I never thought that scrapbooking is tiring but equally fun thing to do!
As a surprise for Levy, I was thinking of something that is personally made and something that can emphasize how we grow with each other in the past two happy years. After numerous ideas has been filtered, I finally decided to create my first ever scrapbook.
The theme that I thought of is quite cute. I searched through the net the historical events that happened on August 28 and smartly relate it to our journey as a couple. I give myself a two-thumbs up!
While I was doing the scrapbook, I find it in tune with my personality. Scrapbooks does not revolve around strict methods and borderlines. It is practically putting on ANYTHING that you think would produce a cute and witty product. No hard and fast rule, no methods to follow - only your creative and resourceful mind dominate the whole scene. I like it that way!
Though NBS has ready to use scrapbook accessories (which I thought "scrap" is already a dead word), I find it more interesting when I digged into my old stuffs and look for buttons, keychains, cinema tickets, old purse and other stuffs that I can think of to "beautify" my book. Of course, I am thankful for those NBS items that were really great!
This scrapbooking thing is added to my "favorite thing to do" bucket. Can't wait to make another one!
Friday, August 28, 2009
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Jesus Christ on the hot seat
This is something that has been energizing my brain cells over the past few days. Three hours of sleep was a testimony that I’ll be restless until I carve my insights here in my little space. Religion – perhaps one of the greatest mysteries that we have.
Caution: This topic is sensitive so this requires an open mind... And oh, this is long - longer than my previous posts. Haha!
My other brain which Dad takes possession of, sent me a message of the possibility that Filipinos may have Jewish blood running through our veins. Don’t ask me how many drops have been mixed to our domineering Aeta or Malay or Spanish blood, just ask me how this logic came to existence. A pretty straightforward reasoning is that, when the temple at Jerusalem was destructed, Jews escaped, scattered through the parts of the world, significantly in Spain and stayed there for like 1500 years. Needless to say, we all know how Rizal or Bonifacio fought for our freedom from the likes of Padre Damaso.
Skeptic, I run through the face of internet and googled things about the self-acclaimed “Chosen People”. I am hoping for anything that can be an element of awakening my interest again. Ah, Judaism - something that is intertwined with the Jews. Point of inquiry now was shifted from Jewish blood to Jewish religion.
I am a Christian touchbased with two of its major sects – Catholic as a religion of all the institutions I set foot on and Baptist as our household faith. For the longest time, I have unanswered questions that linger on my mind. Ironic that I have two uncles who are pastors but I did not get hold of that advantage. Scrolling through each of the articles that tickled my senses, I particularly get intrigued on why Jews do not believe on Jesus. Simply put, the difference between Christianity and Judaism. They have questions same as the ones who leased that space in mind since time immemorial. Moreso, they have insights that made my big eyes bigger.
In my attempt to narrow down debates, I got these three “rules” when I did my questioning:
One assumption – Old Testament is based on true accounts. I call this the Mother Book.
Crossing my fingers to be correct – there is no bias when the Mother Book says Jewish people
Fact – Old Testament is the source of Koran, Bible, and Torah.
Enter the first point of argument. Jesus did not fulfill the prophecy as a Messiah. This honestly narrowed down my ignorance. So there is such thing as Messianic prophecy. There were four accounts in the Mother Book. Christians acknowledge that these are yet to be fulfilled by Christ in the second coming. Second coming does not exist in the mighty minds of Albert Einstein’s lineage.
My little query: what does the mother book states about it? Is there such thing as Him going back to earth?
My ring finger stands up to count on this another Jew’s claim. Jesus did not qualify to posses the personal qualifications of a Messiah as:
A prophet – Jesus appeared after the prophecy ended
A Son of David – Christians’ account that He is a product of virgin birth does not support the four-bold words
A Mother Book observer – Jesus’ violation of Sabbath; new versions of the 10 commandments
Perya’s thoughts:
The concept of prophecy is unclear to me. The frequent opposite directions of the Old and New is one classic puzzle for me. Why are there differences? I don’t concede to the reasoning that the Mother Book should not be interpreted word for word like the classic “an eye for an eye”. Maybe, just maybe, killing is not part of the likes of Eve’s eating the apple. After all, killing plants and animals is accepted. Digging my logical mind further, given that the New Testament is correct, does it render that the Mother Book has long been practiced BUT was actually off beam? Knotting it to God’s superiority, can we assume that He was WRONG and that He sent Jesus Christ to correct them?
