After writing last time and getting everything erased... losing energy, interest for awhile... NEW POST HERE IT IS AGAIN!
What's with me? How am I? The same, I guess, except yesterday, my Korean boss told me there were students who liked the English test that I created. Guess the teaching skills gained through the years paid off, well, sort of. And also, amazing, but my less-than-10-years old student is teaching me how to teach kids. Not in a sort of way, "This is how you teach kids," but in a way that I see what bores children and what excites them... hmmm, am I starting to act like a kid? No, of course not.
Bad thing is, I have less than ten minutes to spare. After transferring to a new house, have to rent computers, as there is no Internet in my new house. 7 minutes...!!! Ok, so this will be a short update about my life.
What else? Oh, I survived the news of biopsy :-p What else? Oh, the Facebook... I wonder what it is with people adding you and they don't know you... I mean, there are four, no, five, I think six? Ok, I think I know one out of seven... but the rest, they add me - I mean, well, they could have left a message saying "I want to add you because I think I know you" or something... but, oh well... I'll see...
Reminds me, this morning, I had to cancel my Tagalog lesson because I woke up late. My karma for watching movie in the middle of the dawn. :-( In any case, the movie is good. Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Reminds me, I like Talladega Nights of Will Ferrelll? I mean, ok, the guy is OA sometimes, but he's VERY GOOD (worth an Oscar :-p) in that movie.
Ok, ok, finishing, wrapping up - have to teach later this evening.
Monday, October 19, 2009
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
High School Musical...
...Is not a bad movie, all right... Ok, I'm not a teeny bopper movie type of person, so it takes me years before I watch a teeny bopper movie. Like what happened with "Princess Diaries"; at first, I was really adamant not to watch it. But after seeing it by chance, I thought Anne Hathaway was not bad at all. Still, it did not give me enough reason to watch "Princess Diaries 2". And now, High School Musical... wait, both are Disney productions, right? So, I saw it, and I think it is a stroke of a genius. Up to now, I still sort of remember the songs... "'Cause it's the start of something new..." What else? Forgot the others... Still, I'm not a fan of Disney movie/TV teeny bopper-related productions. But, ok, I'm willing to watch High School Musical 2 and 3 for Ryan, Sharpay's brother :-p
Later, I'll be in Makati... no, I should be early in Makati for the Tagalog lesson. Traffic has not improved. It is said the huge road construction will be finished in year 2011 - 2011! Again... 2011... 2011! 2 years... won't blame Gloria... I voted for her, I believe in her, blindly... this is not her fault. After that, I'll proceed to Las Pinas...
Ah, yes, Las Pinas... my former Tagalog student (glad we're not Facebook friends, or else he might read this), hired me... The recommendation has been high... to which I feel truly embarrassed. What am I talking about? I got hired to become a part-time freelance Online English Tutor by my former Tagalog student, a blond British who seems (no, it's IS) the apple of the eyes of all Filipino office ladies in the place where I work. Is my grammar correct? Whatever... Embarrassing, because 1. I have yet to surpass the expectation of the Korean owner, who is kind, 2. I feel like being supervised not just by the owner, but also by the office ladies (I have yet to call them "office mates".) Yes, the office ladies are, well, kind... but then, I'm a neophyte, so I know nothing... And, well, British boss is also supervising me; of course, I have to show the best. The question is: Am I showing my best? And, gosh, the work... I truly wonder what is going on all the time. The duty is to teach Koreans of any age. It so happens I have to teach some children, to which I am not really that good at. My years of experience in tutoring does not include children, only adult expats.
Monday, beginning of work. I taught two children: girl first, then boy. Both Koreans. The girl, obviously, didn't want to talk. She seemed bored with me, while I continued my high, false childish/kindergartenish laugh (I was trying my best, or trying hard, to teach). She is 10 years old, she has read Lord of the Rings novels 1-3, she has eyeglasses (very young people with eyeglasses, for me, are somewhat genius), and, obviously, she was not buying the crap that I was doing. She was using stuff toys to make the gestures "Yes" and "No". And she has one great logical mind: she thinks that Santa Claus give gifts not only to good children. Why? Because she said she did some bad things last year, and she still received a gift. Next time that I encounter her, maybe I'll talk about Lord of the Rings, in an in-depth type of way...
The boy, to my relief, is slightly talkative. He wanted to talk, even though, sometimes, I was not sure what was going on. He is a genius, as well. He likes Science and Math. He likes to read. He has read Robinson Crusoe, etc... I didn't read Lord of the Rings 1-3 and Robinson Crusoe when I was a child, to be honest...
Tuesday, second day of work. I taught a boy, somewhat younger than the two above. This time, not really good in English. I tried my best/I tried hard to teach, followed the advice of my British boss and others (clap your hands, give the student a star or stars, smile all the time)... Still, the boy... seemed bored. His face was somewhat near to the monitor of the computer, with chin on the table; I suspect half-sleeping. Then a level test; this time, the girl is a teenager, and she is good in English. I was glad during that time, as finally, there was someone somewhat willing, or could, understand my instructions.
British boss said I would get advanced English-level students in near future (hope days only), but I think if I keep on teaching children, I have no idea how I will survive. Hmm... wonder what I will look like if I become a mother - EEEEK! What I mean is, how I would act if those were my children. Solution: do NOT have children.
Later, I'll be in Makati... no, I should be early in Makati for the Tagalog lesson. Traffic has not improved. It is said the huge road construction will be finished in year 2011 - 2011! Again... 2011... 2011! 2 years... won't blame Gloria... I voted for her, I believe in her, blindly... this is not her fault. After that, I'll proceed to Las Pinas...
