I am a Responsible Filipino...

...because I walk on pedestrian lanes.
...because I stop and sing when the National Anthem is played.
...because I never want to be a traditional government employee - I am a proud private employee. (put down those high brows!)
...because I do not give excessive alms to the poor.
...because I am proud to be a Filipino.
...because I vote wisely and freely.
...because I am respectful to the elderly (except the old man).
...because I hate BIR.
...because I don't bribe.
...because I cannot be bribed.
...because I do not use glutathione soap or however the hell that is spelled.
...because I take time to see and savor the Philippine's best vacation spots.
...even if I forget to pray at night.
...even if I am marrying an American citizen.
...because I would never have botox! Ever!
...because I will teach my future children the Filipino language.
...because I think Jessica Zafra is cool.
...because I do not litter (so much).
...because I carefully put out my cigarette light and throw it in the trash can.
...because I value education.
...because I voted for Raul Roco!
...even if I idolize a British author.
...even if I don't watch Pinoy films. (the indie ones are cool though)
...even if I want to dye my hair green.
...EVEN IF YOU DON'T AGREE WITH ME!

Now you can make your own list. :P

*as inspird by Drilon's 23 and Alex's 10.

pizza

While local TV news shows blabber about politicians changing camps and allies tonight, I find myself getting sleepy. I have not caught up with the right amount of sleep since November 6th. It's the i-can't-sleep-because-I'm-excited and i-can't-sleep-because-i'm-thinking-of-him blues.

Lurve. *sigh*

It was a fun and action-filled more-than-a-week vacation with Max and Mom Elaine. Why did I say action-filled? Because on day 1 (November 7), we all had to rush ourselves from Terminal 1 to Terminal 3 of the Ninoy Aquino International Airport.. To top it off, their luggage got lost somewhere in their long flight from Newark, NJ to HK. They had to put on others' clothes, thanks to Mom and Kuya John.

November 7
Of course my family played the best host to our mother-son American guests. It was my idea to serve them foods, preferably local ones, on the afternoon we arrive in Ligao City from Manila. We had lechon, fresh lumpia, palabok, puto, calamay and to put in some Western touch, we had fried chicken and a black forest cake. And coke of course - which I have reconfirmed is Max's and Mom's favorite. Mom Elaine was asleep the while time and Max retired early for bed. Jetlag sank in, u bet.




November 8
To follow the little itinerary I have prepared before they even went here, we went to the Coastal View Resort (formerly Black Sands Resort) in the Sunday afternoon. Mom Elaine had to back out from the plan because she wasn't feeling well with her swollen feet and a bad stomach. The luggage being lost was all the more not re-assuring.

The tropang C.O. all came to see Max at the Coast View Resort - except for Markie who was busy trying to patch things up with his girl. We all sang the afternoon away. Max did his not-so-own version of Ice Ice Baby. Minutes after singing, he decided to go to bed (jetlag sank in again). That or he didn't give justice to Vanilla Ice's shot to fame. hehe.




to be continued...

Santi-santito

Santi is finally down to typhoon signal #1 here in the province of Albay. But it's still signal #2 in the province of Catanduanes - meaning party without Bongzi mi Amiga - and up to signal #3 in Metro Manila. I pray to all the gods that Metro Manila and the rest of the GMA (Greater Manila Area) is spared of another flood.

We all know that November is a typhoon month here in the Philippines and that typhoons are inevitable. In a way, I'm thankful that typhoon passed our place this weekend and not next weekend or the next week after. It's when Max and Mom arrive and depart. And a bad weather will not ever be the way to go with their vacation.

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In another news, I facilitated Camalig Bank's first ever GCash orientation at the Corporate Office. At least 7 clients came - although the last four came one at a time where I've already explained what GCash is and how they can register. Ahhh, patience Beata.

They all seemed interested except for the other two who had no Globe network SIMs. I hope the Legazpi and Daraga branch peeps be able to follow-up with them and eventually increase our GCash transactions.

