Nadukutan ka na ba?
Ambilis ng pangyayari no? Malingat ka lang *whoosh* wala na. At syempre may sound effects, although wala naman talagang whoosh na maririnig. Tapos, maiisip mo yung tao tumatawa, "Nyehehehehe.." dahil nakadukot sya. Although wala namang importante dun sa nakuha, enumerate ko lang:
1. Earphones ng celphone
2. Charger ng digicam
3. USB adaptor ng digicam
4. Optical mouse
Badtrip pa rin kasi hassle at wala tuloy akong mauupload na pics. Andalas ko pa naman mag upload, like once a year... Anyway, gumaan na lang yung loob ko kasi iniisip kong sobrang wala ring kwenta yung nakuha nya kasi sira na rin yung earphones. Tapos baka gawin nya na lang pantali ng sapatos yung USD adaptor. Yung charger pwede nyang gamiting pangkamot kung bored sya. Yung mouse kainin nya, ewan. Badtrip lang, alam mo yun kasi naisahan ka. So anong lesson? Pangatlo na pala to by the way, una yung celphone ko, pangalawa yung reading glasses ko, tapos etong pangatlo package deal. Basta ingat na lang mga tsong, wala pang 1 minute to. Kung nakabag ka at naglalakad sa mataong lugar, jologs na kung jologs, sabit mo na lang sa kharap mo ng parang buntis.

Nasabuyan na ba ng semento ang auto mo?
Parang napagtripan lang. Akala ko nung una putik lang. Tapos upon closer inspection... "Ay PUTIK." Semento pala. Tuyo na at that. So pano to diba? Minsan ka na nga lang magdala ng auto, madadale ka pa sa parking nyo. May construction site kasi sa tabi at isang gabi, yun sa may 30th floor, may pipe na sumabog, malas lang talaga auto ko at nandun sya nakikieksena at ayaw manahimik sa parking. Yun tuloy nabagsakan ng semento droplets. Ang saya! Yeh.

Nakasigawan mo na ba ang isang truck driver?
Pero hindi naman talaga yung driver. Yung parang assistant nya lang. Inisip ko sana may panghampas ako, kumakatok sa bintana ko tapos may hawak na cross bar, nagsisisigaw pa ampucha. Kala mo naman anlaki ng kasalanan ko.
Ganito kasi yun: C5 diba trapik? Yung linya ko may nagstall so lipat akong linya. Signal na at lahat diba, pero dahil likas na kupal magmaneho yung mga kababayan natin, kahit sobrang layo pa nila at may nakita sila nakasignal papunta linya nila, magaaccelerate sila. Bakit? E kupal nga e. Ayaw magpasingit. E pano yan, nakaumang na kalahati ng auto ko? Preno tuloy sya. At ito ang resulta
*LOUD HORN at tunog ng preno*
Maron: Ay pucha.. *nakitang ang bumper ng truck ay mga 1 cm na lang ang layo sa driver side ng auto*
Asst ng Driver: "HAYOP KA!!!"
Maron: *drive away kasi ayaw nang makipag-argue at nagpapasalamat sa Diyos na hindi namatay nung gabing yun dahil sa truck na kupal*
So yun, pero dahil trapik, nagabot pa kami ng truck at tuloy pa rin sa sigaw yung asst driver ng "Hayop Ka" na medyo ironic na rin kung isipin kasi sya naman tong mukhang unggoy. Nagkaroon na rin ako ng urge patulan kaya lang may dala syang cross bar. Dehado pala ako. Sige alis na lang ako with the thought na well, at least hindi ako asst driver na jologs.

Yun lang naman.

The results are interesting. Swear.

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Noun: shit shit
    1. Obscene terms for feces
        ie. Who left this pile of shit in the bowl?
    2. Unacceptable behavior (especially ludicrously false statements)
        ie. Stop acting like shit.
    3. A small worthless amount
        ie. This is worth shit.
    4. A coarse term for defecation
        ie. Pardon me, but I have to shit.
    5. (obscene) insulting terms of address for people who are stupid or irritating or ridiculous         ie. You shit!
    6. Something of little value
        ie. This ain't worth shit.
    7. A narcotic that is considered a hard drug; a highly addictive morphine derivative
        ie. You got any shit on you?

Verb: shit (shat, also shitted, shit) shit
    1. Give away information about somebody
        ie. That guy shitted me out.
    2. Have a bowel movement
        ie. I need to take a shit real bad.

Interjection: shit shit
    1. Exclamation of annoyance
        ie. Shit!