Third point to eat my inquisitive mind is the claim that there are many mistranslated verses “referring” to Jesus. One crucial point is the renowned virgin birth where Jews claim that a verse in the book of Isaiah refers to an “alma” giving birth. Alma which means a young woman, but theologians interpreted it as “virgin”. Focusing on the virgin birth itself, this accords to practice of “paganism” – where mortals are impregnated by gods!
Two other points that they stressed are trivial for me. The points of crucifixion and suffering servant.
So how do I react to this? The concept of virgin birth as presented here enabled me to link it to the stories of the gods of Egypt and Greece. If such birth really did exist, can we say that Jesus and His followers were pagans? If on the other side of the bed proclaims this not being true, I raise two points. One – Jesus was purely human, born by mortals. In this case, the reasoning that He is not a Messiah because He is a demi-god is now eradicated, dropping one argument / claim by the Jews. Two – what was the intention of the people who inscribe the notion of virgin birth? Is this to elevate His status and make Him unique so as to allow Him to take the seat of a Divine Being or Messiah?
Now I spill the fourth, and for me the major divergence of this saga – how Christianity contradicts the Jewish theology.
Man as God. This is strengthened by the New Testament’s line that says: I and the Father are one. The Mother Book says: God is not a man, neither a son of man.
The involvement in the physical world. We know how the priests and nuns became eligible to stand in front of the altar and to wear that something-on-the-head, respectively. Mary as the holiest woman. Monks situated the far-flung area. All these because of one reason: avoidance of the evil, physical world. Judaism relates the physical world as God’s gift for our pleasure, not for our frustrations.
Liaison for prayer. “No one comes to the Father but through me” vs. “You shall not have other gods before me”. The former presents the concept of a “mediator, the latter does not.
The famous Holy Trinity.
These four strong points actually coincide with most of the entries in my chronicle of confusion. My thumb really refuses to wave an agree sign on the concept that Jesus is both human and divine - the longest and perhaps the only topic we had in Religion class during second year high school.
I cannot see the logic of the “sacrifice” that our saintly brothers and sisters have to dive in order for them to be considered the servants of the Lord. Should it not be the other way around? That for them to be really tested, they have to conquer the “evilness” of the infamous physical world? What then are we, yes, we who remained in the physical world, doing in this place? Should we all not go to a secluded parameter as well?
I long refute the idea of the Catholics regarding confession and acknowledgement of saints. I always believe there should be no one qualified enough to act between me and God. Reading this portion of Judaism put me into a questioning mind again. I concede to the idea that Jesus, too, is an intermediary.
Back then during Sunday school days, I always pose an issue on Holy Trinity. This is the prime conviction that I cannot really really fathom. It spells c-o-n-f-u-s-i-o-n for me. Logic is an alien word for me. I settled for the “this is where your faith comes in” answer. Funny/ignorant as it may seem, why did this Holy Ghost fills the power of three? Who is it/he/she by the way? To add up, I clearly recount how I do my prayers when I was a kid (even today). When I realize that I have been repeatedly using Holy Father or God in the first few lines of my prayer, I will quickly budge into Jesus. I always ensure that I regard them equally. Yes, this was how confused my then-little-now-audacious mind was.
A lot of questions have sprung into my mind. I know I have posed strong, bold, and “ruthless” questions and conclusions. But when you unmask my heart, you would see that it has been hard for me to even think, much more to ink all these to paper. Yes, this is a flamboyant example of questioning my Christian faith. But friends, I just want to ask, just want to get some insights, and I just want to exercise my wits.
