Using Your Time Wisely

When you are bored out your skull during yet another meeting, this is what happens…

You regress to childhood state and start playing with Mr. Potato Head

Monday Nights = Badminton Nights?!?

What could be more horrific for a sloth like me than to hear the words – "Mondays would officially be our Badminton night" from the boss. Que Horror! No sooner than those words were echoed that my mind started to think of various excuses I could come up with. Asthma. Sprained ankle. Brain damage. Oxygen deprivation.?!? Unfortunately none came out (was that fear i smell?) and I was forced to give out a yes.

And so with a heavy heart, last night I ventured into my first physical activity since – hmm…hmmm… it’s been so long that the memory has faded already. Surprisingly, after the activity, there were no aches and pains in the bone as I originally predicted. I must be made out of tougher stuff than I imagined.

Caveat Venditor (Buyers Beware!)

Serious damper on an otherwise perfect Saturday. I just found out that someone dear to me got swindled by this site http://bestonlinestore889.multiply.com. This site is nothing but a haux. Luring poor hard working folks with promise of cheap gadgets. A con-artist who steals your money and never delivers what was promised. Through some detective work we found out that he has transferred the money he stole through p2p via g-cash to this number 0906-333-44-22. Karma's a bitch and i hope it bites Alex Recalde's ass bad! Feel free to text or threaten him at 0917-9368382.

To Catch a Thief

I know we live in a third world country - but one of the things i'm happy about is working for a company that has a first world facility. I seriously think it's one of the best place to work for, buidling design-wise. So imagine my horror when one day security decides to act like we were in Columbine and start implementing 007-like security measures. Rampant laptops mysteriously disappearing have forced us to act as such. And now behind sleek interiors, visitors wonder what the commotion is all about at the lobby. Unfortunately whenever we enter and exit our building we not only have to pass thru electronic gates we also have to pass thru the laptop registration booth, wherein the designated guard swipes the bar code onto your laptop to match this with your face. Hey i do feel secured, somewhat, heaven help that theif if he decides to strike still..i just miss not having to wait in line, especially when i'm trying to be incognito and do a stealth-mode. Sigh i can't wait until they issue us our laptop padlocks. Yes it has come to that!

Weekend in Review

I hate using cliche lines to open anything, but that is just what i am about to do here...

You can't remember the last time you have ever felt this much of a roller coaster of emotions all in one day. How quickly things change. From being the happiest one moment to downright despair the next. Having just a week left before your hotel days reach a complete halt, you tried to scour high and low today for a place to stay at in Cavite...yes, Cavite...so much for vacationing at Tagaytay. Gone are the sweet days of cool breezey feel. Say hello to swarming traffic, shitty ass dorm rooms and outright Old Brooklyn borrough-ness environment.

Bus Ride Home

You're all about free speech - but don't you just hate it when you are trying to take some time to clear your mind about the days goneby and suddenly somebody gets up the bus and starts preaching straight out of a book. Before you get branded as an atheiest let's just clear that one thing first, you believe in the Supreme Being - You've always held that there has to be something infintely bigger than you and everyone else - a higher power that moves this universe - otherwise - why's it worth it?!? What you're totally against at are people shoving things down your troat.

Never been big on the whole religion thing. Spirituality, yes. Religion, hmmm. So when someone takes a stand and tries his darnest to convert you, you almost alway try to look the other way. You never understand the need of people to put labels into something they believe in. Why is it so important to have a label? Will that necessarily make you a better person?

And for whoever's sake, there's an appropriate venue for such - certainly not on a moving vehicle with cars whizzing pass by you at 120 kph - yeah nevermind also that you are barely audible sans a few giberrish sounds because all the windows are up and you hear everything outside - it belittles the message you wish to impart. And please when you start preaching don't follow it up by handing out envelops for donation. It just puts a question mark spotlight right smack your true motives.

Sigh - this is what you get for not waiting for the airconed bus to commute back to the hotel.

Location: Emilio Aguinaldo Hi-Way Tagaytay

You Know You're Having a Bad Day when...

1.) You wake up really early only to find yourself stuck in major traffic.
2.) You cram a presentation in a span of thirty minutes, your heart stopping every ten seconds from the thought of not making it in time. Yeah - must remind yourself..you're in the real world now. This isn't college. Winging it just doesn't have the same meaning as it used to..Sigh
3.) Your legs hurt from yesterday's sun worshipping activity - SUNBLOCK SUNBLOCK. damnit!
4.) You received gazillions of email - but none of which is from the Indonesian dude you have been waiting for for the past few days.... - You can't present without those samples!!!
5.) You suddenly got a last minute notice that the conference room you booked a week in advance for a competitive review session just wont push thru. Apparently something more important needs to transpire in that place. Scrambling up and down all over your building trying in vain to look for another room - defintely not a good feeling. Good thing the universe didn't completely screw you over and you were able to find a spare room in your former floor.
6.) You start to brighten up at the thought of being able to hug your boyfriend at the end of it all - only to find that leaning towards him can spell the pain of a thousand needles prickling your back. (yeah - your back is sore - but that's another story)