Dai, WHO TOLD YOU TO THINK ABOUT NUNNERY?

                                mom and friends, dressed like the holies

 

a conversation with a priest-to-be..

 

f.johnocd: hello dai! musta na? sa ******ka pa rin?

bonnie: marlow? kaw ba yan?
f.johnocd: yes!
bonnie: wow!
bonnie: musta father? haha!
f.johnocd: mabuti! katatapos ko lang sa pre-seminary sa Iloilo. the Fathers are sending me to their international seminary in Australia on the 21st.
f.johnocd: sa ******* ka pa rin ba?
bonnie: wow! australia! congrats na pala!
bonnie: hindi na ko sa ******, dun naman ako sa ayala.

 

 

bonnie: kaw, hindi ka na work?

f.johnocd: kelan ka pa lumipat? hindi na me nagwowork. dito ako ngayon sa laguna, sa amin. nagbabakasyon.
bonnie: ah, buti ka pa nagbabakasyon na lang.. haha! mas okay dito sa bagong work yun nga lang malayo..
f.johnocd: good for you! pang-gabi sched mo? weekdays ka lang may pasok?
bonnie: ah, hindi pang-umaga lang, part time lang pala ako, which means pwede ako pumili ng sched na gusto ko..
f.johnocd: magboard ka na lang. ok. mag-isa ka lang napalipat diyan? san na yong iba? si thess alam ko sa ortigas.
bonnie: mahirap magboard. hindi ko pa kayang alagaan sarili ko eh, kelangan ko ang aking nanay.. haha!
bonnie: oo nga si mami tess ay nasa ortigas kasama ata sila brad at bradley. yung mga kaberks nya. wala ka plano magwork ulit?
f.johnocd: hahaha! pano yan, e di hindi ka pa makakapag-asawa nyan… ah, kasama ba niya sina brad? wala siya nasabi sa akin. bradley? di ko na yata siya matandaan. wala na me balak magwork. maliban na lang kung sabihin sakin sa seminary na wala me vocation.
bonnie: hahaha! hindi naman sa ganun, anu lang, wala pa ko sa pagiisip na magasawa.. haha! siguro gusto ko lang sulitin ang pagkakataon na makasama ang aking mga magulang,.. ganun..
bonnie: darating din naman ako sa panahon na kelangan ko mamuhay mag-isa di ba?
f.johnocd: magmadre, gusto mo?
bonnie: haha! how i wish, pero hindi ata ako bagay jan father.. masama akong tao eh.. hihi..
f.johnocd: good sign yan!!!  pero hindi ka naman ‘yong talamak na “masama”. but it doesn’t matter. God will have mercy on whom He will have mercy, sabi nga Niya. sabihin mo lang sakin kung gusto mo. tutulungan kita… 
bonnie: ganun? haha! kinikilabutan naman ako jan sa sinasabi mo father.. parang naririnig ko tuloy ngayon ang “ama namin” kahit wala naman akong pinapakinggan ngayon.. pero nakakatuwa naman ang alok mong yan.. sige, pag dumating ang panahon na yan.. ikaw agad ang maiisip ko.. ha? thanks so much!
f.johnocd: ipagdadasal ko na ngayon na ‘yong panahon na yon.  kain muna tayo…
bonnie: haha! sige, kain ka lang.. nsa haus ka ba?
f.johnocd: yup. dito me sa bahay. diyan ka sa office nyo?
bonnie: hindi dito lang din sa bahay.. hehe.. naku, napapaisip na tuloy ako dahil sa mga sinasabi mo..
f.johnocd: haha! cge, kain muna me.
f.johnocd has signed back in. (1/1/2002 6:31 AM)

 

 

bonnie: okay

f.johnocd: dai, pwede ka magsearch dito sa site namin ng related materials on vocations discernment: http://www.sspxasia.com. click mo lang yong sa vocations.

f.johnocd has signed out. (1/1/2002 7:12 AM)

 

This is officially, my first time to think… and consider.. oh no.. NO WAY!

I’m tagged, and so are you..