I’ve eaten bundles of time from my friends – Hope, Malou, Gelan, and Rolla, from my family – Dad and Tito Nonoy, and from Levy of course. I thank them for shedding lights and for throwing intelligent debates on this intriguing tale. =)
As Levy has quoted (while munching on Wendy’s salad), after all these and you have “proven” that Christianity is a deception, would it make Judaism, or Islam, or Buddhism, or Atheism, or any ___ism correct? No one or nothing, even the Mother Book is absolutely correct. No one is holy or brilliant enough to prove that what he believes is the unqualified truth. What is important for me is we believe that there is One Supreme Being present in this so-called world. As to how people regard who this superstar is, it does not matter.
Oh, there’s wisdom in the pier. Right kargador a.k.a. Levy? *grin*
I might be a bad storyteller, so please visit http://www.simpletoremember.com/articles/a/jewsandjesus#3 for the unmodified critique.
Caution: This topic is sensitive so this requires an open mind... And oh, this is long - longer than my previous posts. Haha!
My other brain which Dad takes possession of, sent me a message of the possibility that Filipinos may have Jewish blood running through our veins. Don’t ask me how many drops have been mixed to our domineering Aeta or Malay or Spanish blood, just ask me how this logic came to existence. A pretty straightforward reasoning is that, when the temple at Jerusalem was destructed, Jews escaped, scattered through the parts of the world, significantly in Spain and stayed there for like 1500 years. Needless to say, we all know how Rizal or Bonifacio fought for our freedom from the likes of Padre Damaso.
Skeptic, I run through the face of internet and googled things about the self-acclaimed “Chosen People”. I am hoping for anything that can be an element of awakening my interest again. Ah, Judaism - something that is intertwined with the Jews. Point of inquiry now was shifted from Jewish blood to Jewish religion.
I am a Christian touchbased with two of its major sects – Catholic as a religion of all the institutions I set foot on and Baptist as our household faith. For the longest time, I have unanswered questions that linger on my mind. Ironic that I have two uncles who are pastors but I did not get hold of that advantage. Scrolling through each of the articles that tickled my senses, I particularly get intrigued on why Jews do not believe on Jesus. Simply put, the difference between Christianity and Judaism. They have questions same as the ones who leased that space in mind since time immemorial. Moreso, they have insights that made my big eyes bigger.
In my attempt to narrow down debates, I got these three “rules” when I did my questioning:
One assumption – Old Testament is based on true accounts. I call this the Mother Book.
Crossing my fingers to be correct – there is no bias when the Mother Book says Jewish people
Fact – Old Testament is the source of Koran, Bible, and Torah.
Enter the first point of argument. Jesus did not fulfill the prophecy as a Messiah. This honestly narrowed down my ignorance. So there is such thing as Messianic prophecy. There were four accounts in the Mother Book. Christians acknowledge that these are yet to be fulfilled by Christ in the second coming. Second coming does not exist in the mighty minds of Albert Einstein’s lineage.
My little query: what does the mother book states about it? Is there such thing as Him going back to earth?
My ring finger stands up to count on this another Jew’s claim. Jesus did not qualify to posses the personal qualifications of a Messiah as:
A prophet – Jesus appeared after the prophecy ended
A Son of David – Christians’ account that He is a product of virgin birth does not support the four-bold words
A Mother Book observer – Jesus’ violation of Sabbath; new versions of the 10 commandments
Perya’s thoughts:
The concept of prophecy is unclear to me. The frequent opposite directions of the Old and New is one classic puzzle for me. Why are there differences? I don’t concede to the reasoning that the Mother Book should not be interpreted word for word like the classic “an eye for an eye”. Maybe, just maybe, killing is not part of the likes of Eve’s eating the apple. After all, killing plants and animals is accepted. Digging my logical mind further, given that the New Testament is correct, does it render that the Mother Book has long been practiced BUT was actually off beam? Knotting it to God’s superiority, can we assume that He was WRONG and that He sent Jesus Christ to correct them?
Third point to eat my inquisitive mind is the claim that there are many mistranslated verses “referring” to Jesus. One crucial point is the renowned virgin birth where Jews claim that a verse in the book of Isaiah refers to an “alma” giving birth. Alma which means a young woman, but theologians interpreted it as “virgin”. Focusing on the virgin birth itself, this accords to practice of “paganism” – where mortals are impregnated by gods!
