i confess im an addict. yup! you heard me right im addicted to BOY BAWANG! i think my brain is stuffed with boy bawang i can smell it. hmmmmm.
every night when i arrive from the office and im on to my reading TF or watching TV i always have this cornic snack with me.
then one day i bought a pack of it and brought it to the office and everyone started loving it. hail to boy bawang!
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Tuesday, September 27, 2005
Yehey!
This is one of the breathtaking scenes of TF's startroopers who grabbed the grand prize of the cheerdance competition last sunday.
the people instrumental in their win were sir bhoy, TF's genman (not in photo), and their muchachas, jasmin and yours truly (both are somewhere in the background, definitely not in skirts). Saon! hehehe. si cheerdleader pud diay for bringing the house down even with the absence of her voice (left in Talisay for sure).
and not to forget wengkat for her well-trained stunts, which she used when she was still a he. ahehehe.
and everyone else, the boys and the girls directly and indirectly behind that winning cheerdance. yeah, the choreographer kikay, of course.
this is really TF's year, a take off to victory!
Sunday, September 25, 2005
Faet! (not fate)
one afternoon while i was attending a forum on "3 prisms on a troubled craft" i texted a friend...(the first speaker was already starting his lengthy talk during this time)
to a friend: nah! unsa man sad ni accent sa taga afp oi! grrr
from a friend: unsa diay iya accent ya? grrr ka ron :)
to a friend: murag british ni ya kay afp man
from a friend: huh! sosyal na ang mga sundalo ron nag british accent na! wahaha
to a friend: sundalo ka diha ron! agence france presse! kusniton ko nang bugan nimo og magkita ta ba :) tug-an taka mam serna ha.
from a friend: ay! sowi ya...hehehe
GRRRR
to a friend: nah! unsa man sad ni accent sa taga afp oi! grrr
from a friend: unsa diay iya accent ya? grrr ka ron :)
to a friend: murag british ni ya kay afp man
from a friend: huh! sosyal na ang mga sundalo ron nag british accent na! wahaha
to a friend: sundalo ka diha ron! agence france presse! kusniton ko nang bugan nimo og magkita ta ba :) tug-an taka mam serna ha.
from a friend: ay! sowi ya...hehehe
GRRRR
Saturday, September 17, 2005
SEPTEMBER:
Suave and compromising. Careful, cautious and organized. Likes to
point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn (sounds familiar). Quiet but able to talk well (quiet daw o). Calm and cool (nyaa). Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.
Loyal but not always honest (huh!). Does work well (depende sa work). Very confident (very jud?). Sensitive (no comment).
Thinking generous. Good memory (huwaaat?). Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and travelling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings........ Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.
point out people's mistakes. Likes to criticize. Stubborn (sounds familiar). Quiet but able to talk well (quiet daw o). Calm and cool (nyaa). Kind and sympathetic. Concerned and detailed.
Loyal but not always honest (huh!). Does work well (depende sa work). Very confident (very jud?). Sensitive (no comment).
Thinking generous. Good memory (huwaaat?). Clever and knowledgeable. Loves to look for information. Must control oneself when criticizing. Able to motivate oneself. Understanding. Fun to be around. Secretive. Loves sports, leisure and travelling. Hardly shows emotions. Tends to bottle up feelings........ Very choosy, especially in relationships. Systematic.
Friday, September 16, 2005
wish ko lang!
i feel senti tonight. for the second time, or third, i am misunderstood. thank you!
so desperate to do something to appease myself i texted a friend to have someone who would be willing to listen to me (we always need someone to talk to when we are feeling upset). and i was glad she was just there. thanks to Globe txtnonstop.
still dissatisfied i googled friend+trust+poems and voila a good number of friendship poems appeared. i'm not much of a poem lover but i am really not myself tonight.
this one is quite a poor choice but kinda fitting to my current feeling (i may delete this tomorrow when my old self is back).
what really is a friend? so corny it makes me wanna hit my head with a mouse. anyway, i'm doing this to make me feel better.
taken from a site here's the part of the poem (i cut some stanzas i don't like)
A friend understands you
Without any words,
Stands by you
When nothing goes right.
And willingly talks
Over problems with you
Till they somehow
Just vanish from sight.
That shows you once more
Why friendship is life's dearest gift!
i want to agree but i just can't.
so desperate to do something to appease myself i texted a friend to have someone who would be willing to listen to me (we always need someone to talk to when we are feeling upset). and i was glad she was just there. thanks to Globe txtnonstop.
still dissatisfied i googled friend+trust+poems and voila a good number of friendship poems appeared. i'm not much of a poem lover but i am really not myself tonight.
this one is quite a poor choice but kinda fitting to my current feeling (i may delete this tomorrow when my old self is back).
what really is a friend? so corny it makes me wanna hit my head with a mouse. anyway, i'm doing this to make me feel better.
taken from a site here's the part of the poem (i cut some stanzas i don't like)
A friend understands you
Without any words,
Stands by you
When nothing goes right.
