Missing the Gods
February 29, 2008I was re-reading all the 336 messages in my phone’s inbox when I came across this message sent by a college acquaintance,
missing in action: AGEO and EKO. their whereabouts: girlfriends’ arms
Marvin on cam
EKO, AGEO, MARVIN: the boy gods. (sans PATRICK, umuwi ng maaga)
Of course, these same nag-ma-marunong at nag-ma-magaling gods could also be depended on when it is Mr. Predicament who chooses to ridicule one of us. (Sabay sabay: Weeeeehhhh?!) Haha! Yup, tried and tested! They were and will always be there!
Just some of our tanga moments…
Can’t wait for that 18′’ pizza? Just go ahead and slice up your friend, and she’ll even be so happy to help you in easing your hunger! Yan ang true friend!
Jaja eating Melai at Trinoma
We may have lamest faces but have the strongest egos…
Juju, Marvin, Jaja
There’s rain outside and then boredom inside. What to do? Gather in one house, and go play leg wrestling with your friends!
Jaja, Ageo, Juju, Eko on large aero bed
And if you didn’t have fun with leg wrestling, go attack the person next to you and shake her head just what you do with a pineapple juice in can.
Si ageo ay walang kapatid na babae. So just imagine nalang kung meron. Tsk tsk.
Last tanga moment in this list of few.
May nagkainlaban sa loob ng elite circle! Gano naman nakakawindang yun para sa aming super duper inosente at platonic na pagkakaibigan? But all went well after namin sila pagtawanan at pangdirihan.
Trivia: In our godly circle, "Tanga ka" is synonymous to the name of the person you are talking to. e.g. In text messages "Hoy, tanga ka! Asan ka na? Kanina pa ako dito!"
I’m glad we’re able to keep the friendship even some of us have already graduated. (Di kasi kami magkakabatch lahat. The batch ranges from ‘98 to ‘04.) It’s really awfully cool to have godly friends like you, guys. You’re all who I always want to laugh my ass off with… until we brim our eyes with tears in desperate grasp for air. 
OMG, I’m being mushy. Janina, out!
What’s for lunch?
February 27, 2008Would you please pass me the ketchup, mustard, or any other condiments that you have there in your kitchen? I think will be needing those to as I am about to eat my words.
What’s the thing about?
I am expecting to see myself as a call center trainee soon.
Okay, so on my last remaining days in college, I told my friends and myself that I WILL pursue a CSR job here in Pinas right after I graduate. I wanted to do so just to have a few years of work experience, which I (according to my Tita) would need in order to land a job that is in
After seven months in an anarchic office in Ortigas, I became a bummer. I was enjoying my newly found career at home for quite sometime when my parents started giving me their undisputed special attention.
Kelan ka ulit mag-aaply nyan?
Ipabigay mo resume mo sa mga kameeting ng tatay mo.
Anong aaplyan mo na kung ayaw mo nang magsulat?
Di naman kita nakikitang umaalis at nag-a-apply.
It’s not that they did that to kick me out of their house, let me do the work, and then collect my money afterwards. (Pang sindikato?!) In fact, they never asked anything from me when I started earning my own money. I knew that they were picking on me because they’re just tired of seeing me wasting my time, energy, and skills on basically, nothing. I understood that. But then again, QLC a.k.a quarter life crisis was an issue (and I think it still is) that I tried to overcome myself.
Then one day, my mom egged me on to do something, for the nth time.
“Wag mo ng intayin yung sinasabi mo na gusto mong trabaho sa *toot*”
“Eh anong gagawin ko?”
“Bakit di ka NGA kasi mag-call center?”
“Ayoko NGA nun, iba pag call center.”
“Eh kesa GANYAN ka.”
Classic.
Ganyan ka.
The most “malaman” line anyone could ever use!
Hmm, is it…
a.) kesa internet ka ng internet buong araw di ka naman pumupunta sa jobstreet.com at sa jobsdb.com
b.) kesa kain ka ng kain di ka na gumagalaw, tataba ka na
c.) kesa shopping ka ng shopping hindi ka naman sumusweldo, mauubos na ipon mo
d.) kesa nood ka ng nood ng tv at dvd, wala ka namang pang bayad sa cable at kuryente
e.) all of the above… and more! Haha! Baka umabot tayo ng letter Q eh, mahirap na.
