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ang mga bagot

November 11, 2008

every single minute he raises his head to think, to glance at the clock ticking in this solitary room washed in white. this place that he is staying in is a place that he could not call his own, but his mind is trapped. the time that has been ticking for so many seconds, minutes, hours. the room was locked outside, a single narrow block of opening gave him the opportunity to glance outside, to watch shadows cross, to watch eyes peeping and fleeing. 

 

he is not waiting for anything. 

 

he has no purpose to wait – no, in this room, only time was relevant –  or was it? his thoughts, his actions, his words wouldn’t prove importance in this solitary room. the ticking of the clock continued – the sound bouncing on the empty walls. there was nothing to wait for but the next tick of the clock and the change of the time. 

 

mornings and evenings were not a factor in this room, even the clock’s presence has not established this phenomenon. 

 

a minute passed and he slowly hang his head down again, waiting for the next minute to come, to let in the irrelevant thoughts, the echoing what-ifs, what could have been, his life, his purpose, his existence.

 

 

 

 

minsan ay naaninag nya ang araw na pawang sumisilip sa kanyang mumunting bintana. 

 

sa lugar na ito, ang mga pader ay malamig, hindi nagbabago anuman ang panahon. ngunit tuwing nasisilip nya ang sinag ng araw, isang hindi pamilyar na init ang kanyang nararamdaman, na mabilis namang nawawala. minsan ay napagisip isip nya kung ito ba ay isang ilusyon, ngunit kung iisipan pa niya ito ay wala namang papatunguhan. 

 

sa lugar na ito, pawang ang oras lamang ang may buhay. 

 

lahat ng kanyang kinikilos ay naihahalintulad nya sa hangin na dumarating na lamang. ngunit ano nga ba ang alam niya sa hangin? lahat ng mga bagay, ang hangin ay isa, ay mga kathang isip lamang. unti-unti nyang isinara ang kanyang mga mata habang pinapakinggan ang paggalaw ng orasan. 

 

paminsan minsan naiisip nya kung siya nga ba ay buhay? hindi nga ba siya isang pawang kaluluwa lamang? o siya ba ay nasa ibang mundo? ang mga ito ay walang importansya. 

 

unti-unti nyang minulat ang kanyang mata at tumitig muli sa orasan na walang humpay na gumagalaw, niloloko ang kanyang pagkatao, ang kanyang pagkabuhay, ang lahat ng ilusyon at kathang-isip sa lugar na ito na tanging ang orasan lamang ang may karapatang mabuhay.

that stupid APO song makes me want to kill

July 27, 2008

I’m writing this because my cousin recommended that I blog about this.

Lately I feel that the wrinkles between my eyebrows are deepening since I’ve become easily pissed off whenever some jologs treat me like some celebrity. (just typing this made me subconsciously grit my teeth)

Some elaboration – they say hi, they wave, in other words they’re PAMPAM. Nagpapapansin.

And I’m not even celebrity material. The heck, I don’t even dress girly or sexy!

Well too bad they’re trying to get the wrong attention – instead of me taking notice of them and waving back or striking a conversation, I instead want to bash their jaws, break their neck, shoot them with a gun, slice them into half, throw a large rock at them to cause concussion, and even more. I guess they’re good at making me exercise my imagination, but of course, in an entirely negative way.

There’s this jologs tricycle driver guy in the Alabang village where I board who, for some reason, always sing that damned APO song which starts with ‘Nakasimangot ka naman palagi’ – he sings that line everyday when he sees me every morning and EVEN AT NIGHT when I pass by.

And he does it without fail. I really wanted to take the option of picking up a rock and throwing it at him in full force or punching him in the face repeatedly until his teeth falls out. I even imagined shooting him with a gun just to shut him up – SERIOUSLY. I want to seriously kill him.

I even curse everyday from hearing his damned voice and I rarely curse in my whole lifetime. I want to say it again now, TANGINA TALAGA!

But then again if I give him the attention he wants – even the negative attention – he might be even satisfied. Shit, so what do I do now?

