Miyerkules, Abril 30, 2008

blog update

Late ko na naupdate blog ko, busy kasi masyado. Ayos din yong energy drink na iniinom ko, talagang nalalabanan ang antok. At parang full of energy talaga na mala gokou na pinaghalong sailormoon ang effect...Stays longer over the night, yebah!



Wala pala ako pasok mamaya, adjusted na yong holiday namin. Labor Day na kasi, wala ako balak gawin boung araw mamaya, matutulog lang siguro at magbabasa ng libro. Meron pa naman akong librong 'di pa nababasa 'yong...“Peksman (mamatay ka man) Nagsisinungaling Ako" ni Eros Atalia. Astig din kasi yong librong yun, sabi ng ilan sya daw si Bob Ong na may lalim.Pero mas gusto ko pa rin si Bob Ong. Iba kasi yong impact ng kanyang 'thoughts' sa akin, kumbaga sa alak, may tama.



Speaking of alak, matagal-tagal na rin akong di na nakakatikim ng liquor (naks sosyalan kunwari 'to), ang huling lagok ko lang ay dalawang buwan na ang nakararaan,dalawang boteng red horse, dalawang pulutan pero mag-isa ko lang. (sad noh?!?)





Malamang maglilinis na lang ako ng pad namin mamaya( general cleaning 'to men). Gagalawin ko din siguro yong laundry na tatlong araw nang tambak, maglilinis nang C.R. ah share ko lang ang colloquial term pala ng c.r ay john. Pero dapat mga kalalakihan lamang ang gumamit nito, ansagwa kasi pag mga gals di ba?


Tapos matutulog ako pagkatapos-malamang.

Lunes, Abril 28, 2008

nakatunganga sa harap ng monitor...

Habang naghihintay ako ng mai-input na transaction, subukan ko muna magpost ng pictures na nasa files ko.

Ito si tootsie, pinsan ko. Isa sya sa mga favorito kong pinsan, kasalukuyang nasa Italy doon kasi nagtatrabaho parents nya. Pero true blooded pinoy yan, marunong sya konti mag-tagalog at italiano syempre. Kwento sa akin ng ante ko, kinuha daw syang endorser ng benetton kids.



Ito naman ang original nightshifter ng NYBP. (from right) si ate rhea, jan na nasa likurang bahagi, si jhean, si jane si kuya rey na nakatalikod at si kuya jason. Next time kukuha ako ng pictures ng mga nightshifter.



Ito naman ang kadalasang desk ko. Pero sa ngayon nomadic na rin ako, kung anong bakanteng upuan,yun na lang.No choice! atsaka maliit lang ang space ng nightshift, dikit-dikit kami kung magtrabaho.



Ito naman ang mga kakatwang litrato na kuha ng malilikot na kamera. Salamat sa isang kaibigang nagpamahagi ng mga litratong ito.
















Linggo, Abril 27, 2008

repost: last words

“No matter where you stand, the ground you walk on is our binding cord, the magic carpet of life. Someday, I will come to you and you alone, and say thank you for all that you have given me. With love, I will return.”
I walked slowly along the corridors, feeling very moment, just like I wouldn’t see this place again. I wasn’t alone, I knew, but I could see were mannequins belonging to the faceless crowd. It’s weird though, but they seemed to share the same sentiment, the same burden, and the same pain. Or, at some point, the same grief, engraved in their blank stares.

I held the walls for support, thinking that I might regain the strength that had seemed dried out from me. There were thousands of why’s and how’s that flooded my mind that day. Somehow, I didn’t notice that I was already standing at room 8. I reached for the doorknob and surprisingly, I felt cold against my hand amidst the scorching heat of the summer wave.

I felt that I needed to take all the air before I could enter the room as I told myself. This is her last day.

“H-hi!” I smiled, bearing the biggest smile I could ever paste onto my face. I got so much to tell her that was all I was able to say as a big golf ball blocked the words down into my throat.

“Why so sad, mar? Did you miss me?” She whispered as she smiled, unable to speak louder because of the tube attached to her nose.

It always surprised me how she could read my mind. I am not a good actor and she knew it. Instead of answering her, I busied myself arranging the flowers. I couldn’t bear to see her like that.

