Saturday, February 18, 2006

2005

is perhaps the best year of my life. in terms of career, family, philosophy and relationship. now all i need is the best year of my life in terms of finances and i would've gone full circle.

my friends, i have charged thorugh the year full throttle and i have bumped into the most bizarre of circumstances... i'm beyond quota of my share of emotional turmoils and triumphs in this side of the world.

i asked god to make my life a little more exciting because i was dead bored at the end of 2004. and he poured the entire bucket of snakes on me.

and you know what else? i expect the next two years to be ten times busier than the last. i brace myself for juvenile cardiac arrest.

i may be silly, but i sure am glad to be alive right now :)

yellow cab pizza scam

there's a whole new world of corporate diseases around here, but i couldn't care less as long as i am able to excercise my right to build that proverbial wall of detachment from annoying business partners.

here's the thing... those with meagre production are also the loudest. as if they are compensating for their poor performance by being notorious. understandable if you think beyond the usual horizon like me... they are not recognized in production reports so they make up for their lack of presence by making themselves famously obnoxious.

i wish we didn't order four boxes of yellow cab pizza for those amoeba.

Thursday, April 28, 2005

when bosses are difficult and corporate politics abound, red tape thrives and signatories are always nowhere to be found...

would you ever sacrifice your career for a love? or vice versa?

AND WHY?

Friday, March 25, 2005

via cruzis and much more

there is no week more puzzling than holy week. people of polar opposites make for their own pains and pleasures in colliding worlds. the joyful holies of last year's advent make up for their excesses, the overstimulation of gustatory senses last christmas by starving themselves for lent. the family-disoriented teenagers who embarrassed their parents (and vice-versa) over noche buena let loose their heathen beasts and indulge in dionysiac frenzies in overcrowded beaches.

as for me, i fitted myself in dimly-lit cafe corners and smoky sports restaurants, laptop in tote and notebook on hand to create excel-based files of training monitoring sheets and license tracking records. i have booked five lunch/dinner meetings with candidate leaders for next week and i did the honors of conducting the preliminary interviews and backgroud checks.

i visited my brother's girlfriend in the hospital. i brought fruits. i was happy to inform my brother (who happens to be out of town on vacation) that she recognized me after some arduous attempt to figure out my name. she has massive internal head injury and wasn't her usual self until a couple of days ago. i have finally met someone with extensive amnesia after years of ridiculing telenovelas whose heroines inevitably lose their memories after a little bump in the head. her memories are coming back piece by piece after weeks in intensive care, but my brother to her right now is still just some regular hospital visitor and not her boyfriend. anyway, i went over the mile-long printer feed SOA of medical bills which amounted to well over a hundred thousand already (but the treatments are still far from over), and oriented her folks on how to facilitate a hospital and accident claim on her insurance which she fortunately purchased just last december. she's covered by the company i worked for not more than three weeks ago; at least at that rate, i could extend assistance on administering policyowner service. tomorrow i will bring her flowers.

i have purchased vitamins and medicines for our three adopted stray cats who all seem to be stricken with a virus that makes their eyes water and their mouths froth. and i kept bills for the dogs. i have scheduled two of the cats for neutering. our home service vet has procured diagnostic results of their blood samples.

i adopted another cat, some sort of mangy half-breed siamese (replete with the tabby points and blue eyes), i bet some bastard of a full-breed propagating his species among strays, but it ran away. i think he walked back to crossroads where i lifted him off the ground. our vet said cats walk "back home" within a 5-km radius. crossroads is less than 5 km away from our house.

i watched 6 dvd movies plus britney's las vegas concert in the last two late nights and early mornings.

today, i have been to an accessories manufacturer with designs in mind for a pair of chandelier earrings i plan to don for a wedding in about three weeks. as soon as i log out, i'm heading to the dress shop to have a dress made for the same wedding, something i designed this morning.

i have to do something about all this spare time.

