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A typical weekend which is not so typical
(PS. Tinanggal ko pla yong original post about lesbian perfume. Napapag-initan ko kasi junk mails. Pano ba naman, nagkabaliblikwa site ko nong pinost ko yon!)
As is usual with my weekends, I ran errands, do this, do that, pick up that and a lot more. I was actually planning to plant rice in my backyard. Mahal kasi ang sako nang bigas and in between, possibly sprinkle some bulbs and probably tulips para di mahalata nang neighbor. Then, maybe I’ll change the grass into kamote so I would have a lot of talbos nang kamote, alam nyo yun? Then, siguro sa gilid nitong fence, kamatis, sitaw and siling labuyo. Wow! Tutal, di naman makikita nang neighbor unless na dumungaw sila sa deck.
DECK?! !@#$%^& Bwisit talaga. Ba’t ba me deck pa sila!
Erase the gardening ideas.
Ok, so I went to the cleaners instead. I picked up my labada. 5 long sleeves, 1 pant, 1 gown (shhh). Cost $8.20. From there, I decided to stop by at the car wash. Aba! Buong winter, di ko man lang naasikaso ang aking car. Cost $4.00. Ako kasi naglinis. By the time I got home, Lexus of Cherry Hill left me a message. Ooopss! Kalimutan ko na naman! Ilang linggo na due yong kotse ko for maintenance! I happen to know someone at Cherry Hill Lexus. Si Ginger. Pinay sya. But looking at her, I would not have known na Pinay pala sya, until she started talking in tagalog to me.
“Day… singit mo naman ako sa 1:00pm! Wala na naman akong panahon!”
“Kuuu! Ikaw talaga - sabi nya. Parati ka na lang busy! Sige na nga! Di na lang ako mag-iingay dito!”
So, I drove my car to Cherry Hill Lexus. The service rep was not bad. He’s really nice.
You see, at Lexus, I get pampered. I remember when Lawrenceville Lexus used to service my car when I was in Princeton. There was a time when I completely forgot my schedule, they picked up my car in the parking lot, then left the key of my loaner’s car in my office. Nice, huh? And get this, you don’t pay nothing on the loaner car. Not even a piece of paper to fill-out. The best part? They’ll give you a high-end Lexus car as your loaner or at least, that was my experience, so you’d buy it! He He He! Since I am now in Philadelphia, I decided to go to Cherry Hill Lexus because it’s closer.
Anyway, I was talking to this guy - he said, “You know Rainier, your car was due for a 30k major service.”
I said, “Ow? Major? As in you’re gonna give me the newer model?”
Shocked, he said - “Are you lucky or what? And you’re not. Not that major.”
“How much?”
He said: “$650.”
“And how much is today’s 35k service?”
“$99.00″, he said.
“I’ll take the 35k.”
Ginger was laughing. “Hoy! Walang tutulak nang kotse mo dito! Teka lang, ba’t 35,000 miles na kotse mo?! Saan ka ba nag-pupunta? Eh 15 miles lang trabaho mo di ba?”
“Ano, eh. I take the back roads. He He He! 100 miles bago ko makarating sa opis! He He He! You know, mudaming detours eh!”
So they serviced my car, right. The service rep called me back. He said..
“You know Rainier, there is a long nail stuck deep on the tire of your car. We’ll pull it and fix the tire, but it will cost you another $60.”
“You sure it’s not a thumbstack?”
Annoyed, hee said… “thissssss ~!@#$%^ long thumbstack.”
“Fine, do it.”
Cost of the visit = $180.13
After my date with Lexus, I called ma prend, Junsy. You see, he went on mountain climbing, was trying to catch some cute, muscular rabbit, running around the trees and the hills… alam nyo yon? Singing - da hills are alive?! Wid da sound of musiii~!@#$%^&*()Blag!” Ayun, nahulog sa canal. Nabali paa. He’s in crotches… oopps typo… crutches pala for about 5 weeks now.
“Reynz, bili mo naman ako nang low-calorie blueberry!”
Binilhan ko naman. Nong malapit na ako sa neigbhorhood nya.
“Reynz, bili mo pala ko nang wheat bread!”
Dumaan ako nang Wawa. Binilhan ko. Nong paalis na ako. Tumawag uli!
