i like to move it

blame it on will.i.am and the madagascar gang. :-)

i've been meaning to blog about the latest happenings in my not-so-exciting life but it's been busy busy the past week and i've only had the time to blog tonight. besides, shoghi is not online, i miss him :( gotta while away the time.

*fidelity by regina spektor plays in the background*

1. RBAP Symposium (Manila Hotel, November 18 - 19, 2008)

The Rural Bankers Association of the Philippines hosted a Symposium with the theme "Banking on Technology". Guest Speakers were: businessman Jaime August Zobel de Ayala (JAZA), U.S. Ambassador to the Philippines Kristy Kenney and the former Senate President (and future President of the Philippines, as the emcee has boastfully put it) Senator Manuel Villar. Well, the businessman made sense. The diplomat inspired the crowd. The senator...oops I went for a smoke break when he spoke. :-)






Everyone was well dressed and flashed every shining stone they got - which made me love more my social incapacity and my lack of care for socialites and my hate for my know-it-all officemate.

The highlight of the whole trip: PUTTING THE FUCK UP WITH MS. KNOW-IT-ALL'S ENDLESS YAKKING! It was hell temporarily holding office on earth. She bitched about how she loved the bankers' jewelries, wondered how much JAZA's suit and tie cost, wished she was a flight stewardess and shhh-ed me every freakin' time i try to mouth and utter explicits at her. hehehe.

And hey, since we were with each other for two days, i had all the photo ops with her. Pfft. And Boss Geri and Miel of course!











It was also my first plane ride. Feedback: The roller coaster was better! :-)


2. Trainer's Training (Social Action Center, Legazpi City, November 22-23, 2008)

One of the most fun and educational trainings Ive attended, I admit. Kudos to the bank management for thinking up the activity.











to be continued. im sleepy

the ways of the scheming trader

a piso for every dirty look he gives
his client would be unchristianly rich by now
he swears by the spawn of hypocrisy
the man is nothing like the perfect crow

he shalt sail the seven seas
for good ol' bounty and filthy fees
u give him all, he gives u banter
for him that is good barter

haggling begets haggling,
and the stench of deceit
plus the feeling of dissatisfaction
as proof of official receipt

the blur of the moment took the role
as the clear conscience of the business
transact at your own risk, you've been warned...
sense. experience. deal. get unharmed.


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the date says its the 13th of November. But it's actually the 15th. Feliz Compleano, mi sobrino Juan Alberto!

teka lang ha

i want something cleared.

i just wanna know.

will someone tell me why we're not allowed to smile with our teeth out on passport pictures???

dia de los muertos y todos los santos

It's that day of the year when the Catholics, practicing or otherwise, swarm to the cemeteries to visit and remember the dead. It has now been known as a merry-making day as such holiday is characterized by foods (offering for the dead and the err alive), music (singing in the videoke/karaoke til the wee hours of the morn) and families getting together for the occasion. Not to mention the occasional riots and rumbles when people get tipsy and things look blurry.

The remains of the departed members of my family - which includes my real mom, grandpa, grandma and aunt - are kept in one of them apartment/compartment-type thingies beside the city church. It is actually a very strategic location because less people go there and it keeps the anti-social me happy.




This year's celebration was rainy. You can see people lighting candles, laying flowers all under umbrellas. While "hanging-out" there, my nephew, Ace, muttered a line which took me to a strange and contemplative state.

"Why should the good die young?"

Ace is about 8 years old, loves the Cartoon Network and speaks like a grown-up. Such words from the mouth of a young. Clever ikkle bugger.

And the memories of my other nephew named Arnulfo came to me. He died when he was 10 - electrocuted days after a big typhoon visited our place and died in the arms of his mother. It was kinda like Pieta come alive.



He was the sweetest nephew ever. I was only 3 years older than him but even when we were young, he called me Auntie Beth. One Christmas Eve, we stayed up til we caught the oldies bring in Santa's goodies. That was our last Christmas together.

He could've been 23 years old and dashingly handsome if he was alive right now.

So yeah, Ace was right. Why should the good die young?

it's one of those days...

shame on you.

because of all the goodness, patience, understanding and care that I've given you, you repay me with nothing but pain. oh how more sadistic could you be? even the masochist in me surrenders and shatters that glass of serenity.

and then, i charge it all to experience - life lessons and additional strong muscles - to fight the men who are so at home with being pain in the arses of women.

but then again, shame on you still.

the smell of blood and vodka on halloween...

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and...

it's funny how ex-es bullshit you.

*preferential theme intro*

"im moving to the country, im gonna eat me a lotta peaches..."