unstable dancer

2009-02-09T16:24:00.000+08:00

A Funny Valentine
02.09.09 Mon
4:00pm
Music: Jam 88.3 New Music Segment (The Killers)

No. I am not anticipating Valentine's Day. I never did. Perhaps, never will.

(A big no as well, if you sense some bitterness)

So I was 30 mins. early at work. For a week now, I have been almost at it on being late. Good thing it always takes 20 - 25 mins for me to walk from the MRT station to the office.

Anyhow, it's a Monday. Usually, more people tend to rush to work on this day, which mostly are from the province, Like where I come from.

It was standing ovation inside the bus. Cool since there was air conditioning. TV was tuned in to this morning TV show of this certain channel that I watch once in awhile (Not a favorite, eh?). A feature about V-Day was rolling. If I am not mistaken, it was about 6:25am, the time when this funny statement popped out from nowhere.

A man, perhaps at his mid-50's, was the owner of a flowershop. Due to what most call an "economic slump" or something, a flowershop can now have much more than those buds and thorns. He blurted, "May mga high school students din na bumibili dito ng heart-shaped na puso..." (Translation: "Some high school students also but a heart-shaped heart here...")

At this modern times, yeah, high school. I think I never got anything oh-so-special back then. But can I count my prom date, whom I gave a music box with dancing ballerina? My Senior Prom fell on V-Day as well. (Bitterness was not so evident here.)

But "heart-shaped na puso"?! Let me think if you do not want me to sing "Shape of My Heart" by the Backstreet Boys.

Wait.

You, too, should think. The guy might be true. We have pusong mamon and pusong bato (Just do the translation). Think how these are shaped. He might have meant these so-called hearts as well.

Seriously, will you be going out this Valentine's?

2009-01-30T15:30:00.003+08:00

Wake up and smell, not the coffee, but me: Dayshift Episode 1
01.26.09 Mon
Music: How To Save A Life - The Frey

Hurried myself to work.

Should.Not.Be.Late.

Rush Hour, adrenaline booster: Dayshift Episode 2
Music: Meddle - Little Bots

The faster you go, the more exciting it becomes. Sounds orgasmic.

01.30.09 Fri
Music: Jam 88.3
Food: Eggnog Cookies

This could be the most unproductive day of my life.

Upon arrival at the office, I just spent less than 30 mins to review something. That was it.

But not actually, in terms of my other activities. But these were minimal this day or for this entire work week, if I may say. Must be the shift.

Yeah. Perhaps, I am becoming my normal self. Add a little excitement about this new set up.

Just to brag, I got 2 new books ("A Madness of Birds" by Jose Wendell Capili and "Martial Law Babies" by Arnold Arre) and 2 CDs ("Identity Theft" by Drip and "Baby Steps" by Yosha). I just want to brag. End of it ;)

I think I am gonna end this now. I am just happy with my free time. Will go home at 5pm pronto. Oh, no. That would be an undertime. Make it 5:01pm. And it is only 3:30pm.

My Kenneth Cole watch, too, is waiting to be claimed at the HR office. Five years of service, you know.

2009-01-17T07:21:00.001+08:00

01.17.08, Sat
7:02am
Music: Jam 88.3 FM
Location: Office (lucky to have access to blogger)

Electric Cute

Hi.

First of all, happy, happy new year to you. Wait. More than you or me, it should be my blog that I should be addressing. So, happy, happy new year baywalk. Happy 5th year anniversary as well. Sorry of I have abandoned you for quite a long time. I got busy with soloflight and friendster while very, very busy with work.

I've been through alot also last year.

More losses than gains, literally.

My sister went to Dubai. I was moved to another team. The teams I was part of got dissolved. The "cherry pickers" are scattered elsewhere. My multiply account got suspended for some "viral" reasons. I lost my uncle just right before Christmas.

I mentioned gain, right? To cap off 2008 would be being part of a nice team. I couldn't say nicer than my previous one yet. But there' no point of comparison, I guess. At this stage, I have felt a tighter bond with my cousins. The last time I remembered was when we were much younger. I'm about to finish the Twilight Saga.

Hmmm, my gain almost equals the loss, huh? Cool. I'm Libra, anyways :p

This I noticed. I've been having some sort of a static almost everytime I touch something metallic or alloyic, whatever you call it. Worse is that I wasn't like this before. I even hear a hissing sound sometimes. Perhaps, I am changing into something else. Ha! Too much of reading Miss Meyer.

No, seriously. I feel weird. I've searched this through Google. But I am feeling a lazy weekend boy today not to check again. Something biologic, if it is, to wake me up especially during this shift. Hiss! I am awake with just a touch on iron.

It's the middle of January. I just remembered. Not so many things happening to me.

My college friends, Anna Mae and Roselyn had their respective birthdays. My dad's 13 death anniversary is up on Jan. 25th. I just started taking care of a part of my new account. Perhaps, a slow start this year or quarter. But I like it. Again, there is this crazy static in me.

So, I guess this would be it for me today. Just for today. I'll be back in God knows when. But I will be. Promise.

Happy new year again.

And let me just state my Friendster's account's shout out---> "I love my family."

2008-07-11T17:15:00.000+08:00

07.11.08 Fri
4:21pm
Music: The Truth - David Cook
Muching on: BluSkies Spring Onion Crackers/ Jolly Finger Cream Sandwich Cookies
Location: Office

Petiks

Relaks. Take a sit and, not wats a movee, but surf the net.

Sa tagal ko na siguro sa posisyong ito, ngayon lang ako nabakante ng higit 4 na oras. Tumbas na ng half day kumbaga. Salamat na lang at Lunes pa lang, may mga inuna na kong ayusin para kung anumang balakid sa trabaho ang dumating, may sobra pa akong oras. Gaya ngayon. 'Di balakid pero akin 'to. Akin :)

Salamat din at may iba na akong ka-teammate na humahawak sa dati ay para sa akin. Laking tulong talaga nito at kabawasan na din sa work load.

Pero kung susumahin, 'di naman kalakihan ang puntos na nabawas. Linggu-linggo, pumapatak ng humigit kumulang siyamnapung sessions ang aking sinusuri. Ngayong tapos na ako, na pwede pa din naman akong magdagdag ngunit ayoko na lang, ay naka animnapu't walo ako.

Ayos na din, 'di ba?

Bukod sa pagsubok na mag-post ng blog, pinapakinggan ko din sa net ang mga origihinal na kanta ni latest AI champ na si David Cook. Biruin n'yong may 3 album na pala siya. Eto, check n'yo (http://www.davidcooktheamericanidol.com/music/). Hinahanap ko lang talaga yung lyrics ng 'The Truth' kaso sinuwerte at nakita ko nga itong site na 'to. 'Di ko nga lang ma-download yung mga kanta.

Kaya eto ko ngayon, naghihitay na mag-5:30 para makauwi na. Biyernes ngayon. Dami tiyak tao sa MRT at sa terminal ng bus.

Bibili pa ko ng panregalo sa pamangkin kong magbe-birthday sa isang linggo.

PS. Kainis kasi iba sana ang ipo-post ko. Kaso nga lang na-mental block na ko. 'Di ko kasi nasulat maski gist man lang sa tickler ko. Nakatayo kasi kanina ko sa bus. Alangan namang magsulat ako habang nakatayo. :p

Ipa-publish ko na 'to at baka magsara pa yung proxy ko. Ssshhh...

2008-01-13T15:19:00.000+08:00

Unstable Dancer '08
01.13.08 Sun
Music: Magic - SinoSikat?

I live by my blog title, obviously.

Abandoned this place for, errr, can't even remember. (I have an excuse. Weird that I cannot open my page on this net cafe. Will it be those pop ups that greet you, including me, whenever I drop by? I was oh-so-busy for the past, uhhmmm, for almost a year now.)

I am alive just so you know. I promise to be back in the blogging world again. I do not have an exact time. But I will be.

Though we're halfway of this month of this new year, I would want to greet everyone a happy new year!

2007-07-21T00:13:00.000+08:00

May pera nga ba sa basura o pera mismo ang basura?
07.20.2007
11:47pm

Linggo ito nangyari.

Sa di ko malamang kadahilanan, medyo tanghali na ako nagigising kapag araw ng Linggo. Sa pagitan ng alas 8 hanggang 10 ng umaga. Oo, dalawang oras ang pagitan. Minsan kasi, kahit mulat na ang mata ko, hindi pa rin gising ang diwa ko. '

Kagat-kagatin man ng lamok o napakamot na sa *toooot* parang wala pa rin. Marahil epekto ng pagpupuyat. Pero ibang usapan na 'yon.

Teka. Alam ko, madaling araw na din ng Sabado (Linggo na pala.) ako nakatulog kaya bumawi lang ako (Sus. Nagpalusot pa.). 'Yun nga.

Naulinigan kong may tumatawag sa ngalan ng kuya kong sa kalapit bahay lamang nakatira. Kapag ang bintana ng kwarto mo' halos ilang dipa lang ang layo sa bahay ng iba, malamang pati pag utot ng isa ay dinig mo.

"Joel! Joel!", ika ng tumatawag. Di pamilyar ang boses. Di ko kilala. Pero dinig ko ang napag-usapan di dahil umagang-umaga, eh, nakikichismis ako o kasi ilang dipa lang ang layo ng bahay ng kuya ko sa bintana ng kwarto ko, pero malakas kasi ang boses nila (Sus ulit. Pero di palusot yan.). Nagpapahanap yung tao ng trabaho sa kuya ko.

Foreman ang kuya ko. Foreman ng kapitan naming engineer. Baranggay tanod naman niya sa gabi. May alam ang kuya ko sa pagiging engineer (Electrical nga ba o mechanical? Ah basta.) kasi undergrad siya ng kursong yon. Nag-asawa lang kasi ng maaga. Kaya medyo mahirap din ang buhay nya.

Nagpapasama sa proyekto yung tao sa kuya ko. Kung may bakante raw, isama siya ng kuya ko. Nasabihan nga lang na wala na talaga. Nasabi yata ng kuya ko na may susunod na project. Dun na lang daw siya isasama.

Kung kani-kanino na daw lumapit yung tao. Wala daw talaga kasing pera.

Di ko na maalala (Sabi ko na sa'yong di ako Chismoso. Kunsensiya: Sira. Kalimot na 'yan pag di mo maalala.) kung ano pa yung napag-usapan nila. Basta ang tumatak sakin, eh yung nagpaalam siyang kakalkalin yung basura sa likod-bahay namin. No offense meant, pero di ako taga-tambakan. May isang parte lang talaga ng likod bahay namin ang basurahan - pinagsawaang bisikleta, pinaglumaang gulong ng trak na pinamahayan ng marahil ng mga lamok pero di ko alam kung san galing dahil owner-type jeep lang naman ang naging sasakyan namin noon, lumang yerong binakbak mula sa kwarto ng nanay ko, bugok na itlog ng manok at kung anu-ano pang laman ng buhay.

Naguha ng lata yung tao. Ipinabigay na din ng nanay ko yung mga inipon nyang lata ng canned goods (Lata na nga, canned goods pa.). Walang-wala daw talaga yung tao.

Ginusto kong silipin kung sino yung tao (Sabi na sa inyong hindi ako chismoso.). Kaso nga lang nung pagbaba ko, siya namang labas nya sa bakuran namin. Gusto ko lang malaman kung sino iyon at kung paano nya nakilala ang kuya ko.

May konti pa ngang pagdududa ang nanay ko kasi nga 'di naman niya kilala yung taong naghahakot ng kung ano mula sa likuran namin. "Private property: No Trespassing", ika nga.

Nabanggit din ng kuya ko na anim ang anak noon. Kasama na ang kambal. Ang kuya ko lima ang anak. Ako, walang anak. Pare-parehas kaming hirap sa buhay.

Maaaring mas hirap ang isa kesa sa isa. Pero ang hirap ay hirap.

Binalak ko talagang i-blog ito. Itinanda ko pa sa notepad ko dito sa opisina para di ko malimutan. Plinano ko din mag-blog bago man lang mag-rest day.

Dalawang gabi na ang nakakaraan, dahil sa isang buwan na lang ay ma-e-expire na ang load ko, sinubukan kong mag-download ng mga laro at gumagalaw-galaw na wallpaper. 'Yun lang. Maubos lang ang load.

Sayang ang 290 Pesos. Oo, lagi lang ako napipilitan mag-load. Di naman ako pala-text o tawag. Kailangan kasi lalo na sa kliyente.

Hinayang na hinayang talaga ko sa mga bagay na ginagastusan ko pero di ko man lang nakikita.

Di ko na dadramahan pang yung pera na pang-load ay pangkain na lang sana nung taong naghagilap ng swerte sa basure.

Pero totoo.

2007-07-20T23:48:00.000+08:00

The Good In Goodbyes
11:15pm
Music: I'm Coming - Rain feat Tablo

In less than a month, three significant ladies in my life had announced their intent to try their luck outside the country.

Well, one of them, my sister, has gone almost a month ago.

The other is my former teammate. I knew of her plans. But my knowledge was not that complete since we hardly see each other. And most of the time, it only happens in cyberspace.

I actually attended her despedida, along with my teammate and two other former teammates. It felt like a reunion as well. Aisah, my teammate who's soon be leaving for SG, Ronch, whom I am coaching weekly about work, but about love and life...nah, Melina, a trainer-slash-recruiter, should del with those. There was also Zig, my batchmate at work, who's fulfilling his dream as a pro in handling the lens. I must admit that I envy his job and talent.

Due to I was stuck in the meeting my deadlines before my rest days, I was the one who arrived late. Very late to be exact. I arrived the next day. You know that my shift ends at 12mn. I was struggling in Shaw Blvd past 12 looking for Astoria Plaza. Out of stupidity, I rented a cab. I could've walked. I know you know how I love to walk and not promote air pollution. But anyway, better late than never, as they say.

Waited for about 5 minutes at the entrance. I was trying to call Ronch and Ice (Aisah) but got no answer. Good thing Ronch had to feed himself with nicotine. He went down and saw me. He dragged me after.

No, wait. After we've entered the hotel room, I tried to look for Zig, Melina and Aisah among the crowd but one of Aisah's friend dragged to the kitchen. I am not used at social gatherings. He was handed a canned beer to me. He even said that he knows I dog hard drinks but that was what he an offer. (I am a good boy, you know :p ). But before I grabbed the beer, the three (Melina, Zig and Aisah) greeted me. Melina asked me to give her a hug and I did. I got my beer and had myself comfortable lounging on the carpeted floor, sitting on a pillow. So, that was chic. (Wait. What does chic mean? The word sounds femme but perhaps fitted to the occasion since girls dominated the boys that time. Hehe.)

Talk. Career. Plans. Cigar. Beer. Pictures. Videoke. Drama (Ooops!). And what-have-yous.

Melina, Ronch, Zig and I left the place at around 5 am. On the contrary, I just had 1 can of beer (I cheated them! Haha!).

Melina did join us three guys inside the car. So, on the way to Cubao, where I would take my ride home (Ronch and Zig belong to the Southern teritory), we still kept talking about some things in our life. Can't remember most since we concentrated on keeping Ronch awake. Drunk driver, you know (Kids, do not try it.).

End of the party.

On the other hand, my cousin, Bebe, would be leaving on Sunday, I think. She never really talked about her plans. I just found out that she's leaving after her documents are already complete.

She requested for a sleepwear. I obliged. My cousin is taller than me. So, I think I got something way small for her.

I placed a small note which read, "Here's your request. Hope you like it. Enjoy Dubai. Take care and God bless."

Last night I got a text message from her that read, "Thanks for granting my request. I'm going to miss you all."

See, goodbye may sometimes look easy. But when that day where I would really have to say goodbye, I shed some tears.

But more than anything, something like this pushes me to strive harder in reaching my goal, my dreams.

Inspiring. How each of these ladies step up and face the challenge elsewhere, away from home.

2007-06-23T00:39:00.000+08:00

Did I Just Hate Shopping?
12:22 AM
Music: You Give Love A Bad Name - Blake Lewis

I do not usually shop. But when I do, I usually splurge.

Think about the things that I list. The things that I want. And when the I have the time to roam the mall or whathaveyou, more often than not, I buy what has been on that list. As in one time, big time. But I do not recommend that. It causes a bigger damage in the pocket. Moreso, more scrathes on your card.

I was set to buy three things yesterday (Yes. Since it's already midnight and I am overstaying here in the office to blog. My mom knows that I am not going home due to a meeting but that has been postponed to next week.) : Chucks in Hibiscus color, a shirt for my mom, a gift for my nephew and niece. Did I just say three? well, my nephew and niece that I am talking about are siblings. I was planning to buy something that they can share. But since my niece is also my goddaughter, my plan can change. I was undecided on what to get 'em.

I came off the three malls I went to empty handed. The Chucks are soldout. But the other mall has stocks but are not on sale. 400 bucks is something, dude. I shyed away when I was about to step into this girlie boutique to get my mom something. There were many ladies there. And if I step in, I would be the only guy. But I have went into ladies' boutiques before to get girlie stuff for some people. But yesterday, I just did not feel comfortable. Add the time pressure, as well. I have less than an hour to browse through the things inside. I did not want to be late for work. But I still, I have my budget for these things.

Fortunatelty, the polos I want from Bench were no longer available. I was about to get me a couple. That would roughly be 800 bucks.

Nay, I really am bad at shopping. I change plans 'til the last minute. But I almost always end up with a good buy :p

Alright. I am about to go now.

Cheers!

2007-06-02T00:02:00.000+08:00

Sa Tindahan (Pero Di Ni Aling Nena)
11:44pm
Music: Minamalas - Mojofly

Napangiti ako ng aking pamangking lalaki noong Martes.

Bago ako pumasok sa opisina, nagpapabili ako sa kanya ng dalawang klaseng ulam sa may tindahan sa kalsada.

Hindi ko kilala yung nagtitinda. Pero alam ko na kapitbahay ko siya. Tubo sa aming lugar ang kanyang mga magulang, parehas ko. Pero di hamak na mas may edad sa akin yaong naninindahan. Nanay na siya na halos kasing edad na rin siguro ng aking nanay, sa aking palagay. Nito lang din siya muling bumalik sa aming lugar para manirahan kasama ang kanyang pamilya.

Ayun, sa kanya na ko palagiang bumibili ng ulam. Lutong bahay kasi. Mura pa. Hassel nga lang ang pagdala patunggong opisina. Isipin mo na lamang ang ilang kilometrong tinatahak ko sa araw-araw. Pero sulit din naman kung minsan. Nasasayahan na din ako sa beinte peso na kalahating order ng karne o sampung pisong kalahating order ng gulay. Inuuna ko ang kahit ano sa dalawa sa pananghalian at hapunan sa opisina.

Ngunit noong Martes ay nagustuhan ko ang kanilang sinigang na baboy. Sakto lamang ang iniabot kong pera sa aking pamangkin. 20 para sa sinigang at 10 para sa ginisang ampalaya. Kaso pagbalik nya ay sinabing 25 na raw ang kalahating order ng sinigang. Karaniwang pag-abot sakin ng ulam ay siya namang bigay ko sa kanya ng limang piso bilang kapalit ng pagbili nya ng ulam. Walang pasok sa eskwela kaya't alam kong pwede na rin ang limang piso pambili ng tinapay na pang merienda sa hapon.

Hinbol ko ang aking pamangki upang iabot ang isa pang limang piso dahil sakto nga lamang ang iniabot kong pambili. Inisip kong ang kulang na bayad na ibabalik nya sa tindahan ay yung para sa kanya. Pero sinabi nya na natawaran daw nya dahil suki naman daw kami.

Napailing na lang ako at nangiti.

2007-05-25T23:17:00.000+08:00

As Spider-Man said, "We all have choices in life."
10:48pm
Music: Two Trick Pony - Sandwich

My sister is set to leave for work somewhere in the Middle East.

She is my half sister. I did not really grow up bonding with her and the like. But the news made me sad. She has not announced it yet to the family. But her household keeper mentioned a bit about that already.

She might leave sometime in June. 2nd week of June the latest.

I was just sad that she has to. She has a job, a home, a family. But financial wise, just like most of the families here, what she and her family have is not enough.

I think I am not in the position to disclose anything personal about her family. So, I will leave specific reasons unsaid.

One of the things that saddens me is the chance that her 2 year old daughter might not grow as close a mother to her child as can be. She also has an 8 year old son who needs guidance in his studies. The kid is good in school. Somehow, his performance might get affected.

Another thing is the fact that my sister's there just next to our house. The feeling is different when you know that someone's away. Not even a bus ride can bring someone back whenever one likes to.

On my side, as their uncle, I would still have a little something from them whenever I get back from the supermarket. I would watch tv with them. I would laugh with them. I would play with them at our swing backyard.

As my sister's brother, I wish her to find what she really is looking for.

Just letting my sister feel that I, too, worry about her even though on cyberspace.

2007-05-25T22:24:00.000+08:00

And I Am Back Again
9:18pm
Music: Hiling - Paramita

Because I wanted to post as much as I could last time (Err, was it two weeks ago?), I forgot to edit the colors of the titles of my posts. But what the heck? That would mean more than a couple of minutes. And I hope you already know how precious spare time is for me. Just like now...

Boy, am I not feeling less stressed for this week. (But before I give more info on what I had been doing last weekend, lemme just inform you that I watched Spider-man 3 on its opening day. I was with my college tropa, Joms, at SM Megamall. It was May 1, Tuesday, a holiday. Being that, the theatre was packed. I always watch Spider-man duirng its opening day for obvious reasons. That was the movie I watched after almost 2 years of locking myself to the social world - But not really. Time restraint... must need better time management. That day was also my first time to eat at Sbarro. I had Pasta Rustica. I played with the restaurant's seasonings which inspired me to get myself a small bottle of McCormick's Dried while oregano leaves. Yum. Being a Spider-man fan, I got myself a bag. It was costly. But again, I-must-have-it, I told myself. Now, it is about to tear off at the bottom. Perhaps, poor quality. But I hate myself for not gettinga any Spider-man kiddie meal toy from Jollibee. For no reason, I didn't feel getting one. But I settled for a Shrek 3 - Pinocchio figure from McDo. To think that I am not a Shrek fan.). Alright, after that mouthful of Spider-man story, I would just start a new paragraph.

I HAD BEEN TO PUERTO GALERA last weekend (May 18-20, Fri - Sun, 3 days and 2 nights). And it was my first time there immersing my body to its salty, blue water; diving for hermit crabs and all that sea creatures; bringing a blue starfish from one snorkeling spot to the other; eating all those grilled kebabs and hot stews; drinking Mindoro Sling (hint! hint!), riding the banana boat; having a headon collision with a jellyfish; snorkeling minus the fins and the one thing that you put in your mouth; treating myself for the grandest vacation I had so far; exposing my tempting body to the rest of the beach bums; eating a McChicken nugget with that green, Shrek-inspired dip (Haha! Had breakfast before the trip); detaching myself from Luzon to discover the island; buying board shorts for myself and my sibs; minggling with my new team; passing through a small tunnel; seeing what a white beach should be. I hope I did not forget anything.

Just an FYI, my YM and MSN personal message read, "I just want to be on the beach... to get sunburn!" (This was before I knew that we were going somewhere south.) After I have learnt that we will have a summer outing, I made it into, "I will soon be on the beach... to get sunburn!" Now, I still have the hangover (Not of the Mindoro Sling) from it, so I have, "I had been to the beach... and got sunburn!" posted. See, these were inspired by Sandwich's song, "Sunburn". That is my song for summer aside from Silent Sanctuary's "Summer Song".

For the pictures? Hmmm... Let me check if I can still have time to save them.

Free Photo Album with PicTiger
Summer '07 of the QA - Sales Team

Okay. I do not have much to say about what I had been doing and who I'd been pestering last March. Or perhaps I forgot already what March '07 was to me.

But wait. Just today, I bought my very first acoustic guitar. Yes, I am no wannabe rockstar. I know I may look like one. Just be envious and bitter at the same time. Joke. No, I love music. And I have a number of poems which I would like to turn into something more appealing to the ear.

I was actaully thinking if I get one from RJ music or from a small stall at G2. My budget was only 11 hundred bucks. An ordinary guitar that is on sale on both stores costs 899. Casing costs roughly about 300 bucks. But I setteled for the latter. My pocket is now less that 1500. It comes with a free case, pic (Is this how is it spelled?) and chord chart.

To detox/ destress is my other reason for buying it.

Okay. I will make another post after this.

I was just excited to share with you my summer getaway.

2007-05-12T00:06:00.001+08:00

Yum with a capital Y
02.13.07 Tues
8:45pm
Music: Love Is contagious - Nina

This is my most sumptuous meal to date here in the company.

We just found a generous meal provider.

I had 1 1/2 cups of rice plus four big fish balls from another caterer. But I got another which was caldereta and a cup of rice.

But that was not just it. My friends/teammates, Chie, Drake and Cel were also in action.

In addition, I had a spoonful of beef tapa, at least a serving of ampalaya guisado and some slices of green mangoes with shrimp paste.

Know what? I'm still keeping in me a post that I will transcribe perhaps...uhm, just perhaps. This new responsibility is eating me wholly.

Anyway, I have much to tell. But let's do that next time.

I miss blogging and I miss you, too. :p

2007-05-12T00:05:00.000+08:00

Life Is Unfair
5:45pm (can't remember when)
Music: Never Been To Me

Just asked my teammates about the title of the song that goes, (clears throat)"I've been to Georgia, to California... I've been to paradise but never been to me..." or something to that sort.

They said that "Never Been To Me" is its title. Too lazy to google who the singer is. But I am not intersted to find out. I am more of the singer who sang this last night.

It was a usual tiring day from work. I must admit that more than 10 minutes of power nap taken every other hour pumps my blood and brings me good vibes. It is bad to sleep in the office. But I am no machine man. Engines, too, need some rest. So, do I. And I take at least some time within my shift to relax (with some snoring on the side).

Anyway, it wasn't a good day actually. The shoes that I intended to buy before the holidays were gone. Well, there were bigger sizes available. But what the hell? I was telling myself how stupid I was to deprive me of a little happiness. Mind you. I have not given myself a gift last Christmas aside from the 2 CDs that I bought a month ago.

As I was walking to the MRT station 'til waiting for the next train (Since I wasn't able to squeeze myself in when the train arrived. The people kept piled up near the door, steadily gripping the rails, eventually blocking the entrance of other passengers, me included and a little lady. So, I need to wait for a freakin' 10 minutes.) and while going to the bus terminal after I got off the train, I was thinking about the opportunities that I intentionally avoided (Buying those two pairs of shoes included.). You know how it feels physically when you are having a hard time reading some small words from afar, your eyebrows almost meet at your nose ridge? That aching feeling on the head. Ang sama talaga ng loob ko.

I remember that the shoe lace on my left rubber shoes got loose as I was going down the stairs of the footbridge. I already crossed the boulevard from atop. Of course, I did not want to block other passers by. I turned around fast and tied up my shoe in 2 seconds. Then, rushed down the stairs. See, every second is important to me to catch the last trip of the bus that will take me home. But those train waiting and shoe lace fixing might have caused some delay. For the third time this week, I missed the last bus ride (Hmm, I feel the Sony Ericsson commercial.).

From the footbridge to the terminal, there was something in between (or rather someone). My frown was a bit relived. There was a blind couple just almost below a dim light post playing their songs. As I was approaching the duo, the lady was singing that song I mentioned earlier accompanied by the man to her left playing an electric guitar. Not a "champions" performance but a really nice one. I felt the passion for what she does. Yes, she earns a living (That may be their sideline or a full time job.) but it is always different when you see someone working just for the money from someone working for the love of it. Too bad that I was not able to drop any spare coin in their can. Perhaps, later.

Then, I told myself that life is indeed unfair. I was unfair to my own self not to at least treat myself for something for a whole year of hardwork. I was unfair to show myself the good things that life offers. I was unfair to my career for not giving all that I can offer because I am too shy, unconfident and self-satisfied.

Seeing the couple reminded me of the priviledges that I have in my life that they do not have and that they may never have.

******************

During my shift, around 6:25pm, me and my teammates heard someone knocking on the door near the service elevator.

I cannot really get up from myself to open it since I am attached to my phone. I did not also bother to check who that was for I did not want to give that person that hope that I will be superman coming to his rescue.

The sound from the door was funny. From slow to fast, then faster then with an upbeat tempo then with another slow tempo. It was music but from a helpless person.

It was almost my break. I intended to open the door when the clock hits 6:30pm. And it did.

I came to open the door. It was a service delivery man from a fast food chain. He was carrying an order for another team.

After I opened it, he said that he has been there for a long time. Of course, I did not believe him for I sit a few meters away from the door. I know that he did not spend more than seven minutes outside. But I must admit that knocking on a door really hurt the knuckles.

The process when having an order delivered here was to bring the food first to this floor. Then, a guard will call the other guard on duty in the floor where the food will be delivered. Then, the delivery man will be asked to go to the said floor already. There is some kind of reception area. I advised the delivery boy to ask the guard next to alert the guard or maintainance people that he will already be going to a certain floor to do his delivery.

I know that the poor boy has nothing to do with it. I just had two things.

First, why the heck people who will deliver orders need to use the service elevator? Though they are not tenants and they are wearing some fancy fast food chain uniform, I think they should also be allowed to use the same elevator that the employees on this building use. Is there some discrimination or class separation here? Besides, the service elevator are used to bring garbages downstairs, right? Imagine that.

Second, the guards here really suck. Well, some. Some are nice to employees. But they should also be nice to other people whether or not they are the employees of the company that that they are serving. Of course, that poor delivery man does not know the corners of the company. I do not know if it was the ego of some guards here.

It was much better in our original building where delivery people were asked to wait in our cozy reception area. Then, the receptionist will call the guard on a certain floor. That guard will look for the person whom the delivery man is looking for. Then, they'll meet at the reception area for their transaction. Easy, organized and less painful.

I do not know if it was this building's policies. But I hope that the new building, that we'll soon be relocating, has better service to all the people who will go in and out of their place.

2007-05-12T00:02:00.000+08:00

What Have I Done To You Lately?
05.11.07 Fri
Music: Summersong - Silent Sanctuary

You know I will never leave you.

But due to a major change in my job, it is with heavy heart to even spend at least five minutes with you. Worse, even look at you from the last time I loved you. But I never changed. I never will.

I will still blog. =)

At last. I will lay my hands to you again. Even for just a short time ('cos my draft is a notepad, that is why.)

It has been almost four months, eh? I knew that my busy schedule will affect my daily habit. Yes, I remember that I post everyday. You know, I finished my job early that is why I treasure this last 30 minutes of my shift. And I really told myself to spend it writing about something.

Some of my friends here at work asked me to update my posts. Perhaps, my other friends and those who lurk thought that I have given up my blog because I got tired of it. Not. I have considered it as an outlet especially for my work now.

Anyway, let me start on the month where I had no post. Oops. That would be February, March, April and May. Okay.

Feb. - As I officially started my new role, one bigger event happened not just to me but to my family. My eldest half brother died. It was a complication on the lungs. The specifics, I don't know. We hardly talked. We cared for each other but not as much as how the image of brothers should be.

Honeslty, I felt nothing when I learned the news. It was Feb 16, Friday. That time I was in the PM shift. I went home at around 2AM of that date. My other elder btother informed me that the eldest in our family was brought to the hospital. I thought everything would be okay. But I was awakened by some noise coming from our living room. Some where talking about cleaning the house and moving this and that cabinet. Then, the furnitures rolled on the floor.

His remains were brought to the house at around 8AM. But I have to leave for work. Yes, you heard me. I still went to work. I had loads of things to finish. I have no one to leave my responsiblities to. As a matter of fact, I didn't go home that day I went to work. Yes, I finished some things until past midnight. That was technically Feb. 17.

The day went I felt he was gone was on the last day of the wake, Saturday night. There were lots of people in our house. The brother I thought that was no good was loved by many.

No drama. But I cried during his internment. And I was the only one wearing black. Most of my family members were in white. Well, I do not have a white shirt. But I would have preferred something white on that hot afternoon.

I felt relieved, to be honest again. At least, everytime I am away from home, I will worry no more on what might be happening inside the house. I do not want to enumerate here our differences. I think some space in my blog about my take on him has been consumed. I just think that he should be happier to where he is now. And I think he had a shared the important minutes of his life before he died with his youngest sibling.

May he rest in peace. Amen.

Outro:

I would try to be more diligent at work to finish everything and blog something (at least once a week).

If you still have more time, here are some posts that are sleeping in this notepad. They will not be drafts anymore as I will post them now.

Look. Look.

The Cycle
02.23.07 Fri
Music: Ligaya - Eraserheads
9:04pm

I think I've been gone from the blogging world for a month now.

No updates on my site. Moreso, no updates from my friends. Yep. My name is now spelled B-U-S-Y.

As much as I do not want to say this, I have been promoted already. Next week is my first monthsary (Uhm, is this the right term for this?) in this positon.

But I had some realizations from the day...

Continued...
02.26.7 Mon
9:25pm
Music: Silent Santuary's single (forgot the title)

...I was hired on this job level I am in.

I am now more familiar with stress. My reports are due on the first day of my work week. In today's case, today. But I've done all four. So, four out of four are finished. On excess periods, some job-related whathaveyous are next. To lessen my responsibilities on the succeeding days, I see my spare time as an opportunity to do things in advance. But that might be stress with more 'ssssss' on its tail. Well, I think it'll be the case for now 'cos I am coping with this new phase of my life. On my first week, it took me more than half of my shift to finish one report. Now, I can finish four in about a little over 3 hours. I think I am turning stress into something useful. Like I demand myself now of time management. There's stress. My back aches. My neck aches. But I still look young. Beat that.

From the capital 'S', let's go now to 'T'. I miss tv so badly. I miss primetime shows and late night news and current events-related shows. This means I have to find more ways than the free newspaper on MRT stations to gather some bits and pieces of the world around me.

