My afternoon started right after lunch.
I had a very insightful meeting with someone that I will be featuring in my project. I told her it won't take too much time, but it turned out that there were a lot of things we could talk about. In fact, I told her it would only take about 15-20 minutes, but we talked for two hours and still we look forward for another meeting about a lot more other things. I was even late for my other meeting set to this day.
Well, if you guys know me, late for me is a meeting where I cannot be there fifteen minutes before.
This other meeting was with one of my biggest sponsors for my project and you can find a glimpse of what went on here. We talked at his office about his proposal for the first quarter of this year and I said that I will still have to qualify the proposal, since it's a bit leaning towards politics - which I am trying to avoid.
But anyway, he told me he would like a cup of coffee and a smoke and asked me if it was okay for us to go out to get one. I thought he'd take me to the coffee shop in the mall which was quite near a recording booth. Something I didn't like. When someone's paid to record his songs in that booth, it was such a noise even if he sings good. The speakers are just too loud and not really that conducive if you want to have conversations.
But no, he didn't. He led me outside and into a small canteen beside the mall. The place is called Masuwerte Canteen. He ordered coffee and it was served in a styro cup, which remind me of those chais and coffees that I order in Dubai. But, at least it isn't served in those empty coffee glasses like those Blend 45 days.
That was a good coffee! I told him. And he said that's why I brought you here. Well, aside from the silence in the place, I enjoyed the coffee and we were able to talk about more of his proposals on that place. It's actually beside the jeepney station beside the mall, the place where the jeepneys park while waiting for their dispatch. It was quiet, not so many people, no sounds coming from speakers.
How I really love life's simple pleasures.
Friday, November 19, 2010
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
This news here is sad. I remember when I left for Dubai more than two years ago. Even before that, I told myself, I am not going to leave ...
-
Every morning, I passed by a construction site on my way to the bus stop. I happened to notice this a few mornings ago. I was thinking wha...
-
I was watching PBB last night. Without knowing that "Habang May Buhay" started, we didn't know that the time slot was changed...
-
In the book I was reading, 'The Last of the Mohicans,' by James Fenimore Cooper, I got this quote: "Manifest no distrust, or yo...
-
I am reading this book "Gomorrah," by Robert Saviano (you can find my comments here ) and there is a part there I read yesterday w...
-
I asked the nurse if I got the name right. And she said yes, it's Karen in Rm. 307. I was in Rm. 313. I said I wanted to visit her, b...
-
* Just an observation: Why is it that Kuya Kim is always wearing orange? I hope it's just a coincidence that when I see him, he happe...
-
Remember how, when we were kids, our folks tell us to not just butt in on conversations? Back then I know that it makes us feel like we were...
-
Apples and pears and everything else ♫ ♪Cream colored ponies and crisp apple streudles Doorbells and sleighbells ♫♪ and schnitzel with n...
-
Pip and I both have an anonymous benefactor. His was someone who saw him through his education. Mine was to help me to through my treatmen...
No comments:
Post a Comment