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Friday, March 31, 2006
03.31.06 Fri 5:20pm LSS: Oo - Up Dharma Down First Drip On A Summer It was raining when I woke up this morning. Up to this time, past 5pm, there are occasional drizzles. Anyway, this would not be a long one. I am trying to finish some office work. I am actually touring Europe with the list in front of me. Also, I am listening to Marley but my LSS is UdD's. I just have 10 thoughts this day: 1.) Listerine's price already went up. My last bottle was P117.50. I bought one yesterday at it was already P128. 2.) I just noticed in my receipt from the drugstore downstairs, my multivitamins was affected by E-VAT. Tsk. Tsk. 3.) I saw Miggy Chavez, Chico Sci's vox, last last night at the MRT. He looked like a girl for his eye make up. And he was as thin as me. I was suppose to hum their song, "Paris." 4.) I had my first taste of something from North Park. Yang Chow. Thanks to Kim. 5.) Last last night, Wednesday, I saw my two former neighbors and a classmate in the same the bus I was riding. They didn't recognize me. I just didn't mind calling them and pretended I was sleeping. 6.) Last night, this same high school classmate was also in the bus I was riding. He seated at the back of my seat. I was already smiling when he went in but he again didn't recognize me. I pretended to be sleeping again after. 7.) My celfone deposit number yesterday was 806. As I was about to claim my phone and log out, the time in the clock was 8:06pm. This does not happen always. 8.) Below the MRT North station were rallyists this morning. They were collecting signatures to stop charter change. Actually, I am for it given that GMA would not benefit from it but the people. And this survey of the gov't for charter change already reached our place. The whole family said no for this matter. The rally was okay. I just didn't like the choice of words used by the one who was using the megaphone. I particularly didn't like him using the word, "manikluhod" in his speech. He sounded like a trapo (traditional politician). I think they should stop saying matatalinhagang salita and those words that might sound new to this generation. They should say it straight and with no leeway. 9.) My crush in the office already knows me. :blush: (Yes! Alam na nya na i exist in the company.) It would be my restday tomorrow and on Sunday. My shift would be moved an hour early due to the US's DST. So, I would be here before 10am starts. 10.) Also, I registered in blogger.com last Feb 2004. My first post, which I deleted, was made March 2004. Now my very first post was dated back in April 2004. I have no work tomorrow so I couldn't post. I'll just greet my blog today. Happy 2nd  Birthday,Unstable Dancer!!!
posted by Arn  at 5:49 PM
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Thursday, March 30, 2006
03.30.06 Thur
3:44pmLSS: She Rocks - Ben Jellen I already know the name of the chapel located at Greenbelt. It's the Sto. Nino de Paz Chapel. If you go gimicking to the nearby establishments, you might as well drop by the chapel first. It has a nice feel and the lights at night add solemnity in the area. I wonder if the ducks, which I took pictures of late last year, are still there. ****************** I had pork steak, rice and tukneneng. I was suppose to buy myself a backed mac for my snack. Unfortunately, no styro was available. I could only imagine how that cheese melts like. ****************** Habang nakapila ako sa bilihan ng pagkain, isang babae na kasunod ko ang nagtanong kung pwede daw bang magtanong sa akin. Syempre, um-oo naman ako. Tinanong lang nya kung saan ko nabili 'tong Calvin and Hobbes kong t-shirt. Sinabi ko naman sa Landmark pero matagal na yun. Sinabi nya na di na daw kasi nagre-reprint dito. Pili muna kami ng bibilhin namin...Tapos, nagtanong uli siya... Tinanong nya kung matagal na matagal na daw ba yun nung nabili ko. Sabi ko, oo. (Kasi bago pa ko mag-1st year college yun. Eh, second year pa lang ako ngayon. Haha! Hindi, almost 8 years na din tong t-shirt ko na 'to, eh). Sabi ko, check din nya dun sa mall. Sabi nya wala na daw dun. Hanap na ko ng upuan at kumain na ko ng lunch. ****************** Yesterday, my teammates and I were talking about our dream jobs. My first job wasn't one. My second, which is also my current, isn't either. Actually, I didn't imagine myself in a call center since I had no idea what it is to be here until I had my first live call on Dec 24th, 2003. So far so good. The lists of my dream jobs are saved in my phone. In no random order, they are: professor (if I'd be this, that would be beating up my fear of people), poet, volunteer, photographer and this work that would allow me to travel and conserve nature (this is in line with my degree). But now, I also want to learn something more about pc applications (animation, flash and stuff), music composition and film (See how much indie production kicked me... fearless, experimental, expressive, etc.). But the words art and poet are too "heavy" for me. So, I would settle with someone who writes, takes photos, helps in making music and film. But I am not frustrated getting at least one of them. To quote a singer, "We sometimes find ourselves in a place we least expect to be in." ****************** Nakakainis yung mga pasaherong hindi sanay magsabi ng "Excuse me" at yung mga hindi nakakaintindi ng ibig sabihin ng bus stop. ****************** Summer. Yes to sun and wind-burned lips. Also, mouthsores. But I say no to sore eyes. ****************** Ba't kaya may ibang barkadahang flashy? Partida na ang siksikang mrt kahapon. Pero itong isang grupo ng barkada na binubuo ng tatlong lalaking nakapang-gimik na suot ang may kulay ang buhok, eh nakakainis ang usapan. Basta may binabanggit silang tambayan nila sa may Marikina. Lahat na ata ng mga andun, dude, eh nabanggit. At kinalaunan, lahat ng klaseng kape sa Starbucks. Nagpipilitan silang mag-mocha frap, rhumba, brewed coffee, etc, etc. Boses nila ang lumalamon sa halos kalahati ng coach. Namedrop ng namedrop. Baka nakalahad lang ang palad ng mga 'to sa mga magulang nila.