I forgot to bring my camera. I wanted to document it as it is our first ever. Manager Jim took pictures from his phone camera though. I hope it comes out good. Goodluck to us in our GCash endeavors!

shoghibots and beabots...coming soon

I'll be blogging more again soon. Max and his mom, Elaine, are coming to visit. It's Max's second and first for Moms. To say that I'm excited is an understatement.

We've pretty much got all the trip stuff/concerns covered. From the fetching at the Manila International Airport to the swanky hotel Max booked for us. I'm excited about the jacuzzi hehe. I have also (finally) reserved our rooms for the Coastal View (formerly *the controversial* Black Sands) Resort in Sto. Domingo where the mom-son tandem will get to hangout with me and my co-workers. Should be fun!

Ohhh! And my new camera that Max bought for me! Yehaa!

Hurraaaay!

*The coffee I had this afternoon at work is still workin' the caffeine trip to my brain. Arg!*

tacos

Sick Sad Little World
Incubus


No, You're not the first to fall apart
But always the first one to complain
You better get careful or you'll compromise everything You are
The world is a drought when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
I'm making a choice to be out of touch
Leave me be he said

Leave me here in my stark raving sick sad little world

I've never had unpaid confidantes
It's more than I would care to explain
But I have an open door policy when it comes to blame

The world is a joke when out of love
Please come back to us
You're all of the above
I'm making a choice to be out of touch
Leave me be he said

Leave me here in my stark raving sick sad little world


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I dunno why I have to call this post tacos. Maybe because I'm craving for it. I did make tacos for the family Monday last week for Pop's 82nd birthday party. They loved it - including the veggie salad.

I miss listening to Incubus. I especially liked their SCIENCE and Make Yourself albums. When I read in a magazine that Marc Abaya of the local band Kjwan, was inspired by Brandon Boyd and Incubus in his music, I wasn't surprised. It was evident in almost all Kjwan songs.

"The world is a drought when out of love."

You stop loving your parents, you lose the best allies in the world. You stop loving your friends, you start losing fun. You stop loving your enemies, you start to not care - you start to be carefree. You stop loving your significant other, think again. You stop loving your significant other after thinking twice about it, you lose a bestfriend.

Don't leave me be "in my sick sad little world."

Last night, on our bus trip to Ligao, I realized that Ate Janet has a secret liking for Pinoy comedy movies - particularly Dolphy movies.

I'd catch her secretly giggling in her comfortable lazy boy chair. She'd look and check if I'm giggling too (as if I like the movie's sense of humor). And of course I wasn't giggling. She looked hesitant to laugh and giggle but what the heck she laughed and giggled anyway!

I have also realized that Pinoy comedy movies have pro-longed punchlines. Now I wonder why they even call it PUNCHlines.

"Beata, nakakatawa talaga si Dolphy no?" hehehe

I need a holiday

It's this time of the year again when I'm getting the hang of everything that are presently happening and wanting something different.

Maybe it's my hair. I should cut it short. It's remained long for months now. Mebbe I can get bangs (or fringes as the Brits call it). Fucks sake. That's it. I'm procrastinating again!

Maybe it's work. I've been beating and missing deadlines this month. I still have one more deadline to beat before the week ends! I also have backlogs to update. Sigh.

Maybe it's excitement. Max and Mom Elaine have already bought their tickets for their November Manila trip!!! I've also booked us our Legazpi - Manila trip and prepared a draft itinerary for their trip. I should be excited!!!

Iron Woman

I have to say this in words hygienic enough for the vain readers out there.

The iron pills I'm taking are doing weird things on my body waste. =) Hygienic much?

A number of things have also been bugging my mind right now:
1. The missing TD certificate and book at work. C'mon St. Anthony, show me what you got.
2. Badger's report that there are no turkeys in Turkey!
3. My not-so-enough efforts to get me to Level 11 on Restaurant City.

