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Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 25, 2007
Filipino Creativity
I should have posted this some time ago...
It was one of those mornings that I took the jeep to work
Only to find this jeep so amusing...
Usually jeeps in the Philippines would have those
"hila mo, stop ko" strings in the middle of the ceiling
So people who can't shout out "para po, manong"
Can just pull the string to stop the jeepney wherever you want to go down..
So, anyway, on that day,
This jeepney had one of those strings...
Which for me proved to be SO interesting...
The string was made out of a chain of softdrink can tabs
chained together...
Take a look at the Filipino creativity...

It was one of those mornings that I took the jeep to work
Only to find this jeep so amusing...
Usually jeeps in the Philippines would have those
"hila mo, stop ko" strings in the middle of the ceiling
So people who can't shout out "para po, manong"
Can just pull the string to stop the jeepney wherever you want to go down..
So, anyway, on that day,
This jeepney had one of those strings...
Which for me proved to be SO interesting...
The string was made out of a chain of softdrink can tabs
chained together...
Take a look at the Filipino creativity...
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Lakbayan!
My Lakbayan grade is C-!
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Created by Eugene Villar.Monday, June 18, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
I'm Not That Girl - Wicked
Artist: Wicked
Song: I'M Not That Girl
Album: Wicked (2003 Original Broadway Cast)
[" Wicked (2003 Original Broadway Cast) " CD]
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...
Song: I'M Not That Girl
Album: Wicked (2003 Original Broadway Cast)
[" Wicked (2003 Original Broadway Cast) " CD]
Hands touch, eyes meet
Sudden silence, sudden heat
Hearts leap in a giddy whirl
He could be that boy
But I'm not that girl.
Don't dream too far
Don't lose sight of who you are
Don't remember that rush of joy
He could be that boy
I'm not that girl
Ev'ry so often we long to steal
To the land of what-might-have-been
But that doesn't soften the ache we feel
When reality sets back in
Blithe smile, lithe limb
She who's winsome, she wins him
Gold hair with gentle curl
That's the girl he chose
And heaven knows
I'm not that girl...
Don't wish, don't start
Wishing only wounds the heart
I wasn't born for the rose and pearl
There's a girl I know
He loves her so
I'm not that girl...
bah
i came in this morning, groggy as ever.
i woke up at 628 or something like that, as long as it's a few minutes before my alarm rang
it has been like that since a few days ago
last week it was the weird set of dreams that kept waking me up
i turned to sleep again, only to find myself restless
i got out of bed at about 730...
it's another day, it's another day...
got to the office
switched my computer on
93 new mails....
i wonder what kind of day this'll be...
blah..
i woke up at 628 or something like that, as long as it's a few minutes before my alarm rang
it has been like that since a few days ago
last week it was the weird set of dreams that kept waking me up
i turned to sleep again, only to find myself restless
i got out of bed at about 730...
it's another day, it's another day...
got to the office
switched my computer on
93 new mails....
i wonder what kind of day this'll be...
blah..
Saturday, June 09, 2007
a reflection on work (after 8 months)
i was at a call the other day with lily from lenovo and she was trying to discuss with me the barrage of chinese words she had typed up in 6 separate excel sheets for me. in reality, she IS the client and she IS doing me a favor by doing all of those. but the stuff was just SO overwhelming.
anyway, in the middle of the conversation, we were discussing about my assignees and how much they needed the 安全感,(the feeling of security), when they go through their relocation procedure from china to God knows where in the world. we laughed at the realization that after 8 months of doing the work, i somehow understand them and that i have gained their trust.
more and more people call me now just to ask or tell me stuff like, "who's going to pick me up at the airport?" or "can you tell the vendor i need to find a house somewhere in the upper floors, i am afraid of noise" things like that... day by day, i talk to these people and i think little by little they grow closer to me as the days go by.
i often wonder what it'll be like to meet them in person; the same way they sometimes wonder how i'll be in person. girl from the philippines who can somehow converse with them in their own language...tsk, the little detail amazes them so much that they all owe me meals.
but, i guess, little do they know that when i am in front of them, i am just any normal person and that i could be shy and i could be just as lost as they are trying to find a way to relocate smoothly, somewhere. all of us, i believe, are lost, or can be lost. but then, this is running off topic...
what would it be like, i wonder? to see them, to know that somehow you have mandated them to do some things that they didn't want to do or told them "NO," like their parents might have done while they were kids. It's such a weird weird feeling really, especially if you say the big N-O to the ones way way older than you are or the ones who hold a position to cut your head when you offend them.
i try my very best to keep myself in the middle and in an objective position but i find it quite hard really. my heart always goes to them, solutions are always thought of, and sometimes i believe i almost cross certain lines. might have to keep that in mind sometimes. :D so there, enough reflection for the day...
just to think it over again, i am happy that i am able to understand how they feel and think and be able to have them cross my life.
i sit and close my eyes, taking a whiff of the highly polluted cubao air, i shall go on, for now...
anyway, in the middle of the conversation, we were discussing about my assignees and how much they needed the 安全感,(the feeling of security), when they go through their relocation procedure from china to God knows where in the world. we laughed at the realization that after 8 months of doing the work, i somehow understand them and that i have gained their trust.
more and more people call me now just to ask or tell me stuff like, "who's going to pick me up at the airport?" or "can you tell the vendor i need to find a house somewhere in the upper floors, i am afraid of noise" things like that... day by day, i talk to these people and i think little by little they grow closer to me as the days go by.
i often wonder what it'll be like to meet them in person; the same way they sometimes wonder how i'll be in person. girl from the philippines who can somehow converse with them in their own language...tsk, the little detail amazes them so much that they all owe me meals.
but, i guess, little do they know that when i am in front of them, i am just any normal person and that i could be shy and i could be just as lost as they are trying to find a way to relocate smoothly, somewhere. all of us, i believe, are lost, or can be lost. but then, this is running off topic...
what would it be like, i wonder? to see them, to know that somehow you have mandated them to do some things that they didn't want to do or told them "NO," like their parents might have done while they were kids. It's such a weird weird feeling really, especially if you say the big N-O to the ones way way older than you are or the ones who hold a position to cut your head when you offend them.
i try my very best to keep myself in the middle and in an objective position but i find it quite hard really. my heart always goes to them, solutions are always thought of, and sometimes i believe i almost cross certain lines. might have to keep that in mind sometimes. :D so there, enough reflection for the day...
just to think it over again, i am happy that i am able to understand how they feel and think and be able to have them cross my life.
i sit and close my eyes, taking a whiff of the highly polluted cubao air, i shall go on, for now...
Tuesday, June 05, 2007
Thoughts for Today
- I can't find my flashdisk. I don''t know where I put it or saw it last.
- I had such an eventful day today, had a number of call ins and call outs that I can't even remember who I talked to exactly on this day and about what.
- My grandmother tripped today. She's 93 years old. :(
- I am looking for someone who has copies of Oceans 11 and 12 because I want to watch 13. I am such a loser. haha
- My mom's church's pastor just found out she has cancer. She's unmarried and doesn't have a lot of family here in the Philippines. :(
- I want to sit down and talk to someone, wala lang, just be relaxed and blab or be quiet or basta that kind of rest.
- I just found out Katie's back in Bahrain! Next time nalang :)
- I learned the other day that a person has to stick his own work permit on his passport (for Hong Kong, it's such an interesting process)
- Nothing else, nothing else, :D, not for now, anyway
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