Monday, May 31, 2004
Dear Fellow Pinoys,
I hope you were all paying attention while watching "The Day After Tomorrow", for that movie laid bare the most feasible way for a third world country, such as the Philippines, to become a Superpower.
It is more than apparent that we can never compete with the Superpower Countries in terms of economy, so if we cannot beat them at their own game, let's just wipe them off the face of the planet (or at least the Northern part of the US and some European countries).
By changing the flow of the Atlantic chuvachu, the delicate line between the saline and fresh water churvaness will be disrupted and so the earth will experience a major climate change. Think tornadoes, rapidly dropping temperature, halestorms etc. However, only the Northern part of the earth will experience such catasrophe (Read: the developed countries), the southern part will continue sipping pinacoladas and island hopping in their 1701 (high tide) islands.
So the solution for world supremacy is obvious, let us just continue burning fossil fuels by the truck load and Superpowerdom will finally be within our grasps. It may seem harsh and extreme, but we have to do it for it is the only way that we can make the bagoong at par with Beluga caviar and replace Ronald McDonald with our beloved Jollibee.
Kaya natin, basta't tayo'y magsasama-sama.
Friday, May 28, 2004
While browsing through the photos folder last night, I chanced upon various Zobel pix(graduation, plays, christmas parties etc.) it was then I realized just how much my little school has grown.
When I first entered as a first grader, the canteen was at the basement of the main building (it had styrofoam celings so kids were always standing on the tables furtively etching their names or their crushes name, before some authority figure caught them). The library was at the 2nd or 3rd floor and it wasn't airconditioned yet. Now, the canteen is in a separate building altogether (which made recess quite inconvenient during the rainy season because of the longer trek via the covered walk rather than the more convenient walk via the uncovered walk). The library is now at the basement and being airconditioned, became the tambayan of some students who valiantly tried to smother their giggles or keep their chattering to a hush.
About a year after I graduated, the theater was formally inaugurated. It has an artsy fartsy sculpture in front probably to further bolster its claim as "The CCP of the South". Somehow I think my life would have been better if the theater had been in place when I was still in Zobel. If we were to go by stereotypes, I would have been a theater geek, so it would have been my place of solace where I could fine tune my art. I could have been an artist, rather than the artisan in training that I am today! Shoulda, coulda, woulda...
Of course, what would our school life be without our teachers? During my sister's graduation, I was all giddy looking around for my past teachers for a photo-op. I don't know why, but at that time, I felt like I was having a photo-op with an artista. Yes, I was that kilig to have my pic taken with them.
Ms. Delfin (or Mommy Dee or Judge Dredd, depending on her mood) has to be one of my most favorite teachers of all time. She exemplified the ideal teacher, for she was nurturing, loving and I'd always go to her whenever I needed a hug. However, her outbursts were also legendary. The first time I heard her shout "Hunghang! Linoloko mo pa ako!" in class, I was flabbergasted. After the nth time that happened, I would just try to prevent my lips from smiling while watching my unfortunate classmate try to worm his way out of her disapproving gaze and machine-gun like tirade. Of course, I was also at the receiving end of her "Halika nga dito at kukurutin ko ang singit mo!" a couple of times. Oh the good old days :) Right now, she no longer teaches, instead, she holds an administrative position because a past operation makes it difficult for her to climb stairs (and the HS is at the third floor, so you can just imagine the stair-climbing involved there).
My most memorable, unforgettable teacher would have to be Mr. Elloso. I had a run-in with him that would forever be etched in my mind. So anyway, it was one of those regular classes where we were waiting for the next teacher to arrive, I don't remember why it took so long for her to arrive but some of my classmates must have been feeling playful so two of them (Martin and DA), started kicking a box if front of the class. Some other boys joined in the fun, while the girls were chattering and laughing like banshees when suddenly in walks Mr.Elloso. He was fuming mad. He berated us for our behaviour, saying something like "Sigurado ba kayong pilot section kayo?! Pwe!!" then he walked out, even madder (if that was possible) than when he entered.
Everyone tried to be quiet while waiting for our next class, but I was facing the window and so I saw that he was at the other side of the building glaring at our class. I told Maggie (who had her back to the window) and she's like:
M: Anong ginagawa niya ngayon?
