I hate Mondays
-Garfield


Lucky cat, but I simply couldn't hate Mondays because a working day gives us hope of getting the money they owe us anytime. I dont want to start the day ranting about how disorganized this office is. But really they always gives us deadlines and yet they dont give a damn if we get paid on time. Don't get me started. I could go on and on and fill up several pages of my blog with pure rant. I should look for another job. Target: GOCCs. I dont care if I become stupid there over time, coz they say the work there is not for intellectuals. But who cares about intellectual work when you can't even afford to buy a prepaid card. Yes, Ive been living thru subsistence since I can't remember when. And I almost worship those who have thought of Pasaload. Thank you so much, honey.

I've just paid the monthly rental of my boarding house. I still need three thousand pesos for my house reservation (I plan to buy a house in a far away land thru PAGIBIG of course). I also need 600 to buy the shoes I will wear on Saturday. Not to mention, 2,500 for the facial, and 300 for haircut plus pedicure and manicure. I also need 300 for the cute evening bag which is sooo cheap sold at SM. If worse comes to worst, I have to buy a new dress coz I wouldnt fir in my cheongsam. Oh Lord, I really need a miracle.

I'm so broke. That's why I'm tinkering on my blog. Just to keep me from thinkin i'm broke. Can't somebody come up with fool-proof ways to raise money? Darn. I have so many things to spend on, not to mention things I should do:

1) Manicure/Pedicure-for the glammed look on the wedding in Saturday.
2) Killer Shoes-I saw one at Rustan's yesterday, no I saw that weeks ago and I haven't bought it until now. Gosh, i only have less than a week to buy those pair.
3)Facial-I need a facial though i just went to my derma yesterday. I think she's not that thorough, unlike the facial service they give at Mendez'. I should really go there this week.
4)Hydroxycut-I can't even buy a smaller bottle. This coming week I'll stay away from meat (beef and pork)and eat vegies.
5)Haircut-I need a haircut. I think my hair is on a protest for ignoring her.
6)Hair color-not really this week but this month. I like something reddish, i think it's called magenta but just very light, it's unnoticeable unless I'm under a bright light. Cool :D
7)Rain Jackets-We saw to die for jackets at SM one in purple and the other in khaki. It's too cheap but we cant still buy right away.


I'm still hoping for miracles. If only people in my office would be sensitive to our needs and give us our hard earned money. This calls for a boycott. That's why I'm on the internet nonstop and im not guilty about it, serves them right.

TGIF! There are two major reasons why Friday is one of my favorite days of the week.

1) Sweldo. Not necessarily every Friday but multiples of 7, 7th, 14th,21th,28th of the month. These are miracle days coz we get to withdraw our hard earned salary:D

2)Gimik. If we really want to go out in any day of the week, we can do so, but u get to hear a lot of whines the next day for lack of sleep, but when u go out to gimik on a Friday night, u can sleep all day until Saturday.

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I'm bored. No rush work. My friend is not around. Nothing new.

Reed thin days. This was me when I still haven't discovered spoon and fork for eating. I used chopsticks since day one.

clueless bout how my better half looks like?well, see for yourself and drool :D

I always dreamt of dying peacefully. I abhor violence that's why. I feel really sad over sudden deaths, it is like you've been robbed, of your chance to say goodbye to all your loved ones, to forgive those who have sinned against you, and to ask for forgiveness to people you have pissed off and laughed at.

Why am I so morbid? Because a while ago, I just had a brush with death. Okay, I exaggerate. I was hit by a tricycle. Right, a 3-wheeled contorted metal without any class at all. And it hit my butt! ha ha Good for me I had a great bun, the trike recoiled! I mean bounced off a few inches. But it hit me. Aww crap! I was just shocked, I wasn't able to curse the man. I just furiously pointed at the trike and at him, informing him that I've mentally memorized the body number and I'll get back at him just wait and see. But our over-friendly neighbor endowed with more than an inch long chin, made a big fuss over it. And so I had to act enraged, but i acted really dignified, no cursing, no expletives. I braved that ordeal really and I should be commended for that. I acted like a lady for once in my life!

Nah, i was just so pre-occupied. I really hope and pray that everything's gonna be alright tomorrow. Not with me, but with my sister.

But tomorrow i have to have my butt x-rayed. how's that for a Wednesday? crap.

No. I haven't flown international last Saturday. I don't even have a passport yet. The Chinatown I'm talking about is just an LRT ride away from Cubao ( and a cab ride). My hny and I decided to pay the great town another visit because we have been deprived of an honest to goodness syaumai and ha kao for one week, honestly we were deprived of any luxury for the whole week. Imagine, no movies, no dine outs. Death. That's why when Friday came, i trooped to the ATM and withdrew my week's salary. And as I counted the hundred bills i felt exhilarated, i felt life surged upon my pale, ravaged veins, haa, power.

Our first stop after paying tribute to the gods who have made possible the immigration of Chinese traders in this forlorn country, was Bee Tin. It was our second time to shop there. The first time we went there, we shopped for nothing in particular, we look around delighted at every item we consider foreign with unreadable labels. We bought just a bottle of Thai dip, some champoy, and green tea. But we found the joys of dipping anything fried in a sweet and sour thai dip, we were mesmerized with the healing wonders of green tea, and the exotic taste of dried plum. And so our second trip.

I find a Chinese deli store, the whole Chinatown, an entirely different land, where gastronomic and ancient mysteries unfold before ones's eyes (and stomach). I am greatly fascinated by the Chinese culture. I find it very rich, mysterious and delightful. With their small, slit-like eyes, the yellowish, paper-like skin of the people, the beautiful silk dresses I greatly coveted, and the wonderfully fulfilling dishes they serve, glorious, comfort food. I can spend my days just eating and savoring the aroma of their dishes. Life is indeed wonderful.

I have observed that the stores are usually closed by 5 pm except for those serving food and grocery shops. But the big stores selling bolts and nuts, carpets, and lights are all afraid of darkness or being kidnapped. We walked the paved streets of the town, sometimes passing in places where the stench of horses' urine is unbearable. The sidewalks are littered with plastic and waste, and I thought, after all, this is still Philippines. The streets are all lined with cars, some nearly junk, most are expensive. There are a lot of apothecary shops and when you pass by, the potent aroma of the herbs will greet your nose and jolt your senses.

Call it coincidence, but we again encountered a batch of tourists riding the calesa, and they are waving to the children playing in the sidewalks who look very much like them, though shabbier. I have observed that the police are of different breed here and the fire fighters definitely came from another planet. The police patrols the street every so often and the big, red fire trucks are always ready. In this town, money really speaks.

Its difficult remembering the street names specially when you don't try to. You'll get lost in the myriad of streets and alleys, you have to bring someone who will drag you in the right direction, some sort of a personal human compass. :D

The fruits are cheaper, I think, because I bought grapefruit for only 20 pesos each while its sold for 30 at Rustan's. Cheapskate.

Walking past the Buddhist temples and the highly secured Chinese schools, one can't help but think how lucky this race is. Though you really have to credit them for their back breaking work ethics.

I'm really enthralled ( that's the nth time i said that using another word). And I am sure that I will be coming back, wrinkling my nose over the horses' smell and braving the kidnapping threats for that piece of Oriental mystic.

By the way , i have just finished reading The Joy Luck Club. :D