THERE GOES THE NEIGHBORHOOD


Let yourself out into the wild. Open your eyes wider and you'll never get bored. Here are some of the latest discoveries i had here in cebu and back home when i went home a month ago. Help urself.


**** Remember the rules 'Kung anong sulat, syang basa'.






















Zimply amazing.




























They don't serve batchoy anymore. They just wanted you to know that they used to serve 'em 24 hours. Now they don't. So don't ask. Errr, did I tell you they dont serve batchoy?
















Obviously, he got it wrong. Should've been DAY-OP PRIDAY.






















Bread in honor of CHEZ ESCUDERO. Try it! Or was it chiz?
























Well, how do you luck a door? Maybe what it meant really was DON'T LICK THE DOOR. :)























Fush it back after fulling up. Clear?

MOALBOAL - once again!

A week ago, I and my colleagues at work went back to Moalboal for another team outing – probably the last for the team. We will be dispersed with our new schedules and will have new teammates and team leaders. In a sudden, all of us just wanted to come together have fun and maybe forget for a while what will happen to the team. It’s sad the we wont be a team anymore, the past 9 months have been memorable, marked by moments I will remember for long – the fun was like high school fun and the laughs are those that would make your jaws grow stiff. It has been a ride but moving on is part of this journey. We can only hope we have prepared each other to become better persons.

Anyway, too much of the of the mushy stuff. Have I mentioned already we were there to have fun? Two hours down South of Cebu ain’t worth it if we’d just spend our time there wallowing on what’s to happen. So, with a few bottles of beer, food and a few dips of the clean waters of Moalboal, we made our last outing a blast!

I have taken a few photos of two of my newly adopted pets. I have always wanted to have a pet but from where I live it would be a disaster to own one. I didn’t stop trying until I met two very unlikely creatures along Colon Street. I was trying to exchange the airbed I bought at Gaisano Metro (I had the bed for a day and it diffuses. Turned out it had a small hole where the air could escape) when I saw ukay2 stuffed toys through the glass window of a store. It was like I was destined to be at that part i of the busy Colon Street. Among hundreds in a mountain of stuffed toys piled up I met Bloo – a blue horse with his underwear worn on his head for reasons I am yet to uncover- and Baboi – a maong jacket-wearing lion who seems to suit better in a life of travel rather than rot on a high chair in the jungle. It was like they were there waiting for me all this time, so I picked em up and named 'em. From now on, I will be carrying them wherever I might be traveling and will be capturing places with them as well, my models. It’s frustrating seeing the progression of my weight in my own blog so I figured it would be better if I have somebody else instead.

The idea came from the movie Amelie. I recently relived the adventures of Amelie where I got the genius idea of taking photos of my subjects – Bloo and Baboi (B&B) – at interesting places I find myself. In the movie, Amelie robbed her dad's dwarf statue which had been displayed in their garden. Her dad was confused who would gave a fart robbing such an ugly dwarf (it's not really ugly, LOL). Amelie sent photos of the statue featuring some of the world's most famous places. It took quite a long time for her dad to process that the dwarf wanted him to travel. The dwarf returned safely one day, tucked neatly in a corner of the garden with a smile that Amelie's dad envied. Dad decided to pack up and travel. I had watched the movie thrice – it's funny. Amelie had so much ideas going on. Little did she know, she gave me one.

I find my two new buddies cute, so they are debuting here in our Moalboal trip where the two definitely had fun under the sun.


Living up to their dream - hot hot models!. .Simply fieeerrrceee..



Having a great time playing. Don't they look natural? ..tsk tsk



Stuffed toys reflect on their lives too.





















My TL also raises her own dog - Brennan. The three got together for a souvenir. Looks like they enjoyed more the Moalboal trip....Good thing they are too independent we don't need to look after them all the time. Tsk tsk...



And here comes me---- posing with my pets..hahahha

HOME SWEET HOME ---- Dipolog!!!