posted by Arn at 4:48 PM
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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
03.29.06 Wed
4:08pmMusic: the song with the lyrics, "...if I keep my heart out of sight..." Sign Me Up
Cloudy Wednesday. Cool but I do not want rain to pour my way for two reasons: 1.) I am wearing a cream slacks; and 2.) I am wearing my white canvas shoes. No way would I want these two be splurged with mud and wet dirt. I started this morning with a prayer. Naks. Yep. I dropped by Greenbelt Chapel (What is the name of this chapel again?). Tomorrow would be the last day for filling of an application for a certain position here in the office. I've already given my interest on this one. I even sent my information to this department via email. Now, all I need is my resume and my accomplished application form. I was having second thoughts. Until now, I am. After my prayer, I sat on the pew for awhile. Again, I was asking a sign to God about what move shall I take. There was nothing specific. And I thought no signs at all would show. (Read about my post when suddenly a bird flew to the altar then gave me one chirp?). But as I sat there, the lights inside the chapel lit up. And I took that as a yes from the Big Guy. Oh, now. I have reprinted my resume. And I am about to gather my thoughts in answering my application form. God bless us! ****************** It was fast. Those hotdogs and rice bored me already. I just eaten these hotdogs without anything. I also think that the microwave oven adds to my bore. And the pantry. The whole ambiance of it. I miss 5/f. After hotdogs, I took in my Clusivol capsule. I think among all that I've tried, this one makes me feel I am nutritionized (Haha! Whatta term.). Seriously, aside from Incremin which I took in my toddler years, Clusivol would be another multivatimin that I trust. Btw, my pee looks oh-so-yellow after taking this capsule. I was hungry. And that timing was right since it was my teammate's lunchtime. So, I asked her to buy me some burger with a fancy name from KFC. I did enjoy it for I was hungry. But it could've been better if I had Burger Machine's. Hotdogs and a burger were not enough. I then openned a pack of Blue SKies onion spring crackers. Hmm, it's been since last year that I am patronizing Blue SKies. But it never bored me. More than anything, this shift gives me headaches about food. Food that should get me by until my lunchtime. My lunchtime becomes my snacktime already. Though it is fine, I still think that any moment I would leave and go home already. I miss my previous shift. Oh, it should be past tense. I missed my previous shift. Now I must say that I love it now. Boring but loving it. It was a blessing in disguise. Why? Because next month, April, would mean DST (Daylight Saving Time). And yey! Hiphip Hooray! I would be coming to and leaving the office an hour early. I could manage not to be late. But if I was still in my former shift, 7am, I might be late and that would mean bidding farewell to white rabbit (Some program in the office). I would not be able to log in before 6am when DST kicks in. I was sad but now I know I shouldn't be. Okay. That's about it, I guess. d-_-b
posted by Arn at 5:22 PM
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Tuesday, March 28, 2006
03.28.06 Tues
6:39pmHayayayIt'll be an hour and a few minutes still before I go home. This shift bores me. Puts me to sleep. Of course, I could not sleep since the entrance/exit door to some employees is on my left. I am not suppose to post anything because I am feeling tired. But I do not want to spoil the rest of my shift staring at my monitor as it shows a run-time error message. Pancit molo and a cup and a half of rice were part of my lunch. In the canteen I eat at, almost none was left from their menu. My lunchtime is the snacktime of the employees of other companies. That canteen had that pasta with red sauce, by the way. As I was enjoying the hot soup of my pancit, I just thought two things security guards. First is the reason why one of their hands has a white glove and the other has a wooden stick. I would notice that everytime I enter a building. Lastly, the part of their hand between the index finger and thumb has a tattoo, initials to be exact. Are those part of an initiation right before one would be turn into a full-pledge security guard. Anyway, I'd just leave it at that. So, after eating lunch, I went straight waiting for the elevator. And I noticed one of the people waiting was a finalist in the tv reality show, Hollywood Dream which was aired at Channnel 5. I forgot her name. But she is pretty. She is small. She looks like a theatre actress. I do not know. But she is nonetheless noticable. Let's rewind a few hours before my lunchtime. For the second time, I had breakfast here in the office. Two hotdogs and a cup of rice. I purposely left my lunchbox in my locker since I already washed my microwavable container from my meal yesterday. So, I just wrapped the hotdogs in an aluminum foil and the rice I bought from another canteen that I pass by going to work. It may be boring eating hotdogs and rice repeatedly. I might try pan de sal and hotdog and cheez whiz perhaps. But I want rice in the morning. Shall I replace hotdog, then? But I already have a kilo of it. So, stick with it. That's okay. Besides, rice might help giving me more mass. Plus, I am taking a multivitamin after breakfast. Can't wait to have my own weighing scale. Yes, now I remember that I need to checkout this department store for this scale. Yes. Yes. Let's rewind a litte more. I am now waking up late. I mean late. Yes. My alarm is set to 5am (previously 3:30am for my past shift). Well, that's late to me. But my alarm, it was BEP's Hey Mama mp3 - kinda outdated but it surely beats me up, does no good to me one I hit stop instead of snooze. I only remember using it's snooze option twice only. I am so used to pressing stop totally. So, it did alarmed at 5am and I turned it off. I allowed myself to sleep for 10 minutes. Well, I think it's still 10 minutes so I sleep. I opened my eyes and check my phone. It was already 5:47am. But I am not much in a hurry. I thought, though, that it would be raining due to the grey sky. But sun still proved me wrong and showed me why he is king. It was morning but no morning chill. It was scoarching summer hot. Anyway, I got pissed by my two brothers after I woke up. My mom's suppose to be up by 4:45am to cook for their lunch. She was also suppose to be in my tito's house before 6am. Yet she was still lying on her bed when I tried to wake her up. She even asked if it's just 4:30am. I said not. My mom ranted because my brothers didn't wake her up. Hmm, I pushed my mom to be mad at them since they were not able to do that simple task. I told her that she reminded two but none responded. I also told her not to cook for their lunch anymore and let them do their own cooking. They're grown ups, even taller than me. If I only I could hit their heads with hammer I would. But I am a peace-loving, merciful creature so I won't. Even if you bribe me a million. I won't. But if my mom would be the one to hit them, I would be the one to bribe her something. Hehe. No, seriously. My brothers need some spanking. End of post. Have a nice dinner. Good night. And sweet dreams. But don't sleep when your stomach is full. Uki?
posted by Arn at 7:15 PM
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Monday, March 27, 2006
03.27.06 Mon
6:26pmSpank UI am just finishing my last break at work. My first post for this day was okay. But I think I have another story that has just unfolded. After I filled up my two liquid containers with water, I took a leak... The set up of our men's restroom here is like this: two cublicles then a urinal beside the last wall of the cubicle. Then, another urinal perpendicular to the location of the first three mentioned above. I took the urinal adjacent to the cublicles. I was the only one peeing when an officemate went in and took the cublicle beside the urinal I was peeing in. I was busy unloading when I felt a sudden gush of something on my left foot. (I am wearing slippers today.) The other guy peeing inside the cubicle didn't aim right. Anak ng... Naihian ang paa ko?! Buset ka, a. Kanina pa ko punas ng punas sa paa ko kasi maalikabok sa labas tas iihian mo lang.I washed my hands first. Then, I wet a piece of tissue and wiped my foot. That same guy who peed on me was also washing his hands and was not able to look at me. Next time, I'll pee on you also. Haha! Joke. ::: Oh, oh, oh. Liza, Lei and Candy, I moved all your stuff already. The pcs and seats there suck. It's old school. Hint: Think about Philam. Poor.
