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Ooh, my legs hurt. Having a holiday in the middle of the week is a relief. Wednesday, instead of being the peak of stress, became the week’s tea break for most of us here in Singapore. Thank you, our Muslim friends! Today the housemates and Paula watched Harry Potter, which along with Kung Fu Panda, Bolt, AND MANY OTHERS, becomes the movie I had slept on. (I tried my best with these eyes, I really did!) Well, if you know me, you know how normal it is for me to shutdown easily.
Things are starting to get normal around the house. Normal, as in everybody has work on weekdays, and beginning to develop a kind of habit on the weekends. I had a good sign for putting up that word—normal—I get 5 hours of sleep max nowadays. (I knew getting 8 hours of sleep in August and September was too good to last!) That, and potentially a solid 10 minutes in the train to Boon Lay.
Usually my room wakes up late on Saturdays; we get up when we begin to get conscious of how cold it is, or when we hear the table getting settled, get the call of nature, or hear a commotion by Janelle and the folks, either because of a new iPhone app, or anything relevant to our life here. All of this while Showtime is played on TV.
On Sundays, five of us go to church service, while the rest obviously do not practice it; let’s not drop names. But I’ll be self-righteous to mention that I go with Ida for it, which is efficient on both our parts in terms of doing moral obligation and keeping in touch. Yes, I always invite her to walk up to City Hall of course. It’s a nice stroll, and a good place to shop.
We have a new addition to the Jade Tower family—our college friend Karlo has recently moved in with us—although not official, because we haven’t talked of the arrangements formally yet. He has been here for a month, and I’m happy to say that all 8 of us live in harmony. Eight and harmony don’t really come together, but it works for us at a success….. I think. Well, key to it is having dinner together. (That meal plays such a good role in bonding!) I think all of us loved the first few days Karlo had been here. The house was always neat when we come home, and he still volunteers most of the time with dishwashing. Well this one has a great impact to me because I used to do it 4 times a week! In 2 weeks, Karlo starts on his new job, and I’m expecting the chores to be spread evenly again.
Gosh, I hate dishwashing. Well, I used to like it until I discovered how delightful cooking is. It takes away your stress for some reason. That’s what other people say, right? Because it really is the case!
We’ve come to the early stages of understanding each one’s routine, abiding so far by the “house rules” we grab out of a light bulb moment. Janelle also thinks we’re on that point of knowing enough about each other that she suggests we do not come up with a wish list for the gift exchange. For Christmas, we will accept something as totally unexpected, marked by what the giver thinks the receiver likes. It was a pretty neat idea, except that we are supposed to invite other non-housemate friends, who naturally don’t know us personally as much. Not quite thinking a lot about that yet....
Well, I won’t have a problem with Jimmy picking my name. Pengeng pera. So Tiano and I are planning/working on the video concept for the folks on December. All I can say is: Ayyyyyiiiiiiiiiii! That's my new word for excitement.
I've been meaning to draft the e-mail, and the teaser, to hype people up but always 5 or 10 minutes later, something will come up that will pull my attention! Ok, so now I'll be writing it. Logistics-sensing first. I hope this becomes a success! Oh drat. My objectives. :| Good to know I have a project manager who is so smart and practical, he will probably care about my work than the actual written stuff I put there. And since we watched paranormal the other day (which we never finished, btw), I've been hella scared to be alone in the house. I stay up late alone, and sometimes wake up in the middle of the night and pretend to see things. Other than that, I really wish I could be home for Christmas. Ok... I'm not saying this because that's what everybody says, but it's starting to sink in, especially it was Bobbie encouraging us to take vacation and stuff. But first to prove my worth! That being said it sucks that I forgot how to make a transport their way. Uhhh..... those freaking buttons. Merry advanced happy happy christmas!
Seems like I can't post to the regular site with the iPad; but sending the post via e-mail is a cool feature! (Wow meaning I can blog from work! Although no fun things do really happen at the office; sometimes they manage to be controversial.)
OK, the light is on tonight because we watched Paranormal Activity and I must admit, I was a little overreacting to a (dumb) movie. That happens when a person is acting brave about it, i tend to get a little coward myself. If everyone was scared, I would've been out there saying it was not anything horrific......oh! Speaking of human behavior, I'm reading SuperFreakonomics, and actually trying to finish up fast because some 600 others are waiting for me inside iBooks!! I'm quite not a reader of paperback but them being available to me felt like a good shift! I'll get some Paulo Coelho, and Agatha Christie, you know.. Those writers who ring a bell. I have no idea what kind of stuff they write. Yes, judge me.
