Saturday, January 31, 2004
thank the big guy up there for small blessings
i am thankful that i can reach the middle rail of the mrt.
this text message made my week
a friend was asking how to change a flat tire:
"um, one last question. which direction do the bolts unloosen? is it counterclockwise?"
yes ladies and gentlemen. counterclockwise.
the tire was successfully installed and now she owes me a beer. :)
"um, one last question. which direction do the bolts unloosen? is it counterclockwise?"
yes ladies and gentlemen. counterclockwise.
the tire was successfully installed and now she owes me a beer. :)
Thursday, January 29, 2004
getting the hang of
work.
i'm doing pretty okay. my body clock is set already but dang. i will never get used to the mrt. or maybe i don't want to.
i don't want to look like most of them who stare blankly into space. that's why when somebody on the train comments, i comment back. keeps things interesting.
sigh.
dx6490.
more when i get online at home. am just borrowing a pc.
oh, and makati is such a small place.
i'm doing pretty okay. my body clock is set already but dang. i will never get used to the mrt. or maybe i don't want to.
i don't want to look like most of them who stare blankly into space. that's why when somebody on the train comments, i comment back. keeps things interesting.
sigh.
dx6490.
more when i get online at home. am just borrowing a pc.
oh, and makati is such a small place.
Saturday, January 24, 2004
now i sad
my sister left some comments. she says my little banshee seems to be looking for me. i sad.
leaving that baby behind was one of the things i had to contend with when i accepted this job. i've been taking care of her for some time now and i miss her very much, along with the boys.
i only hope she recognizes me when i come home.
naiiyak tuloy ako.
Friday, January 23, 2004
Thursday, January 22, 2004
mrt blues
i've been taking the mrt for the past what? 4, 5 days? and so far, this is what i have observed:
...if you're lazy, join the rush hour crowd. all you have to do is stand up and lo and behold, the crowd picks you up and you move without budging a muscle;
...everybody smells good at 7 am;
...chivalry is not dead. i have been asked to sit down a number of times;
...very few people make eye contact;
...wearing blouses is a bitch. my blouse popped open because people kept jostling me;
...the very same crowd that got my blouse open covered me up;
...people tend to walk very fast, even during non-rush hours;
...wearing sandals to work is good practice. wearing heels in the mrt is plain painful.
...the so-called yellow tiles are not yellow;
...the mirror tiles make it possible to look up a girl's skirt (a friend pointed this out);
...i am a very patient person. several people are still alive despite having pushed my face practically against the door;
...girls are more vicious than guys;
...only 1 out of 10 people smile back at you if you smile at them;
...if i could change the world, empty carriages would pick up passengers in quezon avenue.
sigh. dx6490 dx6490 dx6490 dx6490 dx6490. this is my mantra.
...if you're lazy, join the rush hour crowd. all you have to do is stand up and lo and behold, the crowd picks you up and you move without budging a muscle;
...everybody smells good at 7 am;
...chivalry is not dead. i have been asked to sit down a number of times;
...very few people make eye contact;
...wearing blouses is a bitch. my blouse popped open because people kept jostling me;
...the very same crowd that got my blouse open covered me up;
...people tend to walk very fast, even during non-rush hours;
...wearing sandals to work is good practice. wearing heels in the mrt is plain painful.
...the so-called yellow tiles are not yellow;
...the mirror tiles make it possible to look up a girl's skirt (a friend pointed this out);
...i am a very patient person. several people are still alive despite having pushed my face practically against the door;
...girls are more vicious than guys;
...only 1 out of 10 people smile back at you if you smile at them;
...if i could change the world, empty carriages would pick up passengers in quezon avenue.
sigh. dx6490 dx6490 dx6490 dx6490 dx6490. this is my mantra.