And willingly talks
Over problems with you
Till they somehow
Just vanish from sight.
That shows you once more
Why friendship is life's dearest gift!
i want to agree but i just can't.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
give me a break
Exhausted! That’s what I am right now. The six court stories I had just finished writing drained me and now I’m left with just a few ounce of strength that is not enough to take me home. I really did not plan this. Thanks to my partner who was enjoying his day off while I was stuck with the job supposedly shared by two people. But hey this is the job I chose and will always choose even with the money I make is not enough to last till the next pay day.
I need a cure.
I need a cure.
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
courtroom dramas, i mean hilarity
A few weeks back at a courtroom…
Prosecutor: what is your course?
Accused: Marine Transformation
Reporters: What?!!!! Unsa kono?
Court Interpreter: (as if she heard us) Marine Transformation?
Accused: (nodding)
Charlotte of Bombo Radyo: Feeling spiderman!
Me: Remus Lupin oi ( a character in Harry Potter series that transforms into a werewolf during full moon)
Jujemay: (shocked! And insisted we heard him wrong)
Me to Jujuemay: Hello! Every media person inside the courtroom was giggling except you (meaning we all heard the same answer, except her). By the way, this girl, who is from another local daily, had a crush on the accused.
This afternoon at the Office of the Prosecutor.
We (Jujemay and I) saw a handcuffed man carrying a rock (about the size of an adult head or bigger).
Me: Ah, I know why he’s carrying that rock?
Jujemay: (just shrugged, not entirely giving her full attention to me as she was still reminiscing her recent encounter with her another crush, this time a fiscal)
Me: It was what he used in killing the victim.
(Then a policeman arrived and asked a court employee where they should leave the evidence, he was pointing to the rock the handcuffed man just placed near a beam. I actually heard from another court employee a few minutes before we met the man that the accused of killing someone by pounding a rock unto his head was already arrested.)
Jujemay: (speechless and shocked by the sheer appearance of the thing that killed a mortal)
Me: (laughing at the scene)
Me: (on our way to our respective offices) Imagine if the man had used a much bigger rock (50 kg for example) in killing his victim! He could be in total misery carrying that rock even before he is convicted.
Jujemay: (still could not believe the scene)
Me: Well, he could always use a trolley.
Jujemay: (laughing)
Afterthought: Why did the police allow the accused to carry the evidence which would be used in prosecuting him?! To make us laugh I think.
Prosecutor: what is your course?
Accused: Marine Transformation
Reporters: What?!!!! Unsa kono?
Court Interpreter: (as if she heard us) Marine Transformation?
Accused: (nodding)
Charlotte of Bombo Radyo: Feeling spiderman!
Me: Remus Lupin oi ( a character in Harry Potter series that transforms into a werewolf during full moon)
Jujemay: (shocked! And insisted we heard him wrong)
Me to Jujuemay: Hello! Every media person inside the courtroom was giggling except you (meaning we all heard the same answer, except her). By the way, this girl, who is from another local daily, had a crush on the accused.
This afternoon at the Office of the Prosecutor.
We (Jujemay and I) saw a handcuffed man carrying a rock (about the size of an adult head or bigger).
Me: Ah, I know why he’s carrying that rock?
Jujemay: (just shrugged, not entirely giving her full attention to me as she was still reminiscing her recent encounter with her another crush, this time a fiscal)
Me: It was what he used in killing the victim.
(Then a policeman arrived and asked a court employee where they should leave the evidence, he was pointing to the rock the handcuffed man just placed near a beam. I actually heard from another court employee a few minutes before we met the man that the accused of killing someone by pounding a rock unto his head was already arrested.)
Jujemay: (speechless and shocked by the sheer appearance of the thing that killed a mortal)
Me: (laughing at the scene)
Me: (on our way to our respective offices) Imagine if the man had used a much bigger rock (50 kg for example) in killing his victim! He could be in total misery carrying that rock even before he is convicted.
Jujemay: (still could not believe the scene)
Me: Well, he could always use a trolley.
Jujemay: (laughing)
Afterthought: Why did the police allow the accused to carry the evidence which would be used in prosecuting him?! To make us laugh I think.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Ang aking lahi, lahi!
Where in this world can you see a karaoke being treated as a saint! Only here in the Philippines, right?