Hmm, I didn't notice that my realizations came in alphabetical order. But it is good that they only started on the latter part of it.

Done with 'T'. Now came...'U'. Cheezy. I miss u. I miss ya. I miss you. U, I miss. Ya, I miss. You, I miss. 'Nuff said.

2007-01-15T19:26:00.000+08:00

Of Tofu And Mangoes and Seedlings
6:39pm
Music: I Don't Want To Miss A Thing - Aerosmith (loud music I am overhearing from the Training Dept)

I had two goals to meet the past weekend. One was about cooking while the other was about picking mangoes.

As you know, obviously, I have been staying in the kitchen during weekends. My dishes were Nilagang Manok and Pechay Guisado, all from sassy lawyer, Connie.

The former was served on a Saturday lunch. The latter was served for a Saturday and Sunday dinner. And no, Sunday dinner was not a leftover from Saturday night. I went overbored in buying the ingredients that's why my grocery receipt went over a thousand, which normally tallies for about 800 bucks only.

I did not religiously follow the recipes. I disregarded some and added some items.

The last two dinners made me use tofu for the first time. I am not a fan even in a serving of LTB (Lugaw/Congee, Tokwa/Tofu, Baboy/Boiled pig's meat). But there will always be first times, right? It was also my first to use sesame seed oil in my dish. And boy, am I a proud owner of another kitchen tool: a set of measuring spoons. Inspiring.

This one is not part of my weekend plan but I find the need to post it.

I already have at least an inch of chili seedlings. I am not sure, though, of its variety. I have mixed at least three types in the bag: bell pepper; long, green chili (the one usually used in sinigang) and the red hot one (the one used as a dunking sauce along with patis and vinegar).

I am thinking of where to transplant them. Our backyard usually gets flooded on rainy days.

Sundays had always been boring to me. But if I will choose to be at work or lounge at home, I will definitely stay at home and be as bored until work day comes in.

I tried to take a nap around 3pm. It was damn hot but I have my ever reliable, semi-functional (It does not rotate, for reason that I want to find out. I took care of it but can;t think of any reason why it suddenly had a severe "stroke." And I am the only one using it.) electric desk fan.

I think I feel asleep for about 5 minutes. But that wasn't enough. Much harder was to try to get that "antok" feeling back. Headache on a hot, boring afternoon. So, I went down and ate a couple of biscuits.

As I was seated, my two brothers were sleeping on our sofa. The elder was even snoring. How could they? Our window was just right in place to allow sun rays to enter. Plus, they did not have any kind of ventilation. But they were having a good time romancing the cushion. Kainis. Perhaps, it was my semi-wet hair for I was almost fresh from the shower when I laid down on my bed.

Anyway, so I thought of something to do. I thought of cooking dinner already but it was too early. I just checked my plants at our yard. Then, thought of a wonderful idea...

... pick some mangoes. Hmmm, it has been more than a year when I last tasted our homegrown fruit. And it was my dad who planted that tree. It was thick with fruits but less than last summer.

I looked for the piece of wood that my nephews use to pick the mangoes. I climbed up the tree. It was swaying because of a strong wind. I just stayed on the first stable branch. I tried to go higher but the wind stopped me. I got mild bruises on my right wrist and left leg for hanging on the tree like a monkey.

I guess, it was totally different when I was younger. Back then, I do not fear heights even climbing high construction places and public school roofs. No, I am not part of the Akyat-Bahay Gang. We were kids playing hide and seek with a little pusoy dos on the side. Before I can go up to the third level branch of that same tree. And I do not use any kind of wood to get the fruits. I reach them with my hand, twist the branch and break it.

We usually do it at noontime. I call my friends by clapping my hands. That was our kind of sign. At least five kids are up on the tree minding their own business but with one aim: to pick as many mangoes as each one can. Before, we did not pay attention if the one mango was still about to grow in size and be ready for consumption. We even didn't care if we can eat all of 'em. All we wanted was the delight of climbing a tree and then going down with a handful. That was the peak of the excitement. Once everyone's done, we peel the skin off the fruit. Some prepare the dunking sauce. And this sauce can either be the ff: patis (fish sauce), patis and salt (How healthy); Bagoong (shrimp paste); salt, msg; salt, msg and chili; patis, salt and chili,; salt and chili; bagoong and chili.

And then one will trick the other by rubbing a red, hot chili on one of the shredded peices of mango and then returning that piece inside the bowl where we get our share.

I managed to get four mangoes yesterday. Two, I ate with Bagoong Balayan (anchovy sauce) while the other should be on our tableby now, hopefully.

So, on weekends, I have at least three productive things to do.

2007-01-12T18:27:00.000+08:00

Round 1 : The Challenge
6:01PM
Music: September -EW&F

Time to re-assess myself again, professionally.

Nope. And I am not talking about my self evaluation form that I am trying to fill up. But this should concern something bigger than that.

I have again applied for a little higher position. As last year, I am again not expecting anything. But I am sure surely giving a good competition those those who sent their intent. Oops. A couple are my friends. And the three of us just laugh about our interest. Not that laughing about someone's dreams and career move but the fact that we are trying again.
Perhaps, we have this vibe of uncertainty. Well, I do. Not that as strong as my will to help my team. I have always loved, and always will, this group.

Those "maybe's" and "what if's" running through my mind again. You might not understand if you're not in the same industry that I'm in.

I like how the way I control my schedule choice. For more than I year, I have lived as normal as the rest of the Filipino laborer out there (but not out there as in overseas).

You see, it is a big thing to me. To deprive myself with depression. Yes, I get very sad going home when the rest of you are perhaps on their sleep already. I can deal with late nights once or twice a week but maybe not for the rest of my work week. I may not see the things that I used to see in this schedule: late night news, bus ride chasing, street food vendors, morning sun, morning air, rush hour, k-drama, MRT passenger crush, free newspapers, hot lunch (more of late lunch) , etc. These may be pain in the arse but these make me tick. I also think that my mom would be in a sound sleep when I get home. She would be alone until I reach my place at around 2AM (That is if I would be THE one.).

But there is a requirement once promoted. Yes, I know that things will change because I will not work as a rep but something else.

I know I can do the job and meet the demands of it. I am thinking about the things outside this career move. I may be the best in that position. But will I still be the best outside, say as a friend or brother? I do not want to miss things out. I still have plans about things that I want to do after work. If I will be here 'til midnight, so how can I attend to some of my obligations if the people who are waiting for me are already sleeping? Someday, I will have a business. How can I attend to that business?

But let me think again. I will take each day one day at a time. Strategize. After work, I should be totally out from work. When in the office, first priority is work. After shift, I should place work somewhere in the middle of my list to do other things. You think that's healthy enough, right?

Okay, yes. I am up for it. Let's see if this will sweep me hard or I am just traumatizing myself with too much thinking.

Good luck to me on Tuesday. (Also to my other teammates who'll be up.)

2007-01-12T17:45:00.000+08:00

23 Dec 06, Fri Dinner @ Causeway, Banawe Ave

The food was that good which made us a little crazy.

As I was playing with Chie's camera...

.. and this one... But they did not understand what candid shot should be.

Christmas 2006

Too bad, I wasn't there due to work. But here are two pictures sent to me by my cousin, Jen, to realize what I missed.

To complete the story, access the matching text here.

2007-01-09T17:52:00.000+08:00

01.08.07 Mon
6:43pm

Last Saturday was Fun

For the past weeks, I was always late in having my grocery list done.

I now arrive at the supermarket at past 9am. But it was okay since the holidays are over and there are less people now doing their rounds.

But I am not posting anything about time and other shoppers.

I finished my list fast. Before the clock hit 11:30am (and before Korean drama, "It Started With a Kiss" started.. Haha! I am guilty.), I was already home unloading my three grocery bags.

I have some grocery finds that excites me until now. And there are still some that I wish to get in my next stop.

To help me in my cooking indulgence, I got a cooking oil dispenser; a small, steel laddle; a small powder container (since I bought a pack of curry powder that same day); and a peeler with plastoc knife (this my nephews tested after the picked some green mangoes in our backyard).

A set of measuring spoons were already in my cart. But I decided to have it next week. I assumed that my money isn't enough. And I am strictly following my grocery list. But the items mentioned above were not even part of last week's list. So, blame me now. A set of measuring cups also call me everytime I passby that section. Soooooon.

Anyway, one of the personnels assigned to the meat section was a former kindergarten classmate/neighbor. I know that we know each other. We just did not grow up speaking with one another. He, together with his brothers, has been a news in our place, even outside, for their notorious acts.

And dang! He kept on coming back and forth the liempo section. I was suppose to get at leat 1/4 k of it. But he was the only one tasked to weigh and seal it. And I do not want to command a person whom I know. So, I changed paln on what to cook for a Sunday lunch. I got chichen gizzard and liver instead. Easy adodo instead of bicol express.

Upon reaching home, I rested and watched tv for a moment before I proceeded to work my hands on my Oriental Pork ingredients. It was from the kitchenomics website. But I made a twist, accidentally. Instead of using their sweet style spaghetti sauce, I used 2 pouches of sweet blend tomato sauce from UFC. I wrote it wrongly on my list. I kep on looking for a 250 g del monte sweet style tomato sauce but found none. I found a 200 g sweet blend UFC tomato sauce. I got two, which makes 400g, and just increased the amount of other ingredients so I can consume every drip of the tomato sauce.

Oriental Pork was okay. But I did not get rave reviews about it. Plain. I made it a little hot by adding some more curry powder. But I liked it hot.

After eating lunch and a short rest, I went digging some soil in our backyard. The squash that I planted in a small pot was fastly growing. So, the need to transfer it to an open soil was encouraged. I made use of my unused gardening tools.

As I was digging a plot, my two nephews were up the mango tree picking some fruits. I was just right below them. After they got more than 10 mangoes, they went down to eat 'em. I asked them to try one of my latest purchase - peeeler with plastic knife (with a banner on the side: Even kids can use them.)

After they peeled a couple, they helped me make my plot. My two other nephews also gave help. My four year old nephew/goddaughter, Christine, and Gaby. I have a shovel. Jeric had the hand trowel. Akie had the transplanter while Christine and Gaby were grabbing each other hair to use the cultivator.

I gave them some snacks afterwards. I asked my sister to make two pitchers of iced tea and to use the leftover lemon on the fridge. I then asked Jeroc to buy two plastics of cubed ice and some bread from the bakery. I was alone digging some more while watching them enjoy the food and the company of each other.

Ah, I really feeling it to be their tito (uncle).

But yesterday afternoon, those three little kittens got into my nerves.

They destroyed my plot. They've uprooted my plants. They managed to intrude the plant to think that we put some branches to protect them. God thing there were still alive but almost wilting. I buried the roots again in soil and watered them immediately while sprinkling some to those pesky, little kittens (Now, my mom plans to kidnap them from Phoebe and leave them 100 m away from our house.).

And just this morning, before I took a bath and wash the things I used in cooking, I added extra branches to ensure that they will not do it again. Hopefully, when I water them tonight, they are untouched.

Gluttony

I took two sets of meal for my lunch today.

I started off my morning with a cup of coffee. Then, I made myself an omelette (slices of chicken luncheon meat wrapped with scrambled eggs) that I brought here in the office as my official breakfast (as per my New Year's resolution, I am imposing myself to have a decent breakfast everyday.). With it was half a cup of rice.

My lunch was 'pinakbet' (mainly veggies) and a cup of rice. In less than 5 minutes after I consumed them, I went down our food court and got myself a serving of spaghetti and toasted bread.

I dozed off after. A complete pig, weren't I?

But I am still hungry. But no way am I stuffing my stomach with some more food. I feel like farting. Besides, the first thing that I did after I woke up this morning was to take a poop. I had an upset stomach that gives me a feeling of farting and pooping any moment.

So, I am not eating anything until I am home.

Kainis.

2007-01-08T18:24:00.000+08:00

Akie And Gaby
01.05.07 Fri
7:13pm
Music: Money - Cindy Lauper

Ngalan yan ng mga pamangkin ko. Magkapatid sila. Si kuya ay walong taong gulang, magsisiyam nitong buwan. Si bunso nama'y magdadalawa na sa Abril.

Dati silang nakatira sa matandang bahay na tinirhan naming lahat na magkakapatid. Ngayo'y nakalipat na sila sa sarili nilang bahay sa tabi ng matandang bahay.

Pasado alas sais kaninang umaga nang bumukas ang pinto sa likod-bahay. Si Gaby, akay ng kanyang nanay, ang aking ate, ang pumasok at mag-iinit ng tubig bitbit ang whistling kettle. Hindi pa plantsado ang bahay nila kaya hati pa din kami sa lutuan.

Ako'y naghihilamos na noon sa banyo. Kakabangon ko lang beinte minutos pagkatapos mag-alarm ang aking telepono. Hindi ko na talaga nasusunod ang itinakdang oras ng paggising ko sa aking sarili. Karaniwa'y bumabangon agad ako pero nitong huli ay pinapatay ko lang ang alarm at bumabalik ulit sa pagtulog. Oo, ang may sala ay ang panahon. Laging malamig sa umaga at madilim pa ang langit mga bandang alas singko singkwenta. Kahit tumuntong pa ang kamay ng orasan sa pang alas sais ay makulimlim pa din ang paligid na animo'y uulan.

Pagsilip sa akin ni Gaby sa banyo ay tumakbo na ito pabalik sa aking ate, sa kanyang ina. Sindan ko siya at inakay papuntang sala.

Nakasuot siya ng tsinelas na higit 500 pursyente ang laki sa kanyang paa. Hinubad nya ito at umakmang papasok sa kwarto ng aking ina. Nang bubuksan na nya ang screen door ay sabay naman ang labas ng aking ina kaya't siya'y tinamaan ngunit di naman nasaktan. Matibay din ang batang ito.

Niyakap at hinalikan siya ng aking nanay habang siya naman ay pilit na kinukuha ang hinubad na tsinelas na sobra sa laki. Habang nilalaro siya ng aking nanay ay nakita nyang nakahilera ang dalawa nyang tsinelas sa lagayan namin ng sapatos. Tuwing pagdating kasi namin ay nilalagay namin ang aming huhubaring sapatos o tsinelas na pang-alis sa may gilid ng hagdan. Sa gayon, nasanay na din si Gaby na ihilera dun ang kanya.

Pero sinuot pa din nya ang malaking tsinelas na ayaw talaga nyang hubarin. Pumasok ako sa kwarto ng aking nanay at kumuha ng Hello pipers na peanut butter flavor para iabot kay Gaby. Kinuha naman niya ito pero inilapag din sa tukador ng libro.

Nagpaalam na ang aking ina na papunta sa bahay ng kanyang kapatid, ang aking tiyo. Habang si Gaby ay sumunod naman sa may pintuan. Hinabol ko ito at inalalayang bumaba sabay abot ulit ng wafer.

Iniwan ko na siya at ako'y nagtimpla na ng aking kape. Ugali ko na na magpaikut-ikot sa bahay habang umiinom nito. Hindi ako sanay na nakaupong nagkakape sa bahay. Di kalakihan ang aming bahay pero nababagot ako kung higop-halo-higop lang ng kape ang gagawin ko tuwing umaga. Pasilip-silip din ako sa labas ng pinto o ihahanda ko na ang gamit sa paliligo habang lumalamig ang mainit kong kape. Gusto kong napapaso ng mainit na kape. Sa unang buhos pa lang ng mainit na tubig at paghalo nito ay tinitikman ko na kung tama ang tapang ng gawa ko. Gusto ko ng itim at mapait. Konting asukal at walang halong creamer o gatas. Lalo nang gusto ko din na ako ang mag gawa hindi iba maski pa isang sikat na coffee fix.

Pagsilip ko sa pinto ay nakita ko si Gaby na tila may kinakausap. Akala ko'y nadapa dahil tanggal ang isa nyang tsinelas. Tinanong ko siya kung ano ang ginagawa nya ngunit ang sumagot ay ang aking kuya, tiyo ni Gaby, na nag-aayos ng kanyang bisikleta. Binabato raw ang isang pusa.

Lumapit ako para makita. Kuting ang kanyang binabato at anak ito ni Phoebe. Kung inyong matandaan ay naisulat ko na ang tungkol sa pusang ito dito. Nakasuot ang pusa sa isang ukang bahagi ng taas ng aming bahay. Binato rin ni Gaby ng wafer ang kuting. Pero ito'y di para saktan siya kundi para laruin. Tuwang-tuwa palagi si Gaby pag nakikita ang mag-anak na Phoebe na ito. Nang aayusin ko na ang suot nyang tsinelas ay pinuntahan na siya ng kanyang kuya, si Akie, isa sa aking siyam na pamangkin, para dalhin sa loob ng kanilang bahay. Itinuro ko na ang wafer na ibinato rin ng kanyang kapatid.

Pumasok na sila sa kanila at pumasok na din ako samin. Inubos ang kape at naligo. Naghanda na sa pagpasok.

Sa tingin ko'y medyo naaga na ko ng paglabas ng bahay upang maghintay ng bus. Dati'y nakakalabas ako ng mga bandang alas siyete ngunit kinalauna'y pasado alas siyete y medya na ko nakakaalis. At nito ngang bandang huli ay halos alas otso na ko nakakaalis. Pero ganun pa din naman. Mahigit isang oras pa din ang itinatambay ko sa opisina bago magsimula ang aking shift.

Pagtawid ko sa kalsada papuntang abangan ng bus ay napansin ko si Akie na may hinihintay, nakaunipormeng pamasok. May klase ngunit tila tanghali na para sa oras nya sa eskwela. Naisip ko na baka naiwanan siya ng kanyang service (school bus pero di naman bus kundi van). Marami nang naglisawan sa kalye nun - tricycle drivers, magtataho, mga papasok sa trabaho, mga nakabiskleta. Pero tila malungkot siya at nangangamba.

Naisip ko na ganun din ako nun. Oras na ng klase ngunit ako'y kasalukuyang babad sa init ng araw at naghihintay ng sundo. Kung walang sundo, naghihintay ng sasakyang tricycle na ibibiyahe ako ng higit 10 minuto na ang bayad pa minsa'y doble kung ako lang ang sakay.

Si Akie ay tila inip. Tila gusto nang umuwi at sabihin sa nanay nyang nag tagal ng hinihintay nya at huli na siya sa klase kaya di na lang siya papasok. Ganyan madalas ang hirit nya sa kanyang ina pag tinanghali sila ng gising. Karaniwan kasi sinusundo siya ng service mga bandang alas sais kinse ng umaga. Pero ang simula yata ng klase'y alas siyete y medya. First trip kasi siya kaya't ganun kaaga.

O kung andun man ang nanay nya'y nagmamaktol na yun sa inip.

Ngunit siya lang mag-isa.

Panganay siya at gayundin ako. Marahil pareho kami. Dapat alam nya ,at alam ko din nung panahong ganun ako, na kayanin mag-isa ang pagsubok. O di kaya ang paggawa ng desisyon. Na sa bawat biyahe ay maaaring matangay kami sa unang pasada o maiwan para maghintay ng susunod. Yun ay kung may susunod pa. Kung wala ay sarili na naming diskarte.

Si Akie at si Gaby. Isang walo at magdadalawang taong gulang. Nagawang makipaglaro sa kuting at magtiis sa sundo.

Parehas ko noon.

2007-01-01T19:13:00.000+08:00

And then it was 2006
6: 43pm
Music: Boom Tarat Tarat - Willie Revillame

Year of the Pig.

But the roads were clean as I travelled going to the office. Really.

Perhaps, less people played with fire crackers. Good thing that there were street parties in the most happening areas country-wide.

I wasn't able to jump, though, when the clocked ticked 12, signaling the start of the first day of 2007.

After the solemn celebration of Christmas day, here comes a new year with all the merriment and festivities.

I, myself, had something in mind for this year. Though I haven't made an official list of my new year's resolution(s), I have two things that I should strictly follow - 1.) Keep my patience; and 2.) Eat my breakfast everyday.

Before I headed back home last Friday, I bought myself a red, smiling stress ball. This should keep me company especially in dealing with customers that will test my patience. I should give it a name. Ah, Buknoy, like Machine Man's fighting baseball.

Yesterday, I cooked two dishes. For dinner, I made batchoy special. Honestly, I did not enjoy it for it tasted bland. But my 2 year old niece loved it. So, I am guessing that it was good. It was only me and my choosy taste buds. Next was my teammate's original, tuna spaghetti. I made it with the help of my sister. It was good. Less spicy compared to the original recipe but good. Still, I prefer the spicier one. But I have to consider those who would like to taste it so being it less spicy was alright. And this time, the pasta was al dente. I just had two cuts on my left palm, though, which I got from opening a can of tuna.

I watched the inspiring yearend of Channel 2 entitled, "Ako And Simula." They did mention one of the quotes which is, "Be the change you want to see," by Mahatma Gandhi. I also endulged myself in the televised festivities of other places across the country.

I went to bed at a little over 12mn. I really wanted to be awake when I close chapter 2006 and open the next. I want to be awake should the world end. Silly. Haha!

This morning, the streets were clear and almost clean. MRT is not on vacation compared to last year. The stage along Paseo de Roxas here in Makati was being brought down when I passed by. Perhaps, the party ended a couple of hours after midnight but the organizing team was good in cleaning the mess. It looked like that no party transpired last night.

Here in the office, I enjoyed two glazed Krispy Kreme doughnuts. My first taste of it. I also had some inipit and turones de casoy, which I brought. I had free lunch that was fried chicken in gravy. I had coffee crumble ice cream. I still have a bottle of C2 in front of me.

I am now waiting for my shift to end. I am tired. I lack sleep. Some of my family awakened me around 4am. These are the ones who celebrated with alcohol. I wasn't able to take a nap here.

I was less 'expressive' and less excited last night. I don't know why. I was quiet cooking and eating. Btw, I also drowned myself in different kinds of chocolates at home.

Before I end this post, I think I have some achievements from last year that I am proud of.

I became a peer trainer here. I cut my hair. I was awarded and rewarded for having no lates, absences and undertime. I was able to learn a new hobby: cooking. I'll add some when I'm in the mood to recall things.

I hope this pig will be okay with a rooster. (Let's zero out the predictions and fashion blah blahs, okay.)

Happy new year!

2006-12-29T18:26:00.000+08:00

Envy: One of the Seven Deadly Sins
6:06pm
Music: Don't Call Me Baby - Freestyle

Nine friggin' hours of internet and being infront of the computer wasn't enough... and realiving.

You see that having a job that let's you sit infront of your computer while being chained in a phone line can sometimes be boring. Take note: SOMETIMES. How many people wishes to have a job like this? I am sure that no kid dreams of becoming a csr when they grow up. But man, the pay is good. And if you are looking for a part time job, this is what I endorse.

Anyway, I think it has been a month that me and my teammates are having a hard time getting personal windows. If you do not know what I mean, 'personal' means non-work related (e.g. gmail, yahoo mail, friendster, blog, PEx, etc.) Oops! Looks like the said examples are my preferred 'personal' windows. Haha!

My brain still functions well though the interesting sites I visit are blocked. And to tell you the truth, I will send this post from my company mail to my yahoo, gmail and myway accounts so that when I blog in some internet cafe, I wil have my posts just like the post I did before this. Btw, see the pictures?

Aside from this long intro, this is something that I really want to blog now. But first, let me thank Time Magazine for choosing me (Huh?!) as the person of the year. What took you so long? I know I was a late bloomer when it comes to internet and stuff but I've been hooked in this online thing back in 2001. Also, let me congratulate you, and if possible shake your hand, for being more or less like me when it comes to everything that is technology.

Alright, I envy a number of people. Not that I wish to be in their shoe. But to do or experience what they do at a young age. I am not old, you creep. I can pass for a college dude. Bus conductors never fail to ask if I am a student :p.

There are a lot of blogs that I like reading. And these blogs are from kids younger than me. If I was a teen, they would fall to pre-teens. Hihi. I am amazed by their knowledge on photography, htmls, graphics and everything that's visually stimulating. Of course, they write pretty well also. But let me also give credit to their schools and to their passion to create a decent blog.

If only I had better choices in college, I would've taken up multi media arts or advertising or ab comm arts or a course that's all about computer application. But I would prefer to have the set of friends and classmates in my real college life.

I am lusting for a nice SLR. I am dreaming of the latest and most user-friendly, techie pc. I need a hefty amount of money to send myself to a computer learning school. I WANT TECHNOLOGY. I WANT NEW FRIENDS WHO WILL INSPIRE AND HELP ME DISCOVER THIS SIDE OF ME.

Know why this techie thing seems to be frustrating?

My blog has at least 3 pop ups once opened. When I access it here in the office, those are being blocked. When I did outside last night, i freaked out to see one window opens after ther other. I didn't know what to close first. But I want more than about my blog. I want knowledge. Naks. Seriously, I want to see a full operational website of someone, say, my college org or just an online album of my batch. Multiply account may seem easy. But customizing it is another thing.

From these college kids, I tend to ask myself on my whereabouts when I was in college. Yes, I got hooked with the internet. The techiest thing that I did was to make a nice powerpoint/e-card for my friends.

[continued on 12.28.06 Thurs while eating Maggi's Creamy Spaghetti and listening to my teammate music, Donna Lewis' I Love You Always Forever]

...

[continued on 12.29.08 Fri @ 5:46pm]

Aside from the choices these kids have, I also like their gadgets. Not that I want to take 'em away from them. I've never had a decent mobile phone until I was about to be on my first job back in 2003. For the record, my sister lent her 3210 to me on the first month of 2002. I bought a SIM card for it with a P100 worth of call/text. But I wasn't able to consume it and I did not bother to get myself a prepaid card. See, I am never a mobile phone person. But I admire its latest models.

Now, what am I browsing? Hear ye! It's villman's.com. Perhaps, another gadget that will be added on my list is an mp3 player. And just yesterday, I found the pair of pants I was looking for. And I am considering to buy another Chucks come next year. The last two are not gadgets. But still, all is luxury.

So, that these things will not swallow me, I am keeping an list that I need to obey, better limit.

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It was my sister's and father's birthday last Wednesday, the 27th. Happy birthday to them both.

Also, some pictures from last Friday's dinner are already in. I am not posting any yet until I have the complete file and have sorted which to post.

Happy weekend and HAPPY NEW TO ALL OF YOU!!!

2006-12-26T20:48:00.000+08:00

Fashion Fusion: A Yearend Party
12.18.06 Mon
6:37pm
Music: Blue Monsoon - Sound

This is the third time that I attended our company's Christmas Party.

Among those three, last year sucked big time. And from what happened last Saturday, Dec. 16th at the Fort Open Field, I know that the organizers made it sure that everyone will at least give a thumbs up before going home or to their shift.

I wasn't able to rest before preparing myself to go there. No special rituals or major preparations. I just waited for the belt that I asked my sister to buy for me to complete my rockstar look. Haha. Well, with the party's theme, "Fashion Fusion," the outfit I wore was my one and only choice. Plus, I did not want to complicate or bring myself any hassle althroughout the night. But I may have or may have not looked like one but I felt I did. (Remember my previous post that I want to go emo? Unfortunately, I did not have the guts to wear black eye make up and black nail polsih that night.)

Anyway, the usual Saturday morning for me before attending the party.

Went to the grocery. But it was already late when I dropped by the to get our goodies. I was an hour late than my usual.

I also did the cooking for lunch. My mom bought some packed mix veggies from our neighbor. I just added some more kalabasa with it. And as I pared that kalabasa, I accidentally cut off my right index finger. I tell you that I felt that the knife was already inside for my I realized that something was struck on a part of my body. Moreover, as I was about to cut veggie, I was looking at the way I held the knife and realized that it was already too late to stop it from hitting my finger. I didn't faint though. I can tolerate a bloody site. Morbid ba o gross na?

After eating lunch, I tried to rest but there was a blackout. It was hot and the heat in my room is unbearable. I still tried to sleep but image of me having a headache after sleeping in a warm room kept me from resting. I do not want to be grouchy on pictures, er I mean, in the party.

I took another shower before dressing up. I asked my sister to pick which shirt I should wear. Both are in black and from TeamManila.

Call time was before 5pm. Due to people traffic in malls, I reached our office a little past 5.

We were taken to the venue by a company-hired bus. Again, it was my first time to go to The Fort just like last year's party in Rockwell.

The setting was nice - open field. The tables, lights, sounds, STAGE was MTV-like and the entrance gave me that feel that I was attending some awards ceremony or something. Upon registration, I had to present my "card" so that the security may cut a part of it. Then, I had my arm stamped. The rd carpet at the entrance will lead you to a wall where at least two photographers are waiting for your pictures to be taken. And yes, we bit that Hollywood-like gimmick. We looked for the most comfortable spot and waited til dinner was served. There's rice, chicken cordon bleu (which I like the most so I have to mention this first), roast pork in apple sauce, beef something, mixed veggies in oyster sauce and some sweets. Drinks were water, Pepsi, iced tea and beer. But I had my first shot of vodka from my teammate, Ronch. Yes, we were a quartet - Goldi (the digicam owner), Agnes (the iPod shuffle winner), Ronch ("naghahanap ang katawan ko ng alcohol" guy) and me - until Ross, Igl and Ross' brother, Arete, arrived.

We were busy taking pictures and looking for friends to join us when the "talent" showcase started. I didn't enjoy the dance number. Thank goodness that the poi dancer was good. Galeng. Then a home-grown band performed. Next up was a band called Pupil led by no other than Ely Buendia. I went closer to the stage when they played. I even recorded their performance when Ely sang his first band's hit, "Pare Ko." Memories of the 90's. One thing I noticed was that he has nice skin as compared to what I see on TV.

I went back to our table when the band bowed down.

We split ourselves. Some mingled with others while some drunk their heart out. When Agnes wanted to go home, I accompanied her to the restroom. Not that she lives there but of course before getting a cab, she might as well unload unnecessary stuff. I also used the restroom. There was a line of portalets, at least 8 doors each for men and women. We waited for a taxi. But Agnes was too nice to think that Spongecola might be at the backstage already. She let me go and jokingly asked me to text her should she win during the raffle. Since I have no load, I took that as a joke but gave her a yes answer.

I was just right on time. Spongecola was already there. Goldi found me sitting in our place and asked me to go with them already. Ross and Arete know Yael of Spongecola. You know what happens when there's some sort of a celebrity - picture taking. There were a number of people already taking pictures with teh band. But we're oh so special because we know at least 2 people who know them. And we were able to get 2 shots with all the bandmates around us.

As we made our way back to our table, the announcement of raffle winners continued. And as we cross the tent, the host shouted as the screens flashed the name of the winner, "The next winner of an iPod shuffle is Agnes ..." We stopped right then and then. Shocked, we just couldn't believe that our teammate won.

Next was the performance and announcement of the winner of the singing contest of our company. After that was Spongecola's. I went infront of the stage again. I think they did at least 8 songs which are all enjoyable.

I do not have pictures yet. Perhaps tomorrow. But I will not be posting all. Just check my friendster if we are friends.

The party ended at past 1am. I reached the fx terminal going to our place at around 2:30am. I got home at around 4am. It was tiring to wait for the next taxi.

Next day, Sunday, I cooked chicken, chicken gizzard and upo from Pinoycook.net (The Saturday prior to this one was Bicol Express from that same blog. It was a little salty. And I will not forget the "hot" feeling brought about by the chillies on my fingers.).

There. If I remember something to add, I'll edit this. And oh, my name was also called during the party. I was one of fthe awardees of this recognition for employess who never had any lates, absences and undertimes from Dec. 2005 - Nov. 2006. And there is a prize, of course.

Christmas
12.25.06 Mon
5:40pm
Music: Blue (Reprise) - Sound

Yes, Merry Christmas to all of you!

I have overdue posts. Access here in the office sucks. Anyway, I already have the pictures from our company's yearend party. I am not sure through if the pictures of last Friday's dinner are all up. Again, access her sucks.

[edited 12.26, 7:07pm]

aboard our very spacious service on the way to the venue - The Fort Open Field

me and my teammates

pare ko, i know you know who this guy is. if not, have your pupil checked right away.

with Yani Yuzon of Pupil

Sponge Cola with KLSPs

with Ross and JR

the evidence

[end editing]

Thursday (12.21): I bought 3 kinds of rice cakes (kutsinta, tikoy and ube). No, make that 2. Ube is not rice. I also got myself my own gardening tools (hand cultivator, hand trowel and hand transplanter) from Ace Hardware. I got the cheapest. Three for less than eigthy. Most of the tools there are sold almost a hundred bucks and a half each.

Friday (12.22): I bought bibingka (rice cake) in the office. After waking up at 6:30am and seeing my nephew, Jerick, sweeping falled leaves in our frontyard, I asked him to check our local bibingka stands if there are any left. Simbang Gabi in my place ends at around 6am. Good thing that there were some left but not the plain kind. The more costly, special bibingka (because it has an egg stirred in the mixture).

I was in a happy mood that morning. My half day leave was approved. Meaning, I will be able to drop by my school to meet my college friends.

As scheduled, I was out at 3pm butleft the office at around 4pm. I met up with my other college friend, Joms, infront of our office building so there would be two of us travelling to Manila.

It was a long, polluted ride along Rizal Ave. I didn't notice any change from the last time I threaded that street 4 years ago.

When we reached Manila, we decided to take the less secured gate to UST. I have my alumni card. My friend doesn't have an ID of that sort. The street where I used to live for a schoolyear is still the same. There are some new building constructions going on. But the stores and eateries are still there.

Then, we entered UST campus. An almost major facelift. I've never seen the school in so much lighting to think that the new rector is in his cost cutting measure. We weren't able to check the new parking lot but next time I will. The space at the back of the Main Bldg was beautiful. No parking spaces and covered walks anymore but a much improved park better than the Colayco Park that was also sacrificed when that grand park was made. There were also gazebos at the back of the library. And yes, coffee is served there, too. It was dim so no pictures of that area, unfortunately.