I am prioritizing concern #1, by the way.


Ok. I'll be tardy, (what's new?) if I don't get my butt off to to the road now. See yar/

Van Gang

Lemme introduce you to the people I regularly share van rides with. Read: Reguarly - when I'm regularly early for work.

Tiyo Ton - Driver/Owner

He is trying to live up to the saying "basta driver, sweet lover". Tyo Ton works for the National Statistics office and boasts of the NSO's "state-of'the-art" security paper equipment from time to time. I've learned from Ate Janet that Tyo Ton liked my old curly hair. And so to maximize likeness, Ate Janet and I asked him a favor of getting us copies of our birth certificates from the NSO for free! :P

It's a finger thing for the Bureau of Internal Revenue (BIR) group.

The group has 3 regulars and 2 semi-regulars and 2 more non-regulars. The three regulars are Tita France (my HS classmate's (Farra) mom), Miss Tess and Miss Someone. Darn it, I forgot her name.

As if working in the Tax Bureau of the Philippines isn't helping their finances, the three regulars take a weekly turn in selling snacks for the Van Gang and the other BIR-ers. I never miss buying one when i join them but today is an exception. I just made myself look busy by putting on earphones and listening to choons the rest of the trip. It worked ;) Their cheese/pineapple sandwich didn't taste good, anyway! hehe

The two semi-regulars are named Tom and IForgotHisName. I heard Tom once diss the bank where I work for and he lost all respect from me ever since. (As if being a BIR Tax Auditor isn't respect-losing yet!). IForgotHisName is the youngest of the BIR bunch. He is a semi-regular because he is usually always late. Believe me when I say he's always late 'cause I usually share a bus with him at around 720AM when Tyo Ton's van has already left. IForgotHisName, during the whole duration of each trip, would stare at and play with his celly. His eyes are stuck to it and won't even care to move or look up and rest his eyes. He might be watching porn on his celly. Or silly BIR stuff. But no, I peeped. It's Sudoku, pfft!

One of the two BIR non-regulars is a college classmate and my officemate's girlfriend. I used to date his bf, the officemate. Small world, eh. I call her poker face. I call him poker face. Don't ask me why. I hope they smile for even just 5 seconds when they get married. Gorsh, the world needs more smiling faces!

I did say it's a finger thing for the BIR peeps. Yeah, 'cause they're always hurrying up for work to punch in that right pointer finger for time in.

Ate Pong is a Provincial government employee. She always buys 2 sandwiches from the BIR trio. One for her and one for Oliver. Ate Pong is friendly to me. She gives me diet advices which I tend just let it pass to my other ear.

Oliver is another van regular. He thinks he is so hot and he thinks he is more hot by cracking bad sex jokes for everyone. NOT! He is Ate Janet's classmate from elementary. I've caught him a lot of times staring at my legs. The fucker.

Ate Lea is a Non-Uniformed Officer at the Philippine National Police's Camp Simeon Ola. She's at the Logistics department. She seems cool and she's friendly to me too. Like Ate Pong, she gives me diet advices but I think she should try the advices to her daughter first. I'd follow suit if its all effective on her daughter.

They all have a sort of territorial pissing inside the van. A seating arrangement you would say. Tita France is ALWAYS seated on the rear side nearest the rear door. Ate Pong and Ate Leah are always nearest the AC. They are air freaks. Ate Nene, the oldie in the group, is ALWAYS seated next to Tyo Ton. I think there's something fishy going on here, but ffs I really don't wanna think about it. *disgust*

I really don't get it why they have to talk about Ate Nene when she's not around. I kinda like Ate Nene. She has a good sense of fashion, she's fashionably late always (hehe). Maybe it's because Ate Nene is an old maid. FFS. I still don't get it.

Of course, there's Ate Janet and myself who always have the observant eyes for them. We're usually amused by IForgotHisName for just looking too stupid and insensitive and a more observant eye for Oliver's eye who keeps lookin at my skirt and legs. Again, the fucker.