“Reynz, me nakalimutan ako! Sang galong tubig nga pala!”
Poo~!@#$%^&*()yeta! Ano ako? On call grocer?! Nakuuuu! Nakita nyo kung pano ako mal-tratuhin nang mga kaibigan ko?!
So, ayun. Dumating ako sa balay nya. Napansin ko me basura sa labas. Andun sya sa pintuan. Nakangiting aso! Tinitigan ko nang masama. Nag-turn around ako’t uwi na lang ako nang bahay! Aba! Nag-titili!
“Hoooyyyy! Gusto mo bang tumawag ako nang 911?! Bumalik ka dito!”
Hmmpttt! Bumalik ako. Bitbit ko yong mga pinamili nya. Na walang bayad. Grrrr! Tinapon ko basura para sya eh lumigaya.
So, anyway, pinag-kape naman ako. Yong cheap ba na kape. Yong walang amoy. Alam nya namang maniac ako pagdating sa kape. Pati asukal splenda binigay sakin. Alam nya namang genuine na sugarcane ang ginagamit ko. Nakita nyo? Ganun sila, walang tender loving care!
So, nanigarilyo na lang kami sa labas. Pero napansin ko yong neighbor nyang kukeyshan na ayaw ngumiti, naglabas nang basura also. Nilagay dun sa balcon sa tabi nang hagdan. Yong eyeballs nya umikot, mula saakin deretso sa basura nya.
Nakatunganga na lang ako.
Anong nangyayari sa mundo ko?!
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Business proposal ni Cole.
Mahirap pag me sakit, borong boro na talaga ako. Lahat, napapag-tuunan ko nang pansin. Pati emails ko. As in, when I open my gmail account, mahina na ang 1,000 sa isang araw. Yeap, as I have said dun sa comment ko, kasama dyan yong pampalaki, pampahaba at pampatigas. Andun na rin yong pag di mo pinadala sa limang asawa mo, chugi ka. Alam nyo yon?! Well, eto namang timang na sumulat sakin si Cole. Mabuti pa sabayan nyo akong basahin ang liham na to ni Cole sakin. Ok? Sabay-sabay nating basahin nang malakas mga anak.
Dear Friend,
Do accept my sincere apologies if my mail does not meet your personal Ethics. I introduce myself as Mr. Williams Cole staff in the accounts management Section of a well-known bank here in the United Kingdom.
Aba! Magalang ang Cole. Hmm… staff in the accounts management section. Clerk siguro. Ok, lang di ba? Buti nga me trabaho sya. Yong iba dyan satin mga kung ano anong – ‘napper. So, tuloy natin.
One of our accounts with holding balance of L15,000,000 (Fifteen Million British Pounds) has been dormant and last operated in the past 3 years. From my investigations and confirmations, the owner of this account is a Foreigner by name Gerald Stone died on the 4th of January 2002 on a planecrash in Birmingham here in UK.
Teka… di ba merong privacy rules and mga bangko? Actually, kaya nga sumikat ang tinatawag na Swiss Accounts eh dahil nakatago ang mga personal information. Ang mokong! Nag-sasarili nyang imbestigasyon. Ano sya? Defective? Me sariling business within a business?
Since then nobody has done anything as regards the claiming of this money as he has no family Member who is aware of the existence of either the accountnor the Funds.Information from the National Immigration also states that he was single on entry into the UK.
Ow? At pano kaya nalaman nang mokong na to na wala nang pamilya yong nasawi? Minomonitor nya ba buhay nang bawa’t depositor sa bangko nila? Me kanya kanya sigurong column ang mga depositor, di ba? Dito samin sa Philadelphia, pina-publish ang mga accounts na to sa dyaryo. Pag walang nag-claim, automatic, pag-aari nang State of Pensylvania ang pera. Siguro ganun din ang patakaran sa England. Nakita siguro nang mga gagong to sa dyaryo, di ba?
I have confidentially discussed this issue with some of the bank officials and we have agreed to find a reliable foreign partner to deal with.
Ang mga hudas! Mga banking officials! Mga kurap! Di kanila, taz gagawing biznis nila para kumita? Ok to ah!
We thus propose to do business with you, standing in as the next of kin of these funds from the deceased and funds released to you after due processes have been followed.