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
this is why i'm working for the next 4 months
this is why. the kodak dx6490
my favorite bayaw says the resolution is better than his ultra-super-high-tech-top-of-the-line-thousands-of-pesos-worth nikon.
this is why i wear decent shoes, decent clothes, and take the mrt everyday.
it had better be worth it.
but i am not opposed to it being a gift. :D
and that is all i'm going to say about that.
Saturday, January 17, 2004
panting butas at bacon
overheard conversation:
girl1: nagpunta nga si ___ sa bahay ko, nakita niya na yung mga panty ko butas na at wala nang garter. sabi niya libo-libo daw ang kinikita ko tapos di pa ko makabili ng panty.
girl2: eh bakit hindi ka bumili ng panty? maganda yung mga victoria's secret na panties.
girl1: hay naku! hindi mo ko mapapabili ng branded na panties no!
girl2: bakit?
girl1: basta! alam mo yung mga tig-50 na panties sa landmark? yun!
girl2: eh yun yung mga naba-bacon di ba?
girl1: bakit bacon?
girl2: kasi parang bacon na yung garter! parang sa brief.
onlyguy: may kilala nga ako na hinihintay niyang ma-bacon yung brief niya eh. para magkasya.
i sat there wondering if they were aware that they were talking loud enough for the girl at the next table to hear. they left after a while. but they got me wondering. madali nga bang ma-bacon ang mga binebenta sa landmark?
moral of the story: never sit alone at a table when the next table is a foot away from you. you're bound to hear things.
girl1: nagpunta nga si ___ sa bahay ko, nakita niya na yung mga panty ko butas na at wala nang garter. sabi niya libo-libo daw ang kinikita ko tapos di pa ko makabili ng panty.
girl2: eh bakit hindi ka bumili ng panty? maganda yung mga victoria's secret na panties.
girl1: hay naku! hindi mo ko mapapabili ng branded na panties no!
girl2: bakit?
girl1: basta! alam mo yung mga tig-50 na panties sa landmark? yun!
girl2: eh yun yung mga naba-bacon di ba?
girl1: bakit bacon?
girl2: kasi parang bacon na yung garter! parang sa brief.
onlyguy: may kilala nga ako na hinihintay niyang ma-bacon yung brief niya eh. para magkasya.
i sat there wondering if they were aware that they were talking loud enough for the girl at the next table to hear. they left after a while. but they got me wondering. madali nga bang ma-bacon ang mga binebenta sa landmark?
moral of the story: never sit alone at a table when the next table is a foot away from you. you're bound to hear things.
my feet fell off
i walked about 5 kilometers yesterday. no kidding. went for a medical exam. my blood pressure and pulse rate rose and the nurse who was taking them asked, "malayo ang nilakad mo ano?" i had to nod. sigh.
funny thing about it is that as i was walking feeling tired and blue, my defense mechanism kicked in. i started singing "sunny days, sweeping the clouds away...." yes. the theme from sesame street.
it freaked me out at first. but i kept on singing just the same. actually made me feel better. sigh. sigh. sigh.
funny thing about it is that as i was walking feeling tired and blue, my defense mechanism kicked in. i started singing "sunny days, sweeping the clouds away...." yes. the theme from sesame street.
it freaked me out at first. but i kept on singing just the same. actually made me feel better. sigh. sigh. sigh.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
the powers that be are not so cruel after all
after posting last night my sister and i went out. we went to the bar to celebrate my getting a job. yes, a job.
we started out slow because we had to serve. there was a reggae band and man, that guy (his name is badjao) is probably bob marley reincarnated. anyway, around 11 we started dancing.
the band wrapped up around 1230 and another band picked up the slack.
people started leaving around 130. we had the bar all to ourselves. me, my sister, my sister's boyfriend, an artist, the bar manager, our jester, the lead singer of daluyon and the part-time-student-part-time-cashier. we got wild. :D
we closed the bar and started singing. then we got up on the bar and danced. before we knew it, it was 4 am.
we went home a little before 5. i was dead drunk but happy. and i seemed to have exchanged jackets with someone.
all in all a fun night. probably to make up for the day.
