My high school batch is celebrating our silver jubilee in a year and a half and I’ve been regrouping with people from the batch. My contribution to this whole she-bang is my work on the website which has give me a chance to work with one of the real artists in our group, Millet Henson. She’s helping us out with the graphics/artwork, and I’m trying to make something readable on the web. It’s been slow as we all have our dayjobs — and with practically 300 people in the batch, dealing with personalities has become frustrating at times but Millet’s humor has been refreshing in the face of otherwise challenging characters.
Now a freelance artist, Millet’s body of work in animation makes me proud to be — even if distantly — related somehow to her genius. Google the name for a complete listing and you’ll know what I mean. (Please don’t say baka maiyak ka na naman.. LOL) What knocks me off my feet is her irreverent humor which never fails to hit me hard.
Talking about the turbo cooker as we know it in Manila, Millet stopped by with this comment:
my mom WORSHIPS her philippine-assembled turbo. we always called it the ‘poor man’s microwave’ 🙂
We had one of these, too, back home and I thoroughly enjoyed cooking with it. So imagine my shock when I got Chef Randall’s Turbo cooker here. Totally different. But Millet’s right in saying this is the poor man’s microwave — not quite the same but works along the same lines. I was actually thinking about getting one the last time I was in Manila until I realized I didn’t have room despite the luggage allowance for four passengers. Maybe next time..
I woke up to the familiar smell of fresh dew outside. I looked out the window and realized it had been raining. The airconditioner drowned out the pitter-patter of the rain but the atmosphere outside was undeniably wet. It was one of those mornings when I would’ve chosen instead to stay home and just sleep the day away — but work was a big distraction.
The rain had stopped by the time I walked out the door. It’s been mild all day — but there’s still a threat of rain all week. Give us more, I say — it’s been scorching hot in New York. We hit the high 70s today which is H-O-T, but it does not quite hit you as hard as the kind of heat we know in Manila.
Maybe it’s because my brain was preconditioned to think of resting and just lazing away that I ended up feeling lethargic at work. I did manage to work, but I had to postpone a few things for tomorrow.
It was totally dry by the time I headed home. It was a sight to see my baby down by the walk with one of his grandma’s and he excitedly met me halfway. That smile completely energized me! It gave me my second wind to end the day right.