Cold Office Syndrome in the middle of a fucking Tropical country (an old musing)

Well nothing can be annoying when you feel like its winter at work and at the moment you step outside its "Welcome to the gates of Hell."

I have read of the idea on Buzzfeed about that problem. Again its very simple. You office just decided on itself that the temperature should be below freezing or something close.

I have tried the jacket approach but the fucking machine is just on top of me. I don't want to do the barung-barong thing because I believe an office should look like an office and not the shanties of Tondo or what have you.

Today my AM partner just decided to be her own architect and engineer and decided to do a make-over just because she thinks it must be done. She is the same asshole who decided to move my things without even asking. What a fucking jerk like most Pinoy are.

Well its no longer cold but I can't fucking see what I am typing.

San Marino's Indoor Bike Challenge at Robinsons Starmills Pampanga

San Marino has always been a proponent of healthy living since its start years back. They are famous for many brands and is one of the well know canned foods in the Philippines. San Marino corned tuna by Foodsphere Inc. local manufacturer and distributor of popular brands like CDO, Bibbo hot dogs, Highlands corn beef, Holiday Cheese dogs.

San Marino and Robinsons Mall started last year an advocacy to help improve the lives of the shoppers, thus they launched an Indoor Bike Challenge at Robinson’s Magnolia. This year there are 3 legs for the Indoor Challenge, one held last June 3 at Nuvali, Laguna; June 24 at Robinson Starmills, San Fernando, Pampanga; and July 8 at Santa Lucia East Grand Mall, Cainta, Rizal.

May Vacation

My company just gave me one month vacation because they cannot say they are on a tight budget as usual. Anyways this gives me freedom from the latest bullshit and shallow lives of my co-workers, I wonder why they always need to talk about their boring lives. Maybe most of the time no one cares about them.

Anyways that means I have more time to write so much about the things I have never written about. I have been so busy doing two jobs in a day. If only I don't need to sleep I would do that.

The hard work has paid off and I am going to Japan this month. Expect tons of pictures from me then.

It's 2016!

Last year was the time I lost interest in writing blogs. I felt so uninspired to write about anything. My friends left me at the company where we used to work for and moved to another company. I was supposed to apply there but their restrictions cannot have me there as well. Somehow I am glad I didn't move to that company. Something tells me weird about that company.

I took lots of pictures and yet I took long before to post them. I even rarely attended blog events and just went to the Buddhist meetup every weekend. I think that was one of the good things I have done last year.

Now I got some mojo back for writing and I will write those write ups from the past year. Sorry it took me a long time to really write. And yes don't expect writing for the mass media or what have you. This is my life. OK?

Anyways, Happy New Year bastards!

There are pros and cons to being alone

Last September 24, 2015 was the last day of my friends at work. They are the few people I talk with and communicate with. Despite our busy schedule at work we still manage to keep in touch.

Now I am also doing two jobs to keep up with my bills and at the same time save up for the ticket and expenses of going to Japan.

I go home alone now. Work alone and do most of my life alone. Do I feel bad about that? Nope. I am used to this kind of life. I cannot expect people to stay with me forever. People go and leave because all is impermanent in this world.

But I like being alone. Most people think its sad. For me it gives me great chances to think and be with people that matter, no matter how far apart we are or the less talks we have.

Now I have to keep all my stories to myself or just write about them here. Maybe I will just write about them since this blog is almost empty since I got bored with blogging.

Under new management: New Office Drama

Our friend and Team Leader just quit the job. He made the announcement at the end of July. I wondered who will be the new Team Leader and I have heard rumors that it will be T-Rex

Then on the so called Training. Actually its more like a meeting with pizza. The boss announced that it was will be T-Rez based on some criteria. I have no idea what criteria they used but I am sure it is not on quality of work but of pronunciation alone. My company is more on pronunciation. Fuck teaching methodologies and educational psychology or even linguistics

It's now all about pronunciation and how we are going to pretend we are fucking native American speakers. Although they hide under the term Accent Reduction. All lies and bullshit. I am not a young stupid ignorant Elementary kid who will believe any crap told him.