Aside from the school, it was my friends who are the reason why I came. Naks. Four of them were waiting in our usual 'tambayan,' - the grad school/ high school covered walk.John, Regan, Chiela and AC were there. We had some talks before deciding on where to eat. Just like the old times, nobody had any idea where to dine. Nobody was taking control until we finally decided to eat at Chinatown, Banawe.

Unfortunately, the place was crowded. Christmas party time for most people. We then settled to another resto that has an ambiance and food equivalent to our original choice, Causeway, which according to a security guard was just a traffic light away and was reachable through walking. It was fine with me but it was hell to my girl friends for it was almost I think a kilometer walk (Or am I just exaggerating?).

Banawe has a series of restos. But one has to deal with street kids who keep on following and begging for some money. I've always have a soft spot with less fortunate people. But hey. That was our moment. I know the kids did not know that. For the record, all my friend gave some spare coin to a young boy who sang a Christmas carol outside the jeepney when we were caught in traffic. Yes, all of them but me. And when another batch of kids kept asking for money, I told my friends that it was fine not to give any for they have already shared some to the other kid. One of my friends told one of the kids there to go to school and study.

Causeway was a Chinese restaurant. Good thing that our Chinese friend, Regan, was there for he picked the most delicious food in the menu to our delight. I do not remember the names. But there was a crab something in brocolli, spinach soup, patatim, yang chow and spicy beancurd something. Just right before we were stuffed, another friend dropped by. Margaux came with his boyfriend. We all ate and took pictures. I also receive home-made chocolate crispies from AC.

It was past 10 pm when we called it a night. Some of us had individual commitments after that dinner.

The girls joined Margaux and her boyfriend in the car. While us guys decided to walk going to Quezon Ave. We were already walking for about 30 mins when we realized that it was indeed far. We transferred from one ride to the other to find our ride going back home.

I waited for about an hour for an fx taxi going to my place. Because I was tired and fell asleep, I missed my place so I had to take another ride to get me home.

We had lots of pictures which I plan to share here.

Sunday (12.24): I already transferred some of my plants to their own pots. My hand trowel was the first tool that got dirty. The other two are up next.

Late that night, my sister and I prepared pasta meatballs. Well, she did most of the dirty work. I just prepared iced tea and used the spare lemon for added taste.

Monday (12.15): Officeboy here trying to finish my shift. Attended the morning mass at Greenbelt. And after arriving at the office, I stuffed myself with losta food egg sandwich and pitchy pitchy (from Mara), carbonara (from Cielo), tuna spaghetti and sisig (from Drake), brownies (from Ella), halayang ube (from Cynthia), orange juice and barbecue (from the company) and some softdrinks from last night and from me. Busog, sobra.

Later, I will try to drop by my lola's place for our annual Christmas get together. I know that I will miss the yearly exchange gift but I will try to reach the place the earliest time that I could.

Unusual Christmas
6:03pm

I managed to go home early yesterday.

Comparing yesterday to last year, MRT was not on a holiday. So, going to and fro Ayala was fine. I need not suffer EDSA's pollution. Though I take airconditioned bus, I both hate and love EDSA congested on rush hours or almost empty, say during Holy Week.

Food provided here in the office wasn't so yummy. The presentation was far from last year. Plus, we only had one 'supply' and that was for breakfast. No lunch, as far as I know. Perhaps, on the other building. Blame it on my location. But thanks to my teammates who make better tasting and more exciting food than everyone else on this floor.

It was 'beyond' normal for my bus ride to arrive last night. I am used to waiting for almost an hour in EDSA. But last night was an evident good karma. In less than 5 minutes, voila! I found myself already clinging on handrails and finding myself the most comfy part of the bus. Ding! Ding! I will make it to my mom's side's Christmas party.

It was a yearly thing. Almost all is present. I really do not want to miss it. I already became more comfortable now facing all my cousins and other relatives. I am not bonded with everybody. But this thing in me has earned myself a spot to be the not so usual family member. I am/was the only who sports a long hair. I was the 'informal' type, so to speak. Like a struggling professional with no direction YET.

My mouth is always shut. It just opens when I play with my younger cousins or (When I say younger, I mean 10 years old and below.) flash everyone a shy smile. I eventually learned to joke around, like the way I do when I am with my college friends. If I am in my 'college' persona, that means that I am already comfortable dealing with the situation and a given set of people.

Anyway, it was almost 10pm when I reached the bus stop. From there, I will take about a 30-minute jeepney ride going to my lola's place. Three half full jeepneys passed me by. I was contemplating if I should still go or not. I wasn't only thinking of work the next day but the time that will only be consumed by travelling. Aside from the jeepney ride, I still have to take a 10-15 minute trike ride.

When I reached my lola's house, I noticed that the door was already locked. And that it seemed that there were less people inside. I have more than 20 cousins. Usually, they stay at the terrace when the house is already crowded.

I knocked and peeked through the window before calling my lola. She let me in and told me that my mom and my brothers just left. I didn't bother to asked about my cousins.

She gave me something to eat. I admit that I was a hungry already but forgot about it when I realized that last night wasn't as happy and festive as last year.

I also had work last year but I still managed to attend the party and participate in the exchange gifts.

My cousins who live in Marikina usually sleep over during Christmas. But none of them was there when I arrived.

Perhaps, we are all busy now. Most of us have work to attend to.

I was all excited meeting them again for we lack time to bond but it wasn't the way I expected.

So, there. I just stayed for about 30 minutes and went home.

2006-12-15T18:30:00.000+08:00

Hello Kittens
5:42pm
Music: Ex - Chillitees
Food: Shakey's Thin Crust Pizza from our QA Analyst, Francis; KitKat from teammate, Chie

It was almost midnight when I finished eating dinner.

Ride going home was a pain in the arse for I waited for a bus for almost an hour. I was home at 5 to 11. I had my meal while browsing through some newpapers and watching tv. I guess, multitasking had grown in me.

A little past 12mn, I washed the dishes in our backyard.

Phoebe, the stray cat that eventually inhabited our place, followed me for spare food. She always does that. She runs after me for leftovers. Unfortunately, I had none last night. Not that I commited gluttony but my meal was rice and fried meat with no bones. She was then followed by her kittens.

We were supposed to throw her offsprings since we do not really like to pet them. The number of uninvited cats had made our place their home already. I do not believe that they are orphans. But Phoebe's kittens could've turned that way should we decide to leave them somewhere.

First, they were in our ceiling for weeks. Then, they transferred somewhere on the side of our house. Then, they eventually made it inside the cabinet where we store our gas tank. We can no longer break their family. Well, I do not know whos's Phoebe's beau. The kittens were already running from end to end.

Last night, I decided to give them a decent meal, decent but cheap and perhaps not so nutritious. I tore a bread and fed them one by one by tossing each piece into the air. The kittens were distracted by their mom's wagging tail. It's only Phoebe who ate all the pieces of bread. Maybe, her kids are still unfamiliar with edible food and are used to her milk.

This morning, my mom suggested to throw the three kittens away. I asked her to keep them.

Sightings of snakes in our place had been frightening my mom since then. I told her that cats can be one of our defenses.

And yes, we're keeping them. (And I am now thinking of the names to give them.)

2006-12-14T19:00:00.000+08:00

Mensahero (Messenger)
6:19pm
Music: SRO - Imago

Aside from "nice" clothes (I like to think that my fashion sense and my choice of clothes are, well, nice.) as christmas gifts for myself this holiday season, the second on my 'selfish' list are cds.

Chillitees' 'Extra Rice' album was the first one that I got. (See an article here.).

I was looking for Sound's album but I haven't found it anywhere. The last time I dropped by Music 1 last Tuesday, I picked Imago's 'Blush' album instead. (See review here.) This album, had my plan pushed through, is my ultimate cd gift for myself. But I already spoiled it. Now, I play Chillitees and Imago every morning before coming to work.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna try it at Music 1 again since Sound's 'Blue Monsoon' is already available as per theirwebsite.

Hopefully, I will not be tempted to get a copy of the 'Hopia, Mani, Popcorn' and "Doobie Nights' compilation albums. Not within this late part of year.

As much as I want to post the 'Blush' album cover, I have no resources for I haven't seen any online.

Just click the links all over this post.

And again, support and buy OPM!

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An email I sent to my college barkada after receiving a text message from one of them the other night about a planned Christmas dinner.

=o0o=

Subject: taralets! dec 22 (fri) or dec 23 (sat) dinner

Message:

Heyheyhey!

tara. labas tayo before Christmas. masaya yun. let's keep our spirit healthy and stay sane at least :p

ano? pano plano?

basta fri or sat night. dinner tapos bahala na after.

kunsino may magandang techie digicam (ehem jayson) padala for the memories.

contact everyone. lalo na ko kasi mahirap ang access sa yahoo mail sa office at lagi ako wala load.

good stories and nice smiles preffered. but i will also accept gifts and cash. haha.

seryoso.

sino mag-organize?

please reply to all and and all. spread the good news.

take care and i miss you terribly.

arnold

=o0o=

So far, I got a reply via email and two text messages already (1 from last night, the other this morning). How progressive, isn't it? :rolleyes: Hehe. Most of 'em already confirmed which made me happy and excited.

My schedule is the problem. Call time is around 4:30pm next Friday in UST. My shift ends at 8pm. I filed for a half day leave. Hopefully, it gets approved.

2006-12-13T19:17:00.000+08:00

Untitled
12.11.06 Mon
5:39pm
Food: Bread and peanut Butter from the GY peeps. Leftovers and free food have same effect on me. Yum!

I attended a funeral in a stormy afternoon yesterday.

From my post last week, my sick uncle was not able to bear his illness and eventually fell off. He was 82 when he persihed last Dec 7th, Thursday.

Friday, I went to his wake before heading to the office. I stayed there for almost half an hour. I do not usually look at the dead inside the coffin. In this case, I did but just for less than a second. Blame my mind for memorizing how the person inside looks like and even calling out the dead person's name at night. Weird. I hate it when images of dead people fly above my head at night.

Anyway, the burial mass was held in our local chapel at around 2pm.

The last time I attended a funeral that gave me as much goosebumps was during my dad. Well, they are half brothers. I guess, it is because my attachment to them. I've never seen my cousins, who are mostly older that me, in such emotion.

After the mass, we walked a few kilometers to the cemetery.

It was the second day of Typhoon Seniang. Though no storm signal is raised in our province, rainfall was nonstop and wind was strong. Some parts of the street, too, were flooded.

It was a day when I saw most of my relatives on my father's side.

I was not able to eat at their house, though, after the funeral since I had to fix some things I need for work the next day. Also, I was so cold after soaking in the rain and flood for more than an hour.

Wherever my uncle is, I hope my dad will serve as his guide to wherever they are heading.

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From Inquirer Libre Vol. 6, No. 11, Monday Dec 11, 2006

"Lord, madalas akong humihingi sa Inyo ng "sign." 'Pag hindi ako sigurado, isang "sign" request ulit ako ng isang "sign." Nakalagpas na tuloy ang matagal kong hinihintay kahihingi ng "sign." Lahat pala nang nangyayari may dahilan. 'Pag di natupad ang "sign" isa lang ang ibig sabihin no'n. hindi ito ayon sa Inyong kalooban. Kayo po ang higit na nakaaalam kung ano ang makabubuti sa akin. Mula ngayon, 'di na ko hihingi ng "sign" dahil Kayo po ang "SIGN." (BB)

Ouch.

I just missed the pair of pants that I've been eyeing for weeks. I waited for the right time to get it. Okay, I waited for a sign to buy it. It was supposed to be intended for our company's Christmas party. But it's all gone now everywhere. Well, that what I know.

I have this credit card that I could've used to purchase it. But damn me kept telling myself to get it next time. Btw, this was the first style that I tried before I settled for the one that I have now.

Because of this, I have to check the department stores around the metro or find something that looks like it. I think I can try both. But if the latter could give me a good deal like a modelling contract (Ya, right.) or a cheaper price, why not?

2006-12-06T19:14:00.000+08:00

Chill Sounds
7:13pm

Grab yourself original copies of these albums, ayt?

Click on the pictures for the bands' website.

2006-12-04T18:22:00.000+08:00

Bless Him
4:53pm
Music: My Love - Justin Timberlake

Last Saturday afternoon, we visited my uncle in his home. He's the eldest in a brood of three. My father is the youngest. I was with my mom, sister and elder sister.

In a family, we pay visits to elders when there's something serious going on. In this case, it was indeed a serious case. He is sick and is about to surrender to Him. Though his house is just 4 houses away from us, we were stil cluesless about his health problems until we visited him.

We know that he was brought to the hospital before and that he was going into his second childhood.

But the latest info that we got from his wife is that he is suffering from kidney troubles. He actually has a big stomach due to the infection. The family is literally waiting for his end already. Everybody's hopeless and thinks that an operation might cause the untimely rest of him. All of my uncle's kids already payed him a visit.

I wish him and his family well.

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Weekend Appetite

Saturday night I made sauteed mongo sprouts and asparagus with oyster sauce from Pinoycook.net. But I dropped the asparagus since it was too pricey and replaced it with sitsaro instead. I also didn't include sesame seed oil and tofu, which the latter I do not really dig (But I am currently copying tofu recipes from pinoycook.net. weird. I might cook tofu next time to enjoy my newly-purchased oyster sauce, which in the first time of my weekly grocery shopping has found its way in my cart and into my heart. Naks. I fancy oriental cooking now.).

My cooking was okay. But I didn't enjoy it as much because togue is not my favorite veggie. Secondly, I do not like its smell.

Anyway, the next day, Sunday, I made another food from the same website - chicken and potatoes in lemon sauce.

It was a mess preparing it. Like oyster sauce, it was the first time I bought and used lemon (Only local lemon from Baguio. Buy Pinoy.).

It was difficult to squeeze. While I was extracting its juice unto the all puprose cream, its slices slipped on my hand three times which I think caused unwanted taste on my finished product. Part of the procedure was to let the lemon juice on the cream as is without stirring. Since I slipped it three times and I needed to get it with spoon, I unintentioanlly stir it. And that may have caused the extra sour taste of my cooking.

But overall, it had that restaurant feel. You know when there's some chicken with lemon sauce prepared in restos. It was a bit high-end compared to my regular cooking.

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Green

I asked my nephew, Jeric, to accompany me in the plants stores around our place.

I really plan to have our place ready for the holidays not by having Christmas decors but by planting ornamental plants.

Roughly 300 bucks was shed. But it was alright. I like the three kalachuchi and three pots of roses particularly. The next three set of plants in pairs were not as lovely.

But you know, I asked the people there on how to propagate the plants that I bought but they just said that it will be hard for me. No answer for that question. (Hmm, I should've mentioned that I am a B.S. toot graduate.) I thought that they might think that I will be a competition in the future when I have grown and multipled the plants I got from them. But before that business, I want first to make our yard more pleasing.

So, I am up for other plants perhaps next week.

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Tangy

I was craving for danggit last Friday, out of thinking on where to eat due to the holiday and I was at work.

Good thing, one store in the foodcourt offer danggitsilog. But when I went there for my 3:30pm lunch, the store was already being closed.

But today, it was my lunch. Yummy. Salty. Sour and hot. The taste of sour vinegar with hot chili still lingers in my mouth. That means I haven't brushed my teeth yet (Haha! Eew! Baboy) But later I will, before I go home.

I will try other -silog entries in their menu often.

2006-12-01T19:19:00.000+08:00

Istambay
6:41pm
Music: Uh oh! - 1Tym

This blog entry's title is taken from the print of one of those shirts that I purchased from the two-day sale of TeamManila.

Yep. I went spendin' that same day of my pay day yesterday. That explains that I still have money fresh from the machine. I got up early from bed for two reasons: 1.) to go to TeamManila's studio before the rest of its followers troop they're way there; and 2.) not to be late at work after that shopping because yesterday marks the last day of this award in the office for those people who did not get late from Nov 2005 - Nov 2006. I am still in the running. Bow.

Anyway, I've got five shirts. Four for me and one for my sister. And boy, was I so delighted of their designs. I plan to wear one of 'em in our company's Christmas party.

But my splurging is not the whole point of my blog post title.

My load expired yesterday. And I believe I still had at least 25 text messages free from the 30 bucks load that I had. I always do not want to waste them.

I tried to call three of my closest friends. I called John twice. "Unattended and out of coverage area" was the message I got. I called in Joms but I didn't even get any message or a ring. I then, called in Kookai twice. Her phone rang but no one answered. So, I passed and thought of some friends to contact. As I was walking along walkway, Kookai called me. But she already hang up after I answered. It took me awhile to realize that my phone was ringing. Perhaps, I should change my ringtone for the song that I am currently using as my phone call alert has a long intro (Stonefree's Listen).

Anyway, I called her up when I was already in Glorietta. She gladly answered the phone. She's inviting me over at her house any day of my rest day to update ourselves with each other. If I drop by her place, I need to tag along another college friend/classmate/kababayan, Xixa, who just lives somewhere in the area.

I miss making tambay (Uy, konyo. making tambay. I think the word came from standby. But it means hangout in English.) You know, hours just past by talking to some friends, fooling around, gossiping, bullying each other, "exorcising" the one with a bad element within him/her or just making tambay. The very sense of the word. Perhaps, doing nothing. But the presence of one assures the other that they are having the best time.

Hanging out anywhere comfortable. Sitting. Standing. Eating. These are only the icing on the cake. It's always the conversation that we all are after.

But you know, it is now hard to find time for this because of our busy schedules. That's why I admire those people who can still find time for this. An hour or two of dinnes or coffee or nightout would mean at least a week of vacation with their friends.

I think this post will be it. I am a little distracted here in the office. I will just leave three quotes that struck me today. The first two I got, as usual, from the Chapel after I dropped by yesterday and today. The other was from an olde blog post from my friend, Mitch.

"Happy the man who has placed his trust in the Lord and has not gone over to the rebels who follow false gods." - Psalm 40

"I will maintain My covenant with you and your descendants after you throughtout the ages as an everlasting pact." - Genesis 17:7

Friendship, is trust. It is the conviction that you can let yourself be important to another. If we allow ourselves to be important to others, in turn we allow them to make demands upon us. When this happens we are confident that the other person will not take advantage of us or exploit us. One is sure that one is giving himself to a friend who will not betray our trust.

- a verse from one of Mitch's journal entry

Happy weekend. And I hope Reming did not hit you that much.

PS.

I am retaining my old style. I am removing the title bar on my settings for I dislike my post once posted. I do not like the title to be in the middle and I have no idea how to move it on the left.

Whew! Me Happy!

2006-11-27T18:52:00.000+08:00

5:44pm
Music: I Don't Trust Myself (With Loving You) - John Mayer
(This will be my first post after editing my blog settings. I now have a built in title space.)

I broke off to my usual self last Friday night. After contemplating what to buy myself as my very own Christmas gift for me, I finally gave in to Lee's X-Line Lo-slim jean.

I went fitting at SM. But the style that I wanted was already soldout. The one that the stall have there was in black shade. I was looking for the dark blue one.

Think. Think. Mustgetitnow. But it was already out of stock. I asked the saleslady if she has a way of finding out if their boutique at the other mall has it. She said she has none.

I went back to that mall and got in the store. The jeans I was looking for is there. I tried it on. It looks okay, I tell you. I was just a little conscious of the fitting since I am not used to wearing such style. Regular cut jeans are the way to go. But this has more attitude. The saleslady from the boutique told me that the one I tried is their best seller. But the black one I tried earlier has the best fitting as observed by their customers. I figured the same. I liked how the black jean fitted than the blue one. But I like blue over black this time.

I went ahead and debited my card.

But before I had the jean, my first stop was Music 1. There were so many cds that I wanted to buy. But of course, I need to control that urge. I successfully grab just one from chillitees.

My card was used also on this for I am entitled for a 10% discount. It is always wise to take advantage of discounts especially if one really intends to buy the item.

Also, there are lots of Bossa album done by OPM artists, new and otherwise, in the racks. And most of them share/ revived same songs. But it is as cool to me as what happened to the acoustic craze a couple of years back. Revivals. A sort of an breather.

When shopping, I usually spend at least an hour thinking if I should really purchase the item I am holding or thinking to buy. But if I thought about it weeks ago, I surely will buy it. But I also like my ocassional sudden impulse a la panic buying. Sometimes, I see something in an instant and right then and there, I already have it bagged for me to take home. But that is just sometimes. I am still tight when buying stuff for myself.

To end my shopping extravaganza, I am thinking of also getting that black jean. Damn me.

I was in a hurry for I do not want to be left by the bus going home. And I was lucky that it took me about 10 minutes to get on the last trip.

The bus was almost halfway occupied. Other passengers hopped in when we reached a certain mall. And one of those passengers was my high school classmate, Raymond. I already saw him approaching, along with the rest, looking for a seat. I do not have a seatmate at that time. But I had tow plans: 1. Pretend that I did not see him and force myself to be sleeping; and 2. Just greet him and look outside the window.

I am not a snob. I just do not know how to start a conversation to a person whom I haven't spoken and seen for nearly 4 years, I think.

But when he saw me, he already had that big smile. Yes, with a big smile. What's the use of calling him "guila" back in high school. Hehe. But I did not greet him to make fun of him. He stopped beside my seat and said he will sit next to me. My bag and my paper bag was on the other seat. I just transferred there, right next to the window. He even joked, "Ayaw mo pa ata akong katabi, ah."

As the bus went onto our destination, we just talked about work, former classmates, renting an apartment and hold up crimes.

It was pretty interesting to get updated by the happening on a former classmates life, so to speak.

The next day, I planned to try I recipe that I just copied online before I went on a rest day.

But my version of Bicol's Pride didn't taste good. For the first time, I didn't like my cooking.

Though Saturday wasn't great for me trying so hard to be a cook, my new cd balanced my disappointment. And I am not talking about my Chillitees cd, which I am still currently enjoying. I am referring to the Close Up Christmas mini CD. I finally have it after searching for it in grocery, drug and convenience stores after its commercial has been shown on tv.

I had not taken any rest over the weekend. Usually, I go sleep in the afternoon. But I wasn't able to. The next day, Sunday, I went to the town proper to buy something. Hmp, I've been cashing out a lot. But you, it's the time of the year. Anyway, I was looking for a belt. Those cheap ones that you see on the sidewalk. I was just surprised that those trendy ones that usually sell in malls for roughly 300 bucks are sold here for 50 bucks only. That 250% cheaper.

Apart from that, I went to the chapel and lit a candle. I was looking for a sampaguita vendor but there was none. I also went ahead and bought 5 cds. Sorry, by the pirated kind. International artists. I just had the itch. I just want to review those albums. I also bought some bread for snack at home.

When I arrived home, I ate one mongo roll from Julie's, where I got the bread. My mom told me that she hasn't eaten lunch yet. I checked the clock and it was already 4pm. I know she likes to have a softdrink with her lunch. I looked for ice in stores nearby but found none. I went to my nephew's house and asked if they sell one. It's only my 7-yr old nephew and 5-yr old niece in there watching dvd. My nephew asked me where am I going to use ice. I said that it was to make a juice. He said that he will go to our house. I told him that I have Coke back home. I both took them to the other store to look for ice. Later, I brought them in the house to share our snack. Then, we played "dama," a board game almost similar to chess, after. He was insisting that I play chess with him. But poor me doesn't know how. So, we settled for a "dama" match. I didn't even win. It was a draw.

It was nice to spend time with kids. Not taking a nap in the afternoon is okay for I had a great time with those "kulit" moments with my brother's kids.

Later that day, in the evening, I attended my other niece Gabby. My siblings already left home for Manila. And her mom was preparing her dinner. It was hard to pacify kids when they insist to get what they want. It was also tiring playing with them just to make them laugh. You know kids when they get bored.

She was holding a small wallet with 2 25 cents coins in it. I was playing with that. Then, I thought of scaring her using the wallet. I opened its zipper and held it across its opening. Imagine the opening to be a mouth of a puppet or fish. As I move the improvised lips, I was also talking with a husky voice. If you are familiar with Studio 23's PDA and PBB, you will know the funny mascot, Pining, who talks like a bereaved newscaster. My niece is afraid of that mascot for the shows features it biting other people. If you have no clue what I am talking about, better check the show out on Saturdays at 6:30pm.

My rest days seemed to be pretty long. Not that I just lounged around nor dozed off. I know I've done something productive. I am still nursing two bruises from last last weeks tree trimming. Now, I have another which I got from cooking. But thinking about the next pair of jeans that me wants takes this pain away. Haay.

2006-11-24T19:02:00.000+08:00

Peace of the Heart
11.23.06 Thursday
7:11pm

Maawain - With all of my good traits, not that I have loads of 'em, this one I live almost everyday.

When I was still a kid, about 6 or 7, my mom used to cling me with her to the wet market. Usually, that was after church on Sundays. As we passed by the vendors scattered along the streets, those vendors who have no stall, I've always caught myself staring at them and thinking how hard life is.

Those who usually get my attention are the ones who look like mothers selling fish paste in pails, tilapia and bangus in small, stainless trays, tahong (mollusks) in pails, shrimps in trays, crabs in fishnets and mothballs in bilaos (native tray made of bamboo). They this "nakakaawa" look whenever they ask people to buy their stuff. I guess, it's the convincing power of mothers. They melt ones heart.

But of course, I didn't buy any. I was just a kid with no money but admiration on them.

What's the connection of this to my present?

I've always admired my mom. What she did and continuously does to us, I have no qualms to her being my mom. Of course, there is the usual misunderstanding. But I owe everything that I am to her.

I can say no. But sometimes, a 'no' will eventually be a 'yes'. Like when she asks me to buy a bottle of mayonnaise. I say no sometimes especially if it's not part of my budget. But when I'm in the supermarket pushing my cart as I passby each stall, I will grab one for my mom. Babaw ba? Mayonnaise lang? Hehe. No, but in some major things, I can also say no. If my decision should teach us a lesson or make us even stronger individuals, I say it.

But you know, as a man, we are trained not to be too attached to the heart. We are raised to be strong. Society pushes a man to be les emotional.

I remember when I was in first year college and I attended the second day of my ROTC training. It was recruitment period for all those cadets who aspire to be officers. One officers was shouting, "If you will miss your mom after you join this, this is not for you..."

After hearing that, I quietly replied, "Ikaw? Ano ba tingin mo sa nanay mo?"

I think parents or any family member should be spared from his mock.

Another thing that concerns pagiging "maawain."

Tuesday night, as I was waiting for my bus ride home, an old lady approached me asking for some spare coin. I knew she is a beggar. She's rugged. She approached the man standing near me first.

I tolerated giving alms before. But not anymore. Not always this time. Money is so hard to earn. I hope you understand since I earn for my family. And I know how it feels to value every single centavo I earn. The beggar didn't just ask for money. She gave that sad look and grabbed the arm of the person near me. When she came near me, I shook my head. But she didn't stop. She kept following me when I moved to another place. She also attempted to touch me. All I was able to say was, "Tsk!" to my annoyance. Then, she walked away.

The beggar is familiar to me. I see her every night there. She does the same thing everyday.

If I was still a kid, maybe I have given something to her. But I already did myself a favor. I do not burden myself too much with the problems that the government, moreso, their relatives should resolve. As my friend advised me, "Hindi mo kayang solusyunan ang lahat bagay...

[[[ post was interrupted by a customer service call that lasted for about an hour and a half. I went more than an hour beyond my log off time. And what was depressing was that I felt so helpless for our system sucked bigtime... and the process that I was doing for the customer did not go through. In short, the call went a little useless. But I've rendered service as much service I can. And to give last night much more of a spoil, the bus I rode was hit at its back by another bus. ]]]

post continued today
11.24.06 Friday
6:48pm

... na problema ng Pilipinas..." That is right. But my conscience usually knocks on my "kind/unkind" heart to think that I am, hmm, my favorite superhero, Spider-man. Yup. Whatever. I mean, before I give any help, I should know how to help myself first. Likewise, others should know how to help themselves as well. I hope the beggars that roam everywhere will stay at NGOs or be found by their families.

I think I already forgot what else to say. I was still affected by my last call last night when I arrived at the office today. Also, I am suffering from bad stats due to some circumstances. Not bad as in b a d, though. But I do not like what I see in my weekly feedback report. More than that, I am excited to see my annual appraisal. There.

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I didn't really like the Bible passage I picked this morning. Those that are from Proverbs and Ecclesiastes usually work for me. But the newspaper, Libre, has an interesting morning prayer in it. Read below.

Lord, Wala na ba talaga akong nakalimutan sa sking Christmas list? Maaga akong nagplano at bumili ng panregalo pero parang may kulang pa rin. Marahil kailangan ko namang bumili ng regalo para sa aking sarili. Maraming salamat po at binigyan N'yo ako ng kakayahang makabili ng mga bagay na ito. Marami po akong mapaliligaya dahil dito.

Just in time for my search for a jean. I think I will fit it in the department store. But the pair that I am going to buy will come from its boutique. Paper bags and plastics bags have their own appeal, you know. Also, the Chillitees CD. Hmm...

2006-11-22T19:34:00.000+08:00

Yesterday (All My Trouble Seems So Far Away)
post ended at 7:34pm

Out of nowhere yesterday, while I was waiting for my shift to end, recollections of my first road trip to Quezon popped in.

I wasn't able to blog that yesterday so I am doing it now. "Access" is too lousy. I mean, it's the pc. Sloooooowwww. Anyway, I hope that the idea's still there.

It was a cancelled school day when me and my college friends went there. I remember that there was a nationwide transportation strike so classes were suspended. Since most of us will not be allowed by our parents to go to the province, lies went here and there. But not me. I know I will be allowed but I still lied. I think I said that I am doing some school project. I just didn't tell the truth because my mom will nag me until I leave the house for that trip. The rest of my friends told their parents that it will be a recollection, a field collection, a major subject field trip. But I do not suggest that you lie, dear reader.

Though we've beaten Pinnochio on this league, everything still went fine and nothing traumatizing happened. Thank goodness.

I know I've posted some pictures of that trip somewhere here. Check my archives if you're tolerant with pop ups (Oh! I hate those pop ups in my page. How can I get rid of those?).

What lingered in my thought yesterday was the night that we drank lambanog at the terrace of my friend's aunt. After finishing gin-po (gin-pomelo, which I hate but I had no choice.), my friend who has relatives there brought in some lambanog, a native wine, placed inside a plastic bag used in making ice.

Only three of us, two girls - Alex and Prezy and a boy - me, shared that local drink. The rest either dozed off already or thrown up after the first liquor. I also felt guilty because one of my best buds, Joms, puked because he cannot say not to me as I insisted to take as much gin-po as he can. But I am not a B.I. (bad influence). It's just for fun and good times. Again, nothing bad happened during that trip.

We were there at the terrace drinking, smoking (I do, ocassionally.) and sharing some thoughts about life as the moon hid behind banana leaves and my friend's uncle's pet monkey made some noise ans spit on us ocassionally.

I miss it. With or without a fluid to trigger someone to share what he/she thinks, I want good conversation. The type that makes me feel that I have known someone better, in a deeper level; built rust and had not taken life too seriously.

The next day, we all hurriedly took a bath for we need to rush back to our own homes.

Two bathrooms were not enough in a good of more than ten. So, we boys went exhibitionists. We basked in water from a hose outside the house, near a pig pen, with pails, basins. We were like kids playing in the rain. But as we scrubbed here and soapped there, some of my friend's aunts and cousins were watching. It wasn't kinky. It was shameful to be watched.

I miss that split second craziness. One act that you will do in an instant without hesistations.

Apart from my Quezon recollection, I also went sentimental by thinking about the early days when I got hooked in blogging. ALmost everyday, I post something. My shift then is the same as now. Usually, I come up with an idea when the rest of the morning peeps already ended their shifts and went home. No distraction (haha!). I can concentrate more during downtimes and during dusk (this is the the time when the sun is about to bid good night, right?). Nighttime has a big effect on me (But no way am I going to be in graveyard shift.).

As I end this post, I will again share a Bible passage which I picked from the box in the Greenbelt Chapel.

"Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and work with your hands.. so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders and so that you will not be dependent on anybody." Thess. 4:11-12

2006-11-20T19:58:00.000+08:00

Detox... It's healthy.
6:47pm

Cooking on weekends has been therapeutic to me.

Saturday: Chicken Pochero (from nestle.com) for lunch and liempo (marinated in Mama Sita's barbeque powder mix) and assorted frozen veggies (carrots, green peas and corn). The latter just came from my fascination of cooking such frozen delight. While I was browsing through the powdered mixes/ spices section of the supermarket, I decided to try what most of us usually see on restaurants - fried meat and a teaspoon amount of side dish: bean sprouts or mixed veggies.

This section of the supermarket is the second on my list where most minutes are spent scrutinizing each and every pack or bottle (to think that most found here are msg-enriched. boo!). My first will be the veggies section itself (Onions are costly. And parsley always invites me to pick 'em up but I haven't its use with my recipe guide yet).

I have always wanted to fill our kitchen with all spices and condiments for cooking. But the most that I can afford are bottles of vinegar, soy sauce, ketchup and fish sauce only. But I am not a fan of fish sauce. I hate to have kidney troubles (Okay. I'm lying. I have a bottle of anchovy sauce at home. And I am the only once who enjoys it. Now tell me if I am still safe from kidney stone. I take buko juice on weekends, though.).

McCormick goodies are too tempting. But really expensive. I cannot find anything generic or local. Cayenne, ground basil, etc. Anyway, there's time for everything. And I can't wait to get my hands on you.

Sunday: Hahaha! I confused myself. I cooked chicken pochero yesterday, Sunday and not on a Saturday. I was so engrossed with the Pacquiao fight when I was cooking it. I started at around 11:30am and finished at around 2pm.