See also: asshole, bastard, betray, blast, botheration, bugger, bull, bullshit, buncombe, bunk, bunkum, ca-ca, cocksucker, crap, curses, dammit, damn, damn it, darn, defecate, denounce, diacetylmorphine, dickhead, diddley, diddly, diddlyshit, diddly-shit, diddlysquat, diddly-squat, dirt, dogshit, drat, dump, fuck, give away, grass, guff, H, hang, heroin, hogwash, hoot, horse, horseshit, Irish bull, jack, junk, make, mother fucker, motherfucker, peach, poop, prick, rat, rot, scag, shite, shop, shucks, smack, snitch, SOB, son of a bitch, squat, stag, take a crap, take a shit, tell on, tinker's dam, tinker's damn, turd

Earlier today I was passing by the Podium parking lot. Yeah, the bato-bato open space that has claimed 2 leather shoes so far. Anyway, I was passing by thinking how much my feet has accustomed itself to the feeling of gravel in the morning when I saw this girl.

Time slows in my mind. Hmm.. I think I know her. This girl with the unat hair na halatang pinakulot to look Bohemish or Bohemian-ish. Whatever. This girl with the rounded jaw line, plump cheeks and white complexion. This girl na looks like she's 5'5" which made me feel slightly inadequate since I'm barely pushing 5'6".

You know those moments when you think you know the person and you're not sure of whether you should call her attention. So I did the tried-and-tested move of looking her straight in the face until she meets my eye. If she recognizes me, then great! We'll exchange "hellos" and "kamusta ka nas" and I'll try to gesture in the end, even if a bit awkwardly, "Hey, text me lang if you want to go out for lunch," which she'll never do naman. If she doesn't recognize me, then hehe, pasensya na, baka ibang tao lang pala talaga.

Well to make a short story shorter, let's just say the tried-and-tested manouver failed. It failed because it did not take into account the instances where the girl might focus her attention on the ground and not for once look up to see you passing by. Great. Maybe she lost a coin. Ok, let's make it a ten-peso coin. Or maybe she's has a poor foot-eye coordination and she has to see where she's stepping, making sure each foot falls squarely on the ground. And this, my friends, is not an easy feat considering the she also has to avoid bumping into the sea of people going in the opposite direction, me included.

As I pass by her with nary a whisper, I look back to see how she's faring. I mean, she barely missed a backing car just seconds ago. She must have a sixth sense working. And then BLAM, ako naman ang nabangga ng tao. Ayan, may pa-look-look back pa kasing nalalaman. Nabangga tuloy.

If I had a pet rat and a maze with cheese, I'd place the cheese out of the maze just to spite the little rodent dude. I'd nickname him splinter, and... I'm drifting again, am I? Ok. Back to the story: You see the funny thing with rats, even though I never owned one, and the last one I had was one of those white rats they'd sell outside of gradeschool (in SFACS! fo sho). Anyway, I'm not even sure if that was a rat or a mouse, someone help me out here, but they called it "dagang costa" or something that sounded like that. That was the time live animals were sold outside of school together with little chicks (chicks as in sisiw) that they'd sometimes color green or blue or pink. You see, normal yellow chicks weren't too appealing back then. And it suddenly escapes me how the average entreprenuerial layman would come up with PAINTED CHICKS. Woh. Painted chicks, by golly gosh ang galing!

Anyway, where was I? Right, rats. Ok, so about rats again: You see, rats according to the only book I ever read cover to cover in one sitting, drumroll please, "Who Moved My Cheese?" had this ability to just move on when the cheese is gone, unlike them tiny humans that stayed and mulled and made eery chants to their cheese god, cursing the heavens in spite. They couldn't move on. Ok wait, so my point is that you should read the book, and don't let me ruin it for you. I swear it's a really short book that I photocopied back in LS class and read in one sitting because we had to review it the next day. And this entry should've been a review. Hey, if anyone's writing anything at effing 7am in the morning, it's got to be someone who has nothing else to write about, has nothing better to do and just had to let out a few words for the f*ck of it. Just read the damn book.

Don't bother.

That's exactly what I was thinking... up until I wrote this next line. Well, since I'm here I might as well... It's been a while anyway and maybe this time I'd get to write something interesting again.