Immediately the new management started to give their so called changes. They asked for this and that to the point of absurdity. I mean many teacher's were pissed with the added work load.

One example is the so called "Undertime record." Which is not really a record or report of undertime calls but a report of something like just put anything there and that is because we said so. Again under the pretext of "the boss said so." Again another questionable idea.

They also have elevated themselves to higher positions and now no one talks to them. We have hired supposed to be QA (I have no idea what QA means to them) that will also do training for us for the so called accent reduction but looking at their materials (without sources and citations) that are made to make us sound like fake Americans.

So its now what we called MJ empire. Ruled by the unbreakable tandem. Who said they should be respected. With their two "native speakers" to lick their asses and wipe them as well. Then the well wishers lead by the biggest chismosa of the company.

Good luck to me. I hope I don't blow up anytime soon.

Dedication for my beloved

I have forgotten where I met you. You just came one day and learned to love me. I am sure when I also learned to love you back. I never asked many things from you. I just listened to what you tell me. I never even learned of your nickname until the day you left and its from other people.

I don't know where you live. I know you stay with different people. First few months we met a lot but as time went by we met less and less. When was the the last time we saw each other? Wow that was more than a year ago. The last message you sent me was when you were asking me for some load.

We were never really open to each other. We each harbored secrets and pains. The longest time we spent was when my boss asked me to go to Batangas to deliver flyers. That was one week with you. Now I rarely remember you. I only dreamt of you once.

I try to recall your voice, your smell, and your touch but all of them are distant memories.

I am sorry that you were the ones who were very vocal about your feelings with me. I can't even say, "I love you." when we are together. I hope you figured that out as we made this journey together.

I was quite mad and sad and everything when you left me. How could you do this to me? You died on circumstances that I may never know. And that is pain. I was not even at your funeral.

Maybe its for the both of us. No one really knew we are together. I was a secret we both have. Something we have in common. We never even had an anniversary date. We met when we can but most of all because of my ego. We rarely met.

So in keeping with my promise I will never love anyone. You will be my partner until my very own death. How I long to be with you even in hell.

Hello! I am back for the nth time!

Well you know me. I write a lot and then I am gone. I am forcing myself to write again and to also post all those pictures I took here and there but just got too lazy to post.

I turned 34.

It's another May 26th and my wish was simple. Just a normal day without stress and that no one talks about my birthday. I guess the simplest wishes do come true.

I got to celebrate alone and I know people understand why I have to do that. My real friends do.

I don't need celebrations and all that drama. Life is better when its simple besides I need to save money.

Good Friday with Buddhist friends

For some weird reason I didn't take any pictures of the place we have been to. We were planning on getting space at that military camp / beach at Ternate, Cavite. When we were there at 9 am. We were told that the palce is already full of people. 

We looked for another place and the nearest place was Puerto Azul. It was a bit expensive and way beyond the budget but we have no other choice. 

The place is nice but needs a lot of repairs already. Signs of aging is evident but the place is holding well. 

I just stayed on the poolside not being able to swim. It was still a good trip for me and my friends. 

My uncle was murdered

It is hard for me to write or even take pictures of this event until the very day my uncle - Reynaldo Reyes. 

The news posted on the news online are somewhat annoying and misleading. I think that is no way to write about a person who just got murdered. 

February 14, Valentines day me and the rest of the family gathered at the Church of San Ildefonso to hear the last rites for my late uncle. 

The death of a famewhore monster: Time to celebrate

Screen capture of Rappler

After acquiring (NOT battling) cancer because of smoking and the life of a playa. Famewhore and incessant jerk Jam Sebastian of the annoying couple called Jamich has died.

What a great relief! The family of the said monster of Philippine media said they will try all their best to save their annoying son but at the last minute decided on pulling all the plugs. Talk about inconsistency.

All of this drama was taken up by the equally decaying site called Rappler.