He’s not the only jologs creep who I’ve encountered that treated me like some kind of a celebrity – or even an item in the supermarket. Just yesterday in South Supermarket in Bay, Laguna, there was this effin creep who crept past me and said ‘hi’ and I even had a whiff of his nauseating cologne. I looked around since I might know who greeted me but there the fuck he is, waving at me.

WHAT THE HECK??

I know that I shouldn’t really take this seriously, but I’m really offended. What do they see me as, an effin whore who’ll wave back, be flattered at the attention and strike up a conversation, go with them on a date? OF COURSE NOT! Who would even think it’s a great way to meet people when first of all, they act as a creep by just wanting to take my attention? I don’t even know them, and I DON’T want to know them.

In that village as well, there are these people from the squatters area who greet me with ‘Hi, cute’ when I pass by. They’re too close that I want to pack a large rock, get it from the bag, and then bash it on their head til I’m satisfied.

In short, I’m not really flattered when guys do this. No proper guy would even do a creepy thing like that to take my attentiion. If I had a gun, I’d probably in jail right now. I really want to kill those creeps.

Grrrrrrrrrrr.

looking back

May 11, 2008

Who knew that growing up would be a pain. Ah, actually we all do, right? Haha. But then again I didn’t anticipate all the physical pain that I’d be going through – I honestly thought it would suddenly sprout out the time I turn the golden age of 50. But no, as young as I am now (am 21 if you don’t know), I find myself worrying about pain management.

The obvious culprit is desk work. What, you thought that sitting and looking at the PC eight hours or more a day wouldn’t take a toll on you? Bullshit, dude. Haha

Again, I’m talking about my back. Friday, May 9, marked the day I had a needle poke my back. Funny thing is that my reaction when the needle hit me was to laugh. The syringe contained steroids to eliminate the  trigger point’s inflammation.

Every now and then when the pain nags at me at certain time of the day, I wonder if I had any worries about these in my past life. I know that once you age, your memories cover the unpleasant events that happened, especially on your early life. Yes, that’s why you thought your childhood is uber happy. Anyway, in my high school years, I remember the depression, the lack of confidence, the anger, the rebellion, the sickness (that even made me absent for a whole week) but I never remember any physical pain. On college, I remember backaches, waking up early in the morning to study, failing exams (HAHA), happiness, but NO PAIN! I could even write a story for couple of hours straight and not feel the urge to stand up and stretch or do anything whatsoever to distract myself.

Haha, I think I want to admit to myself now that stress has something to do with this.

I just wonder sometimes how it feels not to have my muscle spasming every now and then or having a bad stiff neck, stiff shoulders, butt aches… well, sigh. It would be great to have a pain-free day without having to drink Lagaflex, Celebrex, or Lyrica. The doctor advised me to drink these meds if I feel the pain, but I don’t want to be dependent. However, all the med-free remedies that I think of require effort. I think I’ll try to brush my laziness away for some time and put in some effort to relieve the pain.

It’s so nice to look back at how carefree life was when I was younger. I remember being 17 and wishing I wouldn’t step out from that age. I remember telling someone that my ideal age is 17 and I wouldn’t want to age more than that. But then again life interferes. I’m now 21. I’ll really dread the time I turn 30. For me, turning in an age like that requires a lot of courage HAHAHHAHA and pressure of course. (Like, when will you get married????)

As you age, complicated things bug your life. It’s all about you now. How would you make your life better? What would you do to improve your life? You have to work hard. You’re not playing around now. Be serious now, or life will screw you up. Also, what would you eat for dinner, for lunch? HAHA, it’s really tough! You can’t eat noodles for dinner or you’ll suffer the circumstances later in your life. You can’t eat a lot of fats, or, again, you’ll suffer in the future. A lot of responsibilities pile up which makes being an adult a hard thing to experience. There will be happiness, but certainly there would be worries. Worries about money – YES! Shit, what am I talking about? lol

I think it would be great if I step out of this adult shit for a while and experience being carefree again. I wonder when that would be.

rich people

April 18, 2008

These people who are rich who want to act rich – their auras are simply suffocating. Unfortunately these people crawl in Alabang (like a disease), especially in Alabang Town Center where rich kids and families from Ayala Alabang live.