I got tagged by a friend in wordpress, and now obligated of spreading this game. I don’t really like doing this stuff, to be completely honest. But in order to keep this chain going, I might as well spend my precious time doing so.. *docking head to and fro* the questions are seriously nosebleeding for me, so let’s begin..

 

The rule says: Remove one (1) question from below, and add in your personal question, make it a total of 20 questions, then tag eight (8) people on your list. List them out at the end of this post.

 

1. At what age do/did you wish to marry? Ahm…. maybe 27. If it’s not only complicated to conceive by 30, that’s my ideal.

2. What color do you like most? green.

3. Have you ever shoplifted? no.. maybe i just can’t remember, but i think i didn’t, im not sure though..

4. Where would you like to go to the most? Egypt. I wanna lay down on King Tut’s tomb. haha!

5. Which part of you do you hate the most? my hair. it’s  always bad hair day for me.

6. When you encounter a sad moment, what do you do? i just cry.

7. If you win $1 million, what would you do? I’ll help all my relatives, built them houses and send them to school.

8. What do you loved the most about last year (2007)?  i can’t remember.

9. List out 3 good points of the person who tagged you: she is pretty, funny and smart. i just love her. ^_^

10. How do you cope with boredom? I daydream.

11. What’s the one thing that you regret the most? can’t remember.

12. What kind of person do you hate the most? prententious, braggy, envious and selfish.

13. What is your ambition? is to make people (as many as i can) HAPPY.

14. If you have one wish, what would you wish for? if it’s not equality and peace, a better life for everyone.

you celebrate new year? of course, i was even intoxicated that i puked on my bed! haha!!! poor sister, did some serious cleaning, i will never forget that.

I think this game is fun, let’s get goin..

16. Name your body part that hubby tells you he adores. haha, in the future, i hope my hubby-to-be will adore every part of me.. and i’ll work hard for that. haha!

17. It is already 2008, do you have a new year’s resolution? to be productive every single day of my life. but guess what? i’m nearly quitting.

18. What do you look forward to in 2008? improve japanese language skills, travel more, and meet new people.

19. If your life is a song, what title best fits it? i’m an inch of everything.

20. when you die, what is it you’d like to be remembered for? that i was never a quitter. i fought until the end, and had seen it through..

 

Now tagging eight persons is a little difficult ‘coz not everybody likes reading my entries. so YOU, who happened to reach this point, ARE TAGGED!

PANTIES, PANTIES WHERE ARE YOU?

February 28, 2008 Thursday 03:30 AM Mood: Sleepy. Irritated.

Where have all my panties gone?!!! - I screamed to mom, after a 30-minute-search -operation of my mysteriously missing undies! 

March 3, 2008 Monday 05:30 PM

Mood: Happy. Contented. 

Above me are now my 3 new pairs of panties with 6 different colors- WHITE, PINK, YELLOW, FUSCHIA, BEIGE, and BLACK under one style. Each costs Php 30.00 only.

After that traumatic experience last Thursday morning, I couldn’t sleep well until yesterday night. All I could think about was buying a new set of undies for security reason. I was about to take a bath that Thursday morning and prepared all those stuff that I need before finally stepping inside the shower room, then all that’s missing was MY PANTY. Heck. I was busy peering inside my closet, still sleepy and out of energy for this search. With my empty stomach and dreamy head, truth then nudged an axon to declare a shocking news ”YOUR PANTIES ARE ALL MISSING!”

Mom got even more panicked, as I kept on telling her I’LL SURELY BE LATE! and didn’t know where to search anymore. I got even more desperate as mom was hopelessly pulling out clothes one after another. We even trespassed on brother’s closet with the same faith that maybe we could find one. NEGATIVE. I chanced on sister’s but then none of hers was even willing to help. THEY WERE ALL GONE TOO! HOLY SHIT! So mom, sympathetically said, LET’S GO TO MY CLOSET, DEAR.

