Monthly Archive for September, 2004

Wish Ko sa Gabi

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on September 25, 2004
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The Bride Study by Ray Caesar

I’m pretty sure everyone has had sexy dreams. You know the ones. You’re making out with a sexy actor / actress, or your cute officemate or (heheh) client.

Jo and I were talking about this earlier today and we were laughing about it because I was teasing him about a dream he told me years ago. He was having fun with one of our classmates (she wasn’t bad as all and in fact is now happily married with children). Jo was so freaked out by the dream he couldn’t not tell me about it. I was half yukked-out and half-amused, especially as the girl was a tiny person who couldn’t hit 5-feet in stilettos and Jo is 6-feet plus. You know how weird it gets when you suddenly imagine how your 60-year old journalism teacher would look like in the shower? Basta, weird.

So it turns out his latest dream was happy as it had Angelina Jolie in it. Jo said that in his dream he was so happy and kept asking Angelina “Why me?” “Why me?” Heeh, men.

The last sexy dream I had was about 2 years ago and it starred a semi-bald pot-bellied dark short engineer I was working with on a project. I woke up in a sweat and just wanted to forget everything - especially the fact that in my dream I was so happy to be with the engineer.

Malas ko talaga.

So Bizarre

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on September 24, 2004
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It looks like we will be changing our ceremony venue.

Jo’s mom called me today to tell me that the INC Cubao locale is undergoing renovations. It’s pretty major work, with replacement of the windows and refinishing of the choir loft ongoing, and repair and repainting of the ceiling and replacement of the flooring next. There isn’t a target date for completion, and although work at our churches goes pretty fast because they want to minimize disruption to services - being in the construction industry I know that it will be too much of a risk to expect everything to go without hitches and be complete by February 2005.

We still haven’t finalized our invitations as Jo doesn’t have his 2 groomsmen yet. One of them is not sure if he will be in Manila for the wedding so we need to wait 2 weeks for him to confirm.

There’s a big reshuffle at the office (I prefer to think of it as evolution - survival of the fittest heh heh) the workloads are heavy and I haven’t done anything connected to the wedding since I gave Mimi our DP.

And today I was talking to Jo about his worries about going home for the wedding. A lawyer he consulted advised him to stay in the US until his greencard application gets approved (which will probably be at least 3 years from now.) When Jo said he needed to go home next year to get married, the lawyer said “Boy, she better be worth it“.

So now I am thinking of visiting him and getting married while I am there…only….I can’t find my passport. I probably need to apply for a new one and prepare all the supporting papers (affidavit of loss, police report - what will it say? that I am a messy bum who can’t even keep important documents heheh) If we get married there, we’ll cancel the wedding here.

How do I feel about this? DEDMA.

Strangely,I am not worried.

Ebichu!

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on September 20, 2004
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Joey says that episodes 17 to 20 of Ebichu the Housekeeping Hamster are now available through bittorrent.

You’ve got to watch this series. It is hilarious :P

Warning: This is not for kids. Unless you want your kids exposed to nudity and sex-games, that is.

The Anti-Kanai

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on September 19, 2004
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The Bride by Ray Caesar

It’s been a totally inactive week with regard wedding preps but it’s been crazy busy at the office.

It pains me to think that I will be leaving the hectic, stress-filled, cat-overrun office I love once Jo and I are married. Somehow I don’t think it will be easy for me to segue to life as an H4-visa holder.*

I had never imagined that I would be so attached with my work as a Project Manager. You could look at it as a difficult job - contracts to read and write, so much problems to resolve; most things not going as planned, no matter how tight you think your plan is; someone always dropping the ball; and whenever something bad happens or whenever a mistake is made, getting to clean up the shit and facing the music (if you could call the ranting of a pissed client music).

But I love it - I love solving problems, balancing costs, arranging schedules, directing the work.

And nothing makes me feel better than wrapping up a project and seeing the final work complete (especially if the design hasn’t been altered by client input heheh) and having a satisfied client.

Roberta says its because I’m an OC control freak, and I guess thats a bit true.

I will be moving to San Francisco after we’re married and I have to admit I am afraid of having to start building my career from scratch. Although project management involves translatable skills like lateral thinking, good communication, etc. etc. - a large factor in being a competent project manager is knowledge of prices, suppliers and contractors, building codes, and the like. And thanks to our educational system, my architectural degree and license gets downgraded to draftsman level. Ugh.

