Happy birthday, Harryboy!

5 01 2010

Harryboy's favorite football jersey.

I SENT Harryboy greetings last holiday season.  Some were the run-of-the-mill type that I couldn’t help but forward.  Still others – most importantly – were intended for him only (I send my friends very personalized messages).  In one of those few, I had to tell him how thankful I was that we became real friends in 2009.  He said I flattered him.  It wasn’t my intention.

Today, the 5th of January, happens to be Harry Stamper a.k.a. Harryboy’s birthday.  So, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, HARRYBOY!  May you continue to see the world thru the most beautiful shades of autumn, your favorite season; through the presence of the people closest to your heart; through the eyes of the people you hold dearest to you; and, with the company of your friends by your side.  No matter wherever you or they may be.

As I have told him, I will always remember 2009 as the year we became real friends.  So in spite of all the difficulties the year presented, there will always be something to look back to with gratitude and the thought of blessing.

Happy birthday, Harryboy!

 

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Greens, meat and sweets with Mama Hen

23 12 2009
 

Turning at the Highlander Steakhouse driveway, this was all I could see. The dense fog blocked all view from the ridge.

  

The Highlander Steakhouse interiors has that authentic log cabin look.

  

The restaurant's antler chandelier got dressed up for the season!

IT FELT like we could make it a scene straight out of a Western or of a 15th century vagabond roasting meat over a roaring fire.  It was the really dense fog that conjured up these images in my head.

Stepping out of the car, the chill in the breeze pierced through my pique polo shirt and I knew I was back to a familiar place, unforgettable to me for their 20-oz. dry-aged certified U.S. Angus Beef Rib Eye Steak – the Highlander Steakhouse at Tagaytay Highlands.  I first wrote about it here.  But unlike in that first experience, my lunch last December 21st was embraced in the thickest concentration of water droplets suspended so near the ground it rid me of all visibility.  It took our hostess’ generosity to warm the surroundings and my heart, making me truly feel it’s already that time of the year.

The hostess with the mostest happens to be Mama Hen, our top legal eagle at both multinational companies I have had the pleasure to work in.  To a certain extent, I feel like she is my adoptive mother.  But her interest with me came much later so her family’s looks and her flawless complexion have never rubbed off on me.  Hahaha!

I espied Mama Hen's brand spanking new Tod's bag!

Bling it on! I couldn't help but ask for a shot of that diamond. It was he size of my thumbnail! Probably bigger.

A tight shot of that bling bling!

Everytime we share a meal, I feel so taken care of.  She never fails to remind me of that first dinner we had together and how it has brought about the lasting impression she and her husband has had about my legendary appetite.  In the small details – she sharing her pot of tea with me, she asking me if I prefer rice over the potatoes, she allowing me to get served first, she asking the wait staff to tell me about the dessert options, she constantly referring to me as “growing boy” – I can’t deny just how much premium Mama Hen puts to valuing her friendships.  And just how much – even in all my decades of existence – she still sees me as that shy, unassuming boy who needed at least six cups of rice to feel satiated.

Mama Hen always remembers and can make anybody feel so loved.  Thanks for always remembering me (the same goes out to the one person who always makes it a point I make it to these get-togethers – Ms. Jo!).

The complimentary bread – a small French Baguette and a small Tuscan Round – came stylishly nestled on a cutting board with a knife dramatically wedged in.

A slice of the baguette. I finished almost half the bread!

 

A slice of the Tuscan round, which I liked better than the baguette. I finished almost one whole of this.

 

Salad of hearts of romaine lettuce with smoked salmon, bacon bits, croutons, and freshly saved parmesan cheese in a light vinaigrette.

 

A tight shot of the yummy smoked salmon.

 

A portion I served myself. I had a couple more helpings after this one!

 

The Steakhouse Clam Chowder

 

The star of the lunch – the fabulous air-dried aged U.S. steak! This was my first serving. Hahaha!

 

The steak with a side of sweet grilled vegetables. My favorite was the zucchini.

 

The sweetness of the grilled roma tomato went perfectly with a cut of steak doused with A1 steak sauce.

 

The steak came with plates of grilled vegetables – green beans, eggplant, carrots, onions, and zucchini.

