Saturday, February 10, 2007


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Tuesday, June 27, 2006

Au revoir, Arivadeci, Goodbye, Paalam...

Hold your horses! I'm just moving in with my husband in wordpress. That's the closest we could get to living together...for now. Naks! So, you still get the same mindless and mindful, senseless and sensible, not-so-funny and hilarious entries about my adventures and misadventures. I just wanted to be closer to the love of my life. (giggles) So, please update your links:

I love you all! Thank you for being my home for the past two years. (holds back tears)'s time to move on... (walks away, fade out to black screen)

Sunday, June 25, 2006

Jack in the INBOX

Hello, my friends! Been a long time. (For the record, I did not die from fart-thrax as how it was played up in the tabloids. I hate being in the limelight. Ugh!) Super busy at work. The heat is on, as they say. Anyway, would you believe that at the last minute, I decided to ditch the idea of serving a smorgasbord of dishes buffet style to all of you even when I was half way through making it (was inspired by the Friday Feasts, etc)? Yes. I'm just gonna serve it some other time. But what I decided to do, is come up with a meme entry to celebrate my return. (trivia: did you know that I only got to know what "meme" meant yesterday through jher? Ugh, i'm so stupid)


Gonna give you three, all from my babe of course. :-)

12:19 a.m., May 6, 2005

Nite my love. I want u 2 know dat i fell inlove w u not only becoz i found u very attractive but also becoz u wowed me with ur intelligence. So dont u think less of urself. Ur my idol, dats y i strive 2 b better in wat i do becoz i want u 2 b proud of me, just as i am very proud of u. I love u very much. I already miss u...

11:32 p.m., April 20, 2005

Ako lang weird. U make me normal. :-)

7:24 p.m., March 13, 2005

Mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal kita!

Share yours, my dears! Missed y'all! Mwah!

Thursday, June 08, 2006

FX Horror Stories

I sometimes take the FX/Van/L200 on your way to work. For someone who lives in Laguna and decides to brave the traffic and the long travel, the FX terminal somehow becomes a best friend of sorts—the bullet train of the working class and the redemption of those bound by a fixed early time-in and are late-risers. But there are stories of FX horrors and urban legends lurking out there that are often times true. I’m not talking about things like:

  • a mugger opening the doors during traffic and snatching cellphones, jewelry, or bags
  • girls (and guys as well…the cute ones at least) being harassed especially in the dreaded 3-seater middle where 4 people (regardless of size and width) are forced, jammed, and packed like sardines, giving elbow room for deliberate and unintended brushing against boobs, knees, and the like. Though there are urban legends out there about consummated hand jobs while in transit. Ugh. Such talented people.
  • Or haunted FX ala Stephen King’s “Christine”

No, no, no. This is nothing compared to my experience. (cue haunting, eerie musical score) It’s so horrifying that I cannot even muster the strength to talk about it. The blood, the gore, the smell of………


Uuuuggghhhh! Eeeeeeeewww! Yesterday, on my way to the office, I boarded a van—the one that has seats facing each other where if you get to sit on the one by the sliding door you feel like you are going backwards? How disorienting…but has its advantages especially if there are cuties with you. It’s like having a front row seat (pun, pun, pun) to PBB teen edition. (giggles) Anyway, I got that seat, driver side at least since I got to avoid the sun. Beside the driver: a very old man and a girl who looks like a student. Finally, we’re on our way. In the middle of our journey comes the smell of fart which I am very sure came from the front seat! The worst smell of fart, dude! Talk about a record-breaker. Dang! Considering I only had oatmeal and coffee that morning, I felt I was gonna puke. Now I know what it feels like to be in the gas chamber (no to capital punishment!). In perfect synchrony, all passengers within reach of the windows opened them. (cars crash behind us because of the deadly farthrax) When the fartometer read zero level of farthrax, windows closed, peace restored. All of a sudden…INCOMIIIING! FIRE IN THE HOLE! Kablaaaam! Another one! And it was even worse than the first one. That must have left a friggin’ mark! Well, same drill.

At the end of our journey, we had a taste of a total of 4 fart bombs. We had no casualties but there were major puking and dizziness.