Whew!

I believe in karma.

I believe that whatever we do, good or bad, will be done back to us, one-fold or ten-fold.

Look at Pops. In his younger, stronger days, he was an arrogant man. He always had to see your weak side, but never your strong side. He gets angry at Moms for not preparing the dinner table at exactly 7PM. Little things. He never cared if anyone of his non-favorite people were having problems. He'd say: That's what they get. And he cheated on Moms. Big things.

Look at Pops now. He couldn't breathe, unless through an oxygen tank. Even when with oxygen, he still could not breathe easily. Does his sons and daughters even care? Well his favorites do. Little things. Big things.

But I still wish him good health. Mom's, as martyr as she is, gets tired more with Pops condition than Pops himself.

And it's not a rule to apply to others but to myself as well.

I have done good and bad things and will also be done to me ten-fold, i expect. I'm working on doing more good things to offset the bad ones.

At the end of it all, whatever we do, we should always think not only of our selves but of all the people will be affected by our endeavor.

When you curse, you curse to yourself.
When you put-upon someone, it means you're just jealous.
When you disrespect someone, you disrespect your parents.
When you're paranoid, it means you are guilty.

I really don't know why I'm saying this. Maybe I'm sad.

bummer. i never really finished blogging about Max's trip. me and my lazy arse.

im having a nice weekend. it's moms advanced bday party. her bday is on the 18th - a monday. everyone will be back in the office working so we had it celebrated on a weekend.

everyone, except for kuya tans' family, is here. kainan ala potluck. food was yums. great company. (uhuh)

happy 78th birthday moms!

Noypi

I am proud to be a Pinoy...

...sans the smog.
...sans the trapos. (traditional politicians)
...sans the sensationalized non-sense.
...sans the conservatives.
...sans the pickpockets and snatchers in Manila.
...sans the celebrities running for office.

Now don't tell me I'm a perfectionist!

ART attack

Yay to the M&P for handing me down their AC. They've just purchased a better one so it's automatic I get the old one. :-)

It's up and running as of press time. But one thing needs to be sorted out. It's the decorative X's on the upper part of my bedroom wall. It's open and will let the air pass from my bedroom to the living room through it.

Eureka!

Your friendly venting mechanic thought of something to solve the problem.

I bought illustration board and white glue last night. I also printed out some pics; if only my printer did not ran out of ink. Pfft. I pasted pics to the illustration board and painted white glue over it to get the glossy effect. I measured the decorative X's so I will just have to tuck or nail the boards over them when it's all done.

Here are some of the finished boards. I admit, I may still have to improve them.






Also, yesterday, Jonalyn and I hiked up KawaKawa Hill to just sweat out the Saturday boredom. We also got to ride a horse - all for P15 pesos. We each let a kid join us on the horse ride. The kids we're stoked!

Too bad I forgot to take pics. Mainly because I dont have a camera. Heh.

I did manage to take a pic of the JC nailed on the cross. It's supposed to be a pic of JC with me but one of the Hill care takers was being such an killjoy. "No stepping on the concrete. It's only made of light materials! I'm sure you don't want to pay for it." WTF.

M&M - Day 4

March 16, 2009, Monday

Max is excited - especially because he was a frustrated dancer last night - or something else hehe.

I promised him we'll stay in Legazpi tonight. And i promised him more - he's gonna have a taste of batchoy too! Plus we're having dinner at Megz.

We had to hike up KawaKawa hill first before getting ready for Legazpi. Kawakawa is local term for "cauldron". The hill's top is shaped like one. That's how it's got its name. It's also visible the time we're about to land Legazpi via Cebu Pacific air. The view was awesome.

Max and I got to see all the stations of the cross (you know what I mean right?) Each scene/station is depicted by life-size concrete images of JC and company. We tried to take pics of the stations but more so we tried to enjoy the quiet atmosphere up top. It was around 8:30 a.m. and i think it's the best to go to hill and enjoy everything - the view, fresh air, semi-romantic atmosphere amongst swinging monkeys, fruiting pineapple plants and die-hard catholics wandering about the depiction of the passion of their christ.