So I followed her, confused with what she’s planning to do. AM I GOING TO WEAR HER PANTIES? DO WE HAVE A SAFETY PIN? cuz surely, it’s double my size. Haha! But NO, mom had an idea, which was I thought very clever and timely. She got a huge plastic bag from her closet then pulled out these colorful panties. WOW! Which one? She thrusted me some for me to examine. One was extremely torn in the pantyline. One was bacon-like garterized. One was pathetically PATCHED! OH! I exclaimed. I had no choice but to pick one. WHERE THESE ALL CAME FROM? I then asked her, with the feeling of slight deliverance. IT WERE ALL YOURS, DON’T YOU REMEMBER? Mine? Really? Denial? Haha! I understood why my panties gone bacon-like garterized. I also understood why my panties gone torn.But I didn’t understand why PATCHED.  I DID BLEACH THEM WHEN YOU WERE IN YOUR EARLY STAGE OF PUBERTY, THOSE TIMES THAT YOU DIDN’T LIKE WASHING YOUR UNDIES CUZ YOU’RE TOO LAZY TO WASH THEM RIGHT AWAY, she motherly explained. It was then concluded that bleaching undies was no good for hypochlorite bleaching power aggressively weakens the fabric of clothing which eventually wrecked the middle part of my undies.

I just then realized how hard it is to experience it every month. Be banged up with PMS and be a certified stain remover was never easy all the time. It was just when I reached college I learned how to keep myself from stains, which requires special skills and techniques, I think. Now, mom doesn’t have to do that anymore. I am now an ADULT, more responsible and hygienic. But I wonder why mom had to keep all those old panties, anyhow. FOR SECURITY REASONS, she smartly mused. So, I had to choose that bacon-like garterized one, for I thought it was the best. BUT DON’T WEAR YOUR HIPSTER PANTS, she added. Then headed to shower room thinking that  I DON’T WANT TO BE CAUGHT DEAD WITH THIS! 

Again, my new panties now totalled Php 180 with tax included, which is way affordable, isn’t it? I was onced inspired by Rica Peralejo’s Victoria’s Secret panties, which obviously didn’t help me today. I am not a celebrity to own a single of VS undies for a safekeep. That would definitely cost me a fortune! So these cheap panties suit me, and I’ll just have to suit on them too. Cottonwise? They passed my standard.

And for the updates of the MISSING PANTIES? They were all found in my father’s closet February 28, 2008 around 11:00 AM. Why we didn’t think of that? Was still a question.

Cargo: Who cares if my undies were gone? I am actually not sure whether to post this entry or not, but I chose to post in anyway. Heehee..

WHEN LUCK GONE FISHING, PRAYER MIGHT BE WORKING

I know, sometimes I am not so appreciative with the kind of work that I have now. But you can’t blame me, I am supposed to do the job that must be related to the course that I painstakingly pursued when I was in undergrad. Should I wish that I am working in a place where the walls are usually white-washed and the smell is usually strange?  Should I look for the job which I can usually sit, observe and talk to people and find out who has the queerest statement ever? Maybe, I should be working in a psych ward, that’s what.

But, my current job is way far from that.

Today, I accompanied a friend in this company where I was previously working. She’s about to apply for an English Instructor Associate position, but then was offered with an HR assistant position by the interviewer. I hate HR people, for some unfounded reasons. Hehe. Anyway, my friend did like it and was asked to stay for awhile. So we waited, 1st hour. We waited again, 2nd hour. We waited again, 3rd hour. Then the HR person said “we will just call you for the result.” (as if we have to wait for a medical result) after the 4th fucking hour! So now, I doubly hate the HR people now. How was that?

I tried to keep my blow up, for an attempt not to discourage my friend. But then, I knew that she felt it, and there’s no way that she could ever repel this bitter pill. It was almost a downfall, I figure that this would again, add to her already growing number of clinker.

We already graduated 2 years ago, and I can’t tell if this is really a matter of skills or just luck. But I believe  that my friend can certainly perform the same job that I am doing now.  I just can’t understand what is going on. Well, while we were on our way home, I just prayed many times, that hopefully, she’ll receive a call and will be told about when she can start the job. Even I have this notion that hearing “we’ll call you” from the interviewer usually means “thank you but we don’t think we can hire you.” still, I need to be optimistic.  Oh.. I will just keep on praying. Prayer after prayer.