I went back and forth from our kitchen to our living room just to catch up with the event. I woke up from sleep at 8:45am and turned the tv on before 9am to watch the boxing match.

I forgot an ingredient in the recipe I copied that is the carrot. But I unintentionally replaced it with pechay Baguio, an excess from last week's meal.

On the side, I was trimming the talisay tree in our frontyard. SOme of its branches are already touching our house roof. I was suppose to climb the tree but it houses red ants. And I do not want to be bitten even by just of of them. So, I tried to reach one of its soft branches. I asked my nephew to hold it for me so I can cut it with a bolo. But before I grab the bolo, the branch already broke. The tree has soft twigs. I reached the other branches using a rake. Fortunately, it didn't fall on me nor on my nephew. We just pulled off the braches until they break. Now, I have two bruises on my right hand after twisting one branches on it.

Anyway, Saturday lunch was halang-halang. Tinola flavor with coconut milk added into it.

My siblings already went off to Manila yesterday night. Usually, dinner is not that extraordinary. But I made one in the same effect for me. Chicken luncheon meat, chicken luncheon meat stips wrapped in beaten egg a la omelet. I used calamansi juice and soy sauce as sawsawan.

2006-11-17T19:24:00.000+08:00

Ring, ring... let me know when's the time for spendin'
6:50pm
Music: Agnes' screams as she goes gaga over the midnight madness sale at the Ayala Malls, hihi, I can just imagine. (Cynthia's, a.k.a. Femme, and my joke on her as we take midnight madness in a literal, funny way.)

Well, I, too am tempted to splurge. I have been eyeing this Lo-Slim Lee Jeans X - series. This is a new release. So, being it on sale is wishful thinking. But I have my credit card with me. I still have a balance due of at least a thousand bucks on Christmas Day. And 13th month pay is just around the corner. Oh, sh/t. Stop it. No, no, no. I ain't buying it until I have money on my hands.

I am slowly getting inclined to emo/punk/goth fashion and music. Well, not that slow. I already admitted to my #1-My-Chemical-Romance-fan-slash-former-teammate, Candy, that I am beginning to like MCR's music and fashion sense. I told her that back in summer before she left the country. I've been looking for black shirts or those that have at least black and white stripes. I am considering to buy black Chucks and to grow my hair back. But I am thinking more than twice if black nail polish and eyeliner will complete my fascination. I think my mom and my grandma will kill me if I sport that horror-ish, trashy look. (Contrary to my post below that I am not emo.)

CDs of the artists I've mentioned previously are ringing in my ears everytime I passby Music 1. I am as tempted to check the CDs waving at me on the racks of the specialty store, Montage.

But as I think about the Bible passage I randomly picked from the box yesterday at the Greenbelt chapel, my "itch" is prevented.

"Remember hunger in the time of plenty, poverty and want in the day of wealth... before the Lord all the things are fleeting." - Sirach 18:25

Okay. That pinched me.

I already treated myself with a pasta combo (spicy anchovies pasta, pizza and garlic bread) yesterday from Green Tomato. As always, that was enough for a "payday" treat. I usually give myself a hearty meal every payday.

But music heals me. And I have just started with to get my own choice of wardrobe. Hmmm...

Supposedly, this should feel alright. Everyone will feel good after making a good bargain or simply having a good buy.

Oh, I remember. I got myself the latest issue of FHM where Karel Marquez (Amanda Griffin was the other.) is on the cover. I haven't read it yet, though. I was too lazy to open my eyes at 12:30am. I usually sleep at 12. Last night, 30 minutes past me while browsing the magazine. Yes, I just looked at the pictures. I am not saying all those that are naughty. The magazine is full of ads. To think that they've increased their retail price by five pesos.

Okay, I think I might just fit the jeans. I will not drop by their boutique. I hope it's available inside the department store so it will be less "dyahe" to fit it and not purchase it after. Haha! Bad.

Alright, it's a weekend. I hope to go home early. Last week, when I bought the flat iron and a shirt, I reached home at around 12 midnight. I know I didn't spend much time raoming around the malls for I know what to buy. The shirt was just an "adrenaline rush" pick. I didn't even spend 20 minutes in getting that shirt. But the train caused me a lot of trouble as well as waiting for a bus going home. I ended up riding a van.

By the way, I do not have any idea what to cook over the weekend.

2006-11-14T19:43:00.000+08:00

When Good Becomes Better
4:58pm
Music: Sumayaw - Chillitees

I'll update you first on the things that I did these past two weeks.

Alright, last, last Saturday I cooked Hinalog, a chicken and tomato sauce-based, which I got from del monte kitchenomics. The only difference I did was to add Pechay Baguio. It looked like pochero.

Friday, I bought a flat iron. Also, a shirt from bench which I immediately liked for it's "emo" feel. I'm not emo, though.

Just this Saturday, I made chicken hash. From the recipe I copied online, one of the ingredients is a small carrot. But when I looked down the last cooking step, it mentioned to let the potato cook until fork-tender. From that confusion, I put the two veggies in it. I must admit that I suck in sauteing.

Later in the afternoon, I made maja maiz. I messed up combining the ingredients. After a cup of conrstarch has been dissolved in water, coconut milk and cream-style corn should be added next before bringing it to heat. But I added sweetened condensed milk instead. The can of milk was already half empty when I realized that I wasn't following the procedure. But that mistake didn't cause any damage. I actually made a good one as per my family members who tried it.

Little by little, I am learning.

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6:47pm

I stopped thinking about something to write because I was hungry. As I finish my cheeseburger, I now continue. My Spanish sardines and 1 cup of rice lunch wasn't enough. Well, who do you think will ever be contented with those?

Plus, I am a little sick. Since Sunday, my back has been hurting. Perhaps, due to stress and restlessness. I already came from my rest days but that doesn't feel like it. I think I have another sore throat and nasal problem.

Anyway, I got a text message last Saturday night from an unknown sender. But it seemed that the sender knows me for the he/she addressed me with my nickname. The sender was asking me if I aleady visited Hapon. She was confirming if the person is my friend before revealing to me that he is already dead.

I wandered who the sender was referring to. At least two gentlemen in my neighborhood has that name. One is my childhood friend and the other was my friend's brother-in-law. I told myself that this couldn't be my childhood friend because he seemed well when I attended his daughter's christening.

I figured that it should be the other Hapon. I know that this person is suffering from diabetis. But it is still too soon for he is young.

I asked my sister the next day if there's anybody dead within our area. And I was right.

I wasn't able to condole with his family . But I promise that I will pray for the eternal repose of his soul.

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I didn't make it to the final cut for the position I applied for.

I am fine. I am not expecting a promotion within this year. I just gave it a shot.

Final interviews had been conducted. The new supervisor might take over within this week. My support to whoever he/she will be. But I feel he will be a he. Still, I prefer he to be a she. I currently have two persons in my mind. And both I know. Yet, I am not losing hope on my teammate/friend who is also part of the final cut, where the list of promotables will come from.

I am genuinely okay. I wanted to check how it feels to be interviewed again and what questions are usually asked so that I am well prepared next time.

I have two questions in my mind now: If I was chosen, what will I do next? Now that I am not chosen, what will I do next?

Both questions are still unanswerable.

I know that I am not as ready as the others, perhaps. My life has been consumed by this call center thing, to think that I am in the morning shift. What more if I will be in graveyard? Also, I have other plans which are not related to this line of business. An indie movie and indie band. Kapal. Hindi, seryoso.

But of course, after learning that I was not endorsed for a final interview made me think about how I fair the intial interview. Did I answer non sense or out of this world ones? That's basically it. After laying your cards to the one who interviewed you and learning that you didn't make it makes me tell myself that I should've not told this or that.

I've always considered myself as an underdog, a low-profiled one. You know how triumph feels when its the underdog who prevails, right? Not yet for this underdog this time. At least I tried. Failing is more acceptable than not trying at all.

Now, another position is knocking on my door again. I am waiting for signs for the nth time. But I am quite hesitant in applying. Not that I was traumatized but because of the responsibilities and pay for that position.

Actually, I am more excited for the coming holidays for my account than that promotion. I am gearing up for it.

Moreso, I am looking forward to a number of things next year.

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Here's a Bible passage that I picked from a bin in the Greenbelt chapel:

"Ang kahoy na matatag ang pagkakatayo ay hindi nauuga ng lindol, gayundin naman ang pusong sagana sa magagandang payo ay matatag sa sandali ng pangangamba." Sirach 22:16

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As of 7:37pm, "Your account is currently moving to Blogger in beta.
You will get an email when your move is complete." ang message ng blogger sakin. Baka bukas ko na siguro to ma-post. Tsk. Nag-upgrade pa kasi ko, eh. Ano bang benepisyo neto bukod sa halong feature gaya ng sa wordpress? Kung kelan ka nga naman magpo-post, oo. Naku.

Anyway, I am itching to get a copy of Joss Stone's Soul Session (pero baka ito o isang poetry book ang hilingin ko sa Pasko pag mag exchange gift kami sa office), Imago's Take 2 and Blush, Chillitees' Extra Rice and Sound's Bossa Manila. Nakatanggap na nga ako ng email sa sound na sa gigs na lang available ito. Kasi nga naman 2003 pa 'to lumabas. Hindi naman ako ma-gigs na tao at isa pa, wala akong kasamang mag-gigs. Pa'no kaya yun? Pero lalabas na yung sophomore album nila by Nov 29th. Baka yun pa ang una kong mabili. Bili din kayo, a. Support Original Pilipino Music. No to piracy. (For Pinoy artists, at least.)

Ayan, ayan teka. Pede na ata akong mag-post. wait a minute.

2006-11-10T19:55:00.000+08:00

Here I Come, Christmas
7:37pm
Music: Alert the Armory - Urbandub

I have a second batch of gifts for my goddaughters and godsons this coming holiday.

Last Wednesday, I got four coloring books and some "write and wipe" mat. Today, I got another set of child learning kit and shape and color and multiplication flash cards from that same bookfair in a certain buidling near ours.

I think this is the first time that I am giving out something educational.

Back in my elementary years, there was a book fair every year outside our library. As much as I want to buy all the books that catch my fancy, I can't. I have no money. But I got some that are useful - origami book is one of them. I was able to use it in my T.H.E. class in high school when we were asked to make Christmas decors.

More than owning as many books as I want, my frustration is to give something useful, enjoyable and special to my nephews, nieces whom some of them are my godchildren. It is just sad that these books I got are from China. Hello. Our country can have its own publishing house for children education. But of course, locally-made books may turnout to be more expensive because of the materials needed to come up with a copy than those that are just imported.

Anyway, I may not be as generous and giving as Santa but I want the youngsters within my family to know that I am always thinking of them. Hmm, mushy!

I am still on my quest to search for other items for the rest of my family and for me as well.

2006-11-10T18:01:00.000+08:00

She Boom
5:50pm

My space has been missing out on photos. Will you complain about me posting the latest email I got today?

Angelica Panganiban in her sexiest! (I have her Maxim issue.)

Amongst all the celebreties in her generation, she and Maja Salvador are adorable. (I've already gotten over Heart. Haha!)

It's a weekend, guys! ;)

postscript:
Actually, four calendar pictures were sent to me. But I am selfish that's why I only shared one.

2006-11-09T18:30:00.000+08:00

New Beginnings
4:19pm
Music: Glow - Nelly Furtado

The stray cat, whose been living in our yard for almost two years, has given birth to her kittens for the nth time.

We named her Phoebe. Sweet. Her name actually evolved from a not-so-good-to-the-ear name Fubu, not an apparel brand, but from the words "pusa" (cat) and "buntis" (pregnant). Until we finally baptized her as Phoebe.

My family eventually accepted her presence and her addition to our household. She has attacked as many fried fish as we my mom and sister-in-law had cooked. She's ran from one end of our roof to the other during mating season. Hmm, mating season. Oh, with those loud meows and cinematic "I -am-comin-atcha" moves, I can almost imagine Phoebe and her boys in slow mo. Gross. But that explains her being a mother to more than two dozens.

She uses our caimito tree as ladder going to our roof. Her delivery room is either the ceiling of my room or dark cabinet where our old water pump is. Perhaps she has strategized so she's given birth outside our house, beside my mom's room. We cannot take away her offsprings that easy anymore. Yes, I must admit. Some little Phoebes had been thrown away so they won't populate our area. Now, we have a total of three cats wandering around our yards morning til night. The other two are Phoebe's constant "playmate". Promiscuous, eh? Well, that's her lovelife.

Anyway, what I am thankful for abour her presence is that snakes may think twice should they wish to invade a territory. One of my nephews told us that he saw a snake swimming in our backyard when it was flooded. I told him that it is impossible since Phoebe and her beaus are usually in that area. If there's any, they'll fight.
As an acknowledgment of her presence, we feed her with leftovers.

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Tuesday was set for my interview.

I think I already mentioned it hear that I will be trying my luck in applying for a certain position here in my team.

Knowing me, I know I was able to handle myself well. It was just my third. But as I try to expose myself to greater things, I learn how to deliver myself well, sell myself, praise myself and understand myself.

You know that a journey of thousand miles begins with a single step. I surely am striding my way there. Wherever it is.

I am now waiting for a feedback and if I will be considered for the second interview.

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And then another angel was born in the family...

Late last night when my sister-in-law had gave birth to a healthy baby girl. It was totally unexpected since she and my brother was advised by the doctor that the baby will come out on the second week of December. They even went to our neighborhood health center to have her checked. She was also advised that the doctor can already feel the baby's head and that it is in its normal position in the womb.

But my sister-n-law prepared for this baby. She washed old pillows and comforter should the baby arrive soon. My brother kept on reminding his wife not to tire herself.

Until now, I do not know if the baby is premature or not. But she's healthy. They were also thinking that my sister-in-law may have not counted the exact weeks/months when to expect the baby or she really got tired doing chores at home that forced her for an early delivery. But God is good because the baby is safe and healthy.

Contrary to the doctor's prediction, the baby was "suhe" (feet came out first before the head). When she was about to come out, she got stock halfway. When the baby came out, she didn't cry. Everyone inside their house was already worried and sad. My brother said that he already shook his head as sign of helplessness and acceptance. They were prepared to have the delivery in the hospital. Unfortunately, my brother panicked, to think that this his their fifth. Delivery was headed by a midwife who is our relative.

Anyway, my brother sucked the baby's nose and mouth. On his third attempt, the baby finally choked then cried. Then, everyone in their house shouted in merriment.

I wasn't able to see the baby last night since it was already late and there are some people inside the house. I got to see her this morning. I even took pictures of her with my phone. I will have those pictures printed tomorrow.

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To end this post, it was my first time to pick a "quote for the day" note from a box inside Sto. Nino de Paz Chapel in Greenbelt. The quote goes, "Let your light so shine before men that they may see your good works and glorify your Father in heaven." Mt. 5:16

Christ's fight must shine through our lives, and the deeper the darkness, the brighter that light must be.

Hmm, my blog has this same message which I haven't replaced yet in months. Look somewhere at the bottom of my sidebar.

Cheers for the coming weekend!

2006-11-02T19:05:00.000+08:00

Gastronomic
5:48PM
Music: If I Ain't Got You - Alicia Keys (Music from MRT radio)

I think I have eaten much. But I feel like eating some more. It is weird. I never eat much in the office.

I ordered value meal#7 from McDo. As much as I want to boycott them for their issues on styrophore usage, I cannot. Well, I do not buy anything in styro from them. what I always buy in fast foods are burger, fries and soft drinks. Anyway, after I stepped out of their store, I hopped in the nearby 7-11 store. I suddenly had a craving for cheese curls. After browsing through the racks, these cup noodles never left my eyes. I purchased one la paz batchoy instead. When I was done with fast food goodies, I immediately prepared my cup noodles. And after consuming all these, I fell asleep. Actually, I just woke up and wanting to have a taste of something sour.

Mayonnaise is sour, right? I think I still have one pan de sal with mayo in my bag. This should be enough. I do not have money anymore.

My first taste of the ff:

10.31 (Tues) - coffee jelly frap from Starbucks
11.01 (Wed) - belgian chocolate sundae with hot fudge from ministop
11.02 (today, Thurs) - lucky me supreme la paz batchoy

After knowing that this planet actually offers these variety of goods, I asked my self, "From what galaxy am I from?" There should be countless taste bud ticklers out there. So, where will I start?

Aside from food, I finally confirmed my interview for my application. I asked for it to be done next week, Tuesday. Nov 7th should somehow bring luck. This interview is different from the other that I mentioned here.

Alright, my last break is finally over. But I wasn't able to go down the building to pick some food. My last 15-minute break was spent in our pantry waiting for my turn to wash my spoon (Yes, the one I used for my batchoy.) But that is ok. I am looking forward for a hearty dinner tonight. I do not know what my mom prepared but I have a feeling that I will enjoy it. Moreover, it is almost a weekend. I already have something in mind on what to cook.

2006-10-30T18:41:00.000+08:00

Well-prepared for Paeng
4:58pm
LSS: The song with the lyrics, "Hold on to the night, hold on to the memory..." cheezy song on a rainy afternoon

From inq7.net, super typhoon Paeng has left Luzon. This should be a good news and a new hope for a sunny day tomorrow.

But before this storm hit the Philippine Area of Responsibilities, some blog entry-deserving things took place over the weekend.

For the past weeks, I've been doing my grocery rounds on a weekend morning. And from my grocery basket last Saturday, a couple of new things went in. One is that small Lady's Choice sandwich spread that my mom requested; and 5 variands of Quaker instant oatmeal.

I replaced my box of full cream milk for a pack of oatmeal that I must consume for 5 straight days. I was comparing the nutrition facts at the back of their labels. I will still favor what milk has to offer. But I also like to try oatmeal. So, now I have Friut Favourites (Strawberry, Banana & Honey), Bakery Favourites (Honey Hazelnut, Cinnamon Roll) and Nutri Plus - Vanilla, which I took in last night. The aroma was good. But it was like eating baby food. I almost wanted to spit it out. But a pack costs me at least 10 bucks. And I do not want to waste money and food at the same time, so I swalled everything in helplessly. I just keep telling myself that what I was eating is nutritious though I am not enjoying it. Well, 1 down 4 to go. I hope the other flavors taste better.

Also from that trip in the supermarket, I picked the things that I need for cooking. I intended to cook pochero for our lunch. And because I am serious creating my pochero a la arnold, I followed the recipe that I copied from pinoycook.net. Unfortunately, no sweet corn supply in that supermarket for weeks. So, I had no choice but to drop that recipe and switch to something else: tinola.

After arriving home, I found out that my brother's former girlfriend is dropping by the house. So, my mom prepared the house while my sister cooked our lunch.

She finally arrived. But lunch was still on the way to be done. We just had some snacks on lunchtime. We ate the bread I bought from Red Ribbon last Friday night. I was a little confused for the reason why she was dropping by since my brotehr has a new girlfriend, whom I've met twice in our house.

My mom has that usual question and answer portion which I did hear (And I didn't plan to hear). And I do not meddle with my sibling's relationships. With this, I am not disclosing anything that I know... bleh!

Anyway, it was me who cooked our dinner. Again, it was my version of Guinisang Monggo from pinoycook.net. The only difference I did on the food was soaking the monggo beans for just an hour. I didn't follow the instruction religiously. But it tasted okay.

Lunch the next day was another recipe from Nestle's website. It is called Sinarabasab. I cannot explain why such a name but you can go check what it is made of from their site.

This next one is not about food. But if you love exotic dining, you might to consider this.

A small, fat frog has been going back an forth in our house. Sometimes, I will see it in our sink. Sometimes, in our living room. This morning I found it on our sofa, lying beside my bag. I tried throwing it outside but for some reason, it finds its way back to our house. Hmmm...

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I had this petty "interrogation" which a church person yesterday afternoon.

Two ladies bothered us while we were watching tv. One lady said that they were asking for some donation.

It was my habit to ask for a copy of a permit approved by our baranggay captain allowing them to make the rounds in our baranggay. Stupid me forgot to ask that paper that time.

So, I asked where is their church located. She said, "Sa kabayanan (in the town proper).."

I thought that the people from the Cathedral do not necessarily travel to places asking for monetary help. Besides, our place is the farthest among all the baranggays in our town. So, why the hell they always choose our area?

I gave the lady a weird look? I asked again, "Saan po? (Where?)" She repeated, "Basta sa bayan... (Somewhere within the town...) *a short pause* ...sa Canalate (in Canalate)" Fact: Canalate is a baranggay that is very close to the heart of the town. One can even walk from the Cathedral to this place.

I asked another question. "Ano pong religion nyo? (What's your religion?)" She said, "Christian..." I followed up with the question, "Pa'no pong Christian? Born-again Christian?" She replied, "Christian.." I asked again, "Pa no po? (what kind?)" She kept silent for a few seconds. Then she admitted, "Born again Christian. Pero that's how other people call it.But it's Christian." I told her, "Catholics are Christians... I was just asking." Then, I left to get some spare coin.

[Duh! I remember my Religion class in primary school. Everyone who believes in Christ are Christian. Same goes with people who glorify Buddhah. They're Buddhist. I just don't understand why you can't tell me your sect. Plus, it was in your banners and stickers that you call your organization as born-again Christians. I have good friend who belong to this group but they do not act this weird when asked about their religion. I knew it that this might be some kind of syndicate. Why? Another group of people went to my friend's house asking for... you guessed it right, some financial help for their church. The only difference was that they were giving some entertainment playing the guitar and singing, "Narda." Once this same thing happened. But my friend's grand father was able to expel these evil. Their excuse for asking money was that they were celebrating a feast in their baranggay. And I am sure that you guessed what was their baranggay. Yep, Canalate. My friend's grandfather told these people that their fiesta was yesterday. They left the yard dumbfounded.]

I went back to give their envelope with my P5 donation. She said, "God bless you." I replied with a, "That's okay" answer. But I was looking at her straight in the eyes. She was bowing her head.

I am not saying that 5 bucks is nothing. I work hard for every cent that I earn. And for these people whom I do not trust and use the name of teh Lord in vain to gain something is really, really bad. Anyway, God bless them, too.

2006-10-25T17:04:00.000+08:00

Untitled
10.24.06 Tues
3:44pm
Music: Pwede Ba - Soapdish

My lunch today was an unusual combination: tuna pasta (from my teammate Drake's birthday treat), corn, fried liempo, 2 slices of chicken luncheon meat, water and Pepsi Cino.

continued on 10.25.06, Wed @ 4:12pm

I just finished my lunch. I had aligue from ricecapades. Decent enough but not the usual that I enjoy.

Anyway, updates had been minimal. I fix a lot of things, work-related and the other.

I am done with my initial interview Thursday last week. It was originally scheduled during the morning. But due to miscommunication, I was asked to choose if I want to come back in the evening or the next morning. I said that I prefer that same day, in the evening.

The interview went fine. I was still shy but a little relaxed. I tried to be a spontaneous with my answers as possible. I was also laughing with the interviewee. And that made me comfortable in that situation. I was set for another interview but haven;t heard any info as of today.

Now, I am set again to apply to a position in my own team. I am hoping for the best for me and for my team.

*scratches cheeks... everytime I eat seafoods, my face becomes itchy. I know I do not have allergies with these yummies...scratches harder*

This week has been easy on me. Aside from the issue started by a teammate about me, everything is ok. I mean, anyone can start fire. But I will let that fire burn who created it. So, the hell with this person. Oooh! Much, much fire. Hotter. Hehe! I'm so bad. No, devilish. It's holloween. Bwahahaha! I am nice. I know you know that. But when I am pushed to my limit, one will see. Unfortunately, I am not someone who will cause a fight or an issue. I resolve this by ignoring the existence of the person. That works for me. I do not like much more drama especially when I just knew the person for a week or so. Even Ate Charo will understand the personal space and privacy I demand. As per my former teammate's favorite line goes, though this is already an edited one, " HINDI ako parang isang karinderyang bukas sa lahat ng gustong kumain."

I am wounded and she's salt. So, do not come anywhere near me. You can only get what you want to a certain level. But never will I be asking you to be a shoulder to cry on. Peace.

Anyway, much of that bad stuff, last week was better.

I had been thinking about some things that I noticed.

First was the lady inside the bus I took going home. She seated on the row next to mine. She called up someone and informed the person that she almost won a prize in a bingo bonanza held in a certain mall. I overheard that she will try her luck again. From their talk, it seemed that the lady is fond of taking chances in that kind of gamble. Perhaps, a hobby.

I understand people who take this option to earn or win money. The country is still struggling. Her voice sounded very excited while informing the person on the other line that she almost won. From that voice, I figured how she will use the money. Perhaps, additional help for her family. Bill payment, maybe or even for a week long grocery.

Another one was the two ladies fixing their biodata while walking at the way that connects two malls.

This was the day when I was in happy mood going home for I've got good feedback from my interview.

The mall was almost closing. It was a little over eight. The girls looked tired. They mightbe preparing their papers for tomorrow next hunt.

To end this, I have to admit that I envy big time this girl, who I was walking along with on my way to work this morning, for have three different SLRs clingging to her body. I desperately need one to cure my itch for photography. Pautang. Better, palibre o pahingi. :p

2006-10-13T18:19:00.000+08:00

EGBDF
10.12.06 Thurs
3:40pm
LSS: Idlip - Imago

"Every Good Boy Does Fine"

Remember this in music lessons back in elementary and high school? Well, I do. But I am not discussing something specific about notes and G and F clefs.

My music teacher back in high school is already a widow. Her husband, my former English teacher, departed early this month.

continued on 10.13.06, Fri @ 10:45am

He is Mr. Rodolfo Bagay.

I remember getting the second highest rating on the second grading period in fourth year high school for his English class. I think I got an 88. I was second to our soon proclaimed salutatorian. One of my classmates who strived hard to get high grades in the subject was even contesting why I got such a grade. My then classmate settled for a third or fourth place, I guess.

Anyway, I feel bad not being able to be in the wake. His remains were brought to my high school before his internment. Due to conflict of schedules, I never realized that it was too late for me to make a visit since the wake was over.

This will not serve as a eulogy. I was not able to meet the person in a more meaningful sense. Not that being a teacher ain't. I learned alot from his which I am still utilizing in my everyday life.

I will include you in my prayers, sir. And your are the best principal I've ever met in my whole school life. Eternal rest grant unto him, O Lord. And may Your light shine on him forever. Rest in peace, Sir Bagay.

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Can you imagine a vulnerable newborn child crying in the middle of the night because he was left by whoever in the garbage area?

Not just that, imagine the poor kid inside a sack, placed alongside household wastes. His umbilical cord wasn't even cut. The person where the other end of that cord was attached may be in penance right now.

It the was midnight of Oct 11, Wednesday, when the dog of my lola's neighbor kept barking at the garbage bin. The house owner got quite bother so she checked what was with her dog until a cry was heard coming somewhere in those stacks of trash.

There was baby boy inside a sack with his umbilical cord still uncut.

I am not sure what happened with the boy. All my mom knew was that he was brought to a midwife to have him cleaned. I am now curious where he is right now... and how will he be growing up.

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Thank you to my teammate, Ronchie, for bringing us something from Gerry's yesterday. I think he was in happy mode for treating Goldi and Agnes a lunch while desserts me and Cythia.

I still have a sore throat but I enjoyed the sylvanna that I got.

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Are you paraskevidekatriaphobic?

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My cousins are off to Baguio today. I hope they have fun while being safe.

2006-10-10T18:50:00.000+08:00

Hey, Shawty! 'Twas My Birthday!!!
5pm
Music: Time Machine - Juan Pablo Dream

I had three cakes for my birthday...

... birthdays are not complete without one. But I had three. Well, that's just me.

One for my lola and my relatives, one for my family and one here in the office. A chiffon marble something, a choco cappuccino delight and a black forrest party cake.

Of course, on my personal, I went treating myself with material stuff. I don't want to call it shopping since I didn't hop from one store to the other. I already figured days before where to get the things I want for my birthday.

But before you envy me of my new stuff :bleh:, let me give you a rundown of the treats I had that started Oct. 5th, a Wednesday.

10.05 (Wed) : One of my teammates already spoiled the surprise that was waiting for me. I knew there was already something but not in details. After I opened my company mail, I saw several messages and one of 'em came straight from my manager located somewhere in the US. It was a complete and a stress releiver at the same time. Almost three years of my existence here, this is the first time received such. But I am not complaining. Everyone is working hard with or without praises. Still, it is something to think about during "down" times. You know what I mean.

10.06 (Fri) : From my remaining 18 1/2 leave credits, I used one for this day. I intentionally did not tell my mom that I was on leave. This is my personal time. My mom might just ask me to stay home and wait for our clothes to dry on the clothesline.

I used my Maxicare card in my trip to the dentist. Same clinic where I had cleaning and filling last year but different dentist. I went to Team Manila's main office after to buy my first shirt from the company. I got two for myself, one for my sister and a set of button pins. I headed to Robinson's Place Manila afterwards. I was particularly looking for this store that sells vintage shirts with prints like the Beatles and Bioman. Unfortunately, even the guards had no idea where it is. A friend mentioned that it is somewhere in the second level. Zigzaged my way in all level but found none. I settled for a polo from Cinderella. It was a good buy. The store is onsale. And I got mine with a whapping 50% off. It was P692 before. Do the math on how much I paid. It was pink with some blue and white lines. Mainly pink. This is my dare to myself until my next birthday comes. I should be able to wear the colors that I find off to me. Yellow, red, violet, pink... as long as the shirt looks good on me. But I am not joining the pink-wearing crowd in the metro. I also got Bob Ong's "ABNKKBSNPLA ko?!" from Powerbooks. I started reading it last Sunday and finished it yesterday. I am not proud that I finished reading it that quick but I like the way I covered the book with a plastic cover. It was neat. And securing it from water spills, ink stains and lizard droppings mean I value the book. Naks.

It was nice to drop by that mall again. I think the last time I went there was with some of my college buddies. We were supposed to meet with the rest but only a few showed up. We just had some chit chats then went home after an hour. I think it was year 2004.

After I tired myself from walking, I headed to my next destination - Ayala Center. It took me awhile to decide where to buy these white chucks I am wearing now. SM? Any of the shoe salons in Glorietta? Parksquare? Landmark? Market price is just the same from one mall to the other. I was just thinking whom shall profit from me this time. Hehe. So, I settled on that last mall mentioned.

It was still early. I didn't want to go home at that time. So, I checked some other stuff that I want to get my mom. Though some stalls are on sale, none looked beautiful.

Another thing I bought was the "I luv UST" button pin from Papemelrotti, for obvious reasons.

Rewind the hours before I set foot in the dentist's clinic. I almost forgot to mention this.

On my way up the escalator coming from the chapel, a man approached me and asked for directions. He was looking for Ayala Museum. I told him to go up then, on the corner, he will see one entrance there. I was following him but he still seemed confused. As we reached the top of the escalator, he turned his back and asked me again where it is. He was pointing somewhere. I told him that he may use the entrance I just told him or check the one downstairs. I even offered to walk with me since I am headed that way also. He suddenly remembered that he used the door downstairs before. So, he thanked me then went down again using the escalator near the said entrance.

Another story was on the conceirge area of Medical Plaza. I told the receptionist where I was going. In exchange of their buidling ID, I gave my college alumni ID. I don't usually surrender my most recent ID since receptionists just clip something on my ID that eventually scratches its surface. So, why not give them an old one? After I handed my card, she said, "Champion, ah!" Her remark didn't register that quick. But I smiled after I recalled that it was about UAAP.

I usually celebrate my birthday on the day before my actual birthday. Since I was on leave, I celebrated it two days before my actual birthday. Hehe. I can break my own rules. :p

10.07 (Saturday) : I did grocery shopping earlier than my usual. I was able to finish this before lunchtime. Then, I cooked luch after - fried liempo marinated with Mama Sita's barbeque sauce and lots of calamansi juice.

I was carrying a bottle of Coke 1.5L on my way to my lola's house. I also stopped by one of the buko juice vendors who are scattered along the highway to buy two fresh coconut. I picked what to prepare. Juices were separated from its meat. (My lola just freezes these. Then, it's ready to be served. As they say, best served chilled.) Then, I'm off to go to my mom's hometown.

Before taking the trike, I stopped by Goldilocks bakeshop to buy them a cake. I got the one I marbled chiffon (I actually forgot what it was called. But more than the cake, it was the icing that drowned my taste buds. Too buttery.)

I lounged in their house for about three hours before deciding to go home. Again, I bought another cake. This time for my family. It was an ice cream cake.

10.08 (Sunday) : I was officially 25. Quiet moment. But I didn't even try to make that I-am-important drama. I am usually quiet whenever something special to me happen.

Lunch was not grand but was a favorite - sinigang na baboy sa sampalok.

10.09 (Monday) : Not my birthday anymore but my childhood friend's, Erik. I was still on leave. I fixed my SSS id. Now, all I have to wait is three months before its release. Then, I'll be some amount richer. I am making a loan soon. But do not loan that loan I am loaning, uki? They're all selfishly mine.

Anyway, after I finished some paper works, I dropped by our church. Unfortunately, my former teacher and school principal's wake has ended. I wasn't able to share the moment. (This should be a happy post. I'll definitely make one for this any time soon).

I bought a string of sampaguita and camia.

As much as I controlled myself, the stalls selling pirated/ burned cds did not escape my wanting. I browsed through local and international artists. It is bad to patronize these things. But money is such a big deal. I have a set of original, pirated and burnt ones. But in my collection of OPM artists, it must be all original. Unfortunately, I broke my own regulation. I got some indie albums. But these albums are nowhere found in the market. So, I didn't have the choice but to buy them. (Sorry, Imago. Your first album that's currently burning in my boombox is pirated. But your second and third album which I plan to buy this coming yuletide season will be original. But I love that debut album though it's somewhat stolen from you.)

