-cuts-and-rye-bread face!"
She was hanging out with my sister during her last week and they had a lot of fun. The last time I saw my sister we were in California just talking endlessly until the wee hours of the morning. I miss long talks with people who know me.
I'm coming out of that angry cloud that seemed to hover above me since I got up. I had a strange dream that I was very angry at her and very resentful of a lot of things. It's a sign.
At the park I was asked what I had in store for her when she got back. Welcome flowers? Cookies? I lied and told them I was probably making dinner. Well, maybe I am making dinner (kare-kare? miswa?) but what I really made was a music video using Photo Jam. It's an excellent tool to use for presentations.
Anyway, the song I used was "Everybody Here Wants You" by Jeff Buckley. I hope she likes it.
I...am...sleepy...
Woke up to Greta whimpering in my face. It was 8 o'clock and sunny, so I decided to bring her to the park for some running and fetching action. Bumped into the min schnauzer Lexus and her family, some running, fetching, and then 20 minutes into the park visit Greta had managed to chew a hole into her ball. Game over. Please insert coins to continue...
Back home I decided to make breakfast. Toasted peanut butter on whole wheat, grilled cheese on whole wheat, and scrambled eggs. Then it was cleaning time. The broom and I are best friends today and, after 6 hours of cleaning the house, I am pooped.
The kids are taking a nap. Mr. Invisible Roommate has locked himself in the living room so I can't put away our skiing clothes. Lavender oil is burning in the room and my head hurts from the smell of bathroom cleaner.
I haven't heard from her but she's supposed to be in a plane in 3 hours or so. 18 hours on a plane from Asia to JFK is no freakin' joke. The last time I was on a plane was a 6 hour flight from SFO and after exhausting myself on Mario 3 and Tekken on my GBA, I still wasn't halfway home.
Coffee...tea....coffee...tea...coffee...tea?
We are now preparing for landing. Please return your seats to an upright position.
Revival
All this time I've spent reviving my blog reminds me of how happy I get just being alone with my thoughts. This is why I get very sad when I lose that time and don't get the chance to sit down and document my day's reflections. It's not just for posterity, you know. It's the thought that somewhere in the gargantuan sky of the internet I may actually make an impact on someone without the intention to, when I am simply thinking through my fingers. I miss just having the time to write. That is the saddest part, but I am trying to change that. Even if that means typing this on a tiny keypad on my phone in the dark on an empty bed with cold sheets.
Saturday, March 12, 2005
A Day In My Life
Found this image in a magazine, and it looks exactly like myself, my assistant Tiffany, and Dr. P on a regular day. From the scrubs, to the white coat, to the angry dog...it was so typical of our days together so I cut it out and posted it on the bulletin board at work. Isn't this cool?
Speedy
Okay. So I take it back. The post below "Mastiff" was sent from my phone 10 minutes before it got posted. Impressive! Keep it up, Blogger! :o)
Mastiff
Today was one of the slowest saturdays i've worked. I usually don't work weekends anymore, I was just doing a favor for this guy who covers my shifts when I take off. And I'm taking off on tuesday to hang out with my girl who spent three weeks in the islands. Anyway, some people brought in a Neopolitan Mastiff in with horrible skin. They were slapping the dog in the face in the waiting room, so it was no wonder that the dog showed signs of aggression as well as obvious neglect. When asked why they decided on a breed that gets to 150 lbs, they said "because they're cute."
no more whining, she's coming back.
:)
People should have licenses to own dogs. Instead dogs have to have licenses to be owned by people.
Blog Equals Food
A frequent visitor to my old blog once asked, "How come you're always eating?", in response to my detailed stories of my meals. Because, because, eating is living. What is a more interesting experience than a great meal? You learn so much from a new dish.
Today at work we got free lunch as we do on Saturdays, to make us feel better about working weekends. I haven't worked Saturdays in a while, so I got to choose our lunch and I chose La Villa, this fancy Italian resto on 5th avenue. I got my favorite grilled chicken with pesto sauce sandwich (not because I was too scared to try something new, but because I already had a hefty serving of meatballs parmigiana yesterday from Vero's across the street and was OD-ing on tomato sauce and mozzarella) and enjoyed my free meal very much, thank you.
The dinner at Han Bat was okay. I couldn't decide on a dish so I settled for an old favorite, the Jap Che, which is vermicelli and some meat and vegetables. The conversation was good, though. I got to rant about some repressed stuff from a month ago. That's therapy. Plus hanging out with good friends is always welcome. Plus I got to wear my black boots that my sweetheart absolutely loathes ("why don't you wear your Pradas instead?"). Because. I. don't. want. to.
In recent developments, the post below "Untitled" was sent from my phone three days ago! I know that Blogger takes at least 5 hours to post a message from email or from my phone, but uhhmmm...never mind. My MMS posts have been successful lately so who am I to complain?
Tomorrow's plans are clear: clean the shit out of the whole house in preparation for the cleaning mafia's arrival. I don't really have to clean, except that she will surely spend the whole entire day (that I took off to hang out with her) cleaning if I don't. OMG! Did I water the plants? (Enter Star Wars Darth Vader music).
