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没人性的我....

我今天真是太急了。
由于工作的烦脑，发了一大脾气，说出一些不应该说的话，不故意伤了一般同事们的心。
说道歉看起来也是太迟了，因讲出的话并不能收回。。。

A Match Made In The Badminton Courts

Last Sunday’s badminton game was prolly my bestest ever….It was the first time for me then, since starting with the badminton craze about 8 weeks ago, that I didn’t miss more than 5 shots in any game that I had my butt into…..and that’s considering I had only about an average of 4.5 hours of zzzz’s over the entire week! That’s pretty good already for someone who gets to successfully return a shot only about 5 times for an entire 3 hour session, haha =) So is this the beginning of my badminton career? Yeah, yeah, In my Dreams!

Of course, I don’t wanna sound like an incessant badminton braggart now, so I guess I have to spurt out the fact that I was paired up with relatively good players. Uhm…no, not just good, but rather, GREAT players. You know, those types that could easily tackle on 2 worthy adversaries all by themselves and are still able to emerge victorious afterwards? Actually, they’re soooo darn good that I don’t need to do anything anymore (‘cept to act like a dummy partner) inside the court haha! Nah, of course I did my part! Am actually getting the hang of the game already and my volleyball skills are starting to reveal and establish itself in terms of the badminton game. Not long now, am sure I’d be able to smash shuttlecocks the way I smash my volleys. =) But till then, mangarap na lang muna ako ng gising hehehe.

Now, speaking of my partners (all of whom happen to be guys), one of ‘em had the same getup as mine….not entirely….but extremely CLOSE. I was wearing a dark blue shirt with neckline & sleeve-ends of the color red matched with gray jogging pants with white linings on both sides, while he was wearing a black shirt with the same red neckline & sleeve-ends paired with gray cutoff shorts with white linings on both sides like mine. Considering that my getup is not what’s usual, especially on the color combination, it really is kinda weird for me to see someone with my “almost-identical” getup. But what’s really funny is that we both didn’t notice our getups until all of our other friends started hooting the uuuuyyyy’s and the yiheee’s at us. Someone even joked that we might have prolly communicated our attires with each other beforehand…to which we both exclaimed “Hindi nho! We just met!” in collaboration, which of course led to more raucous and hoots from our mentally-wicked friends. Haay, intriga nanaman!

From our “near-likeness” ensembles, to our blushing visages & more than similar reactions and responses, down to our winning ‘doubles’ game streak, we both weren’t spared of the “matchup” intrigues. While having our game, some friends of ours were already playing matchmakers & were continuously yakking that the reason why we kept on winning was because we’re both inspired with each other! Hello!!! The guy’s relatively good kaya with the sport…..siyempre, with an itsy-bitsy help from me on the backroom, haha! Feeling! But seriously, I think the reason why we kept on bagging the winning crown was because we pretty much have the same wavelength…..well, just look at our attire and you’d know that we prolly have the same beautiful minds (cough cough!) hehe…plus the fact that we do help each other out…..I stay on guard in front while he does his work at the back. Good teamwork, right? Sure is. Well, of course it wouldn’t hurt if we do think alike, right? I guess, we are a match made in heaven, este, in the badminton courts pala. =)

…Uh oh, I think I shouldn’t have said that! Oh No!! Am never gonna get away with all the badgering this’ll cause! =P

Incredible Incredibles

Ever heard the line "No man is an island" ?
And do you know how true this statement is?
If you don't, then, I suggest you go see the flick "The Incredibles"
It's a super-hero action animated film packed with moral lessons to enlighten confused and egotistic views that we, human beings as well as heroes, have in common....such as, swallowing our pride and acknowledging that we can't possibly do everything ALONE, and that we do need the help of others every now and then.
Of course, the movie isn't just about ego and stuffs like that, for it doesn't lack in terms of comedy and romance to relax, soothe and entertain one's soul.
Great for peeps of all ages if I should say! Truly incredible these Incredibles!

Blissfully Single...

yet quite miserable....

yeah, you heard me right, and this is also prolly the first time you're hearing it from me.....that, am obviously blissfull with singlehood yet inconspicuously miserable within.