I’ll probably end up starting from scratch in an entry level job, and to be frank I am a mediocre designer and a so-so CAD operator. So if I get a position as assistant project manager I will be jumping up and down so hard that what Joel calls his 2-storey shack of an apartment will probably collapse.

Ahhhh Joey, this is how much I love you.

* dependent of someone on an H1B - US Work Visa

Hmm is there a pattern here?

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on September 14, 2004
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What Classic Movie Are You?
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Eh this was a surprise

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on September 14, 2004
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What Famous Leader Are You?
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To satyrs and nymphos everywhere

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on September 14, 2004
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Use this to cure yourselves.

The things you don’t forget

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on September 13, 2004
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I went to a very small Catholic school with an average of about 80 students per year.

It’s been 13 years since I graduated and for the life of me I cannot remember most of my classmates names.

But there are some things you never forget about people.

M - in early grade school M took a crap in her pants during class. Everyone freaked out at the stench and the teacher had to gingerly lead her out of the classroom and help her clean up. From that day on her lunchbox contained (1) her thermos with juice, (2) her sandwich in a colored plastic sandwich bag - where have these bags gone btw?, and (3) a sandwich bag with a pair of underpants, for emergencies

K - in late grade school I was bored with class and was looking around the room in search of something to occupy me. To my horror I saw K with her finger in her nose. I watched in awe as she pulled her finger out, rolled the goo around in her hands, and stuck the motherlode in her mouth. Up till highschool I called her the boogermaster.

MB - we used to have a lot of races in PE, and the frog-jump race was a popular game. M was chubby and one time during the frog jump, she lost her balance, fell backwards, used her arms to break the fall, and broke them both (yes, both her arms). She went to school with casts on both forearms looking a bit like the Mummy. She even needed one of our classmates to write down answers for her during exams.

S - S was a lot older than me, I believe she was in late highschool when i was in middle grade school. During the height of the Madonna / Borderline craze, S decided to get a perm just like Madonna’s. She burnt half of one side of her face (dunno how). Luckily, Madonna also wore these large off-center bows on her head, so S had one just like her idol’s - except the bow covered one cheek as well.

G - G is actually one of my good friends. She was once copying from me during a logic exam. The teacher saw her glancing around and asked her

Teacher: G! What are you doing????
G: Ummm, cheating.

M - Famously fainted from dieting for the prom and had a head that smelled like kalamansi. B and I used to play a game where we would surreptitiously sniff M’s head and see who could bear it the longest.

S - had the dirtiest fingernails ever. During 6th grade lab the students would fight over her fingers to get dirt for our microscope slides.

R - a real snitch, this is a conversation we had in 3rd grade.

Mai: (doing something she’s not supposed to do)
R: Hey!!! You’re not supposed to do that!
Mai: So??? What are you going to do about it?
R: I’ll tell on you!
Mai: Do it, you BITCH!!!!
R: Teacherrrrrrrrr!
Teacher: Yes R. What is it?
Mai: (trying to look innocent)
R: She called me a BITCH!!!!
Teacher: Mai!!! What did you say???!!!
Mai: Ahhh, Witch. I said I was a witch…ehe…heh…heh…

Ms. D. - our religion teacher who became our class adviser during our first year of high school. Being in an all-girl school, we used to amuse ourselves with kiddie things like saying dirty words over and over, with someone saying a word, and the rest of the class sniggering / giggling / howling with laughter. Ms. D caught a bunch of us sitting on the floor after class and laughing to dirty words instead of cleaning the classroom. We didn’t hear her telling us to start cleaning as we were too busy with “DYOGA!” “Hahahahahaha!!!” “P__P__!” “Hahahahahahah!!” S_S_!” Haaaahaaaahaaa!” until Ms. D, our religion teacher I repeat, screamed out “Putangina ninyong lahat*!!!!” and stared at us enraged. We were shocked silent for a while, until a classmate of mine goes “T_T_!” “Hahahahahahaha!!!!!” She resigned the next day.

* “You children of whores!!!” but really, the vitriol is lost in translation.

M - she was about 180lbs when we were in early high school. I was sitting indian-style with my hands spread on the floor. She was carrying her chair so she could sit in front and listen better to the teacher. She placed the chair with one leg on my hand, AND SAT ON IT!!!! I almost fucking killed her.

Ms. M - our Phys. Ed. / Health teacher who told us never to sit on the floor because germs would crawl into our underpants and into our “flowers” Her words not mine.

