<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058</id><updated>2011-11-24T08:07:04.163+08:00</updated><title type='text'>green spin</title><subtitle type='html'>bakit "three point zero?" madalas kasi sa ibang school pasang-awa ang 3.0, pero sa la salle, maswerte ka na sa tres. hehehehe! feeling lasalyano? medyo lang. may sarili lang din akong standards. at hindi kasi ako yung tipong taong masyado mataas mag-ambisyon. in my everyday struggle in life, todo na yun, at mataas na grade na ang three point zero. for that reason, plus the obvious fact na third layout revision na ng blog ko. kaya version 3. kaya three point zero.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-8936956378598610219</id><published>2007-07-16T20:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T20:21:12.290+08:00</updated><title type='text'>getcha head in the game</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And July isn't over yet?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medyo marami na kasing nangyari sa 'kin just as the month kicked in. One thing lang: 07-07-2007 or 777 is not the luckiest day. Or I guess not for me. Actually, it's one of the crappiest y'know?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This will be the last release of thr3epo.intzer0. And expect this to be a long one... I guess. Lately, everything has been a total mess. (&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Ynnej, this isn't just about you, don't worry. You're a big deal of it, though. Sabihin mo na naman bitter ako. Bahala ka diyan sa buhangin.&lt;/span&gt;) Hehehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ni Dem, a very close friend at the office, emotional pain could only be felt for 12 seconds. Beyond that, everything else is self-inflicted. I say, pain, in itself, is self-inflicted. Hindi ka naman masasaktan have you made the right decisions. I guess I've learned this lesson the hard way. All of a sudden, I saw everything fall apart in my own two eyes. Work, school, pati nga gym. Dahil lang sa mga pagi-inarte na una, hindi ko naman dapat ginagawa at pangalawa, kasalanan ko rin naman. &lt;em&gt;Choi, minsan talaga ang tanga mo e.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, as if it was really meant as some sort of chapter finale for me, I somehow got away with all my self-inflicted stresses when I watched Stages and Trumpet's "Disney's High School Musical On-Stage." And yeah, you can count that as the gayest thing I've done over the weekend (naks, parang King DJ Logan, Slick Rick, and Tony Tony lang a!). I've watched the whole movie once on a VCD, played some selected scenes again (on VCD ulit), then I learned that it'll have it's own version here in the country. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first. Play critique muna bago realizations. Naks! Ang arte namp! Last na nga kasing entry to e. Originally, the idea of having our own HSM on stage is interesting, yet disappointing. Whatever happened to Philippine drama and theater? We've been reviving and remaking everything from the west. Minsan nga, sarili nating gawa, may remake din. Nasaan ang originality? Bakit puro renditions? Another thing, Sam Concepcion will do the lead as Troy Bolton. It should be a pair lead, but it looks like the spotlight is only on Sam. Halata bang asar ako dun sa bata? Hehehehe! Mukha lang siyang mayabang. Hehehe! Galit ako sa mga taong mukhang mayabang, they need not prove me wrong. The fact that they look like one, mayabang na talaga sila. &lt;em&gt;Maging judgmental ba?&lt;/em&gt; Hehe! But still, I bought a ticket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The venue: Meralco Theater. It's my first time to be there. Medyo mahirap hanapin but it's pretty accessible if you're familiar with the place and if you're watch doesn't say it's ten minutes past the stated play time. The venue is appropriate for a production that is expecting quite a crowd. The ushers: astig. They're authorized to confiscate cameras and mobile phones, something I didn't believe until the girl sitting next to me needed to surrender her digicam to one usherette. Pero polite pa rin sila ha, may 'sorry, it's really not allowed.' The play started with a young man holding a book, and a skaterboy coming and throwing the book to his face. Nice establishment of stereotypes, when the crowd is divided into groups (braniacs, jocks, skaters). The audience were all shouting when Sam showed up with the rest of the Wildcats basketball players. What's with this guy? He's skinny. He can sing and act and dance, yeah, pero... &lt;em&gt;Choi stop it!&lt;/em&gt; Hindi tuloy napansin si Cheska Ortega, who played Gabriella Montes, the first time she entered the scene. Aside from that, medyo disappointed ako nung una dahil my favorite scene (the karaoke New Year's party) was compressed. Just one stanza of "Start of Something New" and the ball is dropping? And they are exchanging phone pics? Para sa 'kin pa naman isa 'yun sa mga highlight. But actually, bumawi sila kasi it turns out that they have their own version of the song, this time for the whole cast. It's like it is the main theme song they used, not only for the pair, but for the entire crowd. 'Yun na pala bale ang opening number. Nice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also great that they retained some essential lines from the movie, yet the writer incorporated his own ideas. The detention scene, for example, was one of my favorites. And it's different from what's in the movie. They were asked to play any animal they want. Ms. Darbus asked Sharpay to be an ostrich. Tapos, Ryan also acted as an ostrich, because his sister told him so. Character build up, galeng! The version in it's entirety actually gave a closer look at Sharpay and Ryan as compared to the movie. Dun ko nga lang nalaman na Sharpay is named after a dog. Hehehe! Another part of that detention scene is the "ball of noise" wherein they're asked to hold an imaginary ball, do something on it, and pass it to someone, only using noise and gestures. I like how character Troy did it, he dribbled the ball and threw it. Very typical, the group complained. But then the "ball" fell back to him, this time he's holding it at the back like it's heavy. Kamusta naman ang underlying tone and message? Excellent. Another scene which is not in the movie is when Troy showed Gabriella his horticulture hide-out. It was in the movie, and they retained the line "You know how during kindergarten, you meet a kid, and then ten seconds after you're best friends just because you don't have to be anything but yourself? Singing with you felt like that." But in addition to that, Sam and Cheska sang an original (original yata, or ewan, since it's not in the movie) "Can't Take My Eyes Off You." With that specific duet part, napakita how Troy and Gabriella are falling for each other. Ganun yata talaga sa play, capture and expose as much emotions and piece of the story in a few acts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the best scenes for me was when it's building up to climax and closure. If you've watched the movie, the basketball championship, the science decathlon, and the final auditions are happening all at the same time. In the play, the scenes happened literally at the same time. On the left side of the stage, Ryan and Sharpay are doing their number, the basketball court is rowdy at far back, and the science decathlon is at the right side of the stage. Galing! Naaliw talaga ako dun. Towards the end naman, nung humabol si Troy and Gabriella sa auditions, surprisingly, Ryan admitted how Sharpay lied to Ms. Darbus just so the two won't make it. A deserving closure for Ryan that I don't think I saw in the film, correct me if I'm wrong. This time, character Ms. Darbus is not on stage anymore. Nasa baba na siya, near the mini-orchestra. And if you could recall how the braniacs and the jocks and everyone crowded the school auditorium, same thing happened sa play. So nasa may audience din sila, singing and dancing to "Breaking Free." Then towards the end, when they wrapped up with "We're All In This Together" saka sila umakyat sa stage. The curtain call was also groovy, when the entire cast danced to the same parts when they appeared in the play (the thespians, for example, curtsied to the tune of "What I've Been Looking For" like what they sang in their audition on a previous scene).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end, I learned that Audie Gemora produced and directed the production. I want to hail the writer more, congratulations to him if he is for an excellent job done. Nagulat na lang ako when they acknowledged the presence of Senator Kiko Pangilinan and Sharon Cuneta and their two kids. Andun lang pala sila sa may gitna. In fairness, mas malapit ang seat na nakuha ko. Mas mayaman ako sa kanila. Hahaha! Also present is Mr. German Moreno who awarded the cast with the Vaudeville Award. Grabe, star-studded!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a whole, I'd give the entire production four stars and an extra large bucket of popcorn. Kahit pumiyok si Sam, he pulled it off effortlessly. The cast and the "supports" are just evidently disciplined, talented, and it was obvious because of their great performance. Is it just the way my seat is positioned or minsan talaga butas ang stage kahit andun na silang lahat? I'm in the fourth row, feeling ko sobrang lapit ko nga lang. The production design is just appropriate. They also used strong blue lighting as scene dividers - so strong hindi mo mahahalata na they're setting up the props dahil nga nakakasilaw yung ilaw. Isa din sa mga inabangan ko e how they will stage the cafeteria scene for "Stick to the Status Quo." Nagawa naman nila, and it was energetic. My skepticism at the beginning just faded. They did give justice to the film version, and gave it an even interesting revision. Kudos! (By the way, they're extended for two more weekends. Call Ticketworld or Stages and get your tickets. I Just don't have their numbers).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as finale... I admit how the HSM experience made me realize a lot of things. &lt;em&gt;'Yan na, realizations na. Maarte na naman si Choi.&lt;/em&gt; Being a great production, it made me realize how cool my chosen path is. While it's true na magastos ang course ko, walang masyadong malinaw na career path after college, pero minsan you just do things out of passion e. Bonus na lang 'yun kumita ka nang malaki. Alam ko pang-mayaman lang ang ideology na 'yun pero performing infront of people, or just by working behind a very successful production is something very fulfilling. I'm thankful na I'm leading into that path with the course I'm taking up right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing: while it's true that I'm not getting any older, the fact still remains that I'm young. Sabi ni mama, I've been thinking so much about the future, so much that I forget to focus on the present. Masyado akong nag-iisip sa mga problemang hindi pa naman dumarating. Kaya tuloy, unknowingly, ako na mismo ang gumawa ng problema na 'yun. Sabi nga kay Jessica Sanders (Ali Larter) sa Heroes, "Don't worry about tomorrow's problems today."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laslty, since I need not worry about the future yet, sabi ko nga, focus on the present. And the task I have to do for now is to focus on my self. Right now, sablay na ako sa New Year's Resolution ko: to love myelf. Mahirap pala. Sabi nila love someone in order to change him, and not change him in order for you to love him. Kailangan ko siguro umpisahan 'yun sa sarili ko. How could I get a woman to love me if I don't love myself? And how could I love myself if I can't accept my own flaws? Hirap 'nun. But I have to deal with it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the HSM experience, I realized the need to break free and prove myself. Pero magagaw ko lang 'yun kung naniniwala ako sa sarili kong may dapat at may kaya akong patunayan. It is a process, and I know it'll take time. I just hope I'd get there before it's too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gawd! Ang drama talaga! Would you believe, dahil lang 'yan sa pagiging heart-broken a, kung saan-saan tayo nakarating. &lt;em&gt;Waaaaa...! Tama na 'to chong.&lt;/em&gt; Sabi nga sa Love Actually, "Enough... enough now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess now's the time to temporarily sign off. It's time to &lt;em&gt;get my head in the game&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-8936956378598610219?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/8936956378598610219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=8936956378598610219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/8936956378598610219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/8936956378598610219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/07/getcha-head-in-game.html' title='getcha head in the game'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-1270805974808259634</id><published>2007-07-03T08:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-07-03T08:16:53.497+08:00</updated><title type='text'>buti na lang may copy/paste</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I promise not to be late on my first class anymore. 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Promise. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-1270805974808259634?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1270805974808259634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=1270805974808259634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/1270805974808259634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/1270805974808259634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/07/buti-na-lang-may-copypaste.html' title='buti na lang may copy/paste'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-2052322969662246902</id><published>2007-06-04T00:14:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T00:19:00.606+08:00</updated><title type='text'>manong popoe</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I don't know how I came up with this realization, but for the first time, some sort of "hula" about my life came true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Of course, you remember my previous TL, Allan Poe, or PoPoe (though you might really not know him). Well, on our last team outing months ago, we went on an afternoon pool party at a village in Alabang, where a friend of our previous teammate (Kuya Berns!) lives. Anyway, on that pool party someone bought a deck of playing cards to play pusoy and for Allan's "hula" purposes. May reputasyon na kasi si Allan na magaling manghula, and even on our last overnight outing sa Bulacan (prior to this one in Alabang [sorry magulo, puro talaga layas gawa namin kay Allan]), nanghula na siya. Hindi lang ako nakasama kasi I went home at around 4am when they were still sleeping. I won't explain why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So 'yun, hinulaan niya ako. And I tried to remember his exact words with the things that happened to me in the not-so-distant past. It kinda freaked me out that they all matched:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Malabo pa ang promotion. Tapusin mo muna pag-aaral mo&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;- I asked him about how my career with the company will grow, if it will, or if I actually have one to begin with. Well, a few weeks ago, nagsulputang parang kabute yun mga site ng TeleTech (Cavite, Bacolod, Dumaguete). Kahit sa sarili naming site nagkaroon ng opening. I tried my luck for any promotion to any given site. That time, the forked road confuses me as to if I shouled really enrol for next sem or try getting a promotion given the tenure. Sabi ko, one shot lang, kapag hindi kumagat, mag-eenroll ako. Well, one shot made way to another, and another, and another, na parang Jose Cuervo. No successful application. And MasterChoi decided to go back to school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Wala nang problema sa tatay mo. Pero 'yung nanay mo, ingatan niyo na huwag magka-stroke. Kasi 'pag nagkataon, budget mo ang masisira&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;- My father underwent operation almost one year ago (June somethingth din yun e). Apart from his gallstones, nagka-infection siya sa sugat and it almost came to a point when he was about to get amputated, have we hesitated for a few days more. Now he's OK. And Allan said he'll be. Now, this year, my mother has been complaining of her eyes. Na sumasakit daw at lumalabo. A few tests were run, and she got diagnosed of glaucoma. Na in-born na pala. Luckily, months after Papa's operation I decided to get them both an Intellicare HMO membership, for cases as such. So when the year kicked in that's the first thing I did. So by the time Mama needed to undergo operation for her eyes, nagamit namin 'yun Intellicare. Payment of which won't be completed until June 10th. Kung hindi ko pa siya na-enroll dun, we would need P60,000 for an operation, additional cost if we prefer a laser treatment. So for weeks now, pabalik-balik kami sa Makati Eye Laser Center sa The Fort for a series of treatments. Thanks to Intellicare, pamasahe lang ang gastos namin. (This unaid advertisement is for blah blah blah). It was Mama who realized na naging totoo 'yun hula. It wasn't a stroke, but her ailment is somehow similar, sa mata nga lang. And it could lead to blindness. At sa loob-loob ko, "Holy sh*t! Nasira nga ang budget ko...!" Ang laki kasi ng kaltas ng Intellicare. Enough said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Huwag na kasi hindi niya nararamdaman&lt;/em&gt;..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Huwag na kasi masaya na siya sa kung nasaan siya ngayon&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;-Hindi ko sure kung naikwento ko na. I asked him kung may pag-asa ba love life ko. I asked him about "the past." If I could still pursue her. Response A. I asked back, "Hindi niya maramdaman ang alin? Hindi niya maramdaman na may feelings ako sa kanya? Or hindi niya nararamdaman 'yung love para sa 'kin?" "Pareho." Ouch! Well, the second one is for "the present." If I could pursue her. Response B. Which is true. According to Dem, "she chose to be with someone she's already established a relationship with." Ow, pucha yun puso ko...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We always have disclaimers na ang hula ay hula lang. That we make our own destiny. Blah blah blah. Ako, on my end, I'm not reliable on these things. It just turns out na nangyari talaga siya sa 'kin. Kudos Allan! Such great talent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-2052322969662246902?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/2052322969662246902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=2052322969662246902' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/2052322969662246902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/2052322969662246902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/06/manong-popoe.html' title='manong popoe'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-4593138369876043885</id><published>2007-05-28T00:05:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-28T10:19:08.171+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fin</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had enough share of farewells the past week. Ready for a finale ride?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Heroes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The extraordinary NBC series aired its season finale last Monday, May 21st (9/8c), but I got to watch it the next day pa. Ay, hindi pala, Wednesday morning na 'yun e. Special thanks to YouTube and to the 24-hour internet shop here in our place. The episode was very touching, at hindi masyadong bitin. Just enough to get you hooked up for the next season. How hooked? It had a glimpse of how Volume 2 will start out. Episode highlights: The Peter-Sylar duel of course. (&lt;em&gt;You're the villain now. I'm the hero&lt;/em&gt;). How the Nikki-Jessica subplot got closure, or at least some sort of self-redemption. And am I the only one who loved Molly and Micah together? The brotherly love of Peter and Nathan resolved the conflict for the season. E next season kaya? By the way, this show will have a fall spin-off, "Heroes: Origins." Some of the cast for the spinoff will then be chosen to be a part of the next season. Kudos to Tim Kring, Greg Beeman, and the entire Heroes cast and crew. Does this means we will be seeing less of Adrian Pasdar, Milo Ventimiglia, and Santiago Cabrera? Hindi siguro... But I'd be looking forward to another season of Ali Larter, Masi Oka, and Hayden Panettiere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maging Sino Ka Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another must-see ending that capped the week off, (it's how they called it), is that of Maging Sino Ka Man. And would you believe na hindi ko pa siya napapanood? Tanga ko talaga! I've heard news about how it ended though. Rumor has it, and proved it: the series is slated for Book 2. And to join the cast: Phillip Salvador, Angelica Panganiban, and Rosanna Roces. I could have guessed that it'd be a happy ending. For one thing, they won't do it to John Lloyd and Bea, and also since it's set to have comeback. Sana kasing-ganda at kasing-exciting siya ng Book1. And I doubt if Angelica could be at par with Bea and Anne's acting prowess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let's Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another finale that I chanced upon (buti na lang I did dahil final episode na pala 'yun), is the last episode of the weekend comedy "Let's Go." Saan ang gimik na barkada? Sa Enchanted Kingdom. Why they are reminiscing on the past three (?) seasons, I had my own reminiscing while watching, as EK has been, and will always be, a memorable place for me. Anyway, nakakabitin ang finale. Parang, just for the sake of ending it. And I can't believe they did this to give way to another Kim-Gerald project. A teenager's life is not always about love teams, you know. Had it been, sana naging syota ko si *** saka si *** saka si ***. Pero hindi. Hindi! Hindeeeeee!!! Uhm, congrats by the way to the Let's Go kada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at saka...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of the boob tube. I was surprised I'd experience some real-life chapter endings. Saturday morning, nilapitan ako ni TL Nenejoy. "Malilipat ka na kay Kiko." I was dumbfounded. I love TokNene so much. Well, yeah, you might say I easily get attached. Sa team ni Allan ganun din ako. I guess ang fear ko lang talaga e yun maalis sa comfort crowd ko and start a new one. Perhaps, of fear that it might not be a comfortable one. A ewan. Basta nalungkot ako dahil it'd be my last few days with the team. I asked TL Ne, "wala na bang ibang paraan?" {I'm sorry I can't disclose the real reason yet. Sa account namin, nakamamatay ang tsismis. One tiny thing could be a big deal. Ayoko maging issue.) And don't get me wrong. Kiko, our Senior Team Lead, is one of the best. And there was a time sa shift bid na sana siya maging TL ko. May topak din kasi 'yun. Hehehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Of course you could say, "you'd still see them, right?" But no. It's different. Iba kapag team mo. May mga lakad sila na hindi na ako "officially" involved. May mga inner talks na hindi na ako kasali. May mga exclusive jokes na hindi na ako makaka-relate. Kada team kasi, may isang kultura 'yan. I could say I'm lucky na masasaya 'yun mga tao sa team na napupuntahan ko. I asked her again kung sino 'yun mga makakasama ko dun. "'Yun mga bago..." By that, she meant the newbies na on-training ngayon. Weeks ago, si Dem, one of the few that I consider as "ate" sa office, got promoted as Training Assistant. Which I don't understand kasi she's the sole trainer for our account right now, so that makes her "the" trainer, not an assistant. So anyway, nawalan ako ng taong palaging kasama sa office. Nag-resign pa 'yun isa kong nakakasama minsan, si Shey. Hay nako, the past few days had been full of goodbyes. Anyway, 'yun mga trainees ni Dem ang mga makakasama ko sa bagong team. Good luck talaga. I got a chance to meet those people, epal kasi ako sa training. One of them is even a good friend from BestBuy, si Lequi. Again, siguro ang kinakalungkot ko lang e maiiwan ko 'yun mga taong kasama ko sa team for a long time. Kapareho ko sila palagi ng shift saka off, madalas kainuman after last-shift (oo, umiinom ako, may angal?).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I've had enough of endings for a week. This week, naka-leave ako for almost the entire week. Pagbalik ko, June na. I'm thinking the new changes would kick in. Tomorrow morning, magbabayad na ako sa school para sa enrollment. By June 13th, classes will start. Kung ang buhay ko ay isang youth-oriented show, pucha ang corny ko siguro. Joke! No, what I mean is, had my life been a show, or a series, new faces would be seen as I get to mingle with new teammates and blockmates. Good luck, young master.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Newbies ang ilan sa mga makakasama ko sa team. Tapos, younger batch pa yun makakasama ko sa college. It's your dream come true, dude! Kuya ka na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-4593138369876043885?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4593138369876043885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=4593138369876043885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/4593138369876043885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/4593138369876043885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/fin.html' title='fin'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-6598378534130951857</id><published>2007-05-02T16:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T16:24:41.181+08:00</updated><title type='text'>registration form</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Finally... I got to complete the enlistment process. Cash out na lang ang kulang and I am officially enrolled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Now this is college. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Forget about the rants on the previous post. Wala nga lang talagang taong perpekto. Or in my case, hindi nga lang talaga lahat ng tao e smiling face. The rude officer at the Registrar's Office was the sole person who assisted me throughout the whole enlistment thing. Wala kasi masyado tao sa Dean's Office, and she enlightened me so much when she said I could take that "make-or-break" major subject I need. She's an angel, not a sweet one, though.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;A former blockmate, Sherman, saw me. &lt;em&gt;Ikaw ba ang salubong ng Letran sa'kin, Sherman? Naku, baka maging Bibbo Kid din ako tulad niyo nina Ang. Hehehe! &lt;/em&gt;What also made me feel better is that the classes I thought were closed are actually not. I got the schedule I dreamed of. The schedule that will complete my suicidal life come June 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Call me pathetic, sick, dramatic, or gay, pero napaka-overwhelming ng feeling na babalik ka na sa school. So overwhelming I think I wanna (&lt;em&gt;cry? hindi no&lt;/em&gt;!) throw a party. A MasterChoi college send-off party. Wala lang. Isang weird na buhay ang pinasok ko when I left the college and started working. I just need something to celebrate this another plot point sa buhay ko. Tang ina chong, ang drama. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry, ang weird ng feeling e. Basta, ang alam ko college na ako ulit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-6598378534130951857?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6598378534130951857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=6598378534130951857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/6598378534130951857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/6598378534130951857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/05/registration-form.html' title='registration form'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-4387265779574749989</id><published>2007-04-30T09:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T10:54:15.358+08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reklamador...dor...dor...dor...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Naisip ko lang...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;The best time for me to write something (or in this case, &lt;em&gt;blog&lt;/em&gt; something), is everytime it's raining. It inspires me kapag umuulan, makulimlim ang langit, tapos you toss in some Jason Mraz music. In the same way na hindi ko feel mag-blog kapag summer. Sobrang init. Pati 'yun computer feeling ko umiinit na rin agad, wala pa rin akong nasusulat. It just goes to show na ang utak ko ay parang dog food, mas juicy kapag nababasa. (Aarghhh... Choi! What a stupid analogy! Damn!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just feel bad. I'm currently blogging here at Cafe Manila (I'm not sure of the name of this shop, puro kasi signage ng PLDT myDSL Biz). DIto 'to sa Intramuros, Manila. What else is in Intramuros. Colegio de San JUan de Letran. &lt;em&gt;Wow! Si Choi mage-enrol na!&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, I am. Pero feeling ko lahat nagiging flop. Nakakaasar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started some two weeks ago. I filed my Application for Returnee. They made me sign something like a clearance form, which I did. Last stop ko sa registrar before ko i-turn over sa Dean's Office. The Registrar's Office asked me to pay for the form (na akala ko walang bayad) and give them a week to sign it. No worries, I said. Baka ganun talaga ang process.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which I proved to be true when I got the form back. They attached my curriculum list and noted the subjects na INC ako. So I went straight to the Dean's Office, and Miss Verna (thank you very much by the way for being nice) asked me to report to the CA chair for an interview.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I admit, I prepared my best English &lt;em&gt;twang&lt;/em&gt; for the interview. One, it's the CA chair that I'd be talking to, and two, para naman masabi nilang hindi nasayang yun almost 2 years ko sa call center. And three, ehehe, gusto ko magpasikat. Bakit bawal?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The interview went on. She asked while I filed for leave of absence. I said I worked in a call center. She said "You've got your one foot on the grave" or something like that. Ok, whatever. Then she asked me, "Why are you returning?" I'm sorry to say this, but that was one of the most senseless questions I was asked of in my life. I mean, why ask? I'm returning kasi I've been out of school, I've been on leave. Ask me "why" I'm returning and I'd say I'm ready to go back to college. What's the point of asking anyway? I know she didn't mean to be senseless, perhaps it's with the way she asked me. She could've said, "Why are you returning now?" or "Why only now, after 2 years?" I could've explained that it took me that long to 'make ipon' (hahaha!) or we had some situations in the family (yeah, those dramatic plots in your family). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What made me really upset and frustrated was when she signed the form. I saw her flip through the papers. Might have glanced on the curriculum list once or twice. I thanked her for signing and asked her if they'll be having COMM201 classes this sem. Tamang pang-build lang ng rapport. She said "yeah, but you can't it them this sem." I was dumb-founded and speechless. She continued "you have to finish (and pass) all your English subjects first." HIndi ako nakaimik sa sobrang asar. COMM201, for the benefit of everyone who doesn't know what it is, is the deciding course for CA students. It's "Introduction to Communication." Yup, INTROCOM ata siya sa La Salle. If you pass it, pang Comm Arts ka talaga. Otherwise you have to shift to another program. And the best part is it's only a one-take course. And it's offered only once a year. So sinong hindi mapipikon? If I don't get to take that subject, I'll wait for another year. I'll extend for another year. What the f?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, yari ako sa kanya if ever nabasa niya 'to. Nairita lang kasi ako that time she looked as if she really don't care if I return or not. Not that I expect her to be welcoming since she don't know me personally. But then, show some interest naman for a student, or if you look at it in another way, a "client" who wants to invest again. And she acts as if she's way up there, you know what I mean? Well yeah, she could be the Department Chair or Director or what not, pero huwag niya na masyadong i-project. And, if ever mabasa nga niya 'to at magalit siya, I say, in the Mo Twister fashion, "I do it because I have freedom." And don't pull the "freedom-has-limits" card on me. I know where I stand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, back to my rants. Yeah, hindi pa tapos. Bumalik ako kay Miss Verna to wrap up the process. She referred me back to the Registrar to check the enrolment schedule. I asked one of the Registar's Office's staff kung kailan. Aba, ang lola mo! "Dean's Office ang nagsi-schedule nyan." I smiled and said "Dito po kasi ako ni-ref--" Hindi niya ako pinatapos at hiniritan ako ng "Dean's Office ang nagsi-schedule nyan...!" Oo, may exclamtion point. May sungit "ang-kulit-mo-tanga-ka-ba" factor. Nag-init ulo ko. Pero you know me. Soft-spoken talaga ako kahit ganyan. Ayoko umeksena kasi hindi naman ako artista. So 'akyat' ulit ako sa Dean's Office. Si Miss Verna na ang tumawag sa Registrar's para itanong ang schedule. "April 30 daw. So balik ka sa April 30..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Which leads me back to today, April 30th. All geared up and excited to enrol. Pagdating ko, ang tahimik at ang konti ng tao. I paid the processing fee of P1000 sa Accounting. Na may konting hassle kasi nagkamali siya ng lagay ng student number so sa ibang pangalan nailagay yun bayad ko. Pero OK lang for now, unless magka-issue yan sa payments ko in the future. Yeah, future, meaning hindi rin ako naka-enrol today. Walang offices today...! Who'd have thought? It's possible na they're given an extended weekend dahil Labor Day at Spiderman 3 premiere bukas. Pero ang klaro ng sabi sa 'kin, April 30. Sarado ang Offices ng Dean at Registrar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And that's how the first half of the day went on. Bad trip! Bad trip siguro ako sa process, or sa tao. Na hindi kasi masyadong consistent. Pero para sa akin forgivable yun e. Alam niyo na, mahaba pasensya ko sa ganyan. Masama siguro loob ko dahil nag-close na lahat ng schedule na gusto ko. Or dahil may chance na hindi ko makuha 'yun COMM201. Or bad trip ako dahil napagod ako sa paggising nang maaga at pagpunta dito. Sayang ang hype! Or maybe dahil I'm worried na hindi ko maihabol sa shift bid this week ang Reg Form ko. I need an early shift dahil mag-aaral na ako. HIndi ko tuloy alam kung bakit nangyayari 'to? Hindi ba ukol? HIndi meant to be? Does God have other plans? Ewan, ang labo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for now, after I post this, magpapayaman lang ako sa Neopets at uuwi na ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sabi ng kapatid ko, at ni Jesse ('yun anak ng officemate ko), hawig ko daw si Archie Alemania. Nyahahaha! Ang feeling! But with this blog entry, walastik din naman akong mag-reklamo 'no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-4387265779574749989?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4387265779574749989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=4387265779574749989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/4387265779574749989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/4387265779574749989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/04/reklamadordordordor.html' title='Reklamador...dor...dor...dor...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-1080157427470472953</id><published>2007-03-28T08:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T08:51:48.175+08:00</updated><title type='text'>comment booster</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come a little closer: Leave a comment here and I'll--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;1. Tell you why I friended you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;2. Associate you with a song / movie.&lt;br /&gt;3. Tell a random fact about you.&lt;br /&gt;4. Tell a first memory about you.&lt;br /&gt;5. Associate you with an animal / fruit.&lt;br /&gt;6. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you must spread this disease.  Post this in your own blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ito ang isang example. It came from my good friend, Chris. Siya ang pasimuno ng kalokohang 'to. Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. Mahilig tayong mag-isip, magsulat, at mamuna ng mga tao. Hindi ka nahihiyang sabihing paborito mo ang Jologs at iba pang Pinoy teeny bopper flicks. Totoo kang tao (hindi nga lang sa itsura. hehehe. joke lang.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Next In Line at Jologs - ikaw talaga ang naaalala ko kapag napapanood ko 'yan sa Cinema One! hahaha.&lt;br /&gt;3. Magaling kang magsulat, kailangan mo lang ng big break. Extra ako sa una mong pelikula ha. Papatulin ko 'yan kahit porn flick pa! =D&lt;br /&gt;4. Mga bata pa tayo noon sa publikasyon. Kinakitaan ko na ng potensyal 'yung mga artikulo mo (tseh!!!) kaya talagang naglakas-loob akong kaibiganin ko kayo nina Mona at Da. Ang una nating article, backmasking kung saan nakaabot tayo sa Pampanga(?).&lt;br /&gt;5. Kabayo. Dahil minsan mo nang pinagsabay ang trabaho at pag-aaral. Mahirap 'yun ah!!! Tapusin mo na muna kasi ang pag-aaral mo, tapos, gawa na tayo ng pelikula... or FUCKTASERYE, para merevolutionize ang primetime TV programs... whatchathink?!&lt;br /&gt;6. Are you still a virgin?&lt;br /&gt;7. In return, you must spread this disease. Post this in your own blog.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-1080157427470472953?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1080157427470472953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=1080157427470472953' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/1080157427470472953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/1080157427470472953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/03/comment-booster.html' title='comment booster'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-3225845654009388714</id><published>2007-03-02T07:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-03-06T00:57:06.101+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sick and tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weird lang. My sister sent me a message (uhm, ok, "texted," kahit minsan I still can't believe that now, "text" is a verb) asking me to drop by her school to take her stuff home because she's going somewhere else. Sure, sige. Sabay niyaya niya akong mag-lunch. And with my week-long craving for KFC's Orange Chicken na feeling ko ako lang ang nakaka-appreciate (some people didn't like it, right Chris?), sa KFC ko siya niyaya. I work at TeleTech, my sister's school is San Juan de Dios. Common denominator: SM Mall of Asia. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I'm halfway my meal, I felt fever creep through me. Weirdest feeling ever. I managed to finish my meal pero pag-uwi ko, nilalagnat na ako. So 'yun lang ang point ng two paragraphs at 131 words na nauna. I got fever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ng nanay ko huwag na lang ako pumasok. Muntik na akong mag-SL, pero "no." See, hindi naman talaga ako pala-absent e. Sabihin niyong bagsak ako sa Reliability. Hmpf! Last day ko na rin naman so OK lang. By the way, nag-away kami ni Mama few weeks ago dahil hindi na nga raw ako nagkakakain at "puro diet lang *daw*" ang inaatupag ko (which is not true, let me defend myself) at bahala daw ako pag may sakit ako. Kudos to my mom who didn't say a word when she learned I'm sick at hindi ako sinumbatan, at ipinagluto pa ako ng manok. Hehehe! Love you po!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On and off ang fever ko. Walang gamot na kailangan, rest lang talaga. Masakit ang lalamunan ko pero on/off din, weird. At sa office, wala akong lagnat. Weird talaga. And I'm still clueless as to what caused the fever. Siguro 'yun kapatid ko. Or KFC. Or OT stress. Or the past week's Bread Talk Cheese Floss overload. Or the month-long Starbucks abstinence (kailangan ko po magtipid kasi mage-enrol na ako). Or 'yun virus ni Ynnej dahil sabi niya "filing ko naabsorb m virus ko prng gmalnng ak bgla.." (sa text po 'yan). Whatever Jen, sige na sakitin na ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess 'yun lang ang blog entry na 'to. Wala ako maisip e. Hehehehe! May sakit lang siguro talaga ako.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing: have you checked this entry's title? It's really "sick and 'tried'" not the usual "sick and tired" phrase. I tried to move on, pero sabi nga nila hindi ganun kadali 'yun. I guessed Dem have answered my questions. &lt;em&gt;Maybe she thought it's just not proper, so she decided not to do it.&lt;/em&gt; And that leaves me what? Broken? Naks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-3225845654009388714?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/3225845654009388714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=3225845654009388714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/3225845654009388714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/3225845654009388714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/03/sick-and-tried.html' title='sick and tried'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-5395613930906942553</id><published>2007-02-22T12:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T12:28:28.406+08:00</updated><title type='text'>pet pet mo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;22nd February 2007. 10:30am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;My neopet was born!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Meet princetroi the scorchio... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5034210488565293058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMcB8rnS1AE/Rd0bxFd64AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/veEf5ZStEu8/s320/scorchio_green_baby.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/process_changepet.phtml?new_active_pet=princetroi" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/process_changepet.phtml?new_active_pet=princetroi" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Yun lang...&lt;a href="http://www.neopets.com/process_changepet.phtml?new_active_pet=princetroi" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-5395613930906942553?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/5395613930906942553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=5395613930906942553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/5395613930906942553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/5395613930906942553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/02/pet-pet-mo.html' title='pet pet mo'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMcB8rnS1AE/Rd0bxFd64AI/AAAAAAAAAAY/veEf5ZStEu8/s72-c/scorchio_green_baby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-1975077205446526815</id><published>2007-02-09T09:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T20:49:59.786+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sadako sudoku</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweldo pala ngayon. At, oist...! Huwag na huwag niyo akong mahihiritan ng "libre." Hindi ko birthday. Wehehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kung may isang bagay na nakatakda na ang tadhana, pera 'yun. One week pa lang bago ang payday, nakalista na ang mga dapat bilhin. Nakapila na ang mga taong dapat bayaran. Naka-reserve na sa Bench at Human ang mga damit for pick-up. Hahahaha! Nagtingin kami ng mga damit ni Dem kahapon sa SM Mall of Asia. Grabe, akala ko naman malaki ang suweldo ko kasi ibabalik 'yun sick leave credits namin. Mega pili naman ako ng damit. Sabi ko sa sarili ko babalikan ko kinabukasan. E 'yun, kulang pala pera ko. Bumalik na daw 'yun SL credits, pero ang liit pa rin ha. But it goes to show na ang pera, destined talaga para gastusin. Nyarks... ang tanga ng realization ko. Natural, kapag kinain mo ang pera, uhm, mapupunit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Anyway, rest day ko na naman. Hindi muna ako magre-rent ng VCD. Nagloloko ang speaker ko. 'Yun headset ko naman sobrang laki saka ang sakit at ang init sa tainga. Gusto kong pumunta sa Book Sale para bumili ng libro. Pero puro erotic romance naman 'yung libro dun, na may mga picture ng mga babaeng kurtina lang ang damit saka mga lalaking manyak. (Bakit kaya ang hilig ng mga babae sa ganyang libro? Supressed sexual desires? Tapos kapag nabuntis kami ang sisisihin... tsk tsk tsk...) Pero may na-discover akong bagay na kaya ko palang gawin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5031000137950486514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMcB8rnS1AE/RdGz-Fd63_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ICc_xazwoRk/s320/jigsodoki.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Yebah!!! Marunong na ako mag-Sudoku! Ynnej, maging proud ka naman sa 'kin. Marunong na ako mag-Sudoku!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko kasi siya na-gets nung umpisa. Tanga 'no? Mapagpanggap lang ako na kakayanin ng utak ko ang logic game na 'to. E, sorry naman. Kinaya ko nga! Dati kaya hindi ko siya naintindihan kasi ang directions: Write the numbers 1-9 on all the boxes (or, as in the example I have, letters A-I). So naisip ko, "eh di isulat, anong problema 'dun?" Tapos ang catch pala, bawal umulit horizontally, vertically, and per 3x3 box.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi sa Wikipedia (the free encyclopedia that everyone can edit), ang SuDoku ay pinaikling "suji wa dokushin ni kagiruna" na ang ibig sabihin ay "the digits must occur only once." Pero hindi daw sa Japan nag-originate ang game, kundi sa mga Magic Square or Latin Square ni Leonhard Euler. A, mga pakshet! Wala akong balak gawing math-history blog 'to. Nabanggit lang naman. Basahin niyo na lang sa Wikipedia lahat, pati techniques, logical analysis, saka probability. Wala akong pakialam dun e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Basta ako, may bagong addiction. At least 'yung kakarampot kong utak nahahasa, pagkatapos makipagmurahan sa mga Amerikano day-in-day-out for 5 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of addiction, may pirated DVD na daw ng Heroes. Ayoko i-promote ang piracy, pero sobrang ganda talaga ng Heroes so you should watch it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-1975077205446526815?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/1975077205446526815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=1975077205446526815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/1975077205446526815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/1975077205446526815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/02/sadako-sudoku.html' title='sadako sudoku'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_CMcB8rnS1AE/RdGz-Fd63_I/AAAAAAAAAAM/ICc_xazwoRk/s72-c/jigsodoki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-6451610024032101303</id><published>2007-02-05T21:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:35:40.463+08:00</updated><title type='text'>from bea and john lloyd...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MANUEL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bakit, kung sinabi ko ba sa 'yong mahal kita, sasabihin mo sa 'king "I Love You, too?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;MARIANNE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oo...! ...Siguro...hindi ko alam...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Naks...! My now all-time favorite classic movie line. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the weekend, (by weekend, I mean my days off, Thursday and Friday), with the hopes of supressing my depression, nag-rent ako ng mga 8 VCD titles. Malapit ko nang maging bestfriend ang VideoCity, if not for the un-interesting crew. (Blah...) Well a movie marathon won't be complete without Bea Alonzo in it, so I tossed in "Close to You." And damn, did the movie hit me bull's eye!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing though, it made me realize things. A lot of things...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short for mistakes. Let alone for missed opportunities. May mga bagay na kapag ginawa mo, major disaster. Pero kapag hindi mo ginawa, major regret. You just have to choose, not really of which will be a lesser risk, pero kung ano 'yung mas kaya mong panindigan. Sadly, on my end, mas pinili kong palampasin ang pagkakataon. I guess I'm not yet ready for another disaster? Sige na, &lt;em&gt;duwag na kung duwag&lt;/em&gt;. There, I said it. Kasalanan ko na siguro 'yun. So allow me to face the consequences, to learn things the hard way. Masakit, pero in the MasterChope er, MasterChoi tradition, yakang-yaka 'yan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi nga nila, "Those who didn't learn from their mistakes are bound to repeat them." Geez... I guess I'm one of those stupid people. Sorry lang. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I just needed time. To put my life back. So let me start by saying sorry for the blog I left behind. Sa blog na paulit-ulit lang ang kwento: love problem, work stress... and back. I'll put all my best efforts para maging OK na ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang. Hindi lang kasi ako makatulog ulit. May shift ako ng 2am, pero 7pm gising na ako. Hindi na ako makatulog. Kaya 'yun... I'm eager to go to work, I've got "papers to sign..." Naks! Time to straighten things out. Sabi ko nga sa new year's resolution ko nung birthday ko, kailangan matutunan ko muna mahalin ang sarili ko. So, yeah, aayusin ko muna buhay ko. February pa lang naman, di ba? Pwede pa humabol sa pagtupad ng resolution. Sige... lusot!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officially moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Pahabol: "Maging Sino Ka Man" Weeknights on ABS-CBN Primetime Bida. Yep, my primetime life is baaaack...!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-6451610024032101303?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/6451610024032101303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=6451610024032101303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/6451610024032101303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/6451610024032101303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/02/from-bea-and-john-lloyd.html' title='from bea and john lloyd...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-4836840573699814375</id><published>2007-01-27T14:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T01:37:39.517+08:00</updated><title type='text'>__appy new year...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;appy New Year? Or &lt;strong&gt;Cr&lt;/strong&gt;appy New Year?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko alam.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the past weeks had been tiring-depressing for me. It's hard to pretend na you're happy when you're really not. Kung sa bagay, after all, diyan naman magaling si Master Choi. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't even start a blog post. Dammit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-4836840573699814375?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/4836840573699814375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=4836840573699814375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/4836840573699814375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/4836840573699814375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2007/01/appy-new-year.html' title='__appy new year...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116746411561659469</id><published>2006-12-30T15:25:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-31T11:10:40.233+08:00</updated><title type='text'>zzz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Minsan kahit alam mong wala kang pag-asa, kahit alam mong dehado ka... mas lalo mong ipagpipilitan ang sarili mo. Kung kailan dapat kang matuto sa paulit-ulit na sakit, lalo ka lang namamanhid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan kahit alam mong napakalayo niya sa 'yo, pinipilit mo pa ring maging malapit. Pero madalas, bigo ka.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, kung sino pa'ng pinakamalapit sa 'yo, sa kanya mo nararamdaman ang milya-milyang distansya. May mga damdamin kasing hindi niya maramdaman. May mga bagay na hindi niya alam tungkol sa 'yo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan, nasanay ka sa isang mundo na akala mong napakadali. Nasanay kang masaya at walang problema sa piling ng mga taong palagi mong kasama. Pero mararamdaman mo na lang isang araw na malaki na ang nagbago. Nagbago na ba sila? O ikaw? Hindi mo alam. Pero alam mong nag-iba ang mundong nakasanayan mo na sa piling nila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Minsan nadarama mong kay bigat ng problema. Minsan nahihirapan ka at masasabing di mo na kaya.... Nyahahahaha! Hawak Kamay amp! &lt;em&gt;How come I&lt;/em&gt; sabi ni Chris... In fairness kinanta mo 'no? Hehehehehe... masyado na kasing seryoso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero para sa mga bagay, mga tao, at mga pagkakataong alam kong hindi ko na makukuha pa, para sa inyo ang kantang 'to. *You may click the title for the live version of the song... good luck sa dial-up* Masakit ang realidad, pero siguro, kahit papaano, sabi nga ng tropa ni Eli Buendia, "&lt;em&gt;sa panaginip na lang kita maisasayaw...&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.imeem.com/AzGHXz/music/MG8k5BZ8/sleeping_to_dream/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;Sleeping To Dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jason Mraz &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm dreaming of sleeping next to you&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling like a lost little boy in a brand new town&lt;br /&gt;I'm counting my sheep and each one that passes is another dream to ashes&lt;br /&gt;and they all fall down.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And as I lay me down tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes, what a beautiful sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sleeping to dream about you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;of having to live without you&lt;br /&gt;But I don't mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found myself in the riches (Your eyes, your lips, your hair.)&lt;br /&gt;And you were everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I woke up in the ditches.&lt;br /&gt;I hit the light and I thought you might be here &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but you were nowhere. (You were nowhere)&lt;br /&gt;Well, you were nowhere at home.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;As I lay me back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;Lord I pray that I can keep&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping to dream about you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm so tired&lt;br /&gt;of having to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping to dream about you&lt;br /&gt;and I'm so tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Just a little a lullaby to keep myself from crying myself to sleep at night.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sleeping to dream about you&lt;br /&gt;I'm so tired &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of having to live without you&lt;br /&gt;Well, I don't mind&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping to dream about you and I'm so tired&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116746411561659469?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116746411561659469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116746411561659469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116746411561659469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116746411561659469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/12/zzz.html' title='zzz'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116499878417186910</id><published>2006-12-02T02:37:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-12-02T02:55:07.516+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ayoko na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's eight in the morning, manic monday light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i see your perky smile and the worries are out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all day at work, we're just laughing all along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like everything's all right and nothing could go wrong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i love this feeling, but deep inside i'm hurting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it'd get me nowhere yet my heart can't stop hoping&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired of the truth that to you i'm just a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired of the fact that you're with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired and i'm hurt, and my heart is broke in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm never getting tired of loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's half past five, now sorrow's what i've got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;you're man is picking you up, waiting at the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;silent tears gently rolled down my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as i saw you two kissing, locked in an embrace&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i hate this feeling, i wish i never had it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i just can't fight it but i know i can't show it&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;'cause i'm tired of the truth that to you i'm just a friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired of the fact that you're with somebody else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired and i'm hurt, and my heart is broke in two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but i'm never getting tired of loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it's almost midnight, and the wind is feeling cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i close my eyes and wish i have you here to hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;i'm tired and i'm hurt, i'm down and i'm blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;but i guess i really won't get tired of loving you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;© 2006 by masterchoi.you saw this lit work first @ masterchoi.blogspot.com. please respect intellectual property rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Postscript: If you're thinking if it's a song, I actually wanted it to be. Kakapanood kasi ng Pinoy Dream Academy 'yan e. Hehehehe! Sa marunong mag-arrange diyan (arrange ng chairs?), sana matulungan niyo ako. If there's one thing na nagagawa ng depression, 'yun ay pinipiga niya ang creative juices mo. So, yeah, I am depressed. I guess I failed with my New Year's Resolution.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116499878417186910?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116499878417186910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116499878417186910' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116499878417186910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116499878417186910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/12/ayoko-na.html' title='ayoko na...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116461381877906391</id><published>2006-11-27T15:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T15:50:18.790+08:00</updated><title type='text'>see you soon, sprint 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/DSCF0547.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 408px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 306px" height="240" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/DSCF0547.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let's keep it short and simple, I guess. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;And less dramatic, perhaps? Magkikita pa naman tayong lahat di ba? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Strange lang nga talaga because I know we all felt some sort of connection. Nakakalungkot dahil we really have to part ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;TL Allan, Jen/Ynnej, Mary Kat, Mhon, Preciosa, Lowla, Kath, Jane, [TL Ben], Berns, Louise, Jigs, at sa mga wala diyan sa pics for some reasons pero sobrang importanteng part ng team: Ged, Sean, Gelo, Tine, Rouselle, Angelito, Angelik, Christian, Ronnie, Chinky, Dave... sobrang thank you sa inyong lahat. You've made it all fun and worthwhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sprint 4... Manaipoe. We'll see each other. Wala na nga lang tayong Aux 3 together. Take care always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116461381877906391?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116461381877906391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116461381877906391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116461381877906391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116461381877906391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/11/see-you-soon-sprint-4.html' title='see you soon, sprint 4'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116433437384843583</id><published>2006-11-24T10:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-24T10:12:54.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>coffee table exclusive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After the Sprint luau night, I was privileged to spend the night with four lovely women - Dem, Tine, Gail, and Ynnej (ka-team ko 'yan, marami na daw kasing Jen sa mundo so Ynnej na lang...) - at Starbucks. Spend the night talaga: we went there around half past twelve, natapos kami around half past five na yata. Sorry ulit kina Dimples, Jett, and the other baristas who needed to stay until we leave. Peace po! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What do you expect, kapag puro babae ang kasama mo... gossips! Malapit na akong maniwalang isa akong paparazzi or entertainment reporter sa past life ko dahil sobrang hilig ko sa kwento. But then, to clarify, their gossips are actually true anecdotes. Hindi gawa-gawa. I'm just using the word "gossip" to stress out how controversial the topics are. Hihihihi!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So 'yun, have one main topic. Or agenda. As for last night, ang main topic namin, office gossip. Again, gossiping is bad, but I'm just using the term. Totoo lahat ng mga pinagkwentuhan namin. Which is most of the time, mga buhay-buhay din naman namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things learned from "watching" a four-hour, four-woman talkathon:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The importance of color coordination. Sa damit, lalo na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sense of style, in general. So I'm guessing when I'm not around, they're talking how I only waer one and only one pair of shoes. Tsk tsk tsk...Or paranoid lang ako.  Call centers are like daily fashion ramps din minsan e. Well, sweldo na so bibili na ako ng sapatos. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kung kumikitang kabuhayan ka, unahin mong ayusing ang mukha mo. Ay pramis! Walang maniniwalang mayaman ka kung parang hindi na kaya ng DPWH or MMDA ang mukha mo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Surprisingly, totoo pa ring don't judge the book by its cover. Aminado akong 7.93 of 10 lang ako sa Cute Boy Meter ('yun 0.07 dahil sa recurring pimple scars, yun 1.0 dahil sa extra extra flab sa tiyan, yun remaining 1.0 e dahil pa-humble ako...) pero sobrang laitero ako. Namamana yata talaga 'yun. Kaya tuloy sa mga kwentuhan namin kanina, nagulat kami sa unexpected revelations. &lt;em&gt;"Boyfriend niya 'yun? E --------------- 'yun e... Sorry hindi ko akalain..."&lt;/em&gt; May taong inakala naming mabait pero masama pala ang ugali. May taong akala namin bading, yun pala, uhm, bading talaga? Our hunches are true? Hehehehe! So don't judge a book by it's cover. Sa table of contents, kapag wala talaga, then conclude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huwag munang maga-aasawa agad. So dati, sabi ko sa sarili ko 23 maga-asawa na ako. Ngayon inurong ko. Siguro 25. Or stretch na ang 29. Kasi sa work, ang daming nakahain na ulam. Parang buffet. Kung bago ka pumunta sa kainan e busog ka na, kawawa ka right? Kung kumain ka kahit busog ka na, uhm, tataba ka? Ayan, nasira ang analogy! Pero gets niyo di ba? Unless super mahal niyo ang isa't isa (like Apcarl and Joan, Mr and Ms [or Mrs] Sprint), huwag muna. Pero huwag din super late, mahirap 'yun. Baka sunggaban mo na lang kahit sinong babae diyan. Pangit naman 'yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Uso pala talaga ang mga kwentuhan sa CR. The reason why girls really take long sa rest rooms. Chikahan 'yan over make-up retouches. Hirap niyan kapag biktima ka ng tsismisan sa CR. Haaaay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Na-confirm ko lang kung gaano ka-kontrobersyal ang katatapos lang na TL promotion. And Gelo losing the race isn't much of a heartbreak anymore. Still, nakaka-disappoint pa rin. Pero tama si Tine, why sourgrape?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Walang karapatang magselos ang isang lalaki kung hindi mo naman shota 'yung babae. Pucha, ang sakit nun, Dem! Swerte ka kasi may understanding kayo. Exclusively dating kayo. E ako?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huwag maging power tripper. Enough said.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Huwag din magtitiwala sa mga tao sa isang inuman session. Hehe! Long Islang "iced Tea"? No, thank you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Be nice to everyone. True, you can't please everybody. E di 'wag. But at least be nice. It won't harm you naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Office gossip is still the best. 'Yan mga artista, hindi naman natin sila kilala. Pero 'yun mga kakilala at kasama natin sa trabaho... hehehehe! Sa mundo, it's either you're the story or you're the storyteller. At one point in our lives nagpagkukwentuhan tayo ng ibang tao. Pero at another point, admit it, tayo naman 'yun may kwento about someone else. Wala ngang in between sa mundo, only circumstances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116433437384843583?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116433437384843583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116433437384843583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116433437384843583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116433437384843583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/11/coffee-table-exclusive.html' title='coffee table exclusive'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116408309001723203</id><published>2006-11-21T12:18:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-21T12:28:50.020+08:00</updated><title type='text'>reality chepar</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;This past few days, naging parang isang reality show ang takbo ng account namin. Hindi ko naman sinasabing wala kami sa "reality." It's just how the way things went on for the past few weeks. Very dramatic.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me tuloy na Sprint-WLNP is turning another year old. Parang isang season na naman nga ang papasok. Season 3. To cap the new season off, a Luau-inspired night will be held on November 23rd (I might as well not use "luau party" dahil "luau" is the Hawaiian term for party). Buti na lang mababait ang clients; wala na ngang pasok sa Thursday dahil Turkey, er, Thanksgiving Day, anniversary pa namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pambihira rin naman ang naging mga pangyayari towards the Season 2 finale. Ang season finale: team reshuffle. But the turn of events... whew!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko pa, it was June 2006. Decision month sa Wave 11 kung mare-regular kami o hindi. Dahil sa sunud-sunod kong absent at naka-ambang resignation at the end of the month, akala ko hindi na ako pipirma. Well, Allan has just been very patient to his agents lang, partikular na sa akin at that time. Umabot pa daw ako sa debate with the Senior Team Lead and the Operations Manager, dahil ayaw daw nilang ma-convert ang status ko to regular. Gusto ko na siyang kalimutan dahil super tagal na nun, but allow me this one chance in my life na magmayabang: when I said " I'm so up for the challenge. Watch me." that time, paki-check na lang ang September-October score card ko. In a span of a month, na-shift ko ang 88% in September to 97% in October. OK, tama na ang pagyayabang, mahirap na maging Jeffrey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Obviously, I retracted my resignation and stayed. Tumibay ang team namin. Na-regular 'yung Wave 12 agents namin, sina Dave at Jenny. Nadagdagan kami from Wave 13 (Rouselle) and 14 (Kath, Mary Kat, and Preciosa). Isasama ko na rin na pregnant na si Chinky. Hehehehe! Then super saya na ng Manaipoe. Hehehehe! Then, the season ender or the last quarter...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nagkaroon ng opening for 3 new supervisors. Na-promote as Operations Manager sa Bacolod si STL Gilyn, so may isang TL na mapo-promote as Senior TL, then 3 new teams will absorb the new Wave 16 agents. Nasaan ang Wave 15? Nasa Written Correspondence. From our team, nag-apply sina Gelo, Tine, Sean, at Ged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nauso ang team building ng mga team. Nag-team building kami sa Guiguinto, Bulacan. Which I think I'll discuss on a later entry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dahil masaya ang unang team building, nagplano kami ng pangalawa. Hehehe! Pero sa sobrang saya namin, pinalungkot kami ng balitang magkakaroon ng reshuffle. The more we felt the need to have a team building again, kahit bubuwagin na nga ang team namin...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gelo (and Sean?) made it to the Final Six na pagpipilian for promotion. Akala ng mga nag-apply, wala nang interview and everything will be based on the exams. Pero hindi. Eventually, for some odd reasons, Gelo didn't make it. For one, the heartbreak was shared by the whole team. I, personally, expected that he's a sure win. I was hoping nga na next reshuffle season e kung hindi kay Allan ulit, kay Gelo or kay Tine ako mapunta. Kung alam niyo lang kung sino ang palaging kinukulit ng mga bagong agents for supv calls. Kung alam niyo lang kung sino ang palaging naka-Aux 2 for floor support. I just thought it's time for their efforts to be recognized. What better way to recognize it than to be promoted, right? Nakakalungkot lang talaga 'yun, lalo pa't it was his second time to apply.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nadagdagan kami ng Wave 16 agents. Sina Lowla, Ronnie, Angelik, Louise, Christian, Bernard, at Jigs. At plantsado na ang Manaipoe Team Building Part 2.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;First stop, Friday aftenoon, nasa Eat Bulaga kami. Nasabon ako ng buong team dahil 1 hour akong late (sabi ko nga hindi 100% natupad ang New Year's Resolution e). Pero nung nag-start na ang show, ha! Parang walang nangyari. Hehehehe! Bati-bati lahat. To compensate tuloy, I have to give Allan, Kath, and Jenny a Starbucks beverage each. Para talagang nakalimutan ni Allan 'yung atraso ko sa kanya dahil sa Bulaga Invasion namin kasi nagtaka siya kung bakit ko siya dinalhan (kung alam mo lang Allan, akin dapat 'yun Caramel Frappe na yan...). And, as if ginagantihan ako ng tadhana for being late, walang ni isang tanungin ko ang nakakita sa akin sa TV. Grar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Next stop, Sunday afternoon. Sa Bulacan ulit. Sa may Luntiang Paraiso. Parang sa Guiguinto din yata. Eion... masaya, pero nagka-shortage ng food at drinks. Aminado si Allan, nag-abono siya. Hahaha! Salamat sa Unleaded na tinuro ni Sean (mix of Red Horse, gin, and pineapple juice). Na hindi umepekto sa akin. Tumataas na yata ulit ang alcohol threshold ko. Or kapag frustrated ka lang sa buhay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The following week, napakilala na ang mga bagong promote: sina Archfil, Apcarl, at Selina. Congrats mga bagong TL! Naks...! I know for a fact na tadtad ng kontrobersya 'yang promotion na 'yan, pero guys, it won't be given to you if you don't deserve it right? Yez..! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nagbunutan na rin sila para sa mga bagong team. Sina Ged, Kath, Jerome, at (may isa pa, nakalimutan ko) lang ang natira kay Allan. Sina Jenny at Dave, at Sean, kay Apcarl. Sina Mary at Chinky, kay Archfil. Si Rouselle, kay Fran. Si Tine at Gelo, kay TL Kiko. Si Preciosa at Mhon, kay TL Selina. Si Mela, kay TL Ben. At ako, walang kasamang nalipat kay TL Nenejoy. OK naman, coolness din ang bago kong TL. Yebah! And it's as if pinaparusahan pa rin ako for being late sa Bulaga, 2am ang shift na napunta sa akin. On a lighter note, salo lahat ng holiday pay, kumpleto ko pa ang Primetime, ka-team ko pa si Cherry na super miss ko nang makasama. Yehey! Apir Cherry!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Eion, everything is fixed, we're now down to the season's final week. And looking forward to the Luau event. After all these, na-realize ko how fast things come and go. I've heard from a friend na mauuso na naman daw ang resignations, mostly coming from the tenured ones na 3 years na rin sa Teletech. Naisip ko, who's next in line di ba? Ako, hindi ko pa rin yata alam kung anong mangyayari sa akin sa trabahong iyan. All I know is I'm doing it to support myself. By the time na nakabalik na ako sa school, somehow fulfilled and satisfied, saka ko na siguro maiisip if I should take a nocth higher sa "career" na 'to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, congrats to Chris, who made it to their Product Specific Training sa E-performax. Good luck chong. &lt;em&gt;Putangina, itigil niyo nga 'yan!&lt;/em&gt; Hehehehe! Kaya ka pala may memo... I still can't believe pinatulan mo ang call center industry. Just the same, I'm proud of you. Galeng!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116408309001723203?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116408309001723203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116408309001723203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116408309001723203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116408309001723203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/11/reality-chepar.html' title='reality chepar'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116374252587977231</id><published>2006-11-06T06:46:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T13:48:45.890+08:00</updated><title type='text'>the one after the birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang dami kong nasa isip. Wala akong ma-blog. Ehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me start by saying thank you to the following people: Chris, Maica, Corie, Paula, Rc, Cy, Francine, Conrad, Simonette, Siel and Diet, Carol, Jeramie, Dianne, Lhise, kay Tito Efren, Tita Cora, kina Patrick, Gilbert, Cherry, Aica, Jed, Chinky, Rose, the whole ManaiPoe team, TL Lei, newbies Allan and Ricky, some of the Sprint people, Froi,  and Angiel (na ka-birthday ko pala!), for obvious reasons that they knew my birthday, remembered to greet me, text me up, tap me at the back or somewhere else, make "beso" (yeah, if you have pretty girl friends and you're super close friends with them, may "friendly beso" kapag nagba-'babay' or kapag may "happy birthday" or "merry christmas" [paki-bilang ang quotation marks sa statement na ito]), and after all these, never forget to ask for a blowout. Whew! Mga Pinoy talaga! Sanay na sanay humingi ng libre. Yeah, maghintay kayo ng libre. Next year! Hahaha! Example ng next year, 'yung "toogs toogs" natin Francine. Hahahaha! Or siguro sa summer okies? (Ano 'yung "toogs toogs"? Go figure.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Expect this to be a post-birthday blog entry. The One After the Birthday. You get 100 points if you know kung anong sitcom ang gumagamit ng ganyang style for episode titles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;How did the whole day go? My shift started at 12mn. My first call isn't really remarkable, so I'm looking forward to another year of "blah" work. I only got 2 inbound calls the whole shift, sobrang laki ng 'avail' namin, thanks to the new Wave 16 of Sprint-WLNP. Pinag-outbound tuloy ako. So my AHT soared up to 9 minutes, or 24 minutes according to the damn tracker. Yeah, really looking forward to a year of "blah" at work. To compensate for the inconvenience (huh?), I got myself a Starbucks Caramel Frappuccino Blended Coffee. Naks! I can spell a Starbucks beverage aside from my favorite Tazo Green Tea and Cappuccino. So... I'm looking to one great year with my Starbucks Planner. Ehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm out at 9am. Excited sa Red Ribbon Chocolate Marjolaine. Na hindi ko rin nabili dahil nagsara ang Red Ribbon sa amin. Nalugi yata. Haaaaay... 20 years of Goldilocks. Not bad, though I'm wishing for something new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Unusual dahil hindi umulan. Or maybe umulan nung 5 hours na tulog ako. Hehehehe! Tuwing birthday ko kasi umuulan e. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Practically, it's another in-house birthday. Officially naglagay na kami ng christmas tree to start the Christmas season. Ako naglagay ng star. It felt good. After all, ako pa rin ang bunso. I'm always entitled to such "childlike" things. It could also mean another year na intact ako sa family ko, pero the focus is on me again. Mainly dahil babalik na akong school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;New Year's Resolution: ehem! Medyo nabawasan in fairness. It feels good na kahit papaano may na-accomplish ako, pero hindi 100%. Katulad ng hindi na ako male-late, or na seseryosohin ko na ang workout. If there's one resolution I'll be making for this year, siguro, is to learn how to love and appreciate my self. Tama nga sila, mahirap umasang mamahalin ka ng ibang tao kung ikaw sa sarili mo hindi mo naman 'yun magawa. (In an undertone: Kailangan ko na ng girlfriend.).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kaya to start off, kailangan batiin ko muna ang sarili ko. Master Choi, Happy Birthday. ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116374252587977231?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116374252587977231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116374252587977231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116374252587977231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116374252587977231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/11/one-after-birthday_06.html' title='the one after the birthday'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116207290866566184</id><published>2006-10-29T05:56:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T10:35:15.076+08:00</updated><title type='text'>thank god for internet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So where am I right now?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the office? Correct. Working? Wrong. I think I wish I was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Early this year, nung natapos yun contract ko sa isa kong account, 2 weeks akong walang work. Sobrang bummed ako sa bahay. Asar na asar ako kasi parang wala akong magawa, hindi ako productive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As much as what I'm feeling now. Pumasok ako, pero naka-VL pala ako. Nasayang ang lahat. (cue True Faith's "Sayang ang Lahat" here). The story: three weeks ago I filed for leave for 27-28 October, Friday/Saturday para katabi ng off ko. Last week before ako mag-off, I checked it if it's approved, hindi daw. But it turns out, with the mood I'm implying, na-approve siya. Friday night, I'm a minute late. TL Allan called my attention, "Largado, VL ka?" Nakita ko sa tracker, approved ang Friday, pero hindi yung Saturday. So I didn't mind what he was saying while I check the tracker. Ito ang catch: the thing he was saying, that I didn't mind, is that "approved ang leave mo for Friday... and Saturday." Stupid Choi. I know, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis lang, kapag naka-login ako I wish na matapos na ang shift. Ngayon naman nakatanga lang ako sa office, gustung-gusto kong magtake ng calls. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess nobody ever gets contented in life. Haaaaay...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with no work to do and 9 full hours ahead, what am I to do? Internet galore! Woohoo! Hindi ka nga lang makapag-Friendster at hindi ko rin ma-access ang blog ko. But I'm surprised na pwede na ang &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;color:#99ff99;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;blogger&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from my usual sites, lately, na-hook ako sa fall season clash ng US networks. Na-addict na yata ako sa Heroes, Studio 60, Friday Night Lights, Ugly Betty, and The Nine, in that exact order. The first three shows are from &lt;a href="http://www.nbc.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;NBC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;: a mature, more realistic version of an X-Men plot, the drama behind the scenes of a live comdey show, and the lives of the football team members of a famous town high school. Ugly Betty, obviously, is the American "Betty La Fea"; "The Nine" twists the nine lives involved in a bank robbery incident. Both from &lt;a href="http://www.abc.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;ABC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Haaaay, lately, naa-Americanize na ang utak ko. The only Pinoy thing I'm proud to say I'm watching, because of limited time, and since they're great materials, "Super Inggo" and "Maging Sino Ka Man." Yeah, who wouldn't love Bea and find Anne hot, right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero ang galing lang kasi these networks came up with the idea of archiving last weeks episodes in full video stream. Thank you so much. When will CBS follow? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nga pala, watch out for The O.C.'s 4th season. Thursday, 02 November on Fox.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, natapos ko na ang write-up ni Francine. A write-up I don't think she liked, or I don't think made it to the deadline. Peace talaga Francine... sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was one Thomas moment. Accomplished. The other one, and this one Dianne already guessed would make it to my next blog entry (hindi nga lang headline kasi my stupidity over the VL thing is a bigger news), I spent last night's shift-turned-leave over at Russell's dorm near UP Diliman. Haaay... for one thing, makulay talaga ang buhay UP dahil sa dorm. Hehehehe! Yeah, the two girls initiated the drinking session. Interesting, huh? It was one great night: naligaw ako sa UP Village; some conyo guy gave me directions who didn't do much help, may isang tricycle driver (mas conyo actually) na nagalit sa akin dahil daw dapat sa kabila na kami dumaan (e di ba dapat ikaw may alam kasi ikaw ang driver?); I heard Diether on his radio stint and learned he is graduating (congrats bro); and I find myself soooo in the mood for rounds of Red Horse beer... na may Extra Joss. I think I'd call it, uhm, Red Joss? Hindi, Extra Horse. Nyehehehehe! Mas nagising ako kaysa nalasing. The drink, plus 'yung kakulitan ng dalawa (na na-miss ko). New things learned: the process of evaporation, condensation, moist; what could burn 350 calories per deed (yeah, I know you know too); the real scoop between what I thought was a perfect relationship; memories are more vivid if you reminisce with friends, rather than reading your high school yearbook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of this stupid mistake with my vacation leave, thank God mabilis ang internet sa office, wala ang Ops Manager, and I got myself a Choco Java Chip from Starbucks, and I shared the same leave accident with my Starbucks angel Dimples (who'd have thought?). Still, not a perfect idea of a 'leave,' but with all these, it's somehow a bearable compensation. Sometimes you have to make the most out of the things you do (and do not) have.