1 Kung ikaw ang masusunod?

Panu kung nasusunod lahat ng gusto mo?

anung gusto mo?

ako? madami.

madaming madami akong gusto.

Gusto ko ng pera. Madaming pera, pero hindi madaming madami. Yung madami para mabili ko ang mga luho at gusto. Hindi madaming madami para gustuhin ako dahil sa pera ko.

Gusto ko ng Kaibigan. Madaming kaibigan, pero di kasing dami ng facebook friends ko. Madami para laging may kasama sa happenings at kadamay sa probema. Pero hindi masyadong madami para hindi ko na alam kung sino ang totoo.

Gusto ko ng happy family. Happy Family pero hindi perfect family. Happy Family kasi ang magbibigay sayo ng kumpyansa sa sarili. Magbibigay ng mga importanteng lessons na wala sa classroom, at magiging backup mo pag wala ka ng number 2. Ayoko ng perfect family, kasi walang ganun. Fiction lang yon.

Gusto ko ng syota. Yung syota na hindi shota. Yung syota na nakakakilig. yung masarap titigan ng walang halong libog. yung syotang cheesy. Yung syotang ipapakilala mo sa number 3. yung syotang maituturi mong number 2. Ayoko ng ShoTa, kasi ibig sabihin daw nun, Short taym.

Gusto ko maging matalino. Yung matalino na hindi matalinong-matalino. Matalino para hindi ako tatawaging bobo. Hindi matalinong matalino para tatawagin ko silang bobo.

Gusto ko magsulat. Gusto ko mag status sa FB, mag blog ng walang humpay, magsulat sa dyaryo, magsulat at gumuhit ng komiks, magsulat sa pader, sa ding ding, sa mukha mo, sa junjun mo ng "jade was here". Gusto ko magsulat ng magsulat. kaso tinatamad ako.

Gusto ko lumipad. Lumipad sa himpapawid tulad ng mga ibon, malaya at mataas. Gusto ko lumipad, kaya mag b-book ako ng mag b-book. Gusto ko lumipad ng mabilis para di na ko ma-l-late. gusto ko lumipad ng mataas na mataas para hindi ko malanghap ang usok. Lumipad na mataas, para presko. Gusto ko lumipad, para malayo sayo.

Gusto ko maging invisible, pero minsan ayaw ko. Gusto ko maging invisible para di mo ko mapagdiskitahan. invisible para di mo makikitang tumaba ako. invisible para di mo ko utusan. invisible para astig. ayoko maging invisible. ayoko kasi di mo na ko mapapansin. ayoko kasi di mo makikitang sexy at yummy na ako. ayoko kasi hindi pa ko invisible pero ganito na, panu pa kaya.

Gusto ko kumanta. Yung kantang wholesome at nakaka elibs. Yung kantang tataas ang balahibo mo sa batok. yung kantang sisikat ako sa youtube, yung kantang kukunin din ako ni oprah. yung kantang mamamangha ka at magiging crush mo ko tapos maaalala mong "ay shit, lalaki nga pala sya". Yung kantang papaulit ulitin mo. Yung kantang kakantahin ko para kausapin mo ko.

Gusto kong pumatay, gusto kitang patayin dahil badtrip ka, gusto kong pumatay para eksena, gusto kong pumatay ala Lara Croft o kaya Kill Bill. PAK!

Gusto ko maging sexy, yung sexy para belong. yung sexy para stand out. Yung sexy para hindi tau number 10. yung sexy para hindi tayo chopsticks. Yung sexy para magtagal pa ko.

Gusto ko mag resign. Gusto mag resign na ayoko. Gustong magresign para taasan ang sweldo ko. gusto kong mag resign kasi tinatamad na ko. Gusto ko mag resign kasi badtrip ang may boss. Gusto ko mag resign kasi andaming panget sa office. Kaso lang ayoko din. ayoko kasi hindi pwede. ayoko kasi quitter yung ganun. ayoko mag resign kasi ayoko mag networking na lang. ayoko magresign kasi wala akong half a million. :)

Gusto ko pang mabuhay ng matagal. mabuhay ng matagal pero hindi over. gusto ko mabuhay ng matagal kasi madami pa kong bibilhin. Kasi madami pa kong syosyotain at titikman. Matagal kasi marami pa kong reresbakan. Hindi naman over kasi ayoko din tumanda. eww kasi yun.

Gusto kong magpatawad. Gusto kong magpatawad pero parang wag na lang. Gusto ko kasi, stressful din ang maraming kaaway. gusto ko kasi nakakapagod mag isip ng diabolical plan. Gusto ko kasi baka ako naman ang hindi patawarin ng Diyos sa mga chever ko. Pero Wag na lang kasi, nakaka badtrip ka pa din. Wag na lang kasi jejemon ka pa din. wag na lang kasi nakakatawa pa rin naman talaga ang english mo. Parang Joke palagi.