It’s been a month since Trina was diagnosed with cancer of the blood. Unfortunately, we had discovered it by accident. It was our anniversary then and we decided to celebrate it with non-profit organization of dancing enthusiasts where Trina was a member. We thought of it as an exciting experience since it was both our first time of sharing our own blood. I was talking to an old friend as she went to a medical assistant to have her blood test first. But when I got back to her, she just told me that she’s not feeling well.

“well, I just guess this blood-donating thing is not for me,” she smiled but I knew there was something wrong that I needed to know. And I was right.

“ I-I’m sorry,” I said shakily as she opened the door of her apartment. I tied to be calm and strong for her but as soon as I saw her, it seemed that a floodgate was opened and the tears in our eyes never stopped falling as we cried in each others arms.

“Stop what you are doing, god damn it!” she yelled at me even she wasn’t supposed to. I stirred and turned to obey her.

I sat by the hospital bed slowly but never raised my eyes to see her. I kept staring at the white sheets that covered half of her body and, of course, the different tubes that were attached to her only-God-knows part of her body.

I loved staring at her but this time was different. I took all the courage in me to lift my eyes for a moment just to see her eyes getting wet. It is alright, my angel. Soon you will find another dancing partner and ill see to it that she will be good enough to pit up with your both-left- feet,? she laughed slightly. And the other moment, she put her hands to my chin and lifted it gently. It as supposed to be a joke and I could have laughed at it when done at normal circumstances. But the situation was away from normal. This time was entirely different. When I met her eyes, there were shapeless emotions that until now I would never understand.

”Hey, could you still remember when I taught you how to dance in college? And you not only passed your dancing class but got a 1 for it?” She uttered.

Something stirred deep in my gut. Some unexplainable things were going to fly into my mouth and would make me cry. But I would not let it so; I needed to be strong for her. I would simply have to say, yes, so I nodded, fearing that I might cry aloud when I opened my mouth.

“That was the time I fell in-love the very first time?” she said.
“Huh?” it was more of sound than word.

“I said I loved you the first time I held you in my arms,” she said, raising her voice a little bit. I wanted to keep looking at her because I never wanted to take my eyes away from her, even if it pained me a lot. But I couldn’t bear the honesty that was painted in her eyes. Another something stirred into my gut anew and I thought of taking my eyes away from her. But I breathed deeply and sighed, amazed by the courage I could show to the girl I’d love but who was just waiting for the slightest wind to put off her candle.

“ I love you, so much,” I said as I smiled amidst the pain inside of my heart. I stroked her face gently. She held my hand softly as she kissed it gently.

“Always remember, that in every wind that touches your cheek is a kiss from me”. She said under her breath.

“Now, would you do me a favor?” from somewhere deep inside came a devastating urge to make me cry but I should not, I promised to be strong. I would merely nod to Trina- --an assurance that I would do anything just to make her happy even for her last day.

“Would you please hold me very tightly and dance with me” she asked. I held her hand tightly, which was so thin- far from the powerful hands that once belong to her-and gave it a little squeeze.

”No, mar,” she said, “really hold me, next to me.” I was very, very careful not to touch anything-the tubes and the kind- as I got onto the bed with her and put my arms around her. I held her arms and hummed our favorite song.

“THANKS, MY ANGEL. I LOVE YOU.” Those were her last words.

I walked slowly along the corridors, feeling every moment, just like I wouldn’t alone, I knew, but at that very instance, all I could see were mannequins, all I could see were to the faceless crowd. It’s weird though, but they seemed to share the same sentiment, the same burden, and the same pain. Or, at some point, the same grief, engraved in their blank stares. I held the walls for support, thinking that I might regain the strength that I had seemed dried out from me. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew from outside the building. I felt it stroke my face, my eyes, and my lips. I closed my eyes and felt a pair of lips kissed me. A realization snapped me back to reality.

“Always remember, that in every wind that touches your cheek is a kiss from me.” T-trina… I whispered to myself and as I reached the wall, dam of emotions poured. Barriers were broken. I cried.

ako, at ang kape.

Maaga akong umalis ng pad ko ngayon, nakatulog naman ako ng maayos eh atsaka linggo kasi ngayon baka madaming gumigimik yun pa ang magcause ng traffic. Pero nung dumating na ako sa Ortigas Centre. Himala! ang linis ng kalsada walang masyadong humaharurot na sasakyan.

