A friend of mine told me a story once of how she always wanted a Swatch. Actually, it was part of a series of sadder life stories that I couldn’t forget (There are, of course, happy stories as well). I’m a softie like that.
When Cecile started doing her Swatch promos on Chuvaness.com, I thought of my Momma Di. I BBM’d Cecile and she quickly set aside a Swatch in Momma Di’s favourite colour.
It was a small kindness that made another person very happy. I know this because Momma Di has had three facebook profile photos already highlighting the Swatch.
Last month, Momma Di rounded up some of the teachers from where I used to work to throw me a small birthday gathering. It was really sweet of her.
I love my friends. After all, “friends are the family you choose for yourself.”
My internet service provider is PLDT MyDSL. I haven’t had a decent connection for awhile now. It started even before the Japan earthquakes.
One day, when I really needed to do some internet-ting, I went to borrow my friend’s dongle. Dongle sounds like a bad word. Nevermind. I actually have my own dongles. I have 4 of them. I have a Smart, Globe and 2 Sun Cellular ones. All of them are “on loan” to other people.
So I went to borrow from Kathryn Halili, sister of Katrina Halili (not the one that dances to Careless Whisper with Hayden Kho Jr. as these sisters are actually Halili Cruz) was joining up with her runner friends in UP.
I wasn’t going to bring home the dongle because I only needed about half an hour to get things done. So I decided to just do the work at the steps of the UP Bahay ng Alumni. The runners, being friendly and all, asked if I’d like to join them on a run. I didn’t. I don’t run. I think some people, like myself, are made for short sprints. That and I have a bad knee from years of brutal training.
I have been trying to get some exercise in lately. I have gained a lot of fat recently and have been trying to find ways to drop the weight.
A few friends of mine decided to try doing what we call #ThePact. Pia, Cecile, Jude and I would tweet each other our daily food intake. It worked for awhile but, at a certain age, watching what you eat is not enough. I recently started walking or riding a bicycle along Maginhawa Street. I liked the walking but figured I’d probably kill myself once summer comes along. The bicycle riding is nice too except for cars honking at me to move aside. Seriously annoying. Bicycles are vehicles too.
So, now, my new attempt at exercise is popping in a yoga dvd every other night (sometimes consecutive nights if I’m not completely in pain). I’m hoping this will help.
Enough rambling for tonight.
Yesterday, after the dinner with Chuckie Dreyfus, Cecile gave everyone loot bags containing products that are usually associated with Chuckie.
When I got home, I gave the tubes of toothpaste and the bars of soap to the help. Though I’m sure they appreciated it, they are used to getting random things from me and it was just one of those days for us.
Today, I gave the Birch Tree boxes to the tindera (storekeeper) at the sari-sari store (convenience store). The tindera gave birth to a baby boy a few months ago and she brings the baby to work. He looks a bit on the thin side, if you ask me. And thin is not a look that babies can pull off.
What took me by surprise was the look on her face when I told her the boxes were for her, for her baby. Her gratitude made my heart float and sink at once. She was so happy to receive something that I thought was so menial. I didn’t know how I should be feeling. She thanked me. I responded accordingly and walked away.
It’s amazing how sometimes things that we take for granted can bring so much happiness to other people. I’m not talking about the National Children’s Hospital, Womens’ State Penitentiary or Fabella Hospital. I’m sure they appreciate all the help they receive.
I’m definitely not talking about street kids and those beggars that are probably part of some large syndicate operation. I’ve seen Oliver Twist. I know all about Bill Sikes, Fagin, Monks and the Artful Dodger.
I was thinking more along the lines of the tindera with the newborn baby at the sari-sari store you frequent or the attendant at your favourite Ministop that comes from the rural areas of The Philippines and is taking care of his parents and paying for his brother’s education. I’m talking about people that you often come across but never bother to know.
I guess what I’m trying to get at is to keep them in mind when you have a little extra or something that you might not need or want. You might just make someone’s day today.
I was on my way to Pepper Lunch at Shang for “something”. I didn’t know what it was because I am, apparently, clueless a lot. I have these gaps in my memory which is probably a sign of aging or obesity or something really serious like that.
When Grace picked me up, I had to ask her where we were going. I knew we were going to Pepper Lunch but I didn’t know which one and why. She told me that we were meeting Chuckie Dreyfus. I shit my pants! No, I didn’t.
Chuckie Dreyfus was a child star who was really big in the 80s.
I had already met Chuckie a decade ago through one of my good friends. Back then, he was this techy/geek guy and that’s all I can remember. Oh, and he was really nice.
Chuckie is now happily married with 3 kids and he produces musical scoring for film and television. He’s lost 40lbs and is planning to get back into the acting game. Good for him. Now, that’s all I can say about that. Oh, and he’s still really nice.
My 80s entertainment consisted of watching Sesame Street and The Facts of Life. Also, listening to Tchaikovsky, Glenn Miller and Lea Salonga. That’s Entertainment? I’m drawing a blank. This is probably how stupid people feel most of the time. It’s uncomfortable.
At Pepper Lunch, Cecile gave us all loot bags with Birch Tree Powdered Milk, Besuto Prawn Crackers, Hapee Toothpaste, Colgate Toothpaste, Likas Papaya Soap and Chuckie Choco Drink. All of these things are associated to Mister Chuckie Dreyfus. I don’t really know how but it was hilarious nonetheless.
I keep saying “Mister Chuckie Dreyfus” because I have a Parokya Ni Edgar song stuck in my head. The lyrics are about how the singer wants to be part of That’s Entertainment and the 2nd stanza goes “Kapag ako’y makapasok, siguradong malalaos. Ang pagkagwapo ni Mr. Chuckie Dreyfus.”
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