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chow! Ciao pala. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116207290866566184?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116207290866566184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116207290866566184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116207290866566184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116207290866566184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/thank-god-for-internet.html' title='thank god for internet'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116157757986501291</id><published>2006-10-23T12:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-23T12:26:19.886+08:00</updated><title type='text'>fine, last na</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bago ako mag-birthday, allow me these four rants. Perhaps, or I wish, the last rant set I'll have for the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First:&lt;/strong&gt; Good news, mage-enroll na ako by June. Every plan is being straightened out. Kung baga sa isang pelikula, story conference na. May parts na pwedeng ma-scrap, pwedeng mapalitan. May possibility na ma-delay ang movie project, or totally ma-shelf. Consider the movie being "The College Project." As in this case, finances pa rin ang issue, pero slight na lang. Eveyrthing is almost settled kasi: Binigay ni Mama sa akin ang buong November payout ko to celebrate, to pay the bills, and for Christmas shopping. Under the agreement na ang 13th month pay at ang buong December payout e sa kanila, para sa business. OK fine, sagot ko na ulit ang Noche Buena at and Media Noche. Oh yeah! Still, under the agreement na beginning January 2007, itatabi ko na ang 80% ng sweldo ko for my enrollment. People, this is not to say that for the two years na wala ako sa school at nagtrabaho ako e wala akong naipon. Nakabili naman ako ng printer, at nakatulong nang malaki sa business, which could've helplessly died have I not helped out. Gusto ko lang this time, may konkretong 'pera' na nakalaan for at least a sem, maybe a year. Finances, check. Schedule dry run, check. Dahil by November ay may shift bid kami, from then on palagi na lang akong hihingi ng 11pm (Manila Time) shift. Regardless of the days off. Then I'm planning of getting schedules that will start at 9am. Para may 1hr allowance. Na alam ko namang kulang for cases such as extended calls, tarffic jam, team meeting, and the like. Thank you sa bagong online emrollment system ng Dot.Letran, pwede ako makapagview ng schedule, if not enrol online dahil hindi pa pwede dahil hindi ako enrolled for the previous sem. Actor, check. Wala lang, ready na ang mindset ko. Every day is like a planning day, surfing the Letran site, calling old college peers. Tuloy na rin ang workout para mag-iba naman ang image ko. Naks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rant: my schedule doesn't fit with my plans the way I want it. Una, kailangan kong mag-full load. Which consists of 9 subjects, a total of 26 units with 1 major subject, 1 irritating PE class which ruined it all, 1 Philippine Lit class na kailangan kong ulitin dahil sa INC grade ko (remember, I gave up my finals for my first ever call center job interview? nagbabasa ka ba?), and 1 Statistics class na, uhm, wala lang gusto kong magmagaling. Gusto ko ubusin ang Math class ko. Pangalawa, I'm not going to switch from full-time to part time CSR. Nagtrabaho na rin lang ako, hindi ko pa sagarin di ba? I need the money, besides. Pangatlo, I'm not giving up my gym workouts. Never. Oo, tamad ako. Pero I don't think na by then e maiisip kong umalis sa gym. Ewan ko ba. At kailangan ko itong itago sa nanay kong ayaw na naman akong nagpupunta sa gym. Get this: 9-hour shift, 1-hour work-to-school spare time, 6-hour class, 2-hour workout = 18 hours. I have only 6 hours of sleep. Less 1-hour spare time pag-uwi sa bahay at 1-hour spare time home-to-work. 4 hours of sleep. Dammit. Gusto ko lang naman mag-aral at magtrabaho, pero ayoko pang mamatay! I want to graduate, at this point I'm feeling the desire to get a higher position, and I'm so serious about being lean (read: higher position. read: lean.). Hindi ko na alam kung makakaya ko pa, di bale na lang kaya. Ako pa ba kaya ang nasa puso niya? Di bale na lang kaya. Pero mahal ko siya... Uy napakanta! Nyahahaha! Pero seryoso. Kung baga sa movie, ang hirap maging schedule master kung ang producer, scriptwriter, at actor ay ikaw mismo. ('Yung headwriter at director syempre si God). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second:&lt;/strong&gt; Good news, I was browsing through the Letran site, grabe nagulat ako. Si Sherman, 'yung ka-block ko nung First Year, student council president na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rant: self-pity mode. On. Full. Parang walang nangyayari sa buhay ko. Gone are the days na umeepekto pa ang pagmamayabang ng nanay ko na, "ikaw nga, 18 years old pa lang, may trabaho na. 'Yung iba graduate na, walang mapasukan." Pwede niyo na isuplong ang nanay ko sa Bantay Bata 163 sa kasong Child Labor na walang permit ng Department of Labor and Employment. Parang, sinasabi ng utak ko, "Ma, we're talking about academics here. Graduating na ang mga ka-batch ko... WTF?" Sherman, congrats pare. Huwag mo ako kalimutan, sa darating na halalan. Ibigay mo naman sa akin pwesto mo. Joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third:&lt;/strong&gt; Good news. Naka-move on na ako. Or hindi naka-move on, the pain somehow subsided. OK na e. I forgot all about the whole flight. I just pushed away the idea that it'll ever happen. Nakakatulong talaga ang work, with all your officemates being cheerful, they keep your mind off your stresses. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rant: Akala ko lang pala. At ako naman 'tong si "Mr. Gullible" sabi ni TL Warren dati, kahit sa mga forwarded quotes nagpapaniwala. Nakaka-aning lang. Pagkabukas ko ng message, alam ko namang quote. Pero a part of me wished it's true. Then I scrolled down, ayun ang punchline nung joke/quote. And it did punch me. Ulol, chong, gising. May shota na 'yan, wangak! &lt;em&gt;Akala ko OK na 'ko, malayo na ko sa anino mo, maganda na buhay ko... pero wala pa rin. Kahit anong gawin ko... lagi na lang akong talo... lalung-lalo na sa 'yo!&lt;/em&gt; (Uy... Chris, saang movie 'yan? Hahahaha! I know you know!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth:&lt;/strong&gt; Good news, may pasok na ang 02 November. Sabi ko dati kapag nagkaroon ng pasok ang birthday ko, pwede na 'ko mamatay. Kinilabutan tuloy ako. Hehehehe! Pero cool kasi may pasok na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rant: It's on a very wrong timing. If I'm in school, I'd love the news. I'll go out with friends. E kaso, nasa work ako. It should be a holiday para may holiday pay ako. Screw you, Gloria! Waaaaa!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaaaay... It's the last week of October. Kailangan maganda ang mood... I'm looking forward to two evaluations this week. Kailangan kasi 4 evals a month, naka-leave ako nung week 2 kaya wala. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to a rant-free year next year. Hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116157757986501291?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116157757986501291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116157757986501291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116157757986501291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116157757986501291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/fine-last-na.html' title='fine, last na'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116106248696262060</id><published>2006-10-17T13:15:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T13:21:26.980+08:00</updated><title type='text'>tres, cuatro, cinco...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagkatamaran na mag-update. Walang nagbabasa e. Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole VL thing had been as lazy. Pero it felt good dahil sobrang nakabawi ako ng tulog. O sige, pati ng kain. Ubos na 'yung supplement ko, hinihintay ko pa pati 'yun bagong program ko. Kaya tinamad akong mag-workout. Napa-rice din tuloy ako. Hehehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tulog, kain, saka TV ang nabawi ko dahil sa VL. Primetime bits: Nakakaasar 'yung ibang contestants sa Kapamilya: Deal or No Deal, obvious kasi na may kaya sila at experience at thrill lang ang hanap. Aksaya sa airtime, saka sana sa iba na lang binigay 'yung slot to play (ehem!). Mataas na daw ang ratings ng Super Inggo. Naks! Congrats! Galeng! Mababa pa rin daw ang ratings ng Maging Sino Ka Man. Pero kebs. Super ganda, grabe. Kudos to the cast, the writers, the directors, syempre lahat ng staff. You may think it's the same 'amnesia' plot of a very typical soap, pero iba e. Ang galing. *clap clap* And Anne Curtis is hooottt. As for Crazy for You, wala lang. Nanay ko lang naman may gusto diyan, dahil kay Luis e. Pero as of last night, the secrets are all out. Nothing much. I felt bad when RJ got expelled from Pinoy Dream Academy. He's definitely one of the higher-mediocre scholars. Ang nakakaasar lang kasi, Kristoff got saved again ng text votes. Ewan ko ba! Rar! Minalas si RJ sa kanta ni Christian Bautista, he pulled off a Jason Mraz hit just fine, pero wala e. Ganun talaga. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Friday the 13th is definitely one of the best "Friday-the-Thirteenths" ever. Simple lang naman. Originally, I filed for a Tuesday-Satudray leave, para magkakadugtong sa 2 set ng rest days. E kaso, hanggang Thursday lang ang na-approve. Then bago ako mag-off nun Saturday before the leave, chineck ko ulit kay Ben. Aba, na-approve pati Friday. May nag-resign daw kasi, so napunta sa akin ang slot. Nice! Got another treat when I got a call from Erok of AIG Credit Cards. Ia-approve daw nila ang credit card application ko. Talaga? Given na 19 lang ako? Sana maging swerte. And to wrap up the 'great' day, nagyaya ng movie si Francine. 3 lang kami ni Conrad, pero it felt good pa rin. We watched "Barnyard." Si Courtney Cox pala 'yun isa sa mga voices dun. Hehehe! Easy movie, not that great though. Less than 15 lang kami sa sinehan sa Mall of Asia, pwede ngang mag-MMFF Parade of Stars sa luwag e. Hahahaha! Pero OK na rin. Sabi ko nga, ayoko ng crowd. Si Francine din, gusto umalis pero ayaw ng maraming tao. E si Conrad, hello, crowd ba 'yun? Nyahahaha! Just perfect.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday na, may pasok na ako tonight. Pumasok ako nung Saturday, pero off ko naman ulit so parang wala lang. Sabi ni TL Allan, kasalanan ko daw kaya hindi nakabawi ang team sa QA. Kasi nga hindi nagi-evals pag Sabado, kaya wala akong grade for the week. Asus, kahit naman nandyan ako wala rin e. Pero in a way, kahit joke 'yun, I consider that as the "half-meant" jokes. Na-flatter ako kasi parang considered ako as pambawi, na kahit mababa ang team average, pwede ko raw hatakin pataas. Ayii! Oi Choi tama na, epal ka na.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last na: The last time na nanood ako ng sine, sumakay ako ng FX pauwi. Tapos may bading sa tabi ko. May kasama pa siya actually pero naunang bumaba. Tapos the whole time mula Gil Puyat hanggang Libertad tumitingin siya sa akin at nagsi-smile. Ako naman, iwas. Pero pag titingnan ko siya, just to check kung nakatingin pa rin, e naktingin pa nga. I agree na sa get-up ko nun ('yung usong shirts ngayon na light-colored tapos yung edge nung manggas saka collar mas darker na kulay tapos *medyo* fitted, tapos naka-jacket, jeans, at semikal ako ulit ngayon), e mukha akong pa-cute. Pero geez, is he thinking I'll get it on with him? Do I look like that type of person? Kasi, to be honest, pangatlo na 'tong nangyari sa akin. Twice sa FX, isa sa jeep. Sa jeep, matindi, kinindatan pa ako. Freaky talaga. In a way, flattering din dahil siguro para sa kanila, cute ka. Pero nakakainis, kasi sa 3 beses na nangyari sa akin 'yun, walang babaeng involved. Rar! May mga guys daw na gwapo lang para sa mga bading. Maybe it's better than not being gwapo at all. Pero, uhm, pwede wag na lang?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Super last na: pagbalik ko nung Saturday, may mga humihingi sa akin ng pasalubong. Sabi ko, "pasalubong? Sa Pasay lang ako galing e..." Tapos sabi nung officemate kung isa, "sabi nila galing kaw raw ng Davao?" Wow! Bull's eye. Sakit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116106248696262060?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116106248696262060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116106248696262060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116106248696262060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116106248696262060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/tres-cuatro-cinco.html' title='tres, cuatro, cinco...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116048024530518752</id><published>2006-10-10T19:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T19:37:25.316+08:00</updated><title type='text'>dos</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Master Choi Master Vacation Day 2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payday. Sabi ko na nga ba the payday won't do me much good. I'm torn between my personal "utang" and 'yung mga kailangan bayaran sa bahay, which I promised my parents I'll help out. Moral lesson: huwag maging masyadong mabait. (a) Mabait ka na nga sa pinagkakautangan mo at alam naman nilang kaya mong magbayad, barubal pa rin sila. Ang kapaaaal! (b) Baka akala ng mga magulang mo ay isa kang huwarang anak, at makalimutan nilang hindi mo 100% obligasyon na i-surrender ang sweldo mo sa kanila. I mean, don't get me wrong. Of course you have to help out. Magkaroon ka naman ng hiya di ba. But at the same time, minsan kasi the pressure's on you, na "bakit kulang 'to?" Haaaay... now I know how these young stars feel. Hahahaha! Not that I hate my parents. Again, have I learned how to budget my money, mas nakakatulong sana ako. Mas malaking naitutulong ko sa finances, the sooner na mase-settle namin ang mga utang namin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Movie. Wala nang 1thou ang natira sa sweldo ko. The cheapest form of compensation I can get for myself is a movie treat. First off, "Pulse." Nakaka-praning. Horror level: 5.5  of 10. It's a virus or something wherein masyado nang napanghimasukan ng humankind ang supernatural frequencies. Grabe! So' yun pala ang itsura ng U.S. without internet and mobile phone service. Hahahaha! Minsan, one reason why I love to watch these flicks is to see how they look stupid, cramming over something stupid (serial killers, ghost, super villains). Sobrang sungit ng mga Amerikano over the phone, mga mukha rin namang aning. Haha! Next one, "First Day High." And the horror continues. Hahaha! I've read something na it's an improved version of "Jologs." I beg to disagree. Love team si Patrick at Jodi that time but the movie didn't dwell much on them, unlike kina Kimerald. Scrap their stuff, OK 'yun kina Maja, Geoff, Jason. Towards the end. The movie has a great story to tell pa naman. Pero OK pa rin nonetheless. Sige na nga! It almost made me wanna run out of the theater nung umpisa, felt somehow thankful I didn't. And this movie proves how annoying it is if a movie has narrations. Tama nga sila, scriptwriters should show, not tell. And lastly, what's with the effort to be like "High School Musical"? Ano ba? Not everyone liked it, or even got the chance or the cable channel to watch it. Please...!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thomas. Phoned Marj for some afternoon coffee, she can't. It's their baccalaureate tomorrow. I'm sooo proud of you Marj. Congrats!!! Called Corie, she can't either. She'd with her friends, and with her new boyfriend. Nice. Dianne, no picking up. Francine, headed home. Pero she planned a Friday movie night out. We both wanted lesser people though. Gusto lang naman namin lumabas, but not with a large crowd. Tamang kung sino lang available or mahagilap first hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 2 is almost done. &lt;em&gt;Oright...!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116048024530518752?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116048024530518752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116048024530518752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116048024530518752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116048024530518752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/dos.html' title='dos'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-116039231866567560</id><published>2006-10-09T19:10:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T19:11:58.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>uno</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Master Choi Master Vacation Day 1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ofifcially, hindi ko pa VL. Sunday-Monday ang rest day ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naubos ang buong araw sa pagsama sa ate ko na pumila sa National Statistics Office. Which, by the way, moved to a better office along Macapagal Ave. (Try niyo pumunta, say, para kumuha ng birth certificate, iisipin niyong ginawa siya ng students ng Philippine School of Interior Design hehehehe!).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never imagined na pipila ako sa isang government office on my first day of my Master Vacation. Ewan ko ba sa school nina ate, kailangan issued ng NSO ang birth certificate, else, no permit. No Permit, No Exam. No ID, No Entry. Bayad Muna Bago Baba. Ay! Wala na... Hehehehe. Pero 'yun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the same, dahil sa goverment office siya, may kabagalan sa proseso. But better, compared sa experience ko last year. And compared sa ibang government agency, mabilis sila in fairness. Census Serbilis nga e. Hehehe!&lt;br /&gt;The NSO experience reminded both of us about, what else, kung hindi "You Are The One." Sally (Toni Gonzaga) works sa Census. We watched it together. Lately, nagiging bonding session na namin ng kapatid ko ang Pinoy flick trip. Ewan ko ba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bonding, na-realize ko na work's inotixicated me that much na ang tagal ko nang hindi nakaka-bonding nang matagal ang kapatid ko. Minsan uuwi na 'yan, gabi na. Nasa work na ako, or maybe paalis pa lang. Papasok naman 'yan nang maaga, e 9am pa ako nakakuwi. Minus the "ayokong-pumila-sa-isang-government-office-dahil-it's-not-my-idea-of-a-vacation" factor, nakapag-bonding naman ulit kaming magkapatid, which is cool. And the very reason of a vacation, para naman may time ka na ulit sa family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just so sad, kasi gusto ko yayain ang kapatid ko on a night out. One thing na, *I think* e hindi pa niya nararanasan dahil (a) strict si Mama, (b) nag-aaral siya, (c) nagwo-work ako kaya ko siya na-experience pero once lang. Hehe! Kaso exams niya. Ayun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And cool thing, unlike sa set-up nina Sally (Toni) and Charry (Jodi) sa movie, wala naman kaming masyadong inggitan sa bahay. It's normal na maasar siya when the "bunso" gets much favor over the "panganay" pero usually get over it quickly. Cool nga e.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day 1 is over. Primetime Bida lang 'yan the whole night. Bukas, sweldo na. Pero hindi ko na naman mararamdaman dahil sa dami ng utang ko. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-116039231866567560?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/116039231866567560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=116039231866567560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116039231866567560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/116039231866567560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/uno.html' title='uno'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115993017458662005</id><published>2006-10-04T10:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T10:49:35.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>for a chance to win...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Relieved I guess.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew it, my OT calls yetserday were captured. QA Jay has just been merciful enough to give me a mark of 87%. Thanks yous. As in. Pasado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakahinga rin naman ako nang maluwag knowing na konti pa lang talaga ang nakakapasa sa amin for the week. Grabe. Karamihan bagsak. Though I'm not joyous over someone else's failure. Hindi po ako ganun. I'm just being honest na I felt relieved na bumagsak man ako for the week e marami naman akong karamay if ever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna leave the stress of work behind, as much possible. And it'll take me much effort, I guess. Well anyway, I just have to endure this heavy week, and rewards will be great. As great as a grand vacation. Yaaaaahoooooo!!! Approved ang VL ko! So I'm looking forward to a long weekend. After my Monday rest day e VL ko ng Tuesday to Thursday, which also is my payday. Nice! Yeah, hindi ko dapat masyadong batiin dahil it may get ruined. Pero keber. Hindi mo na mababawi ang VL na na-approve unless i-retract mo at pumasok ka. Which is something I wouldn't ever do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sa mga kaibigan kong sem break na next week, wala lang kamusta. Hahahahaha! Akala niyo invited kayo 'no? Well sure I've been dying to see you guys. But right now I'm not comfy to go out as a group. Like the Thomas group. Hi guys nga pala! We can do it like, in small 'packs' ayt? Pasensya na, may sarili akong problema at hinid ko pa masyadong kayang humarap sa tao. So 'yun. At hindi ko kayo ililibre ha, just so I could clear that out. Hahaha!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yun lang. Uwi na ako. 28 days to go. Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115993017458662005?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115993017458662005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115993017458662005' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115993017458662005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115993017458662005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/for-chance-to-win.html' title='for a chance to win...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115981384312629039</id><published>2006-10-03T02:26:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T03:21:07.626+08:00</updated><title type='text'>don't whack...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently feeling: depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;[Haaay... missed those days na ang blog entry ko pa e may one word description of what I'm currently feeling. Which is very useless because it usually follows a long post as to why...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well so much for this. Baka masyadong mabati e. Baka mas malas pa ang October pag nagkataon. Ahihi! Huwag naman sana. Huwag sana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tila ibon kung lumipad... Ay mali. Tila one entry ago lang ang statement na 'yan. (Pasensya na sa corny na hirit, inaaliw ko lang ang sarili ko e). Sad to say, nangyayari na ang jinx. Lahat ng nasa statement na 'yan, minus the "ahihi" dahil hindi ako natutuwa. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;10pm na po nagkaroon ng kuryente sa Cinco de Junio. 10pm, Monday night Kamusta naman. Pero mapapalampas ko 'yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi ko sa sarili ko, magka-kuryente lang, papasok talaga ako. RDOT. Palagi niyo siyang nababasa sa blog ko pero dahil ang isang mabuting CSR ay anti-jargon, ang ibig sabihin nun ay Rest Day Over Time. Papasok ka sa araw ng pahinga mo. So kahit may urge ako (at ang nanay ko) na sa bahay na lang at manood ng PDA UpLate, go pa rin ako. Ang isa pa nagpalista ako ng RDOT every Mondays.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expected ko naman na queueing sa dami ng agents na pull-out ngayon for training dahil sa bagong UBP system. Pero, namputsa naman o. Malay ko bang lahat ng pangit ng calls e mapupunta sa akin. Hindi niyo man naiintndihan kung bakit ako napapraning ngayon, 'yan ay dahil sa QA day ko ang Monday at Tuesday. And I know these Monday calls are recorded, so good luck. Lahat ng calls ko mahahaba, and hindi malinaw lahat ng resolutions. Crap.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praning na kung praning, pero bata pa lang ako, (Grade 3 to be exact), naniniwala na ako sa jinx. Alam ko na ang araw na swerte or malas ako. Naalala ko pa nga, may panyo ako na swerte, may brief ako na swerte (pero mas swerte ako nung mga araw na wala akong brief), may swerte akong araw (Tuesday dati, naging Wednesday, ngayon depende na sa last shift day for the week). Alam kong masamang maging masyadong believer sa mga ganitong bagay, at alam kong ikaw ang gumagawa ng sarili mong kapalaran. Pero admit it, pang-long-term ang rule na 'yan. On a day-to-day basis, may jinx. May bad hair day. May sumpa. Kahit wala kang bagua, o hindi pa kayo nagpapakasal ng kapatid mo na sukob sa buwan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A basta. Pakshet! Malas! Rar!!! Well, still not losing hope, though. Pwedeng super malas kapag na-evaluate ang calls for tonight, or swerte kung may chance pa ako for tomorrow. It's still early to tell, I must say. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I may sound very job-conscious. A 'corporate' version for "grade conscious." Kaya para sa inyong nag-aakalang call center is just a job, think again. And again. And again, hanggang sa makatulog kayo. Every figures mahalaga para sa akin, dahil dun nakasalalay ang trabaho ko, and even my chance para makapag-aral ulit. And yeah, kahit sa call center, may competition. At may dapat kang patunayan. May dapat kang abutin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And sorry din, kaya nga ako nagpapakusubsob sa work dahil sa love life kong, ewan, patay na siguro. E kung pucha pati sa trabaho sablay pa ako, e magpapatangay na lang ako sa bagyo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, wala pa rin kaming monitor. At walang IE ang computer sa pantry namin. Nag-rent ako ng PC sa may Malibay. No offense meant, pero hawak ko pa rin ang clutch bag ko nang mahigpit. Malibay pa rin 'to. Mabuti nang praning kaysa ngumalngal ako over a snatched bag. No message sa Friendster. Nakaka-disappoint lang kapag may ininvite kang maging friend and they denied your request. I mean, nothing against you guys. Kung may galit kayo, or may magagalit, or na-deny niyo by accident, OK lang. I'm just telling the truth na nakakasama ng loob if someone denied you a friendster fellowship. I mean, honestly, hindi naman nakakatuwa di ba? So, the exact opposite. Pero hindi ako galit otei? It's your account anywa, at hindi pa ako namamalimos ng friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moral lesson: Don't whack. Meaning: huwag magbati, er batiin ang mga bagay. Believe me, may jinx.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Sorry sa boring na post, kung gusto niyo matawa, visit Chris Terrazola's blog. He's a Plaridel colleague. Matatawa kayo. Galeng! It's on my links, hanapin niyo. Huwag kayong tamad. Hindi bayad ni Chris ang plugging na ito.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115981384312629039?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115981384312629039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115981384312629039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115981384312629039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115981384312629039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/dont-whack.html' title='don&apos;t whack...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115966497045381194</id><published>2006-10-01T09:08:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T02:19:30.160+08:00</updated><title type='text'>octoberfest naaaaa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;*yawn* Gising na ako! Oh yeah! October na!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[In fairness humikab talaga ako bago ko na-itype 'yan. And, *yawn* another one. Hehehe!]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm blogging from the office, pero hindi ko na siya kailangang i-email sa bahay. Or, hindi ko naman actually magagawa 'yun. Sira kasi ang monitor sa bahay. See, ang sumpa ng Setyembre! Well good thing may na-discover naman akong anti-filter website so I can access www.blogger.com from the comfort of my station at the very last cluster (na finally e nakuha ko ulit after the invasion of some opening shift people...). So 'yun lang. Go lang nang go. Pag nahuli ng IT e di pirma lang ng file note. Ahihi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the stupid PC monitor e wala pa rin kaming kuryente. Kung nababasa mo 'to ngayon, ibig sabihi'y mapalad ka't may kuryente ang lugar na kinaroroonan mo ngayon, may it be your home, or a PC rental shop, or office (tulad ko). Ang lupit ng Bagyong Milenyo, I must say. Natulog lang akong saglit, at pagkagising ko madilim na ang paligid, tumba na ang mga puno sa Luntian project ni Loren Legarda along Gil Puyat Ave, at according to Peyups dahil sa brownout ay replay daw ang Primetime Bida mula sa Kapamilya: Deal or No Deal. Hehehehe! Grabe, this is the storm of the millennium talaga (spell check alert...!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so happy na after the team building we had sa Bulacan, things got better. Details of such event will be discussed on a separate entry. After the team building, in fairness, I wrapped up the month with a great QA mark of 100%. Ahihi! Saya! Partida pa 'yan dahil, uhm, pagod pa rin ako from the trip. Tapos, medyo gumaan lang ang pakiramdam ko.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well so much for this. Baka masyadong mabati e. Baka mas malas pa ang October pag nagkataon. Ahihi! Huwag naman sana. Huwag sana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, I know a jerk who'll be celebrating his birthday this month. Chong, happy birthday. Gago ka pa rin. Feels good na at least sa blog ko pwede kitang murahin. You\'re a god damn stupid jerk pare, nakakainis. Rar!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, just for the sake of the title... Oktoberfest na!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115966497045381194?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115966497045381194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115966497045381194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115966497045381194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115966497045381194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/10/octoberfest-naaaaa.html' title='octoberfest naaaaa'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115873185024227348</id><published>2006-09-20T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T20:09:33.266+08:00</updated><title type='text'>after tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hi Tina...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jason 'to. Obvious ba, sa ganda ng sulat ko? Hehehe! Kinakamusta lang kita. Alam ko kasing bukas na ang kasal, bawal magkita ang groom saka ang bride, tama? I can't see you kaya ito, may picture ko na kasama sa letter. Alam ko kasing hindi mo matitiis na hindi ako makita. Yiheee! Sweet 'no? Kiligin ka naman!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang tagal kong hinintay 'to. Ang tagal kong pinangarap. Second year high school palang tayo, nung bagong lipat ako sa school niyo. Since day one pa lang, alam kong ikaw na. Kahit na suplada ka sa 'kin. Kung hindi pa kita bentahan ng plates sa Geometry na limang piso isa, hindi mo ko kakaibiganin. Kung hindi pa ako magka-dengue dahil sa pinahuli mo ako ng palaka sa likod ng school para lang may project ka sa Biology, hindi ka maaawa sa akin. Pero umpisa pa lang, mahal na mahal na kita. Ang weird nga pero umpisa pa lang, na-imagine ko na ang araw na 'to. Na ikaw ang babaeng ihaharap ko sa altar ng simbahan. Na makikita kitang masayang naglalakad sa red carpet ng simbahan, napaliligiran ng mga bulaklak, nagniningning at lalong pinagaganda ng isang puting kasuotan. Na ikaw ang babaeng kasama ko sa harapan ng maraming tao, sinasaksihan ang isang sumpaan ng wagas at malinis na pag-iibigan. Na ikaw ang makakasama ko habambuhay, kahit hanggang sa kabilang buhay. Anak ng lamok naman, ang corny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero Tina, salamat dahil kahit papaano hindi ako nabigo. Matutuloy pa rin ang pangarap ko. Bukas, magkakasama tayo sa altar. Ako, ikaw, at si Ricorix. Makikita pa rin kitang naglalakad sa gitna ng simbahan, pero palapit kay Rico, at hindi sa akin. Magiging saksi pa rin ang Diyos, at ang tao, sa isang wagas na sumpaan, pero hindi nating dalawa. At hindi nga lang kita makakasama habambuhay, maliban na lang kung sa 'kin kayo makikitira. Marami akong pangarap para sa atin, pero hindi naman lahat 'yun matutupad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasensya na sa mga panahong sinayang. Tama ka, niloko lang kita, at niloko ko ang sarili ko. Palagi kong sinasabing "Mahal kita..." pero hindi ko naman pinapakita. Hindi ko man lang ipinaglaban. Ni hindi ko man lang sinubukan kahit sabihin sa'yo nang harapan. Niloko ko lang ang sarili ko nang mag-desisyon akong kalimutan ka. Pero hindi ko naman nagawa. Malaking kalokohan ang lahat ng iyon. Humihingi ako ng dispensa sa lahat ng nagawa ko. Pasensya na, praning lang talaga ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Mabuti na lang kay Rico ka napunta. Alagaan mo na lang si Ricorix. Mahilig 'yan sa inihaw na tuyo na sinawsaw sa kape. Hindi siya humihilik pero nagsasalita siya sa pagtulog. Hindi 'yan marunong magtali ng necktie. Hindi rin siya naglilinis ng sapatos. Ikaw na bahala sa pasyente ko a. Hehehehe! Kahit ganyan 'yan, mahal ka niyan. At mas napatunayan mo naman 'yun di ba? Hayaan mo, ibinilin ko na rin sa kanya na 12 lang ang score mo palagi sa videoke, walang paltos 'yun. Alam niya na ring 1 pares lang ng stockings mo ang walang tastas, at nakakaubos ka ng 3 kahong pizza. Dahil hindi ka naman marunong magsaing at magluto maliban na lang kung instant pancit canton. Pero mahal ka pa rin daw niya. Shit, bagay nga kayo. Ako, OK lang ako. Kung saan masaya ang best friend ko, at kung saan ka masaya, dun ako. Walang kaso 'yun. Pangako, hindi kayo mawawalan ng best man bukas. At habambuhay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Itago mo 'yang picture ko a. Ay, namin pala ni Rico. Hehehehe! Para maalala mo na minsan sa buhay mo, dalawang lalaki ang nagmahal sa 'yo. Mas tanga nga lang 'yung isa. Pero maganda naman magsulat. Mas cute pa. Ehem, ehem! Ehem! Pucha hinihika na naman ako. Ehem!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sorry sa palaging joke time. Pero nung sinabi kong "mahal kita," maniwala ka, totoo 'yun. Iniisip mo mang niloko kita at hindi ka naniwala, pasensya na pero totoo 'yun. Maaaring naloko kita, pero hindi kita biniro. Mahal kita. Salamat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bukas, 29th September. 9am. After tonight, makikita mo na ulit ako. At ang groom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;© 2006 by masterchoi.you saw this lit work first @ masterchoi.blogspot.com. please respect intellectual property rights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Assignment: Sino ang mas corny - ang taong in-love o ang taong broken-hearted?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115873185024227348?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115873185024227348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115873185024227348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115873185024227348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115873185024227348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/09/after-tonight.html' title='after tonight'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115850874185412164</id><published>2006-09-17T23:31:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T00:02:56.906+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ewan ko</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm out surfing the net at a computer shop. I'm soooo not in the right place right now. Dapat papasok ako (syempre, RDOT na naman... na hindi naman natutuloy), kaso tinapos ko pa ang Philippine Idol at Pinoy Dream Academy. Hinintay ko munang makapasok si Mau at Steph as Idol hopefuls at umalis (finally... kahit parang maaga pa) si Gemma sa Academy. I'm really not into singing searches, pero ang sarap tingnan ng dalawang 'to na nagco-compete. E ang kaso, pagkatapos ko manood, pumutok ang poste ng Meralco sa amin. Not that watching TV and the short circuit are related, but bottom line is hindi ako makaligo dahil walang tubig (walang kuryente = walang motor kaya walang tubig...). And isa pa, late at night kailangan ko samahan kapatid ko na niru-rush ang thesis nila (hello sis! tama na reklamo otei?). Para safe. Kaya ako, heto... walang pahinga, wala ring OT pay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clearly I'm still under the shameeful September spell. I'm looking forward to a nice (should be saying "great" pero baka mabati e...) week though. Birthday ng tatay ko (isang taon na naman ng kakulitan...), approved ang VL ko, kasama ako sa team building nina Ben. Tapos payday pa sa Friday, at team building naman namin come Saturday. Masabi ko man lang na kahit malas ang buwan na 'to, may mga araw namang bakasyon ako. Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Well I have to go.. I have to meet a friend in an hour. Sudden change of plans. Akala ko tulog na siya e. So baka matuloy din ang OT. Sana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Huling hirit na, pakisagot: Why do girls always have to get things done their way? Bakit sila kailangan ang masunod, or shall I say, mapagbigyan? And lastly, can they sometimes be insensitive enough not to feel na nakakasakit sila? Haaay naku, love is a stupid piece of crap. Sorry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115850874185412164?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115850874185412164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115850874185412164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115850874185412164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115850874185412164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/09/ewan-ko.html' title='ewan ko'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115803064137943983</id><published>2006-09-12T11:06:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T11:10:41.390+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wake me up when september ends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Is that song in any way connected to the 9/11 attacks? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons that's what I feel right now. If their is such thing as temporary death or timer-sleep or what not, para lang the next morning e birthday ko na, I'd love to have one. Literally, I'd love to just wake up as soon as September ends. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ayoko nang i-elaborate. Honestly, I don't feel like blogging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, salamat sa BnK sa pag-organize ng reunion. At least I felt happy for over 24 hours. Then I got back to grumpy mode again. Pero thanks ha! At kukunin ko ang pics sa mga Multiply niyo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jonags, thanks ulit for the company. Isang bote lang ng Strong Ice, sorry naman. Mag-appetizer ba naman ako ng Red Horse bago pumunta sa inyo e. For some weird reasons humina ulit ang threshold ko to alcohol. Siguro kasi for the past month nagpapaka-healthy na naman ako at puro gatas ang iniinom ko. Anyway Jo, salamat ulit ha. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See how crappy September was, is, and will be? Kahit ako naglasing na lang sa sama ng loob. Damn it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige na tulog na ako. Sana bukas November 01 na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115803064137943983?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115803064137943983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115803064137943983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115803064137943983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115803064137943983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/09/wake-me-up-when-september-ends.html' title='wake me up when september ends'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115623329495625961</id><published>2006-08-22T15:54:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T13:43:40.006+08:00</updated><title type='text'>e kasi sila meron e...</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="300" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td width="180"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Disorder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="120"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;Rating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/paranoid.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Paranoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizoid.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Schizoid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/schizotypal.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Schizotypal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/antisocial.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Antisocial&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/borderline.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Borderline&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/histrionic.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Histrionic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/narcissistic.