Ah, yes, Las Pinas... my former Tagalog student (glad we're not Facebook friends, or else he might read this), hired me... The recommendation has been high... to which I feel truly embarrassed. What am I talking about? I got hired to become a part-time freelance Online English Tutor by my former Tagalog student, a blond British who seems (no, it's IS) the apple of the eyes of all Filipino office ladies in the place where I work. Is my grammar correct? Whatever... Embarrassing, because 1. I have yet to surpass the expectation of the Korean owner, who is kind, 2. I feel like being supervised not just by the owner, but also by the office ladies (I have yet to call them "office mates".) Yes, the office ladies are, well, kind... but then, I'm a neophyte, so I know nothing... And, well, British boss is also supervising me; of course, I have to show the best. The question is: Am I showing my best? And, gosh, the work... I truly wonder what is going on all the time. The duty is to teach Koreans of any age. It so happens I have to teach some children, to which I am not really that good at. My years of experience in tutoring does not include children, only adult expats.
Monday, beginning of work. I taught two children: girl first, then boy. Both Koreans. The girl, obviously, didn't want to talk. She seemed bored with me, while I continued my high, false childish/kindergartenish laugh (I was trying my best, or trying hard, to teach). She is 10 years old, she has read Lord of the Rings novels 1-3, she has eyeglasses (very young people with eyeglasses, for me, are somewhat genius), and, obviously, she was not buying the crap that I was doing. She was using stuff toys to make the gestures "Yes" and "No". And she has one great logical mind: she thinks that Santa Claus give gifts not only to good children. Why? Because she said she did some bad things last year, and she still received a gift. Next time that I encounter her, maybe I'll talk about Lord of the Rings, in an in-depth type of way...
The boy, to my relief, is slightly talkative. He wanted to talk, even though, sometimes, I was not sure what was going on. He is a genius, as well. He likes Science and Math. He likes to read. He has read Robinson Crusoe, etc... I didn't read Lord of the Rings 1-3 and Robinson Crusoe when I was a child, to be honest...
Tuesday, second day of work. I taught a boy, somewhat younger than the two above. This time, not really good in English. I tried my best/I tried hard to teach, followed the advice of my British boss and others (clap your hands, give the student a star or stars, smile all the time)... Still, the boy... seemed bored. His face was somewhat near to the monitor of the computer, with chin on the table; I suspect half-sleeping. Then a level test; this time, the girl is a teenager, and she is good in English. I was glad during that time, as finally, there was someone somewhat willing, or could, understand my instructions.
British boss said I would get advanced English-level students in near future (hope days only), but I think if I keep on teaching children, I have no idea how I will survive. Hmm... wonder what I will look like if I become a mother - EEEEK! What I mean is, how I would act if those were my children. Solution: do NOT have children.
Friday, September 11, 2009
News... what...
Reading... what? Sleepy... a bit... Saw this link... Gordon Brown apologizing to a real war hero... when I clicked the link, it led me to Prime Minister Brown's statement, apologizing to Alan Turing for some judgment made about his sexual orientation (he was gay) years ago, that is, after World War 2... so I looked it up, Alan Turing... yup, he was gay... but, wow, he had a very beautiful mind... Reminds me of John Nash... And Oscar Wilde... Actually, I have a very stupid opinion: I think people of high intellect are usually close to becoming gays/lesbians. It must be the genes, I don't know. Like I said, very, very stupid opinion...
What else? Another link... Thatcher... her not approving the unification of Germany... here's what on the link:
...Even in 1990 Mrs Thatcher was still trying to slow things down. “I am convinced that reunification needs a long transition period,” she told Mr Gorbachev. “All Europe is watching this not without a degree of fear, remembering very well who started the two world wars.”
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/politics/article6829735.ece
My opinion: Should I care? Maybe for now, I don't... Maybe in the near future, I will...
What else... Oh, the former president of Taiwan, jailed for corruption, together with his wife. They could do that, no? Otherwise, if done in Philippines, too, all former presidents would go to jail - yes, including Cory Aquino (apparently, some money got, uh, lost during her regime, but only a very small amount... unlike Gloria's...)...
God, what a boring blog... I'm supposed to talk about myself, right? And looking at this blog to make sure I don't type wrong words... To make it readable... Myself... what happened to me? Was in the hospital for nearly like whole day, simply to get advice, etc... Now, the question left for me is: will I get biopsy in near future? I hope not... procedure looks painful... Well, I'll see how long I'll last...
And tomorrow, the planned family party at home... :-) Reminds me, next week, geez, have to teach in Makati, then go to some mini-get-together in Alabang... A he he :-p Not really mini... though I hope it will be as special as I expect it to be... :-)
What else? Oh, yes... Have been reading Ludlum's The (true) Bourne Identity... :-) The movie you saw? Not the real one. Lots of differences, like: Marie, girlfriend of Jason Bourne, is not really this complete, uh, hippie-like girl in the movie. In the real Bourne book, she is this lady who has Masters, etc., whatever, in Economics, coming from totally unknown universities, namely McGill University and Oxford University. She is a well-connected "doctor". She becomes Jason's adviser in dealing with banks, etc... Now I wish the movie gave Marie some justice, not simply giving her useful skills like driving...
