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Excuse Letters - Filipino
These are excuse notes from parents (including
original spelling) collected by schools from all over
the country.
My son is under a doctors care and should not take
P.E. today. Please execute him.
-hala! Sige. Silya elektrika at bitay. Sabay pa! O
kaya niyo yun?
Please excuse Lisa for being absent. She was sick and
I had her shot. -pag nag-absent pala papatayin ka
..... siyet! Baka may rabies...
Dear School: Please ekscuse John being absent on Jan.
28, 29, 30, 31, 32, and also 33.
- A grabe to. Nasa kalindaryo pa ang birthday ko
kung ganon. Hahaha!
Please excuse Gloria from Jim today. She is
administrating. - ano daw????
Please excuse Roland from P.E. for a few days.
Yesterday he fell out of a tree and misplaced his hip.
-- hanapin natin!
John has been absent because he had two teeth taken
out of his face.
-bwehehehe... la ako masabi... Bwahahaha! Ganito
kasi yan. Kinagat siya ni Lola sa noo sa gigil. Tapos
nabali yung ngipin ng pustiso niya. Hahaha!!!
Megan could not come to school today because she has
been bothered by very close veins. - Buti pa veins
niya. Close sila. Hahahaha!!!
Chris will not be in school cus he has an acre in his
side.
Please excuse Ray Friday from school. He has very
loose vowels. -ah.....eh....i.....ow....u....
Please excuse Pedro from being absent yesterday. He
had
(diahre)(dyrea)(direathe) the shits. [words in ()s
were crossed out. -Sinabi na kasi LBM na lang e.
Pasosyal pa kasi.
Irving was absent yesterday because he missed his
bust.
- So transsexual pala si Irving?
I kept Billie home because she had to go Christmas
shopping because I dont know what size she wear.
Sally wont be in school a week from Friday. We have to
attend her funeral. - Ala e! Mabuhay ang Patay!!
Mayroong Himala!!!
Please excuse Jason for being absent yesterday. He had
a cold and could not breed well. - stud service ba
yung school nya? baka gremlins siya.
Gloria was absent yesterday as she was having a
gangover. - Ay grabe! Iba na talaga ang mga kabataan
ngayon. Hahaha!
Maryann was absent December 11-16, because she had a
fever, sore throat, headache and upset stomach. Her
sister was also sick, fever and sore throat, her
brother had a low grade fever and ached all over. I
wasnt the best either, sore throat and fever. There
must be something going around, her father even got
hot last night. - hahaha, telenovela... bow.
Makuwento siya ha... Kulang lang sa pansin...
Please excuse Jennifer for missing school yesterday.
We forgot to get The Sunday paper off the porch, and
when we found it Monday, we thought it was Sunday.
- winner to!!!!!!!!!! Anggaling!!!! Puwede rin kaya
sa office ito?
copied from www.wennagirl.blogspot.com
Friday, July 29, 2005
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
SONA
Everyone here in the newsroom was glued to the television waiting for the President to arrive at the Batasang Pambansa to deliver her SONA.
After almost an hour, the President in sparkling blue gown (Filipiniana ba ‘to, basta!). Then immediately she proceeded with her state of the nation address, well, after a long applause from the audience (char ba lang!).
It her fifth and by far the shortest SONA. We were actually surprised when she said “Maraming Salamat sa inyong lahat.” That’s all?!! Well, this was probably the line of those viewers/listeners, including myself, who were expecting her to say something like “Yeah I cheated, so what?” But her speech was “perfectly” composed.
And, she delivered it with simplicity, even when she said we should opt for a charter change. I guess it’s about time we do it, our consti is kinda obsolete na for this age.
There was also the federalism system of government as an option. And almost everyone in that hall clapped (United States of the Philippines yo!). I say ‘almost’ as Sen Pres Drilon remained silent the whole time, poker face eh. When asked why he did not make any reaction he simply said he was listening to the speech “intently” but I say he was praying “intently.” Tsk tsk tsk.
And of course, what way to end a speech than to say thank you and may God bless us. “Let us call on the Lord…ask Him for the grace to make us worthy of His healing our land.”
“Is the world sick?” asked a 4-year-old genuis boy to his father after hearing from someone that the world needed to be healed. The father explained about the war, the sickness, the corruption, etc…The this boy said: “I guess we should find another planet!”
Well, I guess we should “abandon ship!” And where would we go?
After almost an hour, the President in sparkling blue gown (Filipiniana ba ‘to, basta!). Then immediately she proceeded with her state of the nation address, well, after a long applause from the audience (char ba lang!).
It her fifth and by far the shortest SONA. We were actually surprised when she said “Maraming Salamat sa inyong lahat.” That’s all?!! Well, this was probably the line of those viewers/listeners, including myself, who were expecting her to say something like “Yeah I cheated, so what?” But her speech was “perfectly” composed.
And, she delivered it with simplicity, even when she said we should opt for a charter change. I guess it’s about time we do it, our consti is kinda obsolete na for this age.