Gusto kong kumain.  Gusto kong kumain ng exotic. Ng matigas. ng malambot. yung yummy. Yung medyo madumi. ng mabango. ng mabaho. Yung sobrang laki na di ko maubos. Yung maliit na nakakabitin. Yung cute o kaya yung nakakatakot. Gusto kong kumain. Gusto kong kumain ng wholesome na pagkain. hindi yung nasa isip mo.

oh ikaw, kung ikaw ang masusunod. Ano naman ang gusto mo?

basta ako, gusto kong kumain kasi gutom na ko. Ilang araw na din akong naka diet. kumakain ng bitin na pagkain. ng matabang na pagkain.

hay... malamang gutom lang ang lahat ng to.

0 Anger Management BECKY-fied

You wake up to the chirps of the birds and the heat of morning sunshine. You smell the scent of freshly brewed coffee giving you the feeling that you'll have the best day ever. You travel to work in a breeze, smiled back at a cute stranger in the train. You got there right on time with a minute or two to freshen up. Your charming and bubbly office mates greet you, opened your mails and you are bombarded with greetings and sweet messages to motivate you the whole week. One of your friends treat you for lunch and when you went back, you receive a call from your boss telling you that you got a promotion.

Now that's what you call a good day.

The next day.

You wake up to a loud hammering from your next door neighbor dueting with some toddlers' screaming and fighting. You turn to your fone and you see that it's 2pm. Oh yeah, you forgot, you're on a night shift. You try to go back to sleep, turned the aircon to max and tries to cover your eyes from the daylight. After a few minutes you were again disturbed by the next door maid's loud chattering and the Lady neighbor shouting at the kids to shut up. And this went on and on and on.

You're an hour late for work because it took you forever to get a cab, and luckily you got the one that uses a NAWASA meter rather than an ordinary one. The guard welcomed you by poking your new bag (but not you) and asked you to give him a crash course of what a Hard drive is and why it's not illegal to bring it with you to the office.

You sat on your chair for a few seconds and your manager calls you to discuss not about a promotion but a NEW gossip lurking around fabricated by non other than your ugly office mates that finds nothing interesting in their own lives so they talk about yours. You end the day with unfinished and piling-up reports and a not so sweet indirect scolding from your boss. Sweet.

you go home, and the cycle continues.

i-logy.com

Anger causes unnecessary stress and they say Stress can kill you (same as taking a picture in a middle of a trio). But if this is your regular day, can they blame you??!!! HUH!!??! sumagot ka!!!!! Tengene.

Anyway hi-way, i have been struggling with anger all my life and i'm sure all of us at one point did too. To some, it is very challenging to control or to transform it to something more productive (try charging your ipad using your anger).

Throw away the yoga, meditation, tapping the face or even the just-think-of-happy-thoughts mode even if you think you are Tinkerbell trapped in peter pan's body. They don't work. Swear. But don't despair my dear friends for I have come with unique, common and effective techniques to control anger whether into productive or something more destructive. who cares?

1) When someone/something pisses you off, say P*#$^&-ina much!
             
          It doesn't matter if they hear you or not, the point here is that you were able to release it right then and there. This way is healthier since anger that is kept inside will only cause you stress. Less anger, less stress.

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There are a lot of ways of doing this aside from the classic takaw-away way. First, you can say P*#$^&-inang <insert name of inanimate object here> oh (Out loud)! Your enemies will get it but they won't confront you for they can't really assume it's them. Second, try recording it using your computer or mobile phone, then play it over and over again. This will give them the message and will annoy them at the same time.

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2) Maghiganti, Teleserye style!


One of the best (if not the best) ways to release anger is to get even. I know this sounds all too evil but did you know that according to a survey conducted to 100 tsimosas and kanto girls, that making paghihiganti let's the person release anger and stress 50% faster than ordinary praying and waiting for karma? Admit it guys, keeping silent and letting time heal everything sounds all good, but doing your enemies some crazy sh*t not just relieves our stress but gives us satisfaction and happy memories to reminisce.

E.G.
If you have access, try misplacing some of their important stuff specially if you know that a great need will arise (passport, important files or reports, keys). Remember, Misplace but don't steal, for you will be the first suspect whether you like it or not.

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3) Dig some dirt and spread it like STD beybe!!

Remember the saying, keep your friends close, keep you enemies so much closer?? What they're really trying to say is to KEEP YOUR EARS CLOSER. Try to dig some dirt about the person you dislike, and slowly but innocently, reveal it to the Madlang people one by one. It would benefit you more if you have access and connections to the tsismosas in town. They are more efficient than any marketing or media people you can find. TIP: try to dig dirt while you are still friends or better yet, try to dig dirt on all of your friends. This will come in handy when the need arises.