You’ll know who these arrogant people are just from how they look, act, and speak. Ah, it’s so irritating just to think about it again. >___<

I was in Makati Supermarket nearing 9PM on queue for the cashier. In front of me were these two mothers, I presume, who has a little boy on tow. The little boy was really quiet but the two mums were constantly talking.

First thing I noticed from them is their eyes. They have these sleepy pair of eyes which has an eyeliner and a mascara. It’s like they purposefully put it so they could look down on other people so effectively that they would feel so powerful. It has this ‘Doña’ effect that made them look even more annoying. lol

Well at first I wouldn’t really care about how they looked – at first they looked like normal people to me with a cart filled with a lot of junk foods and food. Annoyance crawled in when they started showing their ‘rich’ personalities.

This one mother was constantly talking to her friend and ignoring her son. The son even pushed the big cart towards me which his mum stopped a while later and then turned her attention again to her friend. She seemed not to care about his son, who was obviously trying to seek attention from her. The boy then continued his attention-seeking by pounding on his chocolates but the mum was saying ‘stop that, we’ll pay for it later’ or ‘stop it, ____’ or calling his son’s name is a really bland, bored, voice, which seemed like she was just saying it for the heck of it. Her son wasn’t listening, of course. What the hell, is she even a mother?

It reminded me of a dog trainer training his pet how to sit, roll over, and play dead. ‘Doggy, sit. Doggy, roll over. Doggy, play dead’ – like that.

There was no affection whatsoever with the mum. I jumped to the conclusion that this boy has a nanny waiting at home, and this mother only has social parties to care for. Anyway.

The food they bought was another. As they started putting the groceries on the table, I noticed a lot of junk foods, softdrinks, chocolates… Yes, indulgence. Giving their children whatever they wanted. There were not even a trace of healthy food. And this mum was constantly looking at my grocery basket which has three items: Gardenia chocolate bread, kit kat choco bar, and sachets of shampoos. I thought, what, you want to pay for this too?

It was really close to closing time so the cashier told the last person on the queue that he was the last customer to be served. The guy didn’t hear it, and wow, this mum pulled off a really annoying (REALLY REALLY) stint – she repeated what the cashier said in a mataray, loud voice. It had a tone that said ‘that was it, you stupid guy, didn’t you hear it?’

That’s when my annoyance fully kicked in. I mean, what the hell, the guy didn’t even do anything
to you, what’s your right to raise your voice at him like that? It got into my nerves that I started shaking my head at the lady who apparently didn’t notice.

The display of arrogance. What are these rich people’s right to look down at other people and treat them like crap? They have no right whatsoever.

I thought that these rich people who probably were born rich in this world have no care in this world. We are currently in a food crisis which they probably don’t feel a bit. Perhaps if the fuel price hikes up, they wouldn’t be at the least concerned. These rich people annoy me the most. They don’t have a bit of empathy for those who don’t have it all.

They should just go drown themselves in Pasig river. They have no use for this world.

Haha, yes, this is what boredom does to me. And my being solitary. I think about a lot of useless things and observe endlessly.  XD

fibromyalgia: it explains all

February 8, 2008

Today, as my mum advised, I went to the doctor who specializes in orthopaedia and arthritis to have him check my back. Fortunately, I was allowed to go go on a half day for the check up, since the doctor is only available MWF from 4 to 7pm.

Ever since high school, I’ve been cracking my back every time it hurts. In high school, it was no big deal – I could live with the pain. But as soon as I started college and experienced more stress than fun, the pain came. Then as I graduated and worked and went on a lifestyle that requires sitting in front of the computer for 8 hours minimum per day, I experienced really bad backaches.

