Out of Bounds and Heaven in UR Eggs...
Two very interesting things happened to me today. (as interesting and normal as anything in my suburban life these days.) The Expected and the Unexpected. The Expected was the Launch party for my Outbound Team at work. After a long week of work they deserved a chill out and relax. That's me and the team on ur right. (Ten points if you can point out all the drunk ones.) Thanks to Carlo Romano (not his real name.) for the floor space of festivities. These are a good, crazy bunch of people. I just hope I have what it takes to lead this account to success. For all our sakes. Ack, I've worried and bled myself in to a huge ditch as it is already over this account, so today, I let the booze take over. (Cheers guys! May the booze run out but not our lucks!) Helen was there as well for a bit (She scheduled a salon day with my sister Aloy and Ate Cherry, my brother Kiko's significant other.). I like introducing her to the people I work with. She thinks they're cool. As do I. I bet we're right.

Drunk (but not stinking drunk) and weary and just about to call it a day, when multiple attacks (via SMS) followed from that old highschool gang. They'd hung out from the baptism of one of the F2 babies (Reference: "F2" is the uninspired group name we used to carry in those days) As usual, a foray of slaps, gufaws, slanders and low blows before we came to the decision of trying out something new in the food and beverage delicacies department, "Heaven and Your Eggs" (minus the "your"). It was damn tasty! (Damn!) This one highly recommends the chicken steak. I can imagine Helen and I ordering this 60% of the time on our future returns. (40% of the time we like to try new stuff.) You have got to try it out. Ten thumbs up! I hear they have a 2nd branch in Glorietta. (It's about 150-500 pesoses per head.) Not to be done by way of Mcdonalds but a bullseye on the once in awhile.

Almost a month and a few thousand bucks (and by "bucks" i mean pesos) later...
Finally, the long wait is over. Today, we commemorate the actuallization of a grand plan, schemed from the depths of pure inspiration some months ago by that great visionary (in his own mind) of our times...me. AND the internet is once again, as well as it should and always be, under the clicks of our thumbs. (or forefingers actually. Whatever, the net's our bitch now.) It's been a long ride to get to this point and I must give a hats off to those hard working administration guys who've painstakingly tried to wriggle a lan cable from the 2nd floor to the 6th of a very old apartment complex. It took them long enough, but credit where credits due of course. Also, in related domestic updates, the water heater is now operational which means, happy hot shower days are here again. Internet and the water heater. Those Meralco mooks must be smiling now. Anyhoo, CHEERS!

Where it all ends...
We, the currently financially challenged had put off our regular Sunday market day and had brunch on the 6th floor over some leftover Adobo ala Aki. (Helen's dad sure can cook.) We tested the router again just to make sure our Frankenstein moment wasn't really a vanilla sky one and thankfully it checked out. Later this day Helen and I took a little adventure on the accounting side to figure out the why's of our handicap. Sigh. Ignorance is definitely bliss.

Day of the freeloaders...
Free massages are always welcomed in the house of Jorick, which is how I spent the early parts of today with the Inukai's at Fitness First, Fort Bonifacio. Ate Pots (Bless her soul!) wanted to use up all her gc's (gift certs) and treat us lot to some group physical therapy. (Damn! I miss hot showers.) Then Kiko and Cherry dropped by and (Bless their souls!) went to treat Helen and I and Esong (who stuck around) to a chopticks lunch at Komoro Soba at Glorietta where we strolled around and ended up buying a wire-full router at a really good cheapest price with longer warranty (phase 2 of the DSL master plan!) to freeload off of the internet on the 6th floor. 1st of our ranks to go down was Helen since she was up til 5pm this afternoon straight from the previous night's working shift. (the poor thing.) J-bird and his trusty sidekick Esongman proceeded to testdrive the router (after a guest appearance of Special K) and enjoyed their own personal Frankenstein moment. Now if we can only find a way to get the connection all the way down to the 2nd floor...(Next Attraction: Phase 3!)

Boobs and Tubes...
Another fine day of rest and relaxation for me, but instead of rest, there was a clogged kitchen drain that I had to stay up for to wait for Mario and Luigi (not their real names) to come by and fix it, which they didn't do a very good job of so I guess I'm staying up another day in the week to see if it gets fixed at all. AND instead of relaxation I had Bart and Esong over where, again, we defied both time and space in that funfilled, chaotic mental state called the PS2. (We tried the multi player Xmen Legends, but those two just suck at it. I think they're more of the every man for themselves or what we like to call "forget our friendships" type of games. ) Yup, that was pretty much it... (I gotta get out more often. NOT this day since it was pretty much raining all day.)

Hats off to Mr. Zablan...
Let the records show that at around 12:21 in the afternoon (in that stage between light sleep and "anything short of the earth splitting, fire hale and brimstone, actual end of the world could not wake me up") I got a call from Mighty Migz saying it was time. Let the records also show that it was found that he has not quit smoking like he had previously commited he would several times before and that he has accepted the futility of making such commitments that his weak, submissive, mortal will cannot backup. Add to the records that in 5 years Mighty Migz isn't doing too bad for himself and his family, which we all believed he would. (Let's see where the next 5 years gets us?) Document that all this information was acquired when we hung out, spent lunch (Mcdo) and dinner (Floating Island - You gotta try the Adobo Rice. Really. Tasty.) and waited for the...Last record to show that Mighty Migz and wife Rialet has (sometime around 8pm-10pm) opened the world to celebration of te birth of their new son (Our hats off to...) Mr. Marco Pocholo Zablan!

Sunday Market...
There's this sunday street market ritual that started a few weeks back at a parking lot along our street that we never really thought would last, but somehow did. In fact, they keep adding more and more stalls in there. (I think this time Bollywood/Indian cuisine was a new addition.) Helen loves going there to do her vegetable groceries. Fresher, she says and I agree. I like the cooked food. (Market food is yummy.) We went down and had some brunch with Helen's dad, Ate Pots and Czar (A friend of Ate Pots.) Roast beef and pulled pork sandwiches and a little rain. (Nature's moisturizer!)