posted by Arn at 6:37 PM
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03.27.06 Mon
11amLSS: Oo by Up Dharma Down alternates with Learn To Fly by the Foo Fighters (One plays instantly once I stop singing the other) Toss Coin
After a day of rest, I am now back with my new sched. I wasn't able to rest yesterday, actually. So, it's not really a rest day. I ironed my clothes in the morning. I did the groceries afterwards. I also had a small argument with my mom. I paid for something and it wasn't part of my budget this week. I had a spare cash which was intended for other things . It was short and I kept my cool. It wasn't really about money. Money is not a nice thing to fight about. It was just about timing or telling right away that we have to settle this or that. I do not want prolonging some things if we could resolve it right away. I even cried for a moment since I did not want to start stating my feelings. After that, my sister mentioned to me that she is paying a "debt" to my dad's relative. According to her, this relative handed an amount to us while my dad was still in the hospital. And that money was not borrowed. It was given to us without even asking from them. Now, after 10 years, they cameback to us to get that same amount. I know we couldn't thanked them enough. I don't know what kind of attitude was that. The one who's been going to our house every now and then to get the money is a friend of my dad's relative. This old man looks like a gambler. I do not trust him. My sister said that if it's only him and my mom talking, he has the nerve to shout at her. That bastard. We do not owe him anything. He's just there to pick up the money. He even doesn't say his full name. He's lying about where his house is. One time my mom accompanied him to get his ride, he said he's from Apalit (Pampanga). But he borded another jeepney talking a totally different route. Then, when my mom dropped by my dad's relative, this old man was also there. My mom asked him how come he was there if he's living elsewhere. He wasn't able to give my mim a straight answer. Now, I am thinking that these people are fooling us. They said that we should pay them 20,000. And then, they trimmed it down to 15,000. I am not sure if this relative really handed something to us when my dad was hospitalized. Those creeps. I just couldn't take this old man screaming at my mom. When my sister accompanied my mom to talk with this aging man, he became speechless. Probably he sensed that my sister would react any moment he blurts out. And now I had some misunderstanding with my mom. That added to my burden. Why are some people...? Sh*t. I think when you help someone, you need not ask for anything in return. And my dad's relative still has the guts to tell my mom about this and that. Come on. If I were only aware of those things 10 yrs ago, I might understand. Good thing I do not know my dad's other relatives. From what I've heared from my cousins, I do not look forward to meet them. I do not even wish to meet them. MY sister's done paying them this week. I hope they stop now. My sister just lets the man sign in her notebook as proof. I do not know what to do to have this certain testament that everything is settled already. People and money... ****************** I am doing most of the things in reverse since my new shift started. Before, I drop by Greenbelt chapel afte my shift. Now, it's before my shift. Before, I eat snacks/ pre-dinner after I arrive home. Now, I have a packed meal so I would not be hungry before my shift starts. Before, I take vitamins before I sleep. Now, it's after my beakfast here in the office (before my shift). Before, I usually take an fx taxi on a Saturday or Sunday, the last days of my work week. Now, it would be during the first day, Monday, of my work week to avoid the rush hour (the fact that it's a Monday). Before, the escalators in the walkway and underpass are still turned off when I walk going to the office. Now, they're already running. Before, I could still use the escalators in the walkway and underpass as I go home after my shift. Now, these escalators would regularly take the time off by 7pm while I go home by 8pm. ****************** Before I forget, these people ticking us these past few months would not win. We would have given them the money they wanted. But still we would be a happy family. I would never invite them in my wedding day, in the birthdays of my future kids and all the celebrations of my family. I hate them. And if they are just fooling us, I hope my dad pulls their feet while they sleep. Dad, please bug them in their dreams. Why did you have those kind of relatives? Deim. ****************** On the lighter note, my post would not be complete if I am not going to storytell my grocery Sunday. Yes, my supermarket sked also changed as my work sked. From the past two years of buying this and that, yesterday was the only time I bought hotdogs, chicken dogs to be exact. I am bringing breakfast to the office since my new shift starts at 11am . I don't want to be oh-so-hungry waiting for my scheduled lunch which is at 3:15pm. I might pass out if I do so. So, tell me. Does Vida, under the Purefoods brand, tastes good? It is the cheapest one in the freezer. ARound 85 bucks per kilo. But the one I bought is 108 bucks a kilo. Some go as high as a hunderd and fifty. Now that's too much for several pieces of meat injected in plastic tubes looking like ice candies
posted by Arn at 11:57 AM
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Saturday, March 25, 2006
03.25.06 Sat
9:56amMusic: Much Has Been Said - Bamboo Random Thoughts XXVI
::: Last Thursday, there was a burning warehouse in Valenzuela, along NLEX, right after Balintawak Exit. There's something with fire and it's terrible effect that sadden me. It somehow turns everything, material or not, into ash for the person affected by it. There's a residential area behind the warehouse. A saw a man on top of his roof trying to throw in pails of water to the burning matter. His house, I suppose, would be eaten also by fire in case it spreads out. Then, there was a river. Then, another residential area again. Think about the time, money, effort and lives in this area. ::: I dropped by Toy Kingdom yesterday to buy gifts for my nieces. I already figured what to get. But I changed my mind later about one of the gifts that I am giving. I looked for the bubble maker inside the girl's department. But I found out that it was located in the boy's. Weird. I thought bubbles are such girly stuff. ::: I couldn't explain but dolls has this aura of babies. Perhaps, the size and features. But when I looked at them inside the toyland, their eyes were trying to say, "Pick me, please. I need someone to take care of me..," and, "I am the perfect gift that you're looking for..." ::: I miss the taste of Aspilet, for strange reasons. ::: This is the last time that I am going to work at 7am. But for a certain time frame alone since I am anticipating our shift bid/ sched change soon. ::: I just had sinigang and 1 1/2 cups of rice for lunch. But I am eating the ultimate double burger of Burger Machine. (Woke up late this morning so I just rushed to take a bath. I was unsuccessful excreting toxins. But I am still filling up my stomach. I hope I don't explode.) This burger has 2 beef patties, cheezy bacon and chili con carne. Yum. Yum. ::: The lady server in Burger Machine seemed nice. I was the only customer when another guy came to buy a burger. It was 12 o'clock, lunch time. I assumed that the lady hasn't eaten lunch yet because she was fixing something inside her trailer. She looked tired. The place was a bit hot. She has a defective fridge. My realization for her kind of work, as I see her and perhaps "dramaticize" that scene was: sometimes, hard work could not mean more income; employers still benefit more than the employees; sometimes, a person could feel another person's slave; serving a customer with a respectful Filipino word for people of authority or elderly, "po," is an overuse. By not using that doesn't mean being disrespectful. It's a bit degrading for me to use it one in awhile when serving a customer; a smile is always refreshing to see; retiring in the comfort of your home after a hard day's work makes all your sacrifices worth it. ::: In some cases, I remember someone once I see the person again. This has nothing to do with crimes. But I am forgetting the physical features of... of.. Nah. I hope to meet you again... sooner... See you guys at the 11am's of my life!
