12.28.2004

cuppa

Finally spent some alone time in my favorite cafe here in CDO. Blueberry's.

I had a talk with my folks this afternoon. After swimming in their understandable concern about my future, a cuppa java is pure relief.

They wanted to know my career direction if a had any. They wanted to know how Quttlefish is doing, how my finances are, my post-production career and why I am taking such a long sabbatical from it.

Natural parental concerns. They want assurance that I can fend for myself when they can't be there to help me out anymore.

They want to understand my choices. They want to see the grace I may show while living through the consequences of my decisions.

They want to see me happy and secure.

We want the same things for my future. My Dad wants his kids to have no regrets. My mom wants her kids to secure our places in the sun.

Relatively easy things. Tall order if I continue to be the laid back, giggly spirit that I am happy to be.

12.23.2004

coming home

christmas is here! christmas is here! i'm in a packing frenzy...okay, maybe later i will be. but christmas is here.

my flight is tomorrow morning. it would be great to see my folks again. can't wait to see my niece maxine (manemismaksheen*giggle*khu!).

also can't wait to get back here. :)

12.18.2004

friendster

how cute! my boyfriend is finally using his friendster account. :)

earrings

heeheehee...pet finally got her ears pierced last night in makati. spontaneous insertion. no more virgin ears for pet.

welcome to the world of earrings!!! enjoy!

12.17.2004

the season

christmas has made the life of a mall rat a little less fun. all these shoppers. everyone buying everything in sight. whew! cafes and restaurants always filled. ah well...

other things--fpj died. what resonates in every mind: good thing he didn't win the elections. imagine loren pashmeina legarda or noli mgb de castro sitting in malacanang now?

12.10.2004

Temptations

Last Tuesday, I went to see Lens, a friend and old colleague in the new and improved ABS-CBN facilities. It was a social call and a quick tour around their post-prod department.

They have this whole Zen theme going in their office floor. A hundred or so workstations, a Fitness First in their building, a foot massage place, beauty parlor, several restaurants, a Starbucks, and a day spa.

The offer was for a Broadcast Designer position. Benefits and figures probably attractive. Office life probably interesting. All toys/equipment were big, bad-ass, and state-of-the-art. Totally up my alley. (Teehee…if that makes me a nerd, hey bring it on!)

It felt too good to be there. My old comfort zone was pulling me back into that vortex we call post production.

I did not want to see the offer sheet. I did not want to be tempted. But I didn’t close that door. Being the friend that he is, Lens appreciated that I was absolutely honest with my plans. It’s all about timing.

QDI is getting little breaks. Our baby has started to walk. Mommy needs to be around, maybe when we can leave QDI in daycare…

I know there are no right or wrong decisions. It’s the grace that we have (or lack) when living out the consequences of our choices that make them seem right or wrong.

12.06.2004

Sunday Morning (M5)

We're getting a new comp! *clap clap clap*
We baptize him Adam (Levine)

Sunday morning rain is falling
Steal some covers share some skin
Clouds are shrouding us in moments unforgettable
You twist to fit the mold that I am in

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
And I would gladly hit the road get up and go if I knew
That someday it would lead me back to you
That someday it would lead me back to you

That may be all I needIn darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

Fingers trace your every outline
Paint a picture with my hands
Back and forth we sway like branches in a storm
Change the weather still together when it ends

That may be all I needIn darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning
And I never want to leave

But things just get so crazy living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning rain is falling and I'm calling out to you
Singing someday it'll bring me back to you
Find a way to bring myself back home to you

And you may not know
That may be all I need
In darkness she is all I see
Come and rest your bones with me
Driving slow on Sunday morning