How about this:

THE TIME I GOT CAUGHT BEATING THE RED LIGHT

I was thinking: Ihahatid ko pa ba si Jaryd sa Ponti (yes, Jaryd goes to Ponti now) Anyway, it was during that night I had to judge for MEA and since Makati is on the way home, Jaryd asked for a ride. Ok, for the record, I HATE driving in Makati. For some reason I always get caught for something somewhere in Makati. So I hate it. But I thought, ok, medyo malayo ang Ponti from EDSA and besides, I know how to go there, so I guess hindi naman masyadong hassle ihatid si Jaryd. That's what I thought until a squad car came out of nowhere and made gestures on my side mirror. Oh fuck it.

"Sir beating the red light kayo." (Oh great, and I thought I was being caught for unloading a passenger in a Loading and Unloading Zone).

Ok to cut a long story short, it was past 12am and all the fucking red lights are fucking blinking so I couldn't get myself to think why the fuck the fucking POWlice would pull me over. I mean I hardly noticed they were following me. If they were really after me, then they would have flashed their sirens, not wait until I pull over a good kilometer or so from the ALLEGED red light that ALLEGEDLY doesn't blink on fucking 12am in the morning to let my passenger off, THEN knock on my window. By the way, this was Dec. 23. Fucking happy holidays.

So I thought, no you're not getting any from Maron. "Give me a ticket officer." which took him a pretty damn long time. Maybe he's stalling because I might change my mind and bribe him instead. But no. I wanted to be hassled because I won't give them the satisfaction.

So the ticket says, "Please claim 5 working days after issuance. Tickets unclaimed after 30 days will be blah blah court order eklat." Haha I didn't bother claiming it, just because I don't have the time and I don't believe I did anything wrong. This is going to be funny if ever this goes to court. I'll have to summon my only witness who happens to be in Singapore.

Or how about this one:

THE TIME I GOT REPRIMANDED FOR BEING SLOW

So it's nothing new. Simply put, boss thinks I'm becoming complacent and issues me a reprimand that had to be transmitted through my closest colleagues in the office. Ok, boss in not a face-to-face kind of guy. I mean, he's just in his cube and he still has to text me. But the reprimand works along this line: "Shape up. You're becoming too slow."

Oh, shot to the heart.

And how about this one to top it all off:

THE TIME I HAD TO TEXT "SUP NA?" AND ALL I GOT WAS...

Can't name names here, but the story starts with a birthday. So it was a birthday and so, like any normal person I text a greeting. So I say, "Hey! Happy Birthday :D Sup na?" Well, there was a reply at least, although I'm not REALLY sure, but it kind of gave me the impression that the person wanted to cut the conversation:

"Thanks for remembering!"

Haha. So that's the story so far. Move along now, nothing else to see here.

XMAS = 10XTRA LBS

People always put off diet or gym for the Christmas G (gimik for the layman), so I thought I'd go kontra-agos with my new program called: Maron's heightened desire to go to the gym because he needs a headstart with his Spartan body plan that he keeps putting off 'til next year program. Inspired by the red-cloak, rippled abs men of 300, I made it a point to go to the gym at least thrice a week. So since my last gym was Saturday, I wanted to get off work early so I could work out today. But like always, fate had other plans.

5:00pm Starts wrapping up. Flags emails for tomorrow. Synchronize phone. Wipe table clean. Eklat eklat.

5:45pm Paalam kay bossing and consultation about the day's work.

S' Andrew: Woh, maaga pa a. Dami mo pang utang sakin na pending.

Maron: Hehe, GYM ako sir e... *makes appeal on S' Andrew's health conscious side* (Ok, that seemed to work. He's dropping the subject.) *Asks question about recent email thread, blah blah boring work stuff*...

6:10pm: *walks to MRT in a huff, pauses to move the zipper of the bag closer to the corner instead of the middle (note: this will be important later)*

6:35pm: Ayala station, *saw Gelo and Memo racing down the stairs on my way up the escalator. Looked back to see who won* (PLACE YOUR BETS) *drumroll* Memo won.

6:37pm: Bus station below *felt my bag being tugged.. HWOPS, hawak, safety, tingin, MEDYO NABUKSAN.. lingon, saw a guilty-looking suspicious man walking behind me, at ito pa malupit, sya lang mag-isa so malamang sino pa pwedeng sumimple sa bag ko.. IMPULSE 1: Itulak papunta sa bus para masagasaan. Shet, muntik na talaga tsong. Pero naisip ko pano kung IMPULSE 1 nung snatcher: gripuhan ako. Ok... weighing options. Kebs na lang, foiled naman yung plan nya e. Buti na lang hindi nahita yung gamit ko. IMPULSE 2: Kapa ng wallet, cellphone at nangaratan ang snatcher sabay pasok sa pinakamalapit na bus. Murahin ang snatcher: "Tangina mo, snatcher, hoy ingat kayo dyan snatcher yan o, yung NAKADILAW AYUN! TANGINA MO!" Bwahaha. Medyo gumaan loob ko dun. Tang*na nya.Oks na uli, gym na to para gumaan lalo loob.