J: Nakatingin pa rin, galit na galit siya grabe.
We were trying to contain our laughter all this time, but horribly failing when suddenly...
J: Oh shit! Pabalik yata siya dito!
Everyone tried to look innocent and angelic when he stomped his way back to our class
Mr. Elloso: Ms. Sabitsana! Anong nakakatawa?!
E: Ano sabi ang pinagtatawanan niyo?!?!
J: S-sir wala ho...
E: Walang nakakatawa pero tawa ka nang tawa? Alam mo ba kung saan linalagay yung mga taong tumatawa pero wala namang nakakatawa?
J: Sir, sa mental?
Elloso exits in a huff and class breaks into laughter
Of course, it was obviously intended to be a rhetorical question and so I should have just kept my trap shut. But as you can see, from the pic, we're friends now. Actually, immediately after the incident, he waited for me outside the classroom and lectured me on politeness, decorum etc. I apologized like there was tomorrow and the good thing about Mr. Elloso is that he really doesn't keep grudges, so upon seeing that my apology was genuine and that I didn't mean to insult him with my brainless (pun intended) comment, he forgave me right there and then.
I also had the chance to play teacher when I volunteered (but with remuneration) to teach at Zobel's Adult Night High School. I taught English (Grammar and Reading Comprehension) to the 2nd year and 5th year (preparatory for college) students and it was definitely one of the most fulfilling experience of my life. I was so happy to see some of my students during the graduation rites (apparently, the ANHS own ceremony was right after the day HS). I don't know what has happened to my fifth year students, I'm hoping that at least some of them are in college now. My 2nd year students are in their 5th year now (how time flies!) and I promised to attend their graduation next June like I attended (and even emceed) my 5th year students' graduation.
So while some people think of spoiled brats and more spoiled brats when Zobel is mentioned, I'll always think of it as home.
Wednesday, May 26, 2004
I was so excited to learn that the rights to my favorite book had been bought by Miramax and that Gwyneth Paltrow and Juliet Binoche had already been signed.
I wonder who'll be playing Villanelle? I can't quite imagine the ice-cold Paltrow as the boatman's daughter. Juliette Binoche seems more credible as Villanelle since she has this earthy aura around her that the sophisticated Paltrow sadly lacks. But Gwyneth has a boyish figure and so that will also factor in with Villanelle's penchant for cross-dressing. Hmmmm....
Another thing I'm antsy over is the casting for Henri, the peasant-boy turned soldier. Henri was described as a simple and steadfast person. The perfect foil to Villanelle's fiery ways. Of course, Villanelle had red hair (red=fiery/passion) while Henri's hair color wasn't dwelt on, so taking off from his description in the book I'm assuming that it would probably be some mousy color. Please let it be Jude Law!
I really took to this book because it came at a critical point in my life and through it, I began to understand myself more. I finally saw that I was an Henri and not a Villanelle. That I was French countryside and not mystical Venice.
Just like Henri, I knew that something was missing with my life and so off we both went in search of our passions. But unlike Henri, I didn't sign up for the army, however we still found the passionate person to whom we were instinctively drawn to.
We tried to keep up with our passionate loves however, our steadfast ways were not enough for them. Fire cannot be contained, it must die out on its own.
And so he's in his Rock Castle and I'm in my fortress, both of us singed and wary of the same thing happening again. But here comes the all importance difference, while Henri has permanently cloistered himself in his castle, I am merely gathering my strength within the walls of my fortress. I have already taken a few tentative steps outside my walls and everything seems to be in order once more. The dating life goes on:).
Trivia: It was because of this film that Mel Gibson's Passion of the Christ was named as such. Gibson originally wanted to name his opus The Passion but Miramax already beat him to the title. So there.
Freshman Law Orientation Program Benefit Carwash
Message: the FLOP (freshman law orientation program)
committee will be having a car wash on friday.
please bring your cars to the AS parking lot
anytime from 7 am to 7 pm. P50 per car. :) girls
in bikinis and wet t-shirts will do the washing
for you. :)
the car wash is for a good cause, it's to help
the FLOP committee raise funds in time for june.
hope you guys can help out and support this
So bring all your scummy and dirty..er..cars to the AS Parking Lot on Friday and the delicious Malcolm girls (the Malcolmettes) will wash and buff them until they're almost brand spanking (oooh spank) new!