On Friday, we also had our devices jailbroken (is it ok to blog about this? Haha!) Ironic for me because I bought Cut The Rope the night before, only for it to be free for me the next day! At first I was introduced to this "virgin iPhone" concept, but on the verge of jailbreak, I had sudden burst of excitement... you can say that autonomy is the word. The process itself is reversible, and I thought, yes, it was simply stupid getting back to being limited, when you can enjoy thousand of apps meant to maximize your device!!!! It's wrong, and it might be illegal, but come on, for sure I'm bound to break some policies in my life.
We watched The Social Network again, this time at home - on projector! Mark fucking Zuckerberg continues to amaze me. Billionaire at 27. Those hacking skills are just way over the top! It was the kind of movie that made me wish I for my next life to be studying at Harvard. You know, I had this big dream of studying in the States since I was a kid, and especially at Stanford, but I just never got to wake up, obviously. I mean, not that I don't apppreciate my uni, but strictly speaking I just can't see myself wearing a La Salle underwear.
Tomorrow I battle with Excel.... And please Singapore, no more attractive sale! I still dream of Pedder Red shoes. Phew.
Weekend - that's all I ever mention shamelessly. Well, I've been meaning to write the other day.... And the day before that, and actually the week before that, because things I find funny randomly happen. Either I'm not too fast to record, or a lot of people are just close by. I can't write while other people read it as I go (like Aimee); same as when I'd chat (remembering Nilo at the moment, and how the original ROF came about).
Yesterday we spent the evening at the mall; well the agenda was to buy shoes, and that had been always the point since 2 months ago. Successfully, Janelle and myself managed a pair we liked at Royal Sporting House. Of course the weather didn't contribute to the actual goal, which was you know, to run in the morning. All we ever did for Sunday was to eat. Eat now and eat 2 hours later. I'll not be surprised if I blow up 6 months later; you know those people at the company who tell me they used to be like me - a freaking stick - they consider me a stick because they've gained so much "since they entered the company." When I get to manager position I'll definitely be the fatty one.
Again, not that I'm so much conscious of the weight, in fact I am into gaining 10 more pounds, because I can easily peel it off anyway (with my new running shoes). Fatness means prosperity to me, and if having an overload of shrimp and prawn balls in a matter of 4 hours is being fat, then I'm guilty of being prosperous.
Last Monday when Paul asked the question, Aimee and I just answered, "Lazy Saturday!" Tomorrow, when he asks that, I'll say, "Best weekend ever!" Because one of my best weekends in Singapore has already happened. :-)))) I (and the rest of my hmates) had a lazy Saturday. But this was different than the past lazy Saturdays we've ever had. Imagine an all-day quiet unit. A rainy atmosphere. An ENTIRE day of sleeping / resting / TV /... and not questioning each other, "What's the plan today?" I mean, not going out or being pressured to dress up, let alone, SHOWER! Best part is I never got guilty with every second. I'm not that pressured at work, but I felt deserving of it. My wallet felt very deserving of it. I would always have this in the Philippines, but having it in Singapore felt like it was the first time. Imagine two months of always wanting to be active. Yesterday, I was literally breaking off from ANY mental nudge. We had dinner at nearly ten in the evening, just because, we were lazy. We went out to the usual hawker we go to, when we run out of food. Surprisingly the walk was refreshing. It felt like Tagaytay on an average night. Singapore, for the first time, let us feel a Christmas-y cold evening feel! The kind that makes you wish it was permanent. The kind that lets you imagine a lot of WHAT IF's, like if it actually snowed, and the scarves in the closet would actually have purpose... the boots sale at Steve Madden suddenly crossed my mind. And how we would use the same coat everyday because everybody else does it too. And how we would have a coat hanger just like we envisioned in our apartment in Australia. Weather influences thoughts. I just wish Singapore does many nights like that. Of course today (Sunday) I went to church with Ida. Like it was set in stone, we would always conquer more than two stations. Well it's just the second time. Today's highlight was seeing a pervert down at Merchant Road. I don't like to detail it, anyway. It was so gross. The point of me recalling it was to have something shocking to laugh at in the future. Potentially the words MERCHANT ROAD can already do it.