7:38pm Late nako, traffic pa sa Alabang. Ok lang, fine basta umabot ako sa bahay ng 8:15pm oks lang may 1:30 hours pako para magym.

8:10pm Malapit na sa bahay, excited nang makagym nang biglang.. *drumroll* wala yung auto..

!#$%!@#%&! Merry Christmas.

It's a lot like driving. You turn the steering wheel left, the car goes left. You turn it right... You get my meaning. But what if the car doesn't behave like it's supposed to? You turn left, the car accelerates. You hit the brake and your wipers start swiveling in their lazy taciturn manner. Worse, the car responds randomly so you couldn't possibly figure out what controls what.

Now, imagine that car as your life.

Some will argue much like Invictus that they are masters of their fate: "I know how my car behaves and I will drive it my way, like Hyundai."

Others take a less hands-on approach to driving: "I think I'll let the car take me wherever."

Now, I believe in fate, but I also believe in our small individual circle of providence. Ok, some people might have larger circles granted their positions in society, but at the nucleus we are supposed to be masters of ourselves and anything in our immediate vicinity (e.g. family). But beyond that circle of varying size, we are no longer masters. We are passengers in a car that has a mind of its own, or rather a purposeful path that we mistakenly conceive as random.

So why this stupid analogy? Because I want to COMPLAIN ABOUT MY F*CKING CAR! That's why! Purposeful shmurposeful. I think this stupid car, if ever the idea flies, is bound to have me dead, crashed on a concrete divider or flipped on its roof thanks to some stunt pulled at a most inconvenient time. And the most I could get out of it would be a half-baked analogy used in classes to explain, in the most coloquial terms, the gist of Calvin's ideas or the principle of Wu-Wei. Yey for Maron's car analogy. Boo for Maron, dead in some car crash, killed by his evil car from hell.

Alam mo yung early signs of trangkaso? Yeah, yung giniginaw pero hindi naman malamig. Ang malupit pinapawisan ka pa so hindi ka talaga makahiga kasi nakakairita na basa yung likod mo, tapos pag umupo ka naman mahihilo ka, tapos nanghihina ka na pero wala ka pa ring ganang kumain, gusto mong manood ng TV o magbasa ng libro pero mahapdi na mata mo. So hindi mo talaga alam san ka lulugar.

Well, bago ko kayo mahawa online, let me just recount the events prior to this flu.

1. I was looking forward to Friday as usual. You know Fridays at work. It's like you're barely doing anything anymore because you keep thinking, "Sana lunch na." And then you come back late after lunch and think, "Sana uwian na."

2. News of the bombing ran through the office. Daming rumors, LPG daw tapos gas leak, finally PNP investigators said, bomba daw. I texted the Makati people I knew to ask them if they were ok. Naks, concerned. Syempre ibang level na to. During the whole time that we were talking about the bombing, work stopped. It was a good few minutes of not staring a comp screens din.

2. Of course we had to get out on the dot. I joined the company badminton tournament. I was in level F, no surprise about that, but I keep thinking kaya namang magchampion, so tinatry kong kareerin.

    a. To give you an idea of the leveling, here's the description:
       A - Ang Tindi Mo, Tsong
       B - Basta Hindi Ka Pa Nagchachampion Pero Malupit Kang Tunay
       C - Competitive Na Rin Pero Kulang Pa
       D - Dehins na Masaya Laro Dito
       E - Ewan, Pwede Na Rin
       F - For Fun and Friendship <-- I'm here! Ang malupit kinakareer pa rin.

3. Olats kami both games. Rawr. Syempre may "tantrums" episode pako kung saan binato ko yung racquet sa court. Na-bother ako pagkatapos nun. Baka kasi akala nila pikon ako, which at the time, oo nga. E takte, level F na nga kasi...

4. After the usual Jade Palace (gilid), I went to Tere's UNO Fashion Series. Pero di na kami iinom since the Rickett incident.

5. I was expecting na makakuha ng UNO mag and autograph of Amanda and Phoem. Pero si Muri yung nakahita, tss. Tapos si Kekek pa yung naakbayan ni Amanda Griffin sa pic, tss times two.