Most of you who know me personally would prolly start thinking that there's no way that those lines could have come from me, literally, as I was, for some reason, epitomized as a "MANANG IN THE MAKING".....sigh....oh well, am a Fashionable Manang In The Making naman nho! haha!

Then, some of you would mayhap go further down the drain and declare that the blogger blogging this sh*t here is a mushy & sappy version of me that I am not in reality. But guys, this is really me blogging this sh*t, and sh*t it really is as I am not comfortable with the idea that am turning into one freakin' sentimental fool myself. Inconceivable huh? Believe it or not, but I've been trying to shroud the emptiness that I feel on yearning for that one right person to come along into my life with my pretense that I am single & loving it.....and that I am one tough lady who doesn't need a man to complete her life. And just as I like to taunt people who turned 360degrees on the words that they initially let out with "Isaksak mo yan sa baga mo!" , I guess then that I, too, would have to take a wedge and pierce myself for eating my own words. Sheesh!

To be honest, I don't know what came over me these past few days/months that I should feel soooo......sigh....Maybe it's Jerry Maguire's "You complete me!" line being replayed over HBO that instigated it all; or maybe it could be mother's constant nagging that an ancient old prune like me should be well-settled already; or maybe it was me attending too much weddings of late that clearly suggested that the number of my "single" and "unattached" friends are near the boundary of zilch, in addition to gaining a multitude of toothless little tyrants who would yak and call me "Auntie" or "Ninang" as soon as they learned how to speak. Actually, it's not really bad.....that last one, but I prefer to be called "Achi" rather than Auntie or Ninang, as both seem to stress the word "old" in my face, haha. It could also be the result of seeing too many "attached" passersby with blooming countenance that hinted on the warm, gushy-mushy-squishy feeling that is quite contagious (maybe, they should have been quarantined so that I couldn't have contracted all these mush that am talking now....sigh!) Oh well, I guess I've been struck by a BIGGER stone or something this time to be affected the way that I am now (note: it's STONE for you, not cupid....so don't go assuming that I have fallen in love)!

Still shaking your heads in disbelief that I'd been metamorphosed from one "manang-wannabe" to a "not-so-single-wannabe"? Better get used to it guys, as all these mush is just the beginning of more mushes to come. And as if I don't know, but I think you guys are extremely ecstatic over my sudden change of disposition and are prolly celebrating over the fact that the former love icequeen is starting to melt its ice. I just hope that whatever caused my change of heart would be worth the trouble! =)

Am just a Small Tuna Fish in an Ocean Full of Sharks

Well, sort of...

Or at least that's what I consider myself to be in this politically marred, ethically skewed self-serving world of corporate existence.

From the purportedly simple HR process down to the unpleasantly entangling nature of the macabre “under-the-table” approach to anything and almost everything involving corporate affairs, politics seems to play one hell of a major role in our working environment. It sucks, doesn't it?

As my friend puts it: “That's corporate life for you, dear. A cutthroat dog-eat-dog world. You can't choose which game you wanna play; it's the game that chooses you.” Not a good thought huh especially for someone who's pretty much stubborn when it comes to dealing with choices.

I basically grew up believing that we are afforded with the right of choice; that each one of us can opt to pursue one course of action over another, be it good or bad, for as long as we are able to bear the consequences of such a choice. So, when you parade the words “NO CHOICE” in front of me, it's like asking me to throw my birthright out of the window. No, siree! Will not tolerate such absurdity!

I've been employed for over 6 years now and have had my own share of experiences in this dog-eat-dog corporate set-up. I've been enticed....almost, but not quite....by some offers that I'd be easily accommodated into a good starting position and package of companies in which these enticers (my family acquaintances) either have connections or are more or less influential to be capable enough of dictating the employment process. This is what we Pinoys usually term as “lakad" or “palakasan system". I could have worked as a high-post high-paid but morally clouded employee for an international company out of these supposed arrangements, but I chose to go against the flow of this ‘palakasan system’ and worked my way up the corporate ladder.