posted by Arn at 2:01 PM
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Wednesday, March 22, 2006
03.22.06 Wed
9:15am
Music: Alapaap - 6Cycle Mind LongerThe family finally met my younger brother's new girlfriend. I came home from work. My brother-in-law's family was there to celebrate his birthday. I first noticed his nieces playing in our sala. Then, when I went to my room, just right before opening the door, my brother was also in the sala sitting beside a girl. At first look, I thought that was his girlfriend in high school. I thought they got back again. I was suppose to go out of my room and greet her with a remark, "Hey. You're back." only to find out that she was a different girl. She was Shiela. We just exchanged hi's since my she and my brother's leaving already to Manila. Looking at them as they leave our home, I realized how stagnant my romatic life is. I mean, if only I have much time as my brother's. Well, all he's thinking about is finishing school, I guess. Then, I came to a conclusion that being the eldest is a sacrifice. ***************** Grocery time for me on Mondays. I've got 5 interesting items in my grocery bag namely: 1.) Cream o Premium, 2.) Oreo Wafer Sticks, 3.) Cheez Whiz & Fita (I was trying to imitate the commercial), 4.) Worcestershire Sauce (Tell me, where do I use this one. Can I use this to replace soy sauce. I dipped my fried tilapia into this last night. It tastes a bit sweet, actually.) 5.) Biolink Green Papaya Soap (What?! Say that again. Yes. You read it right. I have a little experiment. I want to know if my skin color would somewhat balance.) Monday, March 20th, was also my youngest niece's 1st birhday. It's good that Gabby's parents decided to have it simple since they are constructing their house. We had dinner that day. And while my cousin was preparing the things needed for her pancit bihon, she teased me a bit. "Nho, naunahan ka na ni Raymond. Mahina ka ata, eh. (Like I am slow.)" She was referring to her son, Raymond, my nephew (I have a nephew just a year younger than me.), settling for family life. It was a "tanan,(Sort of couples sleeping first with each other in a planned day/night, as the case maybe, that may lead to marriage. This seems milder than living in since the act may trigger both parties, including their families, to set the date of their marriage.)" actually. With her note I replied, "Love is patient." When I went to the kitchen, she started telling me her thoughts about her son. Up to now, she hasn't accepted the fact that her son is about to enter family life. It was a long, complicated story from day 1 that the couples met. So, I would just leave it at that. I tried to comfort her by telling her to give each other time, try to understand as a mother. She was into the idea that a lot of things may still happen if only her son didn't rush things. That I agreed. There are still things that all of us want to experience, fulfill, go through, etc before getting into another responsilbility. It pushed by gossips, anger and rebellion. There. I would not try to deep a finger in cases like this. Also this day, after I did the groceries, I was in a rush to write a poem. This would be my Poetry Sampler# 4Tayo (Originally titled, "Tanga," written on 03.19.06 Mon at 3:46pm)
Magmula pa ng dati
Ikaw na ang aking sinisi
Sa lakas ng iyong dating
Pati ako'y walang malay na nahumaling
Nagkataon naman
Ako'y iyong natipuhan
Nagkagayon nga
Umibig sa isa't-isa
Nguni't 'yun pala'y
Kay bilis bibitwan aking kamay
Ang pagluha sa pag-ibig
Ay daraan saking bibig
Na may malalim na hikbi
Pero ngayong limot ko na ang dati
Ay nagbabalik ka saking tabi
Pagkakataon nga naman
Ika'y aking muling natipuhan
(Tayo'y muling nagkagustuhan)
Mga gabi ng lambingan
Tawanan at pasyalan
Daanin sa kindatan
Maya't mayang awayan
Ayos na
Di tayo nag-iisa
Di ko lang maintindihan
Lumalabo ating usapan
Na tayo nga ba ulit
Kaso tila may sabit
O kay sakit
Ngayo'y mas masakit
Kaysa noong una
Dahil ngayong ikalawa
Mas minahal kita
(Mas labis na mahal ka)
Kung muli kang magbalik
Itago muna ang halik
Biro mo
balak ko muli maging tayo
Ang tanong ko lang sa'yo
Lagi na lang bang ganito
GAwin mo uli kaya sa gaya ko
Ang tulad ng sa lahat ng inibig mo
Ay naku
Baliw nga talaga ako
Ikaw kasi, 'yan kasi
Sa'yo na naman ang sisi
Huling tanong sa'yo
Ano na nga ba tayo****************** Yesterday, March 21st, on my way to the bakery to get my pan de sal, I passed by my cousin again talking to two older ladies. One of which was the one who spread all the gossips that affected the relationship. And the gossiper, upon seeing me, hinted, "Mag-asawa ka na rin. (Get married already.)" I just smiled. Then, my cousin blurted, "Wala pa sa guniguni nya yun. (It's not yet in his thoughts.)" This gossiper is the mother of my friend and the grandmom of my god daughter. Yeah. Gossipers would not be invited in my wedding. ****************** I also went to town, where most offices are locate, to pay our water and electric bills. I also had my slipper fixed. Then, I searched for this dishwashing liquid in most of the grocery stores there. I also got broas for my tastebud. Long day. Tiring. Beforehand, I saved enough water since ten minutes of leaving the faucet on would only give me a cup of water. I also ironed my clothes to work. Long day, indeed. (Yeah. Summer has longer daytime. Sun appears early on mornings.)
posted by Arn at 1:09 PM
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Sunday, March 19, 2006
Smores : Graham Crackers, Marshmallows and Chocolate03.15.06 Wed
1:29pmMusic: If The Feeling Is Gone - Ella Mae Sayson I would start by greeting my friends/college classmates a very, very happy birthday. Your dates slipped my mind. I also do not have any text load. Hopefully, you would know that I am always thinking about college all the time. So, belated or advanced, as the case maybe, happy birthday to them: March: Xixa - 1; chiela - 1; JR - 5; Fatima - 12; Otep - 14; Eug - 15; Rhia - 16; Gaux - 28; Ronald - 28; Regan - 31 April Ac - 11 Ted (my bro) - 29 ****************** 03.16.06 Thur
8:06amMusic: Maybe - Up Dharma Down Most likely I am changing my schedule two weeks from now. Though it would break my heart for not coming to work on a Saturday, I must keep my promise. That is I would agree for a permanent schedule swap with a teammate any time she changes her mind. The results of the shift bid ranking shook almost all of us since we kept strictness to obtain the best metrics and ranking. I might be starting an 11am shift before this month ends. (I would miss Saturdays.) Anyway, I see to it to drop by the Greenbelt chapel after my shift on the first day of my work week. I was already a little sad yesterday. Change is something that takes time for me to sink in. Hence, adjustment. (I would miss Saturdays.) I prayed for some things. Regarding my work, I asked for the next shift bid to drop the soonest and for us to be back to our loved stations. Being on the other side of the building is quite uncomfortable to me. There are a lot of people. The restroom is a bit small than the one that we have been using. Plus our location is a bit off. But I have this feeling that we would be back in our original stations. (I would miss Saturdays in our original stations.) Actually, I've made several requests. Not too many but for that prayer, my requests were still quantifiable by one hand. I was asking for signs for certain matters. Kinda corny, maybe. Signs. But signs work for me. After getting up from the pew, a stayed inside the chapel for a few minutes looking at the altar and the people inside. A small Pipit bird went in and stayed at the bottom of the big cross in the altar. Then, it chirpped once before it flew. I would take that sound as a yes. One of my prayers has been answered. A simple prayer yet it was answered by that sign instantly. After, I saw a middle-aged lady in her wheelchair. I think she was with her sister and her private nurse. She was beautiful. She looked foreign. She was seated in front. She looked a bit ill but she seemed happy. Closed fist, she was looking at the altar. Should she be praying for somebody or asking for something? Right after praying, I headed on music tripping. I listened to a number of CDs. I tried Up Dharma Down's Fragmented, Orange and Lemons' Land of Rubber Shoes and Dirty Ice Cream (forgot the full title), Sitti's, Kamikazee's Maharot and Itchyworms' Noontime Show. I bought Up Dharma Down's later. Unfortunately, I had only listened to at least 5 songs from their album. It was passed 5pm when I stepped out Music 1. Usually, by this time I am already in the bus waiting for more passengers to fill in the seats. The narra trees are now in full green. Though it was almost night time when I was walking by, still its green leaves and yellow flowers were visible. I could even smell the leaves and flowers as night time creeps in with its cold breeze. Good thing no drizzle yesterday. A few months ago, those narra trees that I pass by had shed all its beauty (Not that trees aren't beautiful if they do not have leaves. Even driftwoods have a certain character.) . Should be the season. Now, they are ready for summer. (When I start my new shift, I would definitely be seeing more of them. This time when the sun is up and its light would enhance the glow of its greens as the wind cools down earth while the yellow flowers fall and scatter my walk. Must capture this by phone. But for sure, a week with a Saturday is different.) A couple of minutes before I reached home, a firefly crossed by me. The pathway I walk in is not well lit. Once there is spark, I would notice. I thought of catching it and giving it later to my niece. But I didn't. My niece would just crush the poor firefly, I thought. On the lighter note, I've already filled my tummy with Kool Aid Strawberry. I could barely remember when was the last time I tried this juice drink. Next time, I would get grapes. And Sunsilk Summer Fresh has a cooling effect. I have used it twice already. I need not use any conditioner which is good. I am still loyal to Head&Shoulder's, though. ****************** 03.18.06 Sat
