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!