Next book that I'm planning to read: a porn book written by Elfriede who? Elfriede who? Elfriede what? The title of the book is The Piano Teacher. Ok, Wikipediad it (when did it become a verb?). Elfriede Jelinek... hmm... hope it's correct. The novel has four characters (I've read some pages, juicy pages :-p ): The Mother, who is very concerned with her only child's activities, The Daughter, a self-destructive person who does everything she wants to (what a life), The Young Lover, who is like a magnet to all girls and makes a mistake by becoming a lover of the Daughter (not sure why, but I can relate with The Young Lover... not have a relationship, but what I mean, is, I can somehow see myself in the situation of The Young Lover...), and The Piano, which plays beautifully in the background called life... so dramatic... I already know the ending of the story, actually, as my habit is to read first the last page of the book before buying it... how brave The Daugther is to do that to herself, that's all I can say... I will never, ever be able to do that, no matter how crazy life is, that's for sure... whatever...
What else? Another link... Thatcher... her not approving the unification of Germany... here's what on the link:
...Even in 1990 Mrs Thatcher was still trying to slow things down. “I am convinced that reunification needs a long transition period,” she told Mr Gorbachev. “All Europe is watching this not without a degree of fear, remembering very well who started the two world wars.”
http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/politics/article6829735.ece
My opinion: Should I care? Maybe for now, I don't... Maybe in the near future, I will...
What else... Oh, the former president of Taiwan, jailed for corruption, together with his wife. They could do that, no? Otherwise, if done in Philippines, too, all former presidents would go to jail - yes, including Cory Aquino (apparently, some money got, uh, lost during her regime, but only a very small amount... unlike Gloria's...)...
God, what a boring blog... I'm supposed to talk about myself, right? And looking at this blog to make sure I don't type wrong words... To make it readable... Myself... what happened to me? Was in the hospital for nearly like whole day, simply to get advice, etc... Now, the question left for me is: will I get biopsy in near future? I hope not... procedure looks painful... Well, I'll see how long I'll last...
And tomorrow, the planned family party at home... :-) Reminds me, next week, geez, have to teach in Makati, then go to some mini-get-together in Alabang... A he he :-p Not really mini... though I hope it will be as special as I expect it to be... :-)
What else? Oh, yes... Have been reading Ludlum's The (true) Bourne Identity... :-) The movie you saw? Not the real one. Lots of differences, like: Marie, girlfriend of Jason Bourne, is not really this complete, uh, hippie-like girl in the movie. In the real Bourne book, she is this lady who has Masters, etc., whatever, in Economics, coming from totally unknown universities, namely McGill University and Oxford University. She is a well-connected "doctor". She becomes Jason's adviser in dealing with banks, etc... Now I wish the movie gave Marie some justice, not simply giving her useful skills like driving...
Next book that I'm planning to read: a porn book written by Elfriede who? Elfriede who? Elfriede what? The title of the book is The Piano Teacher. Ok, Wikipediad it (when did it become a verb?). Elfriede Jelinek... hmm... hope it's correct. The novel has four characters (I've read some pages, juicy pages :-p ): The Mother, who is very concerned with her only child's activities, The Daughter, a self-destructive person who does everything she wants to (what a life), The Young Lover, who is like a magnet to all girls and makes a mistake by becoming a lover of the Daughter (not sure why, but I can relate with The Young Lover... not have a relationship, but what I mean, is, I can somehow see myself in the situation of The Young Lover...), and The Piano, which plays beautifully in the background called life... so dramatic... I already know the ending of the story, actually, as my habit is to read first the last page of the book before buying it... how brave The Daugther is to do that to herself, that's all I can say... I will never, ever be able to do that, no matter how crazy life is, that's for sure... whatever...
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Survived (Sort of)
Yup, nearly there... surviving the whatever-this-is... but have to be guilty, missed drinking two tablets since last night... those bitter tablets... tablets? Are they called tablets? Long and white... Jesus, need that dictionary...
What else... Oh, yeah :-) A good friend from Netherlands called... :-) Name is Tarno, a very good friend :-) and who used to terrorize people (thought not sure if he still does... :-p though, of course, there had been some grave and sad consequences, but won't get into details) Oh, asking like how I was, etc... As usual, I was boring. I'm a boring person to talk to, really... well... sometimes, not... but guess I'm much better in typing... can tell a lot of things, sort of... guess should bring my keyboard all the time...
What else... Oh... another number... or numbers... 2 different numbers... each containing 12 digits? 0023lotsofnos... I looked it up on the Wikipedia... country codes starting with 2-whatever are usually located in Africa... but then, I have a friend from Nigeria, and his cellphone number has 13 digits... in any case, this could also be a number from a call center agency... or a number from whatever application in the Internet... So what's the point? The point is:
1. Around 4:25am (Manila time - dawn!) these numbers tried to call or gave me a miscall 3 times (twice in one number, once in another). Imagine that - 3 times. Wonder what the caller was trying to do. Thank God was sleeping soundly (not snoring) during that time.
2. In the evening, around 7pm, one of these 12-digit numbers called me again. This time, I had been able to answer. I said "Hello?" like lots of times. But I did not get any reply; it simply cut itself off after a few seconds of listening to my yellingish. Wonder why...
Whatever... if it/they/whatever calls me again, hope it answers back, not simply making me say "Hello?" to nothingness...
What else... oh... new prospective student to learn Tagalog... :-) Though I suspected this student of one of those 12-digit numbers, as after the Point no. 2, this possible student called me to inquire about Tagalog lessons... but then, is there anyone that desperate to inquire about rates, books, etc.? Of course none!
What else... Oh... Noynoy Aquino... finally decided to run for the Presidential Seat... My mother, who attended the funeral of Cory Aquino, said she does not agree with him running, and so is my 2nd sister... they both said they won't vote for him just because of Cory-sympathy... it's not yet time for him, they said... As for me... He has to find a way to beat Manny Villar, who is the Commercial King these days (yup, not Infomercial - wannabe presidents market themselves, not informing people about themselves... Except Manny and a few others, maybe... I know Manny came from a poor family, went to a prestigious university, worked hard, became rich)... Whatever... Not voting for him, as well... as already made up my mind... Though if he were going to run for the Vice Presidential seat, might vote for him...