But romantic trips must come to a time-out. We had to go home and get ready to go to Legazpi.

It's interesting to note that the movie shown in the bus is another comedy movie - Wayne's World. I think Max liked it.

Remembering my promise to Max, we stayed at the Pepperland Hotel instead of spending the night at Megz's house. It's a nice place. Cozy. It's owned by the Bichara family. The older Bichara has been a long time Congressman for the 3rd district of Albay (where Im from). Now the younger Bichara, AL Francis, took his father's role. It was also quite trivial for me to know that papa and mama Bichara live in the hotel. They are billeted at Room 101 for life. Or something like that.



We had "batchoy" at the Bicol University with my officemates, dinner at Megz's with her family and night out with my Ate's and Kuya's (ate - elder sister, kuya - elder brother).






It was Max's night to experience typical Pinoy fun at night. Good booze, good company but not-so-equally good showband who play not-so-equally good songs. The place was called Ninong's (Godfather's) which, just to relate it with Max, has a Mafia ring in it.

We went back to the hotel with bodies ready to hit the hay. Thank god for twin beds.

M&M - Day 3

Sunday, March 15, 2009

We're supposed to be at the Donsol Tourism Office as early as 5:30 in the morning to catch the first batch of bancas for the Butanding (Whaleshark) Watching. Drinking and singing til 2am (3am for some, you know who you are) didn't help much with waking up early.

After a hearty breakfast which consisted of PB sammich, kape and more kape (yums!), we headed to the Tourism Office via a Tricycle which, to Max's amazement, was able to give room to 8 persons. (see picture below, that's a tricycle - a well-decorated tricycle)



After waiting for 30 minutes for any of the 1st batch bancas to come back, it's finally our turn. In between the 30 minutes, we shot some pics, Francis fell asleep, Max's smoked and smoked some more and I met a police officer whose house is just across our house in Ligao City. He tells me the good news of paying for NO registration fee and the bad news of actually paying for it before seeing him. FFS.






the butanding is somewhere in the water hehehe too bad we couldn't capture the butanding's spots.

After seeing 4 whalesharks and 1 shark (eeek!), we got offa the rented banca at exactly 12NN. It was a good 3 hours of watching and waitin and getting pulled by the other banca 'cause something went wrong with our banca's motor.

Yesh we were hungry. Kuya Dan and wife and aunts served us with seafoods - crabs, shrimps, grilled fish, chopped tomatoes and soysauce dip. Yummsss.

We were ready to leave Donsol after freshening up at 3PM. Thank god we're riding an Airconed Van this time. But heck, Francis was still complaining of the weather. The whole trip Max and Jo-Al conversed of ranging topics as Civil War, Football, Soccer and Jackass while the rest of us slept. And guess what, the movie on the bus from Daraga to Ligao City was Jackass. As if the two men's conversation weren't enough.

We were supposed to receive a text message from Francis confirming about our Sunday night out. No text message came. Max started being grumpy at me. He wouldn't talk and was errr just being grumpy. First time face to face grumpy with Max hehehe GL.

After 30 minutes he is back to his normal self. I think it was after he called the m&pand told them he's alright. Yeah i think it was.

M&M - Day 2

Aloha, Manila! *Never knew the greeting would compliment the hot weather*

Nothing beats the feeling of waking up with the man of your life next to you. Yeah, never mind the heavy legs and the petty snoring.

It was Max's first sight of Manila in daylight. I think he felt kinda ecstatic waking up in the morn. 'Guess the jet lag hasn't kicked in yet. That or the excitement has not subsided yet. So I treated Max to breakfast at the little resto up the 3rd floor - rice, longganisa, egg (longsilog), corned beef (his fave, Ive just learned of that) and kape. Yums, he says.