I never told anyone about this because it was just minor shit – I could live with it, and definitely other people could live without knowing it. Everytime I go to the comfort room, I stretch a lot to relieve the pain. But it never goes away.

And so the doctor looked at my back and diagnosed me with fibromyalgia – which, explains all the hassle that I’ve been experiencing practically my whole life. I never thought that what I term as simple backaches cause a lot of different non-backpains.

And I quote medicinenet.com:

What is fibromyalgia?

Fibromyalgia is a chronic condition causing pain, stiffness, and tenderness of the muscles, tendons, and joints. Fibromyalgia is also characterized by restless sleep, awakening feeling tired, fatigue, anxiety, depression, and disturbances in bowel function. Fibromyalgia was formerly known as fibrositis.”

Furthermore:

” Also, patients with fibromyalgia have impaired non-Rapid-Eye-Movement, or non-REM, sleep phase (which likely explains the common feature of waking up fatigued and unrefreshed in these patients). The onset of fibromyalgia has been associated with psychological distress, trauma, and infection.”

So that explains why I’ve always been feeling tired when I wake up in the morning. It’s not necessarily oversleeping since I feel so tired and I feel still sleepy when I wake up with eight hours of ‘good’ sleep. It also explains why I wake up easily when someone opens the door, steps into my room, or simply make sounds outside my door. Definitely, I haven’t been getting deep sleeps.

And yet another true point:

“Mental and/or emotional disturbances occur in over half of fibromyalgia patients. These symptoms include poor concentration, forgetfulness, mood changes, irritability, depression, and anxiety. Since a firm diagnosis of fibromyalgia is difficult, and no confirmatory laboratory tests are available, patients with fibromyalgia are often misdiagnosed as having depression as their primary underlying problem.”

And it’s true. I’ve had short term memory ever since high school. Depression is true as well – I often get depressed about stuffs that I shouldn’t really get depressed with. Same with concentration. lol I guess everyone has a problem with concentration. 😛

What’s funny though that the pains exhibited in medicinenet.com of those who suffer fibromyalgia are exactly what I feel on my body (pardon my terrible English, am not in the mood to write today XD). And I quote:

“Pain usually affects the neck, buttocks, shoulders, arms, the upper back, and the chest. “Tender points” are localized tender areas of the body that can bring on widespread pain and muscle spasm when touched. Tender points are commonly found around the elbows, shoulders, knees, hips, back of the head, and the sides of the breast bone.”

When I go for a massage, those parts hurt the most when it’s massaged. Especially the upper back.

I also have a mild scoliosis, which is not really serious at all.

Anyway, it’s just good that I know what has been causing all these shits that I have been experiencing. Now, I’m drinking some drugs again to ‘cure’ the pain together with therapy sessions every Saturday. Actually I can’t wait for it to start since I’d be getting really nice massages, perhaps. Heehee

Another downside is: I got to spend the money for drugs instead of spending it for the blouse I want. D:

Sighness. I need more money! Boohoo.

in buses: you see double, triple, quadruple???

February 8, 2008

Boarding Laguna-bound bus in Alabang makes you feel the ‘air’ of the province. I felt this when I boarded the bus at 2pm in Alabang. The bus was sluggish and slow trying to make the bus full by stopping at points where passengers were waiting. And while the bus was at it, these vendors step up and sings.

Haha, of course, not literally ‘singing’. They’re more of yelling the products they’re holding or yelling with a tone unique for those who live in Laguna, most specifically in Sta. Cruz where their accent or tone is similar to singing.

Ponkan… Ponkan… matamis, sariwa… Ponkan…
Itlog ng pugo… itlog ng pugo…
Chicharon bulacan Chicharon malutong…
Mani mani mani mani mani…
Nilagang mani, bagong luto, nilagang mani…
Mineral water, ma’m, sir? Mineral water
Minute burger, minute burger kayo dyan…
Buko pie buko pie buko pie, pang pasalubong, mainit pa, buko pie (when we arrive in Calamba)

And what’s funny is there were so many vendors stepping up the bus and yelling the same product that sometimes I thought, hey, this is the same person as earlier! Or was I seeing double? lol It’s like a marketplace where everybody is competing with the same product they’re selling.