What else... Oh, yeah :-) A good friend from Netherlands called... :-) Name is Tarno, a very good friend :-) and who used to terrorize people (thought not sure if he still does... :-p though, of course, there had been some grave and sad consequences, but won't get into details) Oh, asking like how I was, etc... As usual, I was boring. I'm a boring person to talk to, really... well... sometimes, not... but guess I'm much better in typing... can tell a lot of things, sort of... guess should bring my keyboard all the time...
What else... Oh... another number... or numbers... 2 different numbers... each containing 12 digits? 0023lotsofnos... I looked it up on the Wikipedia... country codes starting with 2-whatever are usually located in Africa... but then, I have a friend from Nigeria, and his cellphone number has 13 digits... in any case, this could also be a number from a call center agency... or a number from whatever application in the Internet... So what's the point? The point is:
1. Around 4:25am (Manila time - dawn!) these numbers tried to call or gave me a miscall 3 times (twice in one number, once in another). Imagine that - 3 times. Wonder what the caller was trying to do. Thank God was sleeping soundly (not snoring) during that time.
2. In the evening, around 7pm, one of these 12-digit numbers called me again. This time, I had been able to answer. I said "Hello?" like lots of times. But I did not get any reply; it simply cut itself off after a few seconds of listening to my yellingish. Wonder why...
Whatever... if it/they/whatever calls me again, hope it answers back, not simply making me say "Hello?" to nothingness...
What else... oh... new prospective student to learn Tagalog... :-) Though I suspected this student of one of those 12-digit numbers, as after the Point no. 2, this possible student called me to inquire about Tagalog lessons... but then, is there anyone that desperate to inquire about rates, books, etc.? Of course none!
What else... Oh... Noynoy Aquino... finally decided to run for the Presidential Seat... My mother, who attended the funeral of Cory Aquino, said she does not agree with him running, and so is my 2nd sister... they both said they won't vote for him just because of Cory-sympathy... it's not yet time for him, they said... As for me... He has to find a way to beat Manny Villar, who is the Commercial King these days (yup, not Infomercial - wannabe presidents market themselves, not informing people about themselves... Except Manny and a few others, maybe... I know Manny came from a poor family, went to a prestigious university, worked hard, became rich)... Whatever... Not voting for him, as well... as already made up my mind... Though if he were going to run for the Vice Presidential seat, might vote for him...
Monday, August 31, 2009
Like I said, I will survive... :-)
Duh... ano puwede isulat... why in Tagalog... later na siguro... me kelangan ako gawin...
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Karma - I'm having a karma! ...
This is for not sleeping on time... this is for not eating on time... or this could be for not treating one person nice during his entire stay in the Philippines (I could argue with this one. As far as I observe, I met him when he wanted to, because according to him, he felt like no one wanted to meet him, no one wanted to invite him to social functions, etc... only the problem is that he wanted more than just meeting him - EEEEK! This is my fault, as well. Should have left him alone during his entire stay in the Philippines). Now I am having my karma, I think. And, for the first time in my life, I am praying to God to let me live - ha ha ha... Ok, seriously, is this serious? Hope not... Think positive!
I already had two blood tests this week. Processing my passport in the city hall, plus processing laboratory tests in the hospital - wow. Even my mother said if I wanted my future to materialize, health should be my priority.
Tomorrow I will be back to the hospital (again) for CT-Scan, going straight to my student's residence in Makati for 2 hours of lesson... Actually, I haven't told this to anyone, but I am planning to leave the city. I mean, well, see where the bus will take me. The plan is like, take any bus, go to anywhere, and see what will happen... I'm thinking of Baguio... Geez, and I still have to fix the quizzes for my other student... ok, maybe I could do this next Friday. This is like traveling for nothing... Oh, well, to be honest, I haven't been out of the city for, like, years. There had been opportunities. The first one was this swimming party sponsored by my former company; three days of idleness and relaxation. The second one was the Boracay trip; one week of blissfulness and white sand. But I said no to both of them, thinking of work (would I earn anything out of trips?), cats (who would take care of them?)... now, all of it is catching up on me, I guess...
Reminds me of the doctor... ha ha ha... me-jas-ti-num... that's how he pronounced it... What's that? Oh, well, I've no idea... CT-Scan... biopsy... for the first time in my life, I'm also hearing medical terms. Grim...
In any case, I know I will survive (how arrogant... Ok, I'm simply thinking positive). This is merely my failure in prioritizing my health. Maybe I should also lessen the hours of using the computer, as well. But, can't... I'm a computer addict.
I already had two blood tests this week. Processing my passport in the city hall, plus processing laboratory tests in the hospital - wow. Even my mother said if I wanted my future to materialize, health should be my priority.
Tomorrow I will be back to the hospital (again) for CT-Scan, going straight to my student's residence in Makati for 2 hours of lesson... Actually, I haven't told this to anyone, but I am planning to leave the city. I mean, well, see where the bus will take me. The plan is like, take any bus, go to anywhere, and see what will happen... I'm thinking of Baguio... Geez, and I still have to fix the quizzes for my other student... ok, maybe I could do this next Friday. This is like traveling for nothing... Oh, well, to be honest, I haven't been out of the city for, like, years. There had been opportunities. The first one was this swimming party sponsored by my former company; three days of idleness and relaxation. The second one was the Boracay trip; one week of blissfulness and white sand. But I said no to both of them, thinking of work (would I earn anything out of trips?), cats (who would take care of them?)... now, all of it is catching up on me, I guess...