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Narcissistic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/avoidant.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Avoidant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;High&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/dependent.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Dependent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/ocd.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Obsessive-Compulsive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;color:#ccffff;"&gt;Moderate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle" colspan="2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/personality_disorder_test.mv"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personality Disorder Test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; --&lt;br /&gt;-- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/disorder/index.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;Personality Disorder Information&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt; --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115623329495625961?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115623329495625961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115623329495625961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115623329495625961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115623329495625961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/08/e-kasi-sila-meron-e.html' title='e kasi sila meron e...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115602809633928015</id><published>2006-08-20T06:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T09:43:59.846+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rant model</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganito na lang siguro ang blogging setting ko palagi - an out-of-bed headache, a rainy weekend morning, and Christian Bautista's "Completely" on my WinAmp. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe I survived a crappy weekend. Sobrang jinx ng week na 'to as in!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;Nag-away kami ng nanay ko. Actually, inaway ko siya, at silang lahat sa bahay. Kasi naman, 0630pm na nang inutusan ako ng nanay ko bumili ng tinapay, syempre para sa tindahan. Sandali lang daw 'yun. E anak ng tinapay, pagbalik ko 0700pm na. Hinintay ko pa kasi maluto e. By then dapat naliligo na ako. E kaso kakaluto lang din ng ulam. Kaya 0730 na ako nakaligo. At hindi ko pa mahagilap lahat ng damit ko. Rar! It hurted me when I'm freaking out, yelling and all at her, kasi alam kong sobrang pagod 'yun ngayon. Physically, emotionally and all. Kaya lang kasi, as teammate Dave puts it, I'm the "Master Beater" (say it loud at matatawa ka) kasi I always beat the time at bihira na akong ma-late. Sorry po, stressed lang din. Magkaiba lang ng level, pero stressed lang tayong pareho. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;OSC shuffled our schedules. Opening ang team namin, 0600am-0300pm MST (which is 0800pm-0500am Manila). Ang mga lola mong matatalino from OSC, nilagay kami sa closing, 1200pm-0900pm MST (or 0200am-11am Manila). Nakatunganga lang daw kasi ang opening shift dahil avail, habang lawit na ang dila ng closing shift dahil sa queueing. Kung hindi ba naman mga paksyet... sino ba ang nag-design ng shift na sana kasi e naka-pattern sa forecast ng calls? 3 teams ang nasa opening, natural pag nag-logout kami ng 0500am good luck sa maiiwan di ba? The new shift will last for 3 weeks, leaving me with no night differential pay, no holiday pay on Monday (the Monday shift falls on Tuesday Manila time), no OT opportunities dahil avail na nga. Ano nang mangyayari sa akin?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Wednesday&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;If there's one good thing with the new shit, er, shift, 'yun ay ang mahabang rest period dahil sa one day transition (logout ko ay 0500 am, next shift ko is 0200am pa). So I used the spare time to drop by BIR. Para naman mai-declare na head of the family ako, at para kaltasan nila ang tax kong napupunta lang naman sa bulsa ng kung sinu-sinong pandak na tinubuan ng nunal at sa mga alipores niya. Kaso, hindi man lang nila naasikaso ang papers ko. Nasa Taguig daw ang records ko, at walang pirma ng Human Capital Officer namin. Ang sabi ko naman, "&lt;em&gt;Miss, sabi po sa akin i-process ko daw muna bago nila pirmahan...&lt;/em&gt;" The oily woman just shrugged me off. OK, uwi ako. Tawag ako sa BIR Taguig. A nice lady answered the phone. "&lt;em&gt;Miss pwede bang over the phone ang paglipat ng records, 'yung previous employer ko kasi sa Taguig kami pinapunta, kaya nandun ang records ko...&lt;/em&gt;" Pinasa ako nung babae sa isang lalaki, boss niya yata. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Magpa-file po kasi ako ng Update of Exemption e --&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Taga-saan ka ba?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pasay po --&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;O e di sa BIR Pasay ka magpunta,&lt;/em&gt;" said in his most irritable, ang-tanga-mo-naman tone.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;E hindi nga po nila na-process kasi 'yung previous employer ko po sa Taguig kami pina-file --&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;O e di ipa-check mo, kahit sa Taguig 'yung employer e kung taga-Pasay ka naman --&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Pina-check ko na nga po, nasa Taguig nga daw po!&lt;/em&gt;" Napikon ako. Sana pinapatapos mo ako magsalita. Asshole.&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;A, e di magpa-transfer ka ng record.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Kaya nga po, hindi po ba pwedeng over the phone?&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Ay hindi.&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Sige salamat.&lt;/em&gt;" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mas stressful pa sila kausap kaysa nung nagpunta ako sa BIR Pasay (hey, Ronald, I saw your mom. I don't think she saw me, though.). Kulang sa active listening! Ang dali sanang sabihing "hindi pwedeng over the phone, sige babay." Ewan ko, hindi ko naiinis ako. Kaso, baka kaya sila ganun, dala ng magaspang lang talaga pag-uugali, or kulang sa sweldo at compensation kaya hindi man lang magawa nang maayos ang trabaho. Oh well. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pupunta dapat ako ng gym. Kaso sabi ni TL Allan, kailangan daw namin magpa-Annual Physical Examination. Ang sabi sa announcements, those who were regularized before 30 April 2006. So dapat hindi kami kasama. Kaso sabi ni TL Allan required daw lahat, or else Final Written Warning. E di sige go. Kumain muna kami ni Mela at Jae at Jam. Pagdating namin, lunch nung mga nurse. So bukas na lang. "&lt;em&gt;1230pm na, sige kaya pang mag-gym...&lt;/em&gt;" naisip ko. Anak ng treadmill, pagdating ko sa gym, wala pala akong padlock. Pagkatapos kong manakawan on my first day sa gym 2 years ago, I don't think mapapa-gym mo ako ulit without a padlock. Punta akong Landmark, ang mahal ng mga padlock. Useless, bukas na lang ako pupunta sa gym. Punta naman akong National Bookstore dahil nawawala ang magandang Faber Castell mechanical pencil ko. Wala naman silang ganun sa Glorietta, sa MoA lang yata talaga meron. Binagtas ko ang kahabaan ng ma-traffic na Makati para makauwi. 0300pm na. Nakita ako ang nanay ko. "&lt;em&gt;Anak, magpa-load ka muna ng Globe kay Johnny.&lt;/em&gt;" Si Johnny ang taga-load ng Globe AutoLoad namin e. Hehehe! La lang. Pagdating ko naman sa tindahan ni Johnny... haaaaay... sarado! Ssttrreessffuull... The day was full of useless efforts. Lahat ng pinuntahan ko walang kwenta, naubos lang oras ko. 0330pm na ako natulog, at hindi ko na napanood ang kasal ni Eduardo kay Claudia at 'yung pagwawala ni Amor sa may basurahan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Friday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natuloy na ang medical namin. It's a Fear Factor Friday, as Choi faces one of his fears: lancets and blood tests. Naalala ko, hindi ko alam ang blood type ko. "&lt;em&gt;Miss, pwede po malaman ang blood type?&lt;/em&gt;" sabi ko sa nurse. "&lt;em&gt;Fifty pesos po...&lt;/em&gt;" Hala... pamasahe ko 'yun sa gym e. Pero... hindi ko alam ang blood type ko. Sige, hindi na ako pupunta sa gym, basta ba one time lang 'to at hindi ko kailangan ng extra blood sample para makuhanan ng blod type. As usual, masakit. Ayoko lang talaga ng kinukuhan ng dugo. Sa pimple pa man o sa kahit saan. Pero finally, alam ko na. Type A ako. Woohoo! Hindi ako ampon! Haha! Dahil din sa medical exam, nalaman kong kailangan ko magpunta sa ENT dahil palagi masakit ang right jaw ko, na hindi masamang uminom ng multivitamin, growth enchancer, at fat loss supplement all at the same time. Ang vain 'no? Hehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saturday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a top secret (feeling ko wala pa masyadong nagbabasa ng blog ko from work e): nagka-commendation call ako nung Friday dhail sa fraud. Not actually fraud. We're not allowed to work on Corporate Liable accounts. Kaso it's an emergancy. The end user of the phone is a teacher with 30 kids on a field trip sa Arkansas. E sarado na ang Business department. So kaunting research lang, na-activate ko 'yung phone. Kaya natuwa ang agent na kausap ko, kaya na-commend ako. Eto ang catch, or should I say, karma: the next day, may tumawag from Trouble department, conference sa customer. So 3 kami sa linya. May problema sa activation nung phone nung customer. So I made sure na magwo-work 'yung phone niya ASAP, plus I waived his first month charge. Natuwa ang lolo mo. I ended the call, but hindi ko ni-release. Narinig ko sabi nung customer dun sa Trouble representative, "thank you for bringing me to the right person, I want to commend you... do you have a supervisor?" Kumulo agad ang dugo ko! Aba, ako ang nag-effort pero iba ang na-commend. @#%!@#%@#$^%@!!! ^$%&amp;%&amp;amp;@#!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 96% and 95%, naging 87% ang QA ko. Still, I didn't address the customer by name daw. I don't talk to strangers nga po... haaaay... ang tanga tanga mo Choi!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad the week is over. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;[This entry is brought to you by Cbox Free Tagboard Service. Kung sino mang garapata kang nagpo-post sa tagboard ko, please don't forget that I own this blog and this tagboard. This site is my territory, I can do what I want or should do. Alam ko classmate ka namin sometime in the past dahil marami ka alam. But your getting into my nerves. And please please please do me a big favor... GO TO HELL, YOU SICK BASTARD.]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115602809633928015?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115602809633928015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115602809633928015' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115602809633928015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115602809633928015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/08/rant-model.html' title='rant model'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115550241087795587</id><published>2006-08-14T04:49:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T11:57:50.956+08:00</updated><title type='text'>gold bars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening to Christian Bautista's new album, "Completely" (from Warner Music Philippines). Up next, "Jason Mraz Live at the Eagles Ballroom" (heck! also from Warner Music. nice!). Hanep sa plugging.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is my first time to hit the gym. Again. &lt;em&gt;For the nth time, Choi, for the nth time.&lt;/em&gt; Hehehehe. Ang ibig ko sabihin, it's my first time to follow a very specific program. Grabe nga e, nagbabayad ako ng trainer pero hindi ko sinusunod 'yung program. Pasensya, walang time e. Ngayon ko nga lang medyo na-squeeze ang schedule, palagi pa ako pinapauwi ng nanay ko. (Minsan nga, kakausapin ko na nanay ko. Gusto niyo po ba talaga ng anak na bochob? Madali 'yan. Ehehehehe!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday naman kasi nagpunta na rin ako. Akala ko kasi walang pasok kapatid ko, so may pwede tumulong sa bahay. E kaso tinext niya ako, umuwi na daw ako at may pasok siya. Grrr! Kaya naman nauwi ako sa treadmill at steam bath. Same thing happened nung Thursday. Eto malupet, 5 mins pa lang ako sa treadmill, tinatawagan na ako ng nanay ko. Umuwi na daw ako at susugurin niya 'yung CI ni ate, dahil ayaw siya bigyan ng exam. Ang nanay ko talaga, Katipunera sa past life. Wala daw tao sa bahay, kaya umuwi ulit ako. Nung Sabado, medyo naka-todo cardio naman ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, dahil wala na akong kasama sa gym (nag-cancel na si Lailah at Aica, maraming lalaki, er, gawain sa buhay si Lequi, at hindi ko naman mahagilap si Chad), tahimik lang ako, doing my stuff alone. Sobrang tahimik, I can hear my mind talk out loud. Sobrang dami kong napapansin sa paligid at nagiging realizations, kahit na sa kalagitnaan ng pagbubuhat. Grabe 'no? Praning? Well, here are some...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For a moderately-expressed introvert like me, early Saturday is the best time to go the gym. Walang pasok, so the yuppies and celebrities would rather sink in their own beds. Saturday is a rest day for most people, unless abnormal ka dahil call center agent ka, in which case may shift ka pa rin or off mo nga pero galing kang shift (tulad ko) diretso sa gym. Maluwag ang gym. Ayun...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Tama ang sabi ng trainer ko. Rehydrate as often as possible. Enough said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ngayon ko lang nalaman na gumagana pala talaga ang "slope" or "incline mode" ng mga treadmill. Dati kasi tinataas ko to 3 ang incline level, wala ako maramdaman. Ayun, tinaas ko to 7, at wala na akong nararamdamang maganda. Nakakapagod. Well at the same time, OK naman kasi ang sabi ng trainer ko e 200-300 Kcal in 20 minutes. Which is feeling ko mali ang pagkakaintindi ko dahil ang hirap niya ma-achieve, kaya nga tinaas ko ang slope. In 20 mins naka 150 Kcal lang ako. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need another pair of shoes. And an extra pair of shoes. Well, sobrang battered na ng sapatos na binili ko kay Aica. Bukod pa dun, marami akong shirt na hindi masuot dahil brown 'yung shoes, hindi lahat ng kulay e nakikisama. So isang casual na pang-alis, at isang murang sneakers na pang gym. Ang sneakers di ba minsan wala pang P500? Shucks, this calls for another OT job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I need more shirts!!! Gym shirts!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Speaking of more things that I need, sa kalagitnaan ng tricep pulldown, na-realize ko na isang akong natural-born gastador. Grabe, eto: medyo nakakadiri minsan para sa akin na yung towel na napawisan na sa steam bath e yung bath towel mo din after shower. So they're selling extra bath towels for P25. Master Spender, er Master choi would buy an extra towel every session, when he can just bring an extra towel and save bucks. Hindi lang 'yan marami pang cases. Nandyan 'yung nag-cab ako pauwi nung pinagmamadali ako ng nanay ko, e pwede namang mag-jeepney na Pasay Road pauwi (P15 jeepney rude is less than P80 taxi fare, yeah right...). Sabi rin ni Aica ang sarap ko daw hampasin dahil napaka-gastos ko daw. Nakita niya kasi akong may Starbucks Tazo ulit kagabi. Imagine a Tazo Green Tea Grande for P100, e ang 2 Lipton tea bags e P5 lang. &lt;em&gt;Pucha Choi papatayin na kita! Ang gastos mo!&lt;/em&gt; Ewan ko ba, sometimes I hate myself for that. Nakakaasar naman talaga ang taong gastador, so lalo naman kung ang taong 'yun ay ang sarili mo. Kaso ewan ko. It feels good when I'm holding a Starbucks cup, or I've got a lot of shopping bags, or if the ticket lady at the booth sees me buying two different movie tickets. Social climber? Hindi siguro. Though alam ko sakit 'yung pagiging gastador e. Good thing, though, nasa matino pa akong pag-iisip at pinalaki akong may disiplina, kaya marunong din naman akong magtipid. I still keep in mind na I still have to go back to school, at mahal ang filming. Hehehe! May mga bagay na kailangang paglaanan ng pera. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Kapag nasa Gold's Gym ako, as in every time, tumataas ang Insecurity and Jologs level ko (IJK). Wala lang, mas toned yung mga katawan nila, for example. Or wala silang pimple scars (grabe yung scars ko ulit parang pang-high school pimple!). Or mas maputi sila (oo, matagal na akong insecure sa mga taong maputi e, hehe!). Or mas cool 'yung iPod nila, habang ako FM sa cellphone lang, ang corny pa ng headset. Or nicer 'yung shirts nila. Grabe, pati nga sa sabon nanliliit ako kasi 'yung kanila Chepar Chepar bath soap na mamahalin, sa 'kin Safeguard lang. Ang daming mayayaman sa mundo, or at least sa Gold's Gym. Well, two things. Nagbayad sila ng full membership, ako naman discounted dahil sa corporate discount. Hello, saan ka nakakita ng gym membership na $15 di ba? (That's P800 converted, nagpapaka-sosyal lang...). Minsan iniisip ko na lang na wala naman talaga dapat pakialamanan... na marami naman diyang mas malaki ang tiyan kaysa sa 'kin... na at least Nivea for Men naman ang facial soap ko... na they don't even know na taga-TeleTech ako at corp disc lang 'yun... na dapat kang magpakatotoo... na I'm doing all these for myself naman so no one should care... na dapat magpakatotoo ka... (and the list for the sourest grapes goes on...).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Kaya ako nag-blog ngayon, kasi dapat OT ako. E 12am na ako nagising. 11pm or 12am din ang OT. Kaya eto, nagta-type habang masakit ang braso. As always, palaging masakit ang katawan mo kapag first time mong mag-gym at magbuhat. &lt;em&gt;For the nth time, Choi, for the nth time.&lt;/em&gt; Yeah, I'm getting used to first-day-sores. OK lang 'yan. Grabe nung unang beses talaga akong mag-gym (kung saan nawala nga ang celphone ko), mga 3 araw masakit ang katawan ko. At sa kalagitnaan ng graduation practice ay nagpapahid ako ng BenGay. Hahaha! Unforgettable!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;[This entry is brought to you by The Suriya Spa @ Gold's Gym... annual membership for only P7000. Ayiii! Y'like, y'like???]&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115550241087795587?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115550241087795587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115550241087795587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115550241087795587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115550241087795587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/08/gold-bars.html' title='gold bars'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115482726117930840</id><published>2006-08-06T09:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T09:21:01.196+08:00</updated><title type='text'>battery empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;My cellphone survived a week of crash-charging. Define crash-charging: a term Master Choi came up with to pertain to incomplete cellphone charging, usually less than one hour, just to keep the battery (or at least the battery meter) full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cellphone survived a week of crash-charging. I didn't. I crash-charged myself, having only five or six hours of sleep, which I should have been used to ever since my father was brought to the hospital, leaving the rest of us juggle business and household work. Surprisingly I'm still not used to it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday shift ended Saturday morning at 5. I got home by 8. My sister gave me a copy of their "Background of the Study" part of the thesis for editing. No offense meant to the one who wrote it, but it drained me out, literally. It's been three years since the last time I did some editing. two years since the last time I've worked with editors. It's like playing basketball, then you stopped and played chess instead, then after quite some time you played basketball. Without any warm-up routines. (Funny how I came up with such analogy, I don't even play basketball, or chess.) It was really stressful and I can feel the cramps. There is no sentence without at least two editing marks on it; sometimes I'm tempted to just revise the whole thing - which I ended up doing, by the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's already 12 noon, if I'd stick to the original piece I'd still be up by 2 in the afternoon, I have to watch Let's Go and Komiks by 5pm (yeah, Saturday boob tube guilty pleasures, &lt;em&gt;baket&lt;/em&gt;?), then a movie by 8pm and a Rest Day Overtime (RDOT) shift by 10pm. That's why I did my own "Background of the Study" and became an instant thesis groupmate, then I dozed off at 1pm. Unfortunately, (I didn't know until my mom made me realize that) the stress with the editing task drained me to the max. I woke up 4am Sunday. All my plans were ruined. No TV trip, no movies, no OT shift. Damn. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the first time I ever felt sooooo tired. My mom asked me if I'd still go to work, I said I would, but I can't even open my eyes or get up. It's like I'm in a monster bed, working like a Venus Fly Trap. And for the first time in years... I slept for 15 solid hours. Geez!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got up, still feeling tired, of oversleeping perhaps. I checked my phone, "Battery Empty." OK buddy, your time to get recharged.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ate last night's left over dinner, Fried Tuna. Nyehehehe! Then I surfed the net. And I found myself browsing through spa options within Makati. I think I'd love a massage at the Suriya Spa. We'll see about that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This blog entry is brought to you by Ayala Malls. &lt;em&gt;Manonood na ako ng Just My Luck mamaya&lt;/em&gt;. Hehehe!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115482726117930840?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115482726117930840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115482726117930840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115482726117930840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115482726117930840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/08/battery-empty.html' title='battery empty'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115427084869005354</id><published>2006-07-30T22:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T09:37:38.820+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ano va, ding?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Currently listening to Ultraelectromagnetic Jam. Again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track 11: "Pare Ko" by Sponge Cola&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I browsed through &lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;peyups.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; once, and a forum post confirmed that the band's Yael Yuzon was a bisexual. WTF? He might be 'tisoy' and neat-therefore-not-that-masculine to look at, but I just can't believe he is bisexual. I dunno. I have high respects for such bands. Not that I look lowly or lesser of gay people or bisexuals. But they just don't match. Sorry, I sometimes have a narrow-mind for stereotypes. But dude, if ever you are, just be happy man. And keep on giving us cool music. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good version of "Pare Ko," I should say. As what I've said on a CD-Review podcast I had but never got the chance to broadcast due to stupid dialup technology, I loved Eraserheads' songs but I despised the band for some Ely Buendia reasons. Now that there is an album of various artists doing remakes of their music, by far I could say the versions were better than the original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "Pare Ko," since revivals have been really consented and considered nowadays, I've watched Star Cinema's youth flick over at Studio 23's Lunch Box Office. Yeah, Jomari's loose polo, Jao's same old look, and Claudine's bushy eyebrows and more. One thing I've realized: I would love to do a "Pare Ko" remake. A movie perhaps, or a series. I may really not be the serious type of filmmaker you know. All I ever dreamed of is doing my own youth-oriented show, or co-writing for a top-rating drama series or sitcom. Corny, or even gay? Hehehe! One thing I could say though - it has been a dream ever since a kid. If you dreamed of doing a heart transplant, or planning for the tallest building along Ayala when you were young, I already dreamed of shouting "And... Cut!" or simply cramming for a script (yeah, &lt;em&gt;cramming&lt;/em&gt;) even before I reached high school. So before you think it's crap, it meant "craft" for me. Anyway, if you'll ask me who I'd love to cast for a "Pare Ko" remake, I'd pick these Goin' Bulilit kids, who by then will be teenagers. It's time to test their flexibility and maturity. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read through &lt;a href="http://www.peyups.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;peyups&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; again and heard over the Magic 89.9 morning show "Good Times with Moe" that 'N Sync lad Lance Bass was actually a lass. He just admitted he is gay and has been dating a reality show winner. Wow. Gays are really everywhere. Again, nothing against you people, with all due respect. Do your thing, as long as your happy, and gay. &lt;em&gt;Yeah, Choi, stupid remark&lt;/em&gt;. Seriously, just be who you are. Who cares right?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, to Joan and Marcelo, who - I don't know, maybe because of alcohol intake - kept asking me if I'm gay or at least bi, two words: "am not." Joan said, "tanggap ka naman namin kung bi ka e..." I say "ok, salamat, pero hindi naman e." A drunk man is an honest man. Take that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This all-English (except from the quotes, of course) entry is brought to you by Philippine Airlines and Cebu Pacific. &lt;em&gt;Pucha, ang mahal ng two way trip to Davao.&lt;/em&gt; There must be a better way. Operation: Overtime!]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115427084869005354?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115427084869005354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115427084869005354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115427084869005354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115427084869005354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/07/ano-va-ding.html' title='ano va, ding?'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115416311176687552</id><published>2006-07-29T16:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-29T16:51:51.783+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ayun 'yung title sa dulo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ang&lt;/strong&gt; labo talaga ng queue namin ngayon. Two weeks nang avail ang Fridays, tapos eto, biglang dumagsa ang customers. This really calls for a shift bid. Now na! Anyway, sinubukan kong i-compute ang scorecard ko. Anak ng headset naman o! Dahil sa 5 minutes late (1 occurence), 75% ang expected score ko. Passing is 80%. Rar! Hindi naman sobrang rar moment, mas nakakaasar yun kung 79% di ba. Holy crapping cow! Pero kasalanan ko rin naman. That day, pinaiwan ko kay Tl Allan ang headset ko. Afternoon came, nagpa-reserve ako ng dalawang Box of 6 sa Gonuts Donuts, for some reasons nagpadagdag ako ng isang Box of 3. May dahilan pala. Male-late ako ng 5 minutes. Nakapag-jogging pa tuloy ako mula Hypermart hanggang Gonuts Donuts hanggang Building F - TeleTech (if you've been to SM Mall of Asia, makikita niyo kung gaano ang tinakbo ko) with the doughnuts all shaking inside the box. The doughnuts, by the way, are my treat-slash-penalty for my mini team (sub TL Tine, Angel, Chinky, Choi) dahil sa bagsak na reliability for June. Nakakahiya, hindi nakakain si Chinky, the rest of the entire team, and even my friends, got something. Di bale girl, bawi ako. Peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weird&lt;/strong&gt; kagabi, for the first time e hindi ata ako nagpauto. Scenario: 20 minutes before login. 10 minutes waiting for my rocket, er, cab to come. Light to moderate rainshowers. Then, with what seemed like a gift from heaven, or a crap from hell, a cab rushes by. "Kuya, sa may Mall of Asia lang..." sabi ni Choi. "A... e... 100 pesos" sabi ni manong driver. Ambisyoso ang lolo mo! 60 pesos lang kaya mula sa amin hanggang MoA, 50 pesos kung sa EDSA, otherwise sa World Trade/Buendia ang daan, which is farther. The old Choi will frown and open the door, "Sige na nga." Pero sorry, kagabi, sabi ko lang "Hindi na huwag na." Eto pa, without missing a beat, the glorious 'F' word blurted out. 'F' as in "Funyeta!" Hahaha! Joke. Buti nga "Fuck you" lang naabot sa 'kin ni Mang Ambisyoso e. Hello, dilaw ang taxi niya, pero hindi isang gintong karwahe. Keber na kung ma-late. Pero hindi ako na-late. Yehey! Pero nga lang, tulad ng dati, tinakbo ko na naman ang station kong nasa dulo ng dulong cluster. Beat the time marathon talaga kung alam niyo lang almost every night. Kinuwento ko kay Cherry, sabi niya "Nahahawa ka na sa 'min. Tumatanda ka na, sumusungit ka na e." Nyahaha! Ganun?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Talaga&lt;/strong&gt; naman... Beggars can't be choosers, pero hindi dito sa Pilipinas. Sumakay ako ng jeep pauwi. May katabi akong bata, nangongotong, ay, namamalimos pala ng pera. Naglalabas pa lang ng pera, kinalabit na naman ako. "Teka, hindi pa nga ako nakakabayad e." Pinaabot ko sa tao sa kabilang side ng jeep yung bayad ko, kasi nga katabi ko 'yung bata. Kaso 'yung sukli, salo niya talaga. At dahil diyan, sige, P2.50 ang sukli ko, tig-want-twennifayv tayo. Aba ang tiayanak, binalik sa akin ang beinte-singko! Ako pa ang nilimusan. Hayup!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nitong&lt;/strong&gt; umaga lang, dinalaw kami ni Ian, ka-wave namin sa Best Buy, who suddenly needed to leave us after failing ACE. Na feeling ko na-pulitika. &lt;em&gt;OK Choi, shaddap!&lt;/em&gt; Pero 'yun. Long hair na, mas gwapo pa rin kaysa sa 'kin. Nasa West Contact Services na siya, pero aalis na din daw siya dun. Coincidentally, sa Jollibee Blue Wave, andun naman si Brian with his new batchmates (I can't say 'friends' yet, subukan mo lang Brian! Hehe!) from Dell. Malaki daw ang sweldo, pero stressful. Mas masarap daw mag port-in ng numbers or mag-cancel ng order. At eto pa, again, nakita ko ulit si Marie. My beloved Best Buy TL! Na mukha namang happy sa buhay niya ngayon sa Accenture. Miss you Marie! Hehe! Kanya-kanyang trip 'yan mga pare. Basta kung san kayo masaya, dun kayo. Sana lang alam niyo sa sarili niyo na to some extent e may happiness at contentment talaga kayo. Almost learned that lesson the hard way. Mabuti na lang at pinapirma agad ako ng papeles. Nyahaha!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sabado&lt;/strong&gt; na naman. RDOT day sana, pero hanggang ngayon, 16:14 Manila Time, gising pa ako. Cherry and I watched "Sukob" at Glorietta 1 Cinema 2. Sabi kasi ni Lequi nawalan siya ng boses kakasigaw. Ang Cherry, hindi naman napasigaw ever. Pero ako, sorry pero to date, ito pa lang ang horror movie na nakapagpabigat ng loob ko at nagpasigaw sa 'kin. I've been cussing a lot dahil talaga nakakagulat at the same time natatawa at naaliw ako dahil karamihan din napapasigaw, at natatawa ako dahil nga napapasigaw ako ng isang pelikula lang. Gets? Ayoko kasi ng nakikitang lumalapit 'yung creepy creature, or nakikita kung paano mamatay 'yung mga characters. Read great raves for this movie, which were true at one point. Aside from being frightened, isa lang ang palagi kong bukambibig while watching, "Shit, ang ganda ni Maja Salvador." Saw her once sa hallway ng ABS-CBN, (and don't mind asking ung saang game show ako pumila kaya ako nandun), and God! Sobrang simple yet sobrang ganda. Ayun... anyway may bading sa sinehan who kept shouting "Papa Wendell... more! More!" dun sa shower scene kung saan siya papatayin. Which is the corniest part of the film, because the whole 10 seconds was a "Ring" rip off. The Sadako-out-of-the-well scene, as you might have guessed. Ang taas na ng respeto ko kay Chito Roño e, ewan ko ba bakit may ganun. Pero talaga, maganda siya as a whole. Mapapaisip ka about the twists; it's fun dahil maraming napapasigaw sa sinehan. Halos magtago na nga ako sa clutch bag ko (sorry 'yun ba tawag dun sa usong pouch ngayon?) kasi nga ayoko ng may pangit na nanggugulat sa akin. Loved the editing. Scoring was effective. The lighting showed how grainy Kris Aquino's skin was. Kahit gaano siya kaganda at age-defied man ang buhok niya, her face showed aging. Neil Daza who did cinematography for Feng Shui and Spirits might've done wonders. Hehe! Overall, maganda siya. Pero pucha, sino ba si Helen???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ang weird nitong Sabado. 'Yun lang.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115416311176687552?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115416311176687552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115416311176687552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115416311176687552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115416311176687552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/07/ayun-yung-title-sa-dulo.html' title='ayun &apos;yung title sa dulo'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115404114842333313</id><published>2006-07-28T06:30:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-28T07:14:03.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>three in the morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lunch time ko sa office ngayon. Kaasar, bakit may access dito ng &lt;a href="http://www.multiply.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;multiply&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.blogdrive.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;blogdrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, pero &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;blogspot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; wala. Sarili kong blog hindi ko man lang ma-access. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wishing for a schedule bidding again. According to my ever-pretty and reliable source, Dem, magpapalit daw talaga ng schedule dahil mali ng forecast ng calls na papasok. True enough, queuing talaga kasi for the past two days e. (Sorry naman, hinanap ko pa talaga sa &lt;a href="http://www.m-w.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;merriam-webster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ang verb form ng salitang queue, so either queuing or queueing, TeleTech term for calls that are piling up kapag understaffed or abnormal ang staffing tulad ngayon, or pag marami lang talagang tumatawag). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Nagyayang kumain si Tin, kaya pansamantalang naputol ang blogging. Now I'm back, with 11 minutes left before log-in] &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts... hindi ko alam kung ano ang ilalagay sa blog e. I just feel like blogging today, considering the fact na ang gagawin ko na naman ay i-email ito at sa bahay i-post. Nyahahaha! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nag-log in na ako. Good Lord, salamat at avail pa rin. Sana huwag mabati. * (Ayan, nabati nga. You know what it means kapag may * di ba?). Still amazed about how U.S. phone companies came up Number Portability. You can take your number with you, lumipat ka man from Sprint to Cingular, to Verizon, to TMobile, to Nextel, then back to Sprint. No wonder these people mastered the art of company-hopping from one wireless provider to another, which in turn, caused us a lot of work and headache, pero work nonetheless. Aba, kung wala sila, wala kaming trabaho ngayon. Kung pwede lang bang i-adopt dito sa Pilipinas ang Number Portabilitiy, e di sana matagal na akong lumipat sa Globe and still keep my number na may mahigit isang taon ko na rin namang gamit, if I'm not mistaken. Hassle nga naman talaga kasi ang magpalit ng number at i-text ang 250 people sa phonebook mo * na "hi si choi 'to, save my new number..." (yeah, pag when I send text messages, lahat lower case, at mahilig sa '...'). But you know, * naikwento ko naman how Customer Service here in the Philippines kinda sucks, might as well not pursue the portability thing. Maayos na nga ang technology at customer service namin, may mga tangang Amerikano pa ring nagagalit, dito pa kaya sa Pilipinas... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaliw naman ako, in all fairness ang bilis ko na mag-type ngayon ha! Nung last time na nag-apply ako sa Jobstreet sa Ortigas (which endorsed me to TeleTech by the way), nasa 30+ wpm lang ako. After 2 months working with Sprint, I'm about to resign nga and I'm looking for a new job. Nag-apply ako sa Jobstreet, Makati naman. 49 wpm na. Woohoo! Alam ko na ang susunod kong sideline kapag nag-quit ako sa work. Theses, o kaya typing job. Nyehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakakainis... kung kailan stressed ako, saka ako tumataba ulit. Sige, Chris, you won. Mas pumayat ka na nga. Hindi na ako tinantanan ni Jing at Xenia sa panlalait, "Choi tumaba ka na..." Paano na 'yan, malapit na ang November? Hala... Birthday ko na... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of birthday... may balak ako sa birthday ko. Not actually sa mismong araw, ayoko naman mapraning ang nanay ko. She always believe na kapag birthday mo lapitin ka sa disgrasya. Kaya naman ayaw niyang manlibre ako sa labas at instead sa bahay nalang daw ako magpa-party (baka nga naman daw madisgrasya ang bulsa ko...). Siguro baka mga September ko gawin. Wait! I suddenly figured something out! Finally alam ko na kung kailan ako dapat mag-VL... Yehey!!! Ayoko munang ikuwento, surprise muna. Baka mabati e. Pero I'm excited. Super excited. Hihingi na nga ako ng VL form e. Now na! * &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isang kapapasok pa lamang na balita. Side-by-side evals from TL Fran: 96%. Woohoo!!! ang markdown ko lang, tulad ng dati, I don't address the caller by name. E pasensya, hindi kami close. At mas kakapapasok lang na balita, system outage na naman... Haaaay... wala na naman kaming system. Buti naman at pa-logout na. Hehehe! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I guess that's just about it po. Sabi ko naman random lang e. Pasensya sa magulong entry. Na-excite ako, dahil sa blog ko naisip ko na kung para saan ang VL ko. Hehehehe!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Wednesday, 26 July 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;15:00 MST (sakto sa logout ko hehehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115404114842333313?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115404114842333313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115404114842333313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115404114842333313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115404114842333313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/07/three-in-morning.html' title='three in the morning'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115378600857740888</id><published>2006-07-25T08:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-07-25T09:14:36.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sundae shift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;After last Saturday night, I'm looking forward to a 30% increase in blood sugar level, and a 10-pound weight gain. Thanks to three desserts taken in 20 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paula took us out last night for a month-late birthday treat at Burgoo's. Grabe Pau, salamat talaga! After dinner we spent the rest of the night strolling around (at least) half of SM Mall of Asia. Feeling ko half pa lang 'yun. Ang laki ng MoA no! May nadaanan kaming dessert stall malapit sa Power Books, nakita ko 'yung Caramel Mousse. Must Know About MasterChoi Tip #39: loves caramel desserts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Palabas na kami ng mall, we passed by another sundae stall, Spikes. Sorry, another Caramel Tracks sundae. Halfway on my stuff, sabi ni Francine manlilibre daw siya ng sundae para sa lahat. (We're 10 in the group: Paula, Corie, Ron, Diet, Mashi, Barbie, Leah, CJ, Francine, ako). Syempre I can't miss the chance na mailibre ni Francine. After nung Caramel, Choco-Berry naman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sabi ni Corie expect ko na raw na mahihilo ako at the end of the night, sugar rush daw. Wala lang, ang naalala ko lang e sobrang antok ako. At ang unang-una kong ginawa pagkabati ko sa nanay ko ay dumiretso sa CR. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;One lesson I've learned though: life is too short to hold back sudden cravings. Give in, but be sure you'll know what good (or bad) it would do you. Nai-imagine ko na tuloy, by the time I hit the gym back by August, pagsisihan ko na naman ang bawat sundae at cups of rice kapag hindi ko na mabuhat 'yung weights. Nyahaha!