We tried to clean up the little mess we made on the room - San Mig and Red Horse cans and improvised ashtrays - before we headed to the airport. We took a taxi to the airport that cost us P300.00. I tried to haggle but to no avail. Tsk - taxi drivers getting the best out of my kindness. While doing the haggling, i murmur and tell Max that im haggling 'cause the driver jacked up the price when he should not have. (Trivia - Pinoys love to haggle) I look at the taxi meter and swear at him under my breath! This is why I hate Manila so much. *fumes come out of the ears and nose* People take advantage of other people who are either too kind or just too foolish.




Yeah, so much for the taxi ride. We arrived at the Ninoy Aquino International Airport (NAIA) Terminal 3 P300-poorer but excitement and nervousness-richer. In two hours Max is gonna be meeting the family - M&P, sisters, brother and the nieces and nephews.

And ^5 to Ice for making me giggle when I saw a certain local TV star named Rayver Cruz. hehe

My sister Megz and her family we're all waiving at us at the arrival terminal. I remember Megz tell me that she had to actually "look" for me among the throng of the arriving passengers. Blame it on Max. I was walking behind him and he kinda blocked Megz view of me. hehe.

Usual Hi's and Hello's. "How do you find the Philippines so far?", asked Kuya Mike - Megz's hubby. I think that was Max's first encounter with that question.

And off to Ligao City we went to meet the M&P. Moms was all smiles and sported her signature laugh while being introduced to Max. To say that she is excited is an understatement. Pops, of course, only receives guests in his sanctuary. He talked to Max while breathing on his oxygen thingie. It was a good first meet. I was beaming with pride. The M&P like him; that's positive.



After a quick lunch and the usual hi's and hello's and stares from the curious neighbors, we headed to Jilly's house to (1) show Max what a "Pasyon" is and (2) persuade Jilly's pops to let us go with the daughter to Donsol and see the whalesharks. Pffft. "No can do", said the little-bit-buzzed father. Note: "Pasyon" is the singing of the Passion of the Christ in strange and sometimes liquor-ey fashion.



We arrived at Kuya Dan's place at around 9-ish after a long and rainy jeepney ride. We actually had to hire a jeepney to take us to the place. I worried about Max being so quiet. He was holding my hand extra tight. Something must be wrong. Must be the jetlag. Yes, it was the jetlag. So I let him get some sleep after he promised to join the group in the karaoke sessions downstairs.

True enough, he joined. Everyone had a good time drinking and singing and singing some more. There was this one drunk guy who tried talking to Max in "carabao" English after which I only ended up translating his words for Max. English to English translation. heh.

I retired to bed at around 2am but Max, Dante and Tofer were left downstairs. They actually talked - wtg Kuya Dan and Tofer. I didn't bother ask what the topic was about. It's either women or booze. hehe

And yes, Max had his 2nd (or nth) "How do you find the Philippines so far?" question that night.

M&M - Day 1

Day 1, March 13, 2009, Friday

After a quick drop by the office to leave more instructions to Kristian and Michi (for less SMS and calls while I'm taking my leave), I leave Legazpi at 1:40PM via Cebu Pacific. In fairness, the stewardess this time has an impressive American English accent. They conducted the usual plane games which of course I gave not a frack about. I'm meeting Max in 9 hours, FFS!

Heh, Manila. I go straight to the Shalom Hotel (your Christian home in Manila)to get the room I have reserved for me and Max the day before. Room wasn't bad. I paid PhP1,745.00 for it. Yeah, not bad. I just spent 3 hours watching TV and trying to take a nap (to no avail of course, mebbe coz im excited).

I leave the hotel at 7PM to meet up with my good friend April at the Mall of Asia. We had a Japanese dinner at Yoshinoya; it was yumsss. We basically caught up with gossip about our equally good other friends and college classmates - who's breaking up with who, who's relationship is on the rocks, who's just died, who's having a kid (and yeah no one's getting married yet)- and talked about what will be happening in the next few hours. Woohooo!