Tuesday, May 25, 2004
Monday, May 24, 2004
Masaya ba ang summer classes nyo?
Now Melo, Mike and Mich have about two weeks before regular school starts. Joy of joys!
Congrats to Mitchie for being a University Scholar! I'd post her average here, but you people might just feel your self-esteem drop, so I won't na lang (hehehe).
Will you ever date someone younger than you?
- Only in exceptional cases
- Oh yes!
Ever been drunk:
- Sadly (hello Mr. Sink!)
Been in love:
Loved someone who you knew you couldn't have:
Gotten in a car accident:
Broken a bone:
Had your heart broken:
Cheated on someone:
Been cheated on:
Last time you said I love you to someone:
- Only in my mind (does that count?)
Last time you cried:
- Last month.
Last time you laughed:
- Two hours ago.
Where do you see yourself in 10 years:
- Cebu City (basta hindi sa Manila)
What age do you see yourself married at?
Describe your dream wedding:
- In front of a solemnizing officer with the minimum number of witnesses.
Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?
If you could dye your hair one color, what would it be?
Have you ever been skinny-dipping:
Would you rather give or receive?
How many homes have you lived in?
1 pillow or two?
Do you get along with your parents?
Do you drive?
What kind of car do you have?
- Isuzu Crosswind
Whats your favorite color?
Do you work?
Whats your favorite food:
Do you have braces:
How many guys/girls have you kissed:
- Guys - 3
When was the last time you went on a date:
- A veeeery long time ago.
Have you ever got in serious trouble?
- Oh yeah...
Why is the sky blue:
- Some scientific explanation I blocked out of my memory way back in the 3rd grade
Who was your first crush:
- Ian in Children's Growth Center :)
When you meet a person of your preferred sex, you first notice their:
Are you the romantic type:
- Hopeless romantic... pero secret lang yon :)
Have you ever been chased by cops?:
Sunday, May 23, 2004
I just spent the last two days at a hotel in the Ortigas business district playing the role of the token adult to my sister and cousin.
Staying in a hotel room for two days made me realize a few things:
1. The view from the 23rd floor is amazing! That's probably why those gods and goddesses at Olympus loved playing around with the humans, it's so much fun to see them scattering about like ants.
2. Playing voyeur on the people in the next high-rise is only fun for the first 15 minutes. I sadly didn't see anyone getting whacked or anyone getting lucky.
3. These bones are Pinoy through and through. That room was sooo cold and to think the thermostat was already set at 25.
4. Piped in music in the bathroom and a hot shower are must haves in the future.
5. A breakfast buffet is man's greatest invention and a "Last Call for Buffet" sign can cause a panic attack as well as a stampede (gotta have more bacon!!!).
Friday, May 21, 2004
Yesterday was my parents' 26th wedding anniversary so the whole family (minus Santi, Char and Mick) heard the 6:30pm mass and then trooped over to, where else, Chicken Bacolod.
Seguey time. A typical restaurant searching conversation in our family goes like this:
Tatay: San nyo gusto kumain?
Jill: North Park!
Tatay: Mamamatay ka ng maaga sa vetsin don.
Tatay: Kayo lang naman natutuwa don e.
Tatay: E kaka-paorder lang natin don.
Everyone: ...ummm...Chicken Bacolod?
Tatay: Don, buti pa don na lang. (and proceeds to park the vehicle in front of Chicken Bacolod)
So there we were again at Chicken Bacolod. I ordered isol (again) and Drago told me (again) that "You are what you eat". To which I responded: "Nya-nya-nya" (again).
check out Melo's finger
HAPPY ANNIVERSARY MAMA AND TATAY!
Thursday, May 20, 2004
You don't have to play games with me. I can see right through you. I can see that you're totally into me too *blush*.