 

... and the crunchiest French Fries!

 

Plenty of steak sauce options – mushroom, pepper, and a red wine reduction.

 

I had this Flourless Chocolate Cake for dessert. It had the most delicate texture and flavor, with the subtle hint of orange.

 

Mama Hen asked for this Apple Tart with a yummy steusel and a scoop of vanilla ice cream.

 

Others favored the Blueberry Cheesecake.

 

I washed everything down with Hot Green Tea infused with Jasmine Blossoms. The lady at the background is Ms. Jo – simply the most thoughtful colleague there is!

 

I sipped cold water from this lovely crystal.

 

I couldn't figure out what the stamps were on my dessert fork.

 

My Western-themed main course plate.

 

The very lovely and gracious Mama Hen (fifth from left) with the rest of the gang – Vi, Glendz, Vic, my good good friend Ms. Jo, Cynch, and Gus.

 

On our way out, it finally cleared.

 

View at the top, where the Steakhouse is.

 

I took this shot while we were speeding off... Wow, my Canon Digital IXUS 860IS has a good stabilizer!

 

All throughout the meal, I'd keep on glancing at this window beside me. I found the play of light through thick fog, through the frosted glass poignant and melancholic.

 

 

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Happy birthday, Batman

21 12 2009

That's the Batman mask I wore to a Halloween party in 2007. Yeah, Batman himself gave me this! Partner was a princess with Thumbelina wings. And oh yes, that's the Christian Bale, himself the Dark Knight on celluloid!

ONE OF my best friends who never cease to amaze me and make me feel proud (of him, of them) celebrated his birthday today, the 21st of December.  My day has been crazy, but even in the midst of all the many different things pulling me to so many different directions, I didn’t forget to greet him at least thru a text message first.

The fog was dense and settled really low, rendering visibility at Tagaytay Highlands to almost zilch.  It was freezing cold and I was threatened by limited dexterity.  Yet, the more I felt resolved to send out my greeting to the one person who has always helped nurture – and enable – the best things that I like about myself.

And of all the things that he has done for me, given me, or made me feel, his having time is what I have always appreciated.  Especially since his is a schedule that can make a mere mortal’s back break with a resounding snap.  I just couldn’t help but be at awe at how he juggles things.  And he does it pretty well because he has never missed a catch.

Last week, he just told me about closing his latest MBA term with flat 1’s – that is, 1.00 in the State University’s grading system – in all his subjects.  Wow.  Nobody does it better.  Really.

He knows that I have his best intentions at heart.  Not to mention prayers as he enters a new and exciting phase in his family life.

Again, happy birthday, Batman!  This may sound horrible, unoriginal and trite, but there is no other way to say it – THANKS FOR EVERYTHING.

We had Pata Tim at home. But I just had to whip up pasta in honor of Batman's birthday! Here's to a long life for the Caped Crusader!

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I didn’t guess who else was coming to dinner

18 12 2009

This display on the second level greets shoppers from the escalator landing.

 

Victorinox Swiss Army wristwatches has an ongoing show at The Podium.

 

I love all the drama of these golden Christmas trees hanging from the ceiling.

 

ONE THING that people get about me off the bat is that I am unorthodox.  But that is not to say that I’ve totally broken all sense of convention and tradition.  Because I haven’t.  One such tradition that I’ve observed since a couple of years ago is a December dinner night out with The Dark Knight – both because it’s his birthday on the 21st and it’s Christmas time.

Barring all the draining effects of the recession, I’ve managed to get two gifts still for Batman.  I wrapped the presents myself, bearing in mind just how finicky he could be with the gift-wrapping.  That’s yet another tradition I keep.  Gift-wrapping everything by myself, that is.  I’m saving talking about that on another post.

Normally, in the grand scheme of things, one would think that the balance is tipped favorably to Batman’s side as he gets two gifts against one he gets me for Christmas.  But no, once I put onto the scale all the other gifts he would give me just because, the balance tips my way.  But no, I’m not in the business of counting gifts.  It just so happens that I’ve never met anybody else who could put my own brand of generosity to shame.

Batman's gift!

Yet another one of Batman's great book gifts! Malcolm Gladwell's The Tipping Point.