8:46am
Music: Narda - Kamikazee The sun was an early riser this morning. I was hurrying as soon as I got up. Well, I woke up 46 minutes after I turned off my alarm. So, I guess I deserved all that cramming. Two minutes after five, I finally headed to the street to get a ride. And was it difficult to wait since it was 1.) a laidback Saturday morning; 2.) already late as per my regular waiting time so I wasn't able to catch the bus; 3.) hard to assume that the fx taxi would not stop and pick up more passengers; and 4.) me who was undecided if I should take the fx or wait for the bus. Okay, blame me. I was just avoiding bus stops/fx terminals for these vehicles to stop for a while and wait for passengers. I was in a hurry. Decision making after I dropped off the train. I was already 6:36am in my phone. By this time, I am walking my way to the office already. But this time, I was still going down the stairs at the train station. I was thinking of either walking, which would mean doubling if possible tripling my time stridding in the walkway, or taking a cab to make it before my shift starts. What the heck. I know I could beat a cab through walking fast. Plus 50 bucks could already buy a kilo of sugar and I would still have a change. I walked fast... faster... fastest. Nine minutes before my shift begins, I was already here. Yey. Anyway, my post would not be about my morning struggle going to work. This would sound stressful. This would be something about spending time. Just spending time as it is. Read on. I remember yesterday.. haha! No. That was the line of a song from a milk commercial. It was in our former building where I began to think about what Jun, one of my former teammates, told me. He's already a family man so he would really sound like a dad when he plants advise and opinions. These are not Jun's exact words but it went, "Arnold, mag-enjoy ka naman. Ano naman gagawin mo sa pera mo?.. (Arnold, try to enjoy yourself. What would you do to your money?..)" First things first, people. I do not have lots of money. Like you, I save. I think that should be the case of everybody else. When Jun said that, I think I was already more than a year in our company. I look boring, I know. I look lifeless. I look uninteresting. Perhaps because I am silent. I am passive. I do not go out every so often. I do not party every weekend. I go out on dinners not on a regular basis. Perhaps, I am not a fan of nightlife. Nightlife already bored me. When I was in high school, I already delighted myself with it. You know those cheap parties held in a small compound or basketball courts in barrios when its fiesta or Valentine's day or Holloween or Graduation season. Party organizers, usually baranggay youth officials, always come out with fund-raiser parties that time. I would have to shed 30 bucks for the entrance fee and I am all set. Sponsor tickets cost around a hundred to 2 hundred bucks. And these tickets would also mean free food for the ticket holder (Consumable ba tawag dun?). And anybody may enter after passing through security check. My friends' moms even bring their grand children there. It was sort of like a street dancing but held in a closed area with an entrance fee. There were good music and good dancers. But most of the faces that you would notice are the ones you might have seen in shanties or railroads or in your ride holding the wheel and not the yuppies you see hanging out in Makati. So, there. Cheap entertainment. Nothing wrong but dangerous. It was a usual sight that the after party is not only having congee (uy, sosyal.. lugaw) but also rumbles specifically frat wars. I was happy that I never got hurt. I told you that I look uninteresting and passive, so I never had a fist land on my jaw. Maybe I look harmless. There were security checks but I would see knives, aseros (improvised tool worn on the fist for a more painful jab), steel pipes, wood and big stones. Good thing, party scenes in barrios are already a prohibited because they only trigger group fights. (I think we all understand that in parties, a certain group must standout be it on clothes or the people we hang out whom we think are the coolest or hottest.) I think I stopped enjoying myself these days. At young age, I already experienced what I should have experienced in my age now. This age should be the time I should go partying. But I am bored of parties already. I would still dance once I'm in a club. I would still be tireless. But I would not have the same hotness and coolness in me. (I'm not hot and I am not cool. I am neither.) I spent all my time with my friends before. Now, I am keeping my time for myself. I barely hangout with them anymore. Drinking and having talks all about them bore me. Plus, my group is not a mix. Most of them have the same traits. I want diveristy. We also do not have female friends which make the group more boring. Hmm, I feel I need to have new friends. :) Btw, it's nature trips and road trips that I enjoy. So, I am patiently waiting for my brothers to graduate so I could start travelling the archipelago. Getting myself a reliable digicam and a multi-programmed pc would complete my journey. So, help me God. I forgot. Before I started the post above, I looked around the stations here for the copy of the newspaper I brought yesterday. I was supposed to post yesterday about the morning prayer in that paper. That prayer's just below this: "Lord, I am grateful that humility does not mean belittling myself, but forgetting myself. How freeing it is when I don't need to call attention to myself! Those who are not self-conscious, those who forget themselves, are always the ones who love the most, serve the most, and laugh the most. Make me like them --- forgetting myself, and loving, serving, and laughing. In Jesus' name. Amen. (PAW)" --- Inquirer Libre, Vol.5 No. 76, Friday, March 17, 2006 I guess, I need not go further. Reflect. It's Lent. (not only because) ****************** 03.19.06 Sun
7:15amMusic: Bilanggo - Rizal Underground I am still trying to finish listening to all the songs of Up Dharma Down. But I am always too tired from work so I fall asleep. Hopefully tomorrow, I would be able to listen to the remaining three songs that I haven't listened to. I would also observe the songs' lyrics since in their inlay, some songs do not have a copy of their lyrics. Anyway, below are some of the things I've noticed yesterday (as I was crossing a street heading back to the office after taking my lunch) and today (as I boarded the bus and walked by Ayala). 1. A doctor from the hospital beside the office bought his lunch from the carinderia where I've eaten. He was in his white blazer and a stethoscope was around his neck. From all those white robes, medical practices that make them gods and fancy M.D. titles after their names, that scene made them more human. 2. As I was crossing the street, another doctor was also crossing the other end. He came out from a drug store. He picked something from his pocket. And he came up with a small plastic in it. He then secretly dropped it on the street as he passed. Not an environment-friendly doctor, eh? 3. I was already in front of this drugstore when mom and her daugther was trying to cross the street. She never held her daugter and let her child cross alone. It was a Saturday afternoon, so less cars usually passby that area. Her mom was reminding her to look to her left then to her right while crossing tne street. The daughter followed. Realization that basic things we always learn in young age popped in. Parents are our first teachers. 4. I hate smokers puffing their hearts off inside public utility vehicles. 5. As I turned in one of the streets in Ayala, 2 couples were having there lovers' quarrel. Both looked like they were in the mid-40's. I accidentally heard a bit of their conversation because their voices were a little loud. The man went, "Oo, eh yung asawa ko... (Yes, but my wife..)" The lady replied, "'Wag ka nang magpaliwanag...(Do not explain anymore.)" And it felt like a movie scene with those dialogues and blocking. The man was behind the woman while the woman was turning her back on him. As I sense, those lines that I've heard had something to do with playing with fire. Issue.