6. Since hindi na kami umiinom ngayon, kumain na lang kami. Ewan ko kung saan, basta mahal. Putek tsong. Syempre right to left uli basa natin. Umorder na lang akong dessert. Verano daw. Ewan basta cream na may graham at mangga at may linya-linya ng chocolate syrup sa plato na hindi mo man lang masawsawan sa sobrang nipis. During the whole thing, whoo act like you've ordered this before na lang. Pag may nagtanong, "Ah, it's Verano... You know. Like the basketball player, Donbel. Ay wait... Belano pala yun."

7. We went home sober for a change. Earlier than usual at that, not that I'm saying it's cool to go home late, but sometimes you lose track of time. You know what Kermit the Frog always say, "Time's fun when you're having flies."

8. I had an eery feeling going home. Alam mo parang dinapuan ka ng kilabot? Hmm. Ano kaya yun, ominous kumbaga. Naks, minsan lang magamit yan, "Ominous."

9. Then yun na, bandang South Super, naramdaman kong "KABLAM", as in. biglang kumabig yung manibela pakanan. Ok... This can't be good. Pinatay ko yung radyo at naririnig, ang ingay ng takbo ng kotse. SHET. May feeling akong flat na pero alanganin pwesto ko. Nasa flyover nako and it was a long way to go bago makahanap ng shoulder sa South Super. To my right I passed by the Shell station. BIG MISTAKE. E nasa leftmost lane ako nun, sobrang alanganin na talaga. By the time I got the car to stop nasa tapat nako ng Villamor with the old riles to my left.

10. Paghinto ko biglang umilaw yung gas. GREAT. Sana sira lang yung indicator...

11. Baba ako to smell badly burnt rubber. My tire was shredded. It looked as if someone ran a knife right through the whole side of the wheel. The base was totally separated from the rims. I've dealt with flats before so I didn't panic. I calmly turned off the engine, took out the early warning device and proceeded to change the wheel.

12. Biglang dumating yung towing service. GREAT. Syempre sabay hirit na hindi pwedeng magtagal dito and they helped me with the wheel. Damnit. Parang nawalan ako ng choice a. Baka i-tow pa ko nito kung sinabi kong ako na lang. Tsupi.

13. Syempre habang pinapalitan nila may dumating na 2 squatters galing sa riles yung tipong wala pang t-shirt. Tsong, TINAWID nila ang south super. Putangina. By instinct, I took my celphone and wallet from the car. Later on I'll discover that I should have readied the golf club na rin.

14. Syempre nagmamar bigla yung mga bagong dating. Kala mo expert sa putanginang flat tire. Napalitan naman nila pero wala palang hangin yung reserba. GREAT.

15. Kelangan na raw ipavulcanize sabi nung squatter, meron daw sila dun sa kanila. in my head, I thought, yeah right. I was pleading with the towing service, asking them if they had an air pump. Otherwise they'd have to tow me to the main office.

16. I asked if hanggang Shell na lang ako i-tow para mapahanginan. Daming reklamo. Daming haggle. Dinramahan ko na lang na kelangan ko nang umuwi at wala nakong pera. Pero tanginaaa. 1550 pa rin. Well, I just wanted to go home so sige. Fine. GREAT. Na-tow ako.

17. The gas boy placed air into the wheel as I waited tensely. It had to be functional otherwise they'd tow me right back to their office. It held. The towmen placed water on the air inlet to see if it was leaking. And finally, NO BUBBLES! Bad for bubble tea but great for spare tires. I was going home!

18. As I paid the towmen their moolah, for which I had mixed feelings about, they told me to be more careful next time. He said, "Naalala mo yung dalawang masamang-loob kanina? Bumulong samin na sana hindi na muna kami dumating, hoholdapin ka lang daw nila."

Hoholdapin lang? Parang small deal a.

And even if I personally hated the towmen for charging that much, simply because they had the leverage (literally). I was somehow thankful that they got there before those squatters did.

It could've been worse, I thought.

So I got home, thanked God that I was still in one piece and without an icepick hole on my right lung. And readied myself for a really bad morning once dad sees the brutalized tire in the trunk.