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4) Steal their friends

Nothing will make them more paranoid that seeing you talking to their friends or clique. TIP: always try to be extra friendly to her peers, this will allow you to easily start a random conversation with them, and when you see her coming, try to act as if your talking about something confidential. This will keep them from sleeping at night knowing that their friend's loyalty are now questionable.Who knows, maybe her friends are only waiting for the right motivation to switch sides. No harm in trying.

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5) Keep a Memento

A memento is a keepsake object that will always remind you of something (particularly your moment of vengeance). I remember keeping a picture of me giving a dirty finger on an enemy behind her back. Up to this day, this picture serves as a meditational device whenever i feel like punching someone or her. :) AND IT WORKS

6) Pass the anger.... on something or someone else.

Like an angry bird you can always project and shoot your anger on anybody. It's better to pass it to an unsuspecting victim. Let's say try to accidentally hit a fellow passenger and don't say sorry, harass an innocent taxi driver about the credibility of his meter or accuse a poor-English-speaking foreigner of overstaying. The options are endless.

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7) Destroy a random object

Whenever your pissed, try passing your stress to the closest object nearby. For example, you can angrily click the mouse until it breaks or break pencils or pens into 2. This will not just help release your stress but, believe me, you will be feared!

This are only a few of my own personal Anger management strategies. I do not guarantee that all of this will work for you the same way for me but you can always try.

We all live in a world full of pigs, so you better be an angry bird to survive. :)

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2 BAKLANG DARNA and OTHER USELESS THINGS

Just to be clear.

Girls, by USELESS, I am not referring to your ex boyfriends (or current ones)

Boys, I am also not referring to your ex girlfriends........................................    or boyfriends (",)

nor we are going to discuss about the traffic enforcer who does nothing but to collect super dark boogers after hours of "chillin" in the middle of the road. No.

I am thinkin' more of INANIMATE (life-less) things. like this:

http://talakayanatkalusugan.com

LOL. Just kidding. I love the government as much as i love rainbows and butterflies. I love it so much it hurts.

Well, to continue, i decided to compile a list of everyday things that we use or encounter that "in substance" are actually useless, redundant or simply, things that we can live without.

First in my list:

Elevator Close buttons

http://architectures.danlockton.co.uk

We are naturally controlling. We like to see things move or do its trick as we push a specific button. Its human nature. Elevator buttons actually don't work. If you will observe, the time for an elevator to close on its own compared to you pushing that button is the same. So whenever you're running late, the only benefit of overpressing this button is to release your stress or to give you that ultimate satisfaction of closing the elevator doors in the office bitch's face.

Also, since the American disabilities act, all elevator close buttons have been disabled. So unless you're in Japan (where these buttons actually work) there's really no point in pressing it.


signature campaigns

http://pinoyweekly.org

I can't remember the last time i signed up for one of these. If i did, i bet it's because of peer pressure, additional credits in school or if there's a hottie in the signing booth. But have you ever wondered what happens after they gathered a gazillion signatures? I don't think they go far. Signatures are only gathered to get an initiative. I say it does something, but not enough.

also, if these things really works, do you think terrorists will go out of their way to bomb stuffs including themselves just to prove a point or to get what they want? And if it does work, i'll probably start asking for signatures to ban Marian Rivera from exposing her nostrils on national TV (di maka move on??! LOL).

Cigarette Filters

http://www.hiwtc.com

This is one way smokers make themselves believe they still take care of their health. c'mon!
I use to smoke, and i tell you, these things are bullcrap. They don't work and they only filter, like 1% of the total deadly things from the cigarette. Using it is actually gross. Most packages say you can use a piece for up to a 100 or more cigarettes but use it for the first it becomes yellow, for a few more and it's almost black. I bet it's more dangerous to use these repeatedly since it accumulates gross stuff inside. You wanna live clean, stop fooling yourself by filtering, and stop smoking altogether.

PS. i haven't really stopped. but i'm already smoke free for quite some time now.

Facebook poke button

http://articles.businessinsider.com

I believe many of you will agree with me that Mark Zuckerberg should just replace this with, PUNCH, KICK-IN-THE-BALLS, or TORRID-KISS buttons. Right? Poking is effective in real life, and it depends which part you poke, and how many times you poked it. But in facebook? Spell Lame. 

If you like someone, and you wanna get their attention, LIKE their E-V-E-R-Y status, photos and links. i'm sure, they'll get your message

Tonsils

http://fauquierent.blogspot.com

It is weird knowing one of your body parts will be taken away from you and will be mixed in Adobo or something. choz. but from what i heard, many people nowadays are getting rid of their Tonsils. They say that like the appendix, it doesn't really have a function in the body, and instead it is a common cause for tonsillitis and infections since it becomes a chillspot for bacteria and viruses.