Two other points that they stressed are trivial for me. The points of crucifixion and suffering servant.
So how do I react to this? The concept of virgin birth as presented here enabled me to link it to the stories of the gods of Egypt and Greece. If such birth really did exist, can we say that Jesus and His followers were pagans? If on the other side of the bed proclaims this not being true, I raise two points. One – Jesus was purely human, born by mortals. In this case, the reasoning that He is not a Messiah because He is a demi-god is now eradicated, dropping one argument / claim by the Jews. Two – what was the intention of the people who inscribe the notion of virgin birth? Is this to elevate His status and make Him unique so as to allow Him to take the seat of a Divine Being or Messiah?
Now I spill the fourth, and for me the major divergence of this saga – how Christianity contradicts the Jewish theology.
Man as God. This is strengthened by the New Testament’s line that says: I and the Father are one. The Mother Book says: God is not a man, neither a son of man.
The involvement in the physical world. We know how the priests and nuns became eligible to stand in front of the altar and to wear that something-on-the-head, respectively. Mary as the holiest woman. Monks situated the far-flung area. All these because of one reason: avoidance of the evil, physical world. Judaism relates the physical world as God’s gift for our pleasure, not for our frustrations.
Liaison for prayer. “No one comes to the Father but through me” vs. “You shall not have other gods before me”. The former presents the concept of a “mediator, the latter does not.
The famous Holy Trinity.
These four strong points actually coincide with most of the entries in my chronicle of confusion. My thumb really refuses to wave an agree sign on the concept that Jesus is both human and divine - the longest and perhaps the only topic we had in Religion class during second year high school.
I cannot see the logic of the “sacrifice” that our saintly brothers and sisters have to dive in order for them to be considered the servants of the Lord. Should it not be the other way around? That for them to be really tested, they have to conquer the “evilness” of the infamous physical world? What then are we, yes, we who remained in the physical world, doing in this place? Should we all not go to a secluded parameter as well?
I long refute the idea of the Catholics regarding confession and acknowledgement of saints. I always believe there should be no one qualified enough to act between me and God. Reading this portion of Judaism put me into a questioning mind again. I concede to the idea that Jesus, too, is an intermediary.
Back then during Sunday school days, I always pose an issue on Holy Trinity. This is the prime conviction that I cannot really really fathom. It spells c-o-n-f-u-s-i-o-n for me. Logic is an alien word for me. I settled for the “this is where your faith comes in” answer. Funny/ignorant as it may seem, why did this Holy Ghost fills the power of three? Who is it/he/she by the way? To add up, I clearly recount how I do my prayers when I was a kid (even today). When I realize that I have been repeatedly using Holy Father or God in the first few lines of my prayer, I will quickly budge into Jesus. I always ensure that I regard them equally. Yes, this was how confused my then-little-now-audacious mind was.
A lot of questions have sprung into my mind. I know I have posed strong, bold, and “ruthless” questions and conclusions. But when you unmask my heart, you would see that it has been hard for me to even think, much more to ink all these to paper. Yes, this is a flamboyant example of questioning my Christian faith. But friends, I just want to ask, just want to get some insights, and I just want to exercise my wits.
I’ve eaten bundles of time from my friends – Hope, Malou, Gelan, and Rolla, from my family – Dad and Tito Nonoy, and from Levy of course. I thank them for shedding lights and for throwing intelligent debates on this intriguing tale. =)
As Levy has quoted (while munching on Wendy’s salad), after all these and you have “proven” that Christianity is a deception, would it make Judaism, or Islam, or Buddhism, or Atheism, or any ___ism correct? No one or nothing, even the Mother Book is absolutely correct. No one is holy or brilliant enough to prove that what he believes is the unqualified truth. What is important for me is we believe that there is One Supreme Being present in this so-called world. As to how people regard who this superstar is, it does not matter.
