Surprise! Surprise! (28 October 2010)

The guys suprised me with a cake courtesy of Adel a.k.a Adelino Ramos Jr. It was truly sweet. So bago pa ko maiyak, have fun viewing the pictures! LOL!

I'm turning 23...errrrr....27 LOL!

Precious' and Adel's Birthday is October 13. Mine is Oct 29. We are the October Hotties!

with Sensen, Jobie, and Faye

The actual cake

The cake after 5 minutes!

Precious

Adel getting camera shy

Poutness is beauty

Office Treat 101 (27 Oct 2010)

I got a letter from HR last October 25, 2010 stating that I am now a full-pledged Netsuite employee. Hence, I am already eligible for all the eye-popping bonuses, benefits, insurances, vacation leave credits and other whatnot. Knowing my colleagues, they won't settle without a food treat. To spare myself from spending more than  Php2,500, I just opted to cook adobo and stir-fried togue as requested by some of them. Magaling ata ako na cook! Pwede na ko mag-asawa...any takers? Ooooopppsssss...behave. October 27, 2010 marked my 6th month with the company. "Congratulations for an amazing job!" as per my boss. (Imbento lang!) LOL! 


Below are some pics I took when I went to the market to buy some raw stuff. 

I really like the color of raw veggies. I find it refreshing for some unknown reasons. 

Pili na! 

Netsuite Kiddie Halloween Party (23 Oct 2010)

Netsuite is uber galante! Every year, the company opens its doors for employees' kids to come while dressed with their spookiest costumes. This is the moment when I knew I really want to have a kid. Isa lang! I'll name him Russell King and I'm gonna dress him up like a rockstar! 

I had so much fun with Cha's kids especially with Andi. She is so likot and bigat, I felt like lifting weights. Jobie's kid, Xian, was also there dressed like a young Prince. He can pass for a kiddie commercial model. For sure someday he'll break dozens of hearts. 

They invited magicians, face painters, and awesome caterers! Why not? 

Enjoy the shots!

I am the charming devil

Spiderkid

Me and Jobie turning slutty...hahaha...joke lang...innocent kami

Armpit exposure galore

Xian the Young Prince

Boss Martin, myself, Jobie, and Charita

Ganda ng skin nuh?

Where's my better half? Lost. LOL!

with Mommy Jen aand Adam

I'm Not Sure If They'd Understand English But This Is For the "Dura" Gang (Part 2 October 10, 2010)

Today is the day I express my extreme, solid hatred against the people who took my phone. In a bulky chunk of a paragraph I will tell you why. It happened on a late Sunday afternoon, October 10, 2010.

I got off MRT Magallanes from Cubao after bringing my good friend Bong a box of dessert from my mom. I took a jeepney going to PRC since I was planning to attend the Mass at Don Bosco Chapel before going home. I took the front seat beside the driver. After a minute, a guy sat beside me. I didn't mind him because I was busy planning what to do after the Mass. Besides he looks like he hasn't eaten for days and doesn't have an idea what a facial cleanser is. Moving on, the jeep took off. After a couple of minutes, someone from behind gave a loud sneeze. He asked the driver to stop. While he's stepping out of the ride, the guy at my back said that I have spots of phlegm on my shirt. Being the calm guy that I am, I just took my hanky and started wiping even though I was already on the verge of puking. Little did I know that it was the exact moment when the guy beside me took the opportunity to open my messenger bag and swiftly grab my Blackberry. I was done cleaning all the spots of phlegm when all of a sudden they asked the driver to stop in the middle of the road. The driver just stepped onto the brake like a robot. Seconds after the three guys got off, I thought of looking at my inbox for messages then I realized there's no more phone to check.

I wasn't able to say anything. Right then and there, memories of my one-month old BB Curve 8520 crashed into me- the contact numbers, the saved messages, the random photos, the addresses, the awesome songs in my Music Player...what else...oh yeah, the reality that I was able to buy that mobile phone out of my earnings. Ladies and gentleman, that gadget didn't come free.

Ironic it may seem, before when I hear news about mandurukot, I used to think na tatanga tanga kasi yung nadukutan kasi nagtetext sa kalye or showoff or something to that effect. Now that it happened to me, hindi pala sya katangahan. May mga tao lang talaga na mapagsamantala sa kapwa. 