Bendable straws

http://www.waltsense.com

Let us close our eyes and imagine ourselves drinking with a bendable straw. I'll bet my pwet that the tip of the straw is pointing upwards, not unless you are holding the glass higher than your head or mouth which is stupid. Then, what is the purpose of the straw being bendable?

I know I know! so you can drink from your glass without tilting your head! yeah that's basically it.

Playing card jokers

http://www.altacarta.com

I don't think i need to explain further. I'm not sure about the history behind this but i don't think the joke is funny. Pag picture siguro ni derek ang nilagay baka pati nanay mo isugal mo na din! Pak!

Statement bag tags

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I find these as one of the most stupid things ever. Really if i'm going to steal someones bag, a tag saying "sorry, not yours" will never ever stop me. I'll probably leave the owner a note saying "it's mine now, bitch".

Brief Pockets

http://www.e-modusvivendi.com

Guys, have you ever imagined paying the jeepney with all your precious coins hanging out with your other precious treasures? or maybe trying to tip the waiter or bouncer with your hard earned cash, with your other hard- earned? LOL. I don't think that's a pretty sight. Unless you want these: "kuya penge nga pong barya! Now na!"

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And lastly,

Si Ding

http://www.writeups.org

Time and time again, one of our local heroine (if not the only one) proves that she is in fact a DIVA. Seriously, would you risk the safety of the country by entrusting the "bato" to a snotty kid, just because you don't want the burden of carrying it with you? Panu kung nagdota sya? what will be the faith of the pinoys?

and if i were Ding, BAKIT KO PA IBABALIK ANG BATO??! Finder's keepers noh! haha

http://epbites.blogspot.com

Hope you enjoyed reading. feel free to share and COMMENT. mga letche basa lang ng basa. hehehe. tsup mwah gangbang!

4 Where's the party in Party Pilipinas?

Seriously? Where?

This is one of those rare sundays where i just stay at home without taking a shower until the late afternoon. In short, it's a "petiks" mode sunday. In times like this, i turn to ASAP for a bit of a hype, but today proves to be different. Thank you Nonito Donaire for stealing the spotlight, because of you, i was forced to watch that putrid show Party Pilipinas. (PS, you will never be as good as Manny Pacquiao, but it's ok since you're not as jologs and you have accent).

to all Kapuso reading this, sorry to break your hearts but i really hate PP.

Okay, i know what you're thinking.

"why did you watch it you fuktard?! no one forced you to watch it then whine afterwards!"

Just consider it as a guilty pleasure. Or something like that. Have you ever had the weird urge to tickle your soles just so you can scratch it after? It's a sweet torture.

 I have read several reviews about PP's numbers being compared to ASAP's, and no good comments are given to PP, not even to it's predecessor SOP. They say PP is just a failed attempt to revamp SOP. It's the same exact thing, only crazier and perhaps more confusing.

I watched intently as the opening number starts. Guess which star leads the opening. TENEN! Marian Rivera. Classy right? The crowd roars as she maneuvers herself from back to front of stage with a snake-like-Marimar-ish-GRO-ish sexy dance and when she reached the front, she pulled out a fone, and the next song you asked? What else but Lady Gaga's Telephone! Talk about Literal Translation.

Several unknown singers and dancers performed after her. And just when you think it's finished, Jolina Magdangal comes out with La diva, yup the dreamgirl/chipmunks wannabes.

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as much as i want to keep the disgust to myself, i can't help but gasp with disbelief as to what i am seeing. I even told my dad that there should be a law banning aging stars to do this sorts of performances for their own sake. C'mon Jolina, have you gone mad? after failing to become the philippine's lady gaga, now you end up like this? Your chick flick reign with marvin is SO OVER. You should really consider retiring, please.

Let's not forget about THE song writer, Ogie. He was wearing something that i'm pretty sure is suppose to be worn by Elmo Magalona. If i remember it correctly (I hope not), he was wearing something like a sparkly white jacket, baggy pants WITH justin bieber shades. I don't remember the song though but it was a party song, and he just stood there without moving. I think he's also aware that he's doing some crazy shit at that time. Perhaps too stressed and disoriented with the approaching baby. So i guess we can forgive him.

and my oh my, Marc Abaya... If he only knew that GMA would ask him to do Lady Gaga songs, i bet my virginity, he would never transfer. Never.

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Did i mention that Marian Rivera also ended the opening number? (which should never be opened at all) yup, she did what she does best, AGAIN. Look stupid, danced passionately of course. I just think she should have spent more time memorizing all the steps or perhaps learning new ones. Coz i don't know if it's just me but i'm pretty sure she only knows one particular dance step that she uses for all types of songs, whether techno, jazz or Kanto-bar type music. That pelvic dance with a 360 degree turn after every 8 beats with her nostrils opened wide. No wonder you can see deep sadness in the eyes of the audiences. They're like souls begging for mercy and freedom.