Bale dalawa yung gate entry na aming building, sarado yung nasa bandang harapan. Doon pa naman ako dumaan, since sarado napilitan akong dumaan sa tabi ng building namin--parking lot! tapos 'saka ako tumungo sa likuran, may guard pero tulog. Pumasok ako dala ang isang boteng C2 lemon.

Kinuha ko ang tumbler ko at kumuha ng isang sachet ng nescafe coffee.

Habang lumalagok ako ng kape, binisita ko muna ang aking blogsite. May nagcomment, si bossing. Alas nuebe pa lang so meron pa akong natitirang oras para mag-blog. Nag-iisip ako kung ano kaya pwede ko maipost ngayon, then i come up with it. Habang nagbbrowse ako, nagtext yong frend ko noong college, nangangamusta, muntikan ko nang maibuga yong kape na nasa bibig ko...linsyak! ngayon lang nagtext 'kala ko patay na ang gago! So nagkamustahan kami over the text. blah-blah-blah blah-blah. Hangang sa sinabi nyang matutulog na daw sya. Tapos!

Paubos na yong kape ko, ok lang meron pa naman akong extra dyan. Ang sarap mag-isip habang nagkakape, naalala ko tuloy yong pinag-aralan namin nung college pa ako tungkol sa kape. Marami daw itong benefits sa katawan ng tao, pwede nating maiwasan ang diabetes, parkinson's disease, at colon cancer. Mood uplifter din daw ito kaya 'pag feeling mo eh stressed kana try mo mag-kape. May taglay kasi itong antioxidants na tumutulog para puksain ang pathogens na maaaring magcause ng sakit sa katawan ng tao. Ang sabi pa ng titser ko nadiscover daw ang kape sa Ethiopia noong 9th century. Sa ngayon malaking tulong ng kape sa akin, pag inaantok ako umiinom lang ako ng isang tasang kape para makaiwas sa antok.

Mahilig din ako sa kape, noong nasa college pa lang ako sa mga coffee shops kami minsan makikita. Ansarap kasi magkwentuhan doon kasama ng ilang lagok ng kape. Sa ilang bansa yong tae, yes t.a.e. as in total ass emission o animal dung ang ginagawang kape, kwento sa akin ng isang kaibigan sa U.P.

Next time na lang ako ulit magkukwento. Pagod na mata ko. May ilang entries naman na akong nagawa, ready to post na lang mga yun. Sa uulitin. (huling lagok ng kape)

Sabado, Abril 26, 2008

hapi bertdey ma'am loidz!



Bertdey mo ngayon ma’am loids (loids kasi ang pangalan nya sa akin). Ansabi mo 35 years old ka na, pero hindi naman halata sa hitsura ah (hihirit pa sana pero wag na lang). wala akong nakitang medyo maayos-ayos mong picture eh, kaya naghanap ako sa mga lumang files ng pc, buti na lang at may nakita ako. Ok na yan, mukha mo lang naman ang makikita sa blog ko hindi naman katawan mo. (awtch!)



Anyway, tumaas na ranko mo ngayon ah, kumbaga sa school eh ‘teachers pet’ ka na! pero ikaw yong pet na nangangagat ng amo-minsan. Hehe.
Noong una kita nakita, akala ko masungit ka aba’y totoo pala pero mabait ka alam mo ba yon? Nakikita ko talaga sa iyo yong total dedication sa work mo, astig! Salamat sa pagtrain sa akin.

Hmm.. napapaisip tuloy ako kung ilang bertdey mo pa kaya ang maabutan ko dito sa new york bay phil. Baka isang dekada pa kaya? (hmm..that will be remain to be seen). Isa ka lang naman sa mga trainors ng new york bay ang nagtiis sa akin, pilyo man akong bata pero nakikijam ka pa rin sa kabulastugan ko.(feeling mo kasi belong ka sa age group namin?) Marami akong natutunan sa yo,kala mo ba? (seryoso, kahit ilang beses ko na tong nabanggit ditto sa blog ko…salamat ha)

Basta lagi ka lang confident at cool. At lagi mo pakakaisipin na maganda ka sa panloob na katangian. (wag na kasing humirit pa na maganda ka inside and out, sabi ko sa’yo inside lang eh, makuntento ka na)

Happy bertdey ulit MA’AM LOIDA!!!!