Unfortunately, some co-employees of mine don’t see it as such. What I keep on incidentally hearing is that I was only able to reach my status because I happen to be a friend of the daughter of a former “cornerstone" employee. Little do these taleteller colleagues of mine know, I had the worst interview process of 'em all! I spent an entire afternoon then (roughly around 5-6 hours) in the interview chamber that is now my boss' office. And of course, it had to be the President, the EVP and the VPs who took turns in questioning and dissecting my capabilities and my character before finally ruling that I am fit to take on the responsibility being assigned to me. Once accepted, I busted my ass in meeting the executive's expectations and carried on to make a name for myself and to prove my worth....all without kissing asses and indulging in office politics like some of these taletellers do. In short, I've earned my place! Now can you imagine their chutzpah in accusing me of sweet talking & politicking my way up while trying hard to conceal their own stench?!! They shamelessly solicit for favors from suppliers and customers in return for some “under-the-table" arrangements that prove to be disadvantageous to the entire company; they coyly influence the hiring committee to take in their “alagas” despite the latter's obvious incompetency, so that they could have more of their kinds around to help them perpetuate “office politics”. Now, who do you think is engaging in politics huh?!


This is my life on the corporate setup. And as tempting as it is to join in on such ‘politicking’, I clearly refuse to associate myself with the word. Now, don't go telling me that I have no choice but to go with the flow, ‘coz I damn well know that I do! Call me a naïve or a stupid little tuna fish swimming in an ocean full of sharks, but this is my choice, my prerogative, my freewill.

Spidee Meets Super Mom

I was taking a leisurely bath one Sunday morn, when, out of the corner of my hazy eyes, I saw something creepy crawling at our bathroom floor. I turned towards it to find it gone, but was more than freaked out when I completely saw the creature about an arm or two's stretch away from me on the bathroom wall! A gigantic spider, the size mayhap that of Shaquille O'Neal's enormous hands....blackish brown in color but with some specks of yellow & red accentuating the hideous mass of a creature scientifically classified into the arachnid family! Where the hell did this grotesque creature come from?!! We sure don't have any trees near our place where it could have hidden and grown into one goliath of a spider! And what merits this unwanted guest's call?!!

EEEEEEKKKKKKKK!! The monster literally moved on all eights and has adjusted its position so that it seems as if 4 pairs of eyes are now fixated on me! Bloody hell! Am not sharing my shower with that thing! With shampoo dripping and all, I quickly raced out of the bathroom. Wait, did I just imply that I was stark naked?! No, no, correction....I was able to grab my towel naman along my speedy way out of the bathroom, though of course I can't conceal the fact that am practically bare beneath it....good thing, i don't have any male family members....or else it would be one twisted source of entertainment for them while one great embarrassment for me (whew!).

Spiders don't usually unnerve me before....that is, until now. The one inside our bathroom is as big as a crab. Actually it really looks like a crab, only with black mass of fuzzy hairs, 8 eyes and all.....but crabs (no matter how big they are) aren't scary enough since they don't spring on people, spiders do however. And this particular one seems to have THAT perverted thought in mind.

Positive thinking...Am not allowing myself to be daunted by this creature, No, no! Taking a deep breath, I slowly peeked inside our bathroom to check whether my 'unwanted guest' changed its mind and left (through the bathroom windows) my bathroom and I, our peace. Nope, no sign of it on the walls......on the ceiling, nada. Coast is clear. Maybe it got bored of our plain bathroom & left entirely. I gave out a sigh of relief and proceeded on to finish my bath. I started humming a melody and AAAACCCCKKKK!!!! It's on the floor next to my feet! Damnit! What have I done to you to deserve this freakomania that you're causing me?!! Have I killed any of your family members or relatives that you came here to avenge their deaths?!!! I never touched any spiderlings, how much more kill it (uh, unless you consider the incident wherein I accidentally squashed one with my rubber shoes, as a pre-meditated murder!)