Okay, it could be letter E. It is letter E. I know.
Anyway, that “ganyan ka” line made me think about taking risks and wasting time, and how the two would work for me. I finally considered applying for a CSR position, and since my good friend, Louie, was constantly asking me my resume (for referral pay’s sake,) I finally sent it to her. Fortunately, I passed the exams and interviews, and all I need to do now is to complete my requirements, because only then will they ask me to sign a contract and start my training. (
Hmmm, so, where are the ketchup and mustard? I’ve almost finished my not so scrumptious meal!
Couldn’t!
February 24, 2008Trying to encode a single thought from my freaking mind into this laptop is like hitting my head twenty times with the dark heavy bottom of a frying pan. I am having a hard time articulating my experiences these past days and I can’t understand why. I just keep on hemorrhaging any line when I start to type it. Ugh, what’s the matter peanut butter?! (See? Recycling a Pinoy corny line in my entries was never my strategy. Lack of words, pardon me.)
I need a break. (Read that line as if I am Macapagal-Arroyo chagrined by my husband’s scandals, and of course, by my own ones. That is, assuming that they could feel that way.)
Maybe I’ll just go start reading a book or whatever. Talk to you soon, blog page!
From Fair to Excellent.
February 19, 2008Been hearing that a lot of alumni are in a fume because they feel that the UP Fair or Feb Fair in our campus continuously becomes more and more tedious every year. I totally, totally disagree! Of course, a “fun” fair is relative, that is why. Any fair could be cool or boring to anyone. For me, even if the UP Fair scenario would be like this: not as much “pakalat-kalat” alcoholic drinks to douse our livers in as before and the number of mainstream bands that play on stage are not more than two, I know I could still have fun. All I really care is that I get to bond with my UP ADS hommies in our resilient bamboo booth; and I get to hug my other hommies from other organizations in other booths. (Oh! too many "other" in that line.)
Some of UP ADS alumni with three resident members
And those were what exactly happened last Friday night. Less drinks, less bands. More bonds, more hugs. Well, for some, it was more than just that. Because of an extra treat, which made the event really memorable.
The fair fair started to get so much better when, on my way to Los Banos, I heard from my bestfriend that my most favorite band was scheduled to play that night. The band already played last year but I wasn’t able to catch them for some un-sober reasons. So upon learning the fresh news, my nerves roused to an emotional response. I was freaking excited. I had never seen them perform live. I could have, when I planned to go to their anniv concert with the Manila Symphony Orchestra last year, if only I wasn’t ran out of tickets three weeks before the event. Worst regret I have. Anyhow, I’m not a huge fan of the band, just of their music and lyrics. (Magkaiba ba yun? Siguro. It’s like this, I don’t adore the charcters in the band, not like how I adored Backstreet Boys in my early teens.) When our feet or rather our slippers touched LB ground at 8.30pm, I couldn’t wait any longer, but had to. Around 11.30pm, when we felt that the band was setting up on stage, we pulled our asses off the grassed field and ran towards the stage. Me, May, Patrick, Yen were together. Syempre na-excite, nagkawalaan lahat. At the not so backstage, we saw him; this generation’s god of pinoy music, Ebe. Then our faces lighted as if ours are the best energy-saving bright light bulbs ever invented!
Okay, so I realized I also like the band. Not as loco as a BSB fan, but I like them, not just their music and lyrics. Haha. And as all four of us are makakapal ang muka, we asked our friend Bart (Ebe’s highschool batchmate and friend) to do something for us, because he was one of the group accompanying the band since they got in LB. He obliged to our request. Bart talked to Ebe and the former took this shot.
Yipee! Then after that, we moved to the east part of the crowd in front of the stage and just watched them perform. I was absolutely happy that night. Fair wasn’t just fair, it was excellent!
Oh well.
February 14, 2008Warning: Don’t continue reading beyond these first two lines if you missed Amazing Race
Wiping my chocolate cake off.