Biyernes, Abril 25, 2008

writer ba talaga ako?


Sometimes, I don’t know what things going around. I maybe a bit paranoia or just freaking out of my mind. As if I am hopelessly living in this strange world. I suppose, life could be difficult just like putting a string in a deep hole without using any, as if you just don’t know where and how to start. But haven’t you thought life could give you bunch of surprises? Well that is may be a life mystery. We are going beyond our perception too much. So, if I were you just keep up the fight. Make your dream comes true and be ready for what the future brings you. I am not good in writing; I maybe have the guts to express my self and thoughts of being into form of writing. Writing could be so cool and interesting part of humanity. Expression is blackened wick that lights shrunken ransomed a little more hopes just like surviving in PEN'S WORLD…the world of writing and literature. I may soon see my self holding with pen alive, yeah!

ofisina




This is how our office looks like when it comes to night. No busy people roaming around each corner, no messengers, no morning staffs, no tease, no coffee break, as in not a usual scenario for each morning. Ofcourse even some of our computers have break too, so for the next duty computers will resume well again.

I have been working in here for almost three months kung hindi mo matatanong.

love ko 'to


Love needs just two. Its nothing when less than one or more than two. Love is not a feeling, its a thought over feeling. True love is like a chocolate. Even if it melts, preserved sweetness is still there. You just need to keep it and value it. But the irony is; you put the chocolate on a cold place like fridge so it wont just to melt down. But in love,you need to keep it on warm heart. To make it alive. Loving is just letting the pain absorbed by you, perhaps; loving is also curing the pain of what have had you been to...
-pensucks

Ang Hari...


Ang hari…

Dadaan ang hari. Lilinga-linga.
Walang tao.
May hinawakang isang bagay.
Ngumiti sya.
Umupo sa trono.
Pinindot ang makabang buton.
Lumabas agad ang dalawang alila.
Kintab ng sapatos
lalong pinaigting.
Ngingiti. Tatango.
Pinindot muli ang buton. Umikot ang upuan.
Mahina.
Tumayo. Sinipa ang alila.
Dumugo.
Hinawakan muli ang bagay na nagbibigay ngiti sa pilyong hari.
Ngiti.
Tatalikod,lalakad.
Titingnan ang kuko.
Okey pa.
Saka mananalamin.
Ayos na!
Tumungo sa pasilyo.
Kukuha ng kopita.
Alak.
Tubig.
Lalagok.
Muli ngingiti ang bruha.
Titingin sa kawalan.
Tumingin sa sarili, ayon sa repleksyon sa gintong kopita.
Ngingiti.
Babasain ang labi.
Pungay na ang mata.
Nalaglag ang luha.
Pinahid ng munting kamay.
Upang walang makakita.
Malamyang aristocrato.
Habulin dahil guapo.
Muling ngingiti.
Ubos na ang alak.
Tumuloy sa eleganteng kuarto.
Inalis ang kapa.
Tiningnan ang sarili.
Marami ang nagtataka sa ugali ng hari.
Malihim.
Werdo.
Engrata.
Kung ikaw ay isa sa kanyang nasasakupan,
makikilala mo sya!




Miyerkules, Abril 23, 2008

pictures collection




Kung ako ang makakabasa nyan, mas mauuna akong matatawa kesa sa matatae.



Ito naman ang mga precautions na dapat pansinin.

Huwebes, Abril 17, 2008

maglalaho ka din pagdating ng araw...

Masakit pa pala, halos isang taon na rin ang nakararaan mula nang magbreak kami ni (name withheld). Nakita ko kasi sa alternate friendster account nya, andun yong bago nyang syota. Masaya na rin ako kahit papaano para sa kanya pero may ilang bagay na bakas nya ang di talaga totally nawawala sa akin.

Alam kong wala na syang pakialam sa akin sa ngayon, pero alam kong may malaking bagay akong naituro sa kanya kahit papaano. 'Di pa rin talaga mawawala sa akin yong mga pinagdaanan namin noong habang kami pa.