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After that number, here comes the hosts. I swear, if Raymond Gutierrez is gay, i'll plank on the the middle of Crossing at shaw blvd. Magkamatayan na. Hello, he can't be gay. It's impossible.

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I also don't understand why in the world they would include Tim Yap as one of the hosts. He just doesn't fit. Seriously, if you look through his outrageous outfits and heavily waxed hair and try to concentrate on his hosting skills, There's none.

http://www.betterphilippines.com

I even think our alcoholic neighbor who is drunk 8 days a week would do hellah better hosting PP than Tim Yap. I'm just sayin.

Anyways, after a few grueling minutes (which seemed to be like days) of watching PP, ASAP finally started. BOOYAH! Even though the first thing i saw is the not-so-appealing-happy-foundation-day-uber-close-up shot of Marcelito Pomoy falsetto-ing his heart out, I already know i'm in for a show. :)

I'd rather amuse myself in the presence of the ASAP homos making girl audiences shriek with utter madness than watch PP, or like i said. Mag p-planking na lang ako. hahahaha


ako na ang stressed sa tv shows.




PS. if ever i offended you with this post, please know that deep in my heart i'm a fan of Jonalyn Viray (NOT!!) and her very successful nose job. Possibly the only thing successful in her. LOL

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0 Hair cutter from hell

If i am a mutant (which sometimes, i really think I am), definitely my powers will be super speedy hair growth. Useful? yeah if you are a nomad living in the icy mountains of greenland. 

because of this, i spend a fair amount of money AND time in making myself look as human as possible which involves getting a haircut every 2 to 3 weeks.

Because of this, i had countless experiences with countless salons all over. Good or Bad, i always consider each as a learning experience OR as an addition to my little black book of people to kill.

Lately, my salon of choice is B**** F** in SM north, (the one in the 3rd floor). i find it convenient since it's one of the nearest OKAY salons, from my place. Although i still think their haircut is overpriced or i am simply kuripot.

Before writing this, i was thinking of another title, STYLIST from hell. But i figured, the word stylist is too much of a compliment for a poor pathetic loser such as BENJO. yup, that's his name. (please take note).

Last saturday, October 15 2011, i am prepared to get a haircut, no matter what. Since i don't usually call for an appointment, i see to it that i go there at least in the early half of the day or within the 2 hours after the mall opens. In short, i always go there only as a walk-in client which works for me 90 percent of the time.

i arrived  11:30 due to heavy traffic. I walked-in and asked the receptionists (2 girls) about the available schedule. Usually, my stylist of choice is Ken, unfortunately, he's not there until 1pm. So i just requested whoever is available. There are 2 and one is Benjo. Since he is the 1st one i saw and since he's the one who will be available the soonest, i decided to avail his services. Still, i had to wait for another 40 minutes for him to finish. At that time he was still doing a girl customer, so i decided to go to the gym and pay for my dues first.

after paying and window shopping for a bit, i went back up at the exact time of my schedule. when i got there i noticed that Benjo is already doing another customer. It's another girl. So since this is a very good day, i decided not to ruin it just because of a teeny tiny bit of inconvenience. Good vibes.. good vibes...

btw, this time i am sitting in the waiting area with another girl customer who just came in after me. 

I heard Benjo arguing with the receptionist handing him my service slip (the one where they write your name and the treatment you're getting). He was telling her that he has an appointment at 1:30 so his hands are already full.

the receptionist then asked me to take one of the seats near Benjo. So i thought they figures things out. This also means i am next. 

i seated next to him when i heard him having a bit of an argument with one of the receptionist, again.

From what i heard, the receptionist is trying to ask him (more of a begging actually) to do me next because i got there almost an hour ago. and in a very arrogant manner he said that he still has other customers in line waiting for him then he pointed at the girl in the waiting area. Yes friends, the girl that came after me. The receptionist then tried to explain to him that "I" got there first and that i already waited for an hour for this God damn haircut. To my surprise,

He shouted at her "Ewan ko sa inyo! Bahala kayo dyan!.

i can't believe what i was hearing at that moment. I also noticed that the receptionist got surprised and turned to look at me, maybe to see my reaction. And Yes, did i mention that I was sitting next to him? Yup, the seat next to his right. So THAT was me he's talking about and yes i CAN hear it, LOUD and RUDE.

In normal situations, what i would do is to stand up, kick him in the balls or call my dad and ask him to hire gunmen. I got so shocked that it took me 37 times to rewind the scenario and the things he said. I even called for all the saints and all the powers in the cosmos to try to explain to myself whether this is really happening.

indeed, it really is happening.

