23 posts tagged “random”
one mid morning in may, we went to sm cebu to run some work-related errands. we decided to leave the office at around 8:30 AM since we got word the the grocery opens at 9AM. we got there and saw the sign that says the grocery opens at 9AM on weekends. it was a weekday. so we were 30 minutes early and was left with nothing to do but wait at the steaming parking lot. eveready asfer bought along her camera with the purpose of documenting the whole shopping experience but later on figured out that she might not be allowed to take pictures inside the department store. with that in mind and with almost 25 minutes more to wait, we turned the whole situation into a photoshoot. we have this inate ability to turn any event, cam whoring aside, into an instant photoshoot. we didn't brought proper lighting or props but we had bags...
l-r: me try to take off, me finally taking off, me giving roan an uppercut for trying to steal my pose
roan, me and kimee trying to out-"vogue" each other
the makers of these bags may as well sue as for misrepresentation. hahahaha...
... and about 10 more spins till sm opened
l-r: kimee showing off some fake envious laugh, me ignoring them, roan trying to be pensive
and then sm cebu opened it's doors to us. just like that.
geez. i must have been very busy or drank a couple of Xanax because my last post here is dated last january. so what have i been up to... work's getting pretty tiring. i don't get the same excitement as i did before. most of the times, i feel like i'm on autopilot. i have to think this over. i lost my phone for the 9th or 10th time. i kinda lost count. i left it (again) somewhere. i haven't got a replacement and i'm not to anxious to get one, considering the perks or the excuse i can always use for not being informed of a meeting and so and so. a couple of feats - just had my 10th month here in cebu and my 4th year with my current job. aside from a couple of haircuts and a trip to the fantastic Bantayan Island, everything's same old crapola. it feels good to be back here.
i have been doing nothing but bumming around cebu the past 2 weeks. last week, we went to the beach (again) but that's a totally different post. a lot has happened with our overnight at porto fino. everyone, and i mean everyone was drunk.
now, back to bumming here in cebu. there are hours within a day that we literally find ourselves doing nothing but... well, nothing. and that's where friendster came in. it has been ages since i last visited my friendster account. i had to approve a lot of friendster requests and read a couple of testimonials. i wasn't going to approve on posting any of them. more significantly, i went through my "friends list". it's really all funny and weird at the same time. i felt different emotions as i browsed from one profile to the other. i saw my highschool friends with their babies (uh-oh), my college friends seems to be in all sorts of places, random guys, party people, and then there's my exs. it was like falling in love, making out and breaking-up (all at the same time) all over again. it was an instant flashback of how stupid i was to let go a this ex or to hook up with this ex. it was a quick rollercoaster ride from one picture to another. and it's things like friendster that makes me soft. i hate being soft. i have long realized that friends do come and go, hearts break and heal, and people change. i always thought of taking a month or two away from work and just reconnect with the people that mattered. with people who i was reckless with or has been reckless with my heart-- it doesn't matter. with everything happening so fast and people leaving one place for the other, it's rare that we stop by and take the chance to catch up. sure, communication with friends can be as easy as e-mail and sms nowadays but nothing like a good old handshake or a hug can come close. i may not be able to catch with all my "282 friends" (i'm not cool because my list was never full), but i could at least try by starting today.
bumming makes me mushy. i hate being mushy. sheeesh.
i can't get enough of this that i had to post it here. ex-opera singer charlotte church does a cover with alcoholic sensation amy winehouse. a lot of people have commented that amy screwed it up big time. personally, i thought it was hilarious (listen to charlotte's part of the songs and how she seems to kick amy out of the stage). i want a rhum coke quick!
our migration to cebu has been moved a week earlier. too our surprise. so our countdown to cebu has officially and prematurely started. last night, me, charlie, reijiro and win had little trip down memory lane. we got together at one of our favorite places - sonata. we belted out like we always did. it was fun and it was silly as always. i will really miss reijiro and charlie the most. thank god win is going with me. otherwise, i may be institutionalized in cebu. win and i haven't packed yet. we have to do it soon but we still don't feel like it. we're still gonna shop for some luggages this week. something big to fit in whatever we need to bring that can help us last for at least 12 months. as in 365 days. i don't wanna convert to hours. i must pack. i must pack. i must pack.... otherwise i'm a mother packer.
as usual, there are a lot of things going at work. all of which seems to pass us by as normal. i've always turned some of my inner frustrations to taking pictures using my phone. it's always fun to randomly take pictures at the spur of the moment.
here, reijiro and the other supervisors are just plain tired and showed no interest at all during a snap meeting. they didn't even bother to use their pseudo-concerned look. they just all wanna go home. tsk.tsk.tsk....
