11.27.2009

Nothing Much. Just a Fog Pic and Instant Baked Mac


A Fog is Upon Us.

While waiting for a cab, I noticed that there was fog in the air.  Ahhh, there's nothing like the Christmas season that brings this kind of weather in the city.





Instant Baked Mac. What the?!?

Took this pic on my way back to the office.  I just love the notion of Instant Mac and Cheese.  You know the drill.  Add water/milk to the powder, boil the macaroni and voila! But if you look at the product at the right...it says "Baked Mac" - what the?!?!? Add water and then poof...it's baked.  Obviously, the flavor is baked mac...but calling it baked mac is just...well...weird.  But if you do come up with a product which instantly bakes upon adding water...the we'll make millions!

11.25.2009

The Missing Piece

Recently, we were fortunate enough (or unfortunate for some like me) to see one of the greatest light shows in the sky.  (And no, it's not the world pyro olympics every weekend at the Fort - but it is great!).  It was the Leonids a week ago (Nov 19-20). 

Previous meteor showers which were visible from the Philippines were unfortunately covered in cloudy skies.  However, for this meteor shower we were supposed to be blessed with clear skies.  And so I noted of that day and of what time it would come.  11 pm came and I looked at the night sky.  It was clear!  I waited and waited (for an hour to be exact) and I could see no falling stars.  I decided to end the search.

If we were to base success on the number of stars one would see that night, then I would be classified under FAIL. (Not EPIC FAIL - since for me that would be missing the falling stars because you had to take a bathroom break - hahahaha!).  However, I did not end the night with failure.  Why? Simply because I made time to look up. 

This reminds me of one of my favorite books - The Missing Piece by Shel Silverstein - (check it out here) a simple story about the quest for fulfillment. I find myself in certain phases in life where I would think that I am not missing a piece.  Like the thing with its supposed missing piece, I would breeze through everything quickly and without being able to stop and look.  Sometimes, some of us fall into the same kind of hole where days just keep coming and going.  When was the last time you saw a rainbow? or a falling star? Or like the main character in the book - when was the last time you passed a beetle or you let a beetle pass you, or noticed a worm? More often than not, I find myself asking myself - when was the last time I even tried to just look up?  At the end of the story, the main character realized that it missed out more with its missing piece in place than without it.

As Christmas is just a few weeks away, it's usually the time I take all my leaves (this year I'll be off by Dec 17 - woo hoo!).  As it is the season for gifts, it will be busy as hell (and the traffic, and the wrapping...you know what I mean)  However, for this Christmas, I'll certainly take time to look up, to notice a worm, and to let a beetle pass me.

Just to note: I still don't have my own copy of The Missing Piece - hint, hint! But for those interested, it's available in the local bookstores.  Get The Giving Tree as well

11.23.2009

It's About Nothing

I used to like writing a lot.  This inspiration to write regularly was during my High School years back in the 90's.  As to why? I really can't pinpoint it.  Was it raging hormones? Or perhaps it was due to my Sibol days and being surrounded with so many inspired individuals?  Or maybe it was because we were required to write on our journals for our religion class?

In any case, I really did like to write back then.  Looking back at the things I wrote, it is funny how in some ways it meant everything, something and sometimes nothing to me at some point in my life. 

Anyway, this is hopefully a good start at writing (errr...typing...well you know what I mean) again.  I lost all of my journals, love letters, hate letters, whatever letters to the flood brought about Ondoy.  As to what I will write about? I don't know yet.  Maybe, just maybe, it might be about everything, something, or nothing at all.