i happy today.
we started out slow because we had to serve. there was a reggae band and man, that guy (his name is badjao) is probably bob marley reincarnated. anyway, around 11 we started dancing.
the band wrapped up around 1230 and another band picked up the slack.
people started leaving around 130. we had the bar all to ourselves. me, my sister, my sister's boyfriend, an artist, the bar manager, our jester, the lead singer of daluyon and the part-time-student-part-time-cashier. we got wild. :D
we closed the bar and started singing. then we got up on the bar and danced. before we knew it, it was 4 am.
we went home a little before 5. i was dead drunk but happy. and i seemed to have exchanged jackets with someone.
all in all a fun night. probably to make up for the day.
i happy today.
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
i really should have stayed in bed
was depressed last night and i didn't really want to get up. but we seldom get to do what we want.
so i got up.
had errands to do today. had to have some affidavits notarized, finish making another affidavit, file a motion for reconsideration, get my nbi clearance, pay my phone bills and be the all around errand girl.
finished the affidavit. then my sister said there was a shoe sale, 40 percent off.
off we went. we couldn't find parking along session road so we had to go to sm. then i saw some cops. they were apprehending somebody. i looked at the plates and realized, to my horror, that we were next. number coding. my sister, the honorable prosecutor, started laughing.
sigh. strike one. i did get to pay my phone bill though.
went home to pick up the affidavits. passed by the nbi. i was told to come back next week. my name generated a hit.
HEYNG? strike two.
went to file the motion. printed the address on the envelope wrong. somebody punched holes in the original copy of the motion. oh well. forgot the motion i was supposed to file on my dad's table. had to have it picked up. but it got filed.
and if that's not strike three, i'm going to scream.
went to the bar and was cooking spaghetti when i ran out of gas.
STRIKE FOUR!!!!!
sigh. should have stayed under the comforter then maybe i'll get up tomorrow and find out that it's finally my day.
haaaaay. buhay nga naman.
so i got up.
had errands to do today. had to have some affidavits notarized, finish making another affidavit, file a motion for reconsideration, get my nbi clearance, pay my phone bills and be the all around errand girl.
finished the affidavit. then my sister said there was a shoe sale, 40 percent off.
off we went. we couldn't find parking along session road so we had to go to sm. then i saw some cops. they were apprehending somebody. i looked at the plates and realized, to my horror, that we were next. number coding. my sister, the honorable prosecutor, started laughing.
sigh. strike one. i did get to pay my phone bill though.
went home to pick up the affidavits. passed by the nbi. i was told to come back next week. my name generated a hit.
HEYNG? strike two.
went to file the motion. printed the address on the envelope wrong. somebody punched holes in the original copy of the motion. oh well. forgot the motion i was supposed to file on my dad's table. had to have it picked up. but it got filed.
and if that's not strike three, i'm going to scream.
went to the bar and was cooking spaghetti when i ran out of gas.
STRIKE FOUR!!!!!
sigh. should have stayed under the comforter then maybe i'll get up tomorrow and find out that it's finally my day.
haaaaay. buhay nga naman.
Tuesday, January 13, 2004
di ko na matiis
hindi ko siguro dapat isulat ito dito. pero kailangan ko magkwento. dun sa mga nakakaalam at nakakita na kay c, alam niyo naman siguro kung gaano namin kamahal yung bata. gusto ko lang maglabas ng sama ng loob.
nasabi ko na nakatira na si c sa bahay. di ko nasabi kung bakit.
eto ang kwento niya. sana paglaki niya, maintindihan niya kung bakit dito na siya nakatira sa amin.
adopted siya.
akala kasi nung mag-asawang kumupkop sa kanya, di na sila magkakaanak, kaya nung may ipinaalagang bata (sa madaling sabi, ipinamigay) sa kanila, kinuha nila.