Pero pasalamat na rin ako sa kanya kahit papaano, dahil may mga bagay sa aking buhay ang angking natutunan.Tatanggapin ko na lang ang lahat nang buo at di na kelan masasaktan pa.

Salamat na lang sa iyo kaibigan, ibabaon na lamang kita sa aking alaala hangang sa maglaho ka.

Iispin ko na lang na sa bawat paglubog nang araw, kasalo kita sa pagmamasid sa aking tanglaw.
Nowadays, beauty enhancement has been much rampant compare to years ago. Marami ang nagsilabasang mga "pampa", pampaganda, pampalaki, pampabata, pampatigas, pampaputi, pampatangkad, pampalinaw, at maraming pang mga pampa na maaaring maiugnay sa pisikal na pagbabago.




Syempre, may mga medical malpractice na nangyayari dahil na rin s mga fraud na naglipana kaalinsabay ng pagsulputan ng mga surgical centers para lang sa mga "pampa" na yan.
Teka bakit nga ba natin kelangan maging magmukhang maganda sa panahon ngayon? Dahil ba kelangan o sa kagustuhan?
Ang sabi sa akin dati ng prof ko sa Philosophy ang pagiging maganda daw ay wala sa aking kagandandahang panlabas, suuss... sabi lang nya yun kasi di sya maganda ka'ko sa aking classmate.

Miyerkules, Abril 16, 2008

a walk to remember...




Let the picture speaks itself.

Martes, Abril 15, 2008

AMLA


Our training department head requires us to research about Anti Money Laundering both U.S and Philippines. I tried to browse over the web to search that thing, good help Google gives this information. Information about AML is posted.

Anti-money laundering (AML) is a term mainly used in the financial and legal industries to describe the legal controls that require financial institutions and other regulated entities to prevent or report money laundering activities. Anti-money laundering guidelines came into prominence globally after the September 11, 2001 attacks and the subsequent enactment of the USA PATRIOT Act.
Today, all financial institutions globally are required to monitor, investigate and report transactions of a suspicious nature to the financial intelligence unit of the
central bank in the respective country. For example, a bank must perform due diligence by having proof of a customer's identity and that the use, source and destination of funds do not involve money laundering. United States federal law related to money laundering is implemented under the Bank Secrecy Act of 1970 as amended by anti-money laundering acts up to the present. Many people have confused Anti-Money Laundering (AML) with Anti-Terrorist Financing (ATF). Under the Bank Secrecy Act of USA, Money Laundering and Terrorist Financing are classified into two different categories when financial institutions file Suspicious Activities Reports (SAR) to Financial Crimes Enforcement Network (FinCEN) which is a US government agency. To effectively implement AML and ATF measures, The US government encourages financial institutions to work together for AML and ATF purposes in accordance with Section 314(b) of the USA PATRIOT Act. However, since financial institutions are required by law to protect the privacy of their clients, section 314(b) cooperation has not been generally adopted by financial institutions. To overcome this obstacle, the United Crimes Elimination Network (UCEN) has been established by AML and ATF professionals to achieve this global cooperation goal in compliance with the privacy laws of most countries.

Huwebes, Abril 10, 2008

sino ba sya?

Si Mar ang may-ari ng blog na ‘to. Bente anyos. Ipinanganak limang araw pagkatapos ng plane crash ng Continental Airlines Flight 1713 sa Denver, Colorado Stapleton International Airport taong 1987. Siya ang panganay at bunsong lalaki sa kanilang tatlong magkakapatid. Meron pa syang amang father at inang mother. Isinilang syang normal na nilalang mapa-pisikal man o mental (pero minsan lumuluwang ang kanyang turnilyo). Tatlong beses syang nagkender garten dahil atat ang kanayang ina para papasukin sya sa eskwelahan. Makulit daw sya noong bata at makulit pa rin sya magpahanggang sa ngayon.
Honor student din sya noong nag-aaral pa sya, di lang dahil sa palakaibigan ang kanyang ina sa kanyang mga nagiging titser kundi dahil sa...ummm ano nga ba? Basta yun na yun.