Now, never will I understand why some people resort to stealing other people's hard-earned gadgets. Never will I accept the reason that they can't find a decent job to put food on their table dahil for crying out loud ang lalaki ng katawan ng mga taong nagpasasa sa perang pinagkakitaan after mabenta yung ninakaw na phone ko. They are the human version of parasites because I don't even think they pay taxes. Why would they involve the working class to their misery? It's not our fault that we have some things that they don't have. That doesnt' give them any right to make us perfect targets for such barbaric act. Never will I understand why there are creatures like that in this world. And never will I honor if those criminals would say that they had no proper education, that they're deprived in life, and that they don't have a choice. Dudes, we always have a choice.

To those people who were victimized by the Dura gang, one way or another, what they did to us will swing back to them in a very nasty, morbid manner. For now I am hurting but this too shall pass. I know Karma is digital.

Click here for more details about the Dura Gang!

Leaving on an Airplane (August 23, 2010)

With all the recent turmoil going on between PAL and its prime pilots, I’m exremely sorry if your flight has been cancelled. I know you just want to close that business deal in Davao, or take a vacation in Cagayan de Oro, or spend time with your family in Bacolod. You have your own reasons for flying and I respect that you are furious. Our pilots have their own solid reasons, too. And I respect them, too.

Many of our pilots have decided to leave the country and accept offers abroad. They’re now getting fatter salary, attractive benefits, travel perks for their families, and better airplanes to work with. International airline companies normally give around Php150,000-Php300,000. My college friend Charisse works as a flight attendant for Emirates Airlines and she’s taking home Php150,000. What more are their pilots? Now, for the others who opted to stay loyal with Philippines Airlines, their only request was to have their Php80,000 monthly pay increased even just a bit. Sad to say, Philippine Airlines, our country’s leading carrier, can’t see the point in giving such increase. This is what’s unattractive. Most employers here in our country don’t invest on its people as their only concern is to earn for themselves. In effect, many professionals tend to pack their bags, thinking they could get better chances in life if they are anywhere but here.

Knowing the work ethics and professionalism of the Filipinos, in most cases we end up succeeding against foreign counterparts. What I love about Filipinos is that we always take pride in everything we do. However, the growing number of people leaving is extremely alarming. Our Department of Labor and Employment should deal with both public and private employers and set the wages by making it in line with neighbor countries like Malaysia, Singapore, and Taiwan depending on the field of expertise. If the government can’t do something about this, please refrain from pulling out huge amount of taxes from our monthly salary. We love our country and our country should love us back. Let’s not wait until all the good ones are gone and what’s left are those unemployed, underqualified, or not qualified.

11 Things 2009 Has Brought Me (December 31, 2009)

1. Dad celebrated his first year in heaven last January of this year. I would be lying if I say that I’ve already recovered because I still immensely miss him. But I guess God took him away from us because He wanted me to learn how to spell the word 'responsibility'.

2. This year I was able to treat my mom vacations in Cebu, Hong Kong, and Macau. Apart from that I was able to spend weekend getaways in Puerto Galera with old college friends from UPLB and in Pagudpud and Vigan with JB, Noah, and Erwin. I wouldn’t want to mention the Bangkok trip that never happened but for the sake of everyone’s knowledge, please check your passport before booking a trip outside the country. Make sure it’s not less than six months from expiry or else you’ll get denied of entry by the airport officers. Never tell me I didn’t warn you because if you do, I’ll make you chew your passport.

3. Leaving my JP Morgan Chase family was one of the huge decisions I had to make in 2009. Chase made me reach my full potentials. In my almost two years of stay with this company, twice I became an MVP for the Manila site, a top seller, an events coordinator, a mentor, a subordinate, and most importantly, a friend. I miss CARMZ, Joe, Carel, Karen, Lauren, Nephi, and a lot more. And how can I forget Carlo Magalad. I can’t thank you enough for all the laughter, the push, the strength to stand criticisms, and the words of wisdom. We may have parted ways but someday when we come across each other I’ll make you proud.

4. After Chase, I entered the crystal clear glass doors of Thomson Reuters. The training is tantamount to taking an MBA in Financial Engineering so if you can just imagine the stress. Fortunately, I got included in this awesome team headed by Love Del Rosario a.k.a Mother. Our department, Reuters 3000 Xtra, is composed of 10 diverse individuals wherein 80% is stubborn, aggressive, and maarte, while the remaining 20% is bordering obsessive-compulsive. But I guess the universe truly has this unusual way of mixing people because when we are together, we work, laugh, eat, question other departments, and embarrass each other all at the same time. The best thing is that we criticize each other without judgement. Yes, it’s possible.

