Wednesday, August 26, 2009


The song "Nobody" is so popular today.

- Some of my staff are dancing to the tune while in the office.
- A previous officemate has this on his skype: "I want your body, your body, not you!"
- Another previous officemate has this on her skype: "I have no money, no money but dues!"

* * *

Some people have weird names for their significant other.

A guy in our building calls (based on the name in cellphone, which I saw) his sweetheart "Honey Bunchy Munchy Crunchy".

* * *

A funny skype profile message of one of my previous officemate:

"Siguro, minsan, kaila­ngang madapa…
Wala lang, para eksena! Tapos, minsan, tambling naman para bongga!"

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Kitchen Shock

This morning as I was browsing the normal websites I visit, I saw a picture in www. about bad houses. (

The first picture shocked me. It looks very much like the kitchen in my previous apartment I rented: the set up of the kitchen sink, the almost-similar cabinet and the dominant color pink.

I thought that this is the very kitchen I used for three or four years. I was thinking that after I left that apartment, the owners of the building decided to go full out and paint the whole kitchen pink.

Then I realize it's a different kitchen.

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

Artichoke Lamp

I have a fondness for lamps, actually for any lighting fixtures other than a bare bulb.

Probably this stems from the fact that when I was a small child, our house was filled with incandescent bare bulb - too dim to use for reading, too unsightly to inspire creativity. Fortunately, we switched to flourescent lights, but again bare - good enough for reading, still too unsightly for inspiration.

At home, I have several lamps - one floor lamp, two table lamp, three hanging pendant lamp and two Japanese-inspired paper table lamp.

My dream lamp would be the artichoke lamp by Poul Henningsen.

Need to buy/build a house and buy this awesome lamp.

Monday, August 3, 2009

I Am My Mother's Son

I am my mother's son, more than I am my father's son.

Ever since I could remember, I was closer to my mother than to my father.

When I was a kid (about 3 to 4 years old), my father was working in Nestle plant in Sta. Rosa, Laguna. My mother was a seamstress and does her work at home. While sewing clothes for people, I would sit near her and entertain myself by using her scissors (the big metal scissors) in cutting up paper and small swaths of fabric. (In elementary school and even in high school, I was bemused by some of my classmates who do not know how to properly use a scissor. The smaller hole is where the thumb should go and the larger hole would accomodate the index finger.)

When I was five years old, my mother saw a graduation/recognition ceremony of a private Christian school in our town. She was amazed at how smart the kids were and decided to enroll me the following school year (despite the fact that my father was not earning much and it costs P300 (a big amount that time) per month in tuition).

People and research say that intelligence is generally inherited from the mother rather than the father. My father spent a few months in college but did not finish. My mother did not even finish elementary school but through self study and by reading lots of Christian-related books, she is able to read and understand English. I think because of this that my parents (particularly my mother who was not privileged enough to finish formal schooling) strived to get all three of us through college.

When I was in preschool and elementary, my mother loves gardening (still does but she doesn't have the same energy to do things). The front of our house is full of bougainvillaeas, orchids, chrysanthemums and other flowering plants. (My sister tells me that when my mother was pregnant with me, she was so into gardening that the front of our house looks so beautiful, people would stop to admire it and even ask to buy some of her flowers). I guess that's why I love flowers. I have several flower arrangements in my apartment (I don't have the time and energy to actually care for living plants).

I have lots of kitchen stuff - most I don't actually use. I have potato masher, egg beater, etc. Whenever I go to Japan Home Center, I buy lots of stuff that I might need but may never actually use. Whenever my mother goes to Novo (a store that sells clothes and lots of inexpensive homewares), she never fails to buy something. When she last went to my apartment, she brought me a meat tenderizer and a metal utensil for frying. I think I may be able to use the meat tenderizer probably once or twice only. Most probably, it will be used by my sister when she visits me and cooks beefsteak (I don't like cooking beef).

Now that I am in a Top Design phase, it seems that my mother is my only supporter. While my sister says that I "do" too much to my apartment, my mother actually encourages me to go further and even offer some advice.

A very belated Happy Mother's Day and a very advanced Happy Birthday to you, Nanay.

P.S. I am not a mama's boy. I'm just closer to my mother. I guess most of gay guys are.

My mother doesn't "know" about my sexual orientation. I guess she has knows but we don't actually talk about it. Two years ago, she was suggesting I get married and have kids already. Nowadays, whenever people (relatives and family friends) would ask why I am still single and "available" (no gf), my mother would actually butt in and say that I am enjoying being single and that my father actually married her when he was 33.

I do not have a dysfunctional relationship with my mother like Norman Bates (A mother is a boy's best friend).