Aba?! Ang mga puta at Mafioso talaga! At gusto pa nila ako ang maging next of kin nong nasawi – after due processes? Teka. Aboridyinis ako. Yong nasawi eh English yata. Pano nila ako gagawin kukeyshyan?! After due processes? Anong processes ang gagawin sakin? Anong ibig sabihin nito? Bubuhusan ba ako nang acido muriatico? Paiinumin ba ako nong gaya nang ininom ni Michael Jackson? I mean, sa itim kong to, yong Talcum Baby Powder, alam ko di uubra eh!
This transaction is totally free of risk and troubles as the fund is Legitimate and does not originate from drug, money laundry, terrorism or any other Illegal act.
Totally free of risk and troubles? MGA ULOL!
On your interest, let me hear from you.
Regards,
MR WILLIAMS COLE
Dear Mr. Cole. Sinong ginagaGole mo? Akole?! (sabay lagay nang palad sa ulo! *syento otso na naman fever ko*)
TO ALL MY READERS: BEWARE OF EMAIL SCAMS.
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Abakada sa dulo nang pangalan hindi equals anda
Me bagong labas na survey. Ang intelligence daw eh walang kagagawan sa kayamanan. Accrding to a US study published Tuesday, yong mga tao daw na below average smarts eh mas mayaman pa kesa doon sa mga taong mas matataas ang mga IQ scores.
“People don’t become rich because they are smart,” said Jay Zagorsky, research scientist at Ohio State University whose study appears in the Journal Intelligence.
Sabi nang US Bureau of Labor Statistics, ang survey nila included 7,403 Americans na ininterbyu nila repeatedly mula noong 1979. Base naman sa mga sagot nila noong 2004 , at dahil mid-40s na sila ngayon, wala naman daw link yong brain at earning-power nila.
“Your IQ has really no relationship to your wealth. And being very smart does not protect you from getting into financial difficulty,” Zagorsky said.
Kinompirama naman ang study na to na nagpapatunay na ang mga taong smart tend to earn more money, pero they pointed out na there is a difference between high pay and overall wealth.
“The average income difference between a person with an IQ score in the normal range (100) and someone in the top two percent of society (130) is currently between 6,000 and 18,500 dollars per year,” it said.
“But when it came to total wealth and the likelihood of financial difficulties, people of below average and average intelligence did just fine when compared to the super-intelligent.”
Kung alam nyo lang *luhaan*, an sakit nang mga pasaring nang lintek na study na to. Ano ba ang ibig nilang sabihin? Na walang kwenta yong pag-aaral ko?! Kaya pala nag-kachugi chugi yong una kong business dahil sa kung ano-anong ABAkAdA sa dulo nang pangalan ko? *pumapatak pa luha*.
Sabagay, kausap ko lang ka-klase kong si Lita sa elementary noong 1980 (he he he). Pumunta pala sya nang Saudi. Tumawag sya sakin kahapon lang. Pumunta sya sa condo, na meet yong sister ko. Of course, ilang taon ding wala akong balita. Lima na ang bahay nang tinamaan nang kulog. Puro rental properties! Ako?! Hmppt! Wag nyo na akong tanungin. Sya? Ni walang AbAkAdA. Ba’t nga ba ganun?
Ganun din si Loida. Bukadorang tunay. Actually, napapagod nga akong makinig eh. Wala syang college, pero kung tumirada, talo ang graduate nang AIM. Ngayon? Milyonarya ang loka. Pinag-hahanap nya ako nang warehouse dito sa Philadelphia. Magbubukas sila nang distributorship. Mga tiga-Manila sila. Ba’t ganun?
Ano bang kasalanan ko sa mundo?! Hu! Hu! Hu! Nakakairita!!!
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13 Signs
I can’t help but share this article I read on the Philippine Daily Inquirer. (Accursed is being under or as if under a curse).
13 signs
I’ve met Alex Lacson and I like him. but when I read about his theory, which appeared in this newspaper last Sunday, about the 12 signs that show we are the Chosen People, I couldn’t resist wanting to have some fun at his expense. I can only hope he greets this with Christian amusement, or throws some Christian charity my way.
I myself see 13 signs that show we are the Accursed People, and they pretty much follow the signs Lacson enumerates for our “chosen-ness.”