This time Benjo was doing the other customer behind him. Another girl.

after her, the girl that i was sitting with in the waiting area sat in the chair next to me. Again, to my surprise, Benjo approached her and with a flirty-pervert-fake smile and convo he started doing her hair. I got confused. Suddenly his assistant  poked him and pointed at me saying i'm suppose to be next. He said something unclear (and rude) and proceeded with what he's doing. 

Benjo and the receptionist argued about me again, and when i thought nothing would surprise me anymore, He shouted, "Paghintayin nyo yan! Bahala kayo". All the customers in the waiting area heard this and turned to look at me. I'm not sure but i felt a tear rolled down my left eye. Haha NO! but i swear i felt humiliated and undeserving of that kind of treatment.

His assistant even tapped me at the back as if she was trying to comfort me. This clearly means even they felt all of this is definitely an inappropriate way of treating your paying customer. (where you get your money to buy your cheap white skinny pants).

this time i asked the assistant for the manager, sadly it was the manager's day-off so i just asked for the manager's number instead. After a few seconds (i guess when Benjo was not looking) she slipped me a tiny piece of paper with the manager's number.

I am a hundred percent sure that Benjo had a clue about me asking for the manager so he started to give me a weird haunting look and ugly threatening sneer. He also said something like "makakatikim nanaman pala ko ng luto ng diyos" i guess after realizing that i am planning to complain about him, Oh oh, also when it was my time for the shampooing, did i mention that he went pass by me for at least 8 times. Talk about Hostile environment.

After all the drama, one of the other stylist named Alex who just got in did my hair. And it was good. Not to mention that he was really nice and polite. When i stood up and went to the receptionist to pay, i saw Benjo looking at me. I paid, gave Alex his tip, thanked the assistant for giving me the manager's number and was about to leave when one of the receptionist whispered something to me. 

She gave me my receipt and in a very hushed tone she said, "Sir, if you want to complain, here's another way, you can send a message to this email" pointing at the bottom portion of the receipt. She was actually pointing at the customer service email. She also said that they really do read all the message from the customers.

At this time, it became clear to me that i am not the only only one being victimized by this good-for-nothing Ricky Martin wannabe. And that i should do something about it.

He even approached the reception area right after i left. Maybe trying to sniff out some details.

I told some of my friends about this incident, and i found out that one of my buddy's that he and his older brother had the same experience with benjo and a thin gay stylist on the same salon. I also found out that Benjo was formerly assigned in the other B**** F** (the one in the bottom floor) but was transferred due to several customer complaints. 

I am now planning to speak with the manager named Rolinda whether via a phone call or maybe by sending a formal complaint letter. I will also shoot an email to the customer service hotline. Just to be sure.

i hope this serves as a warning to all unsuspecting customers. It's a shame for a big company who built their reputable name to be ruined by a single a-hole. We are not paying our hard earned cash for this kind of incompetent and unprofessional service people. They deserve to lose their jobs, and they will.

0 A not-so-sinful weekend

Naranasan mo na bang mag pray sa mall? yung tipong pray na magkakahawak kamay at nakapikit?

A few days ago, i swear that this weekend will be the most boring weekend so far.

Dahil ever since tumuntong kami dito sa US eh kasing dalas na ng pag tatalik namin ng Facebook ang aking affair with Google Map.



Syempre, dahil minsan ka lang naman pupunta dito, why not make the most out of it. In fact, every weekend ay hindi talaga ako napipirmi sa hotel. kahit nga weekdays, as long as time permits, eh rumarampa ako kung saan saan. Kesehodang bangenge ako kinabukasan sa office, o di kaya eh makipag habulan sa mga water sprinkler na nagkalat kapag inaabutan na ng pag bite ng darkness.

Sa sobrang kakatihan ng aking feet, kung san sang lupalowp na nga ako nakarating. Lalo na every weekend. Andyan ang bus papuntang chicago, na sabi ko nga eh parang pinaghalong amazing race at biggest loser. Andyan din ang  muntik akong ma rape ng magtangkang pumarty sa downtown. Nagcamping atng nagpakain sa mga insektong foreign, nag beach, at syempre kailangan ipakita ko din na meron din naman akong substance kaya di ko pinalampas ang mag sight seeing sa museums na pasabog ang mga works of art kahit di ko talaga magets minsan.

AKO ANG PHOTOGRAPHER, AKO ANG MASUSUNOD!! HAHAHA

All in all, i can say, i had my fair share of lakads and experience. PERO!! this weekend proves to be the most unkabogable.

yesterday, my co-worker and i decided to make shopping na lang instead na magpa cremate sa hotel.

at syempre madaming sale lalo na ang mga damit na pang summer (normal na damit sa pilipinas) kaya kilig na kilig ang mga mata namin sa pagiikot at pamimili. Lahat na ata na swipe ko na, ultimo company ID ko at lumang mrt card ata na swipe ko na. pati sa pwet ko tin-ry ko ding i-swipe baka mag add ng credit. wala namang kung i-t-try.