I went back home around 11am. I just had some pieces of bread and slices of luncheon meat for lunch. I became tired and lazy. I slept for about an hour. I woke up with a wet shirt and a headache. Must've been the weather.

Now, I am back to work. I feel relieved, alive, well-rested. An ordinary vacation from work but it was much needed.

Here, before I end this. I have these sms from some of my friends. If the message came from an email or friendster message, it's indicated for accuracy.

... advanced happy birthday din sayo... - Joms, 3rd week of Sept

Happy bday! - Margaux, Oct 04, 10:30pm

Sent on 10.07 (Saturday)

Happy Birthday ARNOLD! :) - Drake, 11;32am

Belated hapi bday. Libre naman. - Mayk, 7:22pm

Barnold, HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! :) I wish you all the best in life. God bless n take care always. :) - John, 8:09pm

Life is full of beautiful things... soft sunrise... cool winds... pretty flowers... love and laughter... quiet moments... & good people like you. Happy bday! - Ate Cristy, 9:18pm

Happy bday nold!.. God bless u - Goldi, 11:40pm

Sent on 10.08 (Sunday)

Happy bday bro! - Bern, 6:51am

Brotherhood arnold! :) maligayang bati sau! :) sna mramdamn namn ang burpday mu! He,he.. wish u gud health , hapines nd peace f mind! :) God bless! :) - 0915***5334, 7:58am

Happr birthday barnold! :) - Joms, 11:47am

Barnold, happy birthday! :) - Bunny, 2;50pm

Barnold, HAPPY birthday!God bless! :) - John, 5;11pm

Happy birthday - AC, 7:49pm

Nold pksabi sa momy na agahan bukas. Maaga din kamo aalis si alice. andito sya. thanks... hapi bday?. - Tito Bobby, 8:14pm

Happy birthday seatm8! Wish u ol d best in lyf! :) - Chiela, 8:34pm

ei hapi bday mahal... :) sori bz me d2 hosp eh kya ngyn lng me nktxt, i luv n miz yah so mch. :) - Roselyn, 9:27pm

cz u opNd dz, u wL b ksSd on Fri by urluv. DNT BRK D CHAIN!ur cRsh L aSk u out.2m wL b d bSt dy of urlyf. f u dnt sNd dS 2 20ppl b4 12mn bD lck n ur luvlyf... - Ronch, 10:28pm (I suppose this is a birthday greeting. Pero ba't nakakatakot ang dating?)

Hey arn! Hapi bday.. Hehe.. - Kim, 11:01pm

Sent on 10.09 (Monday)

Happy Birthday to you... Happy Birthday to you... happy birthday happy birthday... HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO YOOUU! God bless! :) - Bryan, 2:10am

These are from my friendster's inbox

Subject: RE: ei! ...anyway, ADVANCED HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! baka nidi na kita ma-greet sa sunday, toxic ako sa trabaho even during sundays... - Bern, October 5, 2006 10:4 AM

SUbject: .. happy birthday! - Chito, October 8, 2006 8:57 AM

Subject: ... happy birthday po - Hans, October 8, 2006 7:41 PM

Subject: Happy Birthday!!!!!!

Hi Arnold!

Happy Birthday! san party? hehehehehehehe

Melina, October 9, 2006 10:3 AM

From the office mail:

happy birthday!!!!!
always take care!
thanks a lot!!! - Mara, Oct 8th, 1:43pm

From our support site's tagboard:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY ARNOLD!!!! - Agnes

Arnold Belated Happy Birthday!!! - Cynthia

Thanks to all my friends, who I am seeing alot and not quite alot (hehe). Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

Don't be pissed if I didn't reply via text or mail or any type of messaging. I have time but less access. And when it comes to phones, I have no load. Yes, poor me. I still have no load up until today.

So, to the ones who've been texting me with no info in my phone but just meer numbers, I will get back to you as soon as I have.. ehem.. load.

As my years progress, they turn even more special.

(My friendster bulletin...

Title: birthday tenchus! :X

Salamat sa lahat ng nag-text, nag-message dito sa friendster at sa mga nasa PEx.

I have yet to check my ym and blog. baka meron din dun, eh.

basta salamat kina

Melina: sana inom ulit tayo pero sana wag nang mangulit yung lasing, kilala mo na yun.

to Kuya hans, Chito, Bern, Bunny, John, joms, chiela, ac, margaux, drake, kim, mara, teammates, classmates sa college and high school, yung unknowns na nag-text. text ko kayo pag may load na ko para malaman ko kung sino kayo, goldi, teammates ulit, ronch maski na weird ang chain text na pinadala mo, to God and Mama Mary, to my guardian angels, at sa mga kaluluwang lumilisaw sa paligid,

sa mga nabahagian ko ng cake, sana nasarapan kayo kasi minsan lang talaga ko mag-treat.

It's been 25 years. But i still look young. kanina lang tinatawag akong "boy" ng kunduktor sa bus. haha!

thanks yous agains. God bless you all.

ciao!)

2006-10-03T16:53:00.000+08:00

There Goes The Sign... Again
4:32pm

I think I already posted here about my plans in applying for promotion a couple of months ago. How I asked for signs if I should grab that opportunity or not until the day that the position, or should I say hiring, was held.

Now, it's back. Application ends on Thursday, 5th of this month.

I saw that same opening/ slot last Monday. I got nervous immediately after thinking about submitting an application.

Again, I had my application be dependent on certain signs. Crazy, yes. But that keeps me sanely crazy.

As I end my shift, I asked for a person or a friend whom, I haven't seen for awhile, to show up. I don't remember what day it was. But it was when the metro was in blackout. I stepped out of the office and waited for the elevator. As the door opened, I saw my former QA Analyst. We had a little chat as the machine went down. That was it. This person I haven't seen for sometime.

Another sign was if UST wins game 2. But hey. Not only did they win it last Sunday but the deciding third game yesterday was won over the rival also. Double whammy for a sign. This is really is it, as the comic line goes.

Today, as I browsed through infos about yesterday's UAAP Men's BBall finals (Late news didn't show any. Deim!), I came across tomasinoweb.com. If I am not mistaken, some UST PExer friends invited me to join a dinner to conceptualize this online community. No, it is not me being a moderator. I was just so active with PEx (pinoyexchange.com) then. So, contact with me is within reach. I didn't decline. I just shyed away and made my alibi. But I am happy with the progress of the page/site. I am looking forward for more. Anyway, there are articles and pictures there. I checked some pictures particularly the finals. One student was wearing a yellow shirt that read, "To Have A Chance, Take A Chance." Hmm...Hmm...Hmm... the only sound I uttered.

Perhaps, by tomorrow or the following day I am done with the requirements. I am not going to edit alot of info in my papers. I just need to update my monthly grades, btw, which I am proud of.

2006-10-02T17:56:00.000+08:00

Grrr! For The Champions
5:47pm
Music: Rocks - Ben Jellen

I think the game ain't over yet. I have no idea what the scoring is. I do not know who has the advantage from the previous quarters and as of press time. BUT I have strong faith that my UST Growling Tigers will win the UAAP Men's Senior Basketball Championship Title for Season 69.

[i]image courtesy of pinoyexchange.com[/i]

2006-10-02T13:52:00.000+08:00

Sway
3:39pm
09.29.06 Fri

Aftermath makes one realize the damages left by yesterday's catastrophe.

No matter how great the next day will be, a person must be ready to swallow what will greet him come next morning as he tries to pick every piece left, literally and figuratively.

I was in the office yesterday when typhoon Milenyo hit the metro. I heard it over the news that after 11 years, a typhoon will hit Manila again. From experience living in Manila, the city is never ready even for a heavy downpour alone.

There was power interruption yesterday before a total blackout which still affects some areas as of this writing. We were even answering calls without the use of computers for customer information. The building was dancing with the strong wind. We thought there was an earthquake. A teamamte even thought it was a vertigo attack. Many were stranded. Worse, homeless. I know there will be accidents - property-ruining and/or life-threatening. And I was never wrong.

Last night was blinding. yes, it was dark since there was no electricity in most parts of the land. It felt like I was leaving the office at 12MN. Less people in the office. Pit black outside. Minimal vehicles. Tired people. Then, almost every each of what's outside was wet. I hardly noticed the damages until lights from trucks of some organizations started to pull things out of danger. EDSA was lonelier than a Sunday evening.

I was able to go home safe. The ever reliable 24-hr taxi ride was there. After a few minutes of waiting, I was bound home. I never slept inside the van. I was looking outside the window and praying that everything's okay back home. When it is really raining hard, flood water starts to sink in our house.

There was no light in our house. There should be once from a candle somewhere but there was none. I found my mom sleeping. After I woke her up, she prepared our dinner. Rice was already cooked. She just opened a can of corned beef. She didn't cook it anymore. It reminded me of my first road trip to Quezon where me and friends arrived in her grandma's resort past 10pm. We consumed anything that was ready available in stock. And there was the corned beef which I enjoyed the most. Anyway, I cleaned myself after eating before retiring to bed. I was about to sleep in my sister's bedroom when the real light kicked in. Blackout was already over. My sleepiness was gone after watching TV for a couple of hours.

Then, the next work day came - today.

Threading EDSA this morning exposed me to alot of realizations. Wrathed billboards; fallen trees and posts; blackout; sweaty passengers waiting for a ride under the hot sun: seems like nothing happened yesterday, now these people are headed for work; smashed office windows and more. A person can never let a blow crash him to the bones. The more one procrastinates, the lesser productive life becomes.

MRT was still non-operational. In God's good hands again, I was saved from being late from work. The bus I took this morning was headed to Pasay. Ayala is on the way. This bus is not the usual one that I take. Thanks to Royal Eagle Bus Co. Baliwag Transit only ends in Cubao. Many passengers were in the street waiting for a ride. I just advised the bus conductor to drop me off SM Makati. Though the bus will take another route, he agreed to stop at Buendia. From there, I walked to the office.

I was careful walking along EDSA. The remains of yesterday's typhoon are still evident. I was watching for electrical wires and thorned branches. Around me was a mess. And the people whose job is to make the city clean are now in big trouble.

Stir a little drama, anyone who slams down needs to get up fast. Be strong fast. And take on the wheel fast. Looking at the people restoring the damages made me smile. It's not that they are just doing their job. It is more than that. It made me realize more that at one point of our life, we need help.

OT: It was my first time to try a smoothie from Fruitas. I picked banana shake. It was good. I am craving for a Coke float, though.

2006-09-28T17:43:00.000+08:00

Rainy Days and Random Thoughts
4:46pm
Music: I Heard It Through The Grapevine (Instrumental) - from MRT radio (Yep, guys! MRT has built in sounds. So, you will not be listening to noisy people around and the lousy, err, driver.)

I forgot to add that I had two bottles of beer in last Sunday's ocassion.

After a few months, I was able to fill myself again with alcohol. I wasn't intoxiated at all. But I got tipsy and bloated. Over the years, my alcohol tolerance has mellowed. And boy was I happy about that. I do not only use that as an excuse but also my personal limit when it comes to drinking sprees.

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Last Sunday, it was shown in TV commercial that the La Mesa Dam baller bands ar available at all Goldilocks branches and (insert a name of a certain establishment here - Sorry, I forgot).

Monday came. I searched for the band in Greenbelt and Ayala-MRT branch. Unfortunately, the former has not stock yet and the latter has just ran out of it.

I am not really in baller ids. But with its purpose to support the rehabilitation aand maintainance od clean water source (reservior), I am more than happy to get myself one and wear it. Actually, I got two. I figured that Farmer's has a Goldilocks outlet somewhere so I courageously asked for directions from security guards. They were not as helpful as I expected. They seemed to be a bit unfamiliar with their whole building. But I managed to land infront of the cashier where they have a few stocks remaining. I thought that the only stocks left where the ones taped on an announcement at the other counter. I even tore one and was about to pay for it. But miss cashier had some. It costs P25 each. And it's in light bluse with words, "One Water" - an image of a water droplet in between.

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I feel relieved. After almost two weeks sans of veggies, I finally had a good serving of its mixed kind for my lunch earlier. I think it was ginataang sitaw at kalabasa. I do not prefer food with pure meat in it. There has to be some soup and of course, veggies.

Random Thoughts in a Sooper Rainy (Stormy) Day
5:50pm
Music: Natasha Bedingfield's last hit song

Stormy weather sucks. Wet feet. Slippery road. Flood. In health science, disease. But that's not the only one life-threatening. Flying roofs, fallen trees, cut electrical wirings.

********

Last week, I chanced upon a foreigner, who seemed to be Latina, in one of the malls here asking a saleslady where she can get dried mangoes.

Ironically, as I was on my way home, a vendor hoped in the bus selling dried mangoes. As part of his sales tactic, he hands out a small card that reads something like the money he will earn from selling his goods will be used in his studies. A more striking message included sounds like "it is better to work hard than to beg..."

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This is another basic courtesy issue.

I was excited about my lunch. Though it gives me ocassional stomachache from being full, I still look forward to it when the clock hits 2:30pm.

Someone was using the microwave over. He was heating a cup noodle, which eventually has overflown inside the oven. I wiped the base off before putting my rice container in. After I set the timer to a minute, I rushed to my station to grab my water container. When I got back to check my food, someone from another account was fixing something inside. She put in her and her friends food. When she knew that I saw what she did, she even made a comment that I might be in a hurry. I felt a bit weird. Why the hell will someone touch something that she doesn't own? And we are talking about food here. I do not even know her.

I just talked to my teammate who was washing her dishes that time. I know she sensed that I was a little pissed. The girl even had the guts to open the oven again since the plate didn't want to rotate. Their containers were hitting the sides of the oven. See how much hassle she caused on me? It took more than a minute for my food to be heated. That was rude.

Knowing me, I didn't say anything. I just gave them a weird look and shook my head.

Perhaps, she's a newbie. Put it a newbie with an attitude. Funny how I observe how worse new hires get.

She was carrying her furby toy all the while. I could've thrown in that thing inside the microwave oven. But I like furby.

2006-09-26T18:59:00.000+08:00

Damn Pain
6:43pm

After a hearty lunch, my stomach is now crumbling from something else.

I just fininshed the remaining pan de sal stuffed with hotdog that I prepared for my breakfast. (Leftover breakfast at almost 7pm, why not?)

My lunch was one of those meals wrapped in a small banana leaf and big paper. You will have an impression that it's fresh. But that meat in your meal is only heated in a microwave oven. Plus the additional slated egg and sliced of tomatoes are refrigerated. It seemed decent, though. From all of these, what I really look forward to is the sawsawan. Is this called a dip in English. You know, you have that vinegar spiced with lots chopped onions, garlic, chili; ground pepper and some calamansi juice. Other than that, I still add another piece of chili for my very own blend of hot sauce.

I think that vinegar kicked me. I was hungry. I iimediately tasted tapa (beef) meat with a spoonful of hot sauce. Wrong move, wasn't it?

Now I have this freakin' stomachache from my stupid move. I am now thinking how will I reach home. I feel like throwing up and taking a poop at the same time. Weird and gross.

Anyway, I am strong. And I know I handle this. Haha! I need that optimism and self encouragement.

2006-09-25T18:21:00.000+08:00

Social Studies In The Works
5:36pm

I attended my childhood friend's daughter baptism.

I learned about it Saturday. I was buying our drinking water from their refill station when his aunt told me to tell my mom to attend the ocassion. By the time I was about to leave the area, my friend dropped by. He personally asked me to go with my mom. I told him that my might will be going to my lola's house on Sunday. And that made me go there alone.

I prepared early since I will be joining my friend's relatives. I know them personally since we basically grew in our place plus our moms and dads are friends with each other. We are neighbors, too. I was all done by 10:30am. They texted my sister to tell me that we are already leaving at around 12:30pm. I didn't compain though because I had more time watching tv.

At first, I didn't really want to go. Aside from the fact that I will definitely shy away for the rest of my existence in the event, I might just look snob as I keep me away from people.

I knew that I will see my other childhood friends and high school classmates which I both both hated and liked. I know somewhere down the line, the one in his flashiest outfit will not just shine but will also be the sweetest talker. I am used to this some kind of ego from some of my childhood friends. Unfortunately, I was the usual victim before.

So, there. Upon arrival, I find a nice spot to sit down. I felt myself comfy sitting near the entrance. I was actually with my friend's kid cousins. Children around me goofing around but I didn't mind. At least, no boredom for me to kick of my arrival.

As the rest of the guests and his family members came, I spotted my other friends. Now, I am more used to handling their egos. I joined them. And later on, transferred from one table to another until we found the perfect place for us to dine. We were the last to get our meal. Among all the food served, I liked fettucine. I think we were 7 people in one small table. But that was fine. We shared some laughter and stories plus a lot of catching up especially with me. I don't remember the last time they saw me. Likewise, on my part. They've always managed to go malling or go to their apartment or go home together. They've been also communicating through sms.

I also greeted my mom's friends. I was happy that my friend's mom didn't recogised me when I talked to her. That means I've improved. She told me that she hasn't seen my for quite awhile. FYI, I've been friends with his son for the longest time. I celebrate my birthday a day before his. And we've been servicemates and schoolmates back in elementary, high school and college. Of course, scrap the service part in high school and college since we knew how to commute then. calculating, that might root back in the year 1985.

Now, my friend has 2 kids already. His first born is 3 years old, I think. His youngest, the one who was just baptized, is 4 months old. He got married right after graduating from college. Why not? He's rich. By the way, aside from his job, he has his water refilling station business. His own house looks good. And we are on the same age. If only I was lucky as him, you know.

Anyway, I was surrounded by at least three celebrities yesterday. Yes, my friend has 2 celebrity cousins. The other that was with them was the other's beau. No, they didn't ask anything from me nor they talk to me. Perhaps, they don't remember. I was one table away from them. But I managed not to look at them ever so often even though they've been the apple of the eye of most of the people in the reception. I'm used to them. Like my friend, I've known them way before. But it's cool to see them after they transferred school back in the 90s and after being popular in local tv.

A high school classmate, who's with his girlfriend, was also there. Same thing as others noticed about me, I was thin. But the exchange of 'what's up' was okay.

If I was surrounded with college friends, say acquaintance party or something, I will definitely more at ease. I can sit on one corner and enjoy the crowd. I may even roam around to check if I know anybody. I still need to learn to be exposed to alot of people.

I was even practicing at home in case someone whom I haven't seen for a long while approach me and ask me all different things that I do not normally answer. You know, I should not just shut up if they're trying to make a conversation. I know that they just want to update themselves with regards to me.

That's just I want to say. I am learning to appreciate myself more.

2006-09-19T16:54:00.000+08:00

Love, Hate This Day
4:26pm

As much as I want to hate this day, I can't.

My left eye is still a bit irritated. A stye, though it loss some mass, is still on my upper eyelid. But I can bear it. My glasses can actually hide it or give the person in front of me a certain glare for it to be unnoticed.

I am still sick. From last saturday night, I still feel I am not back in my normal self. Amidst the fever, clogged nose and dry cough, it's my energy that I miss.

It has been tiring for me to walk from the MRT station to my office. My so called kasu-kasuan ache. This must've been flu. Maybe a flu. I haven't checked with a doctor yet. Knowing me, I will stick with self medication. But these pills are killing me. I feel sicker. And my morning ritual tends to be abnormal. Morning ritual meaning my session in our bathroom. Perhaps, pills somehow affect the cycle in me.

Blame me if I still chose to be in the office. I think I have more productive things to do in here than to be home resting.

Know what? I've been checking my skin if I have spots. There has been a case of dengue fever in our place. Our house is a pretty mosquito-infested haven. And I do not want anyone close to me obtaining that disease.

Also, I cannot eat properly. Since yesterday, I have become too lazy thinking about what food to eat. Moreso, if I should eat or not.

Oh, I just blew my nose. And it's already bleeding because I clean it with tissue paper that much. Of course, I do not want anything dangling in my nostrils. My eyes , too, are teary. My back is aching. And I feel coooooooold.

But everybody goes through it. Lagnat laki lang 'to. Perhaps, I am just dramatizing my journey going home at night. Usually, it is raining. And waiting for a ride home is like waiting in vain for your love. Oh, that's minus the love.

I visited my grandma last Saturday afternoon. It was a hot day. I brought her 2 fresh buko juice, which she loves to freeze inside her fridge for that sherbet style of dessert, and varieties of bread. After a couple of hours in her house, I went home carrying the wallpaper my aunt/godmother gave my sister. A few hours of tv and food, then, I took a bath almost midnight already. This is how I analyzed the cause of my sickness now.

Before I forget, my latest find in my suking supermarket is Nay Charing's Sinangag mix. I got its Longganisa flavor. But it comes with Bistek Tagalog and the other one. I'm not sure if its brand is Nay Charing. I have to check that one once I get home.

2006-09-15T18:36:00.000+08:00

A Few Things I wanna Share
5:19pm

1. I have a stye on my left eye. It has been there for two days now.
2. From Mama Sita's and Del Monte Kitchenomics recipes, I made a list for my future lunch plans.
3. It was my first time to use my credit card last night towards a purchase of a Charcoal brand sandals. From its case, it read, "leather leisure flatties." From flip flops that are banned in the office, I now have flatties. But why are there some people who's in their slippers?
4. I am not tired posting. My access is just limited. By the time I have my access to post, it's either I lose inspiration or I doze off.
5. I was able to control myself in buying another pair of chucks. That was my original plan until I saw Charcoal. From P1650, I spent at least 600 bucks. But I need to get those white sneakers.
7. Kindly take time to read this interesting feature.
8. UST Salinggawi Dance Troupe won its 5th straight UAAP Cheerdance Championship.
9. You guys have a happy weekend!

2006-09-07T16:48:00.000+08:00

'Cos I've Been Afraid Of Changin'
3:57pm
Music: Di Na Natuto - Sound (from Kami nAPO Muna, APO Hiking Society Tribute album)

Ya, I know. My title is part of the song, "Landslide."

Landslide that can swallow you, me and the rest of the community. Several feet above us will turn darker as this comes closer to our skin. We might survive. But from the headlines, chances are little.

Spin when tumbling down. If I puke, I might as well take it in to save me from starving.

How I placed a few things at my center only disheartened me. They are not worth that place. Intriguing how I became vulnerable to take 'em and risk my own soul. But my soiled feet are as heavy as my sored hands. My defenses could've been conquered by both my strength and weakness - you...

I miss the days when throwing a dirty finger to answer a friend's joke was still cool. And that cursing is like saying a grace before meal. Sweet at the same time bitter. Bittersweet, eh?

I am so used to it. I do not want to change even a single piece of a broken heart. Let them be. To heal and to scar. To rot and to die.

More than this, I am afraid to lose a nightmare of you. Haunting me in the depth of my memory, in the silence of my sleep, in the heart of my worry-infested ocean. Without your pathetic attempt to guide me somewhere away from my most loved place, I must've been exactly there dipping my feet in a cold, flowing river. Still, I chose to be ruined by you because you make everything complete by showing me what a big mistake I am to be kept. But I did not request for it nor did I try to catch your eye. You came near and nearer until I looked like an orphaned puppy. (Or was I a gold coin that time?)

You never let me see the other side even before the first wave of landslide hit me. What I was standing at became what is over me. And that first had its second and its third until it has the habit hitting me. Hit after hit. I am happy that walking is not the only talent I learned from you.

But again, I need to remind myself that you make me strong and weak.

2006-08-31T16:20:00.000+08:00

My LSS is Killing me
LSS: First of Summer - UrbanDub
11:46am

I finally got to taste Tokyo Tokyo's Mixed sushi last Friday.

But I tried California Maki and that thing wrapped in nori. I left the sushi for the rest of my family. But they do not eat raw fish. And my mom thought that she was eating puto (rice cake).

Also, I already received my first ever credit card (Actually, I've got two: the mini edge is the second). This confirms that I am somewhat professional. But I am not using it for major luxury. Just for the heck of having one and another attempt in testing my saving skills.

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I have a kikoy kit. Haha! You'll get it free with a purchase of 2 bottles of Listerine. Nothing's in it but a toothbrush and a sachet of toothpaste. Not kikoy afterall. :p

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Kami nAPO Muna - Tribute to the APO Hiking Society album already out. I know this is a late plugging. But the double disc set is what I am talking about. It's 500 bucks, btw.

I bought my copy Monday evening at Music 1.

My sister might think that a 500 peso cd is too much considering that it is local. She also tells me that I would not get any reward from buying original stuff. I see to it that my OPM cds are all original. I also keep some pirated ones of foreign artists. I value money. And my reason for buying these, original or not, is to put them in a computern drive, once I get one, and pick the songs that I most like ala compilation album.

Anyway, my spending usually hit my so-called conscience. Yes, I have one just like you.

You know, that same night when I bought a cd was the same night that I rode the cheapest ride going to my place. This bus company is at least 5 pesos cheaper compared to the other two. And that P5 could mean an extra rice on my meal. That is a big deal.

Before the wheel was stirred NLEX way, a man in his 40's hopped in. He looked a bit drunk and dirty. The bus conductor already took my fare earlier. So, when he approached the man, he received so many excuses as to why he should be given free ride. He has mentioned something about working for that bus company to knowing someone who's working in that company to bluffing so many names. Of course to avoid the inspector's routine passenger check, the conductor asked for bus passes or any ID as proof. The man showed none. It was quite a long talk. The bottom line was that the man has no money. He said that all his cash went to a birthday bash. The conductor told him that he could've said that beforehand.

I was a bit pissed by the man. Actually, I almost always get pissed by situations like this when one lies just to get free ride. Their question and answer portion could be very disturbing.

But the other side of me pitied the man. Of course, I still felt sad about this thing. To think that I've spent for a cd and for my gargle.

When this soft heart kicks in, I can't help but think what would be essential and important. But my other half tells me that it is okay since I worked hard for it. I think this kind of thinking blocks me from spending for myself. I am totally entitled to enjoy the fruits of my labor. And that guy, whom might have spent the fruits of his labor to an occasion, did the same. Quits.

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I already have the pictures from our videoke night. But I am still waiting for the last batch to be uploaded so I can have them all posted.

Okay, I'm going to cut this now. As usual, changing something again from our supportsite. And I know you know what that means, HTML overload. Blagag!

2006-08-22T17:48:00.000+08:00

It's Red
4:42pm
Music: Some Chinese music from radioblog

I do not have the pictures yet of my latest Friday nighout. Patience.

Anyway, I forgot to mention something that caught my attention as I went early than my usual to do my grocery last week. These two establishments have the names:

betcha by golly chow - a carinderia/eatery; and
ATM : Automated Tubig Machine - water refill station

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I am currently browsing pinoycook, clickthecity.com and chibog.com.

I am aiming to experiment a 'cuisine' come Sunday. >>> Yeah, yeah! Dream on, Arnold!

Also, I have a 300peso Friday's gift certificate which I need to claim the soonest. I have never set foot in that resto. But I want to try what they have to offer with the said amount. I am not ecstatic, though.

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'Til next week then it's over.

I haven't passed my requirements for application yet. It's 60-40 regarding my real take on applying. 60 being not pushing it.

Honestly, I feel it is time. But what holds me back is the account itself. We have a bunch of newbies whom I know still need assistance. If I could provide additional help to another account should I get promored, why not here? I've been feeling the pressure about certain things which I could not disclose.

It is true that I've been too comfortable with this account. It is true that I've been to satisfied with my career. I am going on my third year already.

If ever I should move up, I want to leave the account to 'good' people. I am not demanding to come with the best. Just those who know how to serve well and, err.. speak well. (There goes the bashing part.)

From all the things that I've asked for as signs, I am applying. And my promise to myself is to pass everything before this week closes.

Speaking of signs, perhaps the last sign that I should ask from above -> Red. I told Him that if I see red colors today, this should be it. As I leave teh chapel, behold what I saw. One red color to the other.

A guy in red long sleeved, a lady with a big, red hand bag, a foreigner with a red shoulder bag, a messenger with a red envelope, a man crossing Dela Costa wearing a red shirt, newly painted red stripes off the wall of a telecom company bldg and a teamate wearing a red t-shirt.

I may just be afraid to try out things. But red is the color of courage. So, go!

2006-08-21T17:31:00.000+08:00

Updating
3:37pm

My hair is much shorter now. I actually had it cut the second time Wednesday last week. From a 4-5 inch lost, now probably my hair is 7 inches shorter. (Dude, am I now back in my graduation picture look >p )

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Last Saturday, we had an unofficial/official team building. I hope I could post the invitation we sent via email. Unfortunately, I couldn't since it bore the name of my account.

Anyway, past and present team members who are still in the company and friends with almost everyone in the team were invited. BUT only a quarter of the total number, I guess, showed up. It was raining, one good reason. And it was not properly planned, second, perhaps the last reason.

But it was still fun. It was my first time at IO KTV.

I am a little less inspired today to write something about it since I just woke up. And I am distracted by the turon and Coke Light I am indulging. Anyway, when the pictures are in (Mind you, we had three digicams to capture almost everything.), I will quickly post 'em here and pour in my happy thoughts.

'til then.

Hope you cope up with this week's weather... bummer!

2006-08-15T17:56:00.000+08:00

Hair (&) Pie (This should be wholesome)
4:10pm
Music: The Frog - Sergio Mendes feat. Q-Tip and Will.I.Am

I'm sorry of you may find the title offensive. I am not doing this just for fun. If you happen to understand the meaning of it, that is not what I mean. Those two words would relate to my two posts. So, it's not what you think, Bradley! (Hmm, who's Bradley? I would allow my teammates to answer that for you. That is if they're going to say something :p )

Announcement:
Timeless by Sergio Mendes is a good buy. If you plan to get a cd as your payday gift to yourself, I would recommend his.

Powerbooks' season sale would close by the end of this month. And I still don't have a copy of Bob Ong's "Stainless Longganisa" or his first book, and Angelo Suarez's "Else It Was Purely Girls".

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I already broke my promise.

My haircut was originally scheduled to happen on the day before my birthday. This was really my plan to check on how long my hair would get after a year of not cutting it. But I just had it done last night. And was I not that impressed. I already miss my dull, unmanageable hair.

As remedy to my funny look, I plan to check later for something to cover my top.

I think I lost at least 4 inches of my locks. But the thrill here is my plan of growing it back again. Of course I'm crazy. I always do that. Cut my long hair then grow it back to cut it again.

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Two of my teammates are already out of the team. One has just been promoted and is currently on traing while the other has just resigned.

Cassava and ube cake was a treat from Lawrence, the one fought with his resignation for six months, I think. He planned this eversince the year started. And now, this should be the conclusion. No more retraction whatsoever. I was not close to him but I would sure miss those lines from Vilma Santos' movies.

On the other hand, I do not have much info on Liza with regards to the new account that she'd be handling. All I know is that she already started training Sunday night. And today was supposed to be her last day with the team before she makes a big comeback to THAT block, our company's own building. And this day was supposed to be our cake and pizza day from her. But from her text message, she'd still be joining us this Saturday for our unofficial team building.

Goldi, one of my teammates, said that she was crying as she started her shift. Perhaps, it was just now that the thought of one of our good friends/teammate has left the team for another opportunity. But who knows? There might be some rotations or what-have-you.

So, there. I do not want to stir in more drama. Let's all move on and get better and better as days go by.

2006-08-11T17:43:00.000+08:00

Cake
07.29 Fri
Music: Sitting Down Here - Lene Marlin
4:32pm

Hindi ko na kayo aalukin kasi ngayon lang ako nakakain nito. These were my exact words to some of my teammates about eating Red Ribbon's tiramisu last Friday night. Actually, almost all of us bought our cake of choice that evening. To think that it wasn't pay day yet.

08.09, Wed; 4:08pm
Music: Listen - Stonefree >>>
I have to cut this post due to lack of inspiration. That itch to write something about the good laughter we had that night while waiting for our turn to coach new reps already suibsided.

It is now almost two weeks. And I couldn't recall the taste of that piece of tiramisu anymore. Perhaps, I am still longing for the one made by Bread Talk :p

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A Bigger Cake
4:56pm
Music: Tonight You're Mine - 7 Shots

I've been busy with a lot of things so my regular posting has been affected. Well, who isn't busy? Raise your right hand if you're not. Updates. Updates. And a lot of htmls that crash my brain.

Anyway, my post is about two things- One is all about some signs that I asked for and the other is something that was attention grabbing.

My friend/teammate has been promoted. She'd next week on her new role to a different account and different location. Again, just like from my previous posts about resignations, transfers, moving up/down, adjustments would knock no sooner than now. We need to be with replacements again. Deal with them. Of course, teach them. I do not own this company, moreso, this account. But this is just a way of life. So, congratulations to her and for a more impressive kudos, perhaps she should check our support site once everything has been announced and formalized already.

I am a bit pressured when to apply for a promotion. I'm on my third year with the company. I am proud of my stats and my way of work. Before fixing all the forms I need to apply, I asked the Man up there for signs if I should even try to be set for an interview. So, here are they.

a. Black leather shoes. I am wanting a pair for my birthday. I was planning to change my image a bit to the smart casual look. Well, not really but I would stir this to my person style. That would be at least two months from now. This account that I am targetting usually requires their people to be in smart casual attire. 1 point.

b. Andok's fried chicken. After saying my prayer at the Greenbelt chapel, I headed straight home. The sign I asked for was a sumptuous meal. Not really that grand or the eat-all-you-can type. Just our not so regular meal. I arrived prior to my mom. I waited for her since she usually brings me dinner from my lola. That Wednesday night, my lola had a little fried fish. From my mom's pocket, she bought me fried chicken from Andok's. So, this should be the second.

c. White shirts. Majority of my teammates should be in white shirt. Or that the dominant color of their shirt must be white. I bumped into my supervisor on my way to work and he has his white shirt underneath his polo. My just promoted teammate was in cream (or off white). Another teammate's shirt was in white/black. But white color was at least 3/4 of her shirt. Hmm.

d. Supervisors. And today, I was looking for another sign. I was suppose to ask God that if it's sunny in Makati, then it would be it since in our place, it was raining. But this sign might be so easy because it is given that if it's raining in our place, then Makati shoudl be sunny. I then told myself that if my supervisors' are still here in the office, then I would take that as the fourth one. My female supervisor is usually in the office still everytime I arrive. I usually bump into my male supervisor in Greenbelt area. But today, both were still here.