Singapore weather had been ugly the past week. On Monday, Aimee and I left early for work - we were earlier than usual for our sidetrip to Mcdonalds, waiting in line and having breakfast on the bus (which is not allowed, btw). Suddenly in the middle of the ride to Tractor, rain started pouring and I could only think of my laundry, which I finished the night before. We got stranded on the bus stop at Tractor waiting for the rain to stop. Of course, I was the smarter one who didnt bring an umbrella, and I had to stall her also. We were looking at Jim and Amber from afar, and they were soaking wet in their longsleeve polos. They couldn't afford to be late, those new hires. Finally after 10 minutes, we decided, what the heck. Let's brave the fucking rain which would not stop anyway. By the time we reached the island, we were laughing and swearing the fucking weather and describing how completely wet we were. We shared under her umbrella, fully aware we were drenched. I was telling her, if I'd known it was going to be this heavy, I would have brought extra clothes to work. She was like, wouldnt you have likely brought an umbrella instead of extra clothes? I was like, Yes youre right. It would rain everyday and my set of laundry were hung for literally a week, because as it kept getting wet, i kept hoping the following day would be sunny, and the clothes would just dry up. Obviously if youre a hygiene junkie you would have washed the clothes again. Rainwater is dirty water. But let me tell you, once youre at that point trying to decide whether to rework or not, you'll choose the latter.  | Aiyoh! | Oct 16, '10 3:49 PM
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Wow, so it's really possible for me to forget about writing. Writing by it I mean wriiiiiittttttttttinggg. As in long blogs such as what I used to do in here. Now the trend seems to be more photos and less words. Can't do that, I'm not a photo enthusiast myself! Also there is Twitter which I update with every single mood I have. It'll be nice to go back to it 10 years from now and make fun of how I'd lived in Singapore. Twitter satisfies attention-deprived people like me, and I think..... I think it really did a bad job on the new layout. I don't like it. We are 2 and a half months living here and I've never felt so homey! When we went here last June I could actually feel that I was in Singapore. There was a Singapore-y bent with living in an HDB, experiencing cleanliness and efficiency for the first time in a long time. Weeks later we finally moved here, and I already knew what to expect with this country, and it felt like home. My first few weeks there was nothing I would look forward to but getting back to the apartment and relax! Everybody has put on weight, but actually I don't care... sometimes though I could fill the Coke filling up the fats in my stomach - literally - and that what makes me think about getting the first nice rubber shoes; for getting out there to workout. The other night I saw old women doing Tai Chi. I would've joined but you know.. it was a long way back to the basketball court! Besides, I imagined how clumsy I'd look out of the group. I am just a stressful person, and I definitely can't do Tai Chi after a long day at work!! I've not been to the original agenda - beat every cafe in the island! Well, first is that I almost always have an excuse. And secondly, the man I follow on Twitter who loves coffee to the ground, only goes to one place. I've been to it and I'll never go back. It's too classy and it's a hard commute. On the upside, I would almost always be somewhere on a Sunday. It's my "day off". I thought I should be available and in case I bump into this office crush, I'll definitely introduce myself! My friends are starting to complain that I'd always insert my crushes into our conversations - in my defense, they are all relevant - it just pisses them off that they didn't see it coming. Anyway, tonight was movie on projector; we finally have speakers, and it's a SUCCESSSSSSSS!!!!! we definitely enjoyed the vids more! Tomorrow I plan to watch another movie - come what fucking may - I miss normal weekend stuff. To hell with laundry! And who needs properly folded clothes becauseeee I am not an uptight person! I'm not angry! Yes it took me 2 weeks to finish my pile of stuff to iron. 4 AM, is it? I missed the dinner last night with my SI community. It would have been nice to meet the rest of the cast under our senior manager.... the potential people with whom I could create my network. Yesterday afternoon I mailed the organizer to ask if the event was confirmed. For me, the event needed reinforcement, especially that the event was a few hours away. I reckoned he didn't have the confirmed number of attendees in his e-mail last week, but he did have the venue and time.