2 years old siya nun. di pa marunong magsalita. di marunong kumain ng kendi. di takot sa dilim. umiiyak lang pag gutom. di marunong kumain ng ice cream. di malikot. tahimik.
iniwan kasi siya ng mga magulang niya sa isang tiyahin. e nagbebenta lang sa palengke yung tiyahin niya kaya di naalagaan. kaya naawa lalo. naghanap ang tiyahin ng ibang mag-aaruga.
nung una, masaya silang tatlo. mabait siyang bata. masayahin. guwapo pa. sino ba naman ang hindi matutuwa?
tapos, nalaman nila na buntis pala ang mama niya. natuwa yung papa. pero simula noon, napabayaan na yung bata. magkakaroon na kasi sila ng sarili nilang anak. sarili nilang dugo.
naging mabagal ang progress ni c. pero ok lang kasi bago lahat ang mga nararanasan niya. naintindihan namin yun. medyo bulol pa siyang magsalita. pero napakatalino nung bata. at magaling kumanta. at malambing. pero sa amin lang. kasi kami lang ang nagpapakita ng pagmamahal at pag-aaruga na dapat sa kanya.
habang lumalaki siya, lalong nag-iiba ang pagtingin at pagtrato sa kanya ng mga "magulang" niya. kasi nga, may iba nang bata. parang hindi nila siya anak. pati yung mga katulong, di siya itinuturing na anak nung mag-asawa. tanga kasi sila.
naawa kami kasi mabait siyang bata. pero sa mga mata nila, wala na siyang nagawang tama.
tingin nila sa kanya mahina ang ulo. para hindi na siya kulitin, parang pinabayaan niyang ganun na lang. dati marunong na siyang magbasa. ngayon, ayaw na niyang magbasa. sasabihin na lang niya na di niya alam. para wala nang mahabang kwento. o di kaya para lambingin siguro siya. hindi ko alam.
dumating ang panahon na ayaw na nung "papa" niya na dun siya sa kanila. kasi daw, natututong gumawa ng masama yung nakababatang kapatid. ginagaya daw siya. tangina. ni hindi nga bumabawi yun kapag sinasaktan siya nung mas bata. iiyak na lang siya. dahil hindi napapagalitan yung isa. siya lang ang mali. siya daw ang nakatatanda. siya ang umintindi, kahit sinasaktan siya. di nila naisip na bata din siya.
nung nalaman namin na ayaw na siya dun, nagpasya kami na dito na siya tumira. ayaw nung mama niya, pero nasunod yung papa. dahil sabi niya baka daw lumaking tarantado yung nakababata.
buti na rin siguro. dito, lahat ng tao mahal siya. hindi siya pinapabayaan. malinis siya parati at hindi tanga yung mga kasama namin sa bahay. marunong silang mag-alaga ng bata. at marunong din silang maglambing. gaya namin.
sana lang hindi pa huli ang lahat. nakikita ko siyang nalulungkot dahil malayo yung mga kapatid niya. pero wala kaming magagawa. hindi na namin siya ibabalik. tama na ang nagawa sa kanya.
hindi sila masasamang tao. hindi lang siguro sila marunong umintindi. o di kaya madamot sila sa pagmamahal. lalo na sa hindi nila kadugo.
hindi ko alam. basta lahat kami dito nagpasya na lahat ng pagmamahal ay ibibigay. at tuturuan din namin siya kung paano magmahal.
at paglaki niya, sana maunawaan niya kung bakit ang mama at papa niya ay nakatira sa ibang bahay. at dito na siya sa amin.
nasabi ko na nakatira na si c sa bahay. di ko nasabi kung bakit.
eto ang kwento niya. sana paglaki niya, maintindihan niya kung bakit dito na siya nakatira sa amin.
adopted siya.
akala kasi nung mag-asawang kumupkop sa kanya, di na sila magkakaanak, kaya nung may ipinaalagang bata (sa madaling sabi, ipinamigay) sa kanila, kinuha nila.