And biglang nagkaroon ng malupitang assessment:

Editing out previous uneccessary conversation...
[09:35] friend: wag ka na kac magChinese chinese eh
[09:35] friend: haha bat ang hilig mo sa chinita???
[09:44] me: sorry a
[09:44] me: e yun talaga type ko e
[09:44] me: haha
[09:45] me: meron naman yung pwede sa pinoy
[09:45] me: haha
[09:45] me: kahit yung hindi pwede
[09:45] me: bakit si *bleep*
[09:45] me: tsk
[09:45] me: badtrip talaga ako kay *bleep*
[09:45] me: swear isang araw gugulpihin ko yun
[09:45] friend: tsk tsk
[09:45] friend: people always want what they cant have
[09:46] friend: ako gusto ko western hahaha
[09:50] me: haha
[09:50] me: anong western
[09:50] me: as in cowboy??
[09:50] me: haha
[09:52] friend: harhar
[09:53] friend: kano
[09:53] friend: para ala Keanu Reeves anak namen hahahaha
[09:55] me: ha! umasa sa keanu
[09:55] me: so ano yun mana sa daddy?
[09:55] me: hahaha
[09:56] friend: d ko gets....
[09:56] friend: basta gusto ko hybrid para cool hahaha
[09:56] friend: magaganda and guapo mga hybrids eh
[09:56] me: ay di daw gets
[09:56] me: ganon ba yun?
[09:56] me: yeah yeah
[09:56] me: hanap kang western
[09:56] friend: black and Asian maganda daw ah
[09:56] friend: pero ayoko
[09:57] me: eww
[09:57] me: blackanese
[09:57] me: haha
[09:57] friend: may nakita ako dati sa NYC na ganong couple
[09:57] friend: ganda ng girl Asian
[09:57] friend: tapos guy nya Black
[09:57] me: tisoy nako e <-- kapal e no
[09:57] me: haha
[09:57] friend: Chinese ung girl
[09:57] me: hanap na lang akong pinay
[09:57] me: na chinita
[09:57] friend: pwd rin hahaha
[09:58] friend: ano kaya labbas ng anak ni *bleep* n *bleep*?
[09:58] me: tsk
[09:58] me: dont say bad words!
[09:58] me: haha
[10:00] friend: wag ka na umasa Maron
[10:00] friend: for good na un
[10:00] friend: ako personally kung c *bleep* fight ako
[10:00] friend: sbrang decent guy nun eh
[10:00] friend: mayaman, talino guapo pa
[10:00] friend:
[10:07] me: tss
[10:07] me: yeah yeah
[10:07] me: kanino ka ba kampi?
[10:08] friend: *bleep* is also my friend
[10:08] friend: good catch cya, sorry Maron
[10:08] friend: how impt ba are looks for u????
[10:08] me: haha
[10:08] friend: c... let's say... *bleep*. what do u think of her?
[10:08] me: errrr
[10:09] me: off the radar?
[10:09] me: haha
[10:09] friend: yes
[10:09] me: no i mean she is off the radar!
[10:09] me: haha! off the record ata iniisip mo
[10:10] friend: tsk tsk
[10:10] friend: may itsura c *bleep* ah
[10:10] friend: lookswise, what do u think? Pasado ba?
[10:11] me: tsk
[10:12] me: maybe some other person might find her attractive
[10:12] me: not me though
[10:12] me: teka, ano bang iniimply mo kay *bleep*?
[10:12] me: hindi lang naman looks yung tinitingnan ko dun e
[10:12] me: kung looks lang marami din ibang ok or more
[10:12] me: pero sobrang bait talaga
[10:13] me: i mean, wala e, hands down sobrang bait and alam mo na genuine
[10:13] me: madaling kausap, lahat na
[10:13] friend: talaga? eh, c *bleep* mabait rin naman ah
[10:13] friend: c *bleep*?
[10:13] me: not really
[10:13] me: madaling kausap ha
[10:13] me: i mean sya pa lang, of all people ang nakilala kong nakaka-take sakin
[10:14] friend: hahaha ganon naman parati eh, pagmaganda na, u need just a bit personality
[10:14] me: hinde
[10:14] me: merong maganda pero never mong liligawan
[10:14] friend:
[10:14] friend: like? *bleep*?
[10:14] me: *bleep* is over my head
[10:14] me: para lang akong driver nun no
[10:14] me: haha
[10:15] friend: wahaha
[10:15] friend: *bleep*
[10:15] friend: *bleep*
[10:15] me: *bleep* isn't nice
[10:15] me: *bleep* and i are good friends but i don't think magiging kami ever
[10:15] friend: hahaha kung ganon taung lahat magisip eh di c Chris Tiu lang ang eligible bachelor
[10:15] friend:
[10:16] friend: i mean, to us girls
[10:16] friend: eh c *bleep*???
[10:17] me: err no
[10:17] me: not *bleep*
[10:18] me: haha panong magisip?
[10:18] me: hindi naman chris tiu level
[10:18] me: ang kelangan lang naman natin yung nakakasundo natin e
[10:18] me: diba yun naman talaga yung crucial?
[10:20] friend: hahaha
[10:21] friend: hanapan nga kita
[10:21] friend: marameng friends c *bleep* na single whahaha
[10:22] me: haha thanks ha
[10:22] me: pero oks lang
[10:22] me: medyo naweweirduhan ako sa set up
[10:23] me: hindi ako sanay na makipagmeet with the premise na pinapakilala for potential howe
[10:23] me: haha
[10:23] me: daming issues e no
[10:23] friend:
[10:23] friend: hahaha ako rin eh
[10:23] me: diba?
[10:23] me: putek
[10:23] me: awkward from the start yun
[10:23] friend: hehe ang impression ko kung nagpapaset up, desperate
[10:23] me: yun din
[10:24] friend: kac hnd naman magpapaset up kung wala ng mahanap na iba
[10:24] friend: i mean, kung may mahanap by him/herself
[10:24] friend: but.... c *bleep* and guy niya now set up rin lang ah
[10:25] me: onga naman
[10:25] me: but then again, how else can you meet other people diba
[10:26] me: it's not like bigla nalang somewhere naglalakad kang magisa bigla mong makabangga yung girl/guy
[10:26] me: tapos maguusap kayo
[10:26] me: tapos bibigay/hihingin yung number
[10:26] me: tapos magclick
[10:26] me: tss
[10:26] me: hindi naman movie to e
[10:30] friend: actually nangyayari yan.... sa mga super gorgeous ppl lang
[10:30] friend: hahaha
[10:30] friend: that's how *bleep* and her ex met
[10:30] friend: 5 years cla
[10:30] me: putek
[10:30] me: fine.