I mailed the organizer to ask if the dinner would push through, to which he replied: Yes, the event is confirmed and I think I'm quite clear on my e-mail regarding the "finalized details of the event." I think I'm quite entitled to say he was annoying. He could've just chosen to omit his last sentence, and be nice. I wasn't asking a stupid question! I'm annoyed also by the fact that this event wasn't organized through the calendar. That afternoon we left the office early and I decided to get some rest before heading to dinner at 7 PM. I got to it quite late - around 8 PM - only to find out that the venue was wrong! The e-mail invite said "Arts Museum", but the locals I asked told me that the restaurant I was looking for was over at the "Arts House" - a cab away from where I was. Short story I opted not to go because I was going to be impolitely late. Next was figuring out how to go home. Could not take the cab because I was lost in the middle of Bras Basah with no visible taxi stations during the night. I was dropped off randomly somewhere by my cab earlier and I could not pick one up from there also. Neither could I take the bus because I didn't have any idea where to stop. My safest option was to take the MRT, where I was right in front of. Now the problem with going home from Bras Basah is that I have to take a super escalator connecting it to Dhoby Ghaut. I know about this because I went to church last Sunday and this was the route I had to take. From what I remember, it was gonna be a knee-trembling, hand-frozen-on-the-belt experience but I was telling myself, it would just be as long as the one in Serangoon. I got in front of the escalator and my gooood - even if a pool was beneath it, I'd rather not take it still. I have extreme fear of heights. I got home and told my housemates about my misfortune and kept convincing them about the Bras-Basah escalator. I wish I had videod it, but no one really pays attention. I googled and found out I was actually braving 40 meters of height.
Gloomy then sunny Friday after an hour. The organizer did put wrong details of where the restaurant was. I'm now reading his correction, and apology for the inconvenience caused. That was sent around 5.20 PM yesterday, an hour after I left.
If there was anything good from yesterday, that's discovering that my fear of the Bras Basah super escalator was valid and not overreacting. The escalator at the Circle Line was in fact, the longest one constructed in the entire of MRT! Need to find a new church this Sunday. It's been more than a week since I came here. I'm still on the blessed bench at work - it's too good to be true - I'm spending my time reading SAP materials, to at least not be guilty of this extra time. A couple of people already know about my little accident last Sunday. Yes, I drank some doped amount of dishwashing liquid. I took it for lime juice, when I found it on the pitcher and MT absent-mindedly said that the lime juice mix was okay. After tasting it like soap, I thought it was absolutely normal because they were complaining about the soapy taste anyway. Bitch suddenly started drawing bubbles and it hit me. MT was cleaning the stupid pitcher, and the real lime juice was in the ref untouched. I almost wanted to cry thinking about how to un-swallow it, but it's already there in the digestive, sparkly cleaning my intestines. Took a moment for them to burst into laughter, these cold-blooded friends of mine. Well, I seriously would laugh about it remembering the scenario. I guess it's going to be immortal - every time they see a dishwashing liquid, I bet they'll look at me and ask if I'm thirsty. Karma did not take long. Yesterday Janelle showed me her red gashes on the arms and said she actually slipped off the stairs going home. I can't describe how she fell, but Sherwin was doing the moves and I didn't even let him finish - I just laughed like a maniac imagining the fall. He helped her though but not without laughing first. Then there's Paula. OMG, Paula. It would have been total chaos if she lived with us. It's okay. At least I get a different kind of humor when I see her at work. So she said her first few days here were memorable. She was injured after pulling off the cellphone charger, and clumsily hitting her head with the adapter, giving herself a major black eye. I guess it was a full day accident because she talked about buying ice and sleeping and waking up but couldn't open her freaking eye, and being paranoid about blindness. I bet our stupidity has reached our loved ones in Manila. I just wish they don't get blown out of proportion, like someone confirming with me if I had accidentally eaten a bar of soap, thinking it was white chocolate. To more SG adventures - victims left: MT, Des, Sherwin.
So my dentist appointment. I don't even want to count how many anymore. I'm confused because of all the cancellations that've happened. And need I mention I spend 70 pesos on tricycle each time. That's the same fare I pay going to Ortigas. And the dentist's clinic is just 2 km away.
So roughly it was more than 7 sessions. Wow, what a fucking tooth. I should have had it removed in the first place.
So it hurt after a few days I was supposed to get back. I know my dentist is not going to patch it for good with that situation. But, the thing is I'm leaving this Saturday and I need to have it fixed no matter what. I decided I would fake it. It still hurts, so when she's tapping all those equipment of hers I decided not to flinch, so that everything would look fine and she'd pasta it right on.
She inserted a needle and got blood.
Wow. We're not getting done today. I see her again on Friday.
I can't fully describe my experience because for the many hundred times I've been to her clinic, I always close my eyes.