Oh, there’s wisdom in the pier. Right kargador a.k.a. Levy? *grin*
I might be a bad storyteller, so please visit http://www.simpletoremember.com/articles/a/jewsandjesus#3 for the unmodified critique.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
A Writer's Dilemma
I vividly remember three lines from my first ever poem created when I was in Grade 2:
Birds created their nest
With all their best
So that their babies can rest
I always love writing. People got amazed on my little compositions that tackle things in my own accounts, my own experiences. But, ironically, I was not a part of any writing guild may it be Ripplets(?) in LCC, or Spectrum in La Salle, or even Oracle in RAF. Neither did I contribute a single piece that was a product of my travelling mind.
One uncomfortable feeling for me as a "writer" is hearing remarks from people admiring those words i playfully arranged and later on ask me if I can come up with this and that for them. There's that kudos which also equates to pressure everytime my ears receive these words. Pressure that what I may create for other people will not meet their expecations. I've tried it countless times, and yes,during these times, my creative mind is going gaga over "hide-and-seek". She hides; I cannot ever seek her place of solitude.
You see, I write from the heart. I can't when I'm told to do so. I can boast as a poet if I know that those words in rhyme are based on events or things that I was involved in - call it a first person experience. My hands seem to have their own minds when I desperately want something to be put to writing. Ideas just got through my system and before I knew it, I already done so many clicks with the "enter" tab. Arguably, the end product is just so entertaining. On the other side of the coin, I cannot even just jot down a couple of words when people expect something from me. Horizontal lines nailed through those uncooperative words are just so abundant!
I call this - the writer's dilemma, or better yet - Dahlgren's dilemma. I always thought of this as a misconception just as how people regard all names with comma CPA. People regard the writers as having a 24/7 ties with creative mind and a watchful heart. Similarly, people perceive all the CPAs as working the traditional way - still with columnar pads and literally balancing the world renowned debit and credit, where everything that concerns the terms in the accounting books are ALL being practiced in the real world. Asking a five-year-ago-wearing-toga lady about those freaking financial ratios is just for me, ridiculous. Okay, I'm going beyond my primary topic. Hehe.
To set the record straight, I don't like writing in a business tone. That, for me , is so damn boring. I like free journalism, where I can describe a thing or a word in an artistic way. I don't like straighforward sentences. Again - it's just so boring! I cannot produce a well-thought piece if I am in time constraint. In a simplest term, I don't write if I don't like.
Writing is just my outlet, not a way to have an inflow in my pocket. Cool line, I may say!
Kargs is downstairs craving for a Wendy's big meal. Let's call it a night, laptop on rest. =)
Birds created their nest
With all their best
So that their babies can rest
I always love writing. People got amazed on my little compositions that tackle things in my own accounts, my own experiences. But, ironically, I was not a part of any writing guild may it be Ripplets(?) in LCC, or Spectrum in La Salle, or even Oracle in RAF. Neither did I contribute a single piece that was a product of my travelling mind.
One uncomfortable feeling for me as a "writer" is hearing remarks from people admiring those words i playfully arranged and later on ask me if I can come up with this and that for them. There's that kudos which also equates to pressure everytime my ears receive these words. Pressure that what I may create for other people will not meet their expecations. I've tried it countless times, and yes,during these times, my creative mind is going gaga over "hide-and-seek". She hides; I cannot ever seek her place of solitude.
You see, I write from the heart. I can't when I'm told to do so. I can boast as a poet if I know that those words in rhyme are based on events or things that I was involved in - call it a first person experience. My hands seem to have their own minds when I desperately want something to be put to writing. Ideas just got through my system and before I knew it, I already done so many clicks with the "enter" tab. Arguably, the end product is just so entertaining. On the other side of the coin, I cannot even just jot down a couple of words when people expect something from me. Horizontal lines nailed through those uncooperative words are just so abundant!