posted by Arn at 12:49 PM
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Sunday, March 12, 2006
03.12.06 Sun
7:35amMusic: Wake Me Up When September Ends - Green Day Each of us had one. From my quest to find a nice jean, I noticed that Hang Ten has nice shirts than jeans. American and Asian sizes are available. Sadly, neither of these sizes for their polo shirts fit me. Sob. I went back to the store for my brothers' gift. Their shirts in same styles have color varities. So, one shirt in a particular style may be available in 3 or 4 colors which is cool if you really like the design and the fit, of course. So, I browsed through their "2 for 600 bucks" shirts. I was the one who also tried them on. I liked one the shirts that I tried. I went another round inside to find out that I was already carrying 3 shirts from that section. If I was buying 3, one would be priced P395 since 2 pairs are for 600. Without a wink, I picked one shirt for women. That I didn't try. Haha. That was for my sister. Instead of buying 2, I had 4 that caused a sudden damage to my wallet. I just withdrew the remaining money for my last pay period. Those money were intended for my weekly allowance, grocery, water and electric bills and for my gifts. I mentioned yesterday that I was thinking twice if I had to buy them a shirt. I am saving some excess money from my allowance in case I want to buy something for myself. I just replaced the money I spent yesterday from my savings. So, I have none now. And I have to pay my brothers' tuition fees next, next week. I walked out from the store with 2 bags smiling. I know my sibs would like the shirts. And they did since I do not have the items today for exchange. Boarding the mrt and the bus pissed me. One lady kept leaning on me setting me to out balance myself. Inside the bus, a passenger again was unintentionally hitting me with a hand carry once in awhile. At this time, I demand more respect as a passenger. Before, I was all patient and tend to understand. But now I think that everyone should have sensitivity and respect towards others especially when you are in a public place. The only word I uttered to let go was "tsk". And I felt guilty saying so. That was not me. I usually keep quiet. It felt good. When the passenger accidentally hit me again, I let it be and pretended I was sleeping. My seatmate in the bus, later, asked me for directions. She was not familiar with our province. I told her about the bus stop and all. It usually happens to me. When I do something not so pleasant, God would make a way to balance that with a good act. After a good act, I sometimes commit another bad one. Then, God is graceful enough to allow me to make up for that by giving me another way to do a good deed. Of course, a wrong doing may also result a bad thing to me. Karma. So, giving gifts to my sibs, I think, would result something good to me. The money I spent would be replaced in time for paying my family's dues. God always has a way of not letting me know that I am already saving enough money to pay for, let's say, a first semester tuition fee. Just an installment but still, I am able to put ends meet and settle things that are necessary. Anyway, my younger brother is about to enter his 4th year in college. segway: Probably, this would also be the reason why I stay to be unattached or committed. I tend to give more than I could. I am always friends with the words eventually, understanding, perhaps, maybe, okay and sometimes. My fear of being abused is there. Not sexually (But I think I might like it if that's the case. Haha!). I have observed myself to be outrageous when I am so into someone or a company. when I go out and we are short, I offer my extra money so as not to spoil the night and keep the happy feeling on. Also, I might spend my own money on dates. I would not settle for KKB or chip in's. Not that I want to impress but it's the feeling that I am the man, you know. I might spend on movies, coffees, dinners, taxi fares and all that romance which I think might not be good. Cos being a man should also be being stable and able to provide something for married life or if I am already planning to start my own family. I tell myself that I am not romantic. But I am willing to spend everything for romance - getaways, to be exact. I am also tied with my responsibilities as the head of my family and the amount of time I should give my future love. I might lose my sense of balance in my relationships. Oh, sh*t. Now, I am talking about relationships. I should stop now. But before I end, I'll tell that I hate the demands of a romantic relationship. How selfish I am. Ok. Zip my mouth now. :teehee: ****************** Last night I was thinking about one of those conversations I had with my friend/college classmate, Haydee. When the class was seated alphabetically from our last names, Haydz was usually on my left. She was the one seated beside the one in front of me. So, in that set up we had our time talking to each other. We would also talk about things while waiting for our next class seating on the benches at the high school are. We would share laughs while reviewing in corridors, in the garden or inside the lab or while taking our snacks at the canteen at the roof top of the main bldg or going to the xerox area, gym or just walking around the campus. First, I thought that we would not bond like that or she would not talk serious things with me since she also has her own set of friends. I think we had a conversation about our plans after graduation more than once. She already planned that she;s going to med school. And now, she's indeed fulfilling her dream. I told her how amazed I was with all her plans. She would constantly asked my plans but she would stop once she remembers that I would support my family. I never reminded her of that. But she always remembers that I would be supporting my family after I graduate. That I admire her the most. She understood that money would be a problem if I enter a med school since 3 of my siblings are also studying in good schools. I know she knows that I would not want to consume all our financial source for my future alone. Besides, I changed my decision in having a medical degree as early as 2nd year college. I like how Haydz would walk with me going somewhere while she tells me that she encourages me about the responsibilities that I would be meeting as soon as we finish school. By the way, she's been taken by her long-time nursing student boyfriend. By now, her boyfriend might already be a registered nurse while Haydz is already in her clerkship stage in a hospital. ****************** Happy Birthday to my teammate, Lei, who promised us a pizza!!! :p
posted by Arn at 9:24 AM
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Saturday, March 11, 2006
03.11.06 Sat 8:10am Great
I even plugged ABS-CBN's news and current affairs show, The Correpsondents, about a feature on the call center industry in our support site. It was unfortunate that I fell asleep that night. A more unfortunate one on how the topic someone who, I want to believe, also works in an industry as mine. Read on. "Call center" Mataas na sweldo, magaan na trabaho, no age limit at hindi rin kailangang college graduate. Ang tanging requirement, ganda ng boses at galing sa pagsasalita. 