Four out of four. Then, let's go!

On the lighter side, here are a few things that I find a bit funny. These things happened in the streets.

a. Inside coach#2 of MRT, from North Ave. As per MRT rule, coaches 1 and 2 are for males. But of course, there are patrons who do not follow. It was Wednesday morning and a rush hour. A man beside the door with both arms raised and holding the handrails was squeezing a lady to the door. The lady requested the man to put down one of his arms so she could position properly. The man just ignored the lady. I think she talked to the guy three times until she blurted, "Pakibaba na lang po kasi hindi na ko makahinga... Pasensya na po." (Please put your arm down cause I couldn't breathe. I'm sorry.") Embarassing.

b. A hundred peso bill fell of the pocket of one of the pasengers. The bus was full. I thought the money was mine since I pull my bills out of my pocket when the bus conductor noticed a hundred peso lying on the floor, just right beside me. I immediately said that it wasn't mine. But I made another thinking if it was mine. The person seated across me was claiming that it was his. He said he had a change and started counting his bills in front of us. The conductor asked the sleeping if it was his since he was holding his fare earlier. The man said no. So, the money went to the person across my seat. After a few minutes, the guy who was sleeping said that it was his. The man who first claimed that he owns it voluntarily gave it to him. Then, silence, as if nothing happened. A passenger commented, "Basta pera..."

c. Two young girls were talking ahead of me as we make my way out of our street. They were saying that their grandma was good in cleaning their toes (pedicure). But part of that service was to make their toes bleed. One of the girls even atested, "Hindi. Gnaun talaga si lola. Pinapadugo nya muna talaga..." (No, that's normal. Grandma really makes it bleed first.) . Nyaiks.

d. There was a scene at the unloading section just right beside our building. I was on my way to buy a happy meal when a jeepney unloaded its passengers. A man in long sleeve got off first then some female. But a guy wearing a polo jumped and went straight to the other man in long sleeves. He has rolled papers on his hand which he used to hit the head of the guy. He was shouting something. I am not that "usi" so I just continued my walk. The bystanders buying used ink cartridges were shouting,"Sige. Mag-away kayo." Makati seems to be a high-end city but these people make it a little barriotic.

Alright. It is a weekend. I am not staying to helpout tonight. They are already doing good.

I hope to finish my papers next week so I can submit them.

2006-07-25T18:50:00.000+08:00

(Un)happy Feet
6:39pm

My feet stink today. So, I'm so sorry to my teammates who might have sniffed my aromatic pair.

I purposely dipped them in flood. Well, I have no choice. Flood water kept flowing from one side of the street to another. If there's any consolation, it would be me wearing shorts and slippers to work. But it's cold.

I hate this typhoon since it came back to back with the other. Florita and Glenda were a dynamic duo. But the latter is the only one roaming around as of press time. I hope less, none if possible, would get hurt and flooded.

Sunshine, please show up the soonest time. Wet clothes may stink as much as my feet. And I wouldn't want that.

2006-07-22T21:43:00.000+08:00

So Chill...
9pm
Music: Manila - Amber

... reads my slurpee cup.

It is drizzling outside. Not that cold in the office but I am in shorts. My food was cold. No microwave oven today in the pantry.

I'm done with my dinner (dumpling with rice sprinkled with toyomansi and chili...yum!).

A 22 oz. slurpee may make my day today. I am feeling a little low so I should take something sweet. Sugar rush. Cola is its flavor. But I prefer the blue one. Sad that the slurpee machine wasn't functioning that well.

I caught up with a former teammate downstairs. A small chat about the in's and out's of those whatevas in our career.

Today, I am filling in the shift of another teammate. Perhaps, that party that she has to attend to already started. And the one who invited her might have been wearing her plunging neckline gown. I could just imagine her wearing that in the "disco" part of that occasion doing a breakdance. Phunk.

It's good to come in to work on a Saturday. Most people that I saw look nice. I mean, dressed up and mall. Must've been a malling slash shopping time for them. Almost everyone's flashy which is cool. And the best part, I am comfy wearing shorts and slippers on weekends to work. The worse thing about this PM shift aside from my envy on people enjoying a weekend is my meal. I have to take 2 meals in the office. And that would damage my weekly budget.

I think I just had 4 hours of sleep last night. I arrived home about 2:15 in the morning. I voluntarily overstayed at work again to help out. From my two consecutive 5-hour free time in the office, I got a box of Chips Ahoy from one of my supervisors as sign of appreciation from what I was doing. My mom knocked my door to wake me up at 6am. From then, I could not recover into my dreamland. I was all awake with a fast-beating heart and a headache. I knew I was tired.

When I got up, I went straight into my mom's room to tell her that I have work at 2. Then, I placed my box of cookies on her bed. She was preparing to go to my sibs' apartment in Manila. I had a cup of coffee. I prepared my lunch for my supposed dinner last night. I made myself fried rice. Then, tossed in some giniling (picadillo). This was my lunch here at work earlier. And boy did I enjoy my little cooking masterpiece. Anyway, my mom left while I was taking a bath. When I was fixing myself in the big mirror in her room, I noticed that my cookies were gone. I looked everywhere and it wasn't there. So, I frowned and concluded that it was taken by my mom to Manila. My cookies were shipped to Manila. And perhaps by now, its bag is already in trash. No cookies for me from my hardwork and perseverance to help out. Buhu. But I have my slurpee tonight.

I am considering to be transferred to the graveyard shift even for just a week to provide some help to my superiors. I know it is hard for all of us today especially with the new things that are coming around. My other side is stopping me to be on that shift even it's only temporary. My mom would be left in the house alone. I might only have 2-4 hours of sleep. I might be taking just a meal or two per day. And I may look overreacting to our situation/s today. I mean, we're all of age to do work. I may not be a superior to most of the people in the team since I am just a regular/ level 2 employee. But I heart this account.

Anyway, I have a list of things that I want to get myself for my birthday. It's still three months to go but I want to buy myself some stuff. I want a new rubber and leather shoes. I want a pair of jeans. I want a vintage-looking jacket. So, I better start saving now, right? Hmm, these luxuries remind of me of my soon-to-be-processed credit card application. I just need one document and I am on. Hmm, but I need to save still. I am paying almost 20k for my brothers' tuition fee. Oh, life.

Just let me chill to sanity on my remaining rest day tomorrow.

2006-07-19T17:59:00.000+08:00

My Loneliness Is NOT Killing Me
Music: Til There Was You - Rachel Star (mixed by Erick Morillo)
1:11pm

I would be alone taking calls until clock hits 2. And this would carry over until next shift which is tomorrow.

One has just been promoted so her schedule is still vacant. One is on a rest day. One is on leave. The other met an accident that would cause her a week to heal herself.

But I am not complaining. I've experienced being the only one here more than thrice. And two hours of loneliness is not that much of a killer. I think the longest time that I had been alone at work was more than three hours. So, it's okay. I am running out of websites to browse. I am dizzy navigating this and that from our support site. I am hungry. I am sleepy. I am about to pee. Still I am okay.

I've got two rants today. Hep. Hep. Hep. Not really look. Somewhat patience-tester on the first and pity on the next if you'd like to put them that way.

Monday was an extra rest day for me due to my schedule swap (Instead of taking a day off this coming Saturday, I would be coming to work at 2pm. So, if you happen to live nearby my friend, perhaps we could have a couple of drinks at Gerry's >p ). I decided to pay our electric and water bills that day. It was Monday so I had to fall in line to settle our dues. But waiting time was bearable. As I was standing as I wait for my turn to pay on the counter, an old lady behind me tested my patience. I am so particular with personal space. I know that the area was not an "MRT coach" that day. But she kept on moving closer to me. He hand was holding an umbrella. Her hand was a bit touching my butt. And that was a bit uncomfortable. Plus, her umbrella kept on hitting my leg. So, I kept moving to avoid any contact. I even detached myself from the straight line. And I gave her a glance once in a while forshe was making me uncomfortable already. But it seemed that she didn't care. If she was my age, I might have said the F word as a signal that I was already pissed.

Another thing, this time at the MRT this morning. Usually, when it's time for me to alight the train to my destination, people inside are not as many as from the first stations. Before I step out, I usually excuse myself to signal the people blocking the door to give way. But this couple (guy much, much older than the girl) kept on caressing each other by the pole. How porno. Sweet talking and fondling while holding the pole together. This time, I let that F word out my mouth.

(Most people need basic lessons in courtesy.)

I'm sure you do notice the pile of people lining up at the employee's entrance of a certain mall when you go down the stairs of MRT. Yes, those people who usually dress nicely.

I am just wondering the "kind" of job that they would end up with in that business. You know, they require college graduates. Perhaps, out of desperation to find a job, one might bite their offer. Well, I think that most sales people in malls are over qualified for their position.

My sister was close to becoming a mall employee. She went through all the application process. But the only thing that turned her off was the job offer itself. She was given the excuse that she is new so she would have to come to work on weekends only. Huh?! 8 times a day make how much pay? There would be taxes and everything. Plus she needs vanity items required in that job. She declined. Now, she's with a bank.

I just feel sad for people who have great plans and dreams for themselves and their families but end up in "wrong" places. Some think that they're not enough to handle job A so they settle to job B. Some take one that is currently available even the kind of work and pay are not that competitive.

I haven't mentioned yet the people I usually see in the moring loitering internet cafes and fast food chains holding long, brown envelopes and looking at the job openings posted on the glass door.

Hard times. But so much dreams.

2006-07-14T17:54:00.000+08:00

I'm NOT Jimmy Ray. Are You?
3:24pm
Music: Are You Jimmy Ray - Jimmy Ray (I hate it. This song has been playing on my kind since I woke up. And this song is as old as my high school uniform.)

I've been busy with quite a number of things lately. So, my blogging time was replaced by power napping time in the afternoon.

I hope you'd understand me having a headache from html codes.

My team has been busy with update trainings. Fixing details in our site needs to be done the soonest time. To think that I could just come up with common html tags.

So far, everything seems right to my teammates who I've spoke with about our new guidelines.

Anyway, what kind of week is this to me? Hmm...

... I've bought three pieces of hipster undies from Mossimo. I prefer this type since I do not like the feel of garter hugging my waist. Moreso, a "high-gartered" brief. Mossimo is a good brand. It's garter is smooth on skin.

I also have a new scent. I have Armani Mania. My sister-in-law said it came from Dubai. I got it six hundred bucks. I was hesitant at first to order it. I could settle for an imitation or just a local version of any designer perfume that I would like. But for the heck of it, I just ordered a bottle to replace my soon-to-vanish Clinique Happy scent (just a version of it).

From the packs of briefs I bought for my two brothers came my Dickies bag for free. Well, I don't know how to call it but it looks like a purse. No, somewhat bigger than a purse. It red with grey logos all over. You'd get this with a minimum purchase of 500PhP. (Mossimo has free umbrella for a minimum purchase of 800PhP. Unfortunately, I do not have this.)

Oh, yes. Aside from being sleepy every afternoon after eating my lunch, I also watch "My Girl" in youtube. Yep. This is shown in one of our local channels. There's really something in Koreanovelas. So, as I am gathering my thoughts on what to blog, sleepiness kicks in. But when I wake up, I watch something from the said site. When I'm done, it's almost seven and I'm about to go.

Wait. We're enjoying some pizza today from Pizza Hut. My teammate, Lei, is now a confirmed to train for a supervisory position in another account. We're celebrating. Congratulations! :) And to the rest of my teammates who are planning to try out "new" things this company has to offer, God bless you. I think it's not yet my time. I'd just help first taking good care of the pack. =p

This would end this post. I hope Florita's already gone, the army's problem and fertilizer fund issue be remedied then solved and the succeeding weeks be more fruitful than yesterweeks.

Happy weekend to everyone! (I would be overstaying in the office 'til midnight since I volunteered to assist and coach a couple of newbies.)

2006-07-07T18:20:00.000+08:00

{No tiTle]

I ran out of a deo today. Hopefully, it would rain tonight so I could get myself a new one.

Nivea's my brand for sometime. And I am somehow satisfied. But I am yet to try the aqua cool variety.

****

If you are looking for the maiden issue of Maxim Philippines, which is already soldout in most magazine stalls and other bookstores, you may find one in National Bookstores. I bet by now you guys already know who's their cover girl.

But this magazine made me wonder about their staff. Enrique Ramos, the man behind FHM Phils, is already with them as one of the editors (I forgot what type of editor exaclty.). He was also with Pump magazine. But I think this publication's already close.

Maxim Philippines is from ABS-CBN Publishing. No wonder they convinced Angelica Panganiban to pose for them. I am not sure if other men's mag offered this girl to pose for them. I remember her saying in a tv interview that she's not interested posing for a magazine. She also said that sexy billboards of her are fine but no mags. Now, look who's steamming the shelves lately.

I am not certain what's the difference among men's magazines since almost all, if not all, deals with gadgets, sex, fashion, sports and leisure.

But this first issue is a good buy. A collector's for that matter. And it's only for 140 bucks.

****

Mr. Lyndon Gregorio's Beerkada series has now a book 6. I got my copy last Wednesday night. I haven't browsed through it yet. But I am excited to see the beerkadets in dialogues. Perhaps tomorrow during my rest day.

****

Starbucks' Java Chip Frap tastes good. So as E-aji which comes with a dip inside its package.

2006-07-03T18:28:00.000+08:00

A Toast
5:36pm
LSS: Baby, Now That I Found You - Allyson Krauss (Loud music in one of Enterprise's food stalls)

Friday night was a breather.

It felt like I had a vacation from all the things I've been thinking of from my almost 3 years in this company. Finally, I met some of my former teammates again.

In an instant where a nod and a text message would mean a yes for an organized dinner, the meeting place was Gerry's Grill just right beside our building. It was not that organized, though since a mischevous smile meant, "I may not come... Or I'll try."

Before I ended my shift, Ronch went back to the office to say that Mitch and Melina are already there. Mitch has two other companions, her boyfriend and a best friend. After I logged off, I waited for Goldi for a few seconds so I have someone with me going there. Liza didn't show up but she promised to be back after settling some phone issues. It was my first time to go to that restaurant's branch. We spent a few minutes looking for them in dim light.

When we approached their table, four of our friends/teammates were there- Aisah, Melina, Mitch and Ronch. They were done eating dinner but there were leftovers. I ate a little of fried rice and sisig. Then, went on talking with them.

It was sad that Aisah had to leave a few minutes after our arrival, followed by the exit of Mitch and company half an hour after. Then, Goldi has to bid goodbye also for she has to finish her shift.

When us three, Melina, Ronch and me, were left, we moved to the smoking area for obvious reasons. They smoke and I don't.

I just don't know how to describe or summarize the conversations we had. I was less reserved for I was talking unlike before. I was a bit noisy laughing and exchanging "how are you's?".

I set myself to leave at 11pm. It was moved to 11:20pm. Then, to 12mn. We left the place a little over 12. I had two bottles and something bottles of San Mig light. I was okay with 2. But Ronch filled my glass with another. So, I am not sure how much I drank that night. Oh, plus I had a can and a half of Coke. There's Sushi and Ginaatang Kuhol on the side.

With all these good time, I only spent a hundered bucks. Huh! I think Ronch spent the most. Probably because he was already drunk and would care to spend his pay (It was pay day the 30th).

Ronch kept on inviting us to his house with his own words, "Hindi ganito na lang. Steady lang tayo samin." Oh, my. Those exact words he uttered inside the bus after taking in 6 cans of beer during our company outing.

It was payday on the day we went out. I spent just a hundred bucks. And I had a very meaning nightout. (First time there and my first here in Makati though I am working here. Now, I know what I had been missing all along.)

[Sorry, no pictures of that night :( ]

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Congratulations to Pacquiao, Amansot, Penalosa and Jaca for winning the Pacquiao vs Larios: Mano-A-Mano Philippines vs Mexico bout.

It was weird when I was watching all the fights on tv. As Manny was called to the ring, I had goosebumps and a teary eye. Sense of patriotism and nationalism sunk in. Weird but uplifting.

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It was my first time to taste a Rattan fruit. It tasted a bit like sinegwelas but more sour than calamansi.

2006-06-30T17:44:00.000+08:00

2 Rants, A Rave and A Bigger Rant
5:13pm

It slipped my mind that it was our barrio's fiesta last June 28-29.

I was aware that there were some collections made by certain groups to raise funds for whatever the plan was. I was partly against this. These people would give one family a quote that they should give. Say 300 bucks. Wtf?! It could even pass as a minimum wage of an ordinary worker. Count all the houses around. Count the families who would give in to their tactics because they feel "ashamed" for not donating a big one.

We have some sort of a carnival which might be running up until early next month. This is common in provinces. So, I am guessing that owners of the rides and the not-so-big-time-gambling-masters would be paying some amount to our officials. weeks before our fiesta was celebrated they were already operating. I guess, they had already paid something. And that something went in "good" hands.

For me, it is not necessary if the fiesta would be big or not. We are just trying to make it grand to beat the other barrio. We are being too commercial. This is not the Maskarra or Pahiyas Festival. Everything was just a show off.

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So, part of our public school is being reconstructed. The newly operational classrooms need to be demolished. The fences, too, need to fall. Why? Road widening. Huh! After spending a hefty amount in hollow blocks, cement, labor and paint, those should go down. Bad plan and strategy. who's bright idea was it? Tsk. Tsk. Clear evidence of waste of government fund.

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It was my parents' weeding anniversary last, err, June 28? 29? I am not sure about the exact date. But I know it falls either of the two.

My mom has been a widow for 10 years. Yes. She's still single. But I told myself before that if she plans to re-marry, I would allow her to. But I think that would not happen anymore since she's dedicated everything for us four.

I wish I could've given this day to my mom more special and meaningful.

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I wish THEM luck. Whatever luck, good or bad. It's THEM.

2006-06-26T18:07:00.000+08:00

Gr8 T8ste
Music: Order Taker - PNE
5:37pm

I am almost free from the aftertaste of my lunch earlier - shawarma.

Though I already brushed my teeth, I could still smell its onion and taste the tomato. I could take the onion but the tomato makes me puke. I don't eat it raw. Wonderin' why I didn't remove it or asked the vendor to remove it? Well, tomatoes in shawarma are generally fine with me. Perhaps, it's my mood today. I am not excited to eat anything.

Oh, I was excited about the extra chili sauce I asked. But those tomatoes busted it all.

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Friday night, mom was uber static with a new for us - she now knows how to text using a 5110i.

Since my uncle is still in a search for a baby sister, my mom and my cousin are the one attending to his kids. An old mobile phone is left there for communication. My mom has difficulty in hearing things. My cousin has poor eyesight. Put them together: miscommunication.

My uncle texted and was asking something to my mom. My mom was able to send a reply. She was taught before her younger brother, my uncle, left for office. The only problem in my mom's message was there were no spaces and some part of the message has unnecessary characters. She didn't know how to erase them. But she would be improving. My sister taught her that night also after hearing my mom's problem with word spaces and creating messages.

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Our lunch yesterday was inspired by this site.

More than meat, I prefer veggies and internal organs of animals. There was this recipe for chicken gizzards.

Usually, I see these chicken organs in congees and adobo.

From the said site, I think three recipes for gizzards were featured. I tried to memorize how to make them as adobo.

I got 3/4 kilos of gizzards. My mom was hesitant to cook it since she didn't know how. I tolf her that based from what I've read, it's just like the regular pork adobo wherein you have to bring them to boil. Just to be sure, she asked my brother to text someone from my lola's house and ask on how to cook it. If my mom wasn't doing the laundry, she might have tried to use the phone. Hihi. I was instructed to clean them thoroughly. And I did. But they really smell like sh#t. But I still cleaned them. I even eat intestines. And fact has it that excretions pass through here. So, gizzards are no big deal. I rubbed them with rock salt. Washed them. And waited for my mom to cook 'em.

The only thing I remembered for the site where I got the idea was to put in kangkong (swamp cabbage?)

And that was our sumptuous meal Sunday afternoon, mom and son style.

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I am now thinking to use a push cart whenever I shop for groceries. I had always used the hand carry basket. And for the wait of the things I put in, I think I really need to change cases.

I am just stupid that I have this thought it mind that whenever I use a push cart in a supermarket, I must fill it even just half of it.

No. I would have guts next Saturday to get one myself them zigzag my way through the stalls.

2006-06-23T18:25:00.000+08:00

A Week's Appraisal
5:04pm

I was sleepless last night.

Althroughout my work week, I must say that I had been experiencing a whole lot of fun. I am elated to be exact. For weird reasons, I am now finding myself talking and joking around whic I didn't do before. (Perhaps, this is my way of destressing myself or protecting myself from some adjustments that I need to take. Perhaps, I am more comfortable now with my teammates. Perhaps, I just want everyone to be happy in our environment.)

Yep. I had been noisy. Story telling. Laughing. I know it's hard to hear oneself if your headset's on you. The office setting also makes every uttered word sound so loud because there are no cushions to absorb sound (Science!).

I am anticipating a bad news this week. But I've been praying that there would be nill. I always have this thought of getting the best first, worst after. Or sometimes, the other way around. I've been so happy go lucky this week which I don't know why.

I was thinking about the news that I was a candidate for an account transfer. This should not be a big deal since that happened a year ago. But I learned about that just yesterday. I wondered how would I take it to think that I wouldn't want to leave my home account and I wouldn't settle for separated rest days. I might have resigned perhaps. Or consulted a friend or frowned for a week or two going to work. It's crazy to be bugged by it. But I am crazy and was bugged by it.

If that happened, I might question myself again for my worth which could be self destructing.

I guess, the only not so good thing for me this week was Jollibee's kiddie meal. I was disappointed at the Marvin the Martian toy. He was just printed in paper (He was in the pinball background. The whole set was a book organizer.). So, I picked the calendar, with Tweety and Sylvester, instead.

So much for that, I could say that this week has been good. I got a toy. I bought myself new pairs of socks. I am wearing shorts today in the office. No rains whenever I travel. I saw my crush today at 8:05am after some time. I have a spare SVC for the MRT. And I have some savings from last payday.

Hmm, now I am thinking if I should buy balut before going home. I hope this time manong would not switch it to penoy.

2006-06-20T17:11:00.000+08:00

I Can Feel It
5:06pm

I had a craving for balut last Friday. And as part of my weekend ritual or should I say end of my work week, to cap off the day/night, I settle for a sip of its juice, a scoop of its egg yolk, unfertilized duckling savoured with a spicy vinegar.

The bus terminal offers nice-looking street foods. But I could only take balut. The rest seems odd to me by the way they are served and most specially, their servers.

Anyway, I bought three. That's thirty bucks. Manong vendor put it inside a transparent plastic then added another plastic with salt in it. I regularly buy from him, I must say. Sometimes, it's him or his wife who's watching over their boiled eggs on top of a big, container overloaded with peanuts.

At home, done from my dinner, I picked one from those eggs. I was excited. Kinda like an energizer to me or something. But no. Not an aphrodisiac. I noticed from that one I chose was that letter "S" on it's more pointed tip. I slammed the egg on our chair to make a small crack so I could sip the warm juice. But to my disappointment. It was not balut. I got a penoy instead. No choice but to eat it. My mom was sleeping and I didn't want to leave that penoy almost open. So, I scooped the half-solid egg yolk just to discover that me being-so-against to-eating-penoy-sickness was still there. I usually get dizzy, for weird reasons, after eating penoy. '

There. Last Friday was not so good.

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Saturday was the usual. Grocery day for me.

I was a bit lazy checking our grocery bag from last week. I was even more lazy to fix myself so I could drop by the supermarket. It was a bit cloudy and I didn't want mud on my feet in case it rains. But of course, I had no choice but to get there and do some groceries.

I usually spend more time looking at those kitchen utensils in one part of the supermarket. Soon, I want to buy another metal thing for cooking rice, some measuring cups, new spoons and forks. I also looked at the plates and mugs. They are finebut a bit pricey. I know they are much cheaper somewhere.

The first item that went in my grocery basket was a bathroom deodorizer. From last time, it cost around P17. Now, it almost 20 bucks. I think I had a lemon-scented one before. I told myself to try the other scents. So, I browsed through each one of them. Of course, they have sizing and housing and wrapping. I kept on sniffing on each one of them. I read the notice that inhalation would cause dizziness, irritation and all. But I wanted to get the one that could be the most fragrant. I settled from strawberry. Then, moved to the other part of the grocery finishing my list.

While browsing, I noticed that I was feeling a bit off. I was not feeling so well to the point that I want to vomit. Then I figured, must have been the deodorizer sniffing I did a while ago. Dumb me.

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I overheard thesetwo conversations from my neighbors.

Scene #1:

Woman around her 40's (talking to her 2 (?) year old granddaughter: Sabihin mo k*k* mo maangot. (Say your *bleep* smells awful.)

Mother of the 2 (?) year old girl (niece of this 40 something woman) : Ano ba naman yang tinuturo mo? (What are you teaching her?)

Woman around her 40's: Mild lang yun. (It's just mild.)

Scene #2:

I was walking along our pathway going to work. It was around 7am. Regular day for me and for the school kids.

School boy aged around 8 talking to a girl aged around 7: Ganun talaga yun.

School girl aged around 7: Yung isa kinakagat yung isang aso. Tapos, yung isa naman, tumatahol lang.

School boy: Nagba-ba-bye. Galing ng friendship nila, no?

2006-06-15T17:55:00.000+08:00

When it rains, it ("drama") pours
5:21pm

Rain was pouring hard last night. Good thing I was already home. Bad thing was the drainage and drips of water from the ceiling.

Since my sister's house was built beside ours, water flow has been bad. The drainage was blocked. Now, we are rich with stagnant water that might house pesky mosquitoes' larva. Moreover, my mom's room's ceiling got, how'd you call this... drips of water allover when it's raining. I hope you get to imagine that. I think when my sister's house was still being constructed, some workers sat up there and later on created holes on the roof. We only found out that they, my mom and my sibs, would be experiencing sleepless nights because of water leaks.

Last night before going to sleep, I saw that water was already beginning to drip. My mom was tired. So, I just put newspapers and containers allover the place. We are really planning to replace those roofs. I think we need about three.

I am not leaving in a perfect house. Damn.

Anyway, when I was to check again if water drips would be worse, my mom was already awake and fixed the things that might get wet.

So, I just went back to my room and moved my things. Yes, there's also one hole somewhere up there. And if I stay lying on my matress like I used to, I would wake up the next day wet. I think water would hit my left chest.

Then, I had these thoughts in mind about my mom. How she wanted a perfect house, a squeeky clean one. How she wants to fix things around the house. I recalled how she would drop by my school on her lunchbreak at work just to copy notes from my classmates when I was absent back in elementary days. Those times that she would bring our packed snacks to school if we forgot it at home. Those times that she would wash our clothes 3 o'clock in the morning because there was zero drop of water every afternoon. How she would squeeze in some time to attend PTA meetings, pay the bills, have a project computerized, stay in line on enrolments, all those sacrifices that up until today she does unconditionally.

*sob*sob* This is so mellow.

I these motivates me to be a little more nice towards others, to think that everything could still be done in a good way, to be selfless, to do things for a loved one expecting nothing in return.

I am making a promise to myself that we would have a better house than the one that is available today. I already conditioned myself not to grow old there. I want our own, from our own pockets. (If you do not know, we are living with my dad's first family. We are second but legal.) I just want to unburden my mom even for a day or two.

(In short, there's no way for me to complain how unperfect things surrounding me are. My mom got away with them. So, why can't I?)

2006-06-13T17:16:00.000+08:00

First Day High (Inspired by the tv commercial/ music video of the same title by Kamikazee)

5pm

Medyo maaga ko kaninang gumising kasi nga holiday kahapon, Lunes. Tantya ko na na magdadagsaan ang luluwas pa-Maynila ngayong Martes.

Bago pa mag- 6:30 am, eh nakalabas na ko sa bahay namin. 4:40am ako nagpa-alarm. Pero bumangon ako ng alas 5. Pag naligo talaga ako bago matulog, eh nahihimbing ako at tinatamad akong bumangon.

Paglabas ko ng gate sa dinadaanan kong public school ay napansin ko ang magkapatid na babae't lalaki sa may gilid. Mukhang mas matanda yung lalaki. Iniisip ko kung bagong lipat lang sila samin kasi nun ko lang sila nakita. Yung lalaki, eh 4th year high school na sa eskwelahang pinagtapusan ko ng high school. Yung babae naman, eh dun sa pinagtapusan ko ng elementary. Pano ko nalaman na 4th year na yun? Kasi may patch kami sa taas ng bulsa ng polo na nakalagay yung initials ng school tapos may dash at kung anong year ka na. Yung babae, di ko naaninaw kung anong year na.

Bago pa ko tumawid, nauna nang sumakay yung kuya sa jeep. Sinabihan nya yung kapatid nya ng, "O, ano? Kaya mo na?" sabay sakay sa unahan. Naiwang nag-aabang ng sasakyan yung babae. Naisip ko kung ba't di pa sinabay nung kuya kasi on the way naman yung school ng babae sa sinakyan nyang jeep. Mas una pa nga yung school ng babae kasi isang baranggay lang ang layo at wala pang 10 minutes ang biyahe samantalang yung sa lalaki naman ay nasa bayan pa na mga 20 minutos siguro ang biyahe.

Naisip ko na baka ngayon lang magko-commute yung babae. Baka 1st year high school siguro.

Mas matindi dito, naisip ko na ganun din ako. Ayoko na "bumubuntot" at "binubuntutan" ng kapatid ko. Babae din kasi ang sumunod sakin. Minsan ngang paluwas kami, nauna na din akong sumakay. Kasi naman namimili pa ng sasakyan yung kapatid ko. Pero pag karaniwang magkasabay kami, eh naaasiwa ako. Ganun din siguro yung nakita kong magkapatid kanina.

First day of school kasi ng karamihang high school at college students. Siguro kailangan din nung babae ng kahit kaunting moral support. Para kasing nakakaawa kanina na bigla na lang siyang iniwan ng kuya nya. Tapos, kung first time nyang mag-commute ng mag-isa syempre mananantya pa yun ng sakayan, babaan, pagbabayad. Idagdag mo pa pag first day mo sa school tapos 1st year ka pa.

Pero sa kabilang banda, baka gusto lang din nyang maging independent yung kapatid nya. O, maranasan nito kung ano ang karaniwang nararanasan ng lahat. Everyone goes through it, ika nga.

Sa pagtawid ko papuntang sakayan, nangiti na lang ako kasi akung-ako yun.

2006-06-12T17:00:00.000+08:00

Gambling, Freedom and TV
4:25pm

I could barely remember the time when I won something in gambling or in a raffle promo.

Yesterday morning, my godson's mom dropped by our house asking me to bet or make my pick among the list. If you happen to enjoy basketball and gambling, you would understand me. So, it is called "ending" here. "Ending:" from the last two digits of the final/official score of a said game. Last night, it was 95 - 87. So, the "ending" winning combination is 5 -7 since the winning combo should start with the "ending" of the score of the winning team. And yes. It was my number. I won!

I was actually watching a talk show in another channel when I switched the tv to PBA. I was also curious about the scores. But I wasn't expecting since I have no luck in any form of gambling.

Luckily, the I didn't have to wait some time since the game has just ended. And the final score was flashed. Hmm, 95 - 87. I couldn't remember my number. I just knew that I figured if I was the one who won. Among the other number in the playing card, I chose 5 - 7 partly for the heck of picking one. More importantly, to symbolize something. No, not a name of a person but a place.

I am not the usual excited winner who would jump or scream or tell someone loudly that I won. I roam around the house thinking if I should go to her house and pick the prize money or just sit there in front of the tv figuring out if I really was the winner. It felt weird walking and thinking about a not so serious thing. After a few minutes, here comes the news. She knocked at our door telling me I won. I just smiled and asked here if the playing card was completed but it ain't. Instead of having a bigger prize, I got I think less than 700. See, I couldn't even remember how much it was. I gave her 150 bucks as tip. The rest I kept for this week's personal allowance. Actually, I had a choice not to give any since she already had her share from all the she's collected. It was just a tradition to give that.

I was actually worried for my weekly alowance was borrowed to me. Just half of it. From my 1000 bucks, it was trimmed down to half because it was borrowed. And this gambled money was just right in time to fill in my allowance.

So, there. By the way, it only cost me P10 to have a slot in the playing card. And it was, I think, during my high school days since I won an "ending" which caused me P2 to bet.

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Today is Independence Day here in the Philippines.

I am at work. It is double pay.

There was a bus company offering free ride. Unfortunately, it could not take me to work since it would not go outside the province. But MRT has free rides althroughout the day.

At least for today, freedom from excessive transpo fares. Well, just for some.

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I was excited about the new ABS-CBN show, "U Can Dance."

I like the hosts. The set was okay. Too bad that they have a too noisy audience who screams everytime the dancer/s would do a move.

I also think that there was something wrong with the dance groups that they pick from around the metro. I don't understand the choice of costume and the hair color.

But "Shall We Dance?" looks classier.

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To add on something from the boob tube, I do not know if it is just me who sees Captain Barbell's plot as mere Smallville rip off.

2006-06-09T17:46:00.000+08:00

Ciao (This not only means goodbye but hello)
5pm

Out of nowhere after waking up this morning, the thought of my former teammates popped in my head.