One, Magellan landed on Limasawa Island while looking for the Indies and its spices. He could have landed in one of the Pacific islands, but alas for us, an ill wind brought him here. There’s a bit of comfort that the chieftain of the island felt insulted that this total stranger should demand he pay obeisance to a king who lived in another planet for all he knew or cared, and made him pay for the insult.
Two, half a century later, the Spaniards came back in full force eager to turn the islands into their happy hunting ground, toward which pursuit they sent many of its inhabitants to their Happy Hunting Ground. Things in Spain could have gotten worse; their intramurals with Portugal could have bankrupted them, enough to dissuade sending a costly expedition to God-knows-where. But, no, they managed to equip Legazpi for just such a project, and the rest is history. We became history.
Three, we became Christians in name but remained heathens in deed. We did not learn Protestant industry, we learned Catholic sloth. We learned to put premium on appearance and not on essence. So long as we went to Mass (preferably in our Sunday best), confessed our sins and took Communion, we were free to rape and pillage (or the powerful were). And keep a stable of horses and mistresses (in that order of importance) while at it.
Four, the Americans seized the Philippines, bringing Bibles with them to improve the natives’ minds. They also brought Krags with them to restructure the natives’ skulls. Particularly in Samar. They taught the natives to read so they could read that they taught them the meaning of freedom. The natives never read that no one who puts another person in chains can possibly teach him the meaning of freedom. It was only later that the natives learned the meaning of freedom from their brothers who fought for it and were garroted for it.
We might have gotten civilization from France, the civil service and the train system from Britain, and a scientific mind from Germany to go with the pains of being colonized. But instead we got Spain and America, thereby spending 300 years in the cloister and another hundred years or so (it ain’t over yet) in Hollywood.
Five, we are located in the middle of the world. That’s why the United States has kept us long after Independence to project its military presence in Asia.
Six, the Philippines is one of the richest countries in the world. The Filipinos are one of the poorest people in the world. The Philippines is one of the most abundantly blessed countries in the world. The Philippines is the most corrupt country in Asia. The words of “Ang Bayan Kong Pilipinas” leap to mind: “At sa kanyang yumi at ganda, dayuhan ay nahalina/ Bayan ko, binihag ka, nasadlak sa dusa.” It’s not just the “dayuhan” [foreigner] who became covetous and looted the country, it’s the local “gahaman” [greedy people], too.
Seven, the exodus of Filipinos abroad is biblical. The Jews were condemned to wander for crucifying Christ, the Filipinos are condemned to wander for crucifying themselves. We can always make our country better, throwing out our tyrants so we don’t have to live as slaves in it, but we’d rather go to places where they treat slaves better.
Eight, Filipinos are the messengers of God to the world. Unfortunately, they are also absentee parents to their kids. Vilma Santos dramatized the fact in a movie, sobbing that she raised other kids right but never found time to do so her own.
Nine, Filipinos breathe life to the churches of the world. Unfortunately, they also breathe death to the integrity of their own families. Overseas work is probably now the No. 1 cause of the breakup of Filipino families. The least of God’s message we Filipinos may preach to the world is how to keep one.
Ten, there is so much beauty in the Filipino. Unfortunately, we can’t see that. We like to think that beauty is to be found only by ignoring the ugly side of life and reveling in the sunset, imagining that is the way to “think positive.” In fact, there is something more beautiful than the sunset and that is fighting for justice. In fact, there is something more positive than seeing what is right about the “indios” [natives] and that is correcting what is wrong with their country. Beauty isn’t just in the eye of the beholder, it is in the hands of the doer.
Eleven, Filipinos can communicate to the world “with their tongue.” Unfortunately, their own leaders speak to them with a forked one, but they merely shrug their shoulders and say, “Let’s move on.” The one thing that has depreciated in this country faster than money is truth. Filipinos know how to communicate, they just do not know what to communicate. They have the strangest words for things. They call God “Garci,” Iggy Arroyo “Jose Pidal,” and an unelected leader “President.”
Twelve, Cassius Clay is now Muhammad Ali. We still carry the name of King Felipe of Spain. And we keep living up to that slave name.
Thirteen, from a text message last week: Modern theologians now think Adam and Eve were Filipinos. They had no job, no abode, no clothing, and they still thought they were living in paradise.