'Ika nga ng iba, "in" ka kapag nasa call center ka. Pero paano kung ang kapalit ng magadnang sweldo at iba't ibang benepisyo, ay ang kanilang kalusugan at kaligtasan? That is the article at abs-cbsnews.com about their feature in The Correspondents about call centers and their employees. Sad to say, Gigi Grande and the producers who conceptualized the said episode was not able to capture the truth behind call centers and their employees. magaan na trabaho -- this is a misconception that a lot of people have about call centers. this is work, serious work and not playtime. as call center agents we are the front liners of some of the biggest companies around the world. we handle their first line of defense for their business, Customer Service. we Filipinos who work in call centers represent these companies to their consumers and we Filipinos can spell the success or downfall of these businesses just on how we deal with their consumers 24/7 and that is not an easy task. the reason why call centers thrive in the Philippines is because Filipinos have good customer service skills. we are professional workers and we give everything a 100%. i salute all the call center employees who make this feat possible. it means jobs and job security to the Filipinos who wanted to work in their own country. no age limit -- because call centers are equal opportunity employers. they do not set limitations to people's ability to work. it is only here in the Philippines where we put an age limit to applications. it really does not matter what age the applicant is as long as they can still deliver quality performance. it is called diversity. hindi rin kailangang college graduate - for cheap call centers maybe, not for the big ones. we encourage our applicants to finish college first before applying. they may also be assisted through schedule requests if they want to continue studying while still employed. Ang tanging requirement, ganda ng boses at galing sa pagsasalita -- for radio stations yes. not for call center. we are not DJs. we also require high IQ and intelligence in call centers. For example, Wil Ison, the 24 year manager who was featured in The Correspondents. You did not even applaud him for reaching that position in such a young age. if he was employed in a bank, he will only become a manager if he kissed enough boss' ass or because he is already 50 years old. People like Wil were promoted because they are good employees. Most of the call centers have internal application processes that enables the employees to apply for higher position highlighting their performance and capabilities and not who their friends are and whose ass they just wiped. 'Ika nga ng iba, "in" ka kapag nasa call center ka. - this is not a fad. we are working, we pay our taxes, we are productive citizens of this country. we chose to stay and earn here in our own country rather than go abroad and contribute to the brain drain. we earn a lot because we work hard. we are thankful for the good education we were provided by our parents that gave us the competencies we have now. we are working for multinational companies and we get promoted. most of us 21-30 years old and we are managers, supervisors and senior managers. we may not be doctors or lawyers but at least we are not corrupt. we are productive and we make sure that our families and our future families will not be included with the uneducated, paid rallyists in EDSA, who do not even understand why they are there. we are not a burden to the government, they should even be thankful because it is our tax, the middle class tax, which makes it possible for the Philippines to stay alive. instead of portraying us as obese, smoking insomniacs....why not thank us? applaud our achievements, be proud that we are very good with what we do that's why investors come in to the Philippines. ask the government to provide security to the employees who have different schedules from the normal 9-5 workers? ask them to take care of us and in return we will work harder, show the companies that it is worth investing in the Philippines, we will continue to pay our taxes and slowly but surely help our country progress. Menice Yap Call Center Supervisor Pasig City ding! ding! They should've tried to be in the industry to say as such. They should've asked Gigi Grande to try the job, the shift, the account and the culture for at least a week or two. It's not how the reporter does her report. It's how she experiences it. (Call center industry was a boom a couple of years ago. It was even shown in various tv shows already for the past years. So, why make another feature? Lack of ideas, I guess.) Let us just all be happy because we have a job. And also the people behind the "call Center" episode have a job. (Both groups are doing their job.) Next time. ****************** I want this Saturday be like of last week's.But it ain't. Okay, I'll hope on the next. And the next. And all the succeeding Saturdays of the year. I indeed love Saturdays. ****************** An additional note on my nohari thing: Accdg to my college professor's analyzation of my signature (Yes, he interpets signature.), all my opportunities are there but I let them pass by because of fear and other hindrances. (The other point of my signature : friendliness) Up to now, I am still going around circles to crash those hindrances. Gladly, I am squashing them one at a time. They're not a huge number but they still infect me with heartbreaks and headaches. Also, some of my college friends/classmates ask me to do things, which they know I love or capable of, that they couldn't do. Sort of they back me up or trigger me or inspire me to be there. They know how I play around my comfort zone with a little try to exceed/overpower my limits. When I succeed, it was heaven. You know the feeling of doing something for the first time or being victorious over fear. That. Not only would I be happy but my friends. Funny how I like self evaluations. (Not the one done in the office cos it consumes a lot of time and squeezes my brain just to fit six months into those 6 rectangles.) I am still waiting for my other friends to pick theirs in my johari and nohari accounts. If they don't, which I know some wouldn't really, it's okay. They have letters and friendster testimonials already with me :) ****************** I got a forwarded email from my college friend, Jason, about the meaning of the desserts you pick as per psychiatists' interpretation. There choices were a carrot cake, vanilla cake with chocolate icing, angelfood cake, lemon merengue, brownies, chocolate on chocolate ice creama and strawberry short cake. My pick was the chocolate on chocolate. And here's what it meant: CHOCOLATE ON CHOCOLATE... Sexy; always ready to give and receive. Very creative, adventurous, ambitious, and passionate. You can appear to have a cold exterior but are warm on the inside.Not afraid to take chances. Will not settle for anything average in life. Love to laugh. Hmm... ****************** It is my brother's birthday to day. I think Pot is already 20? Or is it 19? [But I think I look younger. Hehe. sometimes, my mom and my aunt would say, "Bigay mo nga 'to sa kuya mo." ("Please give this to your big bro.") And sometimes on my younger sister, ("Bigay mo nga 'to sa ate mo.") Anyway...] I've quite decided that I am giving him something. It's either food or an item he coudl use. So, I came up with a shirt. Hang Ten is not a bad pick, is it? They actuall have a promo that 2 shirts would cost around 600 bucks. If I only buy 1, it would be more than 300, I think. I plan to take 2 for my youngest brother who's also celebrating his birthday next month. But today, I am thinking of not buying them any. I am about to pay our water and electric bill by the middle of the month. I am paying one of my brother's last installment tuition fee which would be around 8,000 bucks. I would be enrolling one of them for the coming school year. So, I would needing at least hefty 20,000 by June. Plus my all day expenses (personals) going to work, groceries every week and apartment dues. Great. Now, I try to save at least 200 bucks from my weekly allowance. Whatever I save, I sometimes use for my self. Sometimes, to pay excess dues. Great. By the way, did I mention that I weigh 47 lbs. Ting. Ting. That is my lightest record so far. I've lost 2 lbs from my last's year check. Great. Hmm, what did I do last year to make myself look bulkier and leaner? (Odd, huh?) I always do exercise. I briskwalk. I took appetite-inducing Chinise drug. Then, I ate heavy breakfast. I got small skin breaks. Then, I stopped. I got thinner. Now, I am 47 lbs. Great. Oh. I am having a "conscience attack". For sure, I'll end up carrying a shopping bag for my brothers. As much as I want to think about myself and the things I need to settle, I couldn't. I hate the guilt of not sharing what I have. Some already goes out of hand. But I couldn't just think of myself more just like that. Great, this conscience is killing me. Happy, happy birthday to my brothers. (May you, two, be able to help the country accordingly when you graduate.) ****************** American Idol already has its 12 finalists. No, I am not naming them here. Just check their website. I hope their commemorative album would be nice to hear. (That one I am more up to.)