Gusto nya ang gulay maliban sa ampalaya, mahilig syang magbasa at magsulat kahit saan (i.e pader, upuan, c.r, lamesa at higit sa lahat sa hangin), at ease din sya sa panonood ng talk shows habang nakaplug ang earphone ng mp3 sa kanyang tenga.
Noong highschool sya malaki ang kanayang interes sa mga multo, tikbalang, 3rd eye, dwende, kapre, white lady, paranormal, fortune telling at basta tungkol sa mga di-pangkaraniwang bagay pero ngayon tanging ang mga nabanggit na lamang ang may interes sa kanya.

Wala syang interes sa online gaming pero adik sya sa pagba-blog.

Ang sabi ng kanyang mahal na ina at ilang piling kaibigan guapo daw sya bagama’t madali nga lang syang mauto. Mahilig din syang manlibre at magpalibre, so kwits lang.

Hindi nya natapos ang kursong BSED dahil sa angkin nitong katamaran sa pag-aaral.
Naniniwala din sya na ang dahilan nang pag-aaral ng estudyante ay dahil lamang sa kapiranggot na papel upang may maipakita sa lipunan na may natapos nga, yun lang as in yun lang.

Ayaw na ayaw nya rin ang diskriminasyon sa lipunan. Minsan nangingialam din sya sa mga usapang politikal at sexual, pero ang katunayan bugok sya sa aspetong ito. Kabaligtaran naman nito ang pagkahilig nya sa kape.

Kasalukuyan syang nagtratrabaho bilang isang office staff na matatagpuan sa Ortigas Center. Isang yuppie na may paniniwalang nabubuhay ang tao dahil lamang sa pera.

Bahala ka na kung paano mo sya maiintindihan at mailalarawan sa iyong isipan. Basta sya tahimik lang at walang pakialam sa sinuman.

Sya ay si ako, ako ay sya.

Martes, Abril 8, 2008

as we live life

Being used to this routine makes us forfeit the true essence of living. We forget that in doing the same thing all over again, in the same old routine, we forget to enjoy each moment, to use the senses, and to truly appreciate the art of living in the unexpected.

Living life to the fullest doesn't necessarily mean that you have to climb mountains, skydive, or rock climb everyday. It simply means enjoying each moment of your everyday lives and looking at each event as a rare moment in time, using all your senses to fully capture each moment. It is then that you'll discover how unique and wonderful the world is, how complex we all are as human beings.

Little everyday events like seeing a baby smile or cry are worthwhile experiences, if only we see them as wonders unfolding right before our eyes. In school, we are offered many chances and opportunities for learning, but some of us just seem to brush ithem off. One should remember that there's no such thing as learning too much; there's always a lot more to learn.
We could also take each experience as opportunities that will never come again. We can't just accept each day as it comes and let it go without knowing we've gotten the best of it. Let it be our goal to have as many memories to cherish for each day of our lives. We don't have to wait for tomorrow to enjoy each moment, to learn to do good, to make new friends.

We should open our hearts now because tomorrow may never come.
Live life to the fullest. Don't fall under the routine monster. Don't ever will yourself to be like robots without time to feel. Use your senses, love those you love, smile with all your heart, and play with your soul, so that when the sun sets, you'll rest with a satisfied heart, knowing that if ever God chooses to take you tonight, you know you've lived your life well and enjoyed it.

Sabado, Abril 5, 2008

abnkkbsnplako?






This is the first book of Bob Ong I have ever read. While trying to take the place of a virtual time machine, this suprisingly amusing literary-album takes the form of a centrifugal narrative piece and gives its readers the refreshing feeling of reminiscing the times of yore --- way back when jeepney fare was P1.00, and when Nutri Bun was the talk of the entire elementary school community. A B N K K B S N P L A Ko?! is a hilarious chronological journey to our past lives as darn kids-students who saw life as a playground and not a battle arena, and who lived their lives day by day, one at a time.

It is a fragile force that captivates the "child" within us, snowballing our own distant memories into a similar, candidly crafted biographical unfolding.

The innocence in Bob Ong's literature speaks well of his rich childhood recollection, with detailed expressions of childish sincerity and naughtiness. The different uproarious misadventures in his narrations represent the relentless struggles of a child, in his state of gullibility, as he discovers life's irony. His down-to-earth, naive and candid language will surely tickle hearts and refresh memories.

