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Sunday, December 30, 2007

Are All Filipinos Maids?

I visited a clinic today and was outraged at how one of the nurses asked if I was a 'maid' after seeing on my appointment card that my nationality was Filipino. She realized her mistake when she saw my employment pass and that I had the mien of a working professional. I have never encountered such blatant act of stereotyping until today!

Infuriated, I complained at the front desk and told them that the nurse's comment was uncalled for, and that stereotyping was an unacceptable, inappropriate and offensive behavior. I am not one to tolerate racial prejudice, Filipino or not.

I wanted to send them feedback online through their website to let everyone know of this shitty incident but my comment was rejected as 'spam' (and yes, I'm at my boiling point as I write).

This was what I intended to say:

Please bear in mind that racial prejudice is simply unacceptable and will not be tolerated. People like myself come to you because we are concerned about our health. We pay you for your services and that includes courtesy towards your patients.


Friday, December 28, 2007

The Daily Astrology - And So It Was Written In The Stars

Found the most accurate description of my current mental state:

Although this may be a day away from work, there's so much to be done that you might prefer being on the job so you can relax. You might already feel the tremendous emotional waves that are heading your way, yet staying focused on your chores keeps your mind engaged in a safer realm. Don't fight the inevitable; you'll feel better once the intensity passes.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

Aim High

I went to Market!Market! with Hannelore today for indoor wall climbing. I've always wanted to try it, but somehow always managed to come up with a convenient excuse not to. Honestly, I was worried that I wasn't strong enough to carry my bodyweight all the way to the top. Much to my surprise, I did it without even breaking a sweat!

Mission accomplished.







Sunday, December 2, 2007

Horns and Stingers

My guilty pleasure - horoscope and astrology. For such a logical and pragmatic person, it's hard to believe I'm into this kind of shit.

What The Stars Say About Me
Positive Traits: pioneering, adventurous, energetic, courageous, enterprising, confident, dynamic, quick-witted and freedom-loving

Negative Traits: selfish, quick-tempered, impulsive, impatient, foolhardy and undiplomatic

Likes: action, challenge, spontaneity, championing causes and coming in first
Dislikes: waiting, tyranny, failure, lack of opposition and the advice of others
Spiritual Goal: To learn the meaning of selfless love
Associated Countries: England, France, Germany and Poland (Me: Ah, this explains a lot)
Animals: Ram, Sheep and Owl
Watchword: Action
Keynote: Hope
Physical Manifestation: Impetus
Mental Manifestation: Enterprise
Motto: Never Defeated
Quote: I Am

Friday, November 30, 2007

Did You Know That...

Fun trivia and recognizing the people behind today's conveniences.

Aileron is what you call the flapping parts of an airplane's wing.

Modern instant noodles were invented in Japan by Taiwanese Japanese businessman Momofuku Andō (安藤百福), the founder of Nissin Foods.

The first modern electrical air conditioning was invented by Willis Haviland Carrier in 1902.

The stonefish is the most venomous fish known in the world.
More on stonefish at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stonefish

We have Dmitri Mendeleev to thank (or hate) for inventing the Periodic Table of Elements.

Lego is a Latin word that means to gather, choose and collect.

The ferris wheel was invented by George Ferris for the Chicago World Fair exhibition in 1893 to rival the Eiffel Tower built by Gustave Eiffel in 1889.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Blue Crush



Got my first surfing gear last Monday. Besos para ti, mi surfer rockstar Romain.

Monday, November 26, 2007

My First Movie

I'm not starring in it, and it's not amateur porn, but I was obsessed with Daft Punk's "Technologic" that I HAD to make a short video.

Enjoy.

Friday, November 23, 2007

Stuck



Took a picture of how some things in Manila never change.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Ranting At The Airport

I lack sleep, I'm tired, I'm PMS-ing and generally not having a good day. Ground crew inefficiencies had me standing in line for more than 30 minutes, which kept me from doing what could've been productive work, and Filipinos jumping the line just pushed my patience to its limits.

Seething...

This is the worst experience I've had with Philippine Airlines. I tried to be patriotic but if this is what I would have to deal with every single time, I'm jumping ship, er, planes, and will put my money where I can get a better return of investment.

Disorderly? Disorderly!



Saturday, November 17, 2007

1UP and Shrooms


I haven't laid a finger on a Nintendo joystick for the past five years but when I played Mario Bros with Romain today, it was amazing that I still remembered which boxes contained the mushrooms and flowers, which pipes had access to gold coins and best of all - I can still do the hundred lives trick! Gloat, gloat, gloat. Now you know what kept me preoccupied during my younger years...

Galaxian, B-Wing or Bomber Man, anyone?

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Simply Loving OK Go!



