july 15, 2005. friday.
the loss of a cellphone may not matter, in the final analysis, in the greater scheme of things that one can call life.
one could as easily just have lost one's life in the defense of property (cellphone) as can be readily observed in those morbid single paragraphs in the crime sections of daily tabloids.
the inevitable reflex of the mind, to rationalize: it could have been worse. as it was, all it was, really, was a couple of gents (hoods?) staking out a likely target, making well rehearsed moves, and emerging with their prize.
as i told the production manager, hopefully their families (if they had any) would benefit from the cash influx obtained by the sale of my cellphone.
or i could equally wish them all visited by a plague of misfortune.
but that's not how the world operates, such as it is. property and ownership can be a fleeting thing, it just depends on chance at times.
and retribution? we'll never know.
all i know is that if there's a next time, when someone sits beside me in a non-crowded jeep a trifle too closely (and somewhat forward, too), it's time to check the pockets.
Friday, July 15, 2005
Friday, July 08, 2005
a couple of chocolate eclairs and a short cafe mocha for lunch
...odd as it may seem.
but that's not what this entry is about (sorta).
this makes twice this week that i've indulged in having a couple of chocolate eclairs as my "pastry of choice" to go with my default short cafe mocha fix, and calling that "lunch".
both times, there were some flies doing their thing in the airconditioned enclosedness of the starbucks at alabang town center.
...wonder if they ought to invest in an active bug zapper device, like the one that sits outside the italianni's across the way, sending flying bugs into the netherworld with an almighty "crack!" and a brief flash of electricity arcing across closely spaced wires with the bug forming the completed circuit...
back to the starbucks. a day or two before, one of the flies managed to land on the backside (from the vantage point of my coworker, that is) of a particular chocolate cake that he'd fancied on for his lunch thing. to the effect that he studiously avoided that part of the cake thereafter, leaving a thin wall of icing and cake standing on the saucer when he was done.
today, he decided to go against the grain and went with some sort of flakey pastry triangle with meat filling as opposed to the dome cake ("tartuffo" as per italianni's) that he'd liked the first time he tried it.
no, the flies did not land on the pastry.
the fly landed in his drink.
it was some sort of tea in boiling water, and as he was stirring a couple of tablespoons of honey into it, a large-ish fly (of the metallic-colored variety that sometimes hang in the still air of some mornings, perhaps asleep on the wing) swooped in (attracted by the honey, maybe) and likely got overwhelmed by the scalding steam from the tea...
...and was instantly stilled in the freshly boiled and brewing tea, with none of the thrashing about that most winged bugs indulge in when trapped by the surface tension of a drink one is nursing at the moment.
suffice to say that he had the drink replaced post-haste.
...there. just a random moment of, well, randomness.
but that's not what this entry is about (sorta).
this makes twice this week that i've indulged in having a couple of chocolate eclairs as my "pastry of choice" to go with my default short cafe mocha fix, and calling that "lunch".
both times, there were some flies doing their thing in the airconditioned enclosedness of the starbucks at alabang town center.
...wonder if they ought to invest in an active bug zapper device, like the one that sits outside the italianni's across the way, sending flying bugs into the netherworld with an almighty "crack!" and a brief flash of electricity arcing across closely spaced wires with the bug forming the completed circuit...
back to the starbucks. a day or two before, one of the flies managed to land on the backside (from the vantage point of my coworker, that is) of a particular chocolate cake that he'd fancied on for his lunch thing. to the effect that he studiously avoided that part of the cake thereafter, leaving a thin wall of icing and cake standing on the saucer when he was done.
today, he decided to go against the grain and went with some sort of flakey pastry triangle with meat filling as opposed to the dome cake ("tartuffo" as per italianni's) that he'd liked the first time he tried it.
no, the flies did not land on the pastry.
the fly landed in his drink.
it was some sort of tea in boiling water, and as he was stirring a couple of tablespoons of honey into it, a large-ish fly (of the metallic-colored variety that sometimes hang in the still air of some mornings, perhaps asleep on the wing) swooped in (attracted by the honey, maybe) and likely got overwhelmed by the scalding steam from the tea...
...and was instantly stilled in the freshly boiled and brewing tea, with none of the thrashing about that most winged bugs indulge in when trapped by the surface tension of a drink one is nursing at the moment.
suffice to say that he had the drink replaced post-haste.
...there. just a random moment of, well, randomness.
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