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Considered naman 'yun na treat ko sa sarili ko. It's been a long time since I've blogged, at super daming nangyari. The night ultimately called for a self-celebration, personally. We rushed my father to the hospital last month, na-infect 'yung sugat sa paa niya hanggang sa may mga ugat, kaya nag-overflow (sorry "overflow" talaga ang term) ang dugo. Inoperahan siya para masara 'yung sugat. Hindi pa siya fully recovered, at baon pa kami sa utang ngayon, pero achievement na 'yung natapos ko 'yung ilang linggo na kulang ako sa tulog dahil lahat sila nagbabantay sa ospital, so ako dapat ang tao sa bahay at sa tindahan, habang kulang pa ako sa tulog. Partida pa 'yan dahil nag-OT pa ako. At one more thing, na-overcome ko na rin ang phobia ko sa hospitals. Syempre kailangan ko dalawin tatay ko dun, alangan namang sabihin ko, "dito na lang ako sa bahay, takot ako sa ospital e." Kaya nga achievement siya para sa akin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another reason to celebrate dahil finally, finally, finally, converted na to 'regular' ang status ko sa TeleTech. Yeah, hindi ko tinuloy 'yung resignation ko. At one point I felt fooled because those people who planned of leaving ahead of me were those same people na nauna pang pinapirma for "change of status" at nauna pang nag-retract ng resignation. Sila 'tong mga atat mag-resign at nagtanim sa utak ko nang kung anu-ano. Hehehe! Pero hindi naman ako galit sa kanila. I had my own reasons for leaving din naman that time, ginatungan lang nila. But anyway we all stayed naman so what's the point of whining? Oh wait, actually may reason ako to feel grumpy about the regularization thing. Nag-usap kami nang masinsinan ng TL ko. Kinailangan pa raw i-debate 'yung pagka-regular ko. Dami ko daw kasing absent. I completely understand that an employee's dedication to work shows in his attendance, or reliability. Nakakainis lang dahil napahiya ako sa TL ko dahil kailangan pa niyang makipag-away para sa akin. It's like, don't those "goddesses" up there check on my profile and performance? Hindi ako tangang agent 'no. Hindi naman ako inutil sa floor. Ayokong magbuhat ng sariling bangko pero I must say na nagawa ko namang makipagsabayan sa mga tenured. Siguro it's true na gaano ka man ka-competent, 'yung flaws pa rin nila ang makikita mo. TL Allan gave me 3 months to clear my file notes. He asked me at least this whole month of July to prove of all of them wrong, na tama siya na I deserve the regularization. Hindi niya lang alam how much I want to throw it back to their faces. I hate to say it, pero suddenly parang hindi na ko nagtatrabaho for self-fulfillment. Everything's like a work of revenge, at alam kong one way or another may hindi 'yun ibubungang maganda. I never thought a call center job could be so demanding, CSR ka pa lang ha. Ayoko lang kasi nang nage-effort ka, tapos sa minsan ka lang nagkamali e parang wala silang na-appreciate. Well sorry, I'm so up for the challenge. Watch me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Surprisingly, madalas ko atang nakikita ang Thomas ngayon. Kailan lang, nagpainom si Jonags sa bahay nila. That was the first time I saw them drunk. Yeah, like we don't have the right to get drunk and mess up? Lumalakas na din yata ang threshold ko sa alcohol. Dati hilo na ako sa isang boteng San Mig Light, tapos sinanay naman ako ni Saldy sa San Mig Strong Ice, tapos pati Red Horse kinaya ko na rin. At sorry naman, hindi pa ako lasheng. Ako 'yung naghatid sa mga lasing sa may tricycle para makauwi. Dizzy, I must say, to go to an OT shift that night. Baka mahalatang nakainom ako e, I'd rather stay, at least may reputasyon pa rin akong 'inosente' sa office. Hahahaha! Joke! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;By August, I'm certain nag magyayaya naman si CJ dahil Birthday niya. Out ang September, then October birthday na ni Ron. After nun, December na. Hahahaha! &lt;em&gt;Lulusot pa e, kailangan mo rin manlibre sa birthday mo, Choi!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blog world... I'm back from the dead. Episode 1 was a total flop. One thing you'd keep in mind kung gusto mo ng podcast, make sure 'you're not on a dial-up... Nakaka-frustrate. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Final quote: I asked Francine if she would date someone younger than her. "Yes, maturity is not determined by age naman e." I wish all girls, er, women, share the same principle. &lt;em&gt;Sige Choi, go fishing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115378600857740888?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115378600857740888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115378600857740888' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115378600857740888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115378600857740888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/07/sundae-shift.html' title='sundae shift'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-115093521790899922</id><published>2006-06-22T08:05:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-25T05:07:14.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>episode 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.de/files/24015075/choi1.mp3.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Ito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; ang bagong gimik ko ngayon. Ehehehehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;Na-inspire lang ako sa podcast ni Jason Mraz. Eto... nangarap magkaroon ng sariling podcast.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na ha. Kung gusto niyong sakyan ang trip ko, click the link lang, then your default media player will read it. Kung ayaw or matagal mag-buffer, huwag na kayong mag-dial up or Smart Bro. Haha! Joke! Kung mabagal mag-buffer paki- "save target as." This audio message has a total of 9:45 minutes, parang AHT ko. Ehehe! .mp3 file po 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya sa kabaliwan ha. Sana sakyan niyo na lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Comments are highly appreciated. Criticisms are very welcome. Just get ready to be murdered. Jokez!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-115093521790899922?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/115093521790899922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=115093521790899922' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115093521790899922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/115093521790899922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/06/episode-1.html' title='episode 1'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114936015506633549</id><published>2006-06-04T02:38:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:42:02.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mushmallow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ano bang mas mahirap... 'yung pag-aralang mahalin ang taong nagmamahal sa 'yo? O ang umasang mamahalin ka ng taong mahal mo?"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching "Got 2 Believe" for like the gazillionth time, and yet (dahil siguro sa sounds, hindi kasi maganda ang sound engineering ng movie na 'to pag sa cable e!), ngayon ko lang narinig nang mabuti ang linyang 'yan ni Toni (portrayed by Claudine Barretto). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time out muna from my daily rants about work... nakakasawa na rin kasi. (Hehehe! The movie's OST is playing on my WinAmp... Aliw!). Time to blog about something cheesy and mushy naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My classmate/friend, Leah, has always been asking this particular question for almost practically every year na naging magkaklase kami: "anong mas gusto mo, taong mahal mo o taong mahal ka?" And every year naman, as if hindi ko pa siya nasasagot, nag-iisip muna talaga ako for like 5 seconds before answering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, hindi ko na kaklase si Leah, yet the movie posed the same old question to me again. And now, it took me the whole night to figure out the answer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I answer, konting liko muna. Looking back, na-frustrate ako. Honestly. Thinking about it, those times in my life that I consider "heartaches" turned out to be just mere "frustrations." Malaki ang difference e. Frustrations are just for things you weren't able to get. Girls (or women) for example, na I never get the chance to even date, or merely tell them na I admire them ("admire" na akala ko noong mga panahong 'yun e "love.") How do I know it's not love? Two things: I'm able to move on that fast, and I never imagined spending the rest of my life with them. True, it could've been great kung naging girlfriend ko 'yung 4th year crush-ng-bayan (na naging crush ko nung Grade 6 pa lang ako, mahilig talaga ako sa mature ehehe!), or 'yung charming cute transferee nung 1st year high school kami (whom I shared the same likeness to Britney Spears, if I could remember), or that cute-and-super-kulit seatmate I had nung Grade 6 ako. Well siguro totoo minsan 'yung sinabi ni Sam Milby as Lance sa "Close to You": "I believe in puppy love... first love... whatever you wanna call it. 'Coz it stays with you... I know. Mine did. [&lt;em&gt;sabay tingin kay Bea, at sabay lagok ni John Lloyd ng beer. ehehe!]"&lt;/em&gt; Pero hindi rin. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So, Choi, konek sa question?&lt;/em&gt; Hmm... I heard you ask that. Hehe! Ang konek: I really can't answer the question dahil seemingly, never pa pala ako na-in love nang todo all my life. And I believe it takes a person to experience such to answer the question. Ang labo naman ng "sino mas gusto mo, crush mo or crush ka?" Pambata di ba? Parang G-Mik at Click. Ewww!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, medyo confused na naman nga ako. Before going to college, I believe I'm deeply in love with this girl na lately ko lang naging ka-close. If you're pretty, has a good sense of humor, at madalas kong nakakasama, matakot ka na. Chances are nadedevelop na ako sa 'yo. [Maliban na lang po kung editor or senyor kita sa Plaridel, or matanda ka sa akin ng 5 years, marunong naman po ako rumespeto. Ahihi!] 'Yun nga 'yung nagyari sa akin. Na-develop ako sa kanya. In love daw ako sa girl na 'yun sabi ni Master Choi. Hanggang ngayon I'm still into her and can always imagine her being the mother of my cute, smart, healthy twins. I have a code name for her: Wallet. Simply because nasa wallet ko ang photo niya pero wala naman kaming relasyon (take note, binili ko pa ang picture na 'yun sa isang friend na walang pakisama pero my business mindset. Hmp!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then nito lang, lately lang, a major blast from the past occured (recently, nung super down ako, isa 'to sa mga reason). I was a stupid sophomore back then. Sobrang petty nung fight, pero pinalaki ko. Reason: kasi that time mahal ko na siya pero alam ko never niya akong mamahalin, so pinalaki ko 'yung petty fight just to push her back. As in siya talaga ang nag-sorry for everything pero I pushed her back. I needed space, sabi ni Master Choi. So matagal siyang nawala by the end of that year, wala kaming contact. My mind got off her once in a while, pero madalas ko pa rin siyang maalala nun. Then recently lang, she's back. I'd like to give her Codename: Asian. Asian features e. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird thing is, I suddenly almost forgot about Wallet and the feelings I had for her pagbalik ni Asian sa buhay ko. So akala ko, I'm so in love with Wallet, pero hindi pala. Nandun pa rin 'yung feelings kay Asian. I wasn't really able to move on pala. And to be honest, I'd really love to spent my whole life with Asian. Suddenly hindi ko na alam kung ano 'yung naramdaman at nararamdaman ko. Akala ko "love" na 'yun, pero parang hindi pa. Was it just a long-running infatuation kay Wallet? Frustrated lang ba ako kay Asian, tapos ngayon gusto ko na siya ulit? Have I really loved Wallet or Asian during those times, or admiration lang talaga...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it seems that I really can't answer the question. Hindi ko na naman alam kung na-in love na nga ba ako or what. I suck when it comes to love. Hindi naman ako Don Romantico tulad ni Teen housemate Gerald. I might be a writer *someday* that might have brilliant love stories in mind, pero pucha, sarili kong love story wala pa sa page 1. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird kasi ang concept ko of love and relationship. Wala pa akong naging girlfriend. Kasi my concept of a girlfriend is someone I could have forever. I had relationships na hindi naman seryoso, tamang fling lang, at hindi sila counted. Gusto ko girlfriend na eventaually e wife na. I believe ganun ang love story ng nanay at tatay ko. Wala pang 1 year 'yung shota stage nila, nagpakasal na agad. Ataterz! Pero a, never ko pa sila nakita mag-away. Tamang inisan, pero not to the extent na may mga lumilipad na plato at nagsusulputang maleta at layasan. Kaya siguro ganun din ang concept ko. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa experience ko, palagi na lang ako ang nagmamahal, never pa 'yung ako 'yung minahal. Or at least I thought, malay ko ba kung meron diyang may gusto sa 'kin. Puta, feeling 'no? But just a hypothetical answer: I'd rather wish for that someone I love to love me back. It's a selfish answer honestly. Kasi in the process, unfair ka sa sarili mo e. And unfair ka sa kanya dahil hindi mo siya pinapalaya from your hopes. Pero sorry, sabi nga ng 'N Sync, "you can call me selfish, but all I want is your love." Well, if you chose otherwise, mas lalong unfair sa sarili mo. Dahil you deserve to be happy naman e. A ewan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ngayon, after this blog entry, umaasa akong mababasa 'to ni Joe D' Mango, pero hindi ng Thomas o ni Asian. Yeah, sa laki kong bulas na 'to e takot akong magpakita ng emotions. So hanggang ngayon sana huwag nilang mabasa 'to. Bloghoppers who don't fucking know me are always welcome. Thanks by the way for dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;Hay! Ang mushy! High school na high school! Yayks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sabi naman ni Lorenz (Rico Yan) kay Toni in the end, "I don't believe in forever, Toni. But... I've found forever in you." Umaasa pa rin akong magagamit ko ang linyang 'yan. Sana, sa lalong madaling panahon na. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. Find Robert Langdon&lt;/em&gt;. Ahehe! Naalala ko lang ang Da Vinci Code. Loser Choi watched it alone. Ka-text ko si Asian habang hinihintay ang movie mag-start. Yari! Sana huwag talaga niya mabasa 'to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114936015506633549?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114936015506633549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114936015506633549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114936015506633549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114936015506633549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/06/mushmallow.html' title='mushmallow'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114829303680976402</id><published>2006-05-22T18:14:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:20:49.706+08:00</updated><title type='text'>your song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Paulit-ulit sa Winamp ko ang "I'll Be There for You" by The Rembrandts. Friends nostalga na naman. As always. Finally may na-download na akong matinong "Friends" wallpaper. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Compared to what I've been feeling for a couple of weeks now, mas OK na ako. Masakit lang talaga ang sugat sa umpisa. Sa tulog ng Vitamin K (tama ba?), mabilis nag-clot ang dugo. 'Yung peklat, pwede ipa-derma 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;Tanggap ko nang kailangan mag-resign. At mahirap maghanap ng trabaho. Thanks kay Jed, may karamay ako sa pakikipagpuyatan sa applications after shift. Bangenge sa interview at essay amp! Thanks girl a!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;QA ko, in fairness, from last months 67% MTD, ngayon 76.67% na. Sorry Ben, sign pa rin 'to na magreresign ako. Pero at least pinatunayan kong may effort di ba? At hindi lang sa effort ang gusto kong ipakita sa 'yo. Gusto kong patunayan na kayang itaas, kaso kulang pa rin. Salamat sa once-in-a-lifetime coaching. Hindi ako sarcastic, salamat talaga. Sobrang malaking bagay. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Yung Letran. Bahala na kung tanggapin ang leave or hindi. Last time, may nakatabi ako sa jeep. Dalawa lang kami sa jeep. Nagulat ako sa bitbit niya. EAF ng La Salle. Yeah, I guess this is a sign. Willing naman maging first year ulit. Pero congrats kay Stacy, na graduate na come June. Yehey!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Yung finale ng Will &amp;amp; Grace, medyo nasilip ko dahil sa super bait ng NBC, may webcast sila for a week. Bait sobra! Bagay si Jack at si Kevin Bacon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Last denied applicatin ko 'yun kanina. Creative writer ang hinahanap. Para sa isang web developing company. Kaso naman ang client, adult-themed. Porn site pala ang website na gagawin namin! Screening kami kanina, I failed. Tungkol sa homosexuality ang essay e. English pa. Sakit sa ulo. Puyat pa ako. Proves one thing: hindi ako manyakis. Yes! Also freed me of the dilemma kung gagamitin ko nga ba 'yung writing skills ko for porn. I mean, you may call me a freaking perv, pero I consider writing as the greatest talent God gave me. At medyo nagdalawang-isip ako kung itutuloy ko ang pagiging pornster. Buti hindi na kailangan pang mag-isip. Nice one, "Big Bro."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang kinakatakot ko rin e baka may umangkin ng essay ko kanina. Basta pag may nabasa kayong essay about homosexuality that starts with the joke "Bakit dumadami ang bading pero hindi sila nanganganak?" (in English ha!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;A lot of help and inspiration I got from Bob Ong's "Stainless Longganisa." Galing. I've read reviews na hindi siya masyadong funny, pero you're right, you're not there to be comic. Otherwise, dapat nga pinuno mo ng pictures mo ang libro. Hehehe! But next to "Trip to Quiapo," I consider this as a writer's handbook. Salamat chong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nagsawa na ako sa Friends OST. Winamp jumps to "Sukob Na" by 17:28. Finally, na-realize ko na ulit sa sarili ko, sa gitna ng malakas na ulan, maraming payong na pwedeng masukuban. At OK lang mabasa, mas gwapo nga ako kung wet look e. Finally, positive na ulit ang tingin ko at things. Finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bait ng Winamp... kasunod pa ang "Wordplay" ni Jason Mraz. Woohoo!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114829303680976402?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114829303680976402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114829303680976402' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114829303680976402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114829303680976402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/your-song.html' title='your song'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114810496408153667</id><published>2006-05-20T13:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:21:25.836+08:00</updated><title type='text'>good night will and grace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;It's the series finale of Will &amp; Grace last Thursday night, Friday morning Manila Time (may shift ako nito a?). Syemps, hindi ko napanood. Sana pala nakitanong ako sa customer ko ("Is there anything else I can assist you with today? Oh, and have you watched the Will &amp;amp; Grace finale?"). Hehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 372px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="321" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/finale.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haaay... Just thinking... Paano na ang NBC Thursday nights? Nawala na ang Friends at hanggang season 3 (?) lang ang Joey. Tapos ngayon wala na ang Will &amp; Grace. Hm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Francine, yeah, I've watched the 7th season ender, buhay nga si Stanley Walker. Akalain mo 'yun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So long, Will, Grace, Jack, and Karen. And Rosario. Hehe! Magkikita pa tayo, bibili lang ako ng DVD player. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nga pala, I took this quiz from NBC.com, which Will &amp;amp; Grace character are you? And to my surprise, I'm...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/wgquiz.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114810496408153667?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114810496408153667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114810496408153667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114810496408153667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114810496408153667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-night-will-and-grace.html' title='good night will and grace...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114777434005554629</id><published>2006-05-16T18:03:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T15:30:32.276+08:00</updated><title type='text'>signs</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Disclaimer: If you're sick about my rants... might as well not read the post. But thanks for dropping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dianne... that gray sweat shirt you picked for me was a total jinx. I swear I'm never gonna wear that shirt to work again. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I spent the first quarter of my 24-hr rest day applying for another job in ACS (nakalimutan ko ibig sabihin ng ACS, nasa taas 'yung kopya pero I'd rather not waste time for it). Bottom lime is, and you could've sensed the bitterness, I never got in. Si Jed naman, 'yung manager, este, kasama ko mag-apply (siya kasi ang taga-feed sa akin ng mga call center na dapat applyan e), hindi nakatiis sa super tagal ng interview. Ako namang mapalad na masalang sa interview e natapat sa isang Recruitment dude na dati palang taga-TeleTech. For one thing, ginisa niya ako sa interview. Bakit daw aalis ako sa TeleTech after 7 months, kung isa raw akog empleyadong may work ethics I'd stay for 2 years. Or baka daw kaya hindi ako na-regular dahil sa performance ko. Or dahil sa undergraduate ako. Well, for one thing, boy-next-door, hindi ako na-regular dahil sa pharyngitis that plagued me for one whole week. And the new contract with Sprint never honored our 4 months with Best Buy. And for an undergraduate, sorry for being 'mayabang' pero I'm performing great naman. And if anything, I'm too young to talk about work ethics pare. Pera ang kailangan ko to finish my damn studies and get a serious job. Then we'll discuss work ethics. Don't get me wrong, hindi ako solid na mukhang pera. But I'm doing all these for my own reasons. Time is running, I'm not getting any younger. Sa ngayon I need a work that can give me a higher compensation. It's not that ayokong maging loyal sa TeleTech, obvious namang gusto ko e. Pero if there are no clear opportunities for growth, what's the reason for staying?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;So ngayon, nakaharap ako sa PC, surfing pinoyexchange for call centers na hopefully OK. Still thinking twice kung ipapasa ko na mamaya kay Ben ang resignation letter ko. Na isang linggo nang kinukulit sa akin ni Jed. May offer naman from a headhunter for an email/chat support stint in Ortigas. Bago kayo magreklamo sa layo, it's a whopping 22 grand package. May offer naman from Brian to coach me interview questions para makalusot sa Dell, para may kasama siya. P 21,000 ang package at kung hindi ka maka-let go sa TeleTech, OK lang dahil located siya sa SM Mall of Asia. Hmm... why not! Pero hindi rin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I asked God for a sign if I should quit. And with an average QA of 64.17%, ACE scores that never reached 100% after Best Buy, no customer commendation and a hard copy file note, God, sign lang po ang hiningi ko, hindi sign&lt;strong&gt;s&lt;/strong&gt; with an s. So I guess it's clear, I should look for another job. Ngayon namang naghahanap ako, eto. I never got in to Sutherland and ACS. So, God, what do You want... maging taong bahay na lang ako? I know there are times na alam Mong ayaw kong pumasok, but that doesn't mean ayokong pumasok at all. I want to be productive naman. Well, baka naman gusto Niyang bumalik na ako sa school? Yeah, as if may babagsak na P 60,000 at isang digital SLR camera from up above di ba? ('Yung P 60,000 e pang-enroll for 2 sems, 'yung camera, para sa photography class at kaartehan lang). Hindi ko na talaga alam kung ano'ng gagawin ko...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Got this from a site. You should sometimes trust blog quizzes, you know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#dddddd;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Your Job Dissatisfaction Level is 24%&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#eeeeee"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/shouldyouquityourjobquiz/job-2.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Your job is not bad, but it's probably not a long term thing.You're just not happy enough to stick around for too long...And there's little that can change how you feel.Start looking around for other options, but only quit for something really good!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How about this: the jinx gray shirt that got me nowhere, plus the semikal-exconvict-dirty look, plus the dropping weight... Clear sign Choi. Mag-callboy ka na lang. High pay, less work, night shift, how's that? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114777434005554629?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114777434005554629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114777434005554629' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114777434005554629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114777434005554629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/signs.html' title='signs'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114725062070686001</id><published>2006-05-10T15:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T17:13:03.050+08:00</updated><title type='text'>salamat sa pagtawag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;American companies outsource here in the Philippines kasi opinion nila na Filipinos are service-oriented and generally "mabait" when it comes to dealing with customers. Pero dito mismo sa Pilipinas, 'yung Customer Care groups ng ibang companies, walang kakwenta-kwenta. Sarap itapon. Rar!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;And my rants are just brought up by one simple concern: to activate my voicemail account, that is. Dalawa na nga 'yun SIM ko, as I have mentioned. At dahil wala namang Number Portability dito sa Pilipinas (portability means you can take your number to another wireless carrier, namen! Trabaho nga namin 'yun e!), importante sa akin na when people want to reach me, I can inform them to try my other sim or just leave a vm message. Syemps, maarte na ang lolo mo. Wala kayo pakialam... hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So I called Sun Cellular customer care department last night. Excited e. 11pm last night, dahil ang hirap nila ma-contact during office hours. Boring IVR (or automated system). If Americans hate the long wait over an IVR that would lead them to incorrect departments, baka gusto nila dito sa Pilipinas. Three options lang, may kausap ka na kaagad. And straight to the point din, walang masyadong scripting na "I'll be happy to activate your voicemail, sir." Well, pinoy-to-pinoy kasi e. Siguro kaya ganun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Thank you sa mga nakausap ko dun sa Sun, mababait sila sa mga customer na hindi kabisado ang number nila. Hehe! Ang nakakapikon lang, 24 hours pa bago ma-activate ang voicemail! Napahiya pa nga ako kasi tumawag ulit ako kaninang umaga dahil ayoko maniwalang 24 hours talaga. Sabi nung rep sa akin, "Base po sa records namin, tumawag na po kayo para ipa-activate ang voicemail niyo... paki-monitor na lang po within 24 hours..." A, ok. So totoong ganun nga siya katagal. Nyemas naman o! Ang nakakaasar pa, yun tatlong access numbers na binigay nila sa akin to dial to access my voicemail, lahat ayaw gumana. Rar! Nakakainis, at least sa Smart tatawag ka lang, once lang OK na. Or so I thought. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So tawag naman akong Smart Communications. At dahil 20 million daw ang subscribers nila, as if sabay-sabay tatawag lahat 'yun, kanina 4am lang ako nakatyempo. Kung ako ang CSR ng Smart, iisipin ko "praning 'tong customer na 'to, alas-kwatro ng umaga tatawag para lang sa voicemail..." So inayos naman niya. Mega-remind pa na "P6.50 everytime you dial 100 for your voicemail..." I dialled 100, ayaw pa rin. Tawag ako ng 7am, "I'm sorry for the inconvenience sir, pero 'yun lang po talaga ang pwede nating gawin e (ang ma-charge ng P6.50 for every call to 100, that is)." No offense meant pare, pero hindi mo ata na-gets 'yun tanong ko. Sabi ko, "hindi ko ma-access e, puro busy tone lang..." At ang sasabihin mo sa akin paki-dial na lang ang 100 at P6.50 per call? Hay! Nat lisening! Kaya tumawag na naman ako ng 2pm (makikipagsiksikan ka sa ibang subscribers na tumatawag, grabe queueing ang Smart!) para ipaayos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Their magic words: "Na-take note na po namin ang concern niyo para ma-check ng technical department namin, pero for now paki-monitor na lang po within 24 hours..." After the call, I dialled 100. Voila! May voicemail na! 'Yun sana 'yung ginawa nung dude na nakausap ko kanina. OK lang pare, pareho tayong hindi morning person, hehe! Kasi the last time na nangyari sa 'kin 'yun, ganun din ang sabi ng CSR at gumana rin siya right after. Gaguhan ata 'to e. Kailangan ata talaga ng follow-up call e no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;'Yun lang naman. Sa ngayon, may voicemail na ulit ako sa Smart. I'll be swapping SIMs every now and then kasi. Ang moral lesson: never ever be an irate caller. Always try your best to be nice to CSRs instead of being bitchy and rude. Three things: they're humans (entitled to make mistakes sometimes), they're tied up to the systems that they're using (therefore you just need to wait), and you'll never know what they can do with your account. Haha! Pero 'yun. Mahirap bang maging mabait? Hindi naman e!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Another realization: minsan talaga we tend to neglect our very own 'stuff.' Panay ang pasikat natin sa mga Amerikano na 'yan, pero customer care natin, I'm sorry, pero it sucks. Hindi lang customer care, service na rin mismo. Invalid access numbers, calls that can't go through, dropped calls. Ang liit-liit ng bansa natin hindi natin maayos 'yung Telecommunication system natin. Not that nilalait ko ang Smart, Globe, at Sun Cellular. Pero minsan mapipikon ka talaga, di ba? Sana lang ayusin. Malaki-laki na ang nakukulimbat niyo sa amin dahil sa mga text promo niyong hindi namin hinihingi, so sana improvement naman sa services.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;May shift na ako mamaya. 2am-1pm. Papasok ka nang madaling-araw, uuwi ka nang tanghaling tapat. OK lang, may Primetime access naman ako. Hehe! Thank you for calling na naman... Hmp!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114725062070686001?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114725062070686001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114725062070686001' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114725062070686001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114725062070686001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/salamat-sa-pagtawag.html' title='salamat sa pagtawag...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114711835526662347</id><published>2006-05-09T03:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T15:51:57.396+08:00</updated><title type='text'>speaking of...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;First time kong manood ng I-Witness. Tanga 'no? Kung Comm Arts student ka isa siya sa mga must-see. Pero ngayon lang ako nakapanood. Hehe! Pasensya na po! Sakto, ang dokyu ni Jay Taruc e "Condo: (Sa Ilalim ng Tulay)". Hala, akalain mo! Akala ko kung saang location kukunan ang docu, sa Pasay pala. Hehe! Hindi ko alam kung 'yun 'yung Cementina Bridge or iba pa, pero nasa Pasay-Makati boundary siya. Well, I wasn't disappointed with my first time watching I-Witness. Magaling talaga sila, tama lang na may mga docu filmfest sila SM malls once a year. Galing ni Jay Taruc, simple ang atake niya sa docu pero diretso. At ang ganda ng videocam niya, ang mini. Ako nga natatakot kasi baka ma-shoot lang sa ilog. More than the material recorded, sa videocam itself manghihinayang ka pag nahulog sa ilog 'yun. Ang nakaka-disappoint, kung ano'ng itsura ng Pasay. Haaay... kaya naman sa chatroom i'm 19/male/Makati e. Hehe! I was flipping through channels, pero sa I-Witness talaga ako napako for some 30 minutes. Until mag-Nip/Tuck na.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Nip/Tuck, hindi ko alam kung anong season na ng Nip/Tuck. Pero maganda pa rin naman siya. Never became a follower, pero everytime na maabutan ko siya sa ETC e pinapanood ko naman. Huli kong panood, 'yung pasyente nila e isang babaeng may Stigmata wounds (that movie freaked the hell out of me, by the way), tapos may nagsasabing hindi raw 'yun wounds ng Stigmata, may sakit lang daw siya sa utak or suicidal or something. Basta. Tapos ang napanood ko naman kanina, 'yung pasyente ni Sean e isang ex-con. Pasyente naman ng isang doctor na partner niya (Chris ba pangalan nun? Sorry nanghula lang ako e...) 'yung ape sa zoo (scientific contribution niya daw 'yun). Pero the episode was more on Sean's son Matt, who learned that her girlfriend is a he. Hindi ko masyadong na-gets, pero si Sean ata ang nag-opera dun sa "guy" tapos naging sila ni Matt. Basta ang naabutan ko na lang e inamin ni Sean sa anak niya na lalaki nga 'yung girl na 'yun. (Lalaki 'yung girl na 'yun? Ano daw?). Ayun. Tapos may isang scene dun na si Marlon ('yung ex-con), hinahabol ng mga taong parang gangsters na ex-con din siguro. Si Matt naman hinahabol ng isang tropa ng bading (nakakatakot talaga kasi ang laki ng katawan nila pero cross-dressed) na ka-tropa ng isang cross-dresser na binugbog niya the night before. Ngayon lang ako nakakita ng isang batalyong bading na mas malaki pa ang katawan kaysa sa 'kin. Pero ang galing ng execution nung chase, simultaneous. Pati 'yung bugbugan. Galing...! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bading (umuulan ng word na "bading" a), may isang agent sa dati kong account (which is Best Buy) na kamukha nun ni Matt from (Nip/Tuck, never mind kung hindi ka naman talaga nanonood). And surprisingly, bading din siya. Hehe! Pero may mga kakilala talaga ako na may crush sa kanya, girls a. Sinasabi nga nila na "Hay nako, crush na crush ko talaga 'yan si *insert name here*, sayang bading siya..." Well, kung naging lalaki siya, I'm sure maraming girls na maloloko 'yun. Kapag nga tumatabi ako dun, feeling ko super itim at super pangit at super jologs ko. Ganun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Best Buy, I'm so so so happy for my Best Buy friend (and mom) Jae. Next level na sila ng love interest niya (that guy na sabi niya e 'dad' ko raw...). Sabi ko kay Jae dati, "oo, torpe talaga 'yang si *dad*, e kanino pa ba naman ako magmamana di ba?" Pero ngayon, things are really running fast-paced after that company outing sa Splash Island. Natutuwa naman ako kay Jae, that smile on her face isn't really fading, sobrang kilig kasi. At 'yung mga kwento niya sa 'kin, hay, parang high school. They both know they've got something, pero walang umaamin. Dahil hindi pwede, dahil sa circumstances involving work. Ayoko ngang i-elaborate dahil my blog is not for gossips about someone else's life. Pero to Jae, for now, enjoy the "mystery" na lang, even if it's not a "mystery" anymore. Gets? And salamat talaga sa Sun sim, mom! Super thanks!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Sun sim, may Sun sim na ako. (Oo nga Choi, obvious namang kasasabi mo lang). So sa mga Sun texters 'jan, lemme give you my number. 0922*******. Ehehehe! Kinuha ko siya kanina (or kagabi, basta mga 10pm Monday night Manila time) kay Jae, since excited na rin ako makibalita sa kanya at miss ko na rin ang Tazo ng Starbucks. Libre nga siya, pero sa mga nagastos ko kagabi (taxi, Tazo, load), e parang bumili na rin ako. Pero Jae, thanks pa rin ha! Kahit na hindi ako pinapasok ng guard sa TeleTech (sobrang dressdown kasi ako for a corporate Monday night), at least may sim na ako. Yay! And at least, nakalabas ako ng bahay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of bahay, medyo nagi-guilty na rin ako. Lately, matamlay ako pag nasa bahay. Walang makakausap sa akin nang matino. Nanay ko, panay ang pakain at pag-asikaso sa 'kin, dahil hindi normal sa anak niyang si Choi ang matamlay sa bahay. Pati sa ate ko tinatanong niya kung bakit daw ako nakasimangot, sabi ko na lang "puyat kasi ako e." Palagi rin nila ako pinagsasabihan na "ano ba 'yan, nangangayayat ka, pumapangit ka na, bagsak na bagsak na 'yang katawan mo, para kang nagkasakit, tigilan mo na nga 'yang reduce-reduce na 'yan..." At, hindi na nila ako inaasahan sa gawaing bahay. Hahayaan nila akong buksan ang computer or manood ng TV or mag-gym or matulog or lumayas late-night kahit walang pasok. Nakaka-guilty lang kasi ginagawa nilang lahat 'to dahil they're trying hard to please me dahil obvious na something's (or some things are) bothering me. Sa blog man lang, allow me to apologize for acting strange. Nagsabay-sabay lang lahat ng problema. Problema mo na nga 'yung pera sa bahay, problema mo 'yung stats mo sa work, pati ba naman lovelife na never kang nagkaroon e problema mo na rin? Ganun kabigat. Kaya sorry na lang. Pero 'yung pangangayayat ko, ehem, effort talaga 'yan. Well, partly dahil sa problema sa love life kaya nag-super effort maging fit. I'm almost there, by the way, exagge lang 'tong nanay ko by saying bumagsak daw katawan ko. Pero basta, sorry ulit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And speaking of sorry... nag-sorry sa amin si TL Ben dahil nga sa hindi niya kami nako-coach on QA and performance. OK lang 'yan TL, obvious naman dahil salisi nga ang sched natin. Opening kami, closing ka. May pasok ka kapag-off namin. May pasok kami kapag-off ka. And hayaan mo 'yung mga taong pine-pressure ka. Pag hindi mo na kaya, resign! Haha! Joke! Kaya 'yan TL. Go!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hm... Bakit nga ba "speaking of" e hindi naman ako nagsasalita? Nagta-type ako e...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114711835526662347?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114711835526662347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114711835526662347' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114711835526662347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114711835526662347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/speaking-of.html' title='speaking of...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114707500772089501</id><published>2006-05-08T15:44:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T16:15:08.716+08:00</updated><title type='text'>let's what?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/letsgo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/letsgo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.abs-cbn.com/entertainment/about-letsgo.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ff99;"&gt;Let's Go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; daw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yan ang bagong youth-oriented show ng ABS-CBN, na hindi ko alam kung kailan ang premiere. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tungkol daw 'to sa buhay ng college students na nasa dorm. Yeah, youth-oriented show nga ito, no doubt. At least, hindi ito masyadong pa-cute katulad ng G-Mik or masyadong inclined sa maturity tulad ng Buttercup. Just right, pero sana lang huwag sumablay. Sa dami ng characters (dose? tama ba?), sana lang wag mahilo writers nila.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes it different is that hindi pa masyadong kilala 'yung cast. Fresh faces talaga, I have no clue kung saan pinagkukuha 'yung mga 'yun. But I think they're chosen based on the characters sa script, kaya mas OK. Compared sa mga paulit-ulit na mukha na nakikita natin sa TV day-in-day-out, na sila pa ang naga-adjust sa character and yet hindi naman ma-justify ang role.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ABS-CBN is at it again... sige good luck ha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At saka sana, by the time na maka-graduate ako e may matira pa akong concepts. Dream job ko talaga maging writer sa ABS-CBN e. Yeah, maging writer ng isang youth-oriented show/series/sitcom. TGIS-Gimik days pa lang, sabi ko sa sarili ko, "Gagawa din ako ng ganyan... nyehehehe!" Corny 'no? Walang corny-corny basta ba mag-rate e. At saka alangan namang pangrapin ko ang NBC at CBS at Fox di ba? Malabo naman 'yun. So dito na lang ako sa Pilipinas. Hehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sige, go na kayo. Sunod na lang ako. Mga, 3 years from now? Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114707500772089501?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114707500772089501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114707500772089501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114707500772089501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114707500772089501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/lets-what.html' title='let&apos;s what?'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114702933937392879</id><published>2006-05-08T03:13:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-08T15:40:45.206+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mistake number three</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wow... ngayon ko lang ulit na-experience magsimba.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko napakasama ko nang tao just by not hearing Mass every Sunday. Nasanay lang kasi, ganun talaga kami pinalaki ng aming mga magulang. Naks! Pero 'yun nga. Ang nakakahiya pa, kung kailan ako nagkaroon ng work (na talaga namang pinagdadasal ko way back...), saka pa ako hindi nakakasimba. Ang mas nakakahiya pa, the church is just some 50-calorie walk from the office. Should I be thrown now to the flames of hell?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First time kong magsimba (as in one whole Mass), dun sa enggrandeng simbahan malapit sa Baywalk, 'yung Shrine of Jesus (nakalimutan ko kung anong shortcut name ng simbahang 'yun). Well, yeah, dun kami nag-National Youth Day way back 1999, pero 'yun lang. Syempre back then, kasama talaga sa activities ang Mass. Ngayon lang ako 'nakapagsimba' dun. At in fairness, mga shala 'yung nakasabay ko dun. Syempre may mga kotse sila... Sino nga namang magtitiyagang magsimba sa simbahang nasa gitna ng isang malawak-na-lupaing-dating-dagat? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming 'yung feeling kapag dun ka nagsimba, or at least para sa 'kin. Wala lang, ang laki ng simbahan, mararamdaman mo ang solemnity ng lugar. Ang presko pa kasi medyo malapit nga sa dagat. Sobrang solemn, inantok ako. Sorry Lord, alam ko gising ka 24/7, e kaso dito sa earth kailangan may 8 hours sleep ka, alam Niyo naman po 'yun di ba?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naaliw pa ako sa gospel kanina. It's Good Shepherd Sunday pala, para sa mga pari, madre, at lahat ng mga nag-devote to serve God. Which reminds me, noong bata ako, wala akong pakialam kung ayaw niyo maniwala, pero pinangarap ko maging pari. Hindi ko rin alam kung bakit. A lot of things. Gusto kong maiba, halos lahat e gusto maging doktor, aba baka maubos na lahat ng sakit at lahat ng maysakit sa mundo. Tapos when I was a kid, palagi nilang sinasabi na "mabait 'yang si Choi... behave 'yan..." na parang wala akong masyadong exceptional talent like magaling sumayaw, kumanta, mag-drawing, kumain ng apoy, tumulay sa alambre, bumuhay ng patay. So kung mabait kang bata, paano mo 'yun mapa-pattern sa ambition mo di ba? E di mag-pari ka na lang. So 'yun ang naisip ko. Malay ko bang magiging tarantado akong bata paglaki... Pari ka diyan, 17 pa nga lang, naka-plot na ang gusto kong family structure, at kung sino ang magiging ina ng mga anak ko. Though marami sila... hehehehe!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lesson learned: you should always find time every Sunday to go to Mass. Kahit go lang, hear Mass is another thing, participate is yet another one. It's just an hour, you know? Ako, aminado ako, sa shift ko dati na [Saturday] 8pm- [Sunday] 7am, kung tutuusin may panahon akong magsimba dahil wala naman akong shift Sunday night. Kaso tinatanghali lang ako kaka-chika sa mga kasama ko sa floor, or kakahintay sa mga pwede makasabay pauwi. Either wala nang Mass dahil tanghali na, or sobrang init na at hindi ako makadilat. Lame na kung lame ang reason, pero kung kayo ang may ganitong trabaho (at nasira pa ang shades), mahirap na talaga 'yung hindi ka makadilat sa tindi ng araw. Kanina, alam ko, sa dami ng mga Linggo na hindi ako nakapagsimba (kasama Easter), nag-sacrifice na talaga ako. 9am 'yung mass, 8am pa lang andun na ako. Umuwi akong matindi na rin 'yung araw sa labas, pero hindi na ako nag-taxi. Tapos naje-jebs pa 'ko. Hindi naman sa nagmamalaki or nanunumbat ako. Pero totoo, kung gusto, maraming paraan; kung ayaw, umuulan ng dahilan. Hindi rin ako pari o banal, pero sa Kanya rin naman tayo lumalapit kapag may problema tayo di ba? Siya, wala Siyang problema, He just wants us to celebrate with Him one hour every week, hindi pa natin magawa. And besides, kaya nga may Jollibee ayt? (uhm, OK, motivation 'yan for kids...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mahirap, pero susubukan kong wag na maulit ang mistake number three. Never to break God's Third Commandment. Sana lang masustain ko. Pero since na-miss ko naman talaga magsimba, feeling ko makakaya 'kong magbalik-loob. Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114702933937392879?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114702933937392879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114702933937392879' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114702933937392879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114702933937392879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/mistake-number-three.html' title='mistake number three'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114690815868006034</id><published>2006-05-06T17:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T17:35:58.693+08:00</updated><title type='text'>sidus_bluelight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Halos isang taon din 'ata akong nanahimik  at ngayon ay ang tamang panahon para masabi ko na ang feeling ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;I am very sorry ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Siguro ung iba sa inyo magtataas ulit ng mga kilay dahil nagsulat na naman ako.  Wala na akong pakialam dun at hindi ko rin naman kayo masisisi kung ganon ang maging reaction ninyo.  It always takes two to tango guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Huwag kayong mag-alala, hindi na ako magtatagal pa. Ginawa ko lang naman ito para mai-good luck ko ang mga classm8s nating graduate na at dun sa mga magtatapos at may mga iba pang balakin sa buhay.  Enjoy lang lagi. I will always be with you and you will always be with my prayers. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;PS - Pasensya na talaga po okie. Ayoko lang na magkasalubong tayo at hindi magpapansinan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ccccff;"&gt;Thanks sa lahat ng help ninyo at sa time na binigay ninyo sa akin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Uhm... ok...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayun lang talaga naging reaction ko e...&lt;br /&gt;This email is from a high school classmate, na, last year lang yata 'yun, bombarded the thomas yahoo groups wih some hate mail. Ayoko nang i-elaborate. Looking back, napaka-petty ng reason ng awayan. And I've never been so corny in my life by getting myself super involved in it. Ewan ko ba, siguro masyado lang affected when my set of peers (why, shouldn't we at least consider him a peer for once in our lives, thomas?) get into some misunderstanding. It's like being a young kid and you don't want your parents fighting, so just the same, you don't want your barkada (na parang second family mo na rin) to be arguing over someone or something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Jeff, apology accepted. If memory serves me right, nag-sorry na ko sa 'yo before pa, nung sa kainitan pa ng gulo. So hindi ko na uulitin. We've all hated each other in one way or another, and I believe (sabihin mong hindi!) na nag-sorry ka man, the hatred is stull there. I understand, tao ka lang naman. Just bear in mind that the hatred, too, is still with us. Haha! Joke!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero seryoso. It took the whole class, not just 'two', to tango. Ganoon palagi. And I'm not in the position to say sorry on their behalf, kasi some of them might not be really sorry you know. Hindi naman sa masasama ang ugali nila, hindi lang siguro nila feel. Basta alam mo na 'yun, matalino ka naman e. Pero personally, I hope you accept my apologies as well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final words: Good luck din, sabi mo nga, sa new friends mo na kasama mo ngayon. We'll all get there, to that point in life when we meet and make new friends, that is. It's just so good to know that you learned to llok back at for once. OK na 'yun. At last na: ano nga ba ibig sabihin ng sidus_bluelight?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my god... I can't believe I made one blog entry about you. Yikes! Hehe! Peace na ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114690815868006034?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114690815868006034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114690815868006034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114690815868006034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114690815868006034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/sidusbluelight.html' title='sidus_bluelight'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114677541768848760</id><published>2006-05-05T04:39:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:06:46.876+08:00</updated><title type='text'>wanted: clown</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;(Leave of) Absence makes the heart grow fonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa wakas, natuloy din ang matagal ko nang planong pumunta sa Letran. &lt;em&gt;Mage-enrol ka na ulit?&lt;/em&gt; Hehe... wish ko lang. Nagpunta ako para mag-file ulit ng Leave of Absence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Never have I realized that I've finally learned to love Letran. Naalala ko, two years ago, sobrang sama ng loob ko habang nage-entrance exam sa Letran. Madali lang kasi ang exam dun (hindi sa pagmamayabang pero swear, madali lang!) kaya alam kong mapapasa ko siya. And passing the entrance exam means definitely leaving La Salle. Imagine, para kang naglalakad papalayo sa isang lugar na tinuring mong 'home' at mararamdaman mo talaga na may heavy ball chain na nakatali sa mga paa mo. Dramatic 'no? Huwag kayong makialam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then ito, ngayon ko lang na-realize na kahit papaano e parang 'home' na rin sa 'kin 'tong Letran. "Kahit papaano" kasi ang medyo naging ka-close ko lang talaga e 'yung CLASEd6, 'yung una kong block. Nung na-deblock kami per major medyo syempre hindi ko na ka-close 'yung mga tao. Ako pa naman 'tong may attitude problem, suplado ako kung sa suplado. Hindi ako nakikipagkilala talaga. Kaya ayun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pero maskipaps, na-miss ko sobra ang Letran. Ang ma-traffic na byahe sa kahabaan ng Mabini. Ang underpass (na ang linis na in fairness). Ang 7-11 Lawton na noong huli kong punta e ginagawa pa, at ang McDonalds Letran na noong huli kong punta e bukas pa (pero hindi na, totoo pala ang tsismis ng The Lance...). Na-miss ko si Mae, 'yung classmate ko na varsity ng volleyball na nag-quit at nag-SA sa Office of the Registrar (hello classmate!). Na-miss ko kahit papaano ang CA1A, na ngayon ay de-blocked na rin, at nahahati na sa CA3A, 3B, at 3C. Gosh... may '3' na sa mga block, pagbalik ko e thesis na kayo... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;That is kung makakabalik pa ako. Binasa ko ang LOA form. Kayo nga, anong interpretation niyo sa :"&lt;em&gt;Students with disciplinary records, academic deficiencies, unauthorized leave of absence and/or &lt;strong&gt;has been out of school for at least two (2) consecutive years may not be re-admitted.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;" Given: LOA na ako for 2 sems (1 whole year) last year. Ibig sabihin ba kapag nag-file ako this year e hindi na ako makakabalik sa Letran? Sabi ng isang SA ng Dean's Office, pwede pa. E kahit na, hindi ka batas sa Letran. Kailangan kong ma-confirm sa batas. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Buong byahe pauwi, malungkot ako. Super lungkot. Kahit na may isang sosyalerang ale na nakikipagmurahan sa cellphone niya sa saktong pagdaan ng FX sa Malate Church. Kahit na may lalaking mukhang bading na kanina pa lingon nang lingon sa likod kung saan ako nakaupo. Kahit na may dalawang lalaking mukhang promdi na nagkukulitan kahit hindi pa nagbabayad. Parang lahat sila wala doon, parang ako lang mag-isa na namomroblema at walang karamay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ayan na naman Choi. Kwentong OSY na naman. Minsan kwentong resign. Minsan kwentong chope. Pasensya na kayo, e sa ganun lang nang ganun ang nangyayari sa akin e. Wala na nga akong matinong trabaho (matino ba 'yung bagsak ang stats mo?), wala pa akong seryosong girlfriend, wala pa akong course na natapos. Ultra Mega Loser to the Max.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Balik akong Letran sa Monday. Ipapasa ko 'yung LOA form, at baka magpapagawa na rin ako ng ID dahil nawawala ang ID ko. Lekat na 'yan, P600. Ni hindi ko nga alam kung pagkatapos nito ay magagamit ko pa ang card na 'yun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nakita ni kuya guard ang TeleTech ID ko. "'Yan 'yung sa PBL di ba? Mahina 'yan..." Tanong ko naman "Bakit kuya, nakalaban na ba 'yan ng Toyota (Otis-Letran)?" "Oo, talo nga e..." Sige kuya, salamat a. Nakakagaan ka ng loob. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nakita ko rin si Jeves, 'yun isa kong ka-block before. "Anong ginagawa mo dito?" "File ulit ng LOA... Promise next year babalik na ako." Yeah Choi, whatever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Definitely the stupidest, crappiest, unbelievably frustrating Thursday I've ever had in my life. Lalo pa't wala akong weekly dose of Will &amp; Grace and Friends on ETC. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sa mga niyaya kong uminom: Jae, Lequi, Brian... salamat sa interes. Though seryoso akong gusto ko uminom, your willingness to heed my call is really enough. Jae, isama mo na si Dad sa wedding, para makapag-practice kayo. Yihee! Lequi, salamat sa 123456. Brian, bakit nasa Blue Wave ka nang 12am? Kay Marj, salamat sa text ha. Akala ko ipagpapalit mo ako sa LPEP. Pag bumalik ako La Salle, sa 'yo ako papa-handle sa LPEP, obvious namang balik-froshie ako pag nagkataon e. Kay Maica, salamat sa testi. Kay Simonette, false alarm. May boyfriend na pala siya. Kaya ako nagkakaganito ngayon. Oops! Huwag ka maingay! At hindi ako makakasama next week dahil wala pang sweldo 'yun. Sa mga tinext ko kung busy sila at hindi nag-reply, salamat sa honesty. Mas honest kayo kaysa sa akin, pag may nag-text sa akin ng "Tulog ka na ba?" e magre-reply ako ng "Oo, tulog na, gud pm. ü" But the fact na nasa Phonebook ko kayo means you're really a friend, busy nga lang. Kay Francine, salamat sa palaging pagbisita. One of these days makakabawi rin ako sa 'yo, just by seeing your name on my Cbox means a lot to me. Kay Paula, sa susunod na badminton makakasama na ako promise, pakisabi kay Diether. Kay Conrad, wag na tayo magbolahan chong. Fit ka jan... Asan na ang Friends CD ko??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasensya na sa gagong post. At least updated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wanted clown. Or a stimulant. I've never been this sad. Gets ko na ngayon si Bam. Mahirap kapag 'yung jester na ang naging super lungkot. Pero Bam, si Niña lang 'yan. Don't be so into her, she's just a pretty face. Trust me, I've been there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114677541768848760?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114677541768848760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114677541768848760' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114677541768848760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114677541768848760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/wanted-clown.html' title='wanted: clown'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114673824172203251</id><published>2006-05-04T18:19:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T05:12:53.080+08:00</updated><title type='text'>friendster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang lame ng title ng entry. Hehehe! Wala ka ba namang pasok for three days e... tingnan natin kung hindi ka mapa-Friendster nang di oras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nakakainis, ang tagal kong nawala, hanggang ngayo 154 friends pa rin. The only thing I'm proud of, at least naman totoong friends ko 'yang mga 'yan, as in kakilala ko. Sila lang ang friends ko na may computer/internet access, therefore, may Friendster account. But just plainly looking at it, 154 Friendster friends, loser 'no? 'Yung ibang PBB Teen housemates, nasa 300+ friends na... kamusta naman 'yon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kanina ko pa pinipindot 'yung 'log out' link ng Friendster, hindi naman ako makaalis. When you click "log out," you will be redirected to your own home page, na may bagong layout. In fairness, I like the new layout. May touches of green e. At mas malinis tingnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ngayon ko lang nakalkal ulit ang Friendster account ko... Pati pala si Kris (blockmate ko from DLSU) e marunong na rin mag-bulletin. Hehehehe! At ngayon ko lang nalaman na never ka pa nagka-boyfriend ha... Hm... Hindi nga? Well, I got this bulletin survey from her... at na-miss ko namang mag-bulletin. E di sige, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.Saan ka madalas umupo pag may klase?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-haven't been in a classroom for a year now, pero sa unahan, unless wala akong kakilala sa block then sa likod&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.Bakit bawal tumapak sa damo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-e baka masira e, you don't know how much the managemant pays for landscaping you know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.Pinaka-kadiring nahawakan mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-hindi ko nahawakan, but i'm really close to touching my own pupu... para sa isang medical exam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.Nakatulog ka na ba sa klase? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-almost... uy in fairness nilalagnat ako nun, i'm chilling after that shot of vodka from our HE class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.Nasasarapan ka ba sa Melon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-yeah, why would you ask, by the way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Pag di tumibok ang puso? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-o ano? anong tanong dun?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Bakit mo to naisipang sagutan to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-para maiba naman ang blog entry ko ayt?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.nasubukan mo na bang tulugan ang nagtuturo mong teacher?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-hindi pa naman ako umaabot sa ganoong level... respeto naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.aLin mas gusto mo, Boracay o Baguio? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-never been to either of them, pero trip ko unahin ang Baguio, crowded pa ang Bora ngayon e&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.Sino Crush mo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-Bea Alonzo, to be safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11.Masarap bang matulog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-call center agent pa ang tinanong mo, pucha masarap matulog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12.Naaaliw ka ba sa mga ilaw sa RoxasBlvd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-haha! oo! para silang mga fireworks pa tiningnan mo sa malayo, pero pag nilapitan mo, just silly net of balls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13.Nakapasyal ka na ba sa Africa? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-oo, kasama kita di ba? *whatta question?*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14.Hinimatay ka na ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-hindi pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15.Broken-Hearted? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-just this very fuckin moment... YEAH... shouldn't have interfered with someone else's Friendster account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pasensya po... na-bad trip lang. May na-discover lang po, sa kalagitnaan ng pagsagot ng bulletin. Pero sige... tapusin ko na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16.Nakainom ka na ba ng tubig sa dagat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-yata...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17.Nakagat ka na ba ng aso? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-hindi pa, nahabol pero once lang...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18.Umalis ka na ba ng bahay na pambahay ang suot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-yeah, to got to the grocery...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19.Antukin ka ba? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-sa trabaho kong 'to... syempre naman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20.Bakit mo naisipang mag-register sa Friendster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-well, back then, 'yun ang uso sa Plaridel office...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;21. Ano ang wallpaper/logo ng pc/laptop mo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-'yung Friends Season 10 photo nila...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;22.Nakatapon ka na ba ng tubig sa loob ng bus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-ano daw? hindi pa yata?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;23.Na-mimiss mo na ba bf/gf mo? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mas nakaka-miss 'yung mga taong never naging sa'yo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;24. Bored ka ba?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-hindi... marami nga nakapilang gagawin for today e... hindi ko alam bakit inuna ko 'to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;25.Nakikipaglaro ka ba sa labas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-yung mga laro na for ages 18 and up... hahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;26.Vain? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-check out my pouch... (alcogel, gatsby oil control paper, axe, nivea for men facial wash...) hindi ako vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;27.May sarili ka bang PC.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-yeah, i guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;28.Pano kung may nagsabi na "ang corny mo"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-"corny daw... bakit tumatawa ka?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;29.Love mo ba siya? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-i'm serious wag mo muna ko tanungin tungkol sa love love na 'yan... masama pa loob ko...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;30.pinaka-significant na numero para sa iyo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;-syempre 3 at saka 10 and 25 (haha! payday ito!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ang tanga mo kasi Choi. Tanga na, torpe pa. Tama nga si Mommy Jae, mana ka sa Dad mo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pucha... gusto ko na mag-logout! Ano ba 'to??? Bakit ayaw??? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;font-size:78%;"&gt;Stupid post... mga 3 beses akong paulit-ulit ng format dahil sa error ng Internet Explorer ko... ito na ang pinaka-jinx na entry to date... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114673824172203251?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114673824172203251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114673824172203251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114673824172203251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114673824172203251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/friendster.html' title='friendster'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114653861037458955</id><published>2006-05-02T10:23:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:45:29.936+08:00</updated><title type='text'>delayed telecast</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;May Sunday shift ako... dahil sa swap. Hehehehe! It really pays to be kind enough to swap schedules with people who really need it, whatever their reasons are. Tulad ngayon, dahil sa swap e 10 to 13 hours ako on holiday rate. Lately ko lang na-realize na her reasons for swapping schedules with me are just mere personal. Weh... hayaan mo siya. Basta ako marami akong extra pay. Woohoo! And naalala ko din nung Christmas, 'yung ka-team ko (hey Brian!) e nakipag-swap sa'kin kasi first time niya to spend Christmas with his mom. Ako naman 'tong na-excite dahil first time ko naman mag-Christmas na wala sa bahay. So I agreed with the swap and ayun, super avail naman nung Christmas shift. So swerte talaga ako sa swaps. Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;This blog entry is live from my (not so) very own station (kasi hindi ko 'to team) dito sa production floor. E sa avail nga e, anong gagawin ko di ba? Bale ginawa ko 'tong entry sa notepad, email ko na lang 'tong entry na 'to saka ko ipopost sa bahay. Basta ganun na 'yun. ü&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Hindi ko ka-team 'yung ka-swap ko, ka-*team siya ni Brian, so dito ako ngayon sa cluster nila. And I must say, their stats are really really impressive. Hindi pa sila top team* niyan ha. Nakakainggit nga e, at the same time lalo kong naramdaman 'yung pressure ni TL Ben dahil nga sa hindi nagi-improve 'yun stats namin. Stressed na nga siya and all pero hindi niya pinapasa sa amin ang pressure, mas nakakakaba nga 'yung ganun kasi OK pa rin siya kapag kinakausap kami, tipong walang angst. *And 'yun ang nakakatakot dun, he's trying to conceal what a typical team lead would feel towards non-performing agents. Parang sa likod nung mga smile na 'yun lies some sort of disappointment. Pero kung ganoon talaga siyang tao, 'yung tipong walang galit sa mundo and understanding and patient, well and good. Salamat TL a! At ngayon ko din na-gets 'yung nafi-feel ni Cherry, na minsan naiilang sa team niya, kasi 2nd top team sila (or top team kung hindi kasali ang team ng mga senior team lead). Well, anyway, my blog is not for gossips about someone else's life, so let's just leave it that way. My blog, my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Sa ibang balita, nag-voluntary exit na pala sa Big Brother house si Aldred. Gago 'yun, ang lakas ng trip. Week 1 pa lang, nag-voluntary exit na. Hindi man lang niya inisip 'yung pamasahe niya papuntang Dish sa ABS-CBN for screening. Haha! Pero seryoso, napaka-novelty niya man or *corny for some, magandang opportunity naman ang maging isang PBB housemate. Lalo na kung (a) kung gusto mo maging contestant sa isang reality show, sabi nga nila palagi, para may "patunayan sa sarili," (b) gusto mong mag-artista or sumikat, and (c) gusto mong yumaman. (I go for a and c. Hahaha!) And I must say, that young dude just ruined the opportunity that 30,988 teen housemate-wannabes missed. Sa dalawang episodes ng PBB-TE na napanood ko e wala na siyang ibang eksena kundi sa confession room, walang ibang ka-dialogue kundi si Big Bro, at walang ibang linya kung hindi "naawa na po ako sa nanay ko..." and "nahihiya po akong mag-open up..." Well, nagawa na 'yan ni Franzen at Zanjoe, 'yung tipong nahihiya mag-open up, and mukha namang nalusutan nila eventually. Eto lang talaga si *Aldred e. Well, I'm not in the position to judge him. If he really feels like leaving dahil hindi niya kaya at marami talaga siyang iniisip, e di sige, go. I'm just a regular viewer you know, entitled to his own opinions. And for me, he just blew off his chance to prove himself and yumaman. 'Yun na rin lang ang pinoproject niyang image e -- model youth na medyo financially challenged but still goes on with life -- hindi pa niya pinangatawanan. Haaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;More Big Brother news... tatlo ang nominated***** for eviction. And they're all clueless na 3 will be nominated for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;tonight and 2 will be evicted by the end of the week. As in gulat talaga sila sa announcement ni Mariel. Asa pa silang pa*tatagalin pa ang eviciton process e 6 weeks lang naman sila. Kasi naman Season 2 is almost on it's way. And speaking of Season 2, hay nako... nakakasama lang ng loob. Gustung-gusto ko pa naman sumali, age limit na naman ang problema. They're only looking for potential housemates aged 20-35 years old. Dammit! Sabi ko na nga ba e. 19 is the age between being a 'teen' and a 'young adult.' Hmp! Sa*yang... So paano Season 3 na naman?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Ngayon ko lang naalala ulit na my parents and I had a 'discussion-over-dinner' sort of thing for a long time. Mainly about money ang topic, ano pa nga ba. What would you expect a conversation between 2 parents and 1 working kid would be about? Well, I raised to them my option of resigning, natural naman they wouldn't agree. Ang sa akin lang kasi, though naikwneto ko na 'to sa previous blog posts, ayoko nga na mag-resign kasi I don't want to leave TeleTech, pero it's not good na you're not passing your stats given all the effort that you're exerting. Pero syempre, ayaw ng mga paryentes ko na mag-resign ako. Well, not yet. Hintayin ko na daw hanggang July. Ang reason ko naman e, kung hihintayin ko pang mag-July e sa hindi nga ako pumapasa, baka ma-terminate pa ako, di hamak namang mas masaklap 'yun no. E pasensya na anak, pumirma ka ng kontrata e (read: marami pang bayarin sa bahay, bawal mag-resign. Hehe!). Hindi naman masama ang loob ko. Baka naman sabihin niyo e pinahihirapan ako sa amin di ba? Personal struggle lang talaga 'to for me. I need to resign to save myself from eventual termination. Yet hindi pa pwede dahil I can't afford not to have work. Ewan ko ba. Minsan I feel sorry for myself dahil masyado pang maaga, (fine, masyado pa akong 'bata') para ma-experience 'yung mga ganitong dilemma. Pero Choi, if it'll make you feel any better, ikaw naman lahat may gusto nito e. Kanino bang idea ang maga-apply sa kung saan-saan a few months before and after turning 18? Kaninong idea ba ang mag-stop sa college at mag-full time CSR? Haaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"  &gt;Paulit-ulit lang lahat ng kwento ko 'no? Walang 'wenta. Pero 'yun, pasensya na e wala lang talagang magawa e. Sunday shift, expect boredom, though ngayon e parang dumagsa ata ang calls, medyo queueing compared to the Sundays I've had. Pero keri lang. Hehe! Inumpisahan ko 'tong entry na 'to mga around 1am (Manila time), natapos ako ng around 6am. Sa kalagitnaan ng mga break at calls na pumapasok (so alam niyo na kung bakit in between words e may *). Ayun lang. Hehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sunday, 30 April 2006&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;16:09 MST (naks! sosyal! US time zone!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114653861037458955?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114653861037458955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114653861037458955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114653861037458955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114653861037458955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/05/delayed-telecast.html' title='delayed telecast'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114594119343204647</id><published>2006-04-25T12:53:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T12:59:53.483+08:00</updated><title type='text'>ayawan na...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two Fridays ago, (the one before Holy Week), sinubukan ko mag-gym prior to shift. 4pm ak nag-start, 6pm na ako natapos. And dahil Friday night, syemps, naunahan ako ng mga yuppie at teenage brats sa mga ka-taxihan. Kailangan pa tuloy ako sumakay ng jeep na byaheng Pasay Road pa-Libertad para lang makapag-cab from there to Macapagal Blvd, sinc my shift starts 8pm. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;So pagod ako from workout, then sa stress sa locker room (stressed ako kapag maraming tao or jampacked yung locker room, tapos nakaka-intimidate pa kasi mas magaganda 'yung katawan nila sa akin, ang sarap magkulong na lang sa steam room hanggang matunaw!), pagod sa byahe, tapos pagsakay ko ng taxi, ang driver naka-tune in sa Love Notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;For one thing, hindi ko alam kung sino kina Say at Uma 'yung nanlait kay Joe D' Mango, but I personally think this guy's great. And a veteran na rin when it comes to love advices. Pero hindi siya ang point ng blog post na ito. 'Yung kwento kasi ng letter sender is about a forbidden love she just can't let go. The more na bawal, the more na unfair sa part niya ang situation (the guy still loves her girlfriend kahit sila pa rin nung letter sender, gets?), the more na mahal niya pa rin 'yung guy. And maganda 'yung advice ni Joe na you have to respect yourself naman, find a man (or in my case, a woman *hindi girl ha*) who would love and respect you completely, hindi 'yung iti-take ka for granted because he/she knows you love him/her. Gets?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;What stuck me is what Joe played for the letter sender. Grabe, first time kong narinig 'yung kantang 'to, and prmoise, ang bigat ng kanta. Swear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE ART OF LETTING GO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Mikaila&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put away the pictures.&lt;br /&gt;Put away the memories.&lt;br /&gt;I put over and over&lt;br /&gt;Through my tears&lt;br /&gt;I've held them till I'm blind&lt;br /&gt;They kept my hope alive&lt;br /&gt;As if somehow that I'd keep you here&lt;br /&gt;Once you believed in a love forever more?&lt;br /&gt;How do you leave it in a drawer?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Say the word goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;But each time it catches in my throat&lt;br /&gt;Your still here in me&lt;br /&gt;And I can't set you free&lt;br /&gt;So I hold on to what I wanted most&lt;br /&gt;Maybe someday we'll be friend's forever more&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could open up that door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here it comes, the hardest part of all&lt;br /&gt;Unchain my heart that's holding on&lt;br /&gt;How do I start to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;Guess I'm just learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching us fade&lt;br /&gt;What can I do?&lt;br /&gt;But try to make it through the pain of one more day&lt;br /&gt;Without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start, to live my life alone?&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm learning, only learning,&lt;br /&gt;Learning the art of letting go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That whole Friday shift, sobrang bigat ng pakiramdam ko, sobrang down ng energy level ko. I mean, I've never been in a situation na kailangang mag-let go in a relationship. Pero many times, many many times, I experienced letting go of someone who was never mine to begin with. Gets? 'Yung feeling na you're hoping na someday pwedeng maging kayong dalawa, pero because of the complications in life we call "Reality" e kahit 'yung only hope na 'yun that's the only thing you have e kailangan mo na ring isuko, just for you to get back to your senses and start regaining what you have lost because of it. Ang labo 'no. Swear, mahirap kimkimin lang ang nararamdaman mo towards that person, pero what can I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh my... I hate this. Ewan ko bakit ang senti ko bigla. Shit. Pasensya ha, puyat lang. Never thought na pwede akong maging seryoso kapag puyat ako.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That song still brings back the same frustrating feeling. Sobrang bigat talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... on a lighter note... sweldo ko ngayon. Woohoo!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114594119343204647?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114594119343204647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114594119343204647' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114594119343204647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114594119343204647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/ayawan-na.html' title='ayawan na...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114582197520056755</id><published>2006-04-24T03:42:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T04:52:04.270+08:00</updated><title type='text'>halo-halo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"&gt;*disclaimer: these paragraphs are not related to each other...*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Una po sa lahat... sorry Francine. Super sorry talaga po. Sana hindi ka naghintay nang matagal sa KFC (or, sana tinawagan ka agad nina Conrad pagkatawag nila sa akin). And Miami, accept my condolonces and sincerest apologies for not making it today. Galing kasi akong shift e, sabi ko kay Francine try ko lang, text ko siya ng 1pm to confirm. 'Yun pala, hindi ko nalinaw na kapag wala akong text by 1pm e ibig sabihin hindi na ako makakarating. Tapos nagising na lang ako sa tawag ni Conrad at Erick, late na raw tapos hindi pa ako nakakaligo and all *kasi nga kakagising ko lang*... so 'yun. Sorry talaga po...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Rumor has it that our account didn't renew their contracts with TeleTech. Rumors are rumors you know, hindi talaga sila dapat paniwalaan. Pero look at it on another side, I always believe na "walang usok kung walang apoy." Now, contract ends September, kung hindi sila nag-renew, by nature of common sense, it means that we don't have jobs months months before *sniff* Christmas, and months before my *sniff sniff* birthday. Another rumor has it na we will be retrenched to another LOB, pero sa TeleTech pa rin. To be honest, I like that retrenchment rumor, kasi at least sa TeleTech pa rin. I've learned to love the company more, kahit maraming call centers diyan. It's a 15-minute trip from home, I've come to know friends (na magre-resign na rin naman hehehe), plus alam ko namang mahihirapang maghanap ng ibang trabaho ang isang tulad kong wala namang natapos. Pucha ang drama! Pero seryoso. Though there are always plans of moving out and into another company, in seacrh for "career growth" sabi nga ni Cherry, a part of me still wants to stay. My reasons really for staying are not good pero gusto ko pa rin talagang mag-stay. I don't care kung sa ibang account, kung ma-promote man as ACE coach, and eventually, trainer, OK lang. Basta for now umaasa akong magsi-stay sa TeleTech.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Speaking of work, lately masama ang loob ko at magulo ang utak ko dahil sa nagiging performance ko sa work. Nagpunta ako sa blog ni Phil, friend and batchmate ko sa dati kong work sa Pasig (na nananatili pa ring blind item hanggang ngayon)... aba, ang stats ng lolo mo! Considered na siyang top agent sa account nila sa Sykes. Mabuti pa yata siya, nang hindi niya napasa ang Training Lab e mas gumanda performance niya sa Sykes. Ako, after ng 100% kong QA nung nesting sa TeleTech, hindi na nasundan. Buti sana kung kasama sa stats e. Ang AHT target na 7:15, never ko pang naabot. Parati na lang 11:xx ang AHT ko. At pati accent ko, nagdedeteriorate! Sa dati kong account palaging 90-100% ang ACE scores ko, dito sa account ko ngayon naka-75% ako. Sabi ko sa sarili ko, isang matinding sign lang ang hinihingi ko, magre-resign na ako. Pucha naman ang daming dumating, parang atat ako palayasin. Pero sabi ko nga, as much as possible, ayoko pa muna sanang umalis. Pero nung nagdasal ako kanina sa simbahan (sorry Lord hindi ko naumpisaha't natapos ang misa, sa jeep pa lang kasi nanananaginip na ako), sabi ko kay Lord siya na bahala kung saan niya ko gustong dalhin. Huwag lang sa Ortigas o Libis. Hahaha! Pero kung sa QC niya ako dadalhin, pero para maging scriptwriter o PBB Housemate, why not?! Apir tayo diyan kuya Lord. *wink*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sunday night was about TV shows on their finale week and on their brand new season. "Avisala Encantadia: Ang Pamamaalam" was an emotional final glance at the telefantasya that almost 40-50% of the Filipino primetime-viewing public learned to love. (Uhm... ako 'yung nasa 20-30% who preferred Kampanerang Kuba, Ikaw ang Lahat sa Akin, Ang Panday, and Sa Piling Mo. Hahaha!) Never a fan of Encantadia, pero for once, I must say, GMA came up with something really really good. Great cast, outstanding production design and effects (ngayon ko lang nalaman na bodega pala 'yun, akala ko GMA Broadway studio), masasabi ko na GMA had programs in it's "floppest" pero bawi sila sa Enca. Around 9pm naman ang delayed telecast (delayed naman talaga di ba?) ng Pinoy Big Brother Teen Edition grand launch. Sabi ko pa naman sa sarili ko, sasali ako sa Season 2. E Celebrity Edition 'yun. Season 3 na lang. E Teen Edition 'yun. E 19 naman ako a? Kaso 16-18 years old lang e. Rar! Pero di bale, Season 4 talaga. Pramis. OK, back to PBB. I'm rooting for Jamilla (grabe sobrang bata pa niya to experience such hardships...), Aldred (go Pasay dude...! Natatakot lang ako sa dimple niya... parang may sariling buhay), kailangan pa ng 2 to complete my own Big Four. Ganun pala talaga feeling kapag may kababayan kang sumisikat, (laking Pasay talaga ko 'no...). Kaya napansin ko rin na hindi nakalimutan ng ABSCBN kumuha sa mga probinsya. Na obvious namang hindi patatalo. Competitive teens, I must say. Dalawang bagay lang 'to, baka maging super patok ang season, or maging super flop kapag nag-level up ang mga kayabangan and/or kakikayan, at kapag nagkalat si Mariel sa Primetime. Kasi naman e! Maraming nag-react sa issue on the hosts, pero sige, given na we're only down to Mariel and Bianca, sana si Bianca na lang sa Primetime. I have nothing against your hosting abilities (hindi ko pa siya matatawag na "skills" pero konti pa) pero ang sa akin lang, I believe Bianca handle the Primetime stint better. Plus, may sarili nang 'kulto' si Mariel sa Up Late e. Sabi mo Mariel babalikan mo kaming mga Tropang Gising come Teen Edition? *huhuhuhu*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was switching TV channels last Thursday. (My newest rest day pasttime: TV. Ano pa nga ba?) It's Diether Ocampo and Bea Alonzo in Maalaala Mo Kaya. Magaling si Bea, no questions asked. Hahaha! E hindi pa nagsi-start ang MMK, Wonderful Life pa lang (which is a funny series pala ha... mas maganda lang kasi sa Eugene sa Save The Last Dance. Hindi naman talaga ako mahilig sa Koreanovela. Lovers in Paris at saka Only You lang ang naumpisahan at natapos ko). So nilipat ko muna sa ABC 5, Dokyu na pala. Anak ng dokyu o, somebody got the Marcopper story! Grrrrr!!! Poot na poot talaga ako. Hahahaha! Pero aminado ako masama ang loob ko. Kung hindi lang ako nag-stop from college, and kung Comm Arts lang ang kinuha ko in the first place (therefore not having the need to transfer to Letran) at this point dapat nakagawa na ako ng documentary (parents...ehem...! comm arts issue...ehem!). And the Marcopper story was my long-running idea. It's been 10 years, interesanteng tingnan if the Marinduqueños survived without the company na naging source of income nila dati. Plus, I've heard na may talks na naman na buksan ang Marcopper, may mga protesta na huwag na nga silang magbukas dahil nga sa naging epekto ng mine tailings 10 years ago, pero we'll never know kung lahat sila 'yun ang gusto. Taga-Marinduque ako so alam ko ang gagawing atake ng dokyu ko, plus magiging bakasyon ko na 'yun pag nagkataon, chance to meet my relatives na hindi na yata ako kilala (hindi ako close sa mga kamag-anak e...). So I almost have 40% of the documentary done in my mind. Dianne texted (so "text" is a verb now?) me of their plans to go to Marinduque and cover the same story for their docu, at aminado naman akong sumama loob ko. Not towards Dianne, pero really, masakit maagawan ng concept (agaw not in the sense na sinadya nilang kunin, pero it still hurts that you have this concept tapos malalaman mong someone also has that concept at mas capable silang i-execute 'yun in the soonest possible time). Tapos pagkakita ko sa Dokyu, these Lyceum students already did the same story? I have nothing against you guys because we don't know each other, and not to offend you, pero lame 'yung docu. Promising sana pero kulang e. Hindi ko alam kung saan kulang. Sinasabi ko lang siguro to out of bitterness 'no, pero pramis nakulangan ako. But well, the fact that you guys made it to Dokyu, OK na 'yung work niyo. Congrats! Pero oo, bitter ako. At sabi ko sa nanay ko, "Hindi na, ico-cover ko na lang 'yung mga anak ng Americans sa Gapo, or 'yung prostitution sa Boracay (read Ma: pupunta akong Subic or Boracay... woohoo!)