PARTY PARTY PARTY ---- it's my niece's 1st Birthday



I went home to Dipolog City a few weeks ago to attend my niece’s first birthday. I took a two-day leave from work before my rest days so I had plenty of time to get lazy back home, only I had too much to do with so little time. The birthday was memorable – what with the blackout just before the dinner began. In a twist, the party became a candle-lit dinner under the stars. The food was great and the lechon tasted so darn good. The blackout made my sister remember the exact day a year ago, when Kindra (that's my niece) was born – there was also a blackout the whole time she was on labor.Life has its amusing ways of making us remember things that would otherwise be just some cobwebs hanging around unnoticed. The party was over in a few hours and just when the visitors were slowly packing up to leave, the lights went back on.

That's one hell of a memorable party...with style...:)

DAKAK---once again!!



Nothing still beats Dakak. I am biased on this but iits always a great feeling everytime I feel the sand and the pristine waters of Dakak - simply peaceful. It's a perfect getaway and for cleansing all the dust I gathered in the city. Photo-ops are my favorite, so here are some of my pics at the beach, the chapel, the trail to the woods and just about anything nice about Dakak. Enjoy.. :)


































METROBANKERS at Dakak and more---SUMMER '07

I can stil remember the summer outing of Metrobank- Dipolog branch at Dakak last year. We had a great time bonding, eating and relaxing not knowing that a few months later I would be submitting my resignation. I miss my colleagues at the branch and I was planning to visit during my short stay at home. I failed however to do so and I vowed to pay them a visit at the branch on my next visit, probably if i can go home again for the fiesta- fingers crossed. :)

I am posting these great pics from last year with my colleagues. The photos are just too great to pass up, so I am posting it. I think Cookie and Melbar on the kayak makes a perfect brochure pic and the cow just looked perfect for a postcard. I couldn't believe I took 'em..LOL.. Hmmm reminiscing mode now. I certainly miss the lunches at the kitchen and the laughters with my family at Metrobank Dipolog. In all seriousness, I sometimes wish I could still be working with them – maybe bring them wherever I’d be working. But hell, I left and that’s one price to pay.

BLACK SUEDE SCANDAL - transcript of a discussion

All sorts of stories have been told of the blue suede scandal or canister scandal or Vicente sotto scandal or whatever they call it. It’s a shame that it was posted on youtube. No videos of that sort shouldve been allowed to be taken. But what’s done is done. Someone’sgotta pay for the humiliation it had caused the guy – no matter what background he’s from,no matter what social status or sexual preference he has. A few weeks ago when the story was all heated up and gossip of the incident had just started circulating, my teammates had discussed thematter faintly during work in our chatroom. As a team, we are gathered in a conference or a chatroom like yahoo or MIRC where we could ask each other for help and for resolutions to issues customers have the we are not familiar yet. Sometimes, the chatoom can get rowdy especially when the topic concerns everyone.Other times, it’s a place where we vent out frustrations when customers are too stupid not to find the power button on their cellphones and then curse you for it. It was one of those times when in some universal spontaneity, the black suede scandal was brought up. The chatroom has this English Only Policy but nobody seems to follow. In fact it’s a trilingual chatroom. People speak in Tagalog to spice up the discussion. It just seems funnier with Tagalog and English spoken by a Cebuano. The stories seem funnier and it keeps us awake.

(Note: The discussion below is of people who have very different backgrounds. Gay, lesbian, straight etc with ages from early twenties to late thirties. I took off the hahahahas and smileys because it would take up the whole space. )


ME: What’s important is that people get to learn something from it. Lesson learned, anyone?

TAMBOK: Lesson #1 :Though shall not pasukays?

ME: Nice one Bem. Hmmmm, Lesson #2: Huwag perfume?

JUN: Dili na mang-callboy…wehehehe

CHET: Pratice safe sex. Always.

JUN: Not perfume? Inhaler na lang.

ME: Hahaha… Inhale – exhale with it Jun?

CHET: Or di bale perfume basta lagyan ng tali para mahila palabas..hahaha

ME: Another lesson, ‘wag magpunta sa Sotto?

BARBIE: What if you don’t have money? You’ll definitely end up in Sotto.

ME: If no money, go back to Lesson #2: Huwag perfume…hahaha