Ewan ko dito kay Ricks pero biglang tinopak:

[11:45] rickettcruz: bro
[11:45] rickettcruz: tignan mo nga kung totoo toh syo
[11:45] rickettcruz: north boy - mga caloocan people and up north. south boy, mga alabang/pque people and papunta south na...
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ang north boy, kung gusto ka, liligawan ka.
ang south boy, hindi mo alam, nililigawan ka na pala.

ang north boy, crush siya ng barkada mo.
ang south boy, gustong makatambay ng barkada mo.

ang north boy, liligawan pati nanay mo.
ang south boy, babarkadahin ang nanay mo.

ang north boy, tahimik at polite kapag kasama ang pamilya mo.
ang south boy, makwento at masigla kapag kasama ang pamilya mo.

ang north boy, first date ninyo sa nakaka-impress na restaurant.
ang south boy, first date ninyo ay movie tapos coffee.

ang north boy, bongga magregalo.
ang south boy, simple pero meaningful ang ireregalo.

ang north boy, sasama sa yo at sa barkada mo.
ang south boy, isasama ka sa barkada niya.
[11:45] rickettcruz: parang sakin medyo tama ejh
[11:45] rickettcruz: hahaha
[11:45] rickettcruz: kaw south boy ka eh
[12:57] funnymacaroni: medyo tama din
[12:57] funnymacaroni: sakto pala pota
[12:57] funnymacaroni: haha
[12:58] funnymacaroni: ieentry ko to a

c/o Kuya Koks: Tsong, ingat sa Abu Dhabi. Say hello to Mr. Rabigh "With Just one Hand" for us.

ATTITUDE IS EVERYTHING
by Francie Baltazar-Schwartz

Jerry was the kind of guy you love to hate. He was always in a good mood
and always had something positive to say.
 When someone would ask him how he was doing, he would reply, "If I were
any better, I would be twins!"

He was a unique manager because he had several waiters who had followed him
around from restaurant to restaurant.
 The reason the waiters followed Jerry was because of his attitude. He was
a natural motivator. If an employee was
having a bad day, Jerry was there telling the employee how to look on the
positive side of the situation.

Seeing this style really made me curious, so one day I went up to Jerry and
asked him, "I don't get it!
You can't be a positive person all of the time. How do you do it?"

Jerry replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, 'Jerry, you have
two choices today. You can choose
to be in a good mood or you can choose to be in a bad mood.' I choose to be
in a good mood. Each time
 something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to
learn from it. I choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their
complaining or I can point out
the positive side of life. I choose the positive side of life."

"Yeah, right, it's not that easy," I protested.