5. In September, my mom had a mild stroke. It was the lowest part of the year but God never left my side as He answered my prayers to keep my mom strong. Now she’s back in good shape. You know I’m not really religious but I do believe in Him. And trust me, when you find yourself in times of trouble, call Him.

6. Last March I got to watch “Zsa Zsa Saturnah Zee Musical” after several years of being unattached to anything related to theatre. I miss acting and singing on stage.

7. If there's anyone trying to bring you down, doesn't like you, or directly or indirectly disrespecting you for unfathomable reasons, simply ignore the person. That creature doesn't deserve any attention. But if he didn't stop, send a professional-sounding mail questioning how he was raised by his parents or ask how his childhood was like because it seems he had a painful one. Use highfalutin words which can hopefully make his nose bleed. If he still didn't stop, punch him in the face.

8. Finally I was able to open a checking/savings account. The tactic is to keep at least 20% of your pay and deposit it to the bank or do an online transfer before hitting the mall. I was also able to get pension plan for myself, a new laptop, and an LCD TV for the family. I’m still quite far from buying a new house and a car, but I’m working on it.

9. Facebook can really move mountains. When I turned 26 last October, I was overwhelmed by the countless birthday greetings on my wall coming from friends, relatives, and even old classmates from preparatory school. I realized that many people actually remember and love me despite of my ‘maldito’ attacks. Whether we admit it or not, Facebook is now a part of our daily routine. This site has swiftly became the perfect medium to express feelings, share pictures, chat with people, flirt, or simply just to attract attention. If you still don’t have an account, allow me to strangle you right about now.

10. I've had my fair share of failed relationships this year. Surprisingly, last December 6, 2009, I think I’ve met the 'one'. Some of my close pals will say that they’ve heard that line gazillions times before and a few will give me a timeframe of two or three months to last this relationship. But you know what, relationships are less than perfect. Say what you want to say morons and bitches but I’m giving this one my best shot.

11. Lastly, as the year ends, grasp on the idea that life has to move on. Whatever challenges we’ve had in the past, be it good or bad, learn from it. Free your minds and hearts from anger and bitterness, otherwise it will haunt us big time. And let’s swear to try to become a better person even on our own, minute ways. Oh well, call me a dimwit but I still believe in happy endings.

Happy Holidays everyone!

Bangkok Trip Gone Bad (November 24, 2009)

I have a friend named James who runs a gambling business somewhere in the north. By mid of October this year, he called up to greet me a happy birthday. As a treat, he gave me his credit card details so that I can book us a flight to Bangkok by November. I instantly went to the Cebu Pacific website, keyed in our details, and then finally had the itinerary printed.

November 23, 2009 came fast. I went home from work, packed my stuff, and then headed to Mall of Asia to meet James. We proceeded to Park and Fly to deposit his car. Upon reaching NAIA Terminal 3, we ran to pay the travel tax worth P1,620. After getting the receipts, we approached the Cebu Pacific boarding area carrying all the excitement with us. I was imagining temples, elephants, Phatphong, spicy delicacies, shirt shopping, and all the good stuff. In a matter of minutes, all the excitement flew away as I was denied entry by the airport officer. It turned out that my passport is less than 6 months from expiry. The not-so-attractive Cebu Pacific representative fed us a litany of terms and conditions, airport guidelines, and other several a chu chu which simply meant that I can’t fly to Bangkok that night. With extreme prejudice, James debated with the officer ala Attorney Katrina Legarda but all effort was futile. I stood in one corner about to burst in tears because needless to say, I badly wanted that vacation. Despite both of us feeling emotionally battered, James moved on to take the flight while I hailed the very first taxi I saw. I messaged my colleagues in the office and all of them gave a sympathetic, similar response: “P@%*ng i#%!” Without a choice, I went to the Department of Foreign Affairs the following day to have my passport renewed. And I’m telling you, it was never fun. I had to double the dosage of my Stresstabs intake that day.

The moral of the story is quite obvious. If you didn’t get it, then go get a knife and stab yourself. Oh well, I’m sure the Big Guy above had his reasons. I’m OK now.