Sunday, July 15, 2007

Friday, July 13, 2007

uniforms make the -----



It is Friday and I am celebrating it with a beer since I could not get myself to sleep yet.

My morning would be hellish I guess if I still stay up, anyways intead of tossing and turning and bothering my partner, I will blog away.

I wanted to write some rambling rant about uniforms in office, and also drew this one a long time ago. My previous experience was just hilarious, with my consulting friends on what to do with my leg hairs as I have to wear bloody stockings!

It's all in the past now. I am free to go to work in anything, even a HAZMAT suit.

hail to the cheap!

INDEEDY! KANPAI!

I have been logging in 14-hour days at work lately, and sometimes I have to miss my last train, which really SUCKS big time when you are partying or at work because that means you have to take a cab, and the flagdown is at 660Y.

My colleague racked up a 10000Y taxi fare last night (P3,754 - in Pinoy Pesoses) and my boss told her that he does not want to reimburse it! HO-MY-GASS! ano kaya ang na-kain ng bossing ko at inatake ng KURIPOT-itis?! Binayaran rin naman dahil mangiyak-iyak na yung colleague ko - e sino ba naman ang hindi iiyak, ano!

I tell you, ang MAHAL ng taxi fare dito. The taxis are super-comfy - usually Toyota Crowns, and REALLY SAFE...as in 100%, the one I went home in, we had a nice discussion about family which doubled as a Nihonggo lesson for me, all for the price of Y3500 (P1300).

Mangga naman




"WOW, SO PROUD...SO SNOBBISH!" those were the words my partner said while she laid a plate of mango slices on the dining table (2/3ds is a huge heap of her papers!)

Bakit kamo... eh kasi the huge mango was from Mexico and I was not so keen to even try it. Dining at home is a political, cultural, etc etc. instance in our household. From what I have read, Pinoy mangoes were a made in Catholic-heaven-genetic-combo from the mango genes coming from Mexico and our local genes. Heck, anything combined with our local genes will result in something WOW! (you define the WOW)

So, my partner goes.. "WOW, really!" I said, GOOGLE it.

My partner actually is a DIE-HARD fan of Pinoy mangoes and she endlessly puts up to the challenge of how she could "smuggle" a couple of precious mangoes through Narita. I wonder why she always gets busted by a really huggable Labrador at Customs, while I just breeze through along with my mango cache.

I tried the red-skinned mango from Mexico - even the skin did not convince me I was eating a mango. Eh hindi ba DILAW ang balat ng mangga?! WALA pa ring tatalo sa mangga natin!

--- nga pala, that's my partner's immaculate hand na pwedeng gawing model ng De Beers (yung hinliliit lang), yung sa akin naman eh mala-Gandalf, tanders ang hitsura pero MAGICAL, hehehe.

tanders na talaga

To borrow this word from a friend... "tanders" , eh talaga namang FEEL NA FEEL ko na ito both physically and whatevah.
Physically dahil my left knee is now acting up when it is supposed to be a hassle in wintertime... SUMMER po ngayon, HALLER tuhod ko... vaketch ka sumasakit ngayon? (((GLARING at MY TUHOD))))

Henny-weys, I slapped on a medicinal plaster, not the aromatic-tanders give-away na Salonpas but something else na walang amoy, aaand as I was speed walking to my train ride, I could feel the plaster peeling off. Of course I was worried that I might be seen with a pinkish-brown colored plaster hanging on for dear life on my sneakers so I stopped to check. (will write about my panty-on-the-street incident later) hmmm..

Wala naman! Saan na kaya napunta yun, oh well, all I am trying to say is that as you reach 40, you will DEFINITELY, one way or another use something like Salonpas.

Saturday, July 07, 2007


Ewan ko ba pero nang makita ko ito sa isang record store, napahalak-HAKKK ako tapos feel ko agad ang bonding ko with lola and her flailing pair of suso and the menacing itak.

I can just think of so many captions for this one, kaka-aliw!