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WHAT PAULA ABDUL COULD DO TO THIS MIDDLE-AGED MAN?

I know how much my father wants to learn how to use the computer. But unfortunately, his age just serves him right. He has poor eyesight now, and couldn’t manage to type a 7-letter-word in a minute, when he tried it once. Poor paps. Well, at the least, he still got me, and my siblings for his great need of assistance on search for Paula Abdul’s video of Rush, Rush on youtube.

He didn’t like Paula. Not until he got interested on watching American Idol, lately. He thinks Paula is really gorgeous, and lovely. Yeah, I agree, Paula is such a sweet thing, sitting next to that man with a fierce tongue and inexorable brain.

So, my father, was not really a fan of Paula, actually, he’s a fan of Kylie. You know Kylie? Kylie Minogue. He got this original copy of her CD, which is I think 12 years old already. And it was the first ever compact disc that he was able to purchase. But a Paula’s LP? Nothing.

Today, I served him 2 videos of Paula, cuz that youtube was really browsing phlegmatically. haha! But father was so patient and said “Let’s watch some more, later!”

Mom is not jealous after all. They could watch American Idol together. But dad alone, watches other Paula’s videos on youtube. He has a crush on her- my sister concluded. Well, I guess, he now remembers how to have fun again even on his middle-age! Thanks to Paula.  

IF ONLY I COULD GIVE MYSELF A NEW NAME!

On the way home, Pie pointed to me the name indicated on the receipt sticked on her shopping bag- MENIRVA (name of the sales lady). It gave us the time to joke over these innocent little things and made us feel to free some thoughts including “It’s MINERVA, isn’t it?”

Still on the way, I saw these signs of VIDAYLIN food supplements along Boni Avenue, and suddenly had a flash of my father’s funny face while telling the most unforgettable story of my life— THE HISTORY OF MY NAME, yoh!

And then again I remembered..

There was the afternoon sun in the west, and there were the nicest ripples in ocean. I was looking on my cousin’s little face and wondered if she knows how to write her name.  I got hold of a stick and started to doodle some figures- turtle, house and the likes. We never spoke that much cuz she couldn’t speak tagalog well, and so am I with bisaya.

I wrote—- D-A-I-L-I-N-E

“pangalan ko yan” I said to her.

She wrote—- J-U-S-E

“akin to” she said while drawing a smiley after her name.

“Ha?” puzzled me.

She stared at me. Looking at her was like looking at the mirror, we had the same expression. We’re both ????

“Hindi………. ganito ang name mo oh ….”

—-J-O-S-I-E, i wrote on the sand again.

“Nyeh!!! Hehe!!! Indi.” She pointed on her written name, telling me that it’s the correct one, and the one I suggested was pointless.

She was 6 years old by that time, it was 7 years ago. We had our first (and too unfortunate that it was also the last) vacation in Aklan. JOSIE is the name of my cousin, that’s how everybody pronounces her name. And it was a big question to me why is her name spelled like “JUSE” when we usually call her “JOSIE”. It was 7 years, and I never heard of her.. how’s she doin in school.. does she walk on her way there.. IS SHE REALLY WRITING HER NAME THAT WAY? (FREAK!) Well, what’s wrong if she does? It isn’t my problem, is it?

When it was time for me to know about how the hell my parents got my name, I was excited. (Oh, I can’t really actually remember, if I really was.) Well, anyway, here’s the story…

My brother was 3 years old the day I was born. He was a malnourished kid and enjoyed playing around on the ditch. His deworming occured almost every other time cuz he had this bulging front porch which was once the habitat for slimy parasites. YUCK!

So, my brother was recommnded to take this Vitamin “VIDAYLIN” by his doctor. Months later, I was born. My father worn his little sense of ingenuity (which appeared unappreciated by me only for this) by changing the spelling a little so it became- DAILINE.  

I asked my father- why such a name?

“Na-cutan lang ako. ” he proudly said.

I sometimes wish I had a different name. Hope I was named after a queen, a country or Lady Godiva. But after a vitamin brand, huh, I just  don’t understand.

