Sporadically, A Blast

There was one night before the beginning of work when having a 41st floor view of the city lives up to its promise of a panorama. It was a night with fireworks display all over the Makati Business District. Fireworks were launched from the top floor of many skyscrapers, hotel rooftops, from the bay, somewhere from the Global City in Fort Bonifacio. These fireworks, blasting itself off all over the city, its outskirts, buildings from every corner, marks an occasion I just didn’t know.

These fireworks exploded for a full hour. Enough time to think how fascinating, how the universe coming out of this big fucking bang.

Perhaps there's no occasion.

It’s like how life, sporadically, makes you live to have a blast.


Going out wiht the girlfiriend:
*H. arrives in Manila from his brave and noble stop-the-war-stint-in-Iraq. We have dinner at the Korean Palace in Malate with B., E., M&L, ___, and ___. We head to the Café Adriatico in baywalk for drinks and we glorify Letran and humor ourselves with things like the rather eerie foundation day practice of kissing St. Liem de Paz’s bone/relic. And President Manuel Quezon vandalizing his grade school desk. What other school has produced a president who had such cute vandalism?
*A laugh-trip movie at Greenbelt 3. Fancy dinner at Cascada – seafood paella and lamb chops, chiken tikka. Just as I fancied it, in average-sized servings. I'm so happy with D.'s excellent taste. Downstairs, the Philippine Madrigal Singers serenade us. Then we watch them sing up close in front of Greenbelt’s Zen garden. We head to Panay to meet up with H., the P. crowd and high school friends for pizza and beer.
*In rare display of industriousness for driving, I pick up D. at home and we head to General Trias, Cavite to attend her friend’s wedding. She sang the finale, on the mezzanine of a beautiful stone church. Hearing her sing makes all the effort worth it. Then we head back to Makati for a drink with my two tall friends, ___ and ___ at Bistro 110.
*Dinner at Casa Armas with M&L, E., just when I was craving for Paella. We sober up at Coffee Bean before going home to drink again in O.'s party.