There was also the federalism system of government as an option. And almost everyone in that hall clapped (United States of the Philippines yo!). I say ‘almost’ as Sen Pres Drilon remained silent the whole time, poker face eh. When asked why he did not make any reaction he simply said he was listening to the speech “intently” but I say he was praying “intently.” Tsk tsk tsk.
And of course, what way to end a speech than to say thank you and may God bless us. “Let us call on the Lord…ask Him for the grace to make us worthy of His healing our land.”
“Is the world sick?” asked a 4-year-old genuis boy to his father after hearing from someone that the world needed to be healed. The father explained about the war, the sickness, the corruption, etc…The this boy said: “I guess we should find another planet!”
Well, I guess we should “abandon ship!” And where would we go?
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
The Freeman’s 86th Anniversary
Sunday: The 10K Fun Run (or a Walk With Mary for the four of us ) attended by professional runners and TF employees
Yeah, I was one of the runners, in the employee category (3K), that is. Not actually a runner but a walker. We joined not to run but to have fun. Still it was exhausting even with only walking the 3-kilometer stretch in Cebu Business Park. But in fairness to the four of us (the last pack of runners) we were also forced to run: everytime we did not see the people ahead of us or when there were cars coming.
After over 40 minutes, we finally made it to the finish line. No awards of course, just pure exhaustion, sweat-drenched t-shirts and why-did-I-ever-join looks.
Monday: July 18, the anniversary itself.
We heard mass at the Cebu Cathedral then proceeded to the Waterfront Hotel for the lunch and the “speech” program (except for some dances and songs from UV Chorale everything else were speeches from columnists, owners, etc).
The best part was, of course,the lunch. But I was really disappointed with the food and the service the 5-star hotel offered. The main dish included tanguege (fish!), the taste was bland. Glad, chop seuy saved the day. There were appetizers and other side dishes which were satisfactorily yummy. But I’d rather sit in KFC and devour its hot and crispy breast chicken than be in that place waiting in vain for stuff they call food. It was past 12 and you wouldn’t be picky at this hour.
The coke. Each was given one glass of either coke or sprite. Of course, I asked for my all-time favorite Coke. The meal had four courses with only 1 round of Coke. Mine was gone during the second course and when I asked for a second round I was given water. I was thinking of Red Ribbon where you get to have a pitcher of softdrinks all to yourself.
Five-star hotels are supposed to impress their guests. But this one, the cup in which my soup was placed had dark smudge in its brim, the table napkin of my seatmate had yellow stains on it, my friend’s fork looked unwashed, most of the chairs’ covers were really dirty, an insect in the pepper, etc. etc. Our opinion editor who sat with us actually published the following day a blind item about all of it.
I can't wait to dine there again. Will the waiter spit on my coke? Or put roach on my salad?
Yeah, I was one of the runners, in the employee category (3K), that is. Not actually a runner but a walker. We joined not to run but to have fun. Still it was exhausting even with only walking the 3-kilometer stretch in Cebu Business Park. But in fairness to the four of us (the last pack of runners) we were also forced to run: everytime we did not see the people ahead of us or when there were cars coming.
After over 40 minutes, we finally made it to the finish line. No awards of course, just pure exhaustion, sweat-drenched t-shirts and why-did-I-ever-join looks.
Monday: July 18, the anniversary itself.
We heard mass at the Cebu Cathedral then proceeded to the Waterfront Hotel for the lunch and the “speech” program (except for some dances and songs from UV Chorale everything else were speeches from columnists, owners, etc).
The best part was, of course,the lunch. But I was really disappointed with the food and the service the 5-star hotel offered. The main dish included tanguege (fish!), the taste was bland. Glad, chop seuy saved the day. There were appetizers and other side dishes which were satisfactorily yummy. But I’d rather sit in KFC and devour its hot and crispy breast chicken than be in that place waiting in vain for stuff they call food. It was past 12 and you wouldn’t be picky at this hour.
The coke. Each was given one glass of either coke or sprite. Of course, I asked for my all-time favorite Coke. The meal had four courses with only 1 round of Coke. Mine was gone during the second course and when I asked for a second round I was given water. I was thinking of Red Ribbon where you get to have a pitcher of softdrinks all to yourself.
Five-star hotels are supposed to impress their guests. But this one, the cup in which my soup was placed had dark smudge in its brim, the table napkin of my seatmate had yellow stains on it, my friend’s fork looked unwashed, most of the chairs’ covers were really dirty, an insect in the pepper, etc. etc. Our opinion editor who sat with us actually published the following day a blind item about all of it.
I can't wait to dine there again. Will the waiter spit on my coke? Or put roach on my salad?
Friday, July 15, 2005
Blogging and blog-hopping.