L-R: noel and me doing our version of pimp my hetero officemate, owen in post spring mode across the office building, and ancee taking an escalated call (zoom in for more intensity)
L-R: me blowing the candles on someone else's birthday cake, b-celebrity day with manilyn reynes or is it love anouver?, and another karaoke night with my old team
me and win try to pose on one of the four boards that we finished for the recent client visit. we were aiming for the bills razzling as confetti effect but every shot that xenia took had the bills covering up our faces. this was just never meant to be...
me and our usual power breakfast combo: coke and yosi
there are a lot of things that people don't really know about. like my guilty pleasures. we all have one or more -- something that gives us the natural high or we get a major kick out of. something that can't wipe the smile off our face for hours. some may call it baduy or jologs. kebs. here are couple of my guilty pleasures:
ukay-ukay
ok. this may be overrated since ukay-ukays have sprouted like mushrooms all over the metro. we no longer need to go to baguio to satisfy the lust to find for that one-of-a-kind, cheap, non-brandnew clothes. some people go to ukay-ukays to buy regular shirts and jeans. the ukay enthusiasts like me go to ukays to look for hidden treasures. the thrill and time spent from one rack to another is all worth it whenever you get to find a vintage gucci shirt or a black bomber jacket from japan, strikingly similar to the latest collection of dior. the malls have recently offered bland and unreasonably priced items. not to mention that items mentioned are usually mass-produced. which is why ukay-ukays have thrived in the recent years. some of the most the notable brands that i like to buy in ukay-ukays and are really hard to comeby here in the philippines are th:(two percent homme), izzue and dumplings&noodles. i've noticed that there are huge amount of hongkong brands like baleno and giordano.
youtube.com
one of modern technology's greatest invention ever. youtube has replaced dvd rentals the way mtv killed radio. and did i mention that everyone has their big chance at stardom? nuff said.
oprah, the tv show
i am close to admitting my masochistic side. i like crying. and not just the tears-rolling-down-eyes cry. let me rephrase that. i like sobbing. and oprah is my therapist. i highly recommend the episodes of her trips to africa. just prepare a box of wipes.
anything with ai-ai delas alas
preferrably in a movie with eugene domingo. our threeway love affair started with tanging ina and blossomed to ang cute ng ina mo. they have the best comedic timing since the tandem of lucille ball and vivian vance of i love lucy. they never fail to keep me laughing in tears. (see the hello jack sequence in ang cute ng ina mo as evidence of their comedic chemistry).
nicolegiala, the radio jock
her resonating laugh and gay lingo vocabulary are both exemplary. to a certain extent.
air supply
i've never met a boy band that does not cover the lower 5 octaves. they're like the predecessors of aegis. too bad i only hear them play whenever i ride a bus. and when i do, you may want to cover your ears.
i'm now officially 1/3 baduy.
it's final. they're sending me and win to cebu. and they are sending us soon. like in the next 2 weeks. we don't know much about cebu. we don't know what to bring. we don't have a clue if we can survive the 12 months minimum that we should be staying there to help expand our account. exciting but borderly insane. what have got ourselves into? we feel like paris and nicole (minus the bleach blond extensions) trying out something new that may not turn out right. and the pressure just keeps our adrenaline pumped but at the same time step back and get distracted by a number of other possibilities - good or bad. well, we all take risks at one point in our lives. i've already lost count...
some people just go. some people go further. cebu, here we come. blindfolded but definitely head on and full speed.
ecstasy is so vintage. so late nineties. yet it brings back youthful foolish memories. here's a trip down memory lane:
i wish the clinic at the office has tablets inclosed in a glass case that read "break it if you're work is about to break you down". it would be easier for human resources to conduct exit interviews. lol.
gay lingo has never been overrated as it is today. there was a time that this was considered a secret code coined by gay people. now, even your grandmother can spit a chuva or two sporadically. thank god this lingo has evolved and somewhat reinvented for the ever getting bland homosexuals and fag hags of today. otherwise, there wouldn't be as much a difference between me and a regular hetero-jackass other than bad taste. here's the first batch of my favorite locally manufactured gar words, my attempt to explain their origin, meaning and their variations:
mars (noun) - came from the rootword kumare or mare, which is our version of a girl friend or sister in a very ghetto way. this is same as marse, maring, ning (from ning-ning, sister of ging-ging), misis, maritess and ma'am.
badette (noun) - originally bading from the 80's which simply refers to a gay person. however, i do not recommend using this towards homo-in-denials. the term may open the closets the way pandora's box was opened. other forms are badessa, badaf, badaftsina, baklush, badingerzi and ate gay.
chefer (word filler) most likely a spin-off of chuva, which also most likely came from a-chu-chu (local version of etcetera. this one is very handy and can be used several times in one sentence. it can be used it place of a person, an act, an event or anything you don't want to say out loud. also, prolific gay linguists can easily understand the word replaced by chefer without further explaining the issue. other people have hard time coping up with the conversation. you may also try, chenelyn, chenelyn parlor, chenelyn parlor games, kefer, kefrak, cheverly, skemi, skemi flactured and etchos garbanzos.
gay lingo is an art and definitely not for the slow. nowadays, using it sporadically is the right way to do it. using to many gay terms in one sentence may result to your listeners enduring a nosebleed. it's fun because it changes and adapts with the times. you can expound an existing word or create your own by adding catchy,meaningless words to a classic gay lingo. zsa zsa, badette. more kefers next time.