And off I am to the NAIA1 Terminal - the old aiport. I kinda wonder why they have to use the old terminal for International flights. The two other terminals are swankier. It's not so impressive especially for the tourists coming in. I also kinda wonder why I have to think of the terminal/airport problems of the Philippines when I really shouldn't. Mebbe I'm really nervous. Oh wait, I've told you that already.

It's about 10:15PM and the Japan Airlines flight from Tokyo should be arriving any second. Where the fook is the airline??? And the magical TV screens flashed the word ARRIVED after the JAL flight. Oh yeah! So i moved from the seats to stand up near the sign that says "ALL PASSENGERS WITH FAMILY NAMES ENDING IN JKLM LINE UP HERE". So being the good follower that I am, I stood there and waited.

Hello, it's already 11:30PM and no Max has come out of the terminal yet. Arg. I had the "wanting-to-poo-out-of-nervousness-and-excitement" feeling. Where is Max??? Megz (my sister) was calling me non-stop to check if Max has already arrived. She was excited for me and the Maxness.

And out comes Max - in his Legend of Zelda shirt and his big jacket and big sling bag and big beer belly. No words were said but the tight hug said it all. It was the best feeling - finally meeting someone you think the world of. We hugged some more on the taxi going to the hotel. I tried showing him the Manila sights at night but was kinda afraid to do so coz im not so familiar with Manila.

We caught up on long wanted snuggles and talk (not typed chats). Wow, Im finally talking to Max in the flesh not on webcam or mic or mainly webcam hehehe. Its the most amazing feeling i tell you.

And went to bed with thoughts on the meeting-the-parents day tomorrow. Wish us luck. =)

It was Friday the 13th in a non-horror light.

nagbabagang balita

*squeezes bloggies cute arse* *i miss you bloggie*

it's relieving (emotionally and financially) to know that Pops is back home from his one week stint in the hospital. i've been very sad and errr grumpy the past week. i think i deserve this weekend and just spend it home and get some rest - as opposed to the last two weekends spent in the hospital attending to the old man and going to the office to discuss a topic on banking policy. in fairness, it was a fruitful week. what with pops not having to breathe through artificial oxygen for 3 days already. yay!

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jillykins and i also represented the Bank during Divine WOrd College of Legazpi's (DWCL) Jobs Fair at their college quadrangle. We interviewed about 16 applicants - 5 are for further interview by the HR Officer. Not a good turn-out really compared to last year's Jobs Fair organized by Bicol University (my alma mater). Let it be noted that DWCL didn't even bother giving out snacks to their guests. It would be a good (Christianly) gesture on their part if they did so. Let it also be mentioned that last year Bicol University gave snacks, lunch and t-shirts to the participating companies. Not that i'm turning down DWCL but wtfg Bicol University!

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it's Valentine's Day tomorrow.


So fucking what???

god bless my calcium-less body

...or my third world, slant-eyed existence. (thanks Deej for your creative writing)

...or my curly hair accentuating my equally curled thoughts on some really bended issues.

Yeah it's the Deej-Noah saga I am talking about - where the two have had their own faults and some more random and unnecessary musings.

In fairness to Deej, I have been most unbiased in handling the situation. I've heard his side. I've squeezed myself of all influence to get the two of you reconciled.

In fairness to Noah..err actually I have been not fair. I made clear to him his faults. I had to enumerate like a Catholic girl reciting the litany of the saints. (Have mercy on us and other bs...)

And yes, like the freakin Catholic that I am, I've washed my hands and spared the trouble of sorting other things out which gave birth to this infamous saga. Because I had to be fair.

But whatever happened to Fedora's laments? Whatever was done about his complaints? He was promised an immediate action on the matter but if it takes months we may have to edit the meaning of immediate. Fed is one of our most intelligent members and now he doesn't come back because he was disappointed. Been made to look like a fool (his words exactly).