Recently, I came across with blogs of journalists I only see on TV and read on papers or in the internet (thanks to PCIJ.org/blog). This has really made blog-hopping more fun and informative as these people’s blogs are accounts of the real events behind the stories they report, and their lives (more or less) after work. While reading their blogs I felt like I wanted to delete mine, with all the non-sense I have here, geez.
I’m a visitor who always leaves a comment to someone’s blog hoping to gain friendship, at least in the blogosphere. Who knows I become a friend of Kara David, for example. Well, I haven't come across with her blog though (don't know if she's a blogger too). Or Howie Severino, he's a blogger!
Bloggers rule.
I’m a visitor who always leaves a comment to someone’s blog hoping to gain friendship, at least in the blogosphere. Who knows I become a friend of Kara David, for example. Well, I haven't come across with her blog though (don't know if she's a blogger too). Or Howie Severino, he's a blogger!
Bloggers rule.
Saturday, July 09, 2005
coffee+ghost stories
My hands are shaking, most probably from lack of sleep or the 2 mugs of coffee I drank during the night or probably both.
So I’ve said it. I have no real sleep yet and I’m still at the office, bloodshot eyes and all, since yesterday. For the record, I don’t smell 'that' yet but I admit I’m kinda feeling itchy.
This was unplanned, obviously. Our editor, sensing that there’d be an overturn of events in the next hours after some prominent people and groups have joined the call that the president should resign, asked if some of us could stay, but only for a couple hours longer. I had a special report due the next day, today, so I decided to be a “good girl” for once (I am not obedient to this particular editor).
But the supposedly couple-of-hours-longer wait turned into an overnight stay here in the newsroom.
My fellow reporter suggested we stayed overnight as she, too, wanted to confirm if the president was really here in Cebu (later on the night it was found out it was just a ruse to divert the public’s attention. But she’s due here today, daw.) This reporter was actually assigned at Church beat. Around this time she was still waiting for statements from her dear sources, the clergymen who, as of last night, were tight-lipped on this issue.
So there, we stayed up until four in the morning typing our reports, watched MTV in full volume when we heard some eerie noises in the background, or talked about ghost which were said to have haunted this newsroom. We actually heard a typing keyboard (a keyboard typing on its own, however you say it) from one of the deserted cubicles (others have heard of it, daw.) The newsroom had had a number of occupants, editors, reporters and a photographer, who passed away. Last night was my first overnight here, I heard a lot of ghost stories too like a crying lady in the CR, a man in white T-shirt (not white lady this time), etc. Actually one of the reasons I stayed was to personally experience 'it'.
The president decided not to come to Cebu “to seek sanctuary” so we got no story there. But i was able to make a draft of my special report plus my news story for today as i'm bound to go home and never to return until Monday.
But one I learnt from being awake most of the night, hey who could sleep with keyboard typing by itself and doors banging with no one near them (well according to one of my friends) and all the unexplainable occurrences the other night, was it did not feel good to stay up all night when you have to travel, on a public jeep, on your way back home. I don’t know if I'll still be alive the moment i'll need to say "para." God bless me.
So I’ve said it. I have no real sleep yet and I’m still at the office, bloodshot eyes and all, since yesterday. For the record, I don’t smell 'that' yet but I admit I’m kinda feeling itchy.
This was unplanned, obviously. Our editor, sensing that there’d be an overturn of events in the next hours after some prominent people and groups have joined the call that the president should resign, asked if some of us could stay, but only for a couple hours longer. I had a special report due the next day, today, so I decided to be a “good girl” for once (I am not obedient to this particular editor).
But the supposedly couple-of-hours-longer wait turned into an overnight stay here in the newsroom.
My fellow reporter suggested we stayed overnight as she, too, wanted to confirm if the president was really here in Cebu (later on the night it was found out it was just a ruse to divert the public’s attention. But she’s due here today, daw.) This reporter was actually assigned at Church beat. Around this time she was still waiting for statements from her dear sources, the clergymen who, as of last night, were tight-lipped on this issue.
So there, we stayed up until four in the morning typing our reports, watched MTV in full volume when we heard some eerie noises in the background, or talked about ghost which were said to have haunted this newsroom. We actually heard a typing keyboard (a keyboard typing on its own, however you say it) from one of the deserted cubicles (others have heard of it, daw.) The newsroom had had a number of occupants, editors, reporters and a photographer, who passed away. Last night was my first overnight here, I heard a lot of ghost stories too like a crying lady in the CR, a man in white T-shirt (not white lady this time), etc. Actually one of the reasons I stayed was to personally experience 'it'.
The president decided not to come to Cebu “to seek sanctuary” so we got no story there. But i was able to make a draft of my special report plus my news story for today as i'm bound to go home and never to return until Monday.
But one I learnt from being awake most of the night, hey who could sleep with keyboard typing by itself and doors banging with no one near them (well according to one of my friends) and all the unexplainable occurrences the other night, was it did not feel good to stay up all night when you have to travel, on a public jeep, on your way back home. I don’t know if I'll still be alive the moment i'll need to say "para." God bless me.
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