And it was definitely noisy, of course. It’s like being in a marketplace except that you’re in a bus sitting. It could be annoying at times when you want some peace and quiet and there they go with their business.

Some vendors are quite persistent since even though there are passengers standing in the bus, they squeeze in and still promote their products. Hehe. That greatly annoys me. 😛 But that’s what they live for, so I can’t quite blame them.

The sights and adventures of going home. 😛

Hana Kimi (J-Drama)

January 13, 2008

All I can say is… I LOVE LIVE YAOI!!!

Yaoi = (ya-o-ee) Stories in anime or manga which focus on male homosexuality (not necessarily erotic in nature). www.animecritic.com/resources/glossary.html

Since shows on TV made me bored and my sister and I already finished the latest season of CSI Las Vegas through the holidays, I searched for some comedy Japanese Dramas. The I found Hana Kimi!

Hana Kimi is a Japanese drama based on a completed manga with the same title. The manga was also adapted into a Taiwanese drama. It’s a story about an American-raised girl, Ashiya Mizuki, who idolized a high jumper named Sano Izumi. When Ashiya discovered his idol stopped high jumping, she went back to Japan and enrolled in an all-boys school.

AND THEN YES!!! YAOI!!! Haha… >__<

It shocked me that Shun Oguri (also star of Hana Yori Dango as Rui) turned brokeback to his co-star Ikuta Toma! The scene turned into yaoi (!!!) when Oguri got drunk over nara pickles and turned into a kiss-monster. Hehe. I can’t stop laughing  XD

YAOI MOMENT!!!
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Another thing that made me like Japanese drama more than Taiwanese or Korean drama is my familiarity with the language. Somehow I can’t stand the sound of Chinese or Korean. Plus, the boys are cute. Hehe  Also, the humor is really random and the funny scenes really REALLY unrealistic. But really funny though.

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 >______<

BPO boom = does it help?

January 12, 2008

Ever since I stepped in the van bound to Los Baños in Festival and heard three girls talking about applying to call centers and being really proud about it, I’ve been thinking, how does call centers affect our country? It helps build up the economy and generate jobs… but for who, actually?

These jobs are for everyone who has the capacity to talk fluently and deal with clients around the world or here in the country. Minimum requirements include being a high school graduate and has a strong command of the English language. But of course, even those who are overqualified who wanted to earn big bucks can apply as well. It’s pretty much open to everyone.

So then I go back to the three girls talking about applying to call centers. As I was just beside them, I heard all what they were talking, all the time holding back from visibly rolling my eyes. The two girls were applicants who went around Alabang to apply for call centers – well, mainly voice call centers. The other girl has a lot of experience with handling calls as well as non-voice correspondence with clients.

They were talking enthusiastically about where the two girls can apply. It seemed like they were having a hard time getting through a call center, even though the girl claimed some of the exams were really easy. The girl was telling her other companion to refer the two girls for them to get in for the job. If a person doesn’t know the details and listened accidentally to them, I think that person would mistake them talking about applying to non-call center jobs.

But I admit having a job at a call center and talking about it like it’s the typical skill/knowledge-based job is a normal thing. But what disturbed me was that these girls apparently came from the University of the Philippines Los Baños and recently graduated. And they were talking about applying to call centers like it’s their priority.

The girl was even bitter of not being a Development Communication student back then since she wanted to be a teacher. She said, quite spitefully, that she landed in ComArts instead. And then I thought, I have an officemate who graduated from UPLB who had a degree in Communication Arts and she’s an account manager.

Then the two girls were quite down since they didn’t pass some of the exams in the call centers. They were asking for the other girl some advice where to apply next and what to do in their next exams. The other girl was saying, once they get some experience, they’ll surely get the call center job they wanted.