Other monsters and such creatures have said and visited the ailing Jam Sebastian. This includes the likes of Vice Ganda, Kris Aquino, Bo Sanchez, Hayden Kho, and so many others worthy to be sent to fiery gates of hell.

It also seems that the so called faith of this idiot Jam Sebastian was not able to save him.Despite the unending posts about God and his that he is already healed of stage 4 lung cancer. This is a strong proof that indeed there is no God. Or God just wanted peace and less bullshit on Philippine media.

Not to be outdone are his equally annoying cohorts on youtube saying goodbye and whatever as soon as the reports went out, making sure that their posts on social media are read by their fucking fantards.

Now he is dead. I am just expecting a few more ripples of his bullshit and then people of fad driven Philippines will forget the annoying and trashy ways of the couple called Jamich.

Maybe Hayden Kho will screw his GF now. As if we all care for that bullshit ever!

What does it feel to be robbed?

It was just another night of going home. I was quite sleepy when it happened.

A group of thugs took away my phone but that was the only thing they took away from me. It was past 2:00 am I was already tired and sleepy by the time we reached Buendia. I was listening to the music of JJ Lin.

Half-unconscious of things around when the robbery hold-up was declared and knives and for me a ice pick. I just gave my phone in a hurry. But I was more worried for the ladies beside me.

When the thugs went down I immediately told the driver to drive to the nearest police station.

And so we did. We told the story over and over the police station. I pity those people the guy who's things were taken and the ladies who was there on the jeep just to get her husband from the airport.

Like in anythings I was not hoping for the crime to be solved. I knew from the first moment that things will never be returned but reporting the incident matters the most.

The police told us the most striking thing about reality. That indeed we cannot do anything unless the police patrol deployed at the area would be able to catch the drugged youth.

I had to stay at the station for sometime and then reflect upon karma. I should not be thankful at all or even saddened. I think this should be a learning experience and I need a new phone.

Here is the police report we are given copies of:

Happy New Year 2015

Just greeting everyone who comes here

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Eating with friends before the year ends (December 30, 2014)

On the sixth day of Christmas I joined my office friends for a meal and to exchange the gifts we bought for each other. We were supposed to meet in Makati but at that time of traffic and waiting we just decided to go to Greenfields.

The options are limited and we ended up eating again at Yellow Cab. We just ate and the other guys took lots of pictures of each other.

They were talking about the party I missed and I reacted in the way that I am supposed to. I said I was glad I was not there seeing the pictures taken by the AM people what they wore just brought up ideas that are just disgusting.

I got the pants I asked for and we ended up happy. This is the kind of gathering I enjoy, just sit and eat. No need for obligatory shit. Although the most stupid part of all this is the obligatory exchange gift. I remind myself next time just say no to exchange gifts. Thus this would be the last exchange gift I am going to engage in.

Merry Christmas 2014

Of course my students at work are asking about Christmas and stuff. I think I will be like them, just taking a rest over the holidays. But I also told them that Christmas is not just a holiday for Christians but for everyone.

Do whatever you can or want. I sat don't buy because you have the money. Save your money for now and just wait for the good buys in the coming days.

Merry Christmas!

Happy Holidays!

Season's Greetings!

Whatever...

Quality Circle or the circle jerk at work

The company has implemented the use of the called Quality Control Circle or just simply called the Quality Circle.

What is a Quality Circle? Accordingly it is defined as thus:

A quality circle is a group of workers who do the same or similar work, who meet regularly to identify, analyze and solve work-related problems. Normally small in size, the group is usually led by a supervisor or manager and presents its solutions to management; where possible, workers implement the solutions themselves in order to improve the performance of the organization and motivate employees. Quality circles were at their most popular during the 1980s, but continue to exist in the form of Kaizen groups and similar worker participation schemes.

Not attending the Company's Christmas party and just doing the stuff that makes me happy.

