My Adidas King of the Road 2009 Experience
Last Sunday, together with some friends, my boyfriend and I ran at the Adidas King of the Road 2009. I thought we would be getting some royal treatment for Php500 (our most expensive run to date), and the reputation of the organizer (hello, Adidas), but I couldn’t have been more wrong.
I have been to only three runs (one as an audience), but of all the three, the Adidas King of the Road was the worst. The Condura Run for Home was ok—the spirit was light and lively, the cause was made pretty obvious, and the run was a bit more organized. Globe’s Run for Home, so far, is the best run I’ve attended. I’m not saying this because I was connected with them back when I ran, but because I was not hassled in anyway. The race packet distribution was quick, the registration was hassle-free, and the race itself was awesome—Champion Chips were distributed (for a mere Php300 race fee), there were drink stations every kilometer or so (approximately), and the race results were highly detailed.
With Adidas King of the Road, I expected (maybe this is where I was wrong), to at least drink water without having to worry whether or not it is clean and potable, and I expected to be able to run without hassle, knowing what kilometer we were onto. Don’t get me started on the pre-race, too. Claiming the race kits was a total hassle (read a fellow Blogger’s take on the claiming day mess here).
Maybe I really just set my expectations too high, or maybe I didn’t do my homework—-while running, my friend told me that every year, it’s the same situation. She’s been to five Adidas KOTR runs, so I asked her, as I was rather baffled, why she keeps on attending every year. Her answer was simple: she likes the colorful singlets. Singlets or no singlets, Adidas and the organizers could have improved on the race’s bad aspects, considering that Adidas KOTR has been in Manila for a long time now. Oh well, it was still a nice enough experience, but I guess I would just have to wait til next year to see if they would improve.
Anyway, below are some photos from the event. I hope you enjoyed KOTR. 
Best Night Ever: Paul van Dyk in Manila 2009
Paul van Dyk’s 2009 Asian tour, promoting his new single Home, is one awesomely memorable night. We had to stand, walk, and dance for six freaking hours (I was in high heels!), but we don’t care.
Seeing Paul van Dyk, hearing his entrancing music, and best of all getting to touch his hands and face, make it all worth the ankle, leg, and knee pain.
I am still at a loss for words, so I’d let the photos do the talking. Have fun!
Chiquito Turns One: Happy Birthday to the Best Dog in the World
The best dog in the world, our adorable Chiquito, turns one today, October 12.
He sleeps upside-down, sometimes with his head on a pillow; stretches out his arms and legs like he owns the bed; sometimes snores like a man and often sighs like a baby. He wants to eat what we eat and drink what we drink, but of course he can’t have his way all the time. He barks and chases at cats and birds, runs after strangers who ’smell’, and patiently waits for his mommy and daddy to come home with ‘pasalubong‘ for him.
He loves sticking his head out of the car’s open window, obsessively thrusts his pink nose into anything that catches his attention, and playfully digs his teeth and cute little paws into sand, soil, blankets, toilet paper, and anything with a texture he couldn’t resist.
He despises the smell of cigarettes and refuses to kiss anyone who smells of it. He hates it when fire is lit in front of him, especially if from a cigarette lighter—actually, he’s just scared. He abhors any form of violence (e.g. fighting, shouting, and pushing), and tries his best to stop it by jumping on the people (pretend) fighting.
He likes being in the limelight and tries to be as cute as can be when surrounded by people he know and like. He snuggles when he feels cold, or when he senses that you are not feeling well. He licks people’s faces when he likes them, when he wants them to wake up, when he’s hungry and want them to feed him, when he’s happy and thankful for them doing him a favor (really), or when asking for their permission so he can go out and play.
He’s lovable even without him trying to be, and he’s adorable even when in his worst mood.
I know there will be more birthdays to come for our little Chiquito, and we’re sure that each year will be just as exciting as the next. I can’t wait. <3
