Hi guys! Today is Coffeehan’s 3rd Birthday! I’m thinking of celebrating it by holding my first ever giveaway. Yeah I know, it’s the same thing that I said during the 2nd anniversary of Piso Fashion but it didn’t push through. This time though I am making it happen but please give me a few days to come up with a prize. It wouldn’t be a sponsored giveaway by the way. I’m still wondering what would make for a good prize. Any suggestion?
For now, here’s a cafe latte for you. (more…)
While Tropical storm Maring and her twin, habagat, were busy drowning the metropolis, I turned 31 last August 19, 2013. I held my little party at my favorite cafe, 8065 Coffee. I invited over 20 something people but due to the terrible weather condition, only half of them were able to make it. I thought of postponing the event, maybe do it another day, but my friend, Imee, flew all the way from Cebu for this so I didn’t want to waste her effort.
Back in college, recitation in Psychology class wasn’t merely a tool to humiliate those who didn’t do their homework but also for knowledge retention. Our professor would ask questions, based from the assignment she gave us during the last meeting, then pick anyone from the class to answer. Once every question had been covered, she would ask the same set again to those who were not called on the first time. This is how we memorized the definition of ego, the different kinds of mental illnesses, and understood Sigmund Freud’s theory. Our prof said that anything you do on repeat, you tend to remember better and if my grades were any indication, I say the strategy was mighty effective.
In a method somewhat similar to this did I learn about Yabu, The House of Katsu. I’ve heard so much about it, on social media and through word-of-mouth, that I repeated the information in my sleep. Just what is it about Yabu that got many people go gaga for it. Just recently I went to their SM Mall of Asia branch to answer this nagging question and now my friends, I know what the katsu craze is all about.
You’re gonna die… and that’s a fact. We all die, even if you’re as healthy as a carabao, even if you have yet to see the world, even if you haven’t even written your bucket list, or if you’re still a 40-year old virgin. Fact is, you, me, your neighbor, your cat, your philandering husband, your backstabbing friend, your jerk of a boss, and Nicki Minaj, we’re all going to leave this mortal coil. But really why think of the future, why ponder on the inevitable, and be reminded that sometime in the future you will be buried, cremated, or worse disappear into thin air? Like most people, I didn’t want to be reminded, but that’s exactly what happened when I saw this art exhibit called, Testimony of What Remains at CCP last July 27.
Who doesn’t love kids? They are cute, innocent, carefree, and full of promise. All they want to do is play, and ice cream, and jolly spaghetti, and toys, and a piggy back ride, and their own laptop, and a ticket to a Justin Bieber concert, and a new pair of shoes, and whine at night, whine in the morning, whine everyday, and every week. So again, who doesn’t love those little munchkins? Well… me.
Given this, you would think I’d turn up my nose at the idea of serving kids in need, well I am not that heartless. In fact, when Christian of Kwentong Iskwater asked me to join the outreach of this group of bloggers called Blog Mo Ipasuot Mo (BMIM), I didn’t so much as bat an eyelash and said yes.
Something rained on my parade… literally. It’s 11:35AM, classes and work in government offices are suspended, there are only five of us from our team who were able to make it to work, and the rain is pouring, the streets are flooded, and Tropical Storm Maring is showing no signs of stopping anytime soon. Today also happened to be my 31st birthday, which I plan to celebrate via a simple dinner at my favorite coffee shop with some of my friends. Unfortunately, many of them are stranded at home and have already expressed their regret for their absence later. Now my mood can be likened to the weather, cold and gloomy. I have always loved the rain, I just wish that it skipped this day though. But oh wells, such is life.
In the last two years, I just posted about what went down on my birthday. This year, I’ve decided to share what are the things that I learned in 31 years, things that I try to live by to make life a little less excruciating for me and the people around me. So here you go folks, 31 things that I learned and take by heart.
When I was a kid I used to play “sapi-sapian” with my playmates. It means I would act like I was being possessed growl, drool (for added effect), and run like an escaped convict. The other kids are then tasked to hold me down, pray over me, and chase me when I managed to break free. I also liked to stage a beauty contest. I’d gather my sister, cousins, and some of the other kids from our neighborhood. I’d cut out sashes from cartolina or manila paper, use the crown that we wore during flores de mayo, and then host a make-believe beauty pageant. Then there was doktor-doktoran where I’d play a doctor and my playmates as patients. We had an old stethoscope and boy do I love having that thing around my neck. In other days, when I want to play alone, I’d cover my lower body with a blanket, roll and glide on the floor, and pretend that I was a mermaid.
These games weren’t merely a source of entertainment for a young Marjorie, it was my way of living my dreams. I wanted to be an actress, a beauty queen, a doctor, and a mermaid. As you can see I’ve no problem dreaming the impossible and I wish I just meant the mermaid part. The universe though didn’t humor me so I ended up as a writer. But dreaming big is normal, we all have ’em and the younger we are, the bigger the dream is. So imagine meeting a kid whose goal in life is to become a house helper. That’s one of the shocking realities that I learned from Silid Aralan Inc., the most recent beneficiary of Pinoy Bloggers Outreach (PBO).
One of the things that made my childhood a bit excruciating was having to listen to the noise that is rock music. See, my late father was a rock star wannabe and everyday, we lived our lives with the songs of Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, The Cars, Guns N’ Roses, White Lion, Eagles, Beatles, among others blaring in the background. I washed the dishes listening to “My Bestfriend’s Girlfriend”, Papa tinkered with his electronics as Eagles sang about a lovely place, “Hotel California”, when I nursed my cuts and bruises from being beaten by mother because my classmate stepped on the newly cleaned stairs without removing her slippers, Eric Clapton was singing “Tears in Heaven.” Well that was a long time ago because now, I do love rock music. Now that I’ve remembered it, I realized that my life was just like a musical; a rock musical that is.
Unfortunately, I couldn’t take you back in the day and show you how I loathed my father for practicing nonstop the riff of Slash on Sweet Child o’ Mine. But I can share with you this experience, which I swear to you is probably the reason the word awesome was invented, Rock of Ages.
One day, some peeps from Moonleaf decided to send me a package because apparently I’ve been such a good girl. Nah… they just want me to maybe write about the newly opened Moonleaf branch in Ortigas. Anyway, the package contains a greeting card, a planner, three pens, and four 100 pesos worth of gift certificates.
Ahem ahem… Indulge me as I make this shameless promotion of this post that Christian of Senyor Iskwater published yesterday. I really thought Christian was pulling my leg the first time he told me about this but holy moly, he was actually serious! And since this doesn’t happen everyday and it’s actually the first time somebody in the blogosphere thought I was interesting enough to be featured in his blog, I think it wouldn’t hurt if I’d share it with you (bats eyelashes).