K - our broody classmate who had a botched (and I believe halfhearted) attempt at suicide. She tried to slash her wrists. She concealed the scars by using a pair of wristbands that earned her the nickname “Erap”.

C and L - naughty classmates who really enjoyed our 6th grade Sex Ed class because they got to ask Ms. P., our Science teacher, the strangest questions. Like:

  • Ms P. Is it ok to have sex then if you are careful not to get pregnant? You could just do it in the butt diba?
  • Ms P. is it ok to wear stockings and a pantiliner instead of panties?
  • Ms. P. should everyone do it during their period so they dont get pregnant?
  • Ms. P. Is it a sin to eat sperm?

Lost Mind

Published
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on September 13, 2004
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I used to be such a genius in high school. I never studied. Never. And I got really high grades. There was this magic I felt everytime I had a physics or math problem to solve, a math problem to unravel. I never understood what others found so difficult about math and physics. Everything looked so clear to me.

I used to look at the problems, copy the equation on my paper, and see the answers. Like they were there for me to pick out and write down.

I never even wanted to be an honor student. I never needed affirmation that I was smart. I just knew it. Confident ass, you say? I really was.

And I lost it. In the summer of my first year of college.

A lot would have to do with breaking up with Jo at that time and feeling so rotten that I couldn’t even make myself go to class. Calculus was a whole new ballgame. I skipped classes for most of the semester and barely made all my exams (I think I missed 2 of the 6). This was so new…looking at the questionnaire and seeing nothing that made sense. I would completely blank out, and only make points by giving a joke for the bonus. And then I lost my confidence, and everything math went downhill from there.

So I flunked it, and took it again, and flunked it again, and took it again, ad nauseaum. By the time I had passed my math subjects I had racked up 100 units for what should have been a total of 10 units. By this time I had no traces of my former confidence in Math. I was a sweaty palmed, thumping-hearted, panting shadow of my old smarty-ass self.

So does this story have a happy ending? Did I bounce back as a confident, but more mature and pragmatic person?

Thankfully yes, but not before I groveled at the altar of physics.

Finding a Klepto Friend

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on September 13, 2004
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The whole Friendster craze must have passed me by (probably because I don’t have much friends, and the friends I have know better than to invite me to a social event, albeit on the net).

Erik’s a member though, and there are times when I rifle through her friends list and end up further and further in search of people we know or something to snark about.

My favorite Friendster character is this person who was a classmate in Poveda. She was kicked out for being a “klepto” or stealing things. Jewelry, money, and the then-ubiquitous Treton sneakers were the loot of choice.

It was a pretty horrible experience for us as the faculty had falsely accused some people of the crimes, and gone so far as to inform them not to kill themselves because “there is no escape from what you’ve done”. This group of friends were also instructed to go separate ways and not hang out together. Of course, once Ms. K (as I will call the thief) was caught, the teachers who did the accusing uttered nary a peep to the accused thieves. If I were one of these girls I would have thrown a mighty stink, but I guess people act differently, and to this day I still harbor a grudge against the teachers for being so unfair.

This group of girls became really good friends of mine. They were nice, and sweet, and intelligent. And I cannot imagine the stress they went through for things they didn’t do.

Segue to a few weeks ago. I was looking through the Friendster network and I see Ms. K. Whoo! She even mentions that she went to Poveda. Now if I were her I would skip that part of my academic history, as the usual conversation about her would most likely be “Oy, remember S___?” “Ah…the KLEPTO…” But hey, she must be really proud of the school.

Anyway, it was a kick to read her profile. She lists herself as a fashionista, her interests are Cartier, Gucci, Ferragamo, Prada, Bvlgari (yes, with a “v”, like the Romvlvs along EDSA). She says she is a member of the Globe Platinum club, etc. etc.

She also had some photos of her (abroad I am guessing), and beside a low-slung Italian sportscar, a Diablo I think.

Yarrr. How pretentious. For some reason I couldn’t stop nitpicking.

Why do people boast about their interest in name brands while wearing a poly-blend tight blouse that looks so cheap that it would probably self-combust if it came within a foot of my lit ciggie?

Why do people proclaim themselves “fashionistas”?

Why would you say you are a member of the Globe Platinum club? FFS it isn’t even really a club, it’s just a group of people who have high-phone bills, who get rewarded accordingly by the phone company.

Why o why, is it that if she was so into her name brands, could I not recognize a single item she was wearing?

Why am I being so bitchy? What does it matter to me? Is this some unresolved piss-dom from my highschool years??? I don’t know and I don’t like it. :(