[Blog Entry] Wedding, Stalking

Wedding

My mom suddenly commented that I’ve been going to weddings this year a little too frequently. Apparently two is already frequent for her. Anyway, attended a friend’s wedding last Sunday. My friend, the bride, had been courted for four months before they were engaged. If you thought that was fast, apparently her parents had a romance of three months before getting married themselves. Anyway, I wish her well as she immigrates to Canada.

Two points worth noting during the wedding. First was that it was held in what is probably a traditional Filipino’s ideal venue: an old Manila church. It was in San Agustin with classic Spanish architecture (suddenly I recalled all my lessons in Fine Arts). And since I’m playing the RPG 7th Sea, I almost told my companion it was Castillian architecture (the nation Castille is the equivalent of Spain in the RPG). And then I remember my call center training not to call Spanish people Spaniards (only Filipinos call the Spanish as Spaniards). The proper term is Hispanics.

The other fact is that well, I’m actually being invited to weddings. There’s this huge “social” gap in my life where there was graduation (from High School), and nothing else after that. No social parties, no debuts (well, there was one debut I got to attend), no partying out at night and meeting people. Then I’m suddenly here, attending weddings. It’s not that I’m feeling I’m getting old (some mutual friends are feeling that), but rather it seems I’m being part of society again.

Stalking

Unfortunately, my daily routine is wake up, go to work, go home, sleep, with Saturdays and Sundays devoted to either video games or pen-and-paper RPGs, and Sunday recovering from all of that. Which means I don’t actually get to go out much, talk to friends and acquaintances, or become a functional member of society aside from the occasional wedding. Simply put, I don’t get to do any stalking.

Of course Banzai Cat is a stalker himself, trying to figure out who the winners of Vin's dragon anthology are. I mean who they are in person.

In typical Charles-karma fashion, I don't come to them, they come to me. Apparently my new boss for one of our magazines is the first person on the list. And the rest are well, friends, acquaintances, teachers, and people you see Dean talking with. Although I'm sure Banzai will track the remaining 5 people on that list who still remains a mystery...

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[Blog Entry] Sleep, Summer Slam, Special Power

Sleep

Lately, I seem to be waging a constant war againt sleep. It seems as if there's never enough time to sleep, with all that's recently going on.

Summer Slam

My long Internet hiatus started sometime around the Summer Slam. It was a busy week, withe me helping out making the concert happen. And on the day itself, well, let's say things were interesting. Thankfully no casualties, but there are stories, and thankfully our security was enough to prevent any untimely accidents.

Special Power

Since I'm a sucker for punishment, I tested out how far my heat tolerance goes. As most of you would know, it's the summer, the hottest season in the Philippines, with temperatures going as high as forty.

Anyway, my outfit for the Summer Slam (and some of you might recognize me because of it) was two layers of t-shirts (one white, one black), plus a jacket. Managed to wear it for around 6 hours while directly under the sun.

So you know, if I happened to get trapped in a burning building, I'd die first from the smoke rather than from the flames.

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