Needless to say, A B N K K B S N P L A Ko?! is seen as an appealing collection of childhood anecdotes and reflective-retrospective issues.The book is especially for those who want to go in an inexpensive, exciting, "beside the window" field-trip back to the past. Luggage is extremely prohibited, and snacks are, of course, not included.

foto-fotohan.

Wala akong hilig kumuha ng larawan sa aking sarili 'di dahil sa wala akong itsura o anupaman pero wala lang talaga akon interes para isambulat ang aking mukha. Kung meron man, siguro yun ay ang pagkakataong wala ako sa sarili ko. he-he-he.
Bagaman meron akong interes para kay KAPALIGIRAN

Narito ang ilang kuha habang ako'y nagmumunimuni sa aming opisina:












Kuha yan mula sa 21st floor ng Antel Building dito sa Ortigas Centre.


Sya nga pala, maaga akong pumasok ngayon. Supposedly mga 3pm pa dapat ang pasok ko pero mga around 1 o'clock pa lang nasa kahabaan na ako ng Ortigas Center naglalakad at tagaktak nang pawis ang aking noo. I smell fresh though. hakhak. Pagdati ko ng opisina nagtimpla na ako agad ng malamig na kape na sumakto naman ang templa at sa temperatura, humarap sa computer at pinagdiskitahan ang camera.











Teka, sa tingin mo nasa matino akong pag-iisip sa lagay na yan? o epekto lang yan ng pagkakasalubong na init at lamig? Mag-isip!

Huwebes, Abril 3, 2008

love ko 'to


I have been reading filipino books since highschool. I must say that i once hooked to them, reading filipino books is so much fun to do with.

fotos at work.


This is how our office looks like, busy people at work. Aren’t they?
Next time, i'll try to post pictures as many as i can. (but it doesnt not includ me huh)

Miyerkules, Abril 2, 2008

so i say, and i say so...

We say chivalry is lost, but guys say that the modern woman doesn't possess the "damsel in distress" personality anymore. They don’t see today's women as the weaker sex, but as their equal. Since we are now in an era where feminism is most respected, men do not have any reason to be as courteous as before.Must i say that men and women are equal but different?

Why do guys lie all the time? Because they don't want to hear about the lecture, they don't want to see the dirty look and they don't want to feel guilty of betrayal. Guys lie because they feel that it is unnecessary for women to get all so bitchy if ever they found out that their men went for a drink instead of going straight home. They do not want to get caught having fun while their woman is at home laboring herself with chores.

Men do not deal with household chores because that power falls in the hand of the women. If a guy does the laundry, the woman still complains about the work done even though it was done the right way. The expectations of women regarding how things should be done are so high that men get tired reaching that level.

The role of a father starts with indifference and end with an occasional threat. Since the typical dads are the primary breadwinners, they often miss parts of their children's lives. They seemed uninterested if their kid got the lead role in a play or their daughter joined cheerleading as long as they did their homework and they had good grades. But as soon as they feel guilty for not being as supportive as any parent should be, dads are there as gift-givers, buying their children's favorites, trying to bribe whatever they could do to change their stern and cold image.

Men show the "macho effect" because that's what society tells them to do. Jill Copper said that "the male is a domestic animal which, if treated with firmness, can be trained to do most things." When guys show weakness, people tell them to be a man. When guys show signs of being effeminate, people call them any names associated to gayness and the end result would be guys who are insensitive and physically attuned to themselves. When guys do not know any sport, or cannot defend their girl, people call them pussies and so they seemed too inclined with violence. Guys tend to adjust to what people expect them to become.

Guys rarely show signs of emotion. But the truth is, guys are just scared to show how they really feel because showing it is a sign of weakness. Being cheesy and mushy is not what a typical guy would do. But when they try being one, its either they get criticize for being a "bolero" or suspicions arise because they might have done something bad. Girls don’t take guys seriously when they try to express emotions.

Boys don't cry. That's what we believe but they do. They cry during a loss. They cry when in pain. They cry when they feel bad. But the difference between a woman crying is that they cry just once and that's enough tears to shed. When they're done crying, it would be hard for them to cry for the same reason.

Men and women are not as different as we imagine. Guys, just like women, have a lot of issues to deal with. Guys just don't know the answers to what women really want from them.

So when my officemates tease me, in my mind... i could be much more "macho" than them thinking without any feet to step on.