Well, maybe there’s a 14th sign of being accursed: We like to look for signs for what we are and what to do on the wall when the real writing is to be found in the heart.
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Creative solutions when you’ve got nothing else to do at work
As is usual with my day, I’d open my mails, thousands of them. Letters from Nigeria included, letters asking me to encash those uncollected funds from some bank everywhere included, letters to make mine big… ahh.. bigger… and ahh… harder included.
But there is one letter that touched my heart. I cried. Fine ~!@#$%^! Talagang umatungal ako. We have here a letter from someone who is in serious need of advice. I figured, you know, for all the years I have been giving advice, this is it! Eto na yun!
Nakaka-awa talaga ang problema nang sang to. Nakikiusap ako senyong lahat. Please lang. Tulungan natin ang kaibigan nating to.
Gamitin nyo na lahat nang creativity ninyo kung anong maipapayo natin ki…
4/26/2007
Alright, I was trying to post my advice to Mina, but since it’s not working properly on the comment, here it is:
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“I am in love… “
An swiiiitttt! Asukarerang todooooo!!!
It’s not me though.
It’s him.
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Kahit saan merong Doreen!
Isang Babala: Ang mga sumusunod na letra, titik, punto at kung ano ano pang produkto nang keyboard na gawa nang La Germania laptop ay isang kathang isip lamang na malapit sa katotohanan. Kung ang mga titik at letrang mga to eh tumutugma sa mga pangyayaring tunay na buhay, siguro nga eto ay isang kababalaghan.
Maganda ang empleo ko non sa New York. Mabait ang boss ko, naging matalik ko pang kaibigan. Magaling ang people skills nya, pino, gwapo at Ivy-League grad pa kamo. Napakaswirti ko talaga noon. Alaga pa ang mga tao nya. He believes na di sya mag-su-survive sa opis nya kung palpak ang team nya at di nya aasikasuhin ang mga tao nya. What can I say? Ambait bait-bait nya talaga!!! Actually, he must be the very best boss I have ever ran across sa tanang buhay ko. Pero, punyeta naman! Bakit ganun? Siya pa ang kinuha ni Lord?
Kung langit ang empleo ko noon nang buhay pa ang aking former boss, impierno naman yata tong napuntahan ko. Puro na lang kalbaryo ang inaabot ko. Bakit kaya ganun? Puro extremes. Ang hirap makakita nang perfect balance. O baka naman, normal na kalbaryo ang magtrabaho sa gobierno? Na-a-alala ko tuloy ang kapatid ko. Dati syang nag-trabaho sa gobierno, pero di sya nagkwento kung ano ang buhay nya. Ang alam ko, hinding hindi rin nya gusto, kung bakit, di ko alam. Ang ginawa nya, nagpumilit na makapagtapos nang nursing. Ngayon, malapit na syang mag-graduate. Impressed ako sa desisyon nya, kaya naman, kahit wala na akong pera, tipid lang para makapagpadala at matulungan sila, kasama kasi ang aking pamangkin.
Una kong tinanggap ang trabahong to as oditor. Dati naman kasi akong oditor, kaya alam ko ang trabahong to. Excited ako, madaming kapalpakan akong nakikita. Minsan, nakakatuwa ang mga findings ko. Andun yong isang invoice, mga ilang beses bayaran. Ang nakakatuwa nito, yong Controller nang isang sikat na Law Firm dito saamin eh kaklase ko sa business school. Tumawag minsan, yong isang invoice daw na pinadala nya eh sobra sobra na ang ROI, return on invoice! he he he! eh kasi ba naman, mga limang beses na raw binayaran at hindi daw nya alam kung kelan matatapos. Kahit na nong araw na tumawag, binabayaran pa rin.
Hindi lang yon. Yong isang external auditor namin tumawag minsan. Gusto raw akong makitang personal. Sabi ko, bakit? Importante raw. Me dalang sobre. Sabi ko, ano to? Sabi nya, buksan mo. Binuksan ko. Yong isa tseke. Yong isa photocopy nung tseke. Sabi ko, so?! Natawa sya. Sabi nya, alam mo ba, yong invoice namin, binayaran nyo nang dalawang tseke. Parehas lahat pati number nang tseke. Hagalpak kami nang tawa!