2 years old siya nun. di pa marunong magsalita. di marunong kumain ng kendi. di takot sa dilim. umiiyak lang pag gutom. di marunong kumain ng ice cream. di malikot. tahimik.
iniwan kasi siya ng mga magulang niya sa isang tiyahin. e nagbebenta lang sa palengke yung tiyahin niya kaya di naalagaan. kaya naawa lalo. naghanap ang tiyahin ng ibang mag-aaruga.
nung una, masaya silang tatlo. mabait siyang bata. masayahin. guwapo pa. sino ba naman ang hindi matutuwa?
tapos, nalaman nila na buntis pala ang mama niya. natuwa yung papa. pero simula noon, napabayaan na yung bata. magkakaroon na kasi sila ng sarili nilang anak. sarili nilang dugo.
naging mabagal ang progress ni c. pero ok lang kasi bago lahat ang mga nararanasan niya. naintindihan namin yun. medyo bulol pa siyang magsalita. pero napakatalino nung bata. at magaling kumanta. at malambing. pero sa amin lang. kasi kami lang ang nagpapakita ng pagmamahal at pag-aaruga na dapat sa kanya.
habang lumalaki siya, lalong nag-iiba ang pagtingin at pagtrato sa kanya ng mga "magulang" niya. kasi nga, may iba nang bata. parang hindi nila siya anak. pati yung mga katulong, di siya itinuturing na anak nung mag-asawa. tanga kasi sila.
naawa kami kasi mabait siyang bata. pero sa mga mata nila, wala na siyang nagawang tama.
tingin nila sa kanya mahina ang ulo. para hindi na siya kulitin, parang pinabayaan niyang ganun na lang. dati marunong na siyang magbasa. ngayon, ayaw na niyang magbasa. sasabihin na lang niya na di niya alam. para wala nang mahabang kwento. o di kaya para lambingin siguro siya. hindi ko alam.
dumating ang panahon na ayaw na nung "papa" niya na dun siya sa kanila. kasi daw, natututong gumawa ng masama yung nakababatang kapatid. ginagaya daw siya. tangina. ni hindi nga bumabawi yun kapag sinasaktan siya nung mas bata. iiyak na lang siya. dahil hindi napapagalitan yung isa. siya lang ang mali. siya daw ang nakatatanda. siya ang umintindi, kahit sinasaktan siya. di nila naisip na bata din siya.
nung nalaman namin na ayaw na siya dun, nagpasya kami na dito na siya tumira. ayaw nung mama niya, pero nasunod yung papa. dahil sabi niya baka daw lumaking tarantado yung nakababata.
buti na rin siguro. dito, lahat ng tao mahal siya. hindi siya pinapabayaan. malinis siya parati at hindi tanga yung mga kasama namin sa bahay. marunong silang mag-alaga ng bata. at marunong din silang maglambing. gaya namin.
sana lang hindi pa huli ang lahat. nakikita ko siyang nalulungkot dahil malayo yung mga kapatid niya. pero wala kaming magagawa. hindi na namin siya ibabalik. tama na ang nagawa sa kanya.
hindi sila masasamang tao. hindi lang siguro sila marunong umintindi. o di kaya madamot sila sa pagmamahal. lalo na sa hindi nila kadugo.
hindi ko alam. basta lahat kami dito nagpasya na lahat ng pagmamahal ay ibibigay. at tuturuan din namin siya kung paano magmahal.
at paglaki niya, sana maunawaan niya kung bakit ang mama at papa niya ay nakatira sa ibang bahay. at dito na siya sa amin.
i just got evicted
well not really.
c is living with us now and i had to make way for him. and since my room is practically a boy's room, he's at home in it.
there's the cookie monster mona lisa on one wall, the cookie monster thinker on another, the sesame street gang on my mirror, a dragon on another wall, brass chimes with the sun, moon and stars, glass curtain with sun moon and stars, and everything in the room is blue. :)
i hope he comes to love the room the way i have.
and i hope we can give him all the love he deserves.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!"