(cue cheesy musical score, Jerome kneels, looks up to God and angrily screams while shaking clenched fists) whhhyyyyyyyyyyyy God??????? (sobs) whhyyyyyy???

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Monday, June 05, 2006

Bridget Jones - Master of the Universe, Master in Government Management

This is Bridget Jones, student under Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila's Graduate School of Management via the Master in Government Management (MGM) program. Why government management? Well...

  • In our unit (Training and Consulting), our experience is more of public health. Me, my technical expertise is on reproductive health or RH (specifically family planning, maternal and child health, STI/HIV-AIDS, adolescent RH) and tuberculosis using DOTS as a strategy, primarily focused on capability building of program implementers and program installation both for the private and the PUBLIC sector. Hence, MGM. But why not masters in public health (MPH)? Well...
  • In our unit, my immediate superior has an MPH under his belt. My other co-Program Officers have MA's in development communication, development management, research and evaluation. There is NO person specializing in LGU governance. Hence, MGM. So what di ba? Well...
  • Foreign funded projects will come in this year and next year to deal with policy on reform, strengthening local governance, and strengthening public health management at the local level. Health is under the governance of local government unit brought about by devolution (decentralization). More projects plus a dearth of people with technical expertise on public health AND local governance...equals more opportunity for Bridget Jones! As the projects come in and I get to finish my MGM next year (5 trimesters only!), gonna take my MPH. Talk about cornering the market ei? Bring out the benjies! Cha-ching! Fashizzle, mah nizzle! (chos!)

O, di ba? I am so excited to go back to school! (skips and hops) I need to buy masters students' "must-haves". (giggles in excitement)

Thursday, June 01, 2006

Bridget Jones Goes Back to School

I'm taking the exams at Pamantasan ng Lungsod ng Maynila (University of the City of Manila) this Saturday! I'm so excited to go back to school. Wish me luck! Happy weekend everyone!

Hugs and kisses to everyone...

Sunday, May 28, 2006

Men are.... (pause) Women are... (another pause)

First time I watched TROY yesterday and I was glued! (adamantly) No, not because of Brad Pitt's god-like body and ass that's smooth as a baby. I am not like that, you freakos! (pauses as everyone glares at me while crickets chirp) sige na nga...slight lang. Hmph. Anyway, I was so fascinated with the story line. What prevented me from watching it before was I listened to these people saying, "oh god. it was just about a war erupted because of Helen who wasnt even THAT beautiful". But watching it made me slap myself (oooww) for not being able to watch it on the big screen. It was fascinating to watch love, honor, courage unfold and unravel.

Although, what fascinated me more was the thought of...well, in the words of Odysseus, "women have a way complicating things." (maybe that's why I'm now batting for the other team? Hehehe!) I've been thinking about this pattern ever since Eve took that apple and poor Adam getting into trouble. Whoever coined the phrase, "behind every man's success is a woman" should be kicked in the nuts (or if it was a woman who said that, let's kick her in the...uuhh *scratches head*). Well, let's see the following examples, shall we?

Samson's doom was because of Delilah who cut his long, soft, beautiful ...more like tthhhhirty something hair

Ferdinand Marcos' downfall was due to his power hungry, Paris Hilton-esque shopaholic wife...oh I'm sorry, she did it for beauty nga pala daw and she wants all Filipinos to appreciate beauty...sorry po, madam!

Superman gave up his superpowers for his love over the beautiful, then-still-sane Lois Lane (whoa, it rhymed) which put the earth in great peril in the hands of the evil Zarcon and the guy with huge jaws and Liza Minnelli

Spiderman threw his spidey costume in an alley one dark, rainy night just to be with his woman and the world was in chaos in the hands of Dr. Octopus.

NOW, who said women are the weaker sex??? What does this tell us, men? But before we go into that, let's visit what Achilles (whose downfall was caused by him falling in love with the enemy's cousin, Briseis) told Briseis, "You changed me. You brought me peace."

So, depending on your take on all of this, you complete the title...

MEN are....
WOMEN are...

If you can add to the examples, please do.