Reminds me of the doctor... ha ha ha... me-jas-ti-num... that's how he pronounced it... What's that? Oh, well, I've no idea... CT-Scan... biopsy... for the first time in my life, I'm also hearing medical terms. Grim...
In any case, I know I will survive (how arrogant... Ok, I'm simply thinking positive). This is merely my failure in prioritizing my health. Maybe I should also lessen the hours of using the computer, as well. But, can't... I'm a computer addict.
Monday, August 24, 2009
Aftonbladet... right from Sweden...
Have just read this post in ASW (sometimes, you get weird info from that social networking site, which is said to be the social networking site for rich-type or feeling-rich type of people. Where do you find real people, then? You see them inside of your family and friends).
Anyway, the post is about the Israeli army being responsible for organ trafficking, that is, the Palestinians organs! And a Swedish tabloid named Aftonbladet published such grim accusation. The problem: Swedish government does not want to apologize to Israeli government for such libel. Links to some sites were given by the person who posted the thread.
Well, to be honest, it could be true, even without proper evidence. Organ trafficking is truly rampant. Even in the Philippines, some people do sell their organs in exchange of money. Now, the problem with this Israeli-Palestinian organ row is that the Israeli army is being accused of doing the trafficking by taking away the organs of suspects of terrorism? Geez... you know what, when you read my blog, don't read news-like info like this - they are simply rumors. And since I'm spreading the rumor, naturally the already twisted rumor gets more twisted as there is no evidence.
Anyway, the post is about the Israeli army being responsible for organ trafficking, that is, the Palestinians organs! And a Swedish tabloid named Aftonbladet published such grim accusation. The problem: Swedish government does not want to apologize to Israeli government for such libel. Links to some sites were given by the person who posted the thread.
Well, to be honest, it could be true, even without proper evidence. Organ trafficking is truly rampant. Even in the Philippines, some people do sell their organs in exchange of money. Now, the problem with this Israeli-Palestinian organ row is that the Israeli army is being accused of doing the trafficking by taking away the organs of suspects of terrorism? Geez... you know what, when you read my blog, don't read news-like info like this - they are simply rumors. And since I'm spreading the rumor, naturally the already twisted rumor gets more twisted as there is no evidence.
Wow... geez...
What to write? Yesterday, was full of energy to write, but was not online... Now I am online, I don't feel like writing... so why am I writing? Nothing! You're reading this for nothing! If you keep on reading this, you must be looking for something to waste your time with... well, this is the best way to waste your time: by reading this :-)
The week last week, Sunday to Saturday, I got two letters. Would you believe they were love letters? How I wish. The first one is from Metrobank, who keeps on reminding me about my bank account, which I am not using. The letter said my account is now dormant, and it will be charged like I have no idea... hmm... I wonder what the consequence will be... As far as I am concerned, it has no money in it. And I can't remember the account number anymore; my bag got stolen more or less three years ago. Maybe I should contact them. What would they get from a zero balance?
The second letter is from Google Adsense Support. It has my PIN, that is, to activate the payment part of my Google Adsense. Well, to be honest, I am not concerned with Google as of now...
Then, yesterday, I bought gifts for my siblings' birthdays this September, and I bought some things for myself, as well. Not just things, but actually, they are books. Sometimes, I strongly believe there should be a law only for me: Monellian law. "Monellian law says... Monelli should be banned from any bookstore." God, I keep on buying books... buying, in the sense that I don't get to read all of them. In any case, I bought this Mexican mythology for children (quiero decir, in Spanish) and a Spanish encyclopedic dictionary. The latter is a very excellent bargain.
Reminds me, Elaine sent me a text message yesterday, asking me how I was and if I already received her email containing the PDF books of Twilight series. Up to now, I still have not replied to her, whether text or email... and reminds me of Lone, too, whom I haven't replied to for ages... Sometimes, I should be crucified for taking a long time to reply to very important friends' emails... Oh, well, to make up for it, maybe I will invite Elaine to this silent film on Thursday... even though I know location is a priority for her (If near, yes. If far, no.) ...And, God... what day is it today? Lone's birthday is coming up, I feel terrible... Ok, I will reply to her soonest.
And the gifts for my siblings? I was planning to buy books for them, but I ended up buying books for myself. Since I could not decide properly, I decided to buy DVDs for them... Titanic (which we already watched for countless of times... so why I bought it? To watch it again har har :-p ) and High School Musical (how I came up with this decision? One minute of thinking without my brain) for my second sister (my eldest sister appreciated The Princess' Diaries and Zac Efron in Hairspray - maybe High School Musical would be ok). For my brother, a set of DVDs about Tutankhamen, Egypt, tombs... Except High School Musical, I sincerely hope I did not make any bad decision.
And I would like to thank my right hand, who insisted on feeding me tempura using chopsticks instead of spoon and fork, that is after the whole, tiring shopping. After the meal, my little finger was nearly comatose.
Now, I was supposed to process my passport today. First step is to obtain this birth certificate. But my mother said, impossible to apply if I processed it in the afternoon - the line is usually long. I got up around 8 o'clock in the morning today, by the way. Ok, let's see if I could do it next week or this week.
The week last week, Sunday to Saturday, I got two letters. Would you believe they were love letters? How I wish. The first one is from Metrobank, who keeps on reminding me about my bank account, which I am not using. The letter said my account is now dormant, and it will be charged like I have no idea... hmm... I wonder what the consequence will be... As far as I am concerned, it has no money in it. And I can't remember the account number anymore; my bag got stolen more or less three years ago. Maybe I should contact them. What would they get from a zero balance?