So sa kalagitnaan ng pamimili, etong kasama ko ay biglang nag disappear. nung mahanap ko, ayun nasa labas na ng store at may nakilala palang pinay. Syempre pati ako na excite dahil bihirang bihira lang kami makakita ng Filipino dito sa eden prairie. kung hindi white, dirty white lang ang nakikita namin.

at sya ay si sister Rita. Hep hep! hindi po sya madre, sya po ay isang nurse.

Si tita Rita ay isang nurse at single mom. sa New york talaga sya naka base bago sya lumipat ng Minnesotta. At as usual tayong mga Pinoy kahit saan magpunta pag nakakakita ng kapwa pinoy. SUPER CLOSE! ganun din kami, not to mention super bait ni tita Rita.

Pero ang mga sumunod na pangyayari ay di ko inasahan. Hindi sa hindi ko gusto, hindi ko lang inexpect (nag explain?). Eto pa lang si tita Rita ay isang Born-again christian, at bukod dun, isa syang missionary. So tama ka, religious si tita.

She started making kwento about how we are destined to meet each other. Ang kwento nya nga, nasa may target na sila kung saan malapit na sila halos umuwi nang biglang magaya ang anak nya na dumaan saglit sa Old navy kung saan andun naman kami.

to make the long story short, nagkaroon kami ng mailing bible study sa gitna ng mall, sa tapat ng old navy. Apat kami bale. matapos nya kaming bigyan ng mga booklets, at daily bread she asked us if it's ok kung ipagppray nya kami.


Sa pagkakataong ito, naramdaman ko na ang konting steam na lumalabas sa balat ko, opo umusok ako ng konti. Actually gusto ko nang tumakbo at gumawa ng makasalanang bagay para mapanatili ang balanse ng mundo. Pero hindi, we said "of course". Right then and there, pagkakain ng mint ni tita ay naghawak kamay na kami at nagsimula na syang mag pray. Honestly, i felt weird. Hindi ako sanay eh. at first, i was a bit shy dahil madaming dumadaan at syempre they can't help but look at us. Instead i decided to close my beautiful tantalizing eyes. and i felt peace.

It lasted for a good 5 minutes or so. After nun, she offered na ihatid kami pabalik ng hotel. which is sobrang ok dahil mahaba habang walk din sana ang gagawin namin. Ok lang din maglakad pero since madami na kaming dala mas ok na na maki hitch.

Not to mention inaya nya pa kami na pumunta sa church nila kinabukasan. At nag volunteer pa syang sunduin kami. Since wala naman kaming gagawin we said yes. Sa totoo lang medyo nag aalangan ako. it's been a while since the last time na nakapag simba ako. I can say i have faith. a strong one actually pero i don't consider myself as religious. Naniniwala kasi ako na hindi ko naman kailangan na nasa church lang para makipag usap kay God. Kahit ganito ko, i do pray a lot. Promise!

So dumating na ang kinabukasan at napuyat na nga ako kakaisip ng magandang dahilan para di sumama. Unsuccessful ang mga naisip ko na dahilan kaya oh well, sumama na lang din ako.

Ang church nila ay isang megachurch. Tipong sing laki ng PICC sa tin.

It was a huge place, at ang daming tao. of all shapes, colors and sizes. Nung bago pa nga umalis, i was hesitant dahil feeling ko under dressed ako. Pero pagdating namin dun, it feels nice to see na hindi naman sila ganun ka strict when it comes to attire or appearance. Actually madami nga dun ang naka shirts lang, yung iba naka short, at hindi lang ako ang naka skinny. haha. nagulat pa nga ako kasi merong church goer na andaming piercing at tattoo. Cool.

it was a refreshing experience kasi hindi sya typical na church. The songs are awesome. Praise song din sya pero, it sounds like the hottest indie rock o kaya naman mala jason mraz na songs. Uh-mazing. The topic that day is about divorce and marriage. Kahit hindi ako masyadong naka relate, i can still say, madami akong natutunan.

the whole service lasted for an hour and a half. It was long pero worth it. The whole church community really made us feel welcomed. bakit kamo? kasi may free lunch kami hehehe. Kidding. pero totoo, kapag guest ka, libre ang lunch mo at bongga ang lunch nila. Hindi sya yung tipong pang feeding program tulad ng inakala ko hehe.

Tita Rita also introduced us to her friends, church pastors and other filipino immigrants. It was fun. May isang pastor pa nga nag pinag pray ulit kami. It feels so good whenever he mentions my name in the prayer. It feels so personal at heartfelt. All in all, i can say i had fun. And i don't mind doing it again.