As if goliath spider can read my mind, it inched closer to me as I tried backing away from it. This scene continued on until I eventually had my back against the wall. Knowing full well that there's no more room for me to draw back to, I gathered all my courage to finally lift one leg in an attempt to crush it behind the soles of my slippered feet.....only, the bastard's too quick as it swiftly swung itself a nigh breath space to my bod to land on the side of the bathroom wall close to me.

EEEEEEEEEE!!!!!! Help! Am gonna be webbed!

Within a couple of seconds, Super Mom charged in on my rescue....or was it? She barged in our bathroom door so loud that it'll prolly make a deaf cringe and demanded me to explain why am shrieking loudly enough to startle even the dead! I pointed to the object of my fright while trying hard not to tremble while saying "the...the...there's a GGGIIAANNT spider b-bbe-si-dde mmm--eeee!"

Oh that! mom exclaimed while trying to hide her obvious amusement over my paled terror-stricken face. '' ei sus, it's just more than a handful....you're a hundred folds larger than that!" and continued to add " you can slap a bigger person silly and take them head-on, but you can't manage an overgrown spider?!"

"Ma! Spare me the lecture and get this arachnid out of the bathroom, Please!"

What she did next truly amazed & grossed me out....she picked up a small handtowel (since she can't find a broom) and unsuspectingly grabbed hold of the spider with her hand & towel! It struggled and broke free from her grip and leaped unto her chest.....Yikes, I'd sooner fall down dead at the thought of goliath spider on my chest! But my mom....well, she just calmly brushed the helluva of a spider to the side and proceeded to play "patintero" with it. After a minute or so, she stood up grasping the cringing creepy thing & claimed victory.

"You go on right ahead with your bath as I see that your shampoo had already frizzed your hair into tangles. I'll just put this bastard away from you."

"Oh, ma! What would I ever do without you?" I smiled and kissed her lightly on the cheeks & gayly stepped into the shower to finish my bath. So long, Spidee! There's no other way for you but down now that you've met your match in the form of my Super Mom! haha!

Brouhaha

Just can't contain my sort-of wrath any longer, so, here I am, ranting my heart once again on my blog. You know what's causing my ire this time? Well, how many of you have friendster accounts? Do your friends bombard, spam and clog your bulletin posts with meaningless chain letters and all? Well, mine do! As a matter of fact, my bulletin is always full of these "pass this unless you want something bad to happen to you" or "pass this so that friendster wouldn't delete your account" nitwitted glut!

My God! Are these people really that gullible as to believe that those chain letter brouhahas are for real?! Get a hold of urselves, dudes! We aren't living in the Middle Ages where witchcraft, sorcery, & necromancy abounds (that is, if there's any truth to those ancient middle age tales of black magic and stuffs)! You know it's quite funny to think that scientists consider modern people (like us) these days as shrewder and more level-headed than to be easily deceived and led to believe such hoaxes & nonsenses in comparison to our past counterparts. False notion, I guess, as most peeps still don't excercise or they choose not to excercise their reasoned judgment. They just hop in on the bandwagon of clogging and spamming bulletin posts and inboxes of friends & acquaintances without thinking whether the message that they are sending are completely true & accurate. Pardon me for saying this, I don't give a damn whether you are a conformist by nature or by choice, but being one doesn't mean that you have to dispense with your brains and reasoning. As long as you can't prove the validity of that what you are communicating or claiming, then, in my opinion, be kind enough to keep it to yourselves lest you confound your viewers & listeners! But if you really feel like sharing the message, then by all means do so, this is a free country....BUT confirm first the message you are sending with a credible and a proper source (note: credible AND proper....as a friend could be a credible source but not necessarily the proper source....got that?). If it turns out that the information on what you want to send out can't be vouched, and still, you persist on the act of sending it, then, again, be kind enough to put a short note saying that it is not a fact but rather just a thought/opinion. But, in my way of thinking, who needs your damned opinion when it's not requested for anyway?!

And as for those who believe that a piece of scribbles could actually do you any harm, PULleease, quit the bullsh*t. God forbid! But I really want to beat some sense into you guys! However, if you're not daunted by my crisp words and vile temper, be more afraid of the One who could make even the devil cower in fear and in terror. Don't make Him come down and beat some sense into your stubborn mind and soul!