The second letter is from Google Adsense Support. It has my PIN, that is, to activate the payment part of my Google Adsense. Well, to be honest, I am not concerned with Google as of now...
Then, yesterday, I bought gifts for my siblings' birthdays this September, and I bought some things for myself, as well. Not just things, but actually, they are books. Sometimes, I strongly believe there should be a law only for me: Monellian law. "Monellian law says... Monelli should be banned from any bookstore." God, I keep on buying books... buying, in the sense that I don't get to read all of them. In any case, I bought this Mexican mythology for children (quiero decir, in Spanish) and a Spanish encyclopedic dictionary. The latter is a very excellent bargain.
Reminds me, Elaine sent me a text message yesterday, asking me how I was and if I already received her email containing the PDF books of Twilight series. Up to now, I still have not replied to her, whether text or email... and reminds me of Lone, too, whom I haven't replied to for ages... Sometimes, I should be crucified for taking a long time to reply to very important friends' emails... Oh, well, to make up for it, maybe I will invite Elaine to this silent film on Thursday... even though I know location is a priority for her (If near, yes. If far, no.) ...And, God... what day is it today? Lone's birthday is coming up, I feel terrible... Ok, I will reply to her soonest.
And the gifts for my siblings? I was planning to buy books for them, but I ended up buying books for myself. Since I could not decide properly, I decided to buy DVDs for them... Titanic (which we already watched for countless of times... so why I bought it? To watch it again har har :-p ) and High School Musical (how I came up with this decision? One minute of thinking without my brain) for my second sister (my eldest sister appreciated The Princess' Diaries and Zac Efron in Hairspray - maybe High School Musical would be ok). For my brother, a set of DVDs about Tutankhamen, Egypt, tombs... Except High School Musical, I sincerely hope I did not make any bad decision.
And I would like to thank my right hand, who insisted on feeding me tempura using chopsticks instead of spoon and fork, that is after the whole, tiring shopping. After the meal, my little finger was nearly comatose.
Now, I was supposed to process my passport today. First step is to obtain this birth certificate. But my mother said, impossible to apply if I processed it in the afternoon - the line is usually long. I got up around 8 o'clock in the morning today, by the way. Ok, let's see if I could do it next week or this week.
Friday, August 21, 2009
Finally!
New account created! And this time under a new name, can't be searched, can't be easily found :-) Let's say I'm avoiding one person in my life, who once admitted to me that he knew everything about me because of Internet. That is, searching me, reading what I wrote here and there... and the fact that he knew my my blog sites is something I could not stand. I could not stand the thought that he is reading my thoughts. I don't discriminate anyone who wants to know me (my Facebook profile is open to all my friends. They can know my favorite movies, etc.), but since this person and I are not friends anymore, I don't want him to know what I have been up to, et cetera.
So I am transferring what I wrote in Facebook here, sort of how... one by one? God, a bit sleepy to do that. And a bit sleepy, feel like bumbling words... But for the first posting of blog :-) , I'm pushing the button "PUBLISH POST" :-) Wait... posting here what I posted in Facebook... God, sleepy...
Now what is this blog for? For my ramblings... thoughts... sleepy... Ok, transferring here what I wrote? Not typing correctly now I guess... Ok too many... Type !!!!
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"A long day yesterday... Blah blah... "
time is around noon yesterday, August 21
After so much qualms, after doing it on Blogspot for a long time... and a bit paranoid that I might be found in Google (I used to like searching myself in search engines... but last month, everything changed... goosebumps!)... And because I consider Facebook my last fortress of online privacy... this is where I will scatter my thoughts, two cents, yup yup... hmm hmm... I'm considering Friendster, as I have some friends there who are not my friends here...
Fellow Filipinos, please forgive me in case I have a lot of wrong grammar here... I know how perfectionists we are (except me). And for others who might get surprised in case they see some trashy notes with low-level of English language in their Home Pages - the culprit is me.
Who am I? Duh... just look at my profile. I won't explain more.
So, yesterday was a long day. How long? Around 12 hours... Especially on the road... The traffic from Muntinlupa going to Makati was truly terrible :-S (Won't blame Arroyo, won't blame Arroyo...) I kept on cursing SLEX-Skyway project, whatever that is, and it was because I thought I would be late for my Tagalog lesson. I already left early... but, wow, what used to be one hour of travel to Makati became two hours. I once thought I wanted to work in Makati, but now no. In any case, I was not late for my lesson.
After lesson, I left my student's residence, and walked... and walked... Now along the Ayala Avenue, there was a "graffiti wall" set up by Ninoy-Cory teams (gosh, don't know the names of these orgs). I was only looking at it, when a pen magically appeared in front of me (couldn't say, shoved up my nose). It was given by this woman, who I believe could not leave the place unless she entrusted the pen to someone else. So I had the pen, wondering what to write. I even asked the people managing the "wall" for instructions har har... So I wrote... well, I won't divulge here what I wrote... it is just between me, Cory and Ninoy :-) (feeling close ha ha...)
They gave me some invitation to attend a Prayer Rally (which I have no plans to attend... I'm not an activist, and staying under the heat of the sun is not for me... unless it's for love ha ha! Ok, I also won't do it even if it's for love) and a yellow ribbon (which mysteriously disappeared while I was eating in Jollibee in Ayala MRT Station. I was hoping to save it as souvenir - but I'm very sure the crew who took away my tray took it also... and threw it... :-( ).
