coffee break

rocky and i bid you bye for the holidays. we are off to the land of uncle sam for some needed vacation. this would be his first time in a plane, hopefully it wouldn’t agitate him that much. his vet prescribed a sedative for the trip; he doesn’t like to be confined specially inside a kennel. it would be good for him to run in vast spaces unlike the limited space in my apartment which he has known and loved every nook and cranny. friends have offered to take care of him, but i would miss him terribly that i decided to bring him with me. and it’s a good thing too since mom haven’t met her grand son.

i’ve packed very light, just 1 big luggage. i was planning for just a hand carry, but it’s winter and i’ll pass by snow covered streets of new york. so it’s miami, new york, san francisco, vegas then los angeles. hopefully that 1 big luggage have enough space to last me for a month. i’m looking forward to walking rocky in the central park, snow and all; i’ve always loved central park and now i have more reasons to love it even more. next post, most probably in detroit, 5 hour layover. thank god for airport lounge.

listening to:
We Sing. We Dance. We Steal Things. – Jason Mraz: Butterfly

i always come home late, around 12midnight from work since i have been working with the global team and needs overlapping hours for meetings. and it has been a routine for me to go out and buy from this incredulously, run of the mill barbecue stall that sells the most amazing assorted barbecue. coming home tonight, i go about my usual stuff that includes checking up new mails, synching my phone for tomorrow’s meetings and playing with rocky. around 12.30am i went to the barbecue place for an evening snack-2 sticks of barbecue, 2 sticks of tenga ng baboy and 2 sticks of isaw ng baboy. half of those is for rocky who happens to wait for me for this daily snack routine before taking his vitamins. while waiting, 2 balut vendors one not older than 12 and the other around late teens cut in front of me and started to choose their order. i felt a little uneasy seeing a child, barely a teen, selling balut in the middle of the night. it hit me how life can be so hard specially to this child who should be in bed now and worrying about his studies. 2-3 minutes after, they picked out a stick of barbecue, to share. here i am, buying 6 sticks of barbecue, 3 for my pampered dog who have a special diet, vitamins, grooming appointments and vet checkups i wouldn’t dare miss.

going home, guilt enveloped my body as i enjoy the comforts of life while a good number of people are challenged to even get by each day. as i enter my apartment, rocky greeted me with a wide grin and a wagging tail. he knows i have his favorite treat with me. i set barbecue down and carefully remove the meat from the skewer, dipped it in his favorite dipping sauce and feed him using my free hand. 6 sticks of barbecue after, rocky is ready for his vitamins. as i tidy up the daybed and proceeded to get his vitamins, he jumped into daybed and started munching on my sennheiser headset. and this isn’t the first time, this is the 2nd pair of sennheiser he dismembered not to mention my white gucci sunglasses,  a pair of prada shoes and dolce and gabbana and my paul smith sports coat.

i honestly have thoughts of giving up rocky, with all the adjustments i have to do, vet appointments and his expensive upkeeps not to mention all my stuff he destroyed. but like what a friend said, it easier to give up. i feel frustrated that i need to take care of rocky and all i get is broken headsets and torn shoes. maybe this is the universe telling me i am not ready for a child.

listening to:
Satellite – POD: Alive

after 2 grueling weeks, i finally finished the write-up for cmmi in my office. i was asked to write about cmmi because we are undergoing a re-certification and is scrutinizing and revamping almost all of our processes. lots of people (engineers, who else) are at arms with the change and would be changes. i think they have been too familiar with not having a process. it’s my familiarity with the standards and lucid disgust of ineffective and inefficient process that made them think i’m the best person to do it.

anyhoo, i am proud to say that i haven’t gotten out of my apartment last weekend except the time i have to buy dinner. yes, i didn’t go out and wasn’t tempted to do so. i was with rocky all day, playing with him,  reading my current book to him and researching for his new vet. he has grown so much becoming more nimble and confident. he almost chewed my vintage gucci boston bag but settled with my beany collection. i have to dog proof my house which i will do next week. praying that my stuff will last that long before rocky run amuck and start rummaging every nook and cranny of my apartment. am still trying to find out dog friendly restaurants and coffee shops so i can bring him with me when meeting friends and reading my books. i do miss having late lunch with friends and catching up with our week.

i’m styling 6 male models for this reality tv show. we’re looking for the image model of a known brand. can’t divulge much detail yet since it’s not airing and we’re in pre-production yet. we’ve finished the auditions and narrowed the models to the final 6. initial episode is now in the editing room and should be shown anytime soon; i’m now back on the drawing board for the finale styling. it’s difficult to style outside your style zone. i’m so used to style fierce, coutured, highly editorial look that i find it difficult doing commercial. then again the money is in the commercial world.

listening to:
Waiting For My Rocket To Come – Jason Mraz : You And I Both

meet rocky.

he’s named after the boyfriend of my friend who is a dog lover and persuaded me to get one. i originally named him void pointer after the most powerful data type in the known world, void (if you’ll argue that void is not a data type, read this) but that seemed too geeky for such a cutie. i know i’ve made an earlier comment about dog’s neediness and picking up after them. however when i saw his face peering through the space between the bars of his cage, i fell smitten in love with him. though i later found out that he’s a he, i don’t mind his gender nor his sexual preference . his cute little face begging me to take him home.

he’s a 2 month old chow-chow, pure bred. right after rocky got into my apartment, he pooped at the door. of course i picked it up and i didn’t really mind. he’s now in his cage resting, he likes it there. i keep the cage open so if he wants to wander around the apartment. i’ve blocked my calendar coinciding with his vet and grooming schedules. i have all my shoes and bags at the second floor away from chewing machine rocky. hopefully he’ll stop chewing on the cable; i’m afraid he’ll get electrocuted with the power cords. i’m now looking for a good vet and dog spas near my place. anything for rocky…

by the way, if you know a good dog whisperer, do send me a shout out.