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Friday, August 29, 2008

eskapo

might as well make my [un]vacation leave interesting and exciting...

so,

Tofer and i decided to visit our good friend Bongzi (Francis) in the island province of Catanduanes and have some f-u-n.

clothes? camera? iPod? celphone? attitude? bloody ready!

we decided to take the tickets for the ordinary seats. it's cheaper; you get to breathe fresh pacific ocean air; and, you get to see the real action. and by action, we mean these:






erm, not so much action with the last one...

I swear i could have taken a picture of the fighting cock (excuse the word) and the crying kids and the PDA lovers but I was too shy to do so.


How to Spend Your Time in Catanduanes:

1. Familiarize













2. Have Fun, Get Drunk...








3. Say Thanks...


BTW, we cooked lunch for the peeps at the staff house for being our gracious hosts. :)

4. Go Home







Too bad, it was only an overnight stay. Had to go home this afternoon for an emergency meeting.

Sunday, August 24, 2008

The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch

I forgot when I started having parties for my birthday. Years before, my birthday used to be a reason for the family to get together and exchange (un)pleasantries. I blame the officemate friends who, on my very first day with the bank, I thought were homebodies - who loved reading books, paint their own rooms green and engage their moms in neighborhood gossip (hahaha!).

I am so fucking mistaken.

And so, because its my (26th but hey yo can skip the age) birthday, there must be a party for the sake of not breaking the tradition.

Friday, August 22, 2008.

Ma'am Geri and Rein's birthday. Free snacks in the office.


Saturday, August 23, 2008.

Beata and Rein's joint karaoke party.


Beata the singer...


Tipsy...


So the VIP Room is good for only 3 hours. Bollocks. Shit. Happens. We had to transfer. And Chick'n the Bar was the best choice. And then, Gian appears (but not so much hehe).

from right:
1. Markie - undergoing identity crisis
2. Francis mi amiga - has found his/her identity
3. Beata - no identity at all
4. Gian - he with the inferiority complex
5. Giovanni - suffers the same disorder as his buddy Gian


we are...we are...


One hangovery morning later, the kids decided to boss Auntie Beth and let her throw a semi-kiddie party - spaghetti-ice cream-hotdogs-barbecue-cake-incident.

We have no barbecue grill. So we improvised!

Mama's shift on the coal...


And then the kids...


And us...


Feliz Compleano!!!


The spaghetti incident....






I wonder how we'll spend it again next year.

It's not even my birthday yet. jeez...

Thursday, August 21, 2008

just because

...because I had fooking cramps yesterday and the tablet of Midol I took seems to have the weirdest effects today.

...because I just came from the wake of a retired Philippine Army member who has been shot 11 friggin' times at close range on different parts of the body and I have just been reminded that my (in)significant other is of the same job description and that he should take extra care all the time.

...because I am listening to my sad songs again and it's making me sad and I should be feeling sad and now I AM SAD.

...because I will be using my new Guess pair of skinny denims I shopped for the past weekend with my sis-in-law and it's something to look forward to. I am size 26 when it is usually 29. wooperdoo!

...because the recurrent earthquakes are giving me my most-needed dose of paranoia. It has been more or less 8 quakes since August 14, 2008. The feeling is worse than Reming hitting the whole province of Albay, I tell you.

...because I am bored. No one at Bleather Labyrinth as of the moment. When Max Shoghi should be home from work right now or Mick warming up his puter for a long night or Jo and Marti popping up to say their "good afternoons" or Ges hanging out in the chatbox (or MSN or YahooMessenger).

...because I have learned that Oniichan has downloaded the full Elfen Lied series. Kin elfiya!!!!


....


Conscience starts to murmur. Looks for a right timing. Screams, "Shut the fuck up, Beata!".

Monday, August 18, 2008

The following is a cut from my Friendster blog. I've written this September 24, 2007.

The Wonderful World of Taxation:

Amusing/Annoying (choose your preferred adjective) Quotable Quotes during yesterday's discussion on Tax Amnesty Law (ehe,nosebleed):

1. You see, we always get what we deserve! - Gov. Joey Salceda to Dra. Ago, on assuring her that the taxes will be used by the government for the people. (for the people of BIR? hehe note: BIR or Bureau of Internal Revenue, the Philipppine's Tax Collectors)

2. Why don't we forget about 2006 and focus on 2007? - Atty. Wilfredo Busalla, and we share the same thoughts. hehehe.

3. And we are going to discuss about this uhh.. RA 93..uhmm..9460..errr...94something... - Congressman Al Francis Bichara, and the crowd shouts, RA 94fucking80!

4. Igwa pa akong number 4. Yaon kaya sa office su notes ko. may #5 pa, su kay Fidel Cu. (In English, I have numbers 4 and 5 but my notes are in the office. Update: I never really knew where I put the notes. Good thing, though. I could have spilled more political foolishness here.)