Is it that hard to find a job related to your course? I know it’s one’s preference to apply as what they termed as “CSR” (customer service representatives) [which I honestly mistook as corporate social responsibility], but you have studied for four years of your life, took exams, conducted a thesis (or practicum), had your family become proud of you being a graduate from a well-known university, and then after you graduate, you decide to go and search for a call center job.

Maybe it’s one way of saving up and taking it easy. There are a lot of call center business established here in the Philippines mainly because we’re cheap in terms of salary and our English is best in Asia, so it’s easy to find one and take an exam. Compared to finding a job related to your course, yes, it’s really really tough to find one. But that doesn’t mean that the country’s running short on jobs related to everyone’s course and that all that’s left are customer service representatives post where I could assume that competition is gradually increasing since everyone flock there.

However, some see having a CSR job a ‘career’. Sure, since for long months you’ll be talking on your headset monitored by a team leader, then you move up to being a team leader where, yeah, you’ll be talking on your headset plus monitoring your team. Then, when you finally want to search new horizons, you’ll be going where? To call centers again.  It’s a never ending process where your career is based solely on a cycle which you cannot get out of, if you decide that to be your career.

I also have a housemate who took Development Communication as her course and she has been working in a huge call center in Alabang for more than two years, I think. When I told her I’m working as a writer, she said, “Ah, so you stuck on your course, huh?” Well, shouldn’t we? I don’t want to waste what I’ve learned in college.

And then I have acquaintances from college who I have high regard for. They’re the people I thought will go to greater heights. They were so proactive back in college, and now where are they? In call centers.  It’s a great mystery I still have to find out why.

I’m not making fun or looking down at call center agents, take note. I’m just flabbergasted (I like how this word sounds hehe) to see those who graduated from a four year course in good universities who choose to have a career in call centers. I thought that once you choose your first or second priority in degree and campus in high school, you have a dream you wanted to chase. I thought that once you set your goal in high school, you have a vision of yourself in the future on what you’re going to do.

It’s idealistic, but let’s be realistic and not practical. What exactly is the purpose why you studied for four years in college? For me it’s to have a good future. I want to climb the steps that would draw me to success on my career. Even though I receive shit pay, I know these hardships would pay off.

Let us not be practical and not think what is the easiest way to earn money. Don’t think what is the easiest way to get in a company. Think, what would be your future?

(I wanted to write an article more in-depth and researched, but what the heck… lol I don’t want my work to be carried to my blog writing.)  >___<

So hapEee PC!!!

December 24, 2007

My Christmas wish is… a laptop! And somehow it became true…

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I got an Asus Eee PC 4G!!! I must admit, it’s the cutest techie thing I’ve ever seen – it definitely beat my fascination with DSLRs or uber high-tech compact cameras. This laptop has all the Internet fix I need – including webcam, microphone, pidgin, and even wireless connection! The specs might not be too high-end, but it has all the essentials a high-end laptop can have. Plus, it’s easy to hack! Hehe I already have limewire running – I just need to configure some stuffs to accommodate my everyday needs.

I’m quite excited to work now since I can bring this uber small and compact laptop anywhere and use the Internet in… ehm, Wi-Fi spots in malls. So excited!!! I can chase boredom away from my dead spirit anytime now. =3 Only thing I should buy now is a portable hard drive and a portable dvd-ram for more happy dabbiness. XD

The laptop has Xandros Linux OS, which is pretty easy to use. The minimalistic feel of the graphics and icons, plus the addition of a taskbar made the interface familiar. Not too XP-ish, but more of the integration of XP and Mac, and the unique touch of Linux which has the big shortcut icons on the screen. Since I’ve had a taste of Linux before, handling Xandros OS is very easy to use.

SO HAPPEEEE!!! It really embodied the term ‘compact’ for laptops. I could just fit it into my body bag and off I go to Wi-Fi hot spots to surf. Free Internet! Haha ^^;;; Although I actually get to pay for the laptop. MEH. That means no food trips or splurges anymore T___T Boo-hoo.