I call this - the writer's dilemma, or better yet - Dahlgren's dilemma. I always thought of this as a misconception just as how people regard all names with comma CPA. People regard the writers as having a 24/7 ties with creative mind and a watchful heart. Similarly, people perceive all the CPAs as working the traditional way - still with columnar pads and literally balancing the world renowned debit and credit, where everything that concerns the terms in the accounting books are ALL being practiced in the real world. Asking a five-year-ago-wearing-toga lady about those freaking financial ratios is just for me, ridiculous. Okay, I'm going beyond my primary topic. Hehe.
To set the record straight, I don't like writing in a business tone. That, for me , is so damn boring. I like free journalism, where I can describe a thing or a word in an artistic way. I don't like straighforward sentences. Again - it's just so boring! I cannot produce a well-thought piece if I am in time constraint. In a simplest term, I don't write if I don't like.
Writing is just my outlet, not a way to have an inflow in my pocket. Cool line, I may say!
Kargs is downstairs craving for a Wendy's big meal. Let's call it a night, laptop on rest. =)
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Good Times in SGV
At 8:36 PM today, I finally let loose of my essay-like resignation letter and landed it on my boss' piles of papers in the drawer labeled as "in". Another correspondence that would be eating a space in his blackberry tomorrow - my email finally telling him that amidst his kind words, I'm decided to move out. I wouldn't know what will happen tommorow, if it will turn out just an ordinary day and I'll get an approval from him, or would it be something that I'll experience first-hand his signature growling voice inside his room - either way,
I'm determined not to cry.
It is refreshing to know that in this short teleserye that I am into, there were actually people in the organization who wants to literally adopt and give me another family where I can still officially put on SGV's badge. This excludes the recipient of my email last Friday. Three persuasions from significant people are no joke to turn down. Okay, to cut down your curiosity, Wash Sycip was one of them - joke of course. Hehe! Three strong persuasions, three determined "NOs".
I only want to fill my memory basket with happy thoughts - no dirty politics, please. And as I am about to cease entering the doors of 6760 building in Ayala and eating boiled-plus-sauce meals at the cafeteria, I want to rekindle those happy and proud memories that I have with the firm. The days when I was still young and has nothing in my heart but pride that I am part of the most powerful auditing firm in the country.
Fourteen other excited and tsrs-illiterate people mark the 2004 RAFers. Who would not be amazed with these outrageous creat
ures clustered as one batch? One fat who resembles the body of Kung Fu Panda and inherited the mind of Einstein, two cute Ewoks who would trade anything for a plate of crispy pata, a nose were life sprouted and is as black as charcoal, one tall basketball player looking guy whose good in bowling, one elite with "uhm wait lang" line starter, a girl with a blade-cut eyes, the jungle's queen (yes, the lioness), a girl who is so wealthy of backs but always gets stranded (she likes dark chocolates, oh not the charcoals though), one who can wear a long skirt as a tube or an illustration board as a belt or an underwear as a headress?, a match that can light a charcoal's heart, one who can launch a lot of "ohhh la las" because of her amazing "assets", the two who went away, and of course, the very pretty, sexy, and alluring lady. Now tell me, can't you see a riot? :D
A laptop that you can call your own is something like having a porsche at a very young age. Simply put, it's a dream for us. It is in SGV that I learned the true meaning of living within your means. Having only one century-old desktop in the area for one person but amazingly gave temporary home to 6 people, you have no choice but to be at the office even before the sun starts to work for the day. And yes, it also means holding your pee as long as you can because signaling to go to the CR means letting the other five literally stand up so that you can pass by. They do have a choice though - they are disturbed by standing up and you going to the CR or sit still with you shedding a smell-bearing water in your place. Haha! That desktop was also a war-launcher. Of the many wars, the all time classic was when CJ can't bear it and decided to resign. Ja, you please explain this one. :D
Now who says you can't carry out your work without a laptop? What then, do yellow papers and pens were made for? Elaine can do the testing for 20 branches with these materials at hand. Amazing? it really was!
But I won't let Elaine get the stardom for that. Ayala-Quezon City-Ayala-QC-Ayala-QC-Ayala? Who can beat that route in one afternoon alone? Again, due to scarcity of that so-called laptop, I got data from client using that then overly hi-tech gadget - a hefty 256 mb USB. Oh wow, I'm not bringing a diskette!!! So there it is, qet a 250 mb worth of data to the client, go back to the office, store it in the desktop. Then repeat the procedures until you are done. No sweat!