As I was taking coffee, I was thinking about posting something about them, which coincidentally may be applicable to my teammates, Sheng's and Benj's. situation. Unfortunately, the things that I could've posted already slipped my mind after shower. It was flashed down. I don't have internet at home. If I do, I might be late for work. I hope I could still recall what's with me earlier this day.

From my past teammates, I think I am not that much updated about their what-have-beens and what-have-yous. Whether we like it or not, we are all busy. And even a ym message would cause a few minutes. Plus access here is horrible.

It feels the same way in college. How I miss the company or just their mere presence. We didn't really have to like each other. But the thought that they're there attending their shift is a relief that the "family" is still complete. Every departure brings wander. Then, you become sad, affected. Then, you go on with life as an employee and as a person. I think just the physical presence affirms that there's still someone there who's going to back you up, who's going to greet you, who's going to chat with you, who's going to ask you questions, who's going to annoy you, who's going to make your day or otherwise, who's going to be a teammate - the sense of it. Ever wandered that? Even in class when someone's shifting a course or dropping a class or taking a leave of absence?

I surely miss Melina's craving for good taste of food. Her intelligent talks. I miss Lea's way of saying, "Alright." Trish's "L as in Love, W as in water and her special scent and cheer ups." Mitch's complaint about her toothache or cold aircon. Gill's inquiry if she's jologs by tapping her feet to Salbakuta's music. Zig's sleeping habits. Jun's serious talks and the not so ones. Nina's favor for a bag of chicharon. Aisah's bored image on her afternoon shift. Ryan's stories about airsoft. Joanne's Mr. Chips dipped in her stories. Candy's thug tone.
Al's curiosity about one's life. Jog's infectious smile. Pio's wake up call when someone's sleeping and all his kiddie comments. Anne's quietness. Don's sudden spurt of talk since he doesn't do that often and to everyone. I miss every inch of "philam" life and atmosphere.

But we are fine. I think just by spending time with them, we have been better. And this keeps us through from continuous changes.

2006-06-07T17:23:00.000+08:00

Oh, man! (Nah. Corny.)
06.06.06 Tue
5:36pm

Weird date. (Or rather scary?)

Anyway, I feel kind of relieved. I am not divulging anything what happened yesterday. My whole day was ruined because of that. But it pushed me to pray one after the other. Most of my prayers are granted especially if I would sacrifice something that is so attached to me. Yes. I promised God something.

But now I know I must not lounge around with a very high spirit. I am giving myself until next week to recover.

By this, two things I learned for the nth time: Everything changes in a blink of an eye and; God is good.

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I bangged one of my water bottle containers on the station wall here as I walked my way to get some water. This was a Christmas gift of a friend almost two years ago.

I need a replacement. Actually, I have one at home. And it is the free iced tea shaker from Nestea.

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I am once again worried about my career path. How exciting is that, eh? Mid-life crisis at its best. Well, hopefully that best is just lying around something waiting for me to swipe it with my foot. Who knows?

I always envy people I know who have been going to their offices wearing fancy clothes. (When I say fancy, it covers those ironed long-sleeved shorts, polished leather shoes, glossy neckties, nice belts, and of course I would include that gelled hair) Probably because I could not wear them. Not my style. But I'd love to see myself wearing one once in a while. I think I've posted this issue somewhere here.

Also, last last weeks episode of the tv program, Y Speak, centered about a career in call center (Is there?). One of the arguements that Fr. Tito Caluag pointed but was never expounded due to lack of time was the change in social values (something to that sort). Like how everyone around the call center employee changes to adapt to his/her time.

In my place, most people would hail me when they learn that I am working in a call center. Why? Mainly because I do my job speaking in English. They would brand me as magaling, mahusay, madaling mapasok, everything synonymous to these terms.

But when I'm in the city, it's the other way around. Some would think that most newly graduates end up here. Some say that because of lack of opportunities to work in one's chosen company or organization, lack of options, lack of direction.

Who doesn't want to work in the most comfortable atmosphere and attire? Who wouldn't want a cut above the rest salary? Who doesn't want to be in a youthful crowd? And who doesn't want to have a job?

On my way to work today, I was seated across my schoolmate/ former neighbor inside the fx taxi. I think he was two years my junior. He was an honor student. I assumed that he was already working since he's sporting some nice formal clothing.

Then, I began to look at myself. I was wearing jeans, a t-shirt and slippers. I have a sling bag, an earring and a long hair. Kinda like college, which I couldn't get over with, honestly.

I didn't feel lesser than him. But I thought of the things that I love to do best to earn a living or just for the ehck of it. I wanted to push myself just some more until I realize the things coming my way which I do not recognize but others do.

No plans? I have. I plan to get me some gadgets. Then, enrol in a computer school. I want to learn more about flash, html, photoshop, etc.

I just told myself that learning and developing oneself do not end after school. Everyone can make a big shift.

In the first place, there's more to life than worries.

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Enough Dosage
06.07 Wed
3:57pm
Music: These Words - Natasha Bedingfield

At the start of this work week, I have been dozing off after 12noon.

That is good since I lack enough sleep. I usually have 5 and a half hours loving my bed all through the night and that's it. I take power nap here. And it takes sometimes more than just a nap because I could here myself snoring. By snoring, I know that I am tired. Another good thing is that almost everyone takes their siesta anytime within their shift.

I think I might be doing this often. I am limiting myself from browsing non-work related stuff. Well, I would not stop. I am regulating. Like right now. I am just listening to somebody else's mp3s. And I could not access the browser I use for non-work related sites. Without access to it, how can I post some entries? See. I need them.

And I am beginning to feel sleepy again.

But before that, here's a picture from my teammate's, Goldi, birthday celebration.

Only three of us made it. Unfortunately, those who wanted beer weren't here due to the heavy rain.

There's me, Igl, Liza and Goldi.

I thought that there would be some "pour our the good times" since I was ready even just for a bottle or two. Hehe. But I kept telling them that I am not drinking.

Ok now. Sieta. I just had a full meal. :D

And yeah. I got the 7th installment of the cd I asked my teammate, Cynthia, to burn for me. This means a long night for me for I would be listening to the songs.

I miss school

5:02pm
Music: Candy Shop - 50 Cent

When I was about to be in a deep slumber, here goes my proxy availability.

I know I have to take advantage of it before it becomes loaded again by users.

This morning was the third day of school since it started at the beginning of the week. How I miss school as I see these elementary kids in their usual get up with all those heavy back packs and lunch boxes.

Suddenly, all these school projects flashed in my mind.

I remember cooking beef steak during our home economics class in 6th grade. Until now, I still don't understand why the hell each group would starve their members until the rest of the faculty has taken some from the cooked project. I myself had to wait for a freakin' 35 minutes I think before I finally blessed my packed rice with beef steak. I purposely didn't bring anything to pair with rice for my meal because I know that my group would have enough for our lunch but it ain't. I hope by this time this trend has stopped. I mean, we paid for it and all that would eat were leftovers. Come on.

I also remembered being part of a science play in high school. No majors roles for me. I didn't even had a dialogue. But we placed second among three competing groups. Also, I was part of the group who represented our class in group singing during the history week. I was never a singer but I was in. Because I was a class officer that time. Haha! And they lack members. I practiced with them hours before the contest proper. And I was sick that time. We didn't win, though.

There. I think I just wanted to share.

2006-05-30T16:23:00.000+08:00

Oceania Aftermath (Photo Edition)
4:03pm
Music: Through The Wire - Kanye West

Arnold and Anne. Naks. Terno sa mantel, balat ng suman at sapin ng plato.

Arnold and Goldi. Kundi dahil sa kanyang digicam, walang pictures.

Entrance ng IC Farm. This would lead you from one place to the next. (Pls. wait for the pictures inside the butterfly sanctuary.)

Turtles sunbathing.

A baby croco. This was taken inside an aquarium. Much bigger and older ones in the area. Monkeys were also present here.

Ang turista. Bow.

Lasing. Yan si Ronchie. Maski na itatwa nya ito. Tamo ang 4 na canister ng San Mig. Hindi pa naumpisahan ang free beer nyan a. For the record, nakaanim siya. Nangulit hanggang sa bus. Tapos, sasabihin na hindi lasing. Hindi nga. Senglot lang. :p

In our swimwear. Sayang wala dito si Anne. Siya pa naman ang naka-two piece. Hehe.

Ops. Di ako lasing dito. Nakaisang can lang ako pero yun ay matapos kunan ang larawang ito.

I think I was trying to do the company logo. Haha!

2006-05-29T16:15:00.000+08:00

Oceania Aftermath
Music: I Believe - Blessed Union Of Souls

I had a nice time over the weekend.

Three years in the making as I finally decided to join our company outing. With my existence here, I thought I had to be there and experience what HR prepared for us.

It was a two-day (day only) activity. But employees must choose from one of the two set dates. If one chooses to enjoy both days, he has to shoulder the fee for the next day. For me, I think one day is just enjoy.

I was with Goldi and Anne the whole day. When we went inside the bus going to Island Cove in Cavite, we were merely 7 passengers inside. It was funny when we saw the other bus fully loaded. But ours has a lot of space 8 times our number.

Anyway, I am still amazed by Manila Bay. Mall of Asia, Le Pavillion, Tahong Chips store were the ones that also caught my attention. The river(s) though were badly polluted.

After getting off the bus when we reached the resort, a marching band welcomed us along with the employees in charge for the event. The ushers, waiters, waitresses, usherettes, too, were in full force wearing their Filipiniana coustume. We were like tourists (Actually, we were.) being welcomed by some sort of a host or something.

Then came registration. We were given small brown envelopes containing food stubs, voting stubs. maps, etc. And the blue wrist band was also there for us to wear throughout the day to recognize that we are from the company.

We picked our table. Rested for a few minutes. Then, we in for some snacks. There were suman, bibingka (rice cakes), iced tea, taho (bean curd with tapioca and syrup - naks!- ) and water. I thought that brining in some sagalas were a bad idea. But actually, it wasn't. It was just alright just as how town or barrio fiestas are being held in provinces. when some native games started, the three of us decided to take a tour around the place. So, we took advantage of the IC Farm tour package. (Pictures in later post.) And what is a tour without pictures? We had our Canon digicam moments courtesy of Goldi. Let's have a roll call of what's inside. There were horses, ostriches, bear cats, eagles, parrots, butterflies, birds, tigers, geese, ducks, rabbits, snakes, turtles, monkeys, deers and crocodiles.

Those crocodiles freaked me out. On our way out of their haven, I was telling Anne and Goldi to look at the two crocodiles just right below the pathway that we were standing. I was suppose to frighten them. But it was the other way around. I was carrying a back pack. As I turned my back, its strap swayed. In my peripheral view, I thought that one crocodile just jumped and hit the stell fence to my left. So, I blurted a loud, "Whoa!" Haha! And we went laughing.

As we were walking under the scorching heat of the summer sun, one of our teammate and friend, Ronchie, kept on texting and calling me. He decided to just go to the place himself without anybody from the company. I think when he reached the venue, we stood him for about half an hour since we were enjoying ourselves. I kept on telling him that we are about to leave the farm. But we weren't until we felt it's about time to fill up our stomachs again. That was the time he was able to find us. Now, we were four.

Lunch time was also exciting. Again, Filipino food. Hence, the theme of the event. There were soup which tasted like mami, mixed veggies (I think that was pakbet), grilled tilapia, chicken (not fried) and the other meat, manggo and bagoong (shrimp paste) and leche flan.

After eating, we headed to the swimming pool. They call it Oceania. It was big. Around it were chairs and tables reserved for the company. There were videoke machines, too.

Before we dipped in, we had to take a shower. And take note, in the rules in using the pool, it was instructed that we have to scrub ourselves before we take a plunge. (Okay.)

water. Picture. Slide. Sun. A little drizzle. Then, food again. Fish ball stalls were scattered. Lugaw and tokwa came after for our snack. Then, a can of beer. Then, pictures and swimming again.

We left the place past 7pm. Good thing it was that early since Ronchie was already drunk and has just started..err.. nevermind. He was drunk. And I guess, we all know how drunk people are. Fish, Ronch. Steady lang.

I arrived home at around 11pm. It was raining both in Cavite and Makati so I had a hard time getting a ride home.

Wait for the pictures. I had beer but I wasn't drunk. No tongue flipping for me this time unlike the previous one. Hehe.

Patience for the pictures, please.

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Therapeutic. Water. Friends. Food. Candid. Strangers. Acquaintances. Drizzle. Sun. Swimwear. Music. Therapeutic.

I think I should relax that way once in a while.

2006-05-22T16:17:00.000+08:00

Quoted
03:13pm
Music: Why Didn't You Call Me - Macy Grey

[begin rant]I am now officially out of our very own office building[/rant]

"Sometimes you have to just forget
the rules, follow your
heart and see where it
takes you...

Never apologize for saying
what you feel because
that's like saying sorry
for being real...

Never regret anything you said
or did because at some
point, it was what you wanted

True strength is being able to
hold it all together when
everyone else is expecting you to
fall apart." - text message from my teammate/friend, Goldi which was sent early last week

To answer this text message, may I quote my college classmate/friend, Xixa.

"You cannot discover new oceans
unless you have the courage to lose
sight of the shore,
cos only those who risk can tell
how far they can go." - saved in my SIM card 12.11.04 when I decided to change phones in Sept '04. See that this has been in my SIM's memory for quite some time.

I've already admitted somewhere in this blog that I may be already experiencing the so-called "midlife crisis". Yes. Now I am aware. Much, much more aware that in anytime, I might just decide on some things that may save or kill me or both, whichever comes first.

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Saturday, May 20, I went to town to pay our electric bill.

Passing through my neighbor's backyard, I overheard one of the teeners there saying, "Lea, meron akong balita... Meron akong pera... Tres..."

For a youngster in her early teens this might be something not that of a great value. These days, where can three pesos bring you? Even a stick of betamax (grilled cow's or chicken's blood in squares) would cause two pesos and the remaining peso could not even buy you a plastic of samalamig (cold water with syrup and tapioca or jelly) or ice tubig (water which is almost in its freezing stage).

As I was walking, I thought of how I was when I was a kid when I have some pennies in my pocket. Sure thing that I would have a single coin or two in a day. I remember that I always buy something edible and the not so edible in the sari-sari stores within the neighborhood. (Yes, I made my self suffer from walking to one store to the other no matter how far they are from each other.) But we are not rich. Just average. Both of my parents had work that time. And I think a one or five pesos a day would not hurt their budget. (School allowance, not included.)

I know that it may not be necessary to buy junk food or small candies or plastic toys and stacks of cards from these stores since I had food and toys at home. But as a kid, I know that there's stage where I would want to buy things even itslife span in my cabinet would be just a few days. Then, I am ready to get something new again.

Probably, three pesos in my time could buy me one Sweet 16 fruit juice and two pieces of hopia. Instant snack. Now, I know junk foods still cost a peso per single pack.

There was just something about the excitement and tone of the voice of my neighbor when I heard her. Simple and small things indeed make someone's day once in awhile.

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After settling our electric bill, I browsed through the stalls in a warehouse located at the middle of the town. Cheap clothes, toys, mobile phone accessories, food, pirated stuff, etc may be bought there.

I got three pirated cds (Ooh. I was even promoting to buy original cds/vcds/dvs. But I am on a tight budget. And original albums of international singers cost twice and sometimes thrice from our locals.) for a hundred bucks.

I took the back door to go to the next warehouse and check for a bracelet that I was actually looking for, more than anything. As I was about to cross the street, a sidewalk vendor with loads of vcds in his rack called my attention with his yelling,

"Suki! Suki! May bago ako... bold!"

Yes. He was referring to me. Of course, I got confused why he tried to grab my attention in that manner. I gave him a confused look but also got ashamed because there were a number of people also browing through the sidewalk bargains. I just smiled and pretended I've heard nothing.

Haay, people these days. (I swear I've never bought bold films after college. Hihi!)

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I was on the passenger seat in my fx ride earlier today. I was beside an office girl and she had this thoughts about our driver, whom I think is already in his late 60's.

*mellow music on*

"Tatang, inaantok po ba kayo?"

Manong said, "Ha? Ok lang... Ok lang..."

After a few minutes...

"Manong, inaantok kayo, eh.."

Manong was silent.

She kept sighing and rolling her eyes.

Fx was not moving anywhere from our lane. We never switched lanes, actually. And all the vehicles were already overtaking us. We were not on the center of the lane where the driver's driving either.

Before dropping off a passenger in Paramount Theatre, a guy behind me commented in a soft voice,

"Manong, wag kayong magmamaneho ng inaantok."

Seems like the driver didn't hear it and the guy was not through. He took another hit,

"Manong, matulog muna kayo. Next time ho wag kayong magmaneho ng inaantok..."

The manong was silent.

Then, we all got off the taxi after reaching the MRT station.

What did I do thinking that I was in front and that any moment we might have an accident?

I kept looking on manong particularly his eyes. And yes, was he sleepy. His eyes were getting heavy as he drove. And I was a bit pissed already not only because he drives sleezy slow but he kept on mistakingly maneuvering my left knee as if it was the kambyo (What's its English term again?)

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Quote me. I miss Ar-Se-Be-Se.

2006-05-18T18:18:00.000+08:00

Boy Bawang: Comfort Food For A Bored Person
5:54pm

Perhaps, I am more bored than the most bored person who's currently awake at this time in any part of this earth. Maybe, I am more bored than the polar bears or turtles or snails or even janitor fishes.

I need a food for thought or a comfort food. So, I went downstairs to get a bag of Boy Bawang. A slight relief since my left hand is moving in and out of it from time to time. Plus it's salty... and garlicy (?). And I am a fan of toasted garlic more than the cornick. I wonder how my breathe would smell like in case I become so bored and lazy to get my ass off my chair to brush my teeth with Colgate Mintirinse with Calamansi before flying home. I wonder how my mrt-mate would react once I curse him/her after stepping on my foot, while pushing his/her way into the coach, if I would not brush or gargle. Deim, I am wearing slippers. And my breathe might be my only defense when somebody pushes me and steps on my precious toes.

Anyway, I am not mean nor bratty. I sometimes get tired of being nice and nicer. And I am not in a good mood today. I would've said to quit to ask but I am saying it once and for all: WE (team) ARE MOVING TO A DIFFERENT LOCATION. With all the things that I already love in this home, I would not want to depart elsewhere. What I am just awaiting from that new/old building is the view. I've seen Manila Bay's sunset from its window. It's serene. I hope that would take my breath away everytime I wait for it including my Boy Bawang breath.

But I am not losing hope until I set foot and set up my tools in that place. I know from the start that this building would house my account no matter what new and big accounts arrive.

I am trying to play with myself. Don't think anything naughty. I am bored but I am in the office so just pure wholesome action takes place. I am slowly departing from my usual cheerful self. I really need a relief from what's been boring me these days. I need that vacation. Sooooon. Yes. Now, just blog and be company with Boy Bawang.

2006-05-16T16:18:00.000+08:00

Random Thoughts XXVI
12:37pm
Music: How Do You Talk To An Angel (from my bus ride stereo last night.. damn good oldies were played.)

Ang hirap din pala pag nakasalamin. Oo nga't malinaw na ang tingin ko. Kaso naisip ko din na:

a.) pag punuan ang bus at may isang clumsy na pasahero ang sumakay. Minalas-malas pa'y pag wasiwas ng kamay nya ay matatamaan ang iyong mukha. Sapul ang salamin. Ganyan ang nangyari sakin. Kaya di ko mawari kung lumuwag ba ito o hindi kasi biglang sumagad sa may mata ko yung salamin ko.

b.) pag umuulan, di ko alam kung ibabalik ko sa lalagyan o hahayaan ko na lang mabasa ito kasama ko.

c.) pag tumatagaktak ako sa pawis, di ko din alam kung pano aalagaan yung salamin (Pwede naman akong magpunas ng pawis. Pero titanium naman ang frame ko, bleh! *yabang*)

d.) pag sumasandal ako sa computer chair o bus seat, tumatama yung dulo ng salamin ko doon. At ang tunog pa ay parang nagka-crack.

e.) sumasabit sa buhok ko

f.) namamaga ang tenga ko

(kunsensiya: Syet kang tao ka. Ang laki ng problema mo :bonk:)

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Last Friday, I was suppose to buy the latest issue of FHM Phils and Nivea lip balm. Being fickle, I switched plans. As I was walking along Cubao, I decided to drop by the Araneta Center area to buy a dozen Go Nuts Donuts. Yes, it has been sometime that I haven't eaten one and brought a box at home. Instead of spending P120 for the mag and P90 for the lip balm, I ended up wripped with 200 bucks. See the ten-peso difference? Hihi.

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A pack of monggo beans has been sitting in our grocery bag for two weeks until I asked my mom to cook it for our dinner last Saturday.

In the afternoon, I went to the supermarket and bought alugbati leaves. It's a veggie. That's all I know. And it is abundant in the Visayas.

Anyway, a bowl of sauted monggo in a rainy evening was relaxing for some reasons. And yes. It was best served hot. As in straight from the pan hot.

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These past few days, I feel like I am losing track again. What track? Whatever track normal people stride.

I've been feeling lazy and overworked at the same time.

I am in need of a break.. a big break.. No, not a promotion (See my succeeding posts.). But a quality time. May be all for myself or with close, close friends.

Vacation, eh? I am not saying something about this one yet. Sooooooon.

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I am happy for my teammates who have been trying to pass through screening processes for promotion.

I have done that only once 'cos I only tried applying for a promotion once. And that was when the promotion procedure was still different compared to now.

Until today, I am still thinking if I am qualified shall I decide to fill up some papers and pass a sealed envelope housing my documents. And that brings me to these two things that I hate the most: trying to prove myself the nth time around and thinking if I am just enough (more or less) for the position. Measurements. Metrics. Indeed.

I may say that I am pretty much contented with what I do now esp. in work. I am not thinking that everything is routinary since I have been handling this account for two years and a half. I may say that I know already how to address a certain query. But that's what I like most. Attending to queries which I may be void off once I get promoted.

I like it when my conversation with a customer goes spontaneous. I think I do not stutter nor use word fillers for that. I may become speechless for a few seconds. I may get surprised. I may be caught with tongue twisters. But I accept all these as fun.

Yeah, who doesn't want to leave this level? Who wants to be stuck in level 2? Who wants to be clueless in case someone violates you that would trigger you to issue insubordination? (Big question is, who are the employees labelled as level 1?) Who doesn't want a bigger pay? who doesn't want to be popular? Who also doesn't want to rub elbows with big wigs? See. The level alone that would come along with the new position could bring a bigger confidence in you. In this case, in me.

For now, I just do my responsibilities the best way I know. Besides, I don't want to rid myself of things that I might miss in case I get a position higher than mine.

Call me crazy. But I love my position today - career-wise. I love being here. And I am doing the most out of myself though this.

2006-05-10T11:31:00.000+08:00

Poetry Sampler# 5

NQ 5223
(05.10.06 Wed, 11:09am)

Scoop: Matapos kong bigyan ng dirty
finger ang isang bugaw na
humawak sa balikat ko,
nabaling naman ako sa isang
taong may malaking tiyan, may
sasakyan, naka-uniporme at
kilala ng lahat - ngunit hindi
iyan si Santa Klaws. Malayo pa
ang Pasko pero marami-rami na
ang humihingi ng aguinaldo.
Showbis ang Cubao.

Isang pinakatiklop na papel na ipinasa
Sabay ng pagkamay sa mamang may
May suot pa namang plaka ng kanyang
Ngalan sa unipormeng asul
Ay marahil taas noong sinasaluduhan
Ang kanyang panginoon subalit
Sa kanyang pagtalikod ay simbilis pa
Ng kanyang tapak sa silinyador
Ang pagmando ng sariling batas sa mausok
At mapulitikang bahagi ng siyudad - Cubao.

Ngiting makahulugan ang napansing isinukli ng bawat
Isa na kapwa may hawak na tiket sa kamay,
Kapwa naghahanapbuhay, kapwa din nagpapasasa
Sa kung anong lusot ang magawa
Mapadali lamang ang mga bagay na sana'y
Saklaw pa tungkulin na dapat gawin,
Na dapat ipatupad.

Papel na katumbas ay pasahe, papel na kita
Sa negosyo, papel na bagansya sa may sala,
Papel na pamasak sa bibig ng isang pamilyang uuwian
Mo.

Hindi ka na natuto. Nagpauto ka sa taong alam mong
Pasweldo mo ngunit ang gawa'y di
Parehas sa nakararami.

Kalat ang lahat at di pansin lalo na't
Ang araw ay kumabilang dako na
Ng mundo ngunit ang poste na bayad mo,
Ang mga ilaw ng sasakyang mula sa opisyal ng
Bayan mo, ang kinang ng mga ngipin
Ng alagad mong sabik sa isang papel na pinaghirapan
Mo ay nariya't
Aalalay sa mga mata mo
Upang mas maging listo.

Di ko man pansin ang alikabok sa ganitong oras,
Langhap ko pa din ito sa bilis
Ng harurot ng iyong motorsiklo
Tangay ang samu't saring klase ng papel.

2006-05-05T16:56:00.000+08:00

Just Listen To My Blog's Music If You Find This Entry Overly Dramatic

Music: Play That Funky Music - Taylor Hicks

I guess all of us feels the same about measuring onself. One's capability, ability, talent, education, habit, personality, character and so on.

Last Wednesday night, I had a text conversation with my cousin. Yesterday morning, I saw someone around Park Square area jumping from one fast food chain to the other to check for job openings.

Too bad that my celfone was with the guard last Wednesday. Perhaps, my cousing sent me a message at daytime. But I only read her message after I claimed my phone to the guard on duty after my shift.

She was already here in our building and was supposed to pass her resume. She was applying. Well, was supposed to but backed out since she has no clue whatsoever. On her text message, she said that she didn't know what to do so she decided not to continue with the application process. I am not sure if she was able to sign something from HR. I asked her that the next time she plans to drop by our office, she must text me the night before so I could meet her up on my breaktime. Then, I'll just brief her on what to do. I also asked if she really intends to go with this kind of business. I added if she wants to pursue a job connected to her degree which is Education.

I told her about applying to a certain school for kids just along EDSA- Ortigas.

The fast food applicant I saw yesterday looked like he came from the province or some slum area in the metro. But that's just me judging him from his looks. He has this clear folder with his resume. And he was looking at a piece of paper posted outside the glass wall of a certain fast food chain.

Know what I figured about my cousin and this guy? I was just like them when I was applying for a job - my first and current one.

I think even there's already that experince, nervousness is still there. Nobody knows what to expect and how things would go through. I even ask myself if I am good enogh to be hired or placed under probation.

Well, some are born confident or brought by the pride they have from what school they graduated from.

Just thinking about the "dreams" and the ambitions of new graduates or those people looking for jobs that they think may better their lives. Just think about that. No matter what kind of decent job we get in just to make ends meet.

I don't know. I may be overly dramatic on this one. But laughing or making fun of other people's dreams or future is quite disrespectful. I just understand how difficult it it today compared to, let's say when I was in high school. In that short span of time, life has been harder eversince.

And I think the most that young people who wants to work could do is to help their family first and sacrifice a little bit of their personal life. Just a little.

I think I am really being over dramatic. I wish both persons well.

2006-05-04T12:37:00.000+08:00

Let's Talk It Over A Shot of Tequilla (Photo Edition)
12:33pm

(L-R) Me, Drake, Kim, Liza and Agnes chilling at Goldilocks. Actually, 'twas Kim who needed that chill courtesy of the gulaman since she was a bit frustrated with the call time.

Goldi, with the yellow green bag, owns the mechanic-that-was-used-to-capture-and-record-happy-memories-aka-THE-digicam.

Ops. Kanya-kanyang kuha na...

Babala: Ang mga sumusunod na larawan ay maaaring nagtataglay ng sintomas ng pagiging nasa ilalim ng impluwensya ng alak. Sobrang saya lamang ng mga tao sa larawan. (Pero uulitin ko na may tama lang ako at di ako nalasing :p )

Ross and Candy

Anne and Goldi

(L-R) Drake, Derek, Francis, me, Kim, Anne, Ross and Igl.

Hmm, I was just wondering why the hell was I sticking out my tongue all the while? Freak.

2006-05-03T18:42:00.000+08:00

Clear View Of the Southern Sky

3:13pm
LSS: 1,000 Things - Jason Mraz
Inspirational Food: Boy Bawang

Day two of me wearing glasses. Kinda unusual of course. I don't like wearing one. Though I've got a couple of sunglasses, I am not used to wearing one everyday. I feel like my legs are long. Too long that whenever I step, I would think that my soles are that far from the ground. And I end up stepping hard on the floor.

When I was waiting for my bus ride last night, I tried to remove my glasses for a few seconds then I'd return it back. The view was like that of when you wake up. Blurry. Now I understand what they show in movies when an actor who's "dependent" on his glasses would somehow lose it in a fight or in the dark. Then, he would be seeing nothing at all. Mine was not that grave. It was blurred for a few seconds. But I must say that these glasses lessen the glare of headlights and make me see clearer the details of an object. I would only complain since my nose bridge hurts.

Also yesterday, I was observing all those people with eyeglasses. It was a big deal to me since I would take this somewhat a "disability". It really is a hassle wearing one. Especially if I become dependent in it. I am hoping that my vision would be corrected by this. (I look older and more serious - I hate it.)

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My former teammate, Candy, is set to leave today for Dubai.

It is only now that this fact sunk in. As from my previous posts about teammates leaving the team/office, I would not want to discuss and dwell in them anymore. Besides, I enjoyed the party that she hosted.

I hope she'd be successful and happy. And may she see a clearer picture of things now she's on her own.

Cheers!

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Here in the office, a department has a certain program wherein one has to answer a few queations to determine something. The details would not be part of this. I'll just post a couple of results below.

ISFP - "Artist". Interested in the fine arts. Expression primarily through action or art form. The senses are keener than in other types. 8.8% of total population.

Free Jung Personality Test (similar to Myers-Briggs/MBTI)

Personality Type: ISFP

Profile:
People of this type tend to be kind, humble and highly empathetic; thoughtful, faithful and affectionate with those they know well; sensitive to criticism and easily hurt; quiet, soft-spoken and gentle; adaptable, responsive and curious; realistic and down to earth. The most important thing to ISFPs is feeling peaceful and harmonious with the people and places that matter most to them.

Careers:
[let's leave this blank]

I am yet to finish the others.

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Some of my teammates already saw the pictures taken from Candy's party. I need to see them. Perhaps, tomorrow. And I would be posting them here. Just a foreword, I was not drunk... tipsy but not drunk. :D

Hep. Hep. I've seen some of the pictures. At nakakahiya yung ibang kuha ko. Parang di ko kayang ilagay sa friendster yun, a. Haha!

2006-05-01T17:05:00.000+08:00

What would you do if...?

04.23.06 Mon
4:31pm
Music: We Give In Sometimes - Up Dharma Down

1.) a number of baby pictures are all over your friends' list in friendster

2.) you have a free Milo shaker but you were unsuccessful blending in Milo, coffee and ice to have a mocha frost

3.) you do not like your current "inspiration"

4.) you haven't been in a summer vacation yet PAGASA already announced that come next month would start the rainy season [edit - 05.01.06: I was soaking wet last Friday due to a heavy downpour in my place. [/edit]

5.) you were advised to wear reading glasses

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Let's Talk It Over A Shot of Tequilla

05.01.06 Mon
11:28am

So, it's Labor Day. And that means double pay since I am at work. Yes.

Anyway, I haven't had enough sleep last night. I arrived home at about 2am already. And I woke up today at 5:30am.

Personally, I had a great, great time last night. Meeting up was a mess due to certain miscommunications. But all's well after the nilagang baka, menudo, steammed fish, kare-kare, baked mussels, salad and drinks were served and when the videoke machine was turned on. Of course, there were those kodak moments on the side.

After 8 years, last night was the second time I drunk more than one shot of tequilla. After 4 years, I finally got drunk again. (But I managed to be home safe and sound.) It was also my first time to try the combo of Red Horse and Extra Joss. And it was my first time to sing for my teammates. I know I do not have a singing voice. But hey! I got a hundred points after singing, "Minsan" by the E-heads. The first song I sang was "Landslide" where I got 98. Unbelievable, wasn't it? But even I had to believe it (I've got figures, man.).

I won't tell how we reached Candy's place since it is complicated. The people present there were Goldi, Liza, Anne, Agnes, Kim, Drake, Derek, Francis, Ross, Igl and me. We also brought a cake as present. (Those who confirmed but never appeared, you owe us...uhm, coffee.)

I think Candy's despedida (How should I translate this in English,er...) turned out to be a bonding session for most of us since we seldom go out with this same group nor sit for a lunch or dinner either with a group this big. At least now, we got to see how some teammates have fun... and get drunk (Actually, how they were under the influence).

As for that night's showstoppers? Hmm, I have to give props to the ff:

1.) Hanggang Ngayon, If I Ain't Got You - Candy
2.) Betty Davies Eyes - Ross
3.) Luha - Igl
4.) I'll Never Get Over You, Part Of The World - Goldi
5.) Careless Whisper - Drake
6.) Mariah Carey "medley" - Drake, Derek, Francis

The videoke machine was owned by Goldi and Derek. That's almost non-stop singing over there.
Pictures are still in process. Ross and Goldi had their digicams last night. So, let's just wait for the proofs. And hopefully, this would get published since our proxy is not cooperating.

OT: I would be claiming my eyeglasses later today. I had my eyes checked before I went to the party. I found out that I am nearsighted. Both of my lenses would have a -50 grade. The frame I picked was with a 50% off. Still, P2,895 hurt that much.

PBB's New Teen Housemate

<spoiler> I just came across the deviant art of PBB's illustrator. And the anime/cartoon of the replacement housemate for Aldred was already posted there. The new housemate's name is Joaquin. Sorry for the spoiler, addicts. </spoiler>

2006-04-22T16:28:00.000+08:00

HAPPY EARTH DAY! (This has no connection with my entry. I just want to greet everybody.)