She must have put a large amount of sodium chloride, and assess one more month. Well, I'm afraid that's not happening. I hope my gum heals ASAP.
I also lose my chance at the dermatologist. To be fact I never really trusted my community, but it turns out we have good practitioners here. But it's so useless to go there, I'm afraid I'll just be obsessed. What am I going to do next? Get a tattoo? Probably. But then my friends judge to ask why am I doing all of these things. Well, for fear of regret. I will regret paying 3 times the amount of Philippine ink, if I'll have it done elsewhere. But no rush doing it anyway I can always go back.
I dissed the movie so much last night. It's not to say though that the Last Air Bender wasn't a blockbuster. It's still in the Top 10. Also, I asked my sister to buy a copy of Shutter Island. We've been late on that matter but we're desperate for another mind-boggling movie. It's because it's been revived - we sneaked into the cinema's last viewing, the last 30 minutes of Inception, without tickets. And on the way home we were actively discussing it again with my mother.
I'm so bored. I hope Despicable Me was showing already.
Ok, boredom gone. I missed an important meeting with my manager! Hmm, who else are we missing to tell anyway? I told my old man Sebastian about it, and guess what he replied to tell he's married as well! I'm truly happy for him. I hope soon fatherhood lessens his cheekiness. Hehe.
Everyone I know is getting married. Well, you have Paul who's engaged. Who's next? REALLY?
Hurrying up to the office. Waaaah!
Janice: Pangit ba tignan pag nakaganito ung pantalon?
Cris: Hinde.
Janice: Emo?
Cris: Wala nang mag-iisip sayong emo ka! Tanda mo na e!
Cris: Ba't ka naka-skinny jeans?! Emo?!
Allen: Jake Cuenca nakaskinny jeans, so emo siya?!
Janice: Oo kaya!
Beth: Sana hindi nyo nalang tinawid ang sasakyan doon!
Janice: Oo nga e. Naisip ko may tatawid nalang para tulungan ka sa groceries, pero di lang ako nagsabi ng pangalan (looks at Allen)
Cris (looks at Allen): YEAH, ALLEN! (Mimics old lady's voice) But Allen...is not being the boy.... that he should be...
Janice: Ano ka? Narrator?
Janice: Hindi ba pwede 'tong shorts ko pangsakay ng tricycle?
Cris: Hindi.
Janice: eh yung shorts mo?
Cris: Hindi rin! Ano ka ba, I would never go out with these shorts. Pagtitinginan ako... maganda kaya ako!
Cris: Ma, kapag ba binigyan kita ng bahay, pwede ko na gawin lahat ng gusto ko?
Mama: Mmm... magmomonthly ka pa rin sakin! Bat ano bang gusto mo? Magtravel?
Cris: Gusto ko mag-aral eh.
Mama: Anong aarilin mo?
Cris: TV!
Mama: Gusto mo magtrabaho sa TV?
Cris: Wag kang mag-alala hindi ko balak mag-artista!!!!
Janice (to Cris): Ay grabe, dun sa sinisimbahan namin, sa St. Michael, yung matandang nagbabasa dun para talagang narrator! Naalala nga kita eh.
Beth: Sino? Paanong narrator?
Cris: Yung parang lector daw nila...
Janice: Yung kapag binabasa nya ung reading, parang "Once upon a time..." lahat talaga ng nakikinig as in, parang kame (strikes a pose as if listening to a bed time story)
Cris: Ang saya!!!!!!
Beth: Anong once upon a time? Wala namang "once upon a time" sa Bible...
Beth: So anong balak mo gawin sa National Geographic?
Cris: Taga-plantsa po ng damit.
Janice: Si Allen tumataba na kakainom ng gatas
Allen: Eh! Ayoko na...ayoko nga tumaba eh!
Memey: Hindi, siempre pag uminom ka, nag-gogrow yung bones mo kaya lumalaki ka rin....
Allen: O, ate! Bat hindi mo naexplain sa akin ng ganun yun!?
Janice: Cris, ang cute nung pantalon niya o, may nakita kaming ganun sa F&H ni Allen.
Cris: Ano itsura?
Janice: Bale, parang ganyan siya na may belt rin tapos yung cut niya sa gilid kamukha nung Zara mo na pants na akin na ngayon.
Cris: Haba description!
Beth: Grabe! Bakit ganito naman ang authorization mo? Lukot na! May magandang bond paper doon!