Saturday, February 26, 2005

cebu city charter day in leyte

last thurs, i trade ironies and sarcasms with a monster of a trainee in tacloban.

by noon, with an empty stomach, i dump my belongings into my luggage with a hope to make it to ormoc by the nextsupercat trip to cebu.

at the public utility van terminal, i am met by an anxious dispatcher rattling off in waray that the waiting van leaves as soon as one final passenger gets on board. we all know what that means. least wanted seat.

i squeeze into the small crevice between two middle-aged hombres at the back seat, by butt hanging over the edge. i yell over the music to the driver, asking him to turn up the air conditioning. he replies that it was on maximum cool already.

this is a three-hour trip that would seem like three days.

the man to my right reads the national paper with single-minded determination as he spreads it, turns and rustles the pages, folds and unfolds them, apparently oblivious to the discomfort he is weilding when pages brush against my face or his elbow pokes into my ribs. soon enough, he gives up the effort and dozes off while his duffel bag slips onto my lap every time the van takes a sharp right.

the man to my left dozed off the moment we roll down the thoroughfare. he sleeps with his head thrown back and his mouth open. he snores and he seems to be stricken with halitosis. every time the van takes a left, his weight is pushed into my side and i slide off my little space inch by inch. i am about ready for the lord.

and the lord cancelled all supercat trips for the day.

i drag my luggage to the nearest hotel. in a stupor, i mumbled a request to the concierge to have the bellhop bring my stuff to the room while i eat a 530pm lunch.

i walk to the internet cafe and the attendant tells me that the service provider is down. whatever that means, it sounds sinister.

so i walk back to the hotel in an even blurrier stupor and some scrawny high schoolboy on a motorbike lets out a sudden yell as the two gro-looking high schoolgirls riding behind him shriek in terror. they miss me by an inch on the curb. and as i turn to assess the street, lo and behold, there were miles of space on the bend for him to sensibly make an amateur turn. i yell profanities in their wake. startled passers-by stare at me as i walk the last few meters in a huff.

at least the bath tub is newly-installed.

Monday, February 21, 2005

the seaweed is greener...

i was to be reassigned to home office by march 1 in an arduous attempt to promote me (can you say, expose my obnoxious self to higher ups?).

less than i week ago, i received an offer sheet from a competitor for their cebu regional office.

dare i refuse?

apparently not, as i am printing a resignation letter right here in our tacloban automated center and satellite office. tomorrow i will be mailing this through company pouch. my last blow at exploiting company resources...

if this is against corporate ethics, and i bet prudes out there are ready to wag their bony fingers at me, may i just say that this happens all the time across the industry, so who am i to diverge from the road most travelled???

my last chance to appreciate my mess


good riddance


i am so happy :)))

Friday, February 18, 2005

and so it goes

gee, thanks, antonio vidal.

for posting my unwarranted remarks on that so-called love :p i don't feel so strongly about it, i just have a lot to say about it. wait til you read my mail...

and by the way, i always look slimmer in pictures, even in videos, as fedback by too many of my friends and trainees already. kaya siguro maraming gustong makipag friends saken sa friendster... they are deceived. HR even made this snide remark na the photo i sent for my permanent id seems as if it was taken a few pounds ago. to which i quickly retorted that it was taken two days ago...

you know the claim that the camera adds ten pounds??? the only way it'll be true for me is if i EAT the camera.

sa marunong lang yan mag project... ;)

Monday, February 14, 2005

it's valentine's day. OT in the office and i am bored to tears

this is maje in marriott.


this is me and mia and maje. we're in rizal's house in dapitan.


orange on the steps. do not be deceived.


whatshername and minnie, district convention.


with loryfel in the same district convention.


orange asleep on the upcat ad.


the fishtank in metrocenter.


judge don and bianca being pulled aside by britta.


helga, matt, maia, me and eva in vudu lounge.


my usual haunt at the supercat terminal.


orange hiding under the bush.


i have to get back to work.