February 13, 2008
For someone like me who is single and female, Valentine’s Day is just nothing but a slice of a yummy creamy chocolate cake… clouted my face. Ye, it could really seem as horrendous as that, trust me. But fortunately, I always somehow see the bright side of that occasion and never have I felt bitter about it, not even about this coming one. Perhaps because I just simply love love, with or without someone extraordinary to share it with. So, despite the expected slight suffering from the absence of an intimate person beside me on this year’s V-Day, I would still gladly celebrate it—in a way that could seem pathetic to some. Movies. Oh, nothing will surely beat chick flick marathon on Valentine’s! Disagree?! Okay, do you have any better idea? I’m sure you don’t. (Don’t mention bar and club Valentine chorvas. Partying in the metro is non-existent in my life.)
Well, for those who will have a date tomorrow, don’t ruin it, okay? Be sweet and thoughtful to the other person and make it extra special. For those who have none, (ehem!) well, we have nothing to be bitter about, right? It’s just the way it is… for this year! Hah! We just have to make sure we wipe off that cake on our faces before a potential date sees us with a messy face.
Just listen.
February 8, 2008
I’m sure you processed all the things I had told you despite the “alcoholed” tone you were sounding that night. All true—none of those I said that isn’t. And since it’s all true, please do believe it, so you will eventually stop being a whiner. Trust me, it will get you to nowhere but your own prison. Worse, it will get you into much smaller confines like that of a bath soap box. I bet you won’t like that.
As much as possible, I don’t want to interfere with you and yourself. It’s your problem anyway, even if I am the one who caused it. Despite your consistent yet false claim, it’s only you who could come up with a solution. But you just don’t get that, do you? You do not, ‘cause you robustly refuse to understand it.
Did you hear me stutter? What part of my “answer” don’t you get?
For the last time, I ask you to not look back. You had your chances and I’m so sorry that you just blew it all off.
Spending My Birthday In Prison.
February 6, 2008…Or make that with prison instead of in prison; and Prison Break instead of just ordinary word prison.
Because laptops were being used by my parents last night, I wasn’t able to write blogs or simply check my sites. (I am used to going online before I go to bed.) I was left with not so much to do for the rest of the night. Well, could have read a book, or watched movies, but surprisingly, I felt no urge in doing either. Then I remembered that Papa bought a DVD of Prison Break season 1, which anyone in the house hardly paid attention to within its three-week stay inside our shelf. I thought maybe I could make use of a "manly" series to doze me off… earlier, this time.
But boy was I wrong! I fell so into Prison Break, right away, within the first few seconds of its running. It even made me not want to sleep at all instead of otherwise. The series is cuhhh-razy. Scenes are unbelievable, not to mention kind of impossible. But those are what televisions (and especially movies) made for, right?—to bring the most outrageous and lunatic stories to life. Feeling a love at first sight, (or "at first scenes" in this case) I had an episode marathon that ran from 9pm until 3am the next morning, which is already my birthday. And believe me, it took me a lot of daringness to press that stop button, just when I was getting more and more hooked with the story. (Okay, okay… with the story and with Wentworth Miller!)
And so there goes my special day (no sarcasm incorporated.) It was really special. With all the personal greetings, text messages, and phone calls, absolutely overwhelming. (Thanks to you, all.)
Happy natal day to me! …and to babe ruth, ronald reagan, natalie cole, rick astley, axl rose, and bob marley.
Need to sign out now. Got more episodes to watch!
First February Weekend!
February 4, 2008Weekend was kind of long for us.
Saturday
Night. We went out with my Tita Elvie and Lizeth, (paternal tita and cousin) to have a celebration in advance. Tita’s birthday is today, Feb 4 (yey! happy birthday Tita Elvie!!!), and mine is two days after hers. Since the first celebrator had nothing in her mind as to where to eat, we just strolled in Trinoma around 7:30 pm while looking out for some restaurants. But after few rounds of walk and lots of declarative sentences of “San kakain?” were thrown, we were still undecided. We went for Teriyaki Boy just so to get over and done with the strolling and move on to eeeeeating! It was Tita Elvie’s treat, thanks! Or was it Tita Lyn’s? (Papa and Tita Elvie’s older sister who is based in
After dinner, it was time for the next celebration. Mine! We went straight to our family’s favorite bar in Mother Ignacia, QC and spent two hours listening to live bands’ music with beers and food. Hah, of course it was my treat! Only, it was sponsored too—by Papa! Hahahaha! Well, you got it, I’m having fund depletion. *sob* Anyway, we got home earlier than our usual family gimmicks because we had another plan for Sunday.