Here are two gifts I myself wrapped for Batman!

Presenting to Batman the second gift.

We met up at the Megamall like we usually do, then walked our way to The Podium.  His cellphone rang and that was when I realized that the gifts weren’t the only surprises for the night.  There was a mystery guest.  I checked my personal cellphone and saw seven missed calls, all from the same number which wasn’t on my directory.  All from the same person speaking with the Caped Crusader at that very moment.  All from someone who came all the way back home from Korea – the Harryboy himself!

Crossing St. Francis Square, I glanced at Batman and before I could even finish my asking as to where we’d have dinner, my tongue curled from the last consonant sound I made and in one smooth rolling action said, “Indian!” in unison with the superhero to my right.  So off we went on our way to The New Bombay Authentic Indian Cuisine at the topmost level.  But not without first making requisite stops at shops I love – the Philip Stein boutique being foremost on my list.  With the ultimate “kunsintidor” (loosely translates to “enabler” in Englsh) beside me, I feared for my own limited resources.  Hahaha!  After the amiable sales associates rattled off the retail prices of two models I loved from the Prestige Collection, I knew it was time to remove myself physically from the premises.  Besides, they were still out of the yellow lizard leather strap I’ve been lusting after.

Comfortably seated at the restaurant, Batman and I first asked for drinks.  As expected, he asked for just house water, while I asked for steaming hot Indian tea with condensed milk.  Exchanging of gifts was the first order of business.  I hope Batman liked the simple gifts I came up with – with one actually taking more than two hours of unceasing staring at a host of options at Powerbooks at Town weeks ago.  Looking back now, I think I kept on babbling about all the effort I put into the gift-wrapping.  Hahaha!

We were in the middle of really animated conversation – one of my “binabasag ang katahimikan” (shattering my silence) moments – when a celestial being deigned to finally grace us with his glorious presence.  The Harryboy had landed.

Batman captions this photo: "Nagpapaliwanag."

Yes, that's the Harryboy. And Batman captions this one: "Nagpapaliwanag pa rin!"

Harryboy's wristwatch has my name written all over it! I want!

Harryboy and his wristwatch. Me likey that bling!

Unfortunately for Batman, I got gifts from the Oil Rigger.  (Hahaha!  Sorry, Batman.)  Finally, I laid my eyes on red string, rock crystal and sterling silver bracelets he got me from an online store in Korea.

Reminiscing seemed to be the theme of the night as we recollected good times from when we were all still working at the same company – where and when I wasn’t friends yet with their circle. But I knew them from afar and they knew me from afar.   I couldn’t imagine there was that time!

As Batman and Harryboy launched into catching up – as they really do have a lot of that to take care of – I took it upon myself to do all the ordering.  It was easy because The New Bombay happens to be a fave.  At one point, they even joked that I didn’t allow them to have a say on the evening’s gastronomic delights.  Anyway, I just made sure Batman and my usuals were part of the spread, plus a couple of new items.

We started with Chicken Soup (Php 85.00, already good for the three of us) and Butter Tandoori Roti (Php 75.00).  The soup was like a stew with the perfect blend of soy sauce and vinegar – but more on the sour side.  It was chockful with white chicken meat.  The chopped coriander leaves perfumed the dish with just the right amount of pungency.  I loved it.  And I think Batman did too (as Harry kept offering him his share.)  The bread was the traditional roti, baked to a chewy crisp in the tandoor.  Soaked well in good butter, it was good on its own.  But nothing prevented us from mopping the plentiful curry sauce with each piece we tore from the huge roti.

For our main courses, we asked for the Chicken Tikka Masala (Php 195.00), the Shrimp Goan Curry (Php 195.00), and the Mushroom & Green Peas Masala.  Of the many rice options, we decided on the Saffron Basmati Rice (Php 175.00).

Chicken Soup (with lots of fresh coriander leaves)

Butter Tandoori Roti

Shrimp Goan Curry

Chicken Tikka Masala

Mushroom & Green Peas Masala

Saffron Basmati Rice

As this dinner was Harryboy’s third of four mall stops for the night – having first gone to Galleria, then to TriNoMa – we had to let him go ahead to meet The Girlfriend at the nearby Megamall.