NEXT OBSESSION- MAGING BISAYA

It all started with a joke. “Hoy Dai, inday!”- this is the usual response from people I met and the first time they knew that “Dai” is my nickname.

When I was working in my previous company, I met a girl named Chell. I should say that she is a fan of Annabelle Rama in a single perspective–  her original accent.

So, this girl, Chell, loves talking to me with her Annabelle Rama’s tone (it is really funny if you’ll just hear her talking) everyday of our lives between a piece of plywood.  Haha!!!

“Enday, wat tym tayu magkaon?” “Enday wat taym mag totbrash?” “Enday, tenatamad aku.” Enday, mirun aku ngayun.” She’d talk with that freakin’ glorious accent!

The funny part of it is we bacame the entertainers for all bored asses in unit 705. Officemates were inspired to acquire the same accent and we enjoyed coffee breaks in the pantry while mastering that. And so it went on, even the afternoon shifts were all excited to share some moments talking with, again the silly accent. Until, we all became what we wanted to be— fluent-inday-accent-speakers.

It was a fulfillment, for me. I miss talking to those people again. And now that I don’t have much of chance, (though pie, you’re still here to enjoy that with me) I want to level up on this field. I wanna be a certified Vizayan-native-speaker.

I never experienced staying a year or two in both of my parents’ hometowns (Aklan and Leyte). Lately, I asked Pie to teach me how to speak Ilonggo. I am really poor at remembering them. All I can remember now – PANDIHO- which means- Natatae..

Now, I really adore people who could really speak visayan dialects.

Well, aside from so many things that I am all-so-frustrated-about to discover as what I am capable of doing (which until now nothing comes into wherever direction) I want to include this on the list. I hope I won’t give up on this dream, this obssession. What’s up with that?

DARE NOT TO READ: THE NOT SO FANCY DREAMER

status: scattered brain

eating: my feet

drinking: no water, it’s just liquid, i can’t tell.

listening: sabihin

watching: my typing

playing: vocabularies

Lately, I thought I was being educated by this glorified  WWW thingy and been embraced by this full-earthy-half-cosmic realm which I was once, deprived. But now, it’s too plain, that this WWW thingy discreetly crept on my fragility and mercilessly brushed me with this conclusion that SUCH THIS LIFE I AM STANDING  NOW IS POINTLESS, I’M HEADING NOWHERE.

Pie thought I am so up to writing blog, customizing multiply homepage, and.. and…

And here  I am, in the middle of this surreal emptiness, trying to fill in something.

Maybe you’re thinking that I am just writing another crap, well, yeah, feel free to do so.

Well, boredom strikes at me, twice a day. First is when I sit in the dark room in the office while other co-workers are still asleep. Second, is when I sit in this room (mine and my siblings’), during the afternoon. The boredom will stay until dusk falls. Like the vampires in Anne Rice’s novels, life starts in the evening. But not for long, cuz it’s just until 9 for me, have to sleep early for the next unusual early morning work. I need to be perky.

So while, I, the bored person, think this is the longest boredom I have been through, create something that none of you will ever get an iota of interest, sits on a broken seat, with the broken dreams. Yes, I mentioned there BROKEN DREAMS.

Dreams were my life. I lived with them, talked about them, looked up with them, and now, fucked up without them. It was all that I had. I was never born rich, neither born talented. So, let’s just say that I may be a little colorless dot in the universe. Hoping I was once belong to a fancy galaxy like milkyway, or something, like I used to imagine there’s this sorta wonderland behind our light bulb when I was 5, and telling my sister that I can see the molecules in the dark before we sleep when I was 7. I thought I was the kid who had lotsa imagination which,unfortunately didn’t help me much as I grow up. People around me, didn’t have imagination, they thought it’s a plain lousy crap.

Well, what I actually like to do now? Nothing.  Maybe just to finish this writing, cuz it’s just hard to delete it after all.  I am tired of thinking what could be the legal thing for me to do, which wouldn’t punish me a hint of guilt nor a blow of pressure. Well, I am not totally giving up, maybe, I just need a break. So tell me, which one is better? Break down or break away?

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