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Napanood ko sa YouTube.com ang season ender ng The O.C. (Season 2). As Star World put it, it's the seasons "guilty pleasure." For one thing, sayang hindi na-sustain 'yung Marissa-Alex subplot (shut up, you pervert!). Pero Summer really is hooottt. Can't forget that Summer-Cohen kiss ala Spiderman *clap clap clap*. Sorry a, hindi ko pa sila kilala as actors (characters pa lang). Pero iba ang season ender, ang bigat. Galeng! I just won't spoil it kasi (1)if you're a fan mas nauna pa kayong malaman kaysa sa 'kin, and (2)if you're not a fan, you won't know what I'm talking about, so sayang sa effort. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ganito pala ang feeling magkaroon ng sariling column. Kapag nagka-column ako, ano kayang pangalan? E di Three Point Zero... ayan o ang laki-laki!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Salamat naman at gumagana na ang Cbox ko. Woohoo! My blog is officially 95% reformatted! Sayang nga lang at hindi ko mailagay 'yung automatic date element dun sa may green space sa may sidebar. At mainit din ang mata ko sa "masterchoi" blinkie na nasa baba. Malamang mapalitan na 'yan as soon as possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114582197520056755?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114582197520056755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114582197520056755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114582197520056755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114582197520056755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/halo-halo.html' title='halo-halo'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114567595823998286</id><published>2006-04-22T11:16:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T11:26:02.870+08:00</updated><title type='text'>mother's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Haaaaay... I hate my mom. I hate her so much I think I love her more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo naman na talaga kasi ang effort ko to lose weight. Kung ako lang talaga mag-isa, super oatmeal, tea, at mashed potato lang talaga ang kinakain ko (hmm... huwag umangal... sabi ng trainer ko better substtute daw ang mashed potato sa rice, basta less gravy). Medyo tinatamad naman na rin ako sa Gold's Gym. Dalawa lang kasi kami palagi ni Lailah or ni Aica (ehem... paging Lequi..., nag-cancel na raw si Saldy ng membership...). Kung ganito na rin lang na walang masyadong sumasama sa akin e di papatusin ko na 'yung bagong bukas na gym dito sa may Malate. Super cool kasi 24hrs siyang bukas. Talk about working out sa dis-oras ng gabi. No sweat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pero eto na, kapag nasa bahay ako. Ang nanay ko. Sorry pero kontra talaga siya sa mga plano kong magpapayat. Kakasabi ko lang (actually palagi ko na lang sinasabi) na, "Ma, hindi ako magra-rice for one month. Sabi ng trainer ko sa gym" kahit imaginary lang ang trainer. At hintayin mo bukas, ang nanay ko, magluluto ng adobo, friend chicken, corned beef. Syempre alangan namang papakin ko ang corned beef or isabaw ko sa oatmeal ang adobo di ba? Syempre mapapa-kanin talaga ako. Another example: nito lang, kaninang umaga pagkauwi ko galing shift. Paalis kasi sila ng pinsan ko papuntang palengke, e nakita nila ako papasok ng bahay. Niyaya muna ako sa Jollibee. Ay syempre, Jollibee ito. At nanay ko ang nagyaya. At libre niya! Why not! Tapos naalala ko din, after nung anniversary nila, bale Holy Monday 'yun. (Hahaha! Kinwento ko na 'to kay Simonette. Lunes Santo nagpa-spaghetti ang nanay ko. O san ka pa?!) Ayun nga, e papunta akong gym nun, sabi niya, "huwag ka nang umalis, kumain ka na lang..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ewan ko, hindi ko lang rin talaga matanggihan ang nanay ko. Nanay ko or 'yung food? Hmmm... both. Iba talaga magluto nanay ko, sorry. One of those "inner" reasons kung bakit ko siya pinipilit na hayaan na akong mag-rent ng sariling apartment/condo by 21. Kasi alam kong without her, mamamayat ako. Not that I want to cut her off my life entirely para pumayat na ako. Pucha hindi naman sagad sa buto ang pagiging vain at narcisstic ko. That's why I hate her kasi dahil sa kanya e hindi matuloy 'yung mga plans ko pumayat, and yet I love her kasi it just goes to show na ako pa rin ang bunso niya (koochi-koochi... hehehehe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can't afford to lose my mom, so kung hindi pwedeng walang food, go supplements! Next week, susuyurin ko na ang Park Square at ang Glorietta to check on some supplements/fat burners na binebenta dun. Oo na, hindi na safe, kaya nga ikokonsulta ko muna dun sa trainer ko. Aba, maging sulit man lamang ang binabayad ko sa kanya (hehehe, which reminds me, hindi ko pa nafoforward sa account niya).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasenysa na kung sobra akong desperado to lose weight ha. May target lang talaga ako. Specific plans na kailangan ma-attain. Nasabi ko na dati na 'yun lang ang confidence booster ko. I mean, nakakapag-English naman ako (naman!...trabaho ko yun e!), hindi naman ako mukhang tambay na jologs, undergraduate nga ako pero employed naman. Physically insecure lang talaga ako. Like last week, sa Gold's Gym ang screening ng finalists for Mossimo Bikini Summit. Sabi ko kay Dianne, one of these days sasali ako dun. E anak naman ng Mossimo, paano ako sasali kung ang 6-pack ko e nasa gilid? Kailangan ng ibayong effort...! (Haha! Naalala ko tuloy, sobrang siksikan sa shower room dahil sa mga nagbibihis dun na models, tapos yung isang bading dun [bading nga ba siya?] inaayos niya yung brief or trunks or what not nung isang model [or siguro manager siya]... grabe nagulat talaga ako dahil halos full access na siya dun sa tool. Yikes! Kung ako 'yung model, sasabihin ko, "uhmm... sige Kuya marunong ako kumambyo OK?" Hahahaha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just the same, kung gusto ako palamunin ng nanay ko, go ahead. Buti nga kami may nakakain e. At buti nga ako may nanay. Love you Ma! Baka napapagod ka na magluto kaya ko naman mag-hunger strike e. To my advantage. Hahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the record: nagustuhan ata ng nanay ko ang tatay ko dahil chubby siya back then. Uhm... sana lahat ng girls katulad na lang ni Mama. Mahilig sa chubby. Hahahaha! Oops... hindi ako chubby, malalaki lang buto ko. Whatever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114567595823998286?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114567595823998286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114567595823998286' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114567595823998286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114567595823998286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/mothers-day.html' title='mother&apos;s day'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-114520567229319861</id><published>2006-04-17T00:29:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T07:46:12.520+08:00</updated><title type='text'>test broadcast...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Enough said... Test broadcast lang naman talaga e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bakit ba nakakapagod magpalit ng blog layout? This layout took me like two months?  Mas natagalan talaga ako sa planning stage...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hindi naman sa ayoko nang maging Spiderman. Just that I have to deal with reality. Lamang lang ng puti sa 'kin yang si Peter Parker, at may excess flabs lang talaga ko sa may abs. Hehehehehe!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ths test broadcast is live from the TeleTech pantry. Uuwi na rin ako in a while, matutulog pa ako e. Kailangan ko pa i-text ang nanay ko to confirm na uuwi nga ako tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;May napansin lang ako, bumibilis ang typing speed ko. Hehehehe! Kakagawa ng notes, every fuckin call ba naman e.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nga pala, sa mga hindi pa nakakaalam dahil wala namang update ang blog ko, balik Sprint ako ngayon. Damn. May sumpa ata ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I can even see my first written warning being printed, dahil sa 11:xx kong AHT at 65 na QA. Reliability lang ang napasa ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Obviously, free-flowing lang ang post na 'to. Wala lang ako magawa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Marami pa kulang sa blog ko. 'Yung Flickr Zeitgeist thing na nakita ko kay Francine. 'Yung left top corner dun, hindi lang siya para sa blog counter. Basta matatawa kayo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Gagawin ko pa pala 'yung blog ni Lequi. Strwaberries ko ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sana naman wag na ma-praning si Jae. Ang bagal naman kasi e nung guy e. Ni hindi nga namin alam kung ano mga trip niya sa buhay at masyado siyang mabagal. Hehehehehe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uwi na ako. Walang kwenta 'yung post 'no?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. Gusto ko nang bumalik ng LaSalle. Please... Willing ako maging frosh ulit... for the nth time... maging Lasalyano lang ulit. At makabalik sa Plaridel. Haaaaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;P.S. 2 (Playstation ba ito?) Magre-resign na ako. Mauuna pa ata ako mag-resign kaysa kay Gloria. Hahahahaha! Joke lang, wala pa sa plano... depende...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shit... wala na talaga kwenta post ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Uwi na 'ko.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wala ako pang-taxi... huhuhu...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-114520567229319861?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/114520567229319861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=114520567229319861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114520567229319861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/114520567229319861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2006/04/test-broadcast.html' title='test broadcast...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113297694442401241</id><published>2005-11-26T11:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T18:23:17.040+08:00</updated><title type='text'>yuck... virgin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Woohoo!!! 3 days akong off!!! Wehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;I actually asked for this particular Saturday off. Kaso kaya naman pala kami hindi natuloy kasi may school thing si Dee-Aye sa Infanta. Kaya 'yun.Buti na lang, nagyaya ang Thomas ng last full show. Nakakatanga nga e. Kasi naman nag-text sa akin si Simonette, sabi sa akin na last full show nga daw ang papanoorin namin. Nagulat naman ako, so sabi ko, "gabi?" Sabi niya, "umaga...!" Hehehehe! Sorry lang. Malay ko ba.If things work out well, I mean kapag gabi nga kami nanood, malamang isa ito sa mga treasure First Time moments ko. True, we see a movie as a group, at ginagabi kami either sa coffee shop or sa bahay ng iba, pero yung last full show na talaga, first time. Or first time ko siguro sasama. Basta ganun.&lt;br /&gt;Which reminds me of some of my most memorable first times. No, it's not what you think! Bastos! Ito, share ko lang ang top three (in chronological order):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time kong sumakay sa Viking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hahahaha! Natatawa pa rin ako sa tuwing naalala ko. As in! Hanggang ngayong tinatype ko napapangiti pa rin ako.&lt;br /&gt;Nagkayayaan mag-Gateway. For a change daw. Thomas friends: Francine, Leah, Corie, and CJ. After Gateway, window malling, tapos pauwi na kami, we passed by Fiesta Carnival (the one that moved to Cubao, near SM Cubao). So naisip nina Corie mag-rides. One time lang bago umuwi. Back story: wala akong tulog. Honestly, kapag alam kong may lakad or layas, ndi na ako makatulog kesehodang galing ako sa shift at walang tulog. Snap back: na-excite kami sa Viking. E di sige go. Tabi kami ni Corie, tabi naman si CJ at Francine. E nagkatuwaan na sa dulo umupo. Syempre di ba pag sa dulo ka ng Viking mas grabe 'yung force kaysa pag nasa gitna ka (ayoko na i-explain may pagka-Physics e). Basta ganun.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... ayun, umandar na 'yung Viking. WAAAAAAAAAAAA!!! Kung may ilalaki ang letters na 'to... ganun kalakas 'yung sigaw ko. Imagine naman, wala akong tulog, tapos sobrang nakakahilo siya. As in! Natatawa na lang sa 'kin si Corie (who, by the way, is some sort of a Viking expert) kasi I was cussing and shouting all sorts of nonsense gaya ng "ayoko na...!" at ang pinaka-weird kong naisigaw e, "tama na...! mag-aaral na ako uleeet...!" Hindi ko alam kung ano 'yung nasa isip ko pero para akong lasing na nabanggit ko 'yun. Looking back, ang weird talaga kung bakit ko nabanggit 'yun. As in mukha talaga akong tanga. Ang nakakahiya lang, I think that the control people really think I can't take it kaya hininto na nila. Mukha siguro akong 'syano na first time sumakay sa ride. Kakahiya!&lt;br /&gt;Hindi masyadong effective and mabenta 'yung kwento kasi hindi ako detailed na story teller but if only you're there, matatawa ka rin sa 'kin sobra!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time kong gumimik sa Malate...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;You've got every right and reason to call me a loser. Kailan ko lang kasi naranasan magpuntang Malate. 01 October 2005. Right after ACE Training kasi. Grabe 'yun, I'm supposed to go home, pero I also feel like staying. Kasi medyo crucial 'yung moment. Last day nga ng ACE, so may matatanggal. And we have to wait for the results, kahit medyo 1AM na, though they really had plans of going out. The results came in, plus may mga kumakalat na rumors about something going on with the results (just in case Mitzi and Dyuli are reading, and for the sake of Wave 15-A, I won't ellaborate), plus the people we don't expect to fail ACE were the ones who got the boot out, kaya I just thought of staying, though medyo mayayari ako sa nanay ko. Mga 2AM na lumabas si Mitzi at Dyuli, medyo late na rin. Mga 3AM na ata namin naisip mag-Malate dahil ang tahimik na ng Blue Wave nung dumating kami. Kaya naman ayun, Don and Kuya CJ (ibang CJ na 'to, ang dami ko kasi kilalang CJ e) brought their own cars kaya naman sobrang sarap gumala. Hehehehehe! Saya ng may tsikot!&lt;br /&gt;Nagetz ko na kung saan sa Malate and "Malate." You know what I mean. Nadaanan kasi namin 'yung street na nadadaanan ko every morning pag pumapasok ako. Malate 'yun. Naiisip ko, "asan dito 'yung mga bar?" 'Yun pala kapag pumasok ka pa sa mas loob nandun 'yung mga bar. Grabe sa loob-loob ko talaga you can hear me say "aaa... dito pala..." in full astonishment. Astonishment 'yung term, sorry. E sa first time nga e!Naghanap pa kami ng bar na walang entrance fee. So sa Gilligan's kami. (Gilligan's chorva, nakalimutan ko 'yung next word.) Honestly hindi kami magkarinigan. Hehehehe! Pero ang saya. Kasi nasa dance floor kami, everyone goes wild! As in! Though I don't know how to dance and be wild kasi it is my first time, na-feel ko 'yung extreme party energy. Ang sarap sa feeling. And it's my "first" "official" "night out" "with my workmates". Every bit of that sentence really is true.&lt;br /&gt;That night, we were also able to talk about... whew... love. One of my coolest nights, one of my mushiest discussions ever! Kuya CJ found out that I had this thing with our classmate (the girl na kinukwento ko sa previous posts ko, my first office heartbreak). And boy, did it spread like fire! Boys really are certified chismosos. Nyehehehehe! They've been giving me advices like "go for it" and "give it a try" pero hindi ko alam. May hindi ako mapaintindi sa kanila e. Hindi siya ganun kadali. Ces is a really attractive girl. And she is no ordinary girl. But she's got Paulo. And who the hell would've thought that the Paulo who's my schoolmate, who I've been noticing during my "application" days, is that Paulo who's been going out with Ces for 6 months now? Shit talaga. Sa lahat ba naman ng tao. 'Yun pang ahead sa akin ng ilang batches therefore knows me somehow and proves just how young I am. Nakakalungkot na nakakapikon na nakakainis na ang sarap sumuntok na pader. Ganun 'yung feeling. if it's just some guy, I know I can try making moves. Pero if I know that the guy somehow knows me, yari ako dun. Side dish: may one time, pinakilala ako ni Ces formally kay Paulo, at naalala niya ako. Kasama pala siya sa first batch ng Youth for Christ ngh school namin. High School sila. Kasama naman ako sa first batch ng Kids for Christ sa school namin. Grade school ako. Putsa talaga! Ganun ako ka-"kiddo" the last time he saw me. Tapos ngayon malalaman niyang umaaligid ako sa syota niya. Ewan ko sa inyo pero ang awkward ng feeling. I believe in what they say, "Ang kay Juan, kay Juan; ang kay Pedro, kay Pedro." Pero ang kay Paulo, gusto ko sana akin. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;That Malate night was one of my most memorable. I learned how wild the night goes. I realized what I feel inside is far wilder and rowdier. At one point I consider myself being in love, at another point I'm convinced that it's a stupid infatuation I can just let go. Ewan ko ba.&lt;br /&gt;As to what I told my mom when I got home past 6AM, I have to tell her na nasira ang recordings namin and we need to do the oral reports again. Stupid I know, pero sorry bumenta sa nanay ko. Kasi ang selling point ko, highest ako sa ACE. Nyehehehehe! Ang feeling ko talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;First time kong makatanggap ng birthday kiss...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not yet done with that girl. Tingnan niyo kung gaano ako kadaling utuin. Birthday ko nun. Rest day ko actually. Pero I got up and showed up kasi may team meeting kami. (Kamusta naman ang pa-Mr. Donut ko sa inyo guys? Hahahaha!) After the meeting I decided to stay for quite some time. Tambay lang. Pumunta kami ni Rav sa bay nina Ces. Saw Ces with Paulo. &lt;em&gt;Stupid birthday, should've just gone home instead.&lt;/em&gt; But wait, there's more.&lt;br /&gt;Nakipagkwentuhan ako kina Jae, tapos napansin kong umalis na si Paulo. Tinawag nina Rav saka Daddy Bob si Ces. Nangungulit. Sabi nila birthday ko daw. E di lumapit naman si Ces. Binati ako. Then she kissed me somewhere sa may ulunan (nakaupo kasi ako). Then, for some reasons I don't know (perhaps Axe or Head and Shoulders or just because I'm cute) sabi niya, "isa pa..." and kissed me on that same spot.&lt;br /&gt;I know what you might be thinking. That's how moms kiss their little boys. I actually thought of that, too. Tinuring niya na naman akong bata. But who the hell cares! It's a kiss. and they're two of 'em. Woohoo!!!&lt;br /&gt;Tingnan niyo kung gaano ako kadaling utuin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm hoping na humaba pa ang buhay ko, and dumami pa ang first-time moments ko. Every day is a first time din naman di ba, kasi every day is a new day (I don't remember what day it was... I don't remember what time it was... oops, another Ces moment). I'm hoping tonight will be on great barkada night out, maging sulit man lang 'yung pakikipag-swap ko ng sched. Salamat ulit ate Alma. Hehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113297694442401241?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113297694442401241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113297694442401241' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113297694442401241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113297694442401241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/yuck-virgin.html' title='yuck... virgin!'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113286645023098590</id><published>2005-11-25T05:01:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:01:48.780+08:00</updated><title type='text'>rest day roars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Confirmed. Rest day is blogging day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every rest day ko lang siguro talaga kayang mag-blog. E sa ganun e. Pag nakahawak na kasi ako ng keyboard at nag-umpisang mag-type, nawawala ang antok ko, kaya hindi advisable na mag-blog ko kung may work ako kinagabihan (magkukulang ako sa tulog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what kept me busy during the past days? Wala naman talaga masyado actually. But just a rundown of what went on in my mind for the past week:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--reality show (pa rin ba?)--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so into Pinoy Big Brother, aminado ako. When I started my training (4AM to 12MN schedule) super lungkot ko nun dahil na-dyeta ako sa PBB. Natapos ang product training, umasa ako sa isang shift na mag-uumpisa nang 12MN para mapanood ko ang PBB (plus Famous Friends of Friends) pero hindi pa rin ako pinalad. Kaya ngayon... eto... unti-unting nawala ang interes ko sa Teleserye ng Totoong Buhay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At ngayon ko lang natutunan kung paano gumagana ang basic process ng rehabilitation. Kung adik ka, para mawala ang addiction mo, stay away from that object of addiction. Napaka-common sensical (may word bang ganito?) pero totoo pala talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ngayon, every Tuesday/Wednesday na lang ako nakakapanood (and dahil nagpalitan na kami ng shifts, every Sunday/Monday naman ako makakanood). And the previous episodes had been... woah! Overwhelming to say the least. Tuesday episode (15Nov2005): Primetime goes live with clips of Day 85. The suspension of Sunday's nomination results are truly a cliff-hanger. Monday episode (which, hindi ko naabutan) left Franzen and Cassandra in a puzzled state of shock. So Tuesday revealed what caused the delay... the cameras (not all 27 of them, 'yung nasa living room lang) caught Franzen mouthing words to Cassandra, just minutes before the nomination night goes live. Hindi ko alam pero 'yung paragraph na 'yun ng rule book ang paboritong suwayin ni Franzen. Bingo na siya kay Big Bro dahil sa sulat niya kay Jason, ngayon naman ito. Kaya kinailangan pa raw hingin ang statement at decision ng Endemol about this whole thing, that's why it took them 2 days to let the "televiewers" (quoting Cass) know of what really happened. At ang statement ng Endemol: we request that Franzen be evicted from the Big Brother house. What's more surprising is that thing Franzen showed nung nasa confession room siya. "Split personality" sigurong matatawag. Pero with the editing, Toni's VO and all, parang lumalabas na Franzen is just acting out as "Franzen" inside the house: typical jologs, comical, tinatawanan lang ang hirap ng buhay, tipong ganun. It turns out na parang hindi 'yun 'yung totoong Franzen. What made the episode even heavier (in Filipino, mabigat... hehehehe! mali ang translations e no!) is when Cassandra opted for a voluntary exit just for Franzen's salvation. Naawa daw siya dahil kailangan ng pamilya niya ang pera. The next day na pumunta siya sa kumpisalan, she said she never changed her mind about sacrificing for Franzen. That's when Big Brother revealed that Franzen is to be evicted, pero her offer is still considerable. Kaya ang desisyon ng management: idaan sa text votes. Dapat na daw bang ma-evict si Franzen or pagbigyan ang sacrifice ni Cass. Text BB_[name of housemate] and send to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Nagplay ako ng Winamp, sumakto sa PBB theme... hehehehe!) Honestly, the viewers were somehow infuriated with ABS-CBN's decision. A lot thought na pineperahan (na naman) ng Dos ang mga tao. Some thought of Endemol's decision as disregarded, and even Big Brother as someone without word of honor. Pero on the management's point-of-view, hindi sa kumakampi ako, I'm just trying to explain what I think is their side, they just can't let go of Franzen. Come to think of it, gold mine ang jologs na 'to. Those people voting for him are those people watching him every single weeknight. At kapag nawala si Franzen, kumita man sila sa text votes, baka mawalan sila ng viewership (the magic word: ratings) kapag nawala sa bahay ang gold mine. As to Cass' sacrifice, nasabi ko na ata 'to sa Peyups (god... I missed posting in Peyups...!), naging emosyonal lang talaga ang sexy housemate. Maraming nagsabing ang plastic niya kasi the nomination results were revealed, he gave Franzen 2 votes tapos ngayon may "voluntary-exit" chorva siyang nalalaman. Pero sa tingin ko, OK lang kay Cass na matanggal si Franzen because the people didn't vote for him. Pero kung dahil sa violations and all, naawa lang siya sa tao.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isa lang ang masasabi ko kay Cass... 'neng, you proved Uma wrong. Hindi ka cheap. Marunong kang gumimik. Hm... pa-underdog effect ha! Hehehehehe!&lt;br /&gt;After that Tuesday episode, marami nang nangyari. Next day, as of 19:20, ABS-CBN suspended the text voting system. Which was explained later during the episode. Tuloy na daw kasi ang eviction ni Franzen. Binilin kasi sa kanya ni Kuya na huwag ikukwento ang mga napag-usapan nila sa loob ng confession room. E ang Franzen, kinwento kay Jason ang tungkol sa showbiz opportunities outside the house. Ang kulit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang masasabi ko lang, whew! The network found a way out of the mess, semi-gracefully. After those reactions brought out by their decision, at least nakalusot na sila. Ang pangit nga naman ng dating kung basta na lang nila i-cancel ang botohan dahil lang sa reaksyon ng mga tao. But just the same, hindi masama ang tingin ko sa network. It's a given e. Hello, business 'to. Kahit hindi nila aminin, understood na gumagawa sila ng paraan para kumita. It's understood kasi business nga. Given na P0.25 lang ang nakukuha ng network per text, e hello naman. Texting capital ang Pilipinas, what do you expect? Pero a, in fairness, yung share ng network e dinonate sa simbahan. Naks! Lusot! Hehehehe! Joke. Iba mag-isip ang kapamilya. Kaya nga gusto ko magtrabaho dito e. Sana maka-graduate na ko para dito ako makapag-work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nga pala, after the overnight voting, Cass got 73%, Franzen got 27%. La lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--recurring dreams?--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang kulit ng mga napanaginipan ko lately. May one time, Monday yata 'yun. Nanaginip ako na may auditions daw for a Pinoy Big Brother task. Pipili ng guy na makakasama ni Say sa loob ng confession room for one whole day. Sa loob, as in kayong dalawa lang, at walang lalabas. What's weird is, nanonood lang ako ng TV, tapos upon that announcement, nagtaas lang daw ako ng kamay ko at sinigaw ko na "ako, gusto ko!" Tapos ako na daw 'yung natanggap. Akalain mo? Hahahaha! So 'yun, nag-empake na daw ako agad ng mga gamit kasi nga excited na ako makulong with Say sa confession room. That's when I woke up. (At ngayon ko lang naisip, isang araw lang naman bakit pa ako nag-empake? Sana dumiretso na ako agad, nakasama ko pa si Say sa panaginip.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nung nagising ako, maaga pa pala. Kulang pa 'yung tulog ko. So natulog ako ulit. Nanaginip ako ulit. Iba naman. Nasa Big Brother house daw ako, actualy, housemate daw ako. Tapos may sawa sa loob ng bahay na kulay green. 'Yun lang. Tapos nagising na ako kasi tumitili na sina Cass. Ayun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang weird nga e. Siguro naging engrossed lang talaga ako sa PBB. And wait, is this a sign that Season 2 will look like mel being a housemate...? Hmmm... Akala niyo hindi ako seryoso a. Pipila talaga ko for auditions/screening. Sabihin niyo nang corny or papansin ako. Basta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--red corner... woohoo!!!--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malapit na ang Pasko. At after Christmas, New Year. And by New Year, mage-enrol na ako sa Red Corner. Pakshet... hindi ko na mahintay. Next level ng workout na 'to. I called them just the other day to confirm the rates. Leche... nagtaas na sila! Originally, P5,750 ata 'yung quarterly (3 months) plus P2,500 na joining fee. Ngayon, P6,000 na, pero walang joining fee. E ang kaso, promo lang yung walang joining fee. Kaya nga ni-request ko na sana extended na lang hanggang January 'yung promo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaya ako excited kasi ang ganda ng deal. Imagine, work out, boxing, kickboxing, (may 2 programs pang hindi ko maalala), lockers, spa, sauna, pool - lahat yun inclusive sa P6000. Hindi ibig sabihin na kailangang gawin mo lahat ng programs, syempre pipili ka lang. Napili ko, work out + boxing. Can't wait to see myself inside that boxing ring...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May mas malalim ring dahilan kaya ako excited. Mula nang mag-work ako sa Teletech, nasanay na akong tawaging "Baby Choi." Paano naman, ako nga yata ang pinakabata sa buong class (if not sa buong Wave). Nagtataka nga ako kasi dalawa kaming 19 years old (mas matanda siya sa akin ng ilang buwan) pero hindi naman Baby tawag sa kanya. So 'yun din sana 'yung bagay na gusto kong baguhin sa sarili ko early next year. Isang malawakang image overhaul/upgrade. Hindi naman sa nagagalit ako sa mga taong Baby ang tawag sa akin. But I think I just need to grow up. Kailangan ko na mag-mature, and if anything else, sa physique ko dapat umpisahan. Sa totoo lang, ngayon pa lang nag-uumpisa na ako sa image upgrade. Mga isang buwan na rin akong hindi nagpapagupit at nag-aahit (I won't use the term "shave" because it's for somewhere else). Side dish: nagkita kami nung ACE trainer ko (Mitzi!!!) sa pantry, tapos sabi niya sa akin "pumapangit ka na, tingnan mo hindi ka na nagpapagupit saka nakakapag-shave..." (again, the word shave is something she used, nag-quote lang ako). At that point naisip ko, "Shoot! Hindi yata bagay sa akin and rugged/Panday look a..." Pero naisip ko rin na "Wow, iba na ang itsura ko...! Konting effort na lang..." So far that's the sweetest negative compliment (huh?) I've received from someone. So 'yun nga, gusto ko kahit man lang sa itsura may mag-mature sa akin. Kaya kahit pumangit ako *lalo* OK lang. Side dish ulit: ang tawag sa akin sa bahay ng nanay at tatay ko, Tristan. Hahahahaha! Kung pinoy TV addict ka alam mo kung sino si Tristan. Hahahaha! Natatawa ako sa nanay at tatay ko, pampikon. Pero pwede rin, maging ganun lang itsura ko, (hindi naman sobrang kamukha niya, imposible naman), OK na sa akin. Kahit rugged tingnan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course, the basic reason. Kaya ko naman talaga gusto mag-gym to trim and tone e. Para sakali mang magka-teambuilding kami ngayong summer, woah! May maipagmamalaki na akong 6-pack. Hehehehehe! Sounds vain and conceited, pero, if that will boost my self-confidence, bakit hindi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--rants...--&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At syempre, dahil blogging day, systems crash na naman. Bad trip talaga. Ang mahabang post na ito ay nanganganib na hindi mai-post. Kaya yan. Kailangang notepad muna. Haaaaay nako... makaipon lang ako talaga... Compaq Presario mabibili rin kita.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Yan na nga ba sinasabi ko. Longer posts. As much as possible talaga iiwasan ko na. Sorry. Babawi ako. Ã¼&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;(This blog entry is brought to you by the letter 'R')&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113286645023098590?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113286645023098590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113286645023098590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113286645023098590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113286645023098590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/rest-day-roars.html' title='rest day roars'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113272274590479714</id><published>2005-11-23T13:09:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T00:04:04.863+08:00</updated><title type='text'>missing green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Super biglaan ata ang post na 'to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;May posts actually na matagal ko nang naisulat at waiting for publishing, pero feeling ko uunahin ko 'to.&lt;br /&gt;After a long time, ngayon ko lang na-check ulit ang email ko. God... ang dami na palang nangyari sa previous org ko. Ayoko nang i-elaborate, it's something na within their circle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss Plaridel so much. But more than missing them it saddens me that something really serious has been going on lately. I know I don't have much of a right to speak about, or for, the org. Pero hindi ko mapigilan. I've been a staffer once (once lang talaga kasi nga after a year I left the university) pero to say that I've grown to love and treasure the org is just an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang nakakalungkot kasi, I don't know much of the story, but I'm getting the general feeling that the people are moving apart. Sobrang nalungkot ako sa isang email (hi Anne! mapapadaan ka kaya dito?) dahil may nabanggit siya about people being on LOA. Sobrang na-imagine ko, God! Ang luwag ng opisina! To think na dati super ingay ng office, agawan sa computer (o sabihin niyo na naman ako lang ang matakaw sa internet! press week namin! hahaha!), masasabi mong may crowd. Tapos 'yung crowd umaabot ng gabi at nagkakayayaan sa last full show sa Rob Place. (hehehe!) Tapos ngayon na-imagine ko na, 'yun nga, sobrang konti na ng nagre-residency, and nagkaka-iringan na and all ("iringan" nga ba 'yung term?), nakakalungkot talaga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though alam kong not all readers (na as if super dami) of this blog will be able to relate, mas pinili kong sa blog mag-react kaysa i-email sila kasi nga sobrang out na ako dun sa grupo (officially, though sana considered pa rin nila ako kahit as a has-been staffer...), at baka lumabas pa akong epal. E tutal blog ko naman 'to di ba, so OK lang. Kaya 'yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling ko may lumalawak na dividing force (huh?) between the staffers at sa EB. I can't help but react as a staffer. Kasi naman po I've never been part of the EB. And honestly, tinamaan ako sa email ni Kuya JJ. Kung may evaluation ako sa sarili ko, mas maraming beses na pasaway akong staffer. Delayed sa info gathering, sablay sa interview ('yung interview ko sa Meteor Garden voice talents, pati 'yung kay Direk Gil Portes... tsk tsk tsk), late magpa-placing, kaya kahit hanggang ngayon gusto ko pa ring mag-sorry. And this also goes out to the current staffers (na ewan ko lang ha kung may makakabasa...). Sana naman maging responsable tayo. Isipin niyo na lang kung bakit kayo sumali sa Plaridel. Sana huwag mawala 'yung passion sa pagsusulat. Kasi kung may passion ka, kahit anong pressure or stress, gagawa at gagawa ka ng paraan magsulat, kasi you can't afford not to do the thing you're passionate for. Parang kapag in love ka, dapat ipaglaban mo di ba? (EHEM!) Same goes with the org. Sana huwag niyong hayaan na tuluyang may mangyari sa org dahil lang sa hindi mo feel magsulat (or kumuha ng photos or mag-layout). Sana huwag mawala 'yung passion (na sana e present ever since you got into the group... present nga ba?). Lahat tayo may luggages, may personal priorities, pero sumali ka sa Plaridel, panindigan mo. And stay with the org, continue to write not because you have to, but because you love to.&lt;br /&gt;And with passion, everything will fall into place. Pati 'yung harmony sa pakikisama sa ibang tao sa group. Syempre grupo 'to, you're not supposed to work alone. Sana lang huwag din mawawala ang respeto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sa mga EB naman, noon saka ngayon at sa mga magiging EB, salamat sa inyong lahat kasi...basta. Nakakabilib kayo. Astig. No wonder hindi ganun kadali ang screening para maging top 3 (or 4). Kasi hindi rin ganun kahirap ang responsibilidad. Kina Ruby, Dee-Aye, Kuya JJ, Ellie, kahit hindi ko inabot 'yung term niyo, salamat na rin sa effort na kahit na anong mangyari e alam kong may effort and willingness na maging united. Mahirap maging diverse, pero given 'yun kasi isang buong EB kayo. So same thing, respeto. Kaya niyo 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Dee-Aye... dude, nung tatlo tayo ni Chris, alam ko kayong dalawa talaga may ambisyon for an EB post. Honsetly, (seryoso) ako talaga wala, kasi na trauma na ako from high school. Ngayong nakita ko kayong nasa EB, I'm so proud of you two. Whatever happens, sana mapanindigan niyo yung posts niyo. Dee-Aye, kung ano man yung nangyari, sana maayos 'yun. Alam kong hindi ka gagawa ng isang bagay na makaka-"stain" sa post na alam kong pinaghirapan mong makuha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry kung ang preachy ng dating. Sabi ko nga, kaya ayoko na isend sa email, baka itsurang epal e. Pero just my three cents worth (e sa three gusto ko e). Sabihin niyo na ring bitter ako kasi I really wasn't able to stay for long. But just the same, Plaridel has always been one unforgettable thing for me. Dun sa one month na lumabas ang name ko sa staff box (dahil last month na lang ako naging regular), sobrang memorable 'yun sa akin. Kaya sana magtagal 'yung grupo, and maayos kung anumang gusto meron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final note, naalala ko 'yung thing from Kuya JJ about "Dakilang Layunin." Sana hindi lang siya isang part ng newspaper every month, katabi ng staff box. Sana sa tuwing tinitingnan ng bawat member (in general) 'yung pangalan nila sa staff box, mabasa at maintindihan rin nila 'yung Dakilang Layunin ng Ang Pahayagang Plaridel. Sana palagi nilang maisip na kaya nasa staff box ang pangalan nila, e dahil sa Dakilang Layunin na 'yun. It serves a purpose, kaya dun siya nakalagay. (Actually, minsan hindi siya dun nakalagay, pero hayaan niyo na lang ako sa analogy ko). And just the same, every member serves a purpose, kaya ka nasa Plaridel. Hindi ako perpektong staffer, and I've learned from my mistakes, and again ayokong maging preachy. But since wala akong chance para bumalik at makatulong, sana with this reminder makatulong ako na ma-unify at maging strong ulit 'yung org. I believe kaya niyo 'yan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Huling hirit na... malungkot lang rin talaga ko kasi Cy scheduled a BnK reunion this Saturday, pero busy lahat kaya walang naka-reply. E kaso, I was able to get this Saturday off kaya available ako, kaso nga hindi na pala tuloy. Tapos nalaman ko pa nga na may ganito. Pero CY, wala akong pressure sa 'yo a. Basta sabi ko kahit kelan pa 'yan aattend ako. Keep me posted po. Thanks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113272274590479714?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113272274590479714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113272274590479714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113272274590479714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113272274590479714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/missing-green.html' title='missing green'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113150689759021109</id><published>2005-11-09T22:41:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:07:54.676+08:00</updated><title type='text'>woman on top</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When I have nothing to do with my cool blog (kailangan talagang may adjective?), that's the time I go bloghopping. At right after my own site, the very next site I go to is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://franciscka.blogspot.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;francine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;'s magnificent-as-boracay-white-sand blog. (Pramis 'yan francine, blog mo talaga ang unang-una kong pinupuntahan. *wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So upon scrolling down and scanning through her posts, I chanced upon this quote, which she got from another site of her friend. The quote goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Women are like apples on a tree. The best ones are at the top. Men don't want to reach for the good ones because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they just get the rotten apples from the ground that aren't good, but easy. So the apples on top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're just amazing! They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who's brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nasabi ko na lang sa sarili ko... uhm, OK. One weird thing though, the next thing na nag-pop up sa utak ko is that "Apples contain caffeine five times than that of coffee." Or kung baluktot ang English ko, ibig kong sabihin, mas mataas ang caffeine content ng apple kaysa coffee. Trivia siya na nabasa ko somewhere. Actually hindi ko nga alam kung caffeine talaga or caffeine-like properties lang. But for this one, caffeine na lang gamitin natin. So if caffeine keeps you awake, and apples contain cafeine, and women are like apples... no wonder, women keep me awake. Ang bobo ng logic ko no? Pasensya na hindi ako nag-aaral ngayon e. Hahahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;But just the same, totoo naman di ba? Kahit anong pagod mo, or puyat mo, or stress mo, if you're with the girl you really love, wala lahat ng 'yun. Which reminds me of another email from a high school peer. Girls, ito daw ang checklist to see if your guy is *almost* perfect&lt;br /&gt;1. Know how to make you smile when you are down.