Politicians...tsk...

But I have to admit, I am now a fan of the feisty, bitchy Tita (Auntie)Joey. Member ka na kan Mean Gurls Club, manay! Welcome! hehehe (In English, you are now a member of the Mean Gurls Club, sistah!)

P.S. Of course you are a taxpayer. The Tax Amnesty Law is about declaring what you haven't declared last 2005 and paying for taxes at a discounted price, thereby helping the goernmentt collect the uncollected (partially nga lang). You come clean, but you are tagged. Hmmm... Smells fishy. So choose: Conscience or Wealth? (Wealth, damn it!) hahahaha!

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Who the fuck is Joey Salceda?

I am pissed to post this pic of his:



Grinning devilishly from left: Vice President Noli de Castro (a newscaster), President Gloria Macapagal Arroyo (or GMA, the namesake of a popular TV station), and Tita Jose Ma. (Joey) Salceda (drag queen/economist/cheeky fucker/my favorite politician/ex-congressman-now-governor). Mr. Salceda comes from our province and has since been enriching himself via venturing in a political career and kissing the tiny arse of our dear President.

His statistics:
150 Million Pesos per term for the last three terms. A term is equal to three years. You do the Math. He does his.

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I'm in a really really sad state right now. I've just blogged about Tita Joey. Tsk.

Saturday, August 16, 2008

I finally finished reading Neil Gaiman's Anansi Boys. It's the story of [mis]adventures of the god Anansi's sons Fat Charlie and Spider who are gods as well but one did not know he was one. A good read I must say. Well, I thought it was boring in the first 100 pages but was addictively interesting in the pages to follow.



Many thanks to the following for making the endeavor possible:
1. The very kind jeepney driver who turned the jeepney light on for me when he saw poor Beata feeling disappointed and stomping her feet on the rather corrosive floor of the vehicle when she sensed that sun has decided to set on her book reading moment.
2. The defective iPod earphones and my usual laziness to replace it with a new one. I've been reading the book instead of listening to my iPod the last two weeks during the bus ride going to and from the office.
3. The uninteresting bus seatmates. I'd rather read a book than talk to them.
4. To all those who in one way or another, good or bad (but 'twas usually the latter's case) who contributed to my reading the book.

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The (PICPA)Philippine Institute of Certified Pain in the Arses Public Accountants has had a successful seminar. It was a two-day seminar, yesterday and today, about new Accounting Standards and Updates on Taxation. I learned something, that's for sure. Sure enough that I have something to report to the bosses on Tuesday.

The bank has shouldered the registration fee. It was a discounted one because, to my great surprise, I (still) am a member of PICPA even when I haven't paid any membership fees for the last two years. I would mind being a member but the officers must love me to include my name in their members list. Comes in handy sometimes. *wink*

The following are the highlights of the seminar:

First, one of the speaker's joke about the Lawyer, the Engineer and the Accountant. The three professionals have been asked in a job interview what the sum of 2 and 2 is. The Lawyer said it was 22. The interviewer was impressed. "Such good lawyer!". The Enginer said the sum was something in between 3.999 and 4.111. "Brilliant, Mr. Engineer!". And then it was the Accountant on the interviewer's room now. As soon as he was asked the question, he grinned, went to the door, closed it slowly and said in a very re-assuring way: "What do you want the sum to be Ma'am?".

Well we all know the Accountant was hired, right? hehehe

Second, the same speaker who gave the anecdote was also the one who called me to answer a question when he caught me doodling something on my notebook. Yes Sir, Yes Ma'am, I was caught doodling my boyfriend's name in my notes. Priceless moment, eh?




It was also a sort of a reunion for me and my college classmates who are fellow CPA's. They were Sonnie (in pink LOL), Jocelyn (in green), DeeDee (in brown) and Kathy (in bright orange). I was relieved to know that we were all still single except for Kathy who, and I've only known of this today, had a kid when we were in college and is now married.






I sowee, the pics were too bright. It was on twilight mode.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

ZzZzzZzzzz

Catnap for an Insomniac

Pixie dust showered unto my shabby state
Non-anticipated lullaby to eternal sleep
Phoenix of the lusty darkness, where art thou?
Come...take a vacation in my snoozy outing
Be the fire to start this infernal silenced combustion
Let’s take a journey into the depths of this narrowed obscurity
My snore speaks of languid excitement
Of disappointment hidden in each heavy breath
Of displeasure en route for an aborted hallucination
Not necessary to wake me up when the band is on parade
Mechanical animation to arouse my subconscious
I long for that libidinous laughter it leaves as it marches
From slumber to pretensions to zombie circumstances

Like a Cinderella from her subterranean siesta...

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Incidentally I have a collection of sleeping peeps, LOL!








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Happy birthday to my college classmate and friend Sonnie Ramos. :) 26 years old and getting balder eh? LMFAO!