<?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-33959073</id><updated>2011-10-23T06:35:40.689-07:00</updated><category term='Get Your