I only sent my application through Jobstreet.com yesterday afternoon, and yet when evening came, we were already burning the phone lines! I feel so connected with you, you were such a great listener. You patiently listened on while I talked about my past job experiences (none); how law school is going (so-so); whether or not I would consider working for the company (with you!) and so on and so forth. You know all these things about me and yet I know nothing about you! Do forgive me for my self-absorbed ways.
We then planned to meet today (supposedly for an "interview", but I know better *wink*)and again you surprised me with your thoughtfulness when you moved the "interview" to the coffee shop across the street. It was allegedly because no one was still at the office, but I know better. You let everyone else come to work late just so that we could meet for lunch! You are just so dang sweet!
I was kinda hesitant with the change in venue, for how would I know it was you? I'm sure our souls would have immediately known each other, but sometimes my feeble mind just cannot grasp such esoteric intertwinings. And then you said the most magical words: I'll be wearing a blue shirt. How did you know that, next to pink and red, blue is my favorite color?! You are just too much. Dressing up in my third favorite color just to please me.
And so destiny was set to happen. I was writing down my thoughts on such a momentous occasion when you said my name and I looked up to see you resplendent in blue. Never had I ever seen such hue look as good as it did on you (uy it rhymes! You've made me into a poet...). You offered to buy me lunch but I politely demurred while ever so primly sipping my iced chocolate. Again, we talked about me. But I felt your discomfort as you could not look straight at me and instead focused your attention on the resume in front of you (you were probably transfixed with the 2x2 photo delicately posted on the upper right side of the sheet of paper). You dropped magical words like "offshore" and "consultancy" and I felt like a humble student listening with awe while a benevolent sage imparted his wisdom.
I knew then that I had to take matters into my own hands and if I were to know anything about you, I would have to seize the opening because being such a humble person, you would not volunteer information about yourself. So when you asked: Do you have any questions? I immediately asked about this great company you have loyally affiliated your kind self with. I listened in rapture while you told me about the company's beginnings in some far-away land called America. I imagined just how envious Camelot would be seeing that it is but a mere hamlet when pitted against your glorious kingdom.
Alas, all good things must come to an end. I vainly tried to prolong our "interview" and yet I knew that I must not be selfish and keep you to myself when others were also desperate to bask in your presence. We said our goodbyes with the promise to get in touch either this week or the next. I can only carry on the pretense of living until that fateful day, so do not let me suffer for so long.
Until our paths cross once again, I remain your potential Girl Friday (or GF, as I like to term it.)
Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Tuesday, May 18, 2004
You are such a killjoy.
You knew that I had been raring to go to Bohol and to visit my tarsier friends, but were you sensitive to my needs?! NO!
Your callous self just had to visit our islands and thus cancel the inter-island ferry trips.
I hope you take a moment (nay, take two moments) and realize just how inappropriate and how selfishly you've acted. And maybe then, we'll be on speaking terms once again.
Think about it.
Thursday, May 13, 2004
Sunday, May 09, 2004
1. Handbags/ Shoulder bags- personally I can't stand the thing. As much as possible, I try to carry just enough stuff (keys, money, phone) that will fit in my pocket.
2. Lotion- it's sticky and hot, however, it's a must use unless you fancy your skin resembling asphalt.
3. Glasses- it's uncomfortable and it gets in the way of...umm...other more important things in life.
4. Contact Lenses- they quickly dry out and become dreadfully annoying halfway into the night. (what I wouldn't give for Lasik eye surgery!)
5. Stilettos(sp?)- they cause foot pains, back aches and they could be used as a weapon (Hey! That's not an evil! :), but they do make one's legs look long, slender and vavavoom!
6. Mel Tiangco- I hate her voice but her work with children is highly commendable.
7. Waxing- enough said.
8. Headlines- it's usually just bad news in bold print but it's necessary to keep oneself informed.
9. Thongs- the things women suffer through for vanity and a smooth VPL-less backside.
10. Democracy (at least for now)
Saturday, May 08, 2004
Yahoo! My blog has been viewed 104 times, as of this writing :)
However, because I log on more or less 2x a day, around 20 of those visits have to be mine. So let me just change my earlier statement.
Yahoo! My blog has been viewed 80 times! (It just doesn't have the same tang...)
Now, about my guest book...hint! hint!
Today was a very emotional day for me.