Just as everyone was using ACL version something that time, I was so lucky (?) to be friends with Fox Pro. Okay then, codes codes in that so ancient screen. Just do this, just do that and that's it. You'll get the results. AS the clock ticks and as the people in the office slowly calls it a day, I was alone at the office at 1 AM with no results still. Results that are needed at 9 AM later that day. WTF!!! With tears in my eyes and that longing to go back to my hometown instead, I went inside one of the cubicles at about 4:30 AM and hopeless prayed to God. I can still vividly remember my bargain to Him "Lord, please paganahin mo na ang Fox Pro hindi na ako bibili ng business suit every week!". I did a good one. Just before the clock told me it was 5 AM, my program ran and tantaradan - results ready before 9 AM!
It was the height of CAATs when Con, Biban, and I were tasked to do certain complex computation. OK three people with again no laptop. What else to do? Request for a desktop instead. So with smiles and pride in our faces, we went down to Asset Group and excitedly claimed "our" desktops. There, there they are in one dusty corner covered with you know it, dust! That did not end our luck that day, three monitors, three CPUs, three keyboards - what an effortless way to bring them to the clients office. whoa! Stares of different meanings were glued on the the two (of course, i refused to carry even a single mouse!) while I waited for a cab. So how did we fit into one MGE taxi? There is a saying that if a cow can fit in a can, then 3 people with 3 desktop sets can fit into a cab. Swift confirmed the former, we proved the latter! At least, biban was happy during this time. =)
Biban might be the silent type but sometimes he can create outrageous stories for fun. Being a
t the building of the Kapamilyas can give you ordinary glimpse of the celebrities. More so if you are there during Sundays. It was after an overnight on Saturday when we decided to pay ourselves with sleep. I was in my cap, hair clipped, and dressed in an i-think-looks-like-an-after-taping get up when we Biban and I passed through the guard. I don't know why Biban was still near the guard when I was already in the exit gate waiting for a cab. As we get through, he's laughing and telling me his kalokohan. He was asked by the guard if I was Harlene Bautista and this Ewok said yes. I can'r help but laugh as well! Biban, it only means one thing, you look like my body guard!
So have you tried staying in the office pretending to be so tight with deadlines but in fact you were just waiting for the UCPB's scheduled payroll run to be credited in your account? I tried. =)
Ah, these are just some memories! Memories that still create a smile and a giggle everytime I remember them. Classic, classic I may say.
Our "innocent" years were the best years of our lives in SGV. Some call it absurd, we call it funny!
I'm determined not to cry.
It is refreshing to know that in this short teleserye that I am into, there were actually people in the organization who wants to literally adopt and give me another family where I can still officially put on SGV's badge. This excludes the recipient of my email last Friday. Three persuasions from significant people are no joke to turn down. Okay, to cut down your curiosity, Wash Sycip was one of them - joke of course. Hehe! Three strong persuasions, three determined "NOs".
I only want to fill my memory basket with happy thoughts - no dirty politics, please. And as I am about to cease entering the doors of 6760 building in Ayala and eating boiled-plus-sauce meals at the cafeteria, I want to rekindle those happy and proud memories that I have with the firm. The days when I was still young and has nothing in my heart but pride that I am part of the most powerful auditing firm in the country.