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Test send from treo 600.
Metropalm and Han Bat
Just got off work, and I am off to 35th street for some Korean Food at Han Bat. I'm getting on the 2 and getting off on 34 st Penn Station. I am all set with my Metropalm, an app I downloaded for my PDA phone which has subway routes for 300 cities in the world, including Manila. Now, that rocks.
See ya later.
That's entertainment
No matter how you put it, even if they may be deemed as emotional tools for the lonely, socially-inept and/or self-absorbed, blogs are truly good company. :)
Drag
Early morning snow and my walk to work (in lieu of the absence of the B63 - dang!) made me realize how much I drag my feet when I walk. I drag my heels around 10 inches before I make a full footprint.
my ankle still hurts and I don't think that walk helped any. Hopefully it will be a smooth day (what's for lunch?) today. Haven't worked saturdays in a while. The streets are very quiet in the morning.
Aha! It Worked!
My MMS post last night worked! I have reason to believe that blogger can only accommodate short messages from phones for some reason. I will try that again today. It's been quite erratic with the whole phone-to-blog thing.
In other developments, my ankle still hurts. Hopefully work won't make it worse. I am having dinner with friends in midtown (Korean food...sarap!) and then going home for a cleaning spree in time for her arrival Monday.
I SMSd my sweetheart last night and she was having lunch with my best friend Rolly, who is entering the convent to become a nun this year. People don't really know a lot of nuns and priests. I'm happy I have a direct line up there. Except she can't take phone calls or text messages for the next 10 years! I can write her though, but mother superior has to screen all letters for obscene content.
Laters...
Not giving up
Because my purpose for rebuilding this blog is to send entries through my phone, I am not giving up just yet. Please be sent. I think it has to do with message length? let's see.
Friday, March 11, 2005
The Agony of The Feet
I think I sprained my ankle today. Except I don't know how it happened. All I remember is getting to work and my foot was painful. At the end of the day I also banged my knee into a cabinet door. I don't think that helped much.
Sweetheart is coming home on Monday. I know I'm going to miss my silence. Of course I'm glad to have her back in my arms after three weeks of isolation, but I really cannot deny that the best conversations I've ever had were with myself. And all my other ignored, forgotten, aging blogs and journals in the universe. Welcome back, blog fans. I hope I can keep this up. Dang stupid T-Mobile, Treo, and Blogger email-to-post!
Why. don't. you. just. let. me. &*%$#@@!! post entries through my phone!!???
Failed MMS Post 3/11
Spoke with the wife tonight, she's at maria's waiting for her home service massage. Such is the life of a dollar-earner in manila. My dream is to come back home and "splurge" with $20. no, actually it's to spend a day at Banhule island off Coron, Palawan with my seafood barbecue and some snorkelling gear. I would clean the fish with my leatherman, collect the innards and go to the reef and watch the aquatic life devour my offering to the sea.
Dreaming is good. One day I hope to travel to Barrio Tumbar to visit my elderly nanny and buy the lot her tiny hut rests on.
meanwhile it's time for bed. I miss you sweetheart. Please come home soon.
Failed MMS Post 3/10
Action is the enemy of thought.
Is that why they always tell you to keep yourself busy when you're in emotional turmoil? a hectic day or a back-breaking job will surely exhaust your body to the point of non-cognition. But I say WALLOW. Milk your sorrow for all its worth, cry and bleed for your pain. Afterwards you'll realize that misery is a very cleansing experience. Provided you come out of it. :o)
Debugger
Because I am frustrated that I cannot send MMS or SMS posts to Blogger without most of them getting lost in transit or grossly distorted, I decided to spend the entire evening editing my template code. I've added more links, and a footer, plus my lovely space-filling Buzznet Syndication. Lovely, lovely, lovely. I caught Remseraph on YM tonight and he gave me some helpful tips. One geek to another. Been so long, man. Where ya been?
Moblogging Bugs
I realize now at 6:58 AM that Blogger is having major problems posting entries from email of via SMS/MMS to the email-to-post address. The way it's been the past couple of days that I've been attempting to update my blog through my phone, it either cuts up the message into 10 words each post, or does not receive it at all. I sent a blog post through my Treo last night @ 7:30 and again at 11:00, both of which have not been posted. Let's see what this evening holds. Meanwhile, is this an exercise in futilty?
Well I know shovelling is. It's snowing again. No worries, I like snow. I like it because it changes the outdoors completely.
In other developments, building a new blog has done me good. It's an outburst of creativity, plus I was able to check up on old friends' blogs, such as Petrol's . It's funny how most geeks think alike. I'm on Firefox too. And on Thunderbird. And boy, do I like my Gmail.
Geeks of the world, unite!
Thursday, March 10, 2005
Coding Review
Because I decided to explore the world of Blogger CSS Templates and hacks, I got a basic review of my coding skills that I had long abandoned when I stopped updating my original blog . I think I like Blogger because it has easy-to-update blogs with the possibility of messing with template by means of coding. And so now I am using a basic Blogger template but I added the sidebar links and even imported an image from an old blog, plus a poem.