Cris: Tss... okay lang yan. Mga masa kaya yung nandun sa NBI clearance.. pwede namang sabihin nalukot papunta.
Beth: Hahahaha! Naku sasapukin na talaga kita!
Janice: Yung nagpunta kami sa F&H ni Allen sabay naming nakita ung pants... sabi ko "Ang ganda!" Sabi nya "Oo nga!". Yung lalapit na kami, nagcross pa yung path namin. Kasi ang tinitignan niya pala eh yung sa girls, ako yung sa boys! Hahaha!
Cris (to Janice): OMG! May bago ka na namang pocketbook na ikakafrustrate ng parents mo!
Cris: Mamaaa... coffee....
Mama: Anong ibebreakfast mo? Coffee at kamoteng kahoy?
Cris: Ano bang meron?
Mama: Yun nga. Kamoteng kahoy! Balik tayo sa primitive...
Cris: Ah o sige! Coffee, kamoteng kahoy at katas ng tubo!
Janice: Cris akin nalang yung Coke mo sa ref.
Cris: Okay, fine.
Janice (after a few minutes): Kung hindi mo binigay sakin yung Coke, baka nasugatan ka sa fingers. Kaya buti binigay mo.
Cris: Huh?
Janice: Oo! Kasi when I twisted the cap off, nasugatan ako. Hindi smooth yung surface!
Heard through...
Lady: Oh? Saan ka umuuwi?
Lolo: Sa amin!
Cris (wfh on a call): Thirty minutes from now, this phone will ring and I WANT EVERYBODY TO BE QUIET!
Mama (mocking voice): Is that soooooowwww?
Allen: Ate, ilang taon ka na?
Janice: Twenty.
Allen: Ateeee... ILAN NGA?
Janice: Twenty nga!
Allen: Ay put----
Janice: ANO? Anong sabi mo?!?!?
Allen (humble voice): Put.... Putik!
Janice: Bakit mo sinasabi yan ha?
Allen (humble voice pa din while there's thunder outside): Putik! Kasi uulan, may putik.
Cris: Grabe kayo kaya ganyan si Allen eh. Tinitreat nyo kasi na parang bata! Ako? Ako! Never ko trineat yan na parang bata! Kayo ni Mama ang makulit---
Janice: Ano nga yung sabi mo nung isang araw na palayaw mo for Allen?
Cris: hmm Baby Allen, baket? Peroooo iba yoooon!
Mama: MERON NANG GLOBE WI-FI YOUR HOME!!!!
Cris: Hehe Ma, ang cute mo. (sabay kurot sa cheeks ni Mama)
Janice: Bakit?
Cris: Kung ano-ano kasi pinagsasabe eh.
Janice: Napaginipan ko si Janelle!
Cris: Paano mo naman nalaman na si Janelle yun?
Janice: Eh kasi nandoon ka. Basta siya raw yun, at nasa condo nyo kami, tapos nagpaparty kayo, tapos may misa pa nga e sa malapit. Tapos ang kinis nya raw na maikli yung hair, yung kinis na talaga na parang---
Cris: Inception? So ano raw nangyari sa second layer?
Janice: Pasarapin mo yung ihaw ng steak a.
Cris: Pasarapin? But it's already been timplad!
Janice: Timplad? Past tense ng timpla?
Mama (after ma-umay sa Chuckie): Grabe, three years na ulit ako bago iinom nito!
Mama: Yung Globe Wi-fi Your Home pwede kang mag-internet kahit saang parte ng bahay mo.
Janice and Cris: HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Cris: Ma, ang tagal na nating naka-wifi sa bahay.
Janice: Kaya nga kung saan saan nagtatrabaho si Criselda e.
Mama: Pwede yun yung sabay sabay kayong naglalaptop!
Janice and Cris: Oo nga! Di ba kaming tatlo sabay sabay nagcocomputer?
Mama: Kelan pa?
Cris: Diba nga bumili ako ng router---
Mama: Huh? Sino nagbabayad?
Janice and Cris: IKAW!
Mama: Ito ba yung DSL?
Cris: Oo! Ang cute mo.
Janice: Ma anong ulam?
Mama: Sinampalukan. Hanapin mo nalang yung manok.
Janice: Bakit hahanapin yung manok?
Mama: Eh tinadtad ni Rose yung manok eh! Sobrang liit na niya sa sabaw!
Janice (pagkagising): Si Mama?