Fourteen other excited and tsrs-illiterate people mark the 2004 RAFers. Who would not be amazed with these outrageous creat
ures clustered as one batch? One fat who resembles the body of Kung Fu Panda and inherited the mind of Einstein, two cute Ewoks who would trade anything for a plate of crispy pata, a nose were life sprouted and is as black as charcoal, one tall basketball player looking guy whose good in bowling, one elite with "uhm wait lang" line starter, a girl with a blade-cut eyes, the jungle's queen (yes, the lioness), a girl who is so wealthy of backs but always gets stranded (she likes dark chocolates, oh not the charcoals though), one who can wear a long skirt as a tube or an illustration board as a belt or an underwear as a headress?, a match that can light a charcoal's heart, one who can launch a lot of "ohhh la las" because of her amazing "assets", the two who went away, and of course, the very pretty, sexy, and alluring lady. Now tell me, can't you see a riot? :DA laptop that you can call your own is something like having a porsche at a very young age. Simply put, it's a dream for us. It is in SGV that I learned the true meaning of living within your means. Having only one century-old desktop in the area for one person but amazingly gave temporary home to 6 people, you have no choice but to be at the office even before the sun starts to work for the day. And yes, it also means holding your pee as long as you can because signaling to go to the CR means letting the other five literally stand up so that you can pass by. They do have a choice though - they are disturbed by standing up and you going to the CR or sit still with you shedding a smell-bearing water in your place. Haha! That desktop was also a war-launcher. Of the many wars, the all time classic was when CJ can't bear it and decided to resign. Ja, you please explain this one. :D
Now who says you can't carry out your work without a laptop? What then, do yellow papers and pens were made for? Elaine can do the testing for 20 branches with these materials at hand. Amazing? it really was!
But I won't let Elaine get the stardom for that. Ayala-Quezon City-Ayala-QC-Ayala-QC-Ayala? Who can beat that route in one afternoon alone? Again, due to scarcity of that so-called laptop, I got data from client using that then overly hi-tech gadget - a hefty 256 mb USB. Oh wow, I'm not bringing a diskette!!! So there it is, qet a 250 mb worth of data to the client, go back to the office, store it in the desktop. Then repeat the procedures until you are done. No sweat!
Just as everyone was using ACL version something that time, I was so lucky (?) to be friends with Fox Pro. Okay then, codes codes in that so ancient screen. Just do this, just do that and that's it. You'll get the results. AS the clock ticks and as the people in the office slowly calls it a day, I was alone at the office at 1 AM with no results still. Results that are needed at 9 AM later that day. WTF!!! With tears in my eyes and that longing to go back to my hometown instead, I went inside one of the cubicles at about 4:30 AM and hopeless prayed to God. I can still vividly remember my bargain to Him "Lord, please paganahin mo na ang Fox Pro hindi na ako bibili ng business suit every week!". I did a good one. Just before the clock told me it was 5 AM, my program ran and tantaradan - results ready before 9 AM!
It was the height of CAATs when Con, Biban, and I were tasked to do certain complex computation. OK three people with again no laptop. What else to do? Request for a desktop instead. So with smiles and pride in our faces, we went down to Asset Group and excitedly claimed "our" desktops. There, there they are in one dusty corner covered with you know it, dust! That did not end our luck that day, three monitors, three CPUs, three keyboards - what an effortless way to bring them to the clients office. whoa! Stares of different meanings were glued on the the two (of course, i refused to carry even a single mouse!) while I waited for a cab. So how did we fit into one MGE taxi? There is a saying that if a cow can fit in a can, then 3 people with 3 desktop sets can fit into a cab. Swift confirmed the former, we proved the latter! At least, biban was happy during this time. =)
Biban might be the silent type but sometimes he can create outrageous stories for fun. Being a
t the building of the Kapamilyas can give you ordinary glimpse of the celebrities. More so if you are there during Sundays. It was after an overnight on Saturday when we decided to pay ourselves with sleep. I was in my cap, hair clipped, and dressed in an i-think-looks-like-an-after-taping get up when we Biban and I passed through the guard. I don't know why Biban was still near the guard when I was already in the exit gate waiting for a cab. As we get through, he's laughing and telling me his kalokohan. He was asked by the guard if I was Harlene Bautista and this Ewok said yes. I can'r help but laugh as well! Biban, it only means one thing, you look like my body guard! So have you tried staying in the office pretending to be so tight with deadlines but in fact you were just waiting for the UCPB's scheduled payroll run to be credited in your account? I tried. =)
Ah, these are just some memories! Memories that still create a smile and a giggle everytime I remember them. Classic, classic I may say.
Our "innocent" years were the best years of our lives in SGV. Some call it absurd, we call it funny!
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