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But Rosey’s still happy. ^___^ All’s good.

poetic creative juices (and other things)

November 30, 2007

Creative poetic blabber

Living in Alabang every week and being splurged with the urban landscape and lifestyle, I found my creative poetic juices flowing out. Unfortunately I either forget about it, or postpone the idea because of the lack of time (and the lack of a portable laptop).

Yesterday (Thursday), for example, it was raining quite badly when I arrived at Plaz@ B where our office is. I had my duffel bag slung on my left shoulder and a body bag on my right, and then I see these people crowding under the roof of the building – apparently most of them smoking. I’m usually annoyed to see pollution coming out from the streets as well as from the supposedly unpolluted building, so I thought:

‘Pollution coming out from all sides’

I usually had one-liners popping out of my head when I am in a creative phase then I’d write a poem or if I feel like it, a story. Unfortunately, at that time I was in a rush to get in the office as I am already 15 minutes late, and when I sit in front of my computer, all I had to do was to DO work. So no time at all.

I also had those spurs of inspiration when I see street children sleeping on the floor in the pedestrian overpass in South Station, when I am in a cab going to Makati (or Ortigas, or elsewhere, for that matter), when I am alone in my room in the boarding house, or when I walk alone and see the pollution and buildings poking out from every direction. I really have to buy a notepad.

Coup de etat

November 29, 2007 is the date that stupid Senator Trillanes set up a standoff or some called it coup de etat, which brought soldiers to smash the lobby of Manila Peninsula Hotel in Makati City. Damn them, the place had great food and the lobby is too divine to be smashed. I experienced my first press conference in that place, so I was rather pissed because I want to go back there for another presscon. Teehee, very selfish, eh?

Anyway the people are naturally scared and panicky. Even our two big bosses were scared and started calling their kids to see if they’re all right. They thought it was a major coup de etat in Manila, but apparently it was only a standoff in Makati. Our officemates even searched for an available radio and TV (in the end, we got a radio) and turned the radio on for us to be updated. It was quite maddening since I remember our home when there’s a typhoon and I have to work amidst the reminiscence lol.

But still, the event spurred a major terrible traffic going on in all sides. Plus the curfew that the government enabled didn’t help the panic that the people felt. That includes me as well. I got stuck in bad traffic for almost four hours when I left for Laguna at 7:30PM. Already SLEX was clogged really badly and the shortcut that the driver took didn’t even help. We arrived in Calamba, near Lianas, to see the cars stationary so much like a queue in McDonalds hehee. So we took the route to the highway and we re-entered Calamba.

The driver even scared me since he informed us that the traffic going to Los Baños will be worse since there are checkpoints. I was scared that I texted Michi that I might get caught up in the traffic and may not get to go home. But when we arrived in Real, voila, the traffic is GONE and all was left was the usual pollution and the normal traffic of Calamba.

I arrived at Los Baños nearing 11:00 PM. I originally wanted a hot fudge sundae in McDonalds but it’s closed hehe. So I settled for Ministop to eat something. I haven’t eaten dinner that time. The good thing is that I am home, and taaa-daaaa, the TV is there! I miss watching and hearing TV. Gahd.

Tired. Stressed.

For three consecutive nights, I found myself spending overtime in our office until 11-11:30PM. Monday night I had to get home past 11:00 PM and got scared out of my wits for the bums outside our village. They said some really immoral things which scared me out of my wits. So the next night when I got out of the office past 11:00 PM again, I took a cab which cost me P200 (but reimbursable by the office) and did the same on Wednesday night.

Thank God for cabs. And I realized the food in Samurai is really, really good. ^___^ Loved it so much. Like Eat-Sumo in Los Baños, but so much better.

Now I will splurge in all the sleep I can get. I’d squeeze some work during my day off for our press conference on Monday and Tuesday, then I’d sleep, sleep, sleep, and EAT!!! Unfortunately I have to do house chores though. Heehee

I’ve ranted enough and I need a bath badly. Heehee thanks for reading this (if you’ve reached this point). Toodles.