posted by Arn at 11:55 AM
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Thursday, March 09, 2006
03.09.06 Thur 7:55am Music: Mouth - Merril Bainbridge (syet. ito ang lss ko. lakas kasi ng sounds ng kapitbahay ko kaninang madaling araw.) Stayin' Alive
It was last week when my teammate/former accountmate (If there's such a word.), Don, said that he was saddenned by the changes happening to my account. In his case, his previous account. My current supervisor is about to finish his remaing days in the office due to the extension from his resignation. Don said that he would be the only one left from his batchmates in case Benj leaves soon. All of his batchmates are no longer in the company. Eversince, this teammate is quiet. He just observes what's happening around. It's true. The movements and changes are indeed sad thoughts. But everyone must eventually move on. Perhaps, we are bind by the fact of knowing the person, seeing the person regularly, exchanging hi's and hello's. I think the best challenge in times of changes is keeping one's head up high. Not necessarily making someone proud or prouder with what you've become since the other party left, but standing still and pursuing your dream in the best way you can. Before I forget, my teammate also mentioned that he would be more saddenned in case I, Liza, Candy and Goldi decide to leave the company also. He was referring to our group wherein this current account of ours became our foundation as to how we perform now. In short, the ones who are originally assigned to this account. More of us are staying on. We repruzent. ****************** Nice supervisors are a blessing. They're the nicest here in the company. They laugh with their agents. They eat with their agents. Good time. Good company. It's some of my teammate, though, who do not understand why supervisors are nice. They might not know what mutualism means. (Hmm, bring 'em back to second year high school for a short biology class.) In a relationship, there must always be a give and take process. Not give-give nor take-take. Most of the time, that's not the case. Usually, they take more than they could give. (You know, it's better to give than to receive.) Of course, some do not believe in that. I can deal with fake accents. I can tolerate playful spiels. But not misguiding or incorrect understanding of policies. Worse, an unhelpful and inefficient agent. Worst, an agent who doesn't care about the effect of his answers to customers and doesn't have a reason to receive a monthly salary for suppling himself his own rules. I think a number of people need some spanking. (Whaaapak!) ****************** From my post yesterday, some teammates/friends already granted my request. Both links I sent them would show me how they see me. From the two, I am more interested on my negative side. Let me repost the link : http://kevan.org/nohari?name=arnarn There. [edit; 9:32am, 03.12.06] And from the response, one description made me think. The one from my supervisor, Ia. Self-satisfied. (Okay. I feel I am standing on a stage after a song performance. And Randy, Paula and Simon were already giving me their piece. Not that Ia was criticizing and all. I just have images of the AI judges when they tell contestants that they are relaxing in their comfort zone since they feel, well, comfortable and safe there. Same with me. *explore, arnold! explore!*) Ia, this is true and I was only trying to make it funny and showbiz-like. You know how AIs' show their stuff and get the constructive criticism from the judges. Amongst all the replies, "self-satisfied" is the one I am giving the most importance :) [/edit] Self-satisfied. Bow. Among all those replies, this characteristic is the one I wasn't able to observe from myself. But now I am aware. Flashes. Flashes. Yes. I am. Soon, I should not be. (Or am I just trying to convince myself I could.) I think self satisfaction, in its most wholesome sense, covers insecurity, feeling of inferiority, and shyness. Not just a cover up but an excuse and a complement. I want to keep going. But I am stuck. There are some things that are inhibiting and stopping me to enjoy my life more. (I think I've posted some of those already.) As much as I try to be a non-comformist, I still conform. I try to show individuality but I am a follower of pop culture. (hey! I belong.) I know something intate is not forced nor obliged. It shows naturally. Perhaps, I am also bound by self-regulation. Hmm, self regulation vs self satisfaction. Geez. I know there's more of me than what meets the eye. By that, I would have to let my work do the talking. (I need not watch more of Dora's explorations for inspiration, do I?)
posted by Arn at 1:43 PM
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Wednesday, March 08, 2006
03.08.06 Wed 10:19am Music: Weak - SWV Come One, Come AllHi folks! To those who know me, please check these links below. It would just take a couple of secs. Click me! Click me! Fast! Fast! http://kevan.org/nohari?name=arnarn http://kevan.org/johari?name=arnarn Thanks yous!
posted by Arn at 1:05 PM
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Sunday, March 05, 2006
03.05.06 Sun 8:55am Exactly
I was hoping that today would be as exact as yesterday. Yeah. That's wishful thinking. Almost but not quite. With that early morning drizzle on a laidback Sunday, I am sure that almost everyone is on a sound sleep still as I wait for my ride. I do not feel that well today. I did not even wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I guess, it's just me wanting to make today as yesterdays. Yes, I would keep on insisting that. I want to fall asleep today in the office. Then, wake up in my yesterday, March 4th. I did not catch you. (Uy! *hint*hint*) After I had dinner last night, I drenched myself in a 2-hour sleep. From 9pm til a little over 11pm. I watched a little television after I woke up. After tv, I cleaned myself and went to bed again. I was struggling to another deep slumber. My eyes were closed but my mind was roaming. I was thinking about the whole yesterday. Would it be too much if I would ask for serendipity to come in soon? You know, I think yesterday's was a reward from a "good" deed last Friday. I was not planning to go to Kim's, my teammate, gram's wake for two reasons: I thought it was at their home which I have no idea on how to go to; and, I was shy to drop by alone. Good thing, another teammate, Agnes went with me, fresh from our shifts, Friday afternoon. I want to think that God surprised me something that I was wishing for even before. I remember including that to my prayers everytime I visit a church or a chapel. ( I sound like Goldi, don't I? I know Golds is the best one to discuss on how God, not love, moves in mysterious ways.) So, I was touched. And I was happy because it was just right in front of my face. Answered prayers are uplifting and calming, as well. Anyway, I need another good thing to transpire once in awhile.
posted by Arn at 10:49 AM
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Saturday, March 04, 2006
03.04.06 Sat 8:14am YellowThere it is/was. I am surrounded by yellow objects. Most people are in yellow from my taxi window earlier this morning. Here in the office, two are in yellow. Yellow balloons, which arer all over the station of a certain group, annoy but... but not anymore. There's a yellow puffer jacket and a banana and a yellow gel candle. Yellow. Not a favourite but symbolic for today. Submission is sunrise: an emerging silhouette; a pleasant smile on the face; an occurence fleeting; a lightning to awaken a heart this early - a skip, a beat, a pound faster than regular. Yellow is the color of this day. ****************** I LOVE THIS DAY!
'nuff said :p
posted by Arn at 2:16 PM
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Thursday, March 02, 2006
03.01. 06 Wed
11:44amMusic : Isn't She Lovely? - Stevie Wonder Hindi ko na ipapapalit yung pantalon. Kasi suot ko na siya. Hehe. Okay naman. Punks. ****************** Pedicab. Up Dharma Down. Pinoy Ako 1&2. Spongecola. Imago. Itchyworms. Kamikazee. Joss Stone. Bamboo 1&2. SIAM 3&4. Stonefree. Rocksteddy. No to piracy. Kaya... Penge pera pambili nila. 03.02.06 Thur
8:18amat last, a station where I could view pictures Music: Another Used To Be - Joe 4x4 Tagged by Ia who, as of today, is enjoying US. (Hmm, blogsites are supposed to be forbidden. But this is a guilty pleasure. Make that educational, fun and inspiring pleasure, so it shouldn't be forbidden anymore. Right office bloggers? :D ) 4 Jobs I've Had In My Life ::: Lab assistant in a local drug manufacturing plant ::: eRep 4 Movies I Could Watch Over And Over ::: blue lagoon ::: spider-man ::: tanging yaman ::: american pie 4 Places I've Lived ::: Malolos, Bulacan ::: Bocaue, Bulacan ::: Sampaloc, Manila 4 TV Shows I Love To Watch ::: Dawson's Creek ::: asap ::: S.O.S. (stories of survival) ::: funny, tagalized, foreign anime/soap 4 Websites I Visit Daily ::: blogs ::: pinoyexchange (sheeesh. yari, forbidden din 'to) ::: my account's website (naks) ::: another account-related site (naks ulet) 4 Of My Favorite Foods ::: yung may asim ng sampalok (sinigang sa sampalok, sinampalukang manok) ::: fish crackers ::: internal organs ::: seafoods 4 Places I'd Rather Be Right Now ::: boracay ::: manila bay area ::: california, USA ::: Paris, France 4 Bloggers I Am Tagging ::: jaja ::: denise ::: cy ::: jen ****************** Please support the biodiesel/coco diesel sold at Flying V gas stations.
posted by Arn at 10:21 AM
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