I finally had my long overdue talk with my dad (no thanks in part to my sister's meddling!) and at the first sign that this was going to be "the talk", i felt my eyes watering up. He reminded me of how lucky I was to be where I was, how literally thousands would beg, steal and kill to be in my shoes.
Although I knew this was coming and I thought I was prepared, all I could say was "Ayoko na talaga" over and over again before succumbing to tears.
I realized then that the answer: I was not happy anymore/ I was miserable where I was, just did not cut it with my family. Personal feelings took a back seat to one's obligations and duties to the family. Did I ever mention that my family sees itself as the Corleone family in The Godfather? My tito Sandy is Michael while my tatay is Santino, which is funny because they both named their sons Michael and Santino respectively. But I digress.
But my tatay took a PLDT "Kung saan ka masaya, suportahan taka" kind of stance and didn't raise the issue anymore. It was a pretty emotional moment, to tell you frankly, and I didn't have PMS to pin the blame on, like I usually do. Maybe it's about time to come out in the open and come clean. Hello, my name is Jill and I'm a closet crybaby. (Hello Jill!)
I took a drive to my dorm and cleaned out my mess. I said goodbye to my roommate Karen, but not too loudly because the new roomie was still asleep. It was pretty amazing that 1.5 years of stay could be packed in one large bag, a big wire basket and a laundry bag filled with shoes. I guess that's why I've never been too attached to material objects, because if I were to gauge my life on my material possessions, I would probably have a bag of junk and used clothing. So what does that say about my life?! Again, I digress.
So now I'm at another crossroad. However this time, no one's prodding me on which fork to take. And that's the way I like it.
Friday, May 07, 2004
Who's this southern chick who recently went to an even more southern town with a potential significant other?
Said southern chick and potential S.O. have been burning the phone lines and making much use of their cellular phones, contributing significantly to the rise of the industry (much to the delight of a certain Mr. JPC).
This blog can only speculate on what really happened in that southern town, which affords a nice panoramic view of a half-submerged volcano. Because even with persistent badgering, the hot southern chick still would not divulge the juicy details.
The southern chick is undoubtedly one of the more kikay denizens of a certain law school in Quezon city while her current paramour's name sounds almost like our beloved secretariat head's name.
Guess away :)
Hey everyone! It's Maai's birthday!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday to you!
Happy birthday, happy birthday...
Happy birthday to...youououououououou.....
Happy birthday Maai!
(see? I told you I'd get it right this year:) I just repeatedly told myself, Maai does not equate to May 9. Maai=May 7. But you have to admit, my first formulation made more sense. Are you sure your birthday isn't on May 9? Huh? Huh? hehehehehe)
It has oft been said that the only thing that's keeping the literary effort alive in this country is the Carlos Palanca Awards. The Philippines is just not a "reading" country. However, it warms the cockles of my heart to see that another bigwig family (the Gokongweis) has also taken on the challenge of infusing the love of reading into the populace. And so a new genre in Philippine literature is born, chick lit.
I read an article of the Summit novel launch a few weeks ago and I found the picture of Prof. Christina Pantoja-Hidalgo (Mam Jing) with Myrza Sison hilarious. It was like Cosmo Girl meets the Prudish Prof. One is nonchalant when it comes to issues on sexuality while the other thinks it already daring to wear open toed sandals. One writes good catholic girl type of short stories while the other writes about the modern kamasutra.
Yin and yang. Day and night. But with a common love and endeavor, that being to get most of the Pinoys and Pinays to just read (dammit!). And that is already a laudable effort IMHO.
Thursday, May 06, 2004
The travel bug has definitely taken a huge bite out from this family.
The virus first hit Drago and Margot and accompanied them all the way to Calatagan and Boracay.
Right now, Sir Ed has put on his travel cap once again and hied off to Dumaguete. He plans to visit Apo Reef daw.
I've only been to Galera since summer started, but next week brings about a wonderful change in venue as I go to Cebu (makikipista ho!) and then on to Bohol. Where I can finally accomplish one of my dreams in life, that being a photo-op with a tarsier. Damn the Chocolate Hills and Loboc River, I just want to get near those bug-eyed mammals.