Maldita ang boss kong babae noon. An taray taray na, bastos pa. Wala syang pekealam kung sinong kaharap nya. Tingin ko enjoy sya na me nakakakita habang pinapahiya ka. Eh kahit na sa lobby, or sa tapat nang building namin sa kalsada, nabulyawan na ako nyan eh! Napansin ko, ang method nang pag-manage nya nang tao eh pananakot. Eh, palibhasa uragon ako, di naman ako natatakot.
Nakahanda na ang aking resignation letter. Pero ako’y isang duwag na kwagong hindi mailabas labas. Babayaran ko pa kasi yong ref na binigay ko sa boylet ko. Sa totoo nito, naririnig ko ang bulyaw nang mga kaibigan kong walang ginawa alipustahin ako. “Tanga! Kahit saan ka lumipat, merong Doreeeeeeeennnn!!!!” Mababasag na eardrum ko. Kasi, kahit na nag-iisa ako, eto ang naririnig ko.
Kaya tuloy, nag-hahanap ako nang kakampi.
Meron ba kayong DOREEN? Kwento nyo naman sakin kung sino ang DOREEN sa buhay nyo. Wag ninyong i-comment dito ang Doreen ninyo. Ipadala ninyo ang kwento ninyo sa email ko: ofwcenter@gmail.com at aking ipo-post sa ating Doreen Series.
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Why do I blog?!
Season and Reason (a.k.a. eydyeyey) tagged me! So I have to answer the question “Why do I blog?”
Hmmpt! Puro utos! Puro utos! Puro utos!
I actually started romping and strutting around gov.ph forum site where I started answering some questions posed by a lot of Overseas Filipino Workers wanting some answers on all of their entrepreneurial questions. I guess, they must have liked what I have been telling them, because the next thing I knew was that, I got bombarded with emails and questions taz wala man lang nagpadala sakin nang babolgam.
Then, I went home to the our turd world kawntri to start a business. It didn’t work out very well in the beginning kaya I went back to Estados Unidos. Three days after I arrived, I was whisked to the emergency room of the Jefferson University Hospital. No, the rumors are not true that I had a sex change. Actually, gusto ko palagay nang boobs. Di tinanggap. Instead, I had what is called laparascopic appendectomy. Deep ha? So, ayun.
Laparascopic appendectomy is something where pinasok nila sa pusod ko yong sony videocam at hinanap yong ga-putok na appendikwatiz ko dahil sa mga na-shop lift kong naipon dun. So, piktapos nun, naging violet ang aking royal pusod at when I woke up, ayun, nagkalat yong mga nakasaksak na kung ano anong tube sa aking katawan. My friends visited me, nilagyan nila nang label, para daw di mabuang ang mga nurse. They must organize yong mga nakabitay daw.
Label 1 - Vodka
Label 2 - Tequila
Label 3 - Mixed Martini
At kung ano ano pa. I lost about 30 lbs. Kaya ayun, nabansagang weight-loss program yong operation ko.
So ayun, after a week, pinalayas na ako sa ospital. Pinag-iinitan na kasi ako nung gwapong duktor na minu-minuto yata eh tinatawagan ko. He He He! You know~! Duktur! Duktur! Eye em sick! I really love him. Pers lab ko talaga sya. Peks man. Me tumitibok sakin everytime he’s in my room. He He He!
Kaya ayun, tinapon ako sa balay ko.
Nag-iisa.
Borong boro.
Bwisit na bwisit.
Miss ko yong duktor ko.
And then! TADANNNGGG!
I discovered blogging.
So, I started my own.
Now, why do I blog?
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Bored to death ang lola nyo after my operation. I gotta do sumtin’. Eto na yong sumtin’.
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I need a space to unload what’s in my brain. Else, baka pumutok to. Sayang. No one would know that I deserve a Nobel Peezze Prize.
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I love the freedom to write. Especially when I write sumtin’ about moi? Ohhhh…..! Halata bang me ADD ako? I don’t wanna be cured.
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I love pinoys. He He He! Obvious ba?! So, I thought dito ko makikilala mga wapo’t mugandang talented ritz savvy aboridyinis who can teach me the how to’s in socializing, hirap kasi nitong forever social climber na lang ba me? Ayun! An dami ko nang prends! He He He! From all over the planet!