And now, the way and time to watch this silent film in Shangri-La. Days ago, I invited my second sister (who said she could not come) and my brother (who said he would have a tennis/badminton match with officemates - King, kung nababasa mo ito, makonsensiya ka sana :-p ). I wanted to invite my mother, but I thought she might have work the next day, my other sister did have work so did not invite her - and definitely not my father (who usually sleeps inside of movie theater, missing the whole movie). I could not invite Elaine, my movie-buddy, because locations far from Las Pinas is a no. I was planning to invite friends... but thought this could be something they might not be interested in. I invited 3 people (who are totally strangers to me - ha ha, you should be careful with me) from another social networking site, who all said they could not make it, but if I would invite them in a Saturday event, they would gladly attend... right... So, after thinking deeply... I decided to watch it alone.
The main transportation to Shangri-La was MRT. God, what an experience. Sure, I have ridden MRT for many times, but only at different times... and that is the first time I rode it at 6:30pm, and it was like being purged from hell. I was thinking of getting a taxi or a bus, but I decided against it. I was in the front row of the multitude of people waiting, and with one small push, my skeleton would definitely meet any oncoming train.
The silent movie that I watched... was not silent at all. The Cursed Village (Spanish: La Aldea Maldita) is a very good movie... but this jazz rock band spoiled it. Every time they played, I would silently groan, "Not again!" But, geez, for the sake of the art. In any case, the reason why I did not like the jazz rock band was because I was reading and concentrating on the Spanish words appearing on the screen... Ok, I cheated sometimes by looking at English subtitles. Still, the jazz rock band was annoying! In any case, people who attended were, cough, intellectual-looking type of people - so I also tried my best to maintain that intellectual-type of look, even though thoughts like "When will this end? That Johnny Alegre jazz band is playing too loud." kept entering my mind. In any case, it had been a good night :-)
The film has some Filipino ingredients: poor family, father goes to jail because of a crime, mother goes to city to find a job, and the job she finds is disgraceful, child is left to be taken care of by father. But in Filipino movies, there are sampalan (slapping face) to the max; in this movie, when husband finds wife, he simply drags her out of the bar.
The next and last silent film will be shown next Thursday. Though I'm not interested that much, as it's in French, I can't help myself to think about the freebies I might get har har :-p
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"Blur... blur... blur..."
Time is just awhile ago I guess
Reading emails... Have to answer emails... And now still wondering if I should watch the last silent film on Thursday (which is in French. I don't hate French films, it's just that I believe I would enjoy this immensely if I could read in French)... I am planning to invite my 2nd sister again. Apparently, she is the movie buff of the family, but most of the time she watches movies with a DVD player. Though I tried to invite her for the yesterday's film, she asked, "Bakit ang layo?" ("Why is it far?") She said she would come if I paid the transportation fare... something I did not do har har... Ok, I'm not a good sister, but I'm not a bad sister, too. Ok, I'll think about this... especially the freebies...
Now, news said Mar Roxas-Noynoy Aquino tandem might be possible next year... :-S Mar Roxas... I don't like him. He really looks like a politician... I mean, your typical politician. Now he has this commercial looking very concerned while talking to a group of poor Filipinos. I wonder if he is like that in real life... But then, Korina Sanchez is his girlfriend, so he must be real. Still, can not forget the Mr. Palengke tactic.
And Manny Villar... he copied the laban sign of Cory Aquino, and turned it to "V". Other politicians must be able to come up with their own signs, too. (Note: watch Maskman. Pinakamadali ang kay Red Mask.)
Hmm... 12:30am... And I am supposed to write back to a couple of emails... but feeling lazy... Hmm... but ok, gathering forces (ha ha... I mean, energy)... Hmm...
Awhile ago, I saw Ate Jane watching this Gerald-Kim-Jake love story, which is not a love story anymore. People use guns for revenge. The same with Kambal sa Uma? (starring... ok, forgot the names of the celebrities) and Bud Brothers? (John Pratts, etc.); they (the bad guys) use guns and threats to resolve their problems. People who produce these shows must be thinking the best way to end all of these are to kill the characters. And what else? Oh, the rich people in these soap operas don't have morals (Note: Supposedly in real life, most rich people are kind, work hard and donate their money to charities and NGOs).
Now, if I were President (as if I'm campaigning :-p ), I would set up an agency that would ban the ridiculous stories of these soap operas. If the story of your soap opera were about love and love triangle, you would stick to that. If it went overboard, there would be fine.
So I am transferring what I wrote in Facebook here, sort of how... one by one? God, a bit sleepy to do that. And a bit sleepy, feel like bumbling words... But for the first posting of blog :-) , I'm pushing the button "PUBLISH POST" :-) Wait... posting here what I posted in Facebook... God, sleepy...
Now what is this blog for? For my ramblings... thoughts... sleepy... Ok, transferring here what I wrote? Not typing correctly now I guess... Ok too many... Type !!!!
======
"A long day yesterday... Blah blah... "
time is around noon yesterday, August 21
After so much qualms, after doing it on Blogspot for a long time... and a bit paranoid that I might be found in Google (I used to like searching myself in search engines... but last month, everything changed... goosebumps!)... And because I consider Facebook my last fortress of online privacy... this is where I will scatter my thoughts, two cents, yup yup... hmm hmm... I'm considering Friendster, as I have some friends there who are not my friends here...
Fellow Filipinos, please forgive me in case I have a lot of wrong grammar here... I know how perfectionists we are (except me). And for others who might get surprised in case they see some trashy notes with low-level of English language in their Home Pages - the culprit is me.
Who am I? Duh... just look at my profile. I won't explain more.
So, yesterday was a long day. How long? Around 12 hours... Especially on the road... The traffic from Muntinlupa going to Makati was truly terrible :-S (Won't blame Arroyo, won't blame Arroyo...) I kept on cursing SLEX-Skyway project, whatever that is, and it was because I thought I would be late for my Tagalog lesson. I already left early... but, wow, what used to be one hour of travel to Makati became two hours. I once thought I wanted to work in Makati, but now no. In any case, I was not late for my lesson.