Santi, Char and Mick also went to Bohol for the Holy Week, and to Galera before that. Mick had tons of pix taken with a tarsier! Thus fueling my desire to have one of my own too. Oh yes, you will be mine...
As with Krissy, she's been a virtual boarder at home (only stopping by to deposit dirty laundry and to get clean clothes) ever since Chiki arrived from Cebu. They've been staying at hotels, touring the metro, watching PBA games and doing the grand mall tours. Today they plan on watching MTB (definitely my sister's idea) and I'm just positive that she'll be wearing some bright color and texting the moment a camera swings by their way. My sister, the ham.
Melo hasn't been anywhere since summer started! Tsk-tsk-tsk nag summer classes kasi si Milo e. However, the gremlin has been boxing at Wildcard (where he gets to hang out with the likes of Manny Pacquiao) so I think he's pretty content staying at home, near his beloved gym.
Francis and Candice also visited us from Cebu last March. They too played tourists and visited Baclaran, Quiapo, Greenhills, Megamall, Enchanted Kingdom, Splash Island and Batangas.
Tita Violeta is again visiting from the States just to attend the fiesta at Moalboal. She just has to be my most favorite tita. My ears always perk up whenever I hear her name mentioned because she's such a character.
Every time she's here, she goes all around "para magpabeauty", as she terms it. She has her hair permed; her warts cauterized; shops for a new wardrobe and goes ballroom dancing all night long. However, her last visit was different because she had liposuction done on her abdomen and arms and had her eyefold fixed. I was away at the dorm when she went under the knife and was so excited to come home and see what the results were. Unfortunately, she wore a robe the entire time so I was unable to see her overhauled figure. As with her eyes, maybe it's just me, but I really didn't see any difference! That's plastic surgery for you.
I'm sniffling and sneezing while typing this because a different type of bug has also caught up with me. But the thought of having unlimited internet access once more and packing my backpack once again has already more than cured me. Hallelujah!
Yahoo! Our DSL is back! No more flickering lights! No more hit and miss when it comes to browsing!
And all it took was a week of persistent phone calls and two visit from the PLDT team. Apparently, there was something wrong with the underground connection or something to that effect. Mr. PLDT Repair Guy asked the Night Team (as opposed to the Day Team I guess) to work on the wiring chuva-chu. Et voila! DSL connection is restored once more.
So I am surfing and browsing to my heart's desire again and I can hardly contain the joy sweeping through my body :)
I swear, I can actually feel the power of the net surging from my ecstatic fingertips! hehehehe (a certified net geek, I confess :)
Wednesday, May 05, 2004
I received some bad news yesterday. But it was also the sort of news that made me reevaluate (for the nth time!) my current position in life. The same old questions resurfaced:
What am I doing?
Why am I doing this?
For whom am I doing this?
Let me tell you now that I didn't like my answers to any of those questions.
I've always been obedient (hello Ella Enchanted?) to my family but up to what extent? I guess it took me quite a while to realize that my family's plans for me do not automatically equate into my own. I alone am responsible for my own happiness in life. It would be a sad and sick world if people could blame others for their misery. Oh, people already DO blame others for their misery :) so does that mean that it's a sad and sick world?
Tuesday, May 04, 2004
...Our PLDT DSL connection is still erratic! For the past few days, I've only been able to log from 6-8am. AND I was informed by a friend, whose family owns an internet cafe, that they experienced the same problem a few months ago and it took about a month for their DSL to function 24/7. I sure hope I'm getting that promised rebate.
...Friendster is down.
It's gonna be a loooong day.
President: Roco (there's no such thing as a wasted vote people! Wake up people!)
Vice-President: Legarda (Loren over Noli? Anyday, sweetheart.)