Cris: Bum na bum ah! Si Mama agad hinahanap: 'MA ANONG ULAM?' Sabi ni Ramon Bautista yan daw ang words of a bum.
This morning I received a sad slash bad news regarding the apartment.
It burned.
Well...... not really.
We DIDN'T get it. Too much hype had jinxed it. Whoever the owner of it was, I hope he pulls his shit together soon. The owner had a problem where he currently lives and had to use the apartment we were meant to rent.
Well, shit happens.
I told my mother about it and she said we'd pray about it together. Otherwise, we will be nomads, for which case I really don't have a staple backup plan.
This evening my other friend texted to say we did manage to get another unit.
It is unfurnished as I type.
So now she's asking me to enumerate what I can bring to the table. Well, I'm sure of two things: a coffee brewer and an iron. A hair iron.
Well of course I'm excited about new furniture. Always excited. We surfed around Ikea and found this bed that I already like, costing around 300 bucks. Well, I think I'll get that and put off buying a new laptop.
I kinda need my Dad to double my allowance. Not happening!!!!!! My flight fee was a little over budget to start with.
My neighbor, Tita Baby, who went with us to Divisoria already told me she would sponsor me with soap. Additional 2 bars of soap: check. Probable overweight because of soap: check.
On the way home we played Word Relay with her on the car. Too fucking funny. We enjoyed it! Her daughter, Stephanie, was pissed because she kept saying harder words for her to reference from. For me, they were actually witty!
I bought 3 pairs of pants today in each store they kinda went down lower. From 450 then 180 then 150. I feel cheated being in a bargain store but still dispensing variable figures!
We forgot to buy me a stuffed crocodile. Maybe this week. I'm asking my sister and brother to buy me one as a sending away gift. That and of course, I need to watch The Last Airbender with her. It was her favorite cartoon from Nickelodeon, and despite the retarded title she's convincing me it's a good movie. That's how it was with "300", she recalls. Who'd ever thought it was such a kickass film?!!!!
Tomorrow I'm going to Petron for work. 6 AM!!!! I'm opening Outlook in a minute to load.
Next week, will definitely be an SMPC week. I guess I just don't want to miss the water when the well runs dry :(
Well, will have to enumerate errands. I have 5 days! My friend says I should not start with the e-mail thread regarding the house until they've signed on it. She's afraid it will be taken away from us again.
I guess I have to pray harder tonight about it. My favorite mysteries are the Sorrowful Mysteries. But it's Glorious for both Saturday and Sunday, so even if I waited till 12 midnight I would have no choice but to recite them.
I hope to be the most productive person I can be this last week.
I love my team, FCS,so much! :-)
When it comes to innovation, you can trust the Japanese to lead first. In Tokyo, they have a parking idea that saves space by deploying the lots vertically.
I've not been to Divisoria lately, so it's only this afternoon I found out that they have adapted the concept (in a less fashionable way, the cars here don't rotate) and built it in the area I used to know from before. That land used to sit only about 20 cars, but now it can can cater to more than 150! One of the men told us that a Japanese group did come here to help construct the 5-storey building.
The lineup for space goes on slow as much as the time it takes to get back your car after shopping. It's because the cargo lift also runs by very carefully, and the cars can only be retrieved one by one.
Our rate today was 90 pesos for 5 hours. Good enough for the wait and safe parking vs. going around Divisoria and parking unsafely in a random alley!
The truth is that .....
I rarely say t**ina mo... and mean it. I just half-mean it. You know?
Well, if I'm heard saying p***ngina mo, then we're talkin.
The rare times include when I have a headache, and the throbbing pain is just one of the worst ones a healthy person can have. In college I would have it every month.
I had acquired 4 reading glasses to correct it, but none killed the disorder. A year later I discovered Biogesic could actually cure me in half an hour. I guess I was an idiot spending thousands for a placebo.
One of the hardest things in life is living alone and getting sick and having no one to take care of you. Probably 2 or 3 times I have been tormented like this in my life. What I'm trying to say is, I badly need my mother on these occasions!
Usually May is when I get sickly (does it have to do with the fucking moon or something?). I was living in Lumiere, and got the flu. I was feeling the worst in middle of the night, and all I could do was text my mother.
Wow, it makes me think how my other friends who live alone can cope without someone to take care of them when they are sick. Toothache, headache, stomachache.... I hope there was a THS specialist (like ENT hahaha). Well, it's actually fortunate if it's only THS, unlike Paul who got a bloody head off being kicked in football. I would probably need my entire family beside me in that kind of situation!
