Epic

Yesterday did not started so well. Might be due to PMS, doubts, then a not-so-happy race organizer emailed to call our attention regarding his race listed at aktib.ph. 

Then an online registration was made at store.aktib.ph which was totally not prepared yet. But more of, it came from Someone who is not rosemarie, not in our circle friends, which means, that hey, maybe this thing will work.
I know from the outside, it means nothing. But from me, It’s a very big deal.   Though, it was something of just some sideline project but it was just amazing to see the time that fred and norlan put into coding it, the time soybitz put into listing races into have finally bore some fruit, the friends who bother, out of friendship, took time to use it. All those time I always question if this is really really worth doing it, is it really worth bothering people to waste time on it, and it’s showing some sign of positive things to come.
And capping the day with the Athletes Talk, despite the bad weather, it was epic! I’ll just put the rest of MMK details at runroo.com. But for the last time here, thanks to all. 
Feeling lucky. The only pictures I managed to take with my celphone.
The Chinese New Year Day was my day, and this year will be our year!

Poster that can save the world

I realized today that maybe i should make a poster of the “talk” like duh. I don’t want to bother anyone so viola!!! ๐Ÿ™‚
It’s so ugly… unartistically ugly! But for some reason, I love it! ๐Ÿ™‚
Armie asked what’s this about? And, i replied, “Kris TV!” 
That was a joke. But as mark said, “the fruit of labor from watching too much kris aquino.”

#cebucoffeeproject

When I go to a new place, the first thing I would look up / google is their coffee places. I probably make more fuss about where to get a coffee than where I could get an accommodation.

(Mr. Park’s Bread and Cake, Angeles City)

So I thought why not I make one in Cebu. And, I realized that I have not really explore much coffee places in Cebu. I guess I got too comfortable with the usual routine that I have. It probably is just me but coffee experience in Cebu shops is like a hit and miss. So I don’t really experiment much, and just stick with the usual, which are home and carebear’s pantry. Gaaahhh!

And, there’s just too many resto/cafe popping up in Cebu, it can be dizzying keeping up with each new one.

(I found a list from 032 here >>. But it’s more geared for coffee shops great to do some work or task. There’s another foursquare list but it was reviewing fraps.)

Coffee Connoisseur. But I just have to clarify that I’m not a connoisseur. I could not tell the different taste of different beans, nor know how it is roast, nor tell the difference between brewed and americano, etc etc. And, when I say coffee, the fraps are not included.

3-in-1. I was a 3-in-1 fan, and that brewed coffee / americano coffee are just fancy instant coffee, and when I get Starbucks, it should be frap because why would I drink a different version of instant coffee in a fancy place.

On the other thought, I think I started loving coffee from a cafe at this “coffee shop” in Baseline back in college days. I forgot the name. But I love the high I got from Americano which hit just so differently that of Dunkin Donut coffee. Back then, coffee shop was not a thing in Cebu. I don’t think Bo’s already existed.

Cafe. I always find cafe place dreamy. I guess I fell in love first with the cafe over coffee.

Book. I came to understand coffee, not the instant one, when I read “Pour your Heart into it” by Howard Schultz, founder of Starbucks. Though, I think that book was probably a marketing of Starbucks but it’s a great read. If you want non-fiction, business-y, start-up-y but not so technical, “Pour Your Heart Into It” is probably something that will not be so much painful to read.

Superficial. So yeah I think, my being coffee-ist is superficial. And, that will be how my list, #cebucoffeeproject, will be.

And, hopefully, this will not be only the post I will make. You know how I can be good at starting but not at maintaining it.

I’m a business… mean!

I was in a group of businessmen. Real businessmen. They probably have business parents, grow up talking about business, have business friends who are kids of businessmen, etc etc. While I grew up being their business.

But at that time, they talked to me asking about internet.

As real businessmen, they definitely know how to make money out of the internet.

While, I do know internet like every detail of Kris Aquino’s love life, I do not know business. And in a group who lives and breathes business, there’s just no way I could pretend and talk my way out like how Kris Aquino can make a president out of anyone.

I felt out of place, and think are they really sure they want to talk to me?

But on the other thought, while they speak of their grand idea of their business online but has a hint that they’re lost of how to go around it, I was for a moment feeling holding a secret key they do not know.

Maybe, internet is indeed an equalizer — like a fake Kris Aquino may be more amusing than the real one.

Fridays…

not inlove.

Restless and at the same lethargic is my Fridays. I have a rule to do nothing on this day. And, that’s the problem because I know there are still quite a few unchecked items on my task list, which I know can always wait. And that no one will die if I will not do them.

But I really have a hard time letting go… that the world will not end if I do nothing.

Coffee Poser

The most thing I look forward to when going to a new place is coffee. So how I’d rate a place is greatly correlated with my coffee experience.

Top in my list are Davao and Bukidnon for coffee experience.

At the bottom is Guimaras. There was just no brewed coffee any where we go. On the other thought, Timberland’s, in San Mateo, Rizal, brewed coffee was a very sad case. It made Guimaras more forgivable to me.

(This was in Tacloban, Leyte. I doubt if this still existed today after Yolanda.)

Bestest Father

I think we gave up on the idea of having a “best father” awardee or best parent awardee in this home long time ago. We just suck at it.

Over the weekend, Mark asked the kids to call him the bestest father. 
With Meg, it involved cheetos and Jollibee breakfast for Mark to be called the bestest father. Meg’s standard for bestest father is bribery. ๐Ÿ™‚
With Migi, it involves biking in “another mountain,” which did not happen over the weekend. 
(Pic was last last weekend.)

While for Mati, the bestest father is the security guards because they have guns. Mark has just no chance with Mati.

Listening to their squabbles of how Mark can be the bestest father, somehow, I could say that it’s probably hard to be Mark. I mean we kind of accepted long time ago with the demand from his work, we just have to give up the “best father” pressure. It’s like it’s easier to get a new bike for Migi than find the time to go with him find a new mountain to climb. It’s not really a scenario to be proud of but it’s… yada yada yada… 
On the other thought, the three of them agreed that once-a-month Jollibee breakfast can make Mark the bestest father.

Camera Roll

Because one can’t have too many selfies. I wanted to capture how my hair was blown by the strong wind. But I could not seem to feel the wind from my photos.

(A screenshot of my celphone’s camera roll. Other selfies are missed.)