Sunday, November 11, 2007

Exploring Malacca

I started writing about my trip to Malacca, Malaysia and managed to write four paragraphs, when I decided to delete everything and start from scratch like a frustrated writer ripping out a draft from his typewriter and crumpling it into a ball. I just thought that at the rate I was going, this post will forever sit as a draft and never get published.

So I decided to curtail my usually verbose story-telling and draw the "Top 5" highlights of my trip.

1. TWENTY - Located at 20 (snickers) Jonker Street in Chinatown, the hostel was clean, tastefully furnished, served free breakfast and had free wi-fi access. Not bad for S$20 per night!



2. BUILDINGS AND STREET ALLEYS - I was charmed by the cozy cafes, art galleries, antique shops and Dutch/Portuguese-influenced architecture.



3. JONKER WALK - Quiet and empty during the day, but alive and bustling at night! Street vendors would whip out their folding tables at exactly 6PM and put up odds and ends for sale. The entire road was closed off to vehicles to give way to an evening talent show. Dolled-up kids performed on stage and sang Chinese songs and danced to candy-pop songs like "Barbie Girl." I can't help but sing "C'mon Barbie let's go party. A-a-ahhh-yeah..." all the way back to the hostel.


4. PINEAPPLE TARTS, PINEAPPLE TARTS & MORE PINEAPPLE TARTS! Coming to the "Home of Pineapple Tarts" did very little to help me curb my addiction for these little biscuit saucers of pineapple jam.

And that's the way the cookie crumbles.


5. MUTANT SPECIES BY THE RIVER - I stared confounded at the fish that crawled on land (mudskippers) and the big lizards that swim in the river. Reinforces the fact that toxic waste is a hazard to our marine ecosystems. The inconvenient truth, folks.

Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Happy Deepavali!

My colleague brought punjabis for the team in the spirit of Diwali/Deepavali. The mountain of Indian clothing on the table had the feel of a bargain sale in Divisoria, with every girl from the team trying to grab the most elaborate and intricately designed kameez. I've managed to grab a pair of black salwar pants amidst that excited hullabaloo. It was the strangest pair of pants I've ever seen. The waist was around 40 inches in circumference and the leg holes were only 10! Pardon my cultural insensitivity, but the pants looked like they were fitted for Grimace.

I spent about a good five minutes tugging at the pant bottom, trying to get it past my foot and believe it or not, I couldn't! It wouldn't even budge past the sole. Had it been a situation of getting my generous bottom squeeze into a nice pair of jeans, it would've been okay, but my foot? I am highly insulted! Should I start working out my foot too to make it slimmer?!

Salwar Pajama Pants

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

The Randomness of Shuffle

Swiped this from Toots' Multiply blog, which was nicked from leena22's journal. It's a whole network of stealing.

How it goes...
1) Put your iPod on shuffle.
2) Read the questions aloud.
3) Press 'Play'.
4) Use the song title as the answer to the question.

How does the world see me?
Video Killed The Radio Star - The Presidents of the USA
"Oh, oh!" is right.

Will I have a happy life?
I Walk Alone - Oleander
So I guess the answer is no.

What do my friends really think of me?
Dig - Incubus
(Blank look)

Do people secretly lust after me?
Makes Me Wonder - Maroon 5
Anyone out there who'd care to give me a straight answer? Be nice.

How can I make myself happy?
I Don't Feel Like Dancing - Scissor Sisters
Ha! This is my 'happy song' because it's so gay! Wait a second, my iPod is starting to freak me out...could it possibly read my mind? Gasp! Earplugged its way through my cerebral cortex, the sneaky bastard.

What should I do with my life?
Five Candles - Jars of Clay
Arsonist, it is.

Will I ever have children?
There You Go - Pink
"There you go, looking pitiful..."
Not a good sign, not a good sign.

What is some good advice for me?
Seven Nation Army - The White Stripes
I knew it! I'm building my imperial army. My battlecry: Singapore today. Tomorrow...THE WORLD!(evil laugh)

How will I be remembered?
When I Come Around - Greenday
Always coming or always around?

What song will play at my funeral?
This Aint A Scene, It's An Arms Race - Fall Out Boy
Rock my funeral, Fall Out Boy.

What type of men do I like?
Alfie - Lily Allen
Alfie is a bum who won't get up his lazy ass, stay in his room all day, play games and smoke weed. If that's my kind of man, I'm truly fucked.

230 Grains and Going...

THE PREMISE: For each word you get right, www.freerice.com will donate 10 grains of rice through the United Nations to help end world hunger. 1 word = 10 grains.

WARNING: This game may make you smarter. It may improve your speaking, writing, thinking, grades, job performance...

SUMMARY: Save the world while fulfilling your selfish and conceited desire to be proven a language master. Go check it out. It's addictive.

