U2 ::: Island Hopping

I haven't posted anything worth my while in an eternity because I've been swamped with other things going on in my 'nutherworld. The good news is I've finally sent the financial dead weight also known as my laptop to the repair guy and will, hopefully, be working tomorrow. If that should come to pass, I'll get to share some photos that have been stewing in various storage devices for a long time.

U2 turns a ripe 30 tomorrow, September 25th, which also happens to be my baby brother's 16th birthday. (:::applause:::) I brag that I have the same birthday as Adam but its no contest with him.

So anyway, I don't know if anyone's ever pointed it out (except for @U2.com's regular calendar blurbs on the front page) that U2's New Orleans performance on Monday night (Tuesday for us) marks their 30th anniversary. I understand how they're probably not putting much emphasis on it since it's just a number but it's also possible that the book and the pre-game show IS the commemoration. I don't know. C, what do you see?

By the way, these guys are such expert business travelers aren't they? London on Friday, Dublin on Saturday, Manhattan on Tuesday--three islands in less than a week. I'd love to know what perks they got.

RIGHT BRAIN ::: En Somera

I like how September seems to be almost over and yet I'm not in a hurry to get it over with. What I'm getting at is I've come to a settlement with myself. I've decided to ease up, stay put, and allow things to fall into place instead of chasing that feather in the wind. Until the next wave then.

Nooooo!!!

Oh please! For heaven's sake, don't tell me you've got work for me to do NOW! It's a half hour til I end the stinkin' work week! Ca-mahn!

U2 ::: Who's That Girl

Allow me to just flat out declare that U2 were denied the credit they deserved for Priscilla Queen of the Desert. Larry plays the part best with his piercing "you have no idea" stare but I think Adam, Bono, and Edge could use a few more episodes of Brini Maxwell.

I like this new addition to the site, photographic points of interest. Something to tide us over while insinuating fan club membership. Great marketing move.

...now wher'd I put that visa?


UPDATE:I hope this gets picked up by the Bono radar. It's not a lot but it is.

RP to push for Suu Kyi release at ASEAN summit

Another Reflection

Well, not exactly although I won't contest that it has seemed that way for the last week or so concerning my blogging frequency.

Went to the MNL Int'l Book Fair yesterday. As usual, so many books, so little cash. Not crowded at all and I love it that way. Afterwards, I thought about going in for a movie at nearby Mall of Asia but seeing how they practiced single screening only, I decided against it. Plus, who're they kidding with those ticket prices?

So I went home just as the mob began pouring in from all entrances. I noticed this Arab family (Pinay yaya in tow) posing in front of the mall as the dad snapped a photo. It somehow gave me a glimpse of what a trip to a mall in Jeddah would be like for our OFWs.

My siblings and I were also under the care of a yaya when we were little. This was back in the early 80s when I only saw my mother in the evenings and my father after every few months or so. Her name was Ping and she was strict but we loved her a lot. She was our playmate, our commander, our nurse.

When I started school, she was the one who dragged me out of bed to get ready. And when the school service came to pick me up, I cried violently and demanded that Ping come with me. I was scared of the other kids.

Countless other nannies have looked after us but, somehow, none of them made a bigger dent in our memory than Ping. We don't remember her reason for leaving because it wasn't dramatic, or even sampal-sabunot-induced, but we certainly have fond memories of how she put up a fight. Watching over three pesky kids was not a job for the frail.