Batman and I continued our own catching up while taking a leisurely stroll of the fantabulously decorated The Podium.  At one point, I even managed to squeeze in checking on the services of a watch repair store at the basement as I have been meaning to have a vintage automatic wristwatch serviced.  But first we had to get Starbucks – really hot Starbucks.  I earned yet two more stickers on my way to snatching myself their 2010 planner.  No, two plus those that were already on cards Batman and Harryboy gave me over dinner.

This is it!

The best part of the night?  Harryboy demanded that he’d pay for dinner.  And Batman wouldn’t hear a word of me arguing the point as to why I should pay for coffee.  Oh, the joy of friends!

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Batman and Christmas trees

15 12 2009

White Christmas tree, Greenbelt 5, 2009.

White Christmas tree, Greenbelt 5, 2008. Can you see Batman and me in the Christmas ball?

I DIDN’T forget Batman when I made a post on Christmas trees, here.  I actually intended to post a separate entry for him.  I associate the Caped Crusader with white Christmas trees.  At Greenbelt 5 last year, we totally loved the silvery white trees.  This year, they put up really tall all-white trees, accented with giant snowflakes and glitters all over.  It doesn’t hurt that they put a white three-seater French sofa right in front of it.  Perfect for cam-whoring.

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I didn’t even have to activate the searchlight

4 12 2009

I WAS about to shine my Bat-signal into the sky of Thursday’s cold and breezy December night when my cellphone broke the quick swinging action I was about to give my searchlight.

I picked up my squealing electronic gadget and the text message sender’s name put a smile on my face as I snatched the thought that formed in the bubble atop my head.  Batman always knows whenever I need him.

I was having a crappy day – there’s always one from time to time – and nothing like a surprise from a really great friend made for a wonderful pick-me-upper.

Batman said that he sent over some things for me through the kindness of my officemate he’s classmates with in MBA.  And we’re not even in the twelve days of Christmas!

I can’t wait to get my hands on them today.  Thanks, Batman.  You made my week!

Batman, the Joker and eNTeNG c”,)™©

 

Superman and Batman

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Superman, the oil rigger, and Christmas trees

26 11 2009

CHRISTMAS IS so magical in the sense that even I could really smell it in the air – even here in the tropics – as if announcing its advent.  Crossing the street from Rustan’s Supermarket to Rustan’s Essences, the breeze that gently touched my cheek carried with it a hint of bedewed pine.

And I could definitely see it as the malls are now spruced up for the most wonderful time of the year.  A couple of Christmas trees actually caught my attention last night.

Blue Christmas tree

The blue one was very soothing to the eyes.  It brought to mind Superman as blue is one of his favorite colors.  And the white accents reflected his preference for white-faced wristwatches.

Autumn Christmas tree

The other one had shades of burnt orange, appearing actually very autumnal to me.  It managed to convey the warmth that the season brings to the heart.  I saw it and thought of the oil rigger, Harryboy, as autumn happens to be his favorite of the four seasons.

 

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Happy birthday, Superman!

23 11 2009

Happy birthday, SUPERMAN!

 

Superman dons the Barong Tagalog like no other. Happy birthday!

ONE THING about Superman:  he is so many wonderful things rolled into one.  And yet he doesn’t even seem to be aware of it.  I find that very cool.

Though we had been working in the same office for quite a while, it wasn’t until The Caped Crusader introduced us that The Man of Steel and I became friends.  And while I appreciate his having a telepathic mind, and bionic hearing, it’s his patience that I have come to appreciate the most.  Being friends with me means having to endure all the many many things I blab about.  I practically text – full-word, full-sentence – every thought that takes form in my head.  Good thing that the superheroes I text these messages to are capable of herculean exertions and infinite understanding.

Superman belongs to the sky.  And yet, I have never met anybody who is as grounded as this son of Krypton.  Achievement has never gone to his head.  And being friends with him, he allows me the sense of security and confidence that I could catch up with his fast pace.  That I too can do whatever I want and still be who I want to be.

