Exactly a month ago today, I attended a rare and almost impromptu reunion with former colleagues and good friends from my ACI/IBM days. A very dear friend, Dyk Raymundo, was to leave the country for New Zealand in less than two weeks. He’ll be joined there by his wife Jen shortly after and, together, they’ll try and establish a new life for themselves in the land of the Kiwis. For good. Continue reading
“Good, better, best” used to have an entirely different meaning to us a decade ago. †Burt, Dyk, JB, Poms and myself coined “good, better, best” as our not-so-secret code to describe our once-in-a-bluemoon escapades. †After weeks of hard-core, geeky work we would decide to paint the town red on Pom’s trusty old Honda Civic ESi. †As you might have guessed, “good” refers to the first stage of our 3-stage adventures. †”Best” is the ultimate stage, and though we might have bragged about a lot of “bests,” the truth is we often hardly reach that stage. †Either we were already all too drunk mid-way on “better” or our cash reserves had already ran dry. Continue reading
