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Writer. Wheelman. Occasional DIY mechanic. Walking collection of hang-ups. Hopeless romantic. Old-school. Analog soul in a digital world. I am all of these things and more.

Monday, February 06, 2006

Bon voyage Auntie

Auntie Carole left for America at 8am today, after a two-week stay at our house. We woke up at 4am this morning to pack her stuff and fetch her to the airport three hours early.

I feel slightly guilty that I wasn’t able to spend more time with her. In the span of the two weeks she was here, I was busy with graduation matters, badminton and job-hunting while she was with Mama and Bianx going to such places as Antonio’s in Tagaytay, Market! Market! and Baguio City. Even more, she’s a genuinely likable fellow, along with Uncle Butch and their kids Czasha and JB in South Pasadena—and I rarely find genuinely likable people in any branch of my family, to be honest.

There will be other times, I suppose. Right now I just wish her a safe trip going back home.

I sang the high-pitched tenor part for “Awit ng Paghilom” yesterday unassisted by other fellow tenors as I was the only one there. I felt the pressure to deliver a loud part, and it wasn’t all nice—after the song I felt I had gone wrong somewhere and felt it took a toll on my throat. Ate Nessa was kind enough to back me up.

Judging from how the others reacted I think I did well though. Thanks.

Job-hunting has proved interesting so far. No real results yet though. Sigh.

Lately I’ve been brushing up on my Initial D skills, now with the “eraser” technique, on time trials along the Akina downhill route. It does work, and my times confirm it (shaved a massive 4 seconds), but it takes a lot of time to perfect using it. Too often I end up one gear too high and kissing the barriers because I failed to downshift into the proper gear after doing the eraser. Also I think I’m doing eraser backwards.

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