Oh fairness where for art thou? You may have been fair to Noah and Deej but what about the others who came in to have fun and get lashed out because they were fat (i say healthy), boring (i say educated), chatters when shit's hit the fan (i say concerned) or yes slant-eyed (i say Asian) or just plain connected to the other erring party? Why talk about the Noah-Deej issue when we cannot talk about the Fedora issue?

If this was a workplace issue, someone must have been laid off.

It this was a racism issue, someone must have been banned. (Hey what happened to the new site rules I drafted?)

Yeah. Justice for Fed. I would bring out my anarchistic attitude and slogans but is it worth fighting for really? Do you fight farts with squirting guns? Do you stoop to the level of the obscene? Will you let decency suffer at the hands of the unworthy?

fracking capital NO.

P.S. It's sad to say goodbye to the one place you held dearly in your heart (as opposed to people who would use it (lemme borrow Max's line) to ask peeps to show their asses and tits, insult members and not really do anything worthy for the site but just plain bs in general.) Sad truly, innit?

But then again you'd think...

*Drum beats*

*Friends...how many of us have them? Friends...ones you can depend on. Friends...*

que pasa contigo?

Stop...
When the church bells clank.
You have to pray the Angelus
And make Satan all jealous.

Stop...
When the flattened, uniformed man
does his usual disturbing hand
and body gestures like a shy clam.

Stop...
When the three-inch heel starts to wobble
And make yer knees and toes wiggle
Didn't I tell you not to haggle?

Stop...
When moving on hurts.
Ye can be a li'l masochistic
Lest your fragile heart burts!

Stop.
Relax.

ALL-AMERICAN

1. the merkin football

max promised that when we meet he is going to explain the american way of playing football. sweet

all i know is that merkin football is all about one BIG team with BIG and able bodies trying to stop another BIG team with equally BIG and able bodies from getting an ikkle football to get to the other side.

basically, BIG bodies touching/rubbing each other.

touchdown, BIG time.

hehe.


2. the merkin diet

it's friday and it's one of those last day of the workweek lunchbreaks spent in the office. sumptuous topic for the day: merkin obesity.

"how come americans get fat when they eat too much rice?"

"they have salad."

"yeah with MAYO."

"they have sammiches."

"yeah with MAYO."

it's the mayo.

not quite so, max disagrees. "it's in the processed grains.". eating monotonously. while the filipinos have a diversified diet - veggies, seafood, poultry, cattle.

god bless the american diet.

riding in cars with sissies

kumusta naman kaya ang bagong taon?

aysus.

kahapon papuntang opisina, sumabay ako sa car ni ate janet kasi libre na ang pamasahe at wala akong car. 'yun yon eh. sumama ako kahit na kasama rin nila yung ex-bf ng ate gem ko at yung pesteng tatay nung ex-bf ng ate gem ko.

gusto ko lang malaman kung sya ba talaga tatay nung mga anak nya. kasi kung pumutak sya, para syang babae - babaeng pakialamera at tsismosa.

punyeta. nagjeep na lang sana ako.

nung martes naman, nakasakay ako sa bus galing Maynila. hanep sa amoy sa loob ng bus - balot, mani, suka at suka. OMG! at parang hindi pa talaga kumpleto ang malas ko, may lalaking lumipat sa bus namin kasi yung pesteng bus nila ay nasiraan. may dala syang dalawang kahon na may lamang tig-isang manok. pansabong ata. gusto ba naman isuksuk sa may paa ko yung mga kahon! ano ako "cock cuddler"? matalo sana sa sabong mga manok nya!

at sabi nang nagjeep na lang sana ako.

ay isa. nung isang gabi pauwi, may nakasakay akong magkasintahan. kulang na lang dilaan nung babae yung tenga nung boyfren nya! tingin ko nagbubulungan sila ng malalaswang salita sa isa't isa. Yucks.

syet. nasa jeep ako nun.