Sunday
By 6am, I was already up though we had planned to leave the house at 10am. I planned to bathe Potpot (my baby brother in a form of a shih tzu) because I thought he would come with us, but our minds changed for some non-debatable reasons. Our destination was Auntie’s house in
Mama was the driver in the morning, while Papa was THE ultimate passenger.
Mama doesn’t like driving at night so Kuya was the reliever on our way home,
while the three of us were his backseat drivers.
Trip is different because Papa had always been the driver on long trips like this. The three of them all know how to drive, but Mama and Kuya had never driven far distances such as to
By the way, me, I don’t drive. I just like enjoying my sit and the sceneries. I’m already happy taking pictures along the trip, just like ones shown above and this NLEX sunset.
Well, we were safe and sound when we arrived home (thank You for the guidance); no blood pressure rocketed and no abrupt palpitation happened. They were all great drivers and I was one lucky passenger.
Well Hello There, Febby!
February 1, 2008When I posted that Maja Salvador entry this morning, was shocked upon seeing the displayed date under its title; it reads FEB-RU-ARY-ONE.
Yes, Janina, January’s over!!! So what?
My oh my! Time flies!
You see, I am a not-so-proud bummer since late October last year. And from then on, current day and date have turned insignificant in my life. My family and friends can occasionally hear me ask, "Ano na nang araw ngayon?!" or see me freak out while shouting, "Anong date na, anong date na? Ay puchay, birthday ni (kahit na anong name) kahapon!!! Hindi ko nabati!" (FYI: Eventhough this kind of incident happens, I still don’t rely on my phone calendar features. I DON’T SAVE BIRTHDAY REMINDERS. So if you receive a call, message, or web comments from me, greeting you on your special day, well, that only means you are special and appreciated.*wink*)
Anyway, so here comes February. What is up with me? Nothing. Still nothing. I am yet convincing myself, "try to get into the call center industry, you flimsy little bummer!" just so to have work. Well… We will see.
By the way, May called this afternoon and shared her mishaps that took place these past two days. The funny thing is, I just had my usual afternoon kamustahan slash chismisan telebabad with her the other day and while we were on the phone, she sounds so happy and overwhelmed by some new things. But, because of some of life’s incongruity, right after that phone call, series of bad news came, and left her somewhat crushed. Oh, back to the May’s-call-this-afternoon topic. She let me know that she’s kind of excited for my birthday, which is coming next week. Then I told her that I don’t feel the same thing because it’s like there is nothing to celebrate since I feel somehow bad about being futile worthless bummer. Being a co-bummer herself, she confirmed my drama and even testified, "oo ngaaaaaaa… it is like we are merely existing." Wow, we’ve been "merely existing" for almost four months now.
So, time does really fly. It fleets, just like commuters in MRT stations on rush hours.
I wanna be Maja Salvador.
Late last year, she was a contestant on Deal Or No Deal.
On that episode, she chose the briefcase which contained the highest price of three million pesos.
What a very lucky girl!
Only, she was too feeble to go for her chosen briefcase, and accepted the banker’s offer instead.
She only won 800K; a little more than half of half of what was destined for her.
But hey, it wasn’t that bad. 800K is 800K.
After the game, she admitted that she asked for a sign on the 3M whereabouts, and funnily, got what she had asked.
What a damned shame!
That mortal asked God whatever she wanted to know, and she just treated it as unworthy of regard.
Excellent.
The other night, I happened to catch Wheel of Fortune. (The game show which replaced Deal Or No Deal.)
And there was that
Out of three players, she was the one who gained the highest money.
About 120,000, I guess. Not that sure.
"She still has that luck," I thought.
Then, jackpot round took place.
This time, the prize wasn’t solely based on her decisions.
She had to spin the little wheel of prizes.
After she did, she chose several letters to help her with her mystery word.
Surprise, surprise!
She had the right letters, and then knew the mystery word right after seven milliseconds.
And surprise, surprise again, a brand new SUV was what the little wheel gave her.
Once more, after the game, she had a little story to tell.
She said, she jokingly told Him that she likes to have the SUV instead of the million or two, and all other prizes.
Wow.
That girl!