04.22.06 Sat
3:39pm
Music: Hey, Look At The Sun - Sitti (Her album was being played at Powerbooks at the time I was there.)
Food: crab nuggets (Taste like kikiam. But still good. Check your grocery's frozen goods section for this.)

This would be my last day on this shift. I would say that I would also miss attending this time schedule since it already grew in me for a week's time (I get to see most peope in GY shift. I could wake up late - but not during training days. I hit the target handling time. But I overdo my budget for the week since I eat twice and I take fx taxis which do not offer 'bus' fares.) Though I complained a bit about this shift, at least I experienced to be rolling in this schedule.

Yesterday was not an all good day for me. I was a bit disappointed on myself. Another misfortune that happened yesterday was having my friend as my companion going home. I would prefer going home alone unless I am really close to the person.

Anyway, he was the one who called me as I hurriedly jumped inside a van. At first, I would not really bother approaching the person since there are a number of passengers already who are also waiting for their ride. If the person who called me approaches me, then I would settle for a conversation. If not, I would just look from the window of the van. Or unless again, you and I are tight.

Still, I went down and called him to join me since there were 4 spaces left for occupancy. He was all complaining about his work for they are oving their things from their old office to a new one. He was describing to me how big and heavy their things were.

It was almost midnight. Usually, the passengers would talk softly, sit and just stare outside or even sleep til they get to their destinations. My friend put on his headphones and started singing "father and son" loudly. Not just that, he was even mispronouncing the lyrics, "...look at me I am old but I'm haffy..." I sensed that he was a little drunk from the tone of his voice. And he made a lot of comments from passing through the toll gate, loading some gasoline, driver's call of nature and passenger's dropping off the van. I could not shut him up. I was also trying to get myself some sleep since I was not feeling very well and I was very sleepy. The couple infront of us were already making some body language on their "dismay" to my friend.

Okay, I am not being ashamed for knowing him and being with him that time. I am looking at him as a fellow passenger who should be at least sensitive to other passengers since we are in a public transport. I tolerate talks inside public vehicles if the subject, which obviously everyone could hear, is worth their time. I dislike angsty talks and complaints about jobs and other people's fortunes in public places. Those things they should keep on themselves and not should be brought up in public. Or of they are about to explode, deal with it somewhere privately.

But I was nice last night. I entertained him talking about putting up a business, playing with his child, who I suppose would be my godchild and all those he shared with me. But everything was just done too loud.

Since he did all the talking, as we separate going to our own homes, he told me that my hair is already long. I replied that short hair is boring. He shut up. He has short hair.

Goodbye.

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Hmm, something new. This is the first time I am going somewhere while my hair is tied up. Yes, I finally decided to try tying my hair. I even took a picture of me for remembrance and basically to see how I look like. And I like how I look. The beach is the only one missing. Or a pulp summer slam concert.

i just gave in to a friend's request and that was to see me with a band on the head. I must say thank you to that request. Because I like what I see.

Also, my mom kept on complaining that she sees nothing on my face since, accdg to her, my hair is covering everything. Sadly, my mom didn't see my new look before I leave home.

Perhaps, I would sport a new image once in awhile.

(What if I give in to Lea's idea to have dreads? Hmm...)

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After two years, I finally got a copy of "The Nymph of MTV" by Angelo Suarez. I looked for it back in 2004 in Powerbooks but they didn't have it. It was published by UST Publishing House. Sadly, I didn't have time to go back to my school to get one.

Now, I have a copy.

I went through the shelves on the 2nd floor of Powerbooks. when I was back on the shelf where I got "The Nymph..," I saw another book of A. Suarez entitled, "Else It Was Purely Girls" published last year. Man, its price is twice the book I bought. So, I must save money to get this new one. Hopefully, it would not take me another two years. Hehe.

Anyway, Bob Ong also has a new book. I forgot the title but it's cover is green. I have none of his books yet but I plan to read and complete them. :)

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Lyndon Gregorio, creator of Beerkada, would be coming up with a new batch of t-shirt designs. I've seen those that might be printed. And two out of three, I liked. I definitely would be having two new shirts in my wardrobe once they become available.

2006-04-21T22:04:00.000+08:00

04.16.06 Easter Sunday
8:51pm

This shift is killing me. And it feels like it takes an hour for me to blink my eyes, change positions on my seat and hit a key on this keyboard.

I know I am tired because my back is hurting. And I normally experience this whenever I feel real tired.

04.19.06 Wed
4:16pm
Music: The Hardest Part - Coldplay

The second day of my training has been finished a few hours back. "This is it," so I told myself.

I am not considering backing out. But I have no other way but to be there. I take it as an opportunity to better myself definitrly aside from being an additional support to my team/account/supervisors/co-reps. Talking too much is just not me. Well, several times I've been busy making noises here and there. But those were just conversations with friends. Now, I have to be formal. And the guidelines that were discussed already sunk into me. I know they're there for guidance and not really as pattern per se since we all have our own style in delivering things. But the thought that I would be showing a topic this coming Friday that should last at least 10 minutes would be nerve-wracking. I both love and hate attention.

I think I am just scared on who's watching. I wouldn't care less if it would be my teammates since I am so used to dealing with them day in and out. But I would be facing a bunch of perhaps new people who are, uhm, new to me. And that scares me and shies me away. That would make me stutter and forget about things and be a pessimist and have these negative thoughts at the back of my head. (What the hell are they thinking as I do my work in front?). Include grammar, diction, phasing of dicussion, participation and what-have-you.

But everything goes through this. Not training but discussing something educational or interesting (or not) to a group. And I think I would learn to be more in control with my doubt as time passes by. And part of that time would be the day of presentation. Yay!

04.21.06 Fri
5:32pm
Music: The World Is Our Playground And We Will Always Be Home - UdD (The song I picked when one of the facilitators asked the audience for the music of their lives)

Done.

Nervousness was better than me. I never learn. And I never develop. Perhaps, yes. But it takes every inch to pull something through. Inching my way somewhere takes a lot of guts. Guts which I may be the only one who understand.

(I didn't feel oh so proud of my presentation earlier. I admit I gave up last night while I was plotting my supposed topic. I was already on my conclusion when I decided to stop and not think of a new topic anymore and just focus on my account. I did that. I discussed some matters about it. I was off to a good start, I must say. But I was not able to maintain it. Things planned to the last minute didn't transpire. I hate being nervous. Being nervous for some reasons that I do not face and accept and later on to be forgotten. If only you saw me there.

I celebrate for two reasons: I am now a certified peer trainer; and I learned my lesson(s) well today right after I secretly-instantly-unexpectedly-surprisingly ended our discussion. I felt weird as I was talking there. It's too formal. Perhaps my topic. But I knew my topic. I could've given a shot to something that I have more enthusiasm discussing.

The last time I was into that was during my thesis defense. I was nervous but I prepared for it a lot. And I was satisfied with what I did for my group.

But today... I would not be forgetting it. It was my first time I talking infront of titled officemates now that I have gone corpy.

I have additional task(s) now which I openly welcome. I tried getting the position to provide extra support for my home account. And I am proud that I would be able to extend more than being a regular rep. I just need more help from my trainers and fellow peer trainers. :p )

Unhappy and happy. Both I see. Tap my back then I feel fine. Knock on wood send me to cloud 9.

Congratulations to Liza, JR, Gab, Leo, Lea and me! Good job to the team who've took care of us - Miches, Rico, B'ley, Cheeky and Vince. And to the additional advices of Meg, Lit and Aaron. Thanks, guys!

*me knocking my head* Do not dwell on that. Come on. *another bop on the head*

2006-04-16T16:56:00.000+08:00

Egg Yolk Floats On Its White

04.16.06 Easter Sunday
3:10pm
Music: All Falls Down - Kanye West

Ok. I'll start this post with a text message coming from a friend back in college.

"Believe in God's constant
love for you

and hold on to
the truth

that the best years of your life
are still
ahead of you

and not behind you,
enjoy life! Happy
Easter!"

Chiela sent this message to me twice. The first was at 9:22am. The same message was sent a few minutes after.

It always happens to me that after putting my phone back to my drawer when I thought that someone just texted me only to find out that I have no new messages, my phone would beep a sound for a new one in my inbox.

This message happened to be sent after I turned off my cd player as I was preparing to leave for work.

By the way, I am filling in a teammate's schedule. Actually, my schedule would last a week. I would be here from 2pm til 11pm. A whole week swap since this schedule would allow me to attend my scheduled training this coming week.

It was difficult to get a ride today. I spent almost an hour waiting for either an fx taxi or bus going to Cubao. But all those that passed me by are loaded and they could not even fit a single, skinny passenger like me. Add in the scorching heat of the sun and my crumbling stomach.

By the time a bus stopped to pick me up, I was all tired. Yet, I had to stand up and cling somewhere for support.

Most of the passengers were in groups, specifically families. They know now the strategy. After a holiday, it would best to be the first to head back to Manila since buses would be jampacked more often than not. Big baggages were everywhere as well a kids. I know it would be straining for kids to travel far distances with the climate and condition of the bus (ordinary).

Eevrything else about my ride was typical. But the one that I liked best was the convesation between the mother and her son. No, I was not eavesdropping. They were just an inch beside me. The mother was pointing SM North and GMA network to her son. See, how shopping malls already became a landmark to most of us especially those coming from a province.

When I was younger, I usually look for big building outisde the window everytime I was riding a bus here in the metro. As a kid, I was amazed by the facade of tall buildings and malls. I admit that I would consider SM North as the best that time.

But as I grew up and move forward, SM is still SM and those buildings that I used to stare in awe are still standing tall along EDSA. I guess, seeing them every so often somehow lessened the excitement of seeing it again for the nth time. I have been travelling and working for more than eight years of my life (college included). Perhaps, I already got used to seeing them.

Now read again the text message I've posted above. The third line to be exact.

At this point, I or we could still not figure which is the best since we have 24 hrs to live each day. Anything nice or not so nice may happen. And that is what I am up for. What is ahead of me. What is a surprise or if there ain't any surprises at all.

I have delighted myself in seeing what city life was in my yester years. I looked forward those malling days when I was a kid. What I thought are the best may or may not be that one since I am still living and chances are I may be seeing something new, something wild or something outrageous in the near future. Same with people. I have those whom I think are the best for and with me. I am not also forgetting that in every time I walk by the walkway or ride a bus or eat at the canteen, I may or may not meet a person whom could turn out to be a good friend. You know those things that would only materialize until you get there.

Happy Easter!

Post Script:
This may have a relation to Easter and to that text message above.

As I was waiting for my ride, 5 children were walking towards my direction. Two of them were carrying sacks. One was empty, the other was full of palstic containers (empty margarine container, water container, cups, and the like). To my estimate they were around 3-6 years old. One of the kids even picked up a fallen macopa fruit lying in front of me.

After a few minutes, I saw them again going back carrying another emprt sack. I think they were picking up "junk" along the highway.

I had these thoughts in mind: they were doing most kids do on easter - easter egg hunting. But theirs were not eggs; it was almost lunch time yet these kids were still out in the street doing something that they should not be doing; they were walking on the same street where buses, cars and trucks also pass by; and, some kids do not have the luxury to play... just play and consume all their time playing and enjoying that childhood stage.

2006-04-14T16:58:00.000+08:00

04.13.06 Maundy Thur
5:39 pm

I am at work today. Yes, today is part of the two-day declared official holiday but I am here working. Ding! Ding! It only means two things: Double pay and a ride-going-home hunt later.

Actually, I was more than 2 hours early today. I didn't want to be late.

Anyway, good thing that I didn't receive much calls. But I haven't hit the target handling time from the past 4 days that I was here working. So, I am pretty sure that for this week, I would not hit the required AHT at all.

Since it is downtime, I browsed thru friendster to use up my time. I could not fall asleep which is bad. Unfortunately, I was not able to change something in my account's settings. I was too eager to know if this certain person already viewed my profile. Also, I checked on the photo slideshow. And was I surprised to learn some things about the people connected to me. Here they are:

a.) I know my cousin is working somewhere in the Middle East. But it's only now that I knew she's in Qatar;

b.) at least two of my teammates have uploaded new pictures;

c.) a former teammate already has braces on his teeth;

d.) my other cousin visited India recently;

e.) a friend passed a licensure exam;

f.) most of my friends in college who took another degree after we graduate are now nursing and/or medicine graduates;

g.) also, most of my friends in college seemed like they've undergone a make over. Almost all of them had developed physically, perhaps emotionally as well by the way they smile and pose on camera;

h.) another friend has started training for his first job;

i.) everybody loves themselves by the way of their pictures (But I think you should include me as well).

Alright, I hope to get home early. Or at least find a ride home easily. If I may add to this, I hope the ride to and from the office tomorrow be available. Though I am already on leave, I still plan to work. I think this would be my sacrifice on Good Friday. I should not abandon my duty in the office. Yes, it's another double pay day. But I would be more productive if I am here. I hope not to eat meat also.

And, my supervisor already came back from her training in Seattle. Haven't talked to her that much yet. But I was already updated through her blog. And I got this cola-flavoured lolli and..hmm, let me check this chocolate bar... Lindt swiss classic milk crisp hazelnut. Sounds yummy, right? Thanks, Ia. :)

Also, from the featured I added in our support site, it is our team's profile that I am having a hard time the most. I guess I already had an HTML overload that's why my brain could not consume any applications any longer. But I would still do the trial and erro method once in awhile until I get the proper design.

So, there. I'm feeling both hungry and full. Probably, the softdrinks.

04.14.06 Good Friday
4:54pm

I was early again for work.

Now, my only problem is my ride home.

2006-04-11T16:09:00.000+08:00

Thank You! (Maiba naman. Puro na lang dates ang nauuna sa posts ko.)

04.11.06 Tues
3:12pm
Music: Girl Like You - Edwin Collins (This has nothing to do with post. I was just humming this while waiting for my ride this morning.)

Thank You!

For keeping me sane, loving, healthy, fighting, strong, observant...

for the loud music I play when I am troubled that unburdens me, for the piercing heat of the summer sun that reminds me how I am not friends with rain, for cheap lunch I take everyday at work that gives me extra change for my next cd purchase, for my feet that walks from the train station to the office and back which allows me to wander and appreciate nature sun up and sun down, for my work which lets me communicate and helps me put money in my pocket, government and my brothers' school,for my stomach that never complains while I take in full cream milk, for the people I usually see when I'm on my way to work - for they push me more to work hard and never give up.

I had another realization last night to be thankful all my life.

We had a visitor. Actually, my sister's. She came from a province far from where we live. For months, she been seeking help to my sister to help her get a job anywhere.

From what I know, she grew up taking good care of nuns in a convent. I think one of the nuns she looked after died already due to old age. She went back home after. She has 3 siblings and she's the eldest. Their youngest is 12.

I kinda eavesdropped her talk with my mom since they're with me in the living room watching tv. My mom would be accompanying her to one of our relatives. My aunt is looking for someone who would look over an elderly. Not really a helper but a company in the elderly's house.

From her exact words to my mom, "Ngayon pa lang po, salamat na..." (That's like thank you in advance.)

Imagine her leaving her family whom she's looking for a job away from their home. She's the eldest. I assume that she stands as the head of the family already since both of her parents are already gone.

It's somewhat movie-like but I have these images of someone saving, perhaps in a "Via Air Mail" envelope or small wallet, from his/her monthly pay and then excitedly sending the savings to the province. Another would be doing his/her best at his/her job. while doing the job, the person is smiling, keeping in mind that he/she is doing it for a loved one. Do you get my point?

I know I need not hear something like this again to realize how hard it is to live... how hard life is.

You know when someone's very hopeful and excited to start up something that he/she thinks would make a difference in his/her life? That's what I saw in her face last night. She was like ready even if you would tell her that she would start her work on that very minute.

From all the hardships and failures, doubts and helplessness, hurt and despair, I think appreciation is the key.

2006-04-10T17:01:00.000+08:00

04.10.06 Mon
3:58pm
Music: Invisible War - Sitti (from her debut album, "Cafe Bossa." I got a copy last Friday.)

Rant muna bago ang lahat:

1.) Pasaway pa din talaga yung mga babaeng ayaw sumunod sa seggragation scheme sa MRT.

2.) Parang magulang na yung dahon ng sili na isinahog sa tinola dun sa canteen na kinakainan ko.

Ok, on with a better topic.

It's the time of the year. Mahal na araw.

Siguro kung big deal man 'to sakin ngayon ay sa kadahilanang hindi ko ito gaano nang na-o-observe ng maayos di gaya nung youngster pa lang ako.

Ni hindi nga ako nakapag-Ash Wednesday nitong taon. At kahapon, hindi rin ako nakapag-Palm SUnday. (Pero ako yung bumili ng palaspas nung Sabado na papa-bless sa simbahan.)

Marami din kasi akong ginagawa. (Alam ko di 'to matinong rason para sa espiritwal na obligasyon ko.) Mula pa noon ay naka-plano na kung ano ang kadalasang ginagawa ko pag rest days ko. Nataon pa ngayon na weekends ang off ko kaya wala akong excuse na di mag-simba. (Masama na kung masama pero mas nararamdaman ko ang misa pag regular na araw ako nagsimba at di gaanong jampacked ang simbahan.)

Noong nasa high school pa ko, eh talagang tutok ako sa mga activities pag Holy Week. (Opo, solid ako sa Catholic school.) Kadalasan ang kasama ko sa mga lakaran pag Holy Week ay mga kaibigan ko. Nagpu-prusisyon kami. Nagpapalaspas. Nag-aalay lakad. Nanonood ng senakulo.

Siguro ang pinakanakatatak na sa aking utak ay yung matapos kaming mag-alay lakad mula HUwebes Santo ng gabi hanggang Biyernes Santo ng umaga ay sinundan namin ng pag-akyat sa Kapitangan, isang baryo sa kabilang bayan samin na may mga nagpi-penetesya at nagpapapako sa krus.

Manonood muna kami ng senakulo bago lumisan. Ang pinakahihintay sa gabing yun, Huwebes Santo, ay ang pagbibigti ni Hudas. ISa din sa pinakahihintay ang paglabas ng demonyo dahil sa sound effects na dala nto.

Bale syempre pag bata ka, di maiiwasan ang iringan sa ibang barkada. Oras din yun na mang-chicks ang ilan. Sabay-sabay naglalakad ang lahat patungo sa mga kapilya/bisita na sakop ng parokya. Kasabay ng paglakad ay pagdarasal. Kanya-kanyang porma. Kanya-kanyang grupo. Ang bawat bisita ay may handang pa-merienda. Isa ito sa mga inaabangan ng mga batang sumasama. Karaniwan ay pan de sal at kape ang bigay. Maswerte na kung may goto o sotanghon. Di pa kasali dyan ang pagpukol sa mga mangga sa kani-kanilang bakuran na nadaraanan. Minsan pa nga, eh nagso-shortcut kami para makarating sa susunod na bisita at maunahan yung ilan.

Nung makarating kami sa baryo bago pa yung samin, napasama kami sa isang barkadahan na taga-samin din. Kaso may nakaaway sila. Kaya dun kami pumunta sa bahay ng isang kilala ng barkadang yun at plinano kung pano lilituhin yung mga humahabol sa kanila. Di ko man gustuhin ay nadamay na din ang barkada namin dahil napasama kami sa kanila. At niyaya din nila kami pandagdag pwersa. Kaya sa may gilid kami ng sapa dumaan hanggang sa maputik na bukid. Narating namin ang baryo namin bandang alas 6. Dun naman nila inabangan yung nakaaway nila. At hindi na ko nagulat sa mga sumunod na nangyari. Dinistilyador (screwdriver) lang naman ng kaibigan ko ang isa sa mga nakaaway nila. Sa ganito, malakas ang loob namin dahil nasa teritoryo na namin kami at sila ang nagmistulang dayo maski na kasama talaga sa alay lakad ang papalit-palit ng lugar.

Pagkatapos nun, napagdesisyunan naming manood ng nagpapapako sa krus. Hagilapan kami ng bike. Yun wala na gaya ko ay nanghiram na lang. Malas pa't mountain bike ang napunta sakin. Eh, ayoko pa naman nun.

Malayo ang sisikarin makarating lang dun. Isipin mong nasa highway kami at kasabayan namin ang mga sasakyan. Di pa nga kami nakakarating sa pupuntahan ay sumemplang na ko. Nailang kasi ko sa jeep sabay nabaling ko pa ang manibela papunta sa tubo ng tubig. Ayun at bumagsak ako. (Naniwala na din ako na medyo lapitin ang tao ng disgrasya tuwing Biyernes Santo.) Minura pa ko ng driver ng jeep na kasunod ko. Syempre nakakahiya at madaming nakakita. Kaya nung nakahanap kami ng pwedeng pagpahingahan ay huminto muna kami. Doon na napansin nung nanghiram ng bike na tagilid na ang manibela at gulong nito. Bago pa naman.

Abala din ang bike. Pataas ang lugar na panunuoran namin. Kaya inakay na lang namin ito. Yung mga tapos nang magpenitensya o maghampas ng bagay na nakakapagpadugo ng likod ay lulusong dun sa kalapit ng sapa para maghugas. Dun naman sa papako sa krus ay sa may bukid. Ayos naman kasi nga nun lang ako nakapanood nun. Sinulit ko na din kasi alam kong papagalitan ako paguwi ko.

Ayun.

Sa mga prusisyon naman, siguro ang pinaka-ok ay yung iilawan mo ang patron ng baranggay nyo. Syempre pag prusisyon sa parokya, sama-sama yung iba pang Poon ng ibang baryo. Nakikita ko din noon ang mga kaklase kong taga-ibang lugar. Alam ko yung ganitong tradisyon ay tinitira ng ibang relihiyon dahil sumasamba daw sa idols. Pero aminin natin na iba ang pakiramdam pag prusisyon. Iba yung dating ng ilaw ng mga kandila, ayos ng karo at musiko ng banda.

Pag senakulo naman.. ay, siya nga pala. Nagsimula na to sa amin. At kasali ang kuya ko. Wala lang. Di ko naman kasi kasundo yun. Pero mainam na din yun at may pagkakaabalahan siya. Kahapon, pumunta ko dun sa may bisita at sa gilid lang nito ginaganap ang senakulo mga bandang alas 9. Putok ng kwitis ang karaniwang hudyat ng pagsisimula nito. Di ako pumunta dun para manood. Nagpasama ako sa pamangkin ko mga bandang 6:30 para bumili ng mga pagkaing binebenta sa gilid. Opo, tuwa na ko sa street foods. Isa din to sa inaabangan pag Mahal na Araw samin. Tukneneng at fishball ang binili ko. Yung tukneneng, may sisiw o wala, P7 lang. Yung fishball, P0.50 isa. Pero yung fishball na to, eh yung gawa sa harina na may onion springs at galunggong at di yung puti lang. Sa limang tukneneng, o seho kung tawagin, at 18 fishballs, P44 lang ang nagastos ko.

Itong darating na Biyernes Santo ay nag-file ako ng leave sa office. Di pa siya na-a-approve. Sinisiguro ko lang kasi baka wala akong masakyan at ma-late pa ko. I'm still in the running for that hard to accomplish prize. SIguro kung kaya kong pasukan, eh papasok ako. DOuble pay yun. Kailangan ko ng perang pang-enrol ng kapatid ko.

Kahapon sa Y Speak, topic kung, "Holy pa ba ang Holy Week?" Observance and all.

Kasi ito lang siguro yung time na mas enforced na mag-isip-isip tayo sa mga actions natin. Like Christmas na mas emphasized magbigayan. Pero kahit kelan at anong panahon naman pwedeng magbigayan at mag-isip-isip. Mas malakas lang ang pagpapaalaala satin ng simbahan at mga matatanda na obserbahan ang panahong ito. May itinakdang araw kasi.

Siguro, di ko man gaanong nagagawa ang tradisyunal na obligasyon pag Mahal na Araw, meron naman akong nagagawang alternatibo. Gaya ng blog na ito. Tingin ko naman kahit paaano may nare-realize ako at yung mga kaibigan kong nagbabasa nito tungkol sa buhay-buhay.

Bago ko malumot, bahagi ko lang ito mula sa Bible:

"There are seven things that the Lord hates and cannot tolerate:
A proud look,
a lying tongue,
hands that kill innocent people,
a mind that thinks up wicked
plans,
feet that hurry off to do evil,
a witness who tells one lie after
another,
and a man who stirs up trouble
among friends."

- Pr. 6:16-19

On the lighter note,

nakakatawa kanina nung lunch ko. Magdadasal na sana ko ng "Bless US O, Lord" bago kumain kaso ang nasabi ko matapos mag-sign of the cross ay, " [Name of my account] my name is Arnold, how can I help you?"

Labo.

2006-04-07T17:34:00.000+08:00

04.03.06 Mon
6:45pm

I don't know if changing my shampoo brand was a bright idea. I am now having flakes and I could not bear it any longer.

04.04.06 Tues
6:43pm
LSS: Oo (Fragmented Remix) - UdD

I just made some minor updates in our support site. Yes, I am helping the main man (Shall I say woman?) doing the job. I only serve as a backup. With this, I hope to be more engrosed into computers, html and stuff.

I am actually having a hardtime since I have a lot of notepads in my screen. This pc has no Microsoft Frontpage also. And this blinking word file wouldn't want to be closed is already bugging me.

Anyway, if I would not be able to catch up tomorrow on my post that means I am busy manipulating html codes here and there. I just hope my teamates would like our added "stuff" in it :teehee:

04.05.06 Wed
5:52pm

I did another modification in our support site today. It was time consuming since I do not have some tools for editing. So, I now dependent on notepads and copy paste keys.

Anyway, I didn't enjoy my lunch/snack since it was just only a plate of pancit (a kind of noodle). After eating, I went straight to Burger Machine to get their Ultimate Double Burger.

Also, I am set for an interview tomorrow. No biggie for the position. I just felt I had to stand up. I hope that my answers to the intervier/s questions would be the one that they want to hear. If not, I hope they would understand my answers.

I think I have tired eyes already. HTMLs made my day today.

Later.

04.06.06 Thur
6:14pm

I finished another part of our support site. Just an add on for a certain procedure.

Also, I am done with my interview this morning. Everything's okay. And I should be anticipating the training already. But I need to figure out how since the training schedule would hit my shift.

Alright, I got tired again. So, this would be my post for today.

And oh. I didn't like my lunch. My nilaga was freezing cold.

04.07.06 Fri
3:13pm

Ordinary People

1.) It was cool to see a guy browsing on some girly stuff. I saw someone picking from piles of clothes in a mall here. Maybe that's for his sister, girlfriend, mother. See, thoughtfulness is something. Some guys are too shy to browse on female stuff.

2.) I saw someone who has a tattoo on his left arm. I was supposed to get on after my first job. But I had a minor injury on the part where I should have it inked so I decided not to. Good thing I did. I could not imagine myself with a tattooed, wrinkled skin.

3.) A person asking for directions are no pretenders. I salute them. It just shows that every now and then, a person needs a little help from someone.

4.) Also, a couple having a simple photo op in a certain place like Greenbelt is good to watch. No, I am not having any malice in that. No PDA. But just a simple smile and their camera phone. Let's just say I like pictures.

5.) If only I had a digital camera, I could have taken photos of security guards in their daily inspection at Park Square, perhaps with their commander. Reminds me of those ROTC days.

6.) I know we all respect old age. I respect to what an old man has become due to his experiences. But everybody's equal. Everybody deserves even just a little respect.

This morning I happend to sit on the three-seater chair of the bus. To my opposite was a two-seater. The sun was shining on my side. I was seated beside an old couple. Perhaps on their 50's-60's. We all understand that it's summer, right? The two-seater chair beside me was vaccated. The couple beside me was about to transfer there to avoid the sun but a man was faster to take one of the seats. So, the husband asked his wife to take the other seat. He stood in front of me and told me to move beside the window, that same place where his wife came. I was supposed to be polite to answer that it was hot in that place. But his head and mouth movements irked me. He was already commanding me to move to that hot place. Btw, I was also under the sun that time. Being pissed, I answered, "Eh, di ako naman ang maiinitan?" (without saying any "po" and "opo"). he had no choice but to sit back on his place. Then, he and his wife began talking about the law board passers as it was also shown on the bus' tv. And they would have comments here and there about the schools with me in between them.

7.) Wherelse could you see a lola (grandma) in her maong skirt, chucks, big earrings and sando but in Cubao. I arrive there at around 8-8:30pm everyday and I would usually see "for hire" ladies walking around. I think this site would never change.

2006-04-03T13:25:00.000+08:00

04.03.06 Mon
10:02am
LSs: Oo - Up Dhrama Down (for the nth time)

Halt

It is graduation season once again. And the most exciting about it, I guess, would be the anticipation of/prepation for this day.

I could barely remember my college graduation date. All I know was the date we marched was also the exact date of a teen actor's internment.

Anyway, prior to graduation day my friends and I enjoyed our very solemn Baccalaureate Mass. Imagine the UST campus trooped by the graduationg batch parading with balloons, banners and what have you's. After we're reached our designated seats, we did another round of picture taking. We were also observing our fellow graduates. We were holding a long-stemmed white rose from our friend, Ac and a UST pin.

The mass started past 5pm, I think. I was just reunited with two of my buds in college, John and Ronald. For a few days, I moved out of our barkada (group). We had misunderstandings and of course, I would admit that a part of it would be my thought of graduation - leaving. I was so used to meeting my all my barkadas before and after class. I must say I wasn't ready to graduate and end my college years.

The atmosphere was relatively sad that night. We lit candles from the torch brought by our respective college deans. There was symbolism there somewhere. After it, the we exchanged our pins. I gave my UST pin to my friend, Joms, while his to me. After that "pinning" ceremony, I went out of my way to shake the hands of my friends and classmates. I was a bit embarassing since I was one of the very few who were crying. So, think of me covering my face with my left hand while I use my right hand shaking everyone's hand and saying, "Congrats." Imagine the graduates celebrating in the field with a spectacular fireworks display to end the night and the breath-taking, well-lit UST main bldg in the background.

sadly, I still do not have a photo of me with the main bldg as my background. If you happened to pass by UST before, you know what I mean during night time and that main bldg would have its glow.

I am reposting for another time these pictures during our Phycology class (We were looking for some algae around the campus and my teacher happened to be a multi-talented - violinist, poet, writer, author, researcher, etc - person photography included.), start of ur Baccalaureate Mass 2002 and after the graduation rites.

After my professor called my name on stage and had my tassel done by the dean, I gave my professor a pat on his back while he was still reading on the names of my classmates. I also didn't have my picture taken by the photographer since they charge too much. And was I glad that I didn't since my classmates looked so tired in their pictures. Some didn't even have the best angle. What a waste of money.

Now, some of my classmates are graduating from medical schools. Honeslty, I was envious of them. Having a title may assure one a brighter future. But I am happy for them because that is what they wanted. I am also happy for myself because that is not what I wanted for myself.

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MRT already began its segragation scheme last Saturday. Since it's just the start of my week, I only experienced it just this morning. Of course, I followed the instructions. I usually ride the first coach/car of the train. But now it is intended for the ladies, elderly, disabled and those who have their kinds with them. The last two are for men. The MRT announcer kept on reminding the passengers about their new policy. I was waiting for my ride and that would be on the second coach/car. A few women were also waiting there in that same area that I was in. I wasn't sure if they were not paying attention but it seemed that theuy didn't want to move their butt from the area. In fact, they went in that coach intended for guys. Yet some women would complain that they don't want to have gusy around in public transpos. Hard headed.

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My lastest purchase in our neighborhood supermarket: ice shaver.

Since our blender works not so well, I decided to buy something manually operated. Along with it, I bought a can of sweet style corn kernels and evap milk. It took me a month to decide if I should get that one.

I am looking forward to using it next week. And no. You would not be seeing me selling halo-halo at the corner of our street :p

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An email forwareded by my former teammate, Mitch:

FW: Amazing Equation

From a strictly mathematical viewpoint:

What Equals 100%? What does it mean to give MORE than 100%? Ever wonder
about those people who say they are giving more than 100%? We have all been
in situations where someone wants you to give over 100%. How about
achieving 101%? What equals 100% in life?

Here's a little mathematical formula that might help you answer these

Questions:

If:
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z

Is represented as:
1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26.

Then:

H-A-R-D-W-O-R- K
8+1+18+4+23+15+18+11 = 98%

and

K-N-O-W-L-E-D-G-E
11+14+15+23+12+5+4+7+5 = 96%

But,

A-T-T-I-T-U-D-E
1+20+20+9+20+21+4+5 = 100%

AND, look how far the love of God will take you

L- O- V- E-O-F-G-O-D

12+15+22+5+15+6+7+15+4 = 101%

Therefore, one can conclude with mathematical certainty that:
While Hard work and Knowledge will get you close, and Attitude will get you
there, it's the Love of God that will put you over the top!

2006-03-31T17:49:00.000+08:00

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!!!

2006-03-30T16:48:00.000+08:00

03.30.06 Thur
3:44pm
LSS: 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.

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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.

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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.

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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."

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Nakakainis yung mga pasaherong hindi sanay magsabi ng "Excuse me" at yung mga hindi nakakaintindi ng ibig sabihin ng bus stop.

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Summer. Yes to sun and wind-burned lips. Also, mouthsores. But I say no to sore eyes.

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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.

2006-03-29T17:22:00.000+08:00

03.29.06 Wed
4:08pm
Music: 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!

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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

2006-03-28T19:15:00.000+08:00

03.28.06 Tues
6:39pm

Hayayay

It'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?

2006-03-27T18:37:00.000+08:00

03.27.06 Mon
6:26pm

Spank U

I 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.