Screw that 9AM training tomorrow. I have a cup to fill...

Saturday, November 3, 2007

Silicone Valley

Acknowledgment: Thanks for that ingenious title, Nick.

Nick couldn't believe that after 8 months of living in Singapore, I've never been to Orchard Towers, much less knew where it was. With its local rep of being the four floors full of whores, he decided to take me there so I can satiate my voyeuristic curiosity.

We went to a pub called Ipanema which appeared dowdy and sleazy from the outside, and even more so in the inside. Nick told me every girl in there was a 'working girl'. The place was full of Asian girls in skimpy and provocative outfits which barely concealed their ridiculously large breasts and tiny protruding asses. There were a handful of them whom I assume purposely forgot to put on a shirt and were running around in their bras, wishing such brazen tactic would catch the fancy of potential clients. Everywhere I turned I saw cleavage. I was overwhelmed with having to visually digest such inordinate amounts of silicone my head started to ache.

I noticed that all the girls made the first move by either tapping the guy's shoulder to get his attention or merely walking up to him to chat. It didn't even come as a surprise that most of the guys were old, balding, and fat.

After consuming a considerable amount of alcohol, going to the ladies room was inevitable. As with all ladies restroom, it was packed with women touching up their make-up and powdering their noses. Some half-accusingly stared at my modest chest, probably wondering why I didn't get a boob job.

We didn't stay long enough at Ipanema for me to find out how these seemingly innocuous chats turn into business transactions. We moved to another bar called Crazy Horse (or Whores) which was obviously the lady boys' territory. We took a peek and I was surprised to see a good number of customers canoodling with these lady boys. Nick told me I looked dazed...and I was! I've never been caught in the midst of such colorful perversions of the flesh trade! I was in a rabbit hole of debauchery, vulgar fetishes and profligacy. It was crazy and surreal.

Sunday, October 21, 2007

Sawasdee ka Bangkok, Thailand

My trip to Bangkok was the first holiday I've ever taken ever since coming to Singapore. I could barely contain my excitement. I was supposed to go alone but I guess my enthusiasm was so contagious that three colleagues decided to join me in my first Asian travel adventure.

We flew via the budget airline, Jetstar, and checked in at the Wall Street Inn. Having paid SGD 61 per night, I didn't expect too much of the hotel. I must say they were redeemed tenfold by the nice welcome signboard at the lobby with my and my friends' names on it. Apart from the fact that the hotel was located two streets down from Patpong, a place in Bangkok notorious for its promiscuous, nocturnal trade, I have no complaints.

We had dinner at the Mango Tree which the hotel staff swore serves authentic Thai food. Being the worst food connoisseur who has no sense of what's good and what's crappy, I was the only one who said the food was great. Everyone else said the taste was not authentic at all. The place was 'touristy' which was probably why the cook had to go easy on the chili.

We went to shop a bit at Patpong Night Market then walked back to the hotel. Before going to bed, I treated myself to a heavenly foot massage. Whoever said the best things in life are free told a fat lie.

On Day 2, we visited the Grand Palace and the National Museum and had lunch at a cozy restaurant near MBK which served authentic, mouthwatering Thai food. I can't get enough of the Thai mango sticky rice! I made sure to order one for dessert after every meal. Every bite was bliss.

We went to MBK to shop, shop and shop some more. Two and a half hours and five shopping bags later, we went back to the hotel to doll up for a night of clubbing. Pre-party, we checked out Khaosan Road. Khaosan was a happening place! My friend Jackie and I got henna tattoos of our names in Thai. Sweet.

We went to a Thai club called Nang Len (I am pretty sure this is NOT the way you spell it but as they say in Thailand - 'same-same...but different') where the crowd was predominantly Thai just the way we would've preferred it. It was pretty crowded and ordering a drink proved to be a challenge (who knew if the bartender spoke English? Well...he did). The club had two main rooms - English hip-hop and Thai hip-hop. We went to both and tried to spot the lady boys in the crowd (it was difficult to tell in the dark). The highlight of the night was when an adorable Thai boy in a splashy, half-open pink shirt, started hugging and kissing my BFF, Mark. This tiny bundle of gay joy was drinking straight from the whiskey bottle! Well, why else would he hit on Mark? Kidding, BFF.

On Day 3, we slept in and didn't get out of bed 'til past 9. We headed out to Chaptuchak Market later in the morning. Chaptuchak was just like Quiapo minus the church and the 'pamparegla' vendors. After squandering more money, Jackie and I went to the Center mall to get our hair done because it was so 'cheap-cheap' in Thailand.