-dr. seuss
c is living with us now and i had to make way for him. and since my room is practically a boy's room, he's at home in it.
there's the cookie monster mona lisa on one wall, the cookie monster thinker on another, the sesame street gang on my mirror, a dragon on another wall, brass chimes with the sun, moon and stars, glass curtain with sun moon and stars, and everything in the room is blue. :)
i hope he comes to love the room the way i have.
and i hope we can give him all the love he deserves.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!"
-dr. seuss
Monday, January 12, 2004
nating lang
Read Me A Story
this version sung by Zoe (Fran Brill) and Big Bird (Carroll Spinney)
(spoken)
Zoe: Big Bird?
Big Bird: Yeah, Zoe?
Zoe: Ya know what I like best?
Big Bird: What?
Zoe: Learning to read.
Big Bird: Oh, me too.
Zoe: Big Bird, ya know what else I like best?
Big Bird: No, what?
Zoe: When a grown-up reads to me. I wish a grown-up would read me this book, right now!
Big Bird: Hmmm ... well, I know a good way to get them to do it.
Zoe: You do?
Big Bird: Sure, now you're Maria, see? (music starts) So, I bring you my book, and I say ... Maria?
Zoe: Yes, Big Bird?
(sung)
Big Bird: Read me a story
Read me a rhyme
Something that happened
Once upon a time
It can have monsters
Princesses too
Wonderful kingdoms
Make-believe or true
Read me a story
And when it's through
Here's what I promise to do
Read me a story
And when I can read
I'll read one to you
(spoken)
See? You make 'em an offer they can't refuse!
Zoe: If I was Maria, I'd read to you.
Big Bird: Oh, and there she is! Look, you sing her this song and I'll bet she'll do it, okay?
Zoe: Yeah, yeah .... Maria? Maria?
Maria: Yes, Zoe?
Zoe: Maria, I wanna ask you something.
(sung)
Read me a story
Read me a rhyme
Something that happened
Once upon a time
It can have monsters
Princesses too
Wonderful kingdoms
Make-believe or true
Read me a story
And when it's through
Here's what I promise to do
Read me a story
And when I can read
I'll read one to you
Read me a story
And when I can read
I'll read one to you
Please?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!"
-dr. seuss
this version sung by Zoe (Fran Brill) and Big Bird (Carroll Spinney)
(spoken)
Zoe: Big Bird?
Big Bird: Yeah, Zoe?
Zoe: Ya know what I like best?
Big Bird: What?
Zoe: Learning to read.
Big Bird: Oh, me too.
Zoe: Big Bird, ya know what else I like best?
Big Bird: No, what?
Zoe: When a grown-up reads to me. I wish a grown-up would read me this book, right now!
Big Bird: Hmmm ... well, I know a good way to get them to do it.
Zoe: You do?
Big Bird: Sure, now you're Maria, see? (music starts) So, I bring you my book, and I say ... Maria?
Zoe: Yes, Big Bird?
(sung)
Big Bird: Read me a story
Read me a rhyme
Something that happened
Once upon a time
It can have monsters
Princesses too
Wonderful kingdoms
Make-believe or true
Read me a story
And when it's through
Here's what I promise to do
Read me a story
And when I can read
I'll read one to you
(spoken)
See? You make 'em an offer they can't refuse!
Zoe: If I was Maria, I'd read to you.
Big Bird: Oh, and there she is! Look, you sing her this song and I'll bet she'll do it, okay?
Zoe: Yeah, yeah .... Maria? Maria?
Maria: Yes, Zoe?
Zoe: Maria, I wanna ask you something.
(sung)
Read me a story
Read me a rhyme
Something that happened
Once upon a time
It can have monsters
Princesses too
Wonderful kingdoms
Make-believe or true
Read me a story
And when it's through
Here's what I promise to do
Read me a story
And when I can read
I'll read one to you
Read me a story
And when I can read
I'll read one to you
Please?
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!"
-dr. seuss
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