He has always had genuine interest in the things that make me tick.  And while our likes couldn’t be any different, he doesn’t laugh at or trivialize the diversions that occupy my time and my thoughts.  I remember one time telling him about being breathless in anticipation about some movies, and he cheered my anticipation on.  This, while knowing that all that actually gets him excited lately is waiting for “Avatar, The Last Airbender.”  He knows I haven’t heard of this M. Night Shyamalan film – much less the animated series it is based on – but he never made me feel like a dork for not knowing.

Superman possesses the best qualities I can only aspire for.  Even Batman told me he’s one of the few really sensible people at work, almost habitually reserved in speech and not taken to grandiose gestures to draw attention to himself.  And Friendship said he’s really nice.

To me, he is the kind of friend with whom you can sit beside with, and not speak, yet you will walk away from the experience like you have just had the best conversation of your life.

And whenever I feel invisible or afraid that I will disappear by falling into a crack in the pavement, never to be seen or heard of again, he will ask how I am doing…  and suddenly I will realize I’m alive and I matter.

Today, Monday, the 23rd of November is his birthday.  Happy birthday, SUPERMAN!

 

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Midnight train but not to Georgia

13 11 2009
Harryboy - at the North Pole DSC-0083

That's Harryboy at a ski resort.

HARRYBOY is taking the midnight bus – yes, not the train – for a four-and-a-half-hour ride to Seoul, South Korea.  I wish him a safe and pleasant trip.  He actually told me that he will most likely fall into deep slumber the very moment his back hits the cushioned seat.

But Harryboy, please don’t miss your stop!  So, see you in December?  Then 2010…  in the winter!

Take care in Seoul!

Harryboy - The Collegian DSC-0834

That's Harryboy, the Collegian. Really really nice... hoodie.

Harryboy - Autumn Leaf DSC-0604

Autumn Leaves, perfectly and expertly captured by Harryboy.

Edit:  14 November 2009, 11:23 AM – I just woke up and saw Harryboy to be online.  As it turns out, he’s at a subway station in Seoul.  He’s on his iPod Touch, I’m on my laptop.  Technology rocks.

 

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Separation anxiety

11 11 2009

THERE ARE exactly fourteen pages left on my 16-month STARBUCKS® Date Book & Journal (with weekly calendar views – seven days on one page – and journal pages) from Singapore.  Partner handed it to me personally over dinner at Abé in Serendra, 28th October 2008.  My short account of the sumptuous spread we had that night (bamboo rice, crispy pork adobo, and gising-gising), dessert at Cupcakes by Sonja (chocolate cream pie and pumpkin sweet spice cupcake), and boxes upon boxes of Krispy Kreme we later lugged to her car, was my very first entry on this journal.

Starbucks Singapore Planner 02

My first entries on my 16-month STARBUCKS® Date Book & Journal from Singapore. The accounts earlier than October 28 were transferred from the Moleskine® I retired when I got this one from Partner.

And now, in 50 days, I will have to say goodbye to this planner.  And like most before it, I shall scribble my final thoughts of the year that will have been, close the back cover, and keep it in a box together with its predecessors.

In these times when text messaging has taken care of our spelling skills, when the speed at which information travels has practically obliterated any hope for kids to develop patience as they grow up, and with appointments and reminders conveniently set on calendars we keep in our cellphones, I’ve never stopped keeping an actual notebook – and actually writing in them longhand.

And this particular Starbucks® date book and journal has really served me well.  Just last night, I went through it again, from page one.  And it left like reading a novel – only obviously, an abridged version at best of what really had gone on in my head.  Yes, my thoughts on paper may appear long – worse, long-winded – but they had most likely been condensed.  Writing in cursive allows me that.  Or its exact opposite, accounting for every minute detail.

There’s nothing like setting down in full each letter as they form in my head, cursively connecting them into words without lifting my writing implement of choice from the surface of the paper.  It’s therapeutic.  It’s relaxing.  It’s not letting each emotion, each thought, each feeling…  pass me by.

Anybody and anything that have found their way to my planner’s pages are actually somebody and something in my life.

Starbucks Singapore Planner 00

How the latest page looked like a couple of days ago.

 

Latest 111009 Entry

Latest entries as of yesterday afternoon.

 

Notebook - Starbucks 01

Retiring in 50 days...

 

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