Weeks before the company party I have already decided not to go. Sadly most of the people I know will not understand that. They would just force me to go that stupid party and I had to pretend I am going. I have to attend the so called practice for a song number. Rather it was a song and dance number. Yes with those annoying songs of Christmas. Something many Pinoy so love which I so hate and despise.

Days passed and I became stressed and unhappy. I kept eating shit and stuff. I pretended and forced myself to attend the most with what I can. I never bought anything to wear with a theme of Fashion Forward. On which I have no idea what means. But it was better than the abominable suggestion and chismis of the 80s fashion. Yuck!

I woke up a bit earlier on Saturday. I didn't even care where the part is going to be. All I cared about is the Buddhist talk I am going to attend and the little party at the Kasa Boix. I was more worried if I will be able to play the banduria well.

I then switched my phone to airplane mode so that texts would be blocked. I went to Glorietta with an umbrella, the crochet table runners and my banduria. The traffic was heavy but at least I made it to Starbucks on time.

It was an interesting talk with other peopel joining us about Buddhism, There was this agnostic with his Catholic friend, a Japanese lady, Ernest, and a born-again Pastor. It was an interesting mix of people who wanted to listen to Buddhism until the pastor spilled the beans. At 4 pm I bid goodbye to my friends because I had to go to Kasa Boix.

My friend John made it at the place when I was not there anymore. I don't know what interesting thing have happened when I was gone.

Travel was easy from MRT to LRT until Quiapo. I made it a few minutes before 5 pm. Its a small crowd of familiar good faces but I will be happier here. We may not have lots of food but being surrounded with good people is way better than being surrounded by fake people and good food. I enjoyed the songs and ceremony. I shared two songs for the night and it was fun playing the banduria once again.

The food tasted good and the stories and song much sweeter than anything. It was the official lighting of the Kasa Boix. Then I went home tired and happy.

Thank God I decided not to attend the party. Now I am intent of not attending any office party or even outings. I would invoke my right not to attend.

Terror de Manila on the rise

Despite the orders from the government it seems the construction of the DMCI's Torre de Manila continues. I take frequent trips to Manila everyday and it seems their construction doesn't only happen at night but also now in the morning.

So what is my take on this. Thinking hard about it, I realized that I don't care. It doesn't matter to me at all. If Manila doesn't value its law then that is the reflection of how they understand and want the law to be implemented. What can a slaktivist do? Post on Facebook and Twitter? As if posting will stop the construction. Even government and concerned agencies can't do anything.

If the government can't do anything then I will pretend not that I can do something.

So as early s today I congratulate DMI for being such an asshole and the winner of this fight. I wonder how much they have spent on this building.

Rediscovering the poetry of Ferdinand Pisigan Jarin in Music and other shit

OK I heard of him from a classmate fan of mine when I was a freshman in college at the Philippine Normal University. Unlike many people who gather around and talk about this and that I kept to myself and my so called way of studies.

I had a group at that time. It was a learning experience to be with them. Now I know whom should I keep as friends and those I keep an eye on.

I just lived life at that time and have read some of Ferdi's writing on the Torch or sometimes called the Sulo. The Torch or Sulo is the official school paper with many interesting and often times radical ideas. I enjoyed reading the stories and poetry there.

I have never met Ferdi as what my classmate calls him because I have no other way of talking or referring about him. Often times I confused him with another Ferdi from a higher class.

Life went on and so did the years. I read from the publications of the school the raw realities of life and at the same time how wonderful it is. I am glad and proud to be a PNUan because of the things I was able to learn and read.

I am now just an asshole trying to write my life so at least someone can remember. I wish I can be eloquent even in Filipino but I am neither good in English.

I was also planning on buying his book, "Anim na Sabado ng Beyblade." But I feel would suffer another mood swing and tantrum like I got so stressed reading books by Eros Atalia. I feel Ferdi would also affect me the way I was affected by the rich literary culture of PNU with its brilliant minds.

Last Sunday I was able to chance upon a concert of his at the Concert at the Park. I was like OMG! I bought the album despite its ghetto looks. I doesn't matter I am buying the music.