After lesson, I left my student's residence, and walked... and walked... Now along the Ayala Avenue, there was a "graffiti wall" set up by Ninoy-Cory teams (gosh, don't know the names of these orgs). I was only looking at it, when a pen magically appeared in front of me (couldn't say, shoved up my nose). It was given by this woman, who I believe could not leave the place unless she entrusted the pen to someone else. So I had the pen, wondering what to write. I even asked the people managing the "wall" for instructions har har... So I wrote... well, I won't divulge here what I wrote... it is just between me, Cory and Ninoy :-) (feeling close ha ha...)
They gave me some invitation to attend a Prayer Rally (which I have no plans to attend... I'm not an activist, and staying under the heat of the sun is not for me... unless it's for love ha ha! Ok, I also won't do it even if it's for love) and a yellow ribbon (which mysteriously disappeared while I was eating in Jollibee in Ayala MRT Station. I was hoping to save it as souvenir - but I'm very sure the crew who took away my tray took it also... and threw it... :-( ).
And now, the way and time to watch this silent film in Shangri-La. Days ago, I invited my second sister (who said she could not come) and my brother (who said he would have a tennis/badminton match with officemates - King, kung nababasa mo ito, makonsensiya ka sana :-p ). I wanted to invite my mother, but I thought she might have work the next day, my other sister did have work so did not invite her - and definitely not my father (who usually sleeps inside of movie theater, missing the whole movie). I could not invite Elaine, my movie-buddy, because locations far from Las Pinas is a no. I was planning to invite friends... but thought this could be something they might not be interested in. I invited 3 people (who are totally strangers to me - ha ha, you should be careful with me) from another social networking site, who all said they could not make it, but if I would invite them in a Saturday event, they would gladly attend... right... So, after thinking deeply... I decided to watch it alone.
The main transportation to Shangri-La was MRT. God, what an experience. Sure, I have ridden MRT for many times, but only at different times... and that is the first time I rode it at 6:30pm, and it was like being purged from hell. I was thinking of getting a taxi or a bus, but I decided against it. I was in the front row of the multitude of people waiting, and with one small push, my skeleton would definitely meet any oncoming train.
The silent movie that I watched... was not silent at all. The Cursed Village (Spanish: La Aldea Maldita) is a very good movie... but this jazz rock band spoiled it. Every time they played, I would silently groan, "Not again!" But, geez, for the sake of the art. In any case, the reason why I did not like the jazz rock band was because I was reading and concentrating on the Spanish words appearing on the screen... Ok, I cheated sometimes by looking at English subtitles. Still, the jazz rock band was annoying! In any case, people who attended were, cough, intellectual-looking type of people - so I also tried my best to maintain that intellectual-type of look, even though thoughts like "When will this end? That Johnny Alegre jazz band is playing too loud." kept entering my mind. In any case, it had been a good night :-)
The film has some Filipino ingredients: poor family, father goes to jail because of a crime, mother goes to city to find a job, and the job she finds is disgraceful, child is left to be taken care of by father. But in Filipino movies, there are sampalan (slapping face) to the max; in this movie, when husband finds wife, he simply drags her out of the bar.
The next and last silent film will be shown next Thursday. Though I'm not interested that much, as it's in French, I can't help myself to think about the freebies I might get har har :-p
=====
"Blur... blur... blur..."
Time is just awhile ago I guess
Reading emails... Have to answer emails... And now still wondering if I should watch the last silent film on Thursday (which is in French. I don't hate French films, it's just that I believe I would enjoy this immensely if I could read in French)... I am planning to invite my 2nd sister again. Apparently, she is the movie buff of the family, but most of the time she watches movies with a DVD player. Though I tried to invite her for the yesterday's film, she asked, "Bakit ang layo?" ("Why is it far?") She said she would come if I paid the transportation fare... something I did not do har har... Ok, I'm not a good sister, but I'm not a bad sister, too. Ok, I'll think about this... especially the freebies...
Now, news said Mar Roxas-Noynoy Aquino tandem might be possible next year... :-S Mar Roxas... I don't like him. He really looks like a politician... I mean, your typical politician. Now he has this commercial looking very concerned while talking to a group of poor Filipinos. I wonder if he is like that in real life... But then, Korina Sanchez is his girlfriend, so he must be real. Still, can not forget the Mr. Palengke tactic.
And Manny Villar... he copied the laban sign of Cory Aquino, and turned it to "V". Other politicians must be able to come up with their own signs, too. (Note: watch Maskman. Pinakamadali ang kay Red Mask.)
Hmm... 12:30am... And I am supposed to write back to a couple of emails... but feeling lazy... Hmm... but ok, gathering forces (ha ha... I mean, energy)... Hmm...
Awhile ago, I saw Ate Jane watching this Gerald-Kim-Jake love story, which is not a love story anymore. People use guns for revenge. The same with Kambal sa Uma? (starring... ok, forgot the names of the celebrities) and Bud Brothers? (John Pratts, etc.); they (the bad guys) use guns and threats to resolve their problems. People who produce these shows must be thinking the best way to end all of these are to kill the characters. And what else? Oh, the rich people in these soap operas don't have morals (Note: Supposedly in real life, most rich people are kind, work hard and donate their money to charities and NGOs).
Now, if I were President (as if I'm campaigning :-p ), I would set up an agency that would ban the ridiculous stories of these soap operas. If the story of your soap opera were about love and love triangle, you would stick to that. If it went overboard, there would be fine.
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