Jackie and I had dinner that night at a fancy-schmancy place called Naj and although it wasn't as authentic as we would've liked it, it was pretty good. I ordered mango sticky rice, of course. We went back to the hotel afterwards only to realize that I left my camera at the restaurant! Jackie and I took a tuk-tuk back to the restaurant and I was so glad to be reunited with my camera.

She and I treated ourselves to a well-deserved Thai massage that evening. I never had a Thai massage before and boy, did auntie crack my bones and stretched me good! It was painfully wonderful.

I will surely miss the shop-crazed, polluted and bustling city of Bangkok that is so reminiscent of home. As much as I would like to go back, there are still other Asian countries to explore. So it would have to be sawasdee ka for now BKK. 'Til then.

Friday, October 5, 2007

Dating Mishaps and Misadventures



It's exasperating to think that even though books, magazines, blogs and websites have dedicated voluminous articles to the do's and dont's of dating, I keep coming back from one disastrous social encounter with the male species after another. The thought that 'maybe it's not them, it's me' has crossed my mind more than once; but I know myself too well to know that I am merely unlucky when it comes to men and relationships. Or I just don't make very smart choices.

Quite recently, I've gone out with a Brit who claimed to be an "infallible gentleman of utmost decorum" (in posh British accent). Of course he acted like a complete bigot. To give you a better idea of how appalling his behavior was, here's a grocery list of the things he did:

- flagrantly and disgustingly picked his nose and teeth in front of me
- constantly performed conversational masturbation and never listened
- conveniently forgot that I'm a vegetarian
- constantly asked what kind of underwear I'm wearing
- shamelessly ogled and checked out other girls in front of me
- asked me to carry a bag of groceries while he ate his ice-cream
- groped my ass and copped a feel in public
- insulted my country and my race
- would intermittently call me, appearing and disappearing like a flickering Christmas bulb

Now if you've read the rather plain but sonorous girly book "He's Just Not Into You", the man I've described above would have been shown the door in an instant. And that's exactly what I did. I have no time and patience to put up with his shit.

I have always exercised careful judgment in weeding out the losers from my dating menu, but somehow I always wind up with men who are either flaky, immature, or just want to get into my pants. I guess I have every right to feel jaded and fagged out about dating. Cynicism has been vindicated.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Selamat Datang Kuala Lumpur


Before I could even mark Kuala Lumpur as a worthy travel destination, I was beleaguered by tales of a sodden and bedraggled city, no thanks to a picture well painted by my friends. And since I blindly put a lot of stock in what they have to say, no "Malaysia Truly Asia" commercial could convince me to go, save for the desire for a new stamp on my passport. So when my boss announced I was flying to KL, I was grateful for the fact that I didn't have to spend my hard-earned dough to get a Malaysian stamp on the clean and eager pages of my passport.

We flew via Singapore Airlines, but I didn't get to enjoy the service that cost us the extra hundred dollars, 'cause I was asleep 10 minutes after buckling up, and woke up just in time for landing.

KLIA (Kuala Lumpur International Airport) was almost as nice as Changi - spotless, organized and efficient. I find it impressive that 90% of the immigration officers were women in their hijabs; it altered the way I perceive conservatism in Muslim countries.

20 minutes after the usual baggage-immigration-customs route, we were on a train headed to the city. We checked in at the Hilton KL which sat side by side the Le Meridien. The room blew me away. Neoteric furnishing, a plasma TV, a luxurious bathtub and a magnificent overhead shower that sprinkles water like a refreshing summer rain. I got a daily supply of distilled water and two pieces of praline chocolates in cute silver boxes every night. The only strange thing I found about my room was a paper lining at the bottom of my rubbish bin that says "Throw it here!". I couldn't help but think, "But if not here, where?"

The trip lasted for three days, and it was unfortunate I did not have the chance to tour the city; my interactions were confined to the hotel and the convention center. With such limited experience, I may have a skewed impression of Malaysia. Nonetheless, let me share my three travel discoveries:

1. The cabbies will squeeze every penny out of you. The faster you can whip 10 MYR out of your pocket, the easier it would be for you to get a ride. In this town honey, money talks.
2. Traffic is bad, but a Manila girl is in no position to criticize.
3. Carbo load and cholesterol city matched with bad eating habits explain why some locals gravitate towards the pudgy side. Coconut, I discovered, was the key ingredient to the Malaysian cuisine. Coconut milk, coconut oil, coconut jelly - trust me, they've put every edible part of the coconut tree to use. And until I came to Malaysia, I didn't know supper could be different from dinner. I was told that dinner is the meal you take at 6PM, and supper is the meal you take four to six hours after. People who stay out late partying flock to food stalls/hawker centers for a supper of chicken wings before heading home to sleep and recover from inebriation. But then again, maybe it is not wise for a Filipino to comment on such things, with our own cuisine consisting of 'fried everything.'