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Because when I’m 80 years old (neks week), babalikan ko tong mga kaulolan ko’t magandang pulutan to sa aming pagka-kape kape nang aking mga fellow senior zitzins.
Ayan ha? Tapos ko na tong assignment na to! The rule is that you should use a list format and name 5 reasons why you blog. You then tag 5 others to do the same. I now tag the 5 blogs I just randomly visited.
- The Crazy World of Ayan
- This Other Eden
- The Master’s Photographic Memory
- It’s me Jhoanne
- The Filipino Nurse
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Apprentice: Los Angeles
I watch Apprentice all the time. I love this reality show. There’s one asian contestant this time. He’s name is James. He said:
“In life you only live once, and if you don’t take risk, life wouldn’t mean anything!”
I love this guy! And as I write this, I am also watching it live and I just hope he wins!
It’s 10:59pm and James was fired! The Donald said that he said something that he did not like - whatever that hell that means! What was that?!
Trump said: James had certain dialogue that bothered him. What did James said?! Does anybody know?
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What kind of father is he?!
Ever since I came to America, I have come to like and love the Baldwin brothers and yeah, this guy too. I do. For some reason, my sympathy was with him in all the divorce, family and love fights he have with Kim Bassinger. And then - THIS ONE. No amount of explanation will make me change my mind about him. It’s love lost from me Mr. Alex Baldwin. I know it doesn’t mean anything to you. I may never be a father - but in God’s name, I have no interest nor intention of even doing the same stunt to my niece.
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Crazy things happen when I take off my crown!
Anyway - Yeah, France, hirap nitong koronang latang darigold! Kelangan mapalitan na to nong Plastic daw na Dairy Queen. Ngeee!!!
Anyway, pag ina-alis ko korona ko, there are so many crazy things that happens. Wanna know one?
Eto.
Yong neighbor namin sa condo, DALAGA. MAGANDA. Kaya lang walang pera. He He He! But anyway, kinursunada ako. Yong mga tao dun sa condo hihimataying nung malaman! He He He! So, one day isang araw, she knocked on the door, open ko naman, ABA! ang bruhita. Me bitbit, dessert! Kung gusto ko raw. Eh, pinapasok ko naman. Yong maid namin, humahagikhik. Tiningnan ko maid namin na - “Wag kang iimik dyan kundi ila-lampaso kita!”, so iniwan kami doon sa sala.
Grabe!!!
I was under interrogation nung babae! Kulang na lang tanungin kung gano kahaba… yong pasensya ko sa kanya! Pero, you know what she was wearing? Naka - jeans na labas yong guhit guhit nang panti - alam nyo yon?! tsaka naka spaghetti, alang bra! ‘Nyeta! - gusto kong sabunutan!!! Gusto kong pangaralan! (Mag-bihis ka nga babae!!!)
Pero, dahil nga love thy neighbor, pa-smile smile lang ako! Tapos hiningi yong isang litrato ko. Ewan kung saan ibebenta. So that was that.
Then - one day isang araw again, naninigarilyo ako sa labas, she called me. “Rainier - I need your help. Sira kasi yong TV ko, at kelangang maayos. Pakia-ayos naman, please.” Sabi nya. So pers kestyon ko - Asan ba ang TV na yan? Sagot nya - “Nasa kwarto ko!” EEEEEEEEE!!! Nangatog tuhod koooo! As in asan ang Sonja pag kelangan ko?!!!!!! Eh di gumawa ako nang kung ano anong drama wag lang maka-apak sa four corners nang kwarto nya dahil sa-sapak-sapakin ko sya dun!
So, I called Silvia. Sino sya? Sia yong aking wife #2 pag wala si Sonja. I asked Silvia to come over on a weekend. Dahil yon ang araw na andito yong babaeng yan. Den, pagdating dito, we kiss each other sa harap nitong babaeng eto. Isang important request ko ki Silvia. Wa mong ilalabas dila mo, else itutulak kita dito sa 6th floor. So, ayun. Hinintay ko. Di dumating.
Hindi ko na nakita si Silvia.
Ni ayaw nang bumisita sa site ko.
Kahit mag-teks ‘la na.
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