Hopefully, if I don't get too tired, busy, or preoccupied to update this regularly, I can even have a poem of the month/week. Wishful thinking. Let's see how long it takes for me to outgrow (yet another ) blog.
You don't have to ask. Yes, I am a serial monogamist. :o)
Sally's Big Day
Sally is a kitten that we've had at the clinic for about 5 months now. She's battled colds and ringworm, and a strange chronic bout of diarrhea that has prevented us from adopting her out. We ran several tests, including Fecal Panels and Serum Trypsin-Like Immunoreactivity (TLI), but found nothing. Serum TLI was elevated but that was only due to chronic small intestine disease. So no pancreatitis, and the use of pancreatic enzymes was unwarranted. We treated her for her massive coccidia infection, which resolved the diarrhea, but we are now weaning her off the pancreazyme to see if the diarrhea will resume.
I spayed her today, as she is turning six months old. It was her big day. My wish for her is to recover uneventfully, have solid bowel movements, and to find a good home. Best of wishes, Psycho Sally. Be well.
Vanilla Sky
PalmJourn Entry 2/26/05
Vanilla sky - the possibility of true love. Serendipity, patience and retribution. I love you and tonight I feel loneliness for the first time since you've been gone. And its only been three days. Its a long way to go. Maybe the distance will teach us a thing or two. Like, for instance, how you can never leave me like this again. Sigh.
A Letter To My Nephew
Dear Paolo,
How are you? I hope you are studying hard and doing well in school. I'm very glad to answer your questions about your mom.
1. Did you get along with my mom?
Your mom and I had a 5 year gap between us, but she was a very good "ate" to your Ninong Cz and myself. She would always play with us, and even dress up in costumes and pretend that she was a cartoon character. During summer vacations, she would tutor us in math, science and writing. She taught us about the planets and the difference between "revolution" and "rotation" of the earth around the sun. She also taught us how to write stories and essays, and I think that's why I became good at writing.
2. Did she ever get in trouble at school?
As far as I know your mom never got in trouble at school. She was very smart and always got straight A's. She was very good in science and math, and I was very proud of her. She also wrote for the school newspaper and was part of her school's dance club. She was very populat in school and all the boys had a crush on her.
3. What chores did she do? Did she get paid?
She would wash dishes and cook for us. Back then, children were just expected to do their chores to help around the house and did not get paid for their chores. However, in the summer when she would tutor us, my father (your Lolo) would pay her to give us lessons. We also all had to have summer jobs at your Lolo's company so that we would learn the value of hard work and money.
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4. What were her hobbies/interests?
Your Mama liked to cook, bake, make jewelry, dance, and cross-stitch. She was very good at everything she enjoyed doing.
5. What was she talented at?
Your Mama loved to dance. She would choreograph her own dances to popular songs and perform for your Lolo's company parties. She was a very smart and talented young girl when she was your age. I'm glad that you got her genes.
Let me know how else I can help with this project. I miss you Paolo. See you soon!
Ninang Kia
A Letter from my Nephew
Dear Ninang Kia, Hello! How are you? How’s New York? Is it cold over there? I can’t wait till you come over here. We are working on an “I-Search” project, which is about my mom when she was thirteen years old. Can you answer some questions on what it was like back then? The questions are: Feel free to include anything else about my mom when she was thirteen. Please send back your reply by the 1st of April. Love, Paolo
Test post from treo MMS
I am trying to figure out how to post blog entries through my phone. So far blogger only gets fragments of sms messages. Hopefully this works, which would not be too great as my carrier is probably going to charge me picture message charges instead of just sms charges for each post I make. Tough, I guess. Typing on the treo is not so bad except it makes my fingers hurt.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
Gyoza and Kalbi
As usual, I think I ate too much. Last Saturday, Amy and Maloy brought me to Han Ah Reum in Jersey, a Korean Supermarket where I bought a couple of pounds of marinated Kalbi (Korean Barbecue) and a big bag of frozen Gyoza (Japanese Dumplings). Tonight, in hunger and desperation, I prepared myself a meal that I've been wanting to have since last night but was too lazy to make @ 10pm.
I've been interrupted. My sweetheart just sent me an SMS to call her at Maria's house. Now I must run to the corner store and buy a phone card. sigh. (background music: "Slave to Love")
Frustration
According to Blogger help, it takes a really long time for email/phone postings to be published. Whew. I've sent several test posts from my email app and from my phone but none of them have been published. Listen, I am going downstairs to eat some gyoza. And when I get back, my posts better be there. Or else I will spend the rest of the evening trying to figure this bug out. This is what happens when my wife is nowhere to be found.
Welcome
I am trying to create a blog that will allow me to post entries using my Treo 600. Moblogging (Mobile Blogging) is what they call it. I figure, since I spend so much time writing notes on my phone, why not attempt to revive my blog with it? I don't have time to sit in front of the PC like I used to when I was such a dorky blogger, but maybe this will help. Prayers...