&lt;br /&gt;2. Try to secretly smell your hair, but you always notice.&lt;br /&gt;3. Stick up for you, but still respects your independence.&lt;br /&gt;4. Give you the remote control during the game.&lt;br /&gt;5. Come up behind you and put his arms around you.&lt;br /&gt;6. Play with your hair.&lt;br /&gt;7. His hands always find yours.&lt;br /&gt;8. Be cute when he really wants something.&lt;br /&gt;9. Offer you plenty of massages.&lt;br /&gt;10. Dance with you, even if he feels like a dork.&lt;br /&gt;11. Never run out of love.&lt;br /&gt;12. Be funny, but know how to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;13. Realize he's being funny when he needs to be serious.&lt;br /&gt;14. Be patient when you take forever to get ready.&lt;br /&gt;15. React so cutely when you hit him and it actually hurts.&lt;br /&gt;16. Smile a lot.&lt;br /&gt;17. Plans a romantic date full of cheesy things he wouldn't normally like to do, just because he knows it means a lot to you.&lt;br /&gt;18. Appreciate you.&lt;br /&gt;19. Help others out.&lt;br /&gt;20. Drive 5 hours just to see you for 1.&lt;br /&gt;21. Always gives you a peck on the cheek when you depart from each others company, even when his friends are watching.&lt;br /&gt;22. Sing, even if he can't.&lt;br /&gt;23. Have a creative sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;24. Stare at you.&lt;br /&gt;25. Call for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;26. Quit smoking, chewing, drinking, or drugs - just because he loves u that much to quit it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Honestly hindi ko alam kung bakit ako may ganitong blog entry. Aminado ako during the training period, I almost fell in love. Almost kasi bago pa man ako tuluyan ma-develop e basted na agad ako. Bad trip 'no? Pero wala lang, kailangan ko lang ng isang feel good entry every once in a while. Hehehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ito last na... hehehehe... Pang-kulit lang. Forwarded sa akin ng friend ko:&lt;br /&gt;Wer do u usualy plce ur xtra pilow dring slip?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-above ur chest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-in between legs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-under ur feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;-over ur face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ur answr wil tel u kung CNO KA pg ngmahal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;isip ka muna ng sagot...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ito ang meaning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Above ur chest: u put TRUST 2 ur partner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Between ur legs: u'r a jealous person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Under ur feet: u'r dominant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Over ur face: grabe ka kung mgmhal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Naalala ko lang kasi ang sagot ko, over ur face. E sa umaga or tanghaling tapat ka ba naman matulog e, tingnan natin kung hindi mo rin tabunan ng unan 'yung mukha mo. Pero seryoso, feeling ko totoo 'yun. Nung bata ako, between the legs ang unan, kaya pag nagkaka-crush talaga ako seloso ako. And until now naman alam ko na seloso pa rin ako. Pero dahil matured na rin naman ako kahit papaano, 'yung jealousy e napapaltan na ng pagiging understanding. supportive, and loving. Sayang lang wala akong serious gf to prove it. Hehehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So much for a real feel good post na parang walang direksyon. Hehehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113150689759021109?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113150689759021109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113150689759021109' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113150689759021109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113150689759021109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/woman-on-top.html' title='woman on top'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113142180198880781</id><published>2005-11-08T11:43:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:11:19.803+08:00</updated><title type='text'>aux 8... waaaaa!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Putsa... stressed na stressed na stressed na stressed na stressed na ko. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Alam mo 'yung feeling na kulang ka sa tulog dahil ginising ka ng nanay mo para kumain kahit na nagpapapayat ka (hehehehe... actually hindi 'yun ang problema) pero kahit kulang na kulang ang tulog ay pumasok ka pa rin sa shift dahil last day of the week mo na (Tuesday-Wednesday off ko) at dahil wala kang pasok the next day ay eager ka pa ring mag-update ng blog pero ayaw maki-cooperate ng toddler mong PC (toddler kasi 4 years old na 'yan... well... whatever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi ko na 'to kayang palampasin. Eight hours a day sa work (2 hours from the previous night and 6 hours of the next day) e nagtitiyaga ako sa isang stupid software na walang ibang alam gawin kundi error messages, system halt at service unavailability, tapos pag-uwi ko sa bahay ganun din ang mangyayari. Holy crap... sorry pero over na 'to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dito sa bahay, five times na siya nangyayari. First time, gusto kong i-post 'yung ginawa kong short story. E di OK na. "Publish Post" button na. Loading... loading... Page cannot be displayed. &lt;em&gt;Aaaaayyyy... sayang naman. Sige next time na lang. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Round 2. Nakita ko sa Friendster 'yung group pic ng Wave 15-A, 'yung mga kasama ko nga sa ACE at Product Training. Mega upload at kwento naman ako and all. *Poof!* It became Koko Krunch! Joke! Nawala na lang bigla ang Internet Explorer ko. &lt;em&gt;Ano ba yaaaaaannnn...&lt;/em&gt; Pero naisip ko next time na lang din.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take 3. Try ko ulit i-upload 'yung short story ko. Tiyagaan. Yehey...! Na-post na. Check ko kaagad 'yung blog ko. &lt;em&gt;Whatthefax... bakit may chinese characters dito??? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strike 4. Eto lang. Eto lang talaga. Hours ago. Go na go ako magkwento tungkol sa meeting kanina ng team na nauwi sa instant bonding session. Anak ng windows o! "This program has performed an illegal operation and will be shut down." &lt;em&gt;Grrrr! Anong illegal sa pagpopost ng blog?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we haven't stopped yet. Eto malupet. Fab 5. Apat lang talaga siya originally. E di ginagawa ko 'tong post na 'to. Dahil stressed out ako, may napindot ako. &lt;em&gt;O, asan na 'yung mga letra... bakit naging blank screen. Undo. Undo. Undo!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pasensya na sa dami ng reklamo ha. E sa hindi ko na kaya 'yung stress e. Sa bagay, kung ang tao nga nagkakamali e, 'yung mga bagay pa kaya na gawa ng tao? Pero hello, hindi ko kailangan ng logic at philosophy ngayon. Ang kailangan ko, internet access, matinong Web browser na magmamatch sa hype at momentum ko sa pagbo-blog. Na ngayon e nawala na.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naalala ko tuloy 'yung customer ko kanina. Sup call amputsa... Nag-place daw kasi siya ng order sa website pero ayaw gumana. Error daw sa credit card. At dahil mayaman siya mega try siya sa marami niyang credit cards. But to no avail. Kaya tumawag siya sa amin at minalas na sa akin lumusot. Bumungad ba naman ng "I want to talk to your supervisor." Ang lecheng matanda. Magrereklamo lang daw. Ang dali-dali naman daw ilagay sa website na "system down" or "website under construction" e pinagod pa raw namin siya, thinking na it's something with his credit cards. E lolo, mawalang-galang na ho a... may sa tanga rin naman ho pala kayo e. Kung alam lang naming magloloko ang system, we won't be having this conversation. And, OK, given na kasalanan namin na nagloloko ang system. Kailangan bang irate? Buti ka nga maraming credit cards e! At buti ka nga diyan place lang ng place ng order. Alam mo 'yun, parang, big deal ba dapat 'yung issue at kailangan pang sup call? (Uy, baka isipin niyo barubal akong agent at bastos sa matanda a... may customers lang talaga na, good lord... pwede ko ba silang bagsakan ng phone? Hehehehehe!... Believe me, it's different kapag kausap mo 'yung mga hindi mo kalahi at sisigawan ka as if they're dumber than them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, alam kong pointless na ako at nagagaya na rin ako sa matandang 'yun pero, at least it's my blog di ba. I have to release this tension dahil mamamatay ako sa stress pag nagkataon. Gusto ko sanang isipin 'yung linya ni Ate Rc, "...hapitots..." pero ewan. Ano bang "hapitots" sa buhay ko...? Puyatan, selosan (sana lumipat na sa Novaliches ang Accenture), and on top of all these, a system crash? Siguro kaya ganito dahil nagiging super techie na ako of some sort. Pero ewan ko, ito nararamdaman ko ngayon e. I just need to vent all these out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And... nga pala... AUX 8 is what we do enter on our phones kapag nag-hang ang PC namin. Request for permission to be on Aux-work for minutes while restarting the system. Saka ko na lang ie-elaborate ang Avaya... pagod na ko e.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;excess... TL Marie, add mo na ako sa Friendster ha. Ã¼&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113142180198880781?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113142180198880781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113142180198880781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113142180198880781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113142180198880781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/aux-8-waaaaa.html' title='aux 8... waaaaa!!!'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113095037075234543</id><published>2005-11-02T22:33:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:15:53.336+08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year's resolution...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ilang minutes na lang matatapos na ang araw na 'to. Officially, hindi ko na birthday. Officially, umpisa na ng isang buong taon ko bilang isang 19-year-old-single-out-of-school-call-center-career-focused young man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;To date, ito na ang pinaka-OK kong birthday. Pinaka-OK kasi naman hindi naman super da best, kasi naman simple lang siya talaga, kung baga sa meeting e "closed door meeting" at super kami-kami lang. Hehehehe! Kasi sa E-VAT ng buhay ngayon, mahirap magpa-party. But just the same, it's something na hindi naman disappointing and frustrating (18th birthday ko yata 'yung malungkot ako dahil may sakit si Papa tapos the whole day e nagpunta kami sa isang seminar something tungkol sa kung paano siya pwedeng gumaling, ayoko na i-elaborate kasi wala lang... hehe...). Truth is, marami akong plano for this day pero dahil sa mga hindi maiiwasang bagay --like gusto ko ng night-out with Wave 15-A kaso iba-iba ang shift namin, or gusto kong i-treat for lunch ang Thomas kaso nauna na si Ronald (belated Happy Birthday!) kaya nilakihan ko na lang share ko sa coffee shop at sa tagay-- e nag-stay na lang ako sa bahay, at worthwhile naman siya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So how did the whole day go? It's like a normal day with perks. Hello, it's not everyday na may babati sa 'kin ng Happy Birthday. It's not everyday na magdadala ako ng Mister Donut for a breakfast after-shift meeting. It's not everyday na may spaghetti at cake sa bahay (every year, though, kasi 'yun talaga ang palatandaan ko na birthday ko. Haha!) It's not everyday na sisirain ko ang diet plan ko (after ilang weeks na low-to-no carb, hala... niyari ko 'yung spaghetti at cake... hehehehe!) It's not everyday na may hahalik sa 'kin (the sweetest, most unforgettable birthday kiss ever...) Pero the way I look at it, hindi naman siya super distinctive na birthday ko. Parang... wala lang. Matatapos din 'tong araw na 'to. Hindi tulad ng mga artista na, goodness... month long celebration ang birthday. Parang, &lt;em&gt;"isang buwan bang nag-labor ang nanay mo sa 'yo? Akin kasi 8 hours lang e..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ayun lang... bagong taon na naman 'to para sa 'kin. Kaya naman naisip kong gumawa ng New Year's Resolutions. In fairness naman, first time kong gumawa nito, kaya sana masunod ko siya... Hehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MASTERCHOI's &lt;/strong&gt;MASTER NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Never na akong magiging late. &lt;em&gt;(Woah! Ang bigat! Sabi ko talaga dati hindi ako si Choi kapag maaga akong dumating. Pero malay niyo naman magawa ko di ba. Sa Thomas people na nagbabasa nito, itaga niyo sa bato, pag nagkita tayo, hindi na ako male-late. Kasi hindi na ako magpapakita sa inyo. Nyahahahaha!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seseryosohin ko na ang facial treatment at pati na rin ang diet at workout &lt;em&gt;(Aminado talaga ako na pagkatapos ng unang-una kong derma session, tinatamad na naman akong ayusin 'tong mukha ko. May sabon kasi saka cream na kailangang gamitin e. Isama pa 'yang diet na 'yan. At ang workout, January pa ang umpisa. Pero basta, pinapangako ko sa sarili ko na the next time may makakita sa aking kakilala na matagal akong hindi nakita, mahihirapan siyang maghanap ng taba. Target ko before summer, 130-140 lb from my current 160 or 170lb. Mark my word. *ay, ang sungit!* Hehehe! Syempre naman para pag nag-beach bonding ang team namin or ang Thomas e pan de sal ang nakikita sa akin at hindi salbabida. At matupad na ang pusta ko kay Dianne na makikita niya rin ako sa Mossimo Bikini Summit. Oh, this is too much. This is creepy. Next...!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Focus na ako sa budget. &lt;em&gt;(Isang bagay na minsan e nama-master ko na pero once na makita kong ang dami ko nang maipon, hindi na ako mapakali. Ewan ko ba. Temptation comes in really great packaging. Ano daw? Hehehehe! Basta ganun.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seseryosohin ko na ang trabaho. &lt;em&gt;(Ano ba 'yan, call center career na nga lang hindi ko pa ayusin. Sisikapin ko na talagang sundin strictly ang call flow, ang Am-speak, ang proper navigation, correct transfer procedure, pacifying an irate customer, pati ang proper break schedules. Hehehehe! Mabuti na 'yung habang umpisa pa lang e itinatama na ang mga mali. Pero ang sarap kasi minsan mag-call avoidance. Hehe! Ganito na lang iisipin ko, sa bawat call na hindi ko inaayos, isang season ng Friends at Will&amp;amp;Grace DVD ang mawawala sa akin, isama pa ang bagong cellphone at laptop. Putsa, laptop! Kailan ka ba mapapasa'kin???)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Hindi na ako magpapaka-torpe. &lt;em&gt;(Woah... mas mabigat pa sa mga naunang items... combined. Honestly habang tinatype ko natitigilan ako. Hindi ko alam kung kaya ko. It doesn't mean being 'sobrang presko' pero sana mabawasan ko na ang pagiging mahiyain. Kaya ako napagkakamalang bata e. 19 years old and without a &lt;u&gt;serious&lt;/u&gt; relationship once and for all, masama na 'yun.)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Magiging decisive na ako. &lt;em&gt;(Quoting my friend Dianne, sabi niya sa akin, "napaka fickle-minded mo talaga!" Kaya this time hindi na. Alam ko it'll take time and maturity, pero mamamaster ko rin 'yan. Pagiging firm sa decisions. Kapag sinabi kong gusto ko sa Letran, go! Kapag sinabi kong gusto ko sa Comm Arts, wala kang pakialam. Seriously, isa itong mabigat na resolution. Imagine pader ang gigibain ko. Hehehehe! Peace Ma! Salamat sa cake at pasta at chicken at electric fan... hehehe!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I'll try my best for shorter porsts sa blog. &lt;em&gt;(Tila nakakalimot na ata ako sa principle of editorial writing na dapat short and concise lang ang sinusulat. Kasi wala namang pakialam sa 'yo masyado ang readers, at they don't have a lifetime to read the bullcrap you've written on paper. Kaya promise ko sa sarili ko at sa readers, shorter pero mas enjoyable na entries. Na syempre mangyayari lang kung araw-araw akong magpopost. Sana magawa ko talaga...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tutuparin ko na ang lahat ng mga pinopromise ko. Otherwise I won't say "I'll promise I'll do it." At kasama dun ang lahat ng nilagay ko dito. (&lt;em&gt;aya Plaridel peeps, kapag sinabi kong wait lang kayo dahil naaalala ko pa rin ang utang kong Cibo, at kapag sinabi ko sa 'yo Simonette na sa next time na gumimik ang Thomas e ako ang taya... hm... no comment. Ã¼)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tapos na ang araw na 'to. Wow... iba ang feeling. 19 na ako... Yehey...! I'm slowly drifting away from my kiddie image. Sana ang mga tao ganun din, makalimutan na nila 'yung totoy image ko. Lalo na sa work, palibhasa kasi sa wave, ako yata ang pinaka-bata. (Sa batch A ako, pero sa kabila, sa B, ewan ko). But I know na ako dapat mag-prove nun sa kanila. Well... wait and see people. Yuck, ang yabang! Hehehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nga pala... salamat sa lahat ng nakaalala. Kahit team ko lang ang naalala kong dalhan ng Mister Donut, babawi ako. Thanks talaga ha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113095037075234543?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113095037075234543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113095037075234543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113095037075234543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113095037075234543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/new-years-resolution.html' title='new year&apos;s resolution...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113081879866324022</id><published>2005-11-01T09:47:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:19:33.066+08:00</updated><title type='text'>adios...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Haaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ngayon ay November 01 2005. Baka sakali lang wala kayong kalendaryo. Hehehehehe! At dahil November 01 2005 na, huling araw na ng pagiging 18 years old ko. Wehehehehe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Trip ko mag-senti ngayon kaya huwag kayong makialam. Hehehehehe! E kasi naman, napanood ko na rin finally ang &lt;em&gt;"Friends: The Last One," &lt;/em&gt;ang 2-part grand finale ng &lt;em&gt;"Friends."&lt;/em&gt; Who'd have thought something so funny and complicated would end up so smoothly, and still, funny. Complicated kasi 6 lives 'yun, all weaved into one by love, laughter, and Central Park. Highlights ng finale: 'yung twins, 'yung habulang Rachel at Ross which almost took forever, 'yung commotion sa plane kasi sabi ni Phoebe &lt;em&gt;"you've got to get off the plane... I have this feeling that something's wrong with it. Something is wrong with the left Philange," &lt;/em&gt;'yung pagpapa-ubaya ni Chandler kay Joey nung Duck Jr. at Chick Jr., 'yung voicemail message ni Rachel kay Ross... 'yung iniwan na nila 'yung keys nila sa kitchen counter (akala nina Monica sila lang ni Chandler ang may keys, but turns out na lahat sila meron) pati 'yung statement ni Phoebe na "&lt;em&gt;Hey, do you realize that at one time or another we all lived in this apartment?" &lt;/em&gt;... and finally, 'yung final shot sa frame sa may peep hole ng pinto (alam ko trivia ng frame na 'yan...!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;You all know me people... (or baka nga hindi... hehe) I'm a super sentimental, emotional guy. Lalo na pag tungkol sa family and friends. And sitcom finale and season enders. But most specially, iba 'yung dating sa akin ng concept ng "goodbye." It's not that positive I know. Pero hindi negative ang dating niya sa akin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Parang ngayon. I have to bid goodbye to being in between a minor and a very young "feeling mature" legally-aged dude. Pero I have to look back and see for myself how far have I gone na rin. Well to be honest, hindi siya masyadong super duper gandang period ng buhay ko. Pero during this time of my life na-realize ko talaga na "Experience is the best teacher." Kung ano 'yung experience na tinutukoy ko... kung green ka... ehem... bahala ka na sa buhay mong mag-isip. Nyahahaha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pero on a more serious note, sobrang daming nangyari sa akin nung nag-18 ako. I had to leave DLSU. Heartbreak talaga sa akin 'yun. Nakapasok ako sa Letran na hindi ko sobrang tanggap sa sarili ko. Good thing natutunan ko nang maging isang Knight. At ngayon naman, just recently lang, nagbabanta na naman ang isang tangkang paglipat ng unibersidad. Akala ko pa naman I have the courage to speak for myself and defend my preferences, pero heto, kinukumbinse na naman ako ng nanay at tatay ko na huwag nang ituloy ang Communication Arts at mag AB-English na lang. Pero ngayon naman kahit papaano nakukumbinse ko sila nang kaunti na dito talaga ako masaya. Pero ganun naman palagi, pagdating sa issue tungkol sa course ko. They'll leave me alone, make me think na OK na sa kanila, then when something comes along and they see even the slightest of an opportunity, they'll try to talk me out of it na naman. It's not that I have the worst parents. My God, mahal na mahal ko sila and alam ko na mahal din nila ako. Pero kung may parent-kid issue na hirap talaga kaming i-settle, ito na 'yun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;18 din ako nang mag-umpisa akong magtrabaho. God, sobrang fulfilling! Mahirap at stressful, oo. Pero 'yung fact na sumsuweldo ka twice a month, may nabibigay kang pera sa parents mo (sila kasi nanagbu-budget e, kapag ako 'yan, wala nag ibubudget... hehe!) at may naipambibili ka ng mga bagay na gusto mo, at nakakaltasan ka ng buwis na ninanakaw lang ng mga tao sa gobyerno na hindi mo naman binoto (nung last election hindi pa ako botante e...), iba 'yung feeling, sobra. Though I won't deny na hindi din ganun kaganda ang experience ko sa previous company ko. Pero if there's anything, sa kanila ko utang kung ano ako ngayon. Una, sa accent, compared sa high school English ko, mas OK ako mag-English ngayon. Sa kanila rin ako nag-umpisang matuto ng american culture, slang, pati mura. Hehehe...! Confidence na rin at focus sa work. Dahil din sa masamang experience ko dun natutunan ko ang pagiging professional, ang patience, humility, unity, at kung gaano kalayo ang Ortigas mula sa bahay namin. Kaya kung ano man ako ngayon sa Teletech, kung isa man akong agent na *mejo mejo mejo* confident, kung nag-top man ako sa ACE at Product (na hindi ko naman pinagyayabang ha, baka sabihin niyo...) e utang ko rin 'yun sa previous company ko (na hindi ko na ilalagay ang pangalan, for security purposes... ayokong makulong...! Hahahaha!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ano pa bang natutunan ko nung nag-18 ako? I've decided not to smoke *ever!* and drink occasionally. Nakita ko rin ang mga high school friends ko na pumupuntang US pero atat na atat pa rin bumalik sa Pilipinas... (uuuy... hindi maka-let go!). Naranasan kong sumali at matalo sa Palanca (hello naman kasi! ang kapal din naman ng mukha kong sumali...). Naranasan kong pumila sa NBI, NSO, BIR, at sa katakut-takot na job applications. First time ko din nga palang makasama sa paggawa ng noon time show for a final requirement (saya ng taping!), at maging audience ng isang noon time show na naka-long sleeves. Ano pa ba... ah! Syempre... first time kong matuto ng html sa blog na 'to...! Yehey! Galing...!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Sobrang dami pang nangyari sa akin na alam ko e hindi ka naman masyadong magkaka-interes basahin kahit na super close tayo. Kasi may sarili ka ding buhay na dapat i-asses di ba? Pero ito 'yung mga sasabihin kong highlights for the year that passed. 'Yun para sa akin ang importante if you have to say goodbye. Never forget those things na importante, maganda man or masama. Kasi it'll make you a better person in so many ways. Hindi ko alam kung bakit ang drama ko ngayon. Hehe! Pero hindi pa ako mamamatay ha! Hindi pa ito super goodbye... Kailangan lang isara ang isang chapter ng buhay ko to give way to a brand new one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Ganito na lang, if you still think of goodbye as something negative, just think of the word &lt;em&gt;Ã¡dios&lt;/em&gt;. Now take off the first letter. Just keep in mind na letting go of something, or someone, doesn't have to be so bad. Because it's God's will. ClichÃ© na kung clichÃ© pero it really is God's will. At clichÃ© na rin kung cichÃ© pero kapag talaga may nagsara na pinto, may bintanang bubukas. Uhm... sorry... minsan akong naging Maryan Camp Facilitator kaya marunong ako ng mga ganitong lessons in life. Hi Sir Tan. Haha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;excess... final taping na ng Ikaw Ang Lahat sa Akin bukas. Tinawagan ako ni Bea to confirm. Hehehe! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113081879866324022?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113081879866324022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113081879866324022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113081879866324022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113081879866324022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/11/adios.html' title='adios...'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-113011109952037349</id><published>2005-10-24T07:21:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T06:24:37.710+08:00</updated><title type='text'>filipinanny</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I take no offense on being typecasted as a nanny. But i do take offense that the educated people of the world have somehow denegrated the true sense and meaning of what a nanny is. Let me tell you what she is. She is someone who gives more than she takes. She is someone you trust to look after the very people most precious to you - your child, the elderly, yourself. She is the one who has made a living out of caring and loving other people. So to those who have typecasted us as nannies, thank you. It is a testament to the loving and caring culture of the Filipino people. And for that, I am forever proud and grateful of my roots and culture.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;I was checking my e-mail the other day... at may forwarded message ako from my high school friend. Ito 'yung laman ng e-mail. Ito daw 'yung winning answer ni Miss Philippines-International Precious Lara Quigaman that's why she was crowned Miss International. Ang tanong &lt;em&gt;"What do you say to the people of the world who have typecasted Filipinos as nannies?"&lt;/em&gt; Parang masyado naman yatang personal... Hm...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;When you look at it, isa siyang magandang example ng "looking at things on a lighter, more positive note." Hello, kahit ako tawaging katulong e... nakakapikon 'yun 'no. Pero being a nanny, or anything na hindi super taas at super gandang trabaho: DH, Metro-Aide, MMDA (naku, MMDA! bibingo na kayo sa mga rallyista...), janitor, messenger... it's just a reflection of how we Filipinos value our jobs, exert the most of our efforts, and see to it that we excel while we show other people what we really are: honest, hospitable, trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Ako, for one, nung bata pa ako, akala ko ang trabaho lang sa mundo e 'yung mga nasa chart na pambata: doctor, nurse, teacher, fireman, priest... 'yung mga ganung chorva (nahahawa na 'ko sa "chorva" na 'yan...). Sa Grade 6 yearbook ko, doctor ang nakalagay na ambition... e dugo ko nga ayokong makita e. Come Fourth Year, accountant naman nilagaay ko. Pucha naman... looking back, hindi ko na maalala kung saan ko napulot 'yung 'accounting' na ambition na 'yun. Pero ngayon, eto... call center agent ako. 2 years in college, twice naging freshman... and still counting (hindi niyo lang alam, I'm in the brink of leaving Letran again...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;So 'yun nga, umpisa nung nagtrabaho ako, umpisa nung naging part ako ng work force, naintindihan ko kung gaano kahirap ang buhay ngayon. At the same time, natutunan ko na rin 'yung worth ko. Na kahit hindi ako super talino at super galing, alam ko naman 'yung kaya kong gawin and I know how to make the most out of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Kung DH or nanny ang tawag sa Filipinos ngayon, malamang in the near future, 'call center agents' na ang tawag sa mga Pinoy. Hehehe... cool...! Pero the fact still remains na may iba pa rin diyan na ang tingin sa mga Pinoy e under lang sa mga malalaking bansa. And to that, I couldn't agree more to what the reigning Miss International just said: &lt;em&gt;It is a testament to the loving and caring culture of the Filipino people. And for that, I am forever proud and grateful of my roots and culture.&lt;/em&gt; Pero syempre ibahin natin. &lt;em&gt;It is a testament to the Filipino excellence and competence in technology, communications while incorporating warmth and hospitability. And for that I'm forever thankful of being a call center agent... we could mess up your accounts all we want...!"&lt;/em&gt; Hahahahaha! Joke joke joke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Palagi na lang tungkol sa work ang post ko ha... Kasi naman, we haven't heard from the clients yet. Hindi pa namin alam if we really are keeping our jobs. Sana naman... (fingers crossed).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;Nga pala... naalala ko... nanood ba kayo ng Miss Earth kagabi? Napanood niyo 'yung opening? Namputsa, astig! Imagine female demure voices singing Kitchie Nadal's &lt;em&gt;'Bulong.' &lt;/em&gt;Natuwa talaga ako. At natawa. Ang kulet!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;One last hirit... Kahit anong mangyari... ewan ko... but I still believe na masarap maging Pinoy. (cue &lt;em&gt;Pinoy Ako&lt;/em&gt; by Orange and Lemons here... hehehehe!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-113011109952037349?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/113011109952037349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=113011109952037349' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113011109952037349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/113011109952037349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/filipinanny.html' title='filipinanny'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-112992905285314625</id><published>2005-10-22T04:04:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:47:09.896+08:00</updated><title type='text'>live feed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I'm currently having my second fifteen-minute break from work. Second day ngayon ng testing. I'm using one of the PCs just to update my blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Sorry for the english. I'm within the premises, clients and the &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;gods &lt;/span&gt;are roaming around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Everything is in chaos actually. Scores should be in the clients' hands by 4AM. So my highest mark for a call (76%) is the grade (I hoped) they submitted to the clients. 75% is the passing. I hoped for the best, I did my best, I just wish I'll be keeping my job. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;I still feel bad for those colleagues who are not that confident of passing. I sincerely want the entire class to stay and keep our jobs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Shift is almost done with a few minutes. Still I don't know if I pass, or whoever my teammates are. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;But the girl I'm talking about, from my previous post... not my teammate. Too bad I won't get to see her that often. But I think that'd be better. I think I should get over her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;That's about it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And again, sorry for my english.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-112992905285314625?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/112992905285314625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=112992905285314625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/112992905285314625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/112992905285314625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/live-feed.html' title='live feed'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-112988716306904268</id><published>2005-10-21T16:35:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:53:33.300+08:00</updated><title type='text'>first day flunk???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Hindi naman siguro... And huwag naman sana...&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It's my first time to take calls last night. (Do I need to explain? Hehehe... it's not &lt;em&gt;virtually&lt;/em&gt; my first time to take calls... pero for Teletech it is.) And personally, it was a not-that-good call. Even though Gwen (who coached me) told me it is a good call and my conversational skills are lovable and an asset daw (nyek! hindi rin!), still I'm not happy.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;It was a simple call turned sup call. Customer was asking of his options since his item is on backorder. I gave him his option: ship to his address or pickup at another store. Out of the blue he just decided to cancel, tapos bigla na lang sinabi na &lt;em&gt;"i'll do it (cancellation) with a supervisor..."&lt;/em&gt; Hayop na 'yun! Napikon ako kasi he was the type of customer who wouldn't believe CSRs and would rather talk to a TL or sup, kahit hindi naman necessary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Pero actually hindi naman yun lang ang issue about last night. Towards the end of the shift, I felt so down. Ewan ko kung bakit. ang daming negative energies e. Nandyan 'yung maririnig mo din yung iba mong kasamahan na disappointed sa calls nila. Someone even cried of pressure. Nakakalungkot isipin na you really had fun during the training, plus the fact na a CSR's job shouldn't be terrifying, not even overwhelming or with pressure, tapos sa mock calls pa lang may mga ganyan na. Nakikita ko sa kanila yung naranasan ko during my very first time. Hello, it took me 3 nights bago maka-get over sa tension. 9PM 'yung shift ko, so by 8PM I have to leave the house, pero as early as 6PM grabe na yung nerbyos ko. Unfortunately, as much as I want to help them, only time and exposure could take their fears away. Hindi naman sa nagmamagaling ako dahil may experience na ako. Pero syempre I want to help them learn to take it easy. Kasi seeing them like that, as I have said, makes me feel down at some point. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Hindi lang 'yun ang problema ko talaga. There's this girl &lt;em&gt;(OK Choi... now that's a real problem...)&lt;/em&gt; at work with whom I fell for. Thing is, I know for a fact na she won't like me. Another thing is, a lot of my peers (and pati trainer ko from ACE o accent) somehow don't want her for me, 'yung tipong &lt;em&gt;maghanap na daw ako ng iba na mas deserving. &lt;/em&gt;And still another thing, may boyfriend na siya. &lt;em&gt;Wait, there's more...! &lt;/em&gt;Her boyfriend happens to be my schoolmate/YFC facilitator way back in grade 6. (YFC siya, KFC naman ako - Kids for Christ). Ang nakakapikon kasi, ang alam ko silently in-love na ako sa isa kong classmate (&lt;em&gt;Thomas... shaddapp!)&lt;/em&gt; na never ko rin namang naamin sa kanya. Tapos ngayon, ito naman, i fell for a girl na bukod sa may boyfriend na kakilala ko, e bata lang ang tingin sa akin. He even called me 'Baby Boy.' Ako daw kasi 'yung pinakabata sa class, tapos I look and act like a kid daw. Well, sorry for being sensitive, but it does hurt me a lot. Akala ko pa naman nagmamature na ako, and I'm ready to be in a relationship (read: serious) tapos 'yung girl na gusto ko, bata lang ang tingin sa akin? Nakakainsulto. Kaya ngayon everyday at work with her is like emotional torture. I see her, pero kasama boyfriend niya. If she's alone, I can't even open up an interesting topic. Everything's ruined... hindi ko alam if I could still find myself a serious relationship.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;At hindi lang 'yun ang problema ko. &lt;em&gt;Yes, we haven't stopped yet.&lt;/em&gt; Nasasangkot ngayon ang Wave 15-A (kami yun) sa isang kontrobersya. I don't want to ellaborate dahil I don't have the full facts yet, though I have both sides of the story already. What issue could be more complicating kapag pumasok na ang pera? Haaay... ngayon lahat ng hiniraman ng pera nung taong sangkot sa issue (who's name I won't drop just for respect) e kailangang mag-submit ng statement sa Human Resources. For future investigation. Nakakalungkot lang kasi it's supposed to be a personal issue na madadaan naman talaga sa maayos na usap. Ang hindi ko talaga maintindihan, bakit kailangang umabot sa HR... Pero dahil andyan na, I'm just hoping for the best, na sana lumabas 'yung totoo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;And with that note, I have to end this entry. Yup, pati kasi ako kailangang gumawa ng statement. Sorry kung puro rants lang ang nabasa niyo today. Well, if there's one more thing I loved about the previous shift (aside from Gwen's comments) e 'yun yung masikatan ng araw diretso sa mukha. Wow... I'm so back in the call center industry! I'm a vampire once more! Hehehehe! Sa Macapagal kasi makikita mo talagang sumikat ang araw (dagat kami dati remember...), kaya ang gaan sa feeling.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Kaya sana, gumaan na rin ang shift mamaya.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7699058-112988716306904268?l=masterchoi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/feeds/112988716306904268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7699058&amp;postID=112988716306904268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/112988716306904268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7699058/posts/default/112988716306904268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://masterchoi.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-day-flunk.html' title='first day flunk???'/><author><name>master choi</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00159068847467529937</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v323/masterchoi/choi10.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7699058.post-112975328581620955</id><published>2005-10-20T03:24:00.000+08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T02:55:47.103+08:00</updated><title type='text'>on this site will rise... konstantin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Wow!!! Bagong layout ulit!!! Maganda ba o overloaded? Na-appreciate mo ba o hindi? Well, kung anuman ang sagot mo, wala akong pakialam. Dahil for the next couple of months (or feeling ko forever na 'to, 1 month in the making 'to a!) e ito ang makikita mong layout. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Nga pala, obviously, lumipat na ako ng bahay. Umalis na ako sa blog-city. Nuknukan ng kaboringan dun e. Kaya kahit mahirap e nag-crash course talaga ako ng html (self study yun ha!) para lang makalipat dito sa blogger. And I guess (and I hope) na they all pay off, my efforts i mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Bagong server, bagong blogsite layout. &lt;em&gt;Wait... there's more!&lt;/em&gt; Hehehehe! May bago na rin akong trabaho. Hehehe! Ang sama talaga ng ugali ko. Kaya 'yan, ngayon balik-trainee na naman ako. Dito na ako ngayon sa Teletech sa may Roxas Blvd. (and read it as /row-haz/), dun sa may Macapagal, sa may itinatayong SM Mall of Asia. Malapit kami dun. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;And as always, super sarap pa rin maging trainee. You're paid to be taught of new things. Parang sa halip na nag-enrol ka at naglabas ng pera, binabayaran ka pa ng kumpanya para turuan nila. Astig di ba? Plus, syempre dahil training, panibagong grupo na naman ng mga taong dapat pakisamahan. At compared sa dati, I could say na mas fulfilling yung experience ko ngayon when it comes to dealing with other people. Mas OK na ako makisama. Hindi na ako super duper KJ at anti-social. Siguro it'll really take time and maturity talaga. 'Yung mga nangyari sa training, next time ko na lang ikukwento.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Ang importante e 'yung mangyayari bukas. Nesting na. After weeks of training, it's now my turn to try my luck with phone calls. &lt;em&gt;Again.&lt;/em&gt; One of the largest electronics shop in the US ang account namin. (Ngayon ko lang nalaman na bawal pala i-disclose ang information kagaya ng account kapag sa call center nagtatrabaho. Clue: BBY.) Unlike sa dati ko, hindi required ang sales, though wala ka commission when you get one. Hindi required ang 'ask for additional concern' and 'confirm satisfaction' na minsan ay kinapipikon ng customers. Pero unlike sa dati kong work, medyo mas komplikado ang hard phone (never ko yata talaga makakasundo ang Avaya), at super mega required gumawa ng case to document the call, isama mo pa ang pagpuprusisyon ng mga system sa bagal. Pero weighing things, hindi naman sa may angst ako, I guess I'll like it here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And dahil first time ko &lt;em&gt;ulit&lt;/em&gt; mag-take ng calls, syempre pinroblema ko na naman ang pangalan ko. And this time, si Cris (trainer namin. Hi Crisanto! Joke! Peace tayo!) na ang nagbinyag sa akin at nagbigay ng name. &lt;em&gt;Thank you for calling B--- B-y. My name is Constantine. How may I help you?" &lt;/em&gt;Nyehehehe! Good luck na lang Choi, er, Konstantin, er, C&lt;em&gt;onstantine.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;'Yun na lang muna, kailangan ko na matulog. Para makabawi. And speaking of bawi, asahan niyong babawi talaga ako sa blog ko. Basta makikita niyo na lang. Hehehehe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:78%;"&gt;Masterchoi. 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