One time I was actually in the family house but didn't heal right away. Around 3 PM, 7 hours after medication, I was mentally convinced I was well, but I still couldn't move a muscle. We found out it was because my father accidentally swapped the headache pills for the high blood pills. Power of thought only helps after you've done the real thing, I conclude.
When Nicole and I used to be great roomies, she and Peter brought me dinner that time I was sick. So unexpected! I couldn't walk that night so that was really sweet. K, people, enough of the emo. It was a great night. I had a hot soup while listening to..... Frank Sinatra! Frank helped, thanks Frank. I strived to be OK the following day. I know it's possible to get well within 24 hours, so I'm really dubious of people who SL for 2 days when they have a fever. Especially those who put "not feeling well" in their stats for what seems like every fucking day. If you're THAT sick you might as well be dead.
When I was on the plane to Singapore, my stomach suddenly felt like torture. All I could do was text my mother again. I was afraid it was food poisoning and being in a foreign country, it was scary to think I'd be hospitalized: Without enough money!
Getting wet in the rain scares me also. Because I know my body and it can't stand a little rain. Well, today I got lucky.
When I would have cramps in the night, it only takes one aray! for my sister to rush and do something about it. What if I get cramps at 2 AM without anyone? Goodness!
Negative useless thoughts. I'll watch Mock The Week na nga lang.
Dear any kind of virus and THS, please don't attack me. Shielllldddddd!!!! Force fieldddd!!!!
I've been attending these sessions left and right, because I have so much time to do it. I attended 2 for AFF, and found myself feeling a little deprived. Well, it's because they are MY ex-team's refresher trainings: ergo I really don't pay any smart attention because I'm familiar with the topics obviously.
In Edison's training today I was not allowed to recite. In last week's BARRT, my raffle entry was forfeited because Dearly said I was "not deserving" to win. So the DQ ice cream goes to her once I treat her to it. No hard feelings. It means I'm so bright and they are sick of me.
Speaking of BARRT, they have those "BARRTada of the Day" ads after each training. I find it amusing that my teammates spend a great deal of time making sure what gets sent is pleasant; after all, it's commercial e-mail. A lot of creative ideas have been put into making BARRT absolutely exciting, and it makes me proud to know how talented my team is.... hey, I can never forget the Super Mario teaser by Treasury! Though I'm a little disappointed because the first time this was launched in year 2008 I think, I was actually one of the contributors. Now it's depriving to not be a part of something fun. But it's the new hires' time to shine and they are soooo into it and we were boring back in the day, anyway.
This reminds me of a certain person who used to make the Affiliates newsletter from Costa Rica. It was the lamest artwork ever.
Today I bonded with my ex-team; we had pizza and Pepsi. Hmm we were having a good convo but it rained so we got lazy to go out and drink. I love AFF, I wish there were more projects with them, but everybody has moved on, even P&G. Haha. But seriously: Jerwin is the man! I'll miss Jerwin. Thank you, Jerwin Bargas for all the wishes and thought-provoking advice!
For tomorrow I have asked the Pillars to bring on their fiercest headbands. For nothing! Well, it started because Kabby had this headband with a ridiculously big ribbon on it, and I challenged her that I would wear something that would trump it: it's actually my mother's crown when she won the Mutya, for first runner-up. Hahaha. But I forgot it the next day, so I'm pushing this one for Friday. I asked the other girls to wear theirs too, so that the whole pod will look gaga-ish.
Balls!
Headache tonight because I was wet with rain.
I LOVE MOCK THE WEEK!!!!!
Yun lang.
Shet that Frankie Boyle is not in the new ones, but Milton Jones is also death. He's funny because he reminds me of Messi. They look alike, lol
Thank goodness Hugh Dennis doesn't leave the show.
And wtf, Russel wears glasses na????
I hope a friend from the UK gives me a DVD.
Until then it's just Youtube every night! Bow.
Now addicted with series off the web: Funny or Die (reminds me of Clark & Michael also!):
And of course, clips of Mock the Week. Hugh Dennis is death at 0:42!
I hope Ellen Degenres or Dane Cook stages another comedy again. Those two are really, really, witty and funny!
Yihee!
Eminem has written a lot of love songs, only not with typical lyrics (i.e. hate songs for Kim with subliminal messages). And now he mixes with Rihanna: Superb!
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