Actually, nag invite ulit si tita na sunduin kami this week after office para pumunta sa house nila. ipagluluto nya daw kami. Hay nako, i'm sure isa nanaman to sa mga pakulo nya para madala kami sa isang prayer meeting. kaasar lang. hahahahaha joke lang po. I'm really looking forward to it. Promise. bukod sa namimiss ko na ang pagkaing pinoy eh gusto ko din naman makinig sa mga stories nila. believe it or not, nakakatuwa pag nagkkwento sila.

Its refreshing to see people who can see the world in a totally different way. They see everyday things and happenings as blessings from God. Yung tipong habang nakikinig ka, marerealize mo na nangyari na din pala sayo yun, at masasabi mo sa sarili mo na "OO nga noh, blessing pala yun".

2 Double Life

Yup, buhay pa ko. And yes, my blog will live on!

Salamat sa iilan kong readers, kahit konti lang kayo at kahit alam kong kalahati sa inyo ay mga kaaway ko in real life at sumusubaybay lang para alamin kung tinitira ko kayo sa blog. Maraming Salamat pa din.

I wasn't able to publish anything due to major happenings in my life. Recent Happenings yes. Kasalukuyan kasi akong nasa malayong lugar. Tama ang hula mo Facebook friend. Andito ako sa U of S of A. at hanggang ngayon, ay wala pa ding gumagalaw sa kin (maliban na lang nung muntik akong ma-rape sa isang bar 3 weeks ago pero sa ibang post na lang k?) kaya malayo pa ko sa chansang magkamit ng green card.

Napasulat lang ako all of a sudden kasi Finally! nagkaron na din ako ng google+ account. I know, I know i'm so ewweee dahil ngaun lang ako nagkaron nun, but i still feel honored. Buti na lang at nadaan ko sa pilit si Kristian na padalhan ako ng invite.

So, while i was browsing it, i noticed, it's very similar to facebook. So hindi na ko nahirapan masyado na mag navigate. I can say, it's actually very user-friendly... or so i thought.

unlike Facebook hindi ka makakapaghanap ng account ng crush mo o kaya ng cute na aksidente mong nakita ang name. Walang random search. Kailangan alam mo ang email nya. But of course, you can always send invites, kaso nga lang may limit. Only up to 150. so hindi ako sigurado kung yun na ba ang maximum na pwede mo i-add.

since it's new, madami din silang nilagay na mga bagong features. Sa aking understanding, if you are coming up with a not so original idea, you're goal is to have the same kind of thing the original already has o kaya eh come up with additional perks na wala sila. ayun ang perfect formula of competing. Offering more than what they have and eventually beat them to a pulp. Tignan mo na lang ang ginawa ng Facebook sa Friendster. Oh di ba, gulpi-sarado.

Aminin na natin naging Jologs ang friendster. Super Jologs. It was on it's highest peak when suddenly we all wake up one day and everyone has different colorful, eye-straining wallpapers on their accounts. What's worse? yung mukha nila mismo ang nakalagay. kadiri lang di ba. That's what FB used. Simplicity.

may changes man, but it's not as drastic and not as cheap as putting glittery and animated testimonials and sometimes those changes are cool. agree?

Enough of the comparison, let's get to my real point.

Naisip ko lang kasi kanina ang busy busy mo na these days noh?

Andyan na ang facebook, may twitter ka pa. nabitin ka, gumawa ka pa ng youtube account, may tumbler ka pa, tapos di ka pa maka getover sa friendster mo, at nag mmaintain ka pa ng negosyo mo sa multiply. Tapos ngayon may google+ ka pa hinayupak ka. Kung bading ka pa, syempre may may account ka pa sa planetromeo. dahil ayaw mo ng na lo-lonely, may YM ka na, may skype ka pa, bukod pa sa office communicator mo na ginagamit mo na ding pang chika. At dahil naka BB ka, anjan pa ang mga ka-BBM mo. At dahil madami ka pang kwento may blogger account ka din o kung hindi man, wordpress ang gamit mo. Hay buti na lang nakalimutan mo na ang MySpace account mo. at hindi mo pa nadidiskubre ang iba pang social networking chenez.

Yung totoo, hindi ka ba napapagod?

Nakakatawa nga kung iisipin mo, people are making lives complicated. Kids spend more time in front of the computer developing their personalities in the most artificial ways and adults are trying to learn about it too. I guess this is what technology has to offer. Something that's new and something that is fresh. but of course we only have 24 hours in a day. meaning, we can't do it all.

something has to suffer. Personal life maybe? your relationship with God perhaps? Nah. you don't think so.


We all live a complete life. It's just that the life we are living now is powered by the internet.

right?? so go ahead, tweet you're life out. Good luck.