The first thing you see when you enter a Filipino house is a karaoke dressed in floral outfit, for instance, like it’s being prepared for a procession (religious images in their regal outfits are paraded in the streets). I say it’s the first thing you notice as it is usually placed side by side the tv set, which normally what meets your eyes the moment you set foot in a Filipino house, or in a raised platform specially made for it (just like a Filipino fridge, although shorter by size it becomes 2 or 3 feet taller because we are too lazy to bend down to get something from it). Well, the fridge, again is another story. What’s inside this appliance is also very Filipino. Not with the vegies we have here but the yearlong supply of cold water in various bottles of various shapes and brands that fill up most of its space (to compensate for the lack of stocks).
I was actually inspired to write this blog following my tour inside Casa Manila.
Amanda Griffin (you heard it right!) toured me last Saturday in this famous 20-plus year old Spanish-style home built during the Marcos regime (you bet, it was one of Imelda’s projects, this one was for the American visitors). I really had no idea about this tourist attraction, which is inside the Intramuros, until Amanda showed it to me, well to the viewers of The Explorer.
The house, according to the tour guide Carlos, a gay Fil-Am (?), although built not during the Spanish colonialism, really looked like a century –old Spanish casa, with antique furnitures, fixtures etc, which showed vast history of my lahi (race), which is a mixture of so many other races: Chinese, as shown in how our windows are like (the sliding ones); American, chandeliers; Belgian where we borrowed our grand piano which none of the family members can play (according to Carlos and I agree with him); British, the four-poster beds (just like the beds of the royal); among many others. The only thing that is Filipino in this house are the inhabitants. But during the Spanish time there were Filipinos who looked and claimed they were Insular, a Spanish born in the Philippines, but the moment they opened their mouth…(We still have them now: those who dress like Americans, dye their hair like Reese Witherspoon-illegally blonde, peel their skin off to whiteness, and a lot more
idiosyncrasies).
Well, I got all that from Carlos, the very amusing and informative guide. He said so many things that made me laugh not only because he said them animatedly but because I knew they were true. Nope, we don’t have a grand piano and a karaoke at home.
See, how different my race is. What I’ve here is just a bit of the whole. So many things, stories, abilities, cultures, etc. that are so Filipino. Who says my race has no identity?!! My lahi is so lahi (unique)!
The first thing you see when you enter a Filipino house is a karaoke dressed in floral outfit, for instance, like it’s being prepared for a procession (religious images in their regal outfits are paraded in the streets). I say it’s the first thing you notice as it is usually placed side by side the tv set, which normally what meets your eyes the moment you set foot in a Filipino house, or in a raised platform specially made for it (just like a Filipino fridge, although shorter by size it becomes 2 or 3 feet taller because we are too lazy to bend down to get something from it). Well, the fridge, again is another story. What’s inside this appliance is also very Filipino. Not with the vegies we have here but the yearlong supply of cold water in various bottles of various shapes and brands that fill up most of its space (to compensate for the lack of stocks).
I was actually inspired to write this blog following my tour inside Casa Manila.
Amanda Griffin (you heard it right!) toured me last Saturday in this famous 20-plus year old Spanish-style home built during the Marcos regime (you bet, it was one of Imelda’s projects, this one was for the American visitors). I really had no idea about this tourist attraction, which is inside the Intramuros, until Amanda showed it to me, well to the viewers of The Explorer.
The house, according to the tour guide Carlos, a gay Fil-Am (?), although built not during the Spanish colonialism, really looked like a century –old Spanish casa, with antique furnitures, fixtures etc, which showed vast history of my lahi (race), which is a mixture of so many other races: Chinese, as shown in how our windows are like (the sliding ones); American, chandeliers; Belgian where we borrowed our grand piano which none of the family members can play (according to Carlos and I agree with him); British, the four-poster beds (just like the beds of the royal); among many others. The only thing that is Filipino in this house are the inhabitants. But during the Spanish time there were Filipinos who looked and claimed they were Insular, a Spanish born in the Philippines, but the moment they opened their mouth…(We still have them now: those who dress like Americans, dye their hair like Reese Witherspoon-illegally blonde, peel their skin off to whiteness, and a lot more
idiosyncrasies).
Well, I got all that from Carlos, the very amusing and informative guide. He said so many things that made me laugh not only because he said them animatedly but because I knew they were true. Nope, we don’t have a grand piano and a karaoke at home.
See, how different my race is. What I’ve here is just a bit of the whole. So many things, stories, abilities, cultures, etc. that are so Filipino. Who says my race has no identity?!! My lahi is so lahi (unique)!
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