Monday, June 27, 2016

FAT BIKES AND FOLDING BIKES

Fact is I did not miss Bonn, fell asleep midway into the EiU campaign presentation, and amused myself with Caucasians telling us what ails the Philippine coconut industry.

I did finally broke the mystery of the Ninoy Aquino Parks and Wildlife Center and the Magallanes Station of the MRT. 


I walked long under the high afternoon sun to the bike I'm gonna buy, in Tondo, a short walk from Binondo. 


I should have bought more raffle tickets, or should have pretended to have bought and cheated to win the fat bike, and then we'll have four bikes, the folding bike to be bought in Binondo and the fat bike won in the raffle with AGT and LDQ, instead of me riding the motorbike while Bulan and Balong race on real bikes.   



Happy 18th birthday Bulan, may the bonsai we trimmed live forever, may you wear the sablai after three more years, and may the Dutch embassy deny my visa application so I can take you and Balong and Nanay to a weekend in Manila who I dreamed to be bike-friendly enough someday so I can ride my folding bike from Quezon City to Old Manila and back.   

Monday, June 20, 2016

BARAS AND THE FENG SHUI TO A GREAT TEAM

A hill overlooking a lake.

A pool spilling into the sky.


Not just another hill but a knoll of the mighty Sierra Madre.


Not just a lake but the basin of Laguna.


The longest mountain and the largest lake in one frame.


The spaces poked by physical form in the right places.


Wind, earth, and water in harmony. 



Great teams are built on respect and trust. 

Way beyond MBTIs, workshops, and consultants.

Earned, not demanded or freely given.

Without respect there is no trust.

Without trust there is no love.

Without love there is no team. 


Emails can never replace face-to-face conversations.

Systems will never overrule logic and reason.

Intellectual savvy can never surpass kindness and compassion.

And a team within a team will never be a team.


I've worked with great teams. 

Not sophisticated, never classy, but great.

I can compare, and I say I've seen better, and they have less.

It's not complicated really.

Three words: respect, trust, love.


Happy Fathers' Day everyone!

Tuesday, June 14, 2016

KONTRA BULALO

Tagaytay = Taal Lake and Bulalo.

At hindi ako nabigo dahil ang lawa ang huhulugan ng dungaw sa malapad na bintana ng tinutuluyan kong trying hard Greek Villa sa Estancia Resort Hotel... 


...at tig-isang wataw na binulalong biyas ng baka ang inihaing hapunan sa unang araw ng paglalaro namin ng sawsaw suka, na mabuti na lamang at maraming sahog na gulay na siyang nagtawid sa akin hanggang almusal kinabukasan. 


Low salt, low fat.

Hindi pa puede ang bulalo, ang sisig, at ang crispy pata sa Leslie's na epektibo namang nakontra ng matabang na chop suey, tustadong tawilis, at napakaasim na sinigang na tanigue.   


Bulalo forever but meanwhile never.

Kasama na diyan ang anumang karne at lasang baka, katulad ng keso, kaya nagkasya muna ako pansamantala sa Vegetariana [salad tomato, spinach, green bell pepper, mushrooms, black olives, pineapple bits, onions] at ilang pirasong crunchy taco [minus the ground beef] para itulak ang tukso ng Margherita with Kesong Puti [walang karne pero may keso] sa Carlo's Pizza.  


Hindi nakaporma sa Kontra Bulalo ang mga ipinagbawal sa Tagaytay...