1. Yasay (he should have made it in the last elections pa)
2. Lim (whom Ping should emulate IMHO)
3. Pimentel (such a gentleman, this one)
4. Anson-Roa (the anti-thesis to all the artistas running for office)
5. Mauricio (free legal aid from Atty. Batas)
6. Madrigal (she should get voted, if only for her tenacity in running for a seat. Oh yeah, Juday endorses her too, so she can't be all that bad :)
7. Cayetano (UP Law! Love your own, ika nga.)
8. Roxas (effective and gwapo. Need I still elaborate on why he has my vote?:)
9. Sonza (a probable Noli? I hope not...)
10. Chavez (the most dashing sol-gen this country has ever had. Sigh.)
That's about it. I'd rather vote for 10 people that I believe in than completing all 12 slots just for the heck of it. Although it might appear that I might have based some of my votes on qualifications other than the ability to serve (guilty!), I beg to differ. I believe that some beautiful and charismatic people do have the strength of character to hold public office. The voters just have to learn how to pick one bonbon from another.
Besides, how can you go wrong with Roxas and Chavez in office?
For Paranaque mayor, I'm going for Olivarez. Alma is just as corrupt as her husband was. Six years of the Moreno-Marquez tandem has made Paranaque into one stinking garbage pile. Enough!
So to the people who registered (yes Colleen, you do need to register to be able to vote :), go out and vote. To those who didn't, shame on you and do remember that you will have no moral ascendency to bitch and whine about the state of our country for the next six years. Yes, you won't even have that luxury, because you did not exercise your right to vote.
However, you can redeem yourself, and up your good karma in the process too. Just volunteer for poll watching or counting and you may be able to undo some of the bad karma now hovering around you. hehehehe
Monday, May 03, 2004
"Good character is more to be praised than outstanding talent.
Most talents are to some extent a gift.
Good character, by contrast, is not given to us.
We have to build it piece by piece by thought, choice, courage and determination." – John Luther
Wilson Lee Flores began his article in today's Business Leisure portion of the Philstar with this quote (ku-wowt).
I don't normally dwell on the Business section, a quick perusal of the other sections (including the Headlines) is usually more than sufficient before I settle in with the Lifestyle pages. However, I found myself reading and rereading Flores' article.
Check it out for yourself. What Kournikova, Kobe & Beckham can learn from Pat Tillman.
Sunday, May 02, 2004
For the past 5 days (starting April 30, 2004) up to the present, our PLDT DSL connection has been extremely unreliable. Members of this household have had to play dice with chance just to be able to log on. Watching the DSL light flicker to see if our luck would hold out, has been virtually a game to place one's bets on, the odds being a paltry 1 to 8. However, there are those odd moments when the DSL light would remain glorious green and those moments are worth dying for :P.
Anyway, before I start blubbering here, I HAVE reported said inefficiency to the PLDT office. I have endured the 30 minute holds where I was made to listen to senti elevator music, punctuated every so often with "All our operators are busy at the moment. You will be attended to as soon as an operator becomes available. Your call is important to us. Please wait." Sure.
Apparently, I'm supposed to send an email (hello!) to report the error and then wait for the PLDT repair crew to swing by and make things all fine and dandy once more. It's been five days and yet no PLDT people have come knocking. My surfing powers are waning, must...get...internet...fix...NOW!
What I don't get are:
1. The nice people at 171 and 173 have consistently said that a report has already been filled out. However, they just can't follow up the repair team because they are, you know, on the streets right now. There's just no way to contact them. That would be plausible of course, except for two things: Cellphones and the fact that they're PLDT! They're only the biggest telecommunications provider in the Philippines no! If they themselves can't get in touch with their own people, what hope do we little people have?
2. How many repair vehicles does PLDT really have? One?! I just can't believe that it would take this long to pay a visit to my house (which isn't really in Batanes, for crying out loud!) and then make a cursory check up on the modem.
3. What's up with PLDT's aggressive campaign for it's DSL services when they can't even provide a reliable connection for their existing customers? Biting off more than you can chew eh?
4. Lastly, when I asked about their SOPs WRT termination of services due to supreme suckiness, I was told by a smirking CSR (in fairness, I just imagined the smirk, probably from listening to Ice Castles and My Heart will Go On as interpreted by an elevator) that there is a pretermination fee (around 3k) if one opts for disconnection less than a year after availing of the services. Hel-lo and Hell NO! Suntukan na to.
Paging Mr. Concio, or whoever will evaluate my disconnection letter and decide on the applicability of the pretermination fee, I will not stand for this. As Creasy said in Man on Fire: Justice is a dish best served cold.
Kind ladies of 173 and 171, we will meet again.