"Yes, it is," Jerry said. "Life is all about choices. When you cut way all
the junk, every situation is a choice.
You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect
your mood. You choose to be in a good
mood or bad mood. The bottom line: It's your choice how you live life."

I reflected on what Jerry said. Soon thereafter, I left the restaurant
industry to start my own business.
We lost touch, but I often thought about him when I made a choice about
life instead of reacting to it.

Several years later, I heard that Jerry did something you are never
supposed to do in a restaurant business:
he left the back door open one morning and was held up at gunpoint by three
armed robbers. While trying to
open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness, slipped off the
combination. The robbers panicked and
shot him. Luckily, Jerry was found relatively quickly and rushed to the
local trauma center.

After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Jerry was released
from the hospital with fragments
of the bullets still in his body.

I saw Jerry about six months after the accident. When I asked him how he
was, he replied, "If I were any better,
 I'd be twins. Wanna see my scars?"

I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his
mind as the robbery took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked
the back door," Jerry replied.
"Then, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could
choose to live, or I could
choose to die. I chose to live."

"Weren't you scared? Did you lose consciousness?" I asked.

Jerry continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was
going to be fine. But when
 they wheeled me into the emergency room and I saw the expressions on the
faces of the doctors and nurses,
 I got really scared. In their eyes, I read, 'He's a dead man.'

"I knew I needed to take action."

"What did you do?" I asked.

"Well, there was a big, burly nurse shouting questions at me," said Jerry.
"She asked if I was
allergic to anything. 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped
working as they waited for my
reply. I took a deep breathe and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I
told them. 'I am choosing
to live. Operate on me as if I am alive, not dead."

Jerry lived thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his
amazing attitude. I learned from
 him that every day we have the choice to live fully. Attitude, after all,
is everything.

In fairness pumunta naman talaga ako sa field. Playing field!

Ok shet ambaduy non.

Kanya-kanyang excuses, akin yung field work, si joe off-set na lang, pero si jess ang champion: AWOP (absence without pay) haha. All for the love of the game. Buti na lang kumana si Chris "Ahahahaay ang Macho ng Braso" Tiu sa ending. Imagine, isa lang ang tres ng Ateneo the whole game, buti na lang yung crucial pa.

Expect na makalunok ka ng mouthwash.

Yun, nagising ako. I quickly read the label to see if I should induce vomiting. I mean if it can be safely gargled then it's not that bad kung malunok diba? Diba?? Besides, konti lang naman yung nalunok ko. It was just enough to make me realize, "Shet, hindi pala 'to shot shot!" Tapos wala namang nakasulat na "In case of accidental swallowing, see a doctor," so I guess ok nga lang. Nakasulat lang naman: Kills germs, Leaves mouth cleaner, Prevents tooth decay and Get cleaner longer-lasting fresh breath, so oks na malamang yun, at least now pati esophagus na-clean na rin.

Anyway did anyone read the Ateneo group postings lately? I'm all for entreprenuership, but the guy who posted the complaint about the intense proliferation of multiply sellers posting leads on the Ateneo group does have a point. I mean, yeah, sometimes they offer interesting items like "I'm not a plastic bag" BUT do they have to post the same thing twice or thrice or fwice? (That's four times) In a ROW at that! They take your attention away from the other, probably more important announcements that are too shy to make their headers all caps nor pepper it with 10 exclamation points. In the end, it just makes you want to delete all the emails, important or not because you hate seeing unread posts in your inbox. And that defeats the purpose of the group. I mean, it would be better if we could make a group solely intended for commercial puposes. Sellers and interested buyers could join and at least know what they are getting themselves into. Let's name it "Tianggeneo de Manila" or whatever, just to leave the Ateneo groups free for more "Fight Blue" posts or "Beat Al Salle" or "Mustah Na Poh, I'm Sso Strezzzzzed" posts. <-- Shet, whoever posted the last one should leave the group ASAP.

Langya ka Jan Imbat! Haha.

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c/o Ryan
Shoutout to Ska, sup b?

MAGIC #1
An Indian discovered that nobody can create a FOLDER anywhere on the
Computer which can be named as "CON". This is something pretty
Cool...and Unbelievable.... At Microsoft the whole Team, couldn't answer why this
happened!
TRY IT NOW ,IT WILL NOT CREATE " CON " FOLDER

 
 
MAGIC #2
For those of you using Windows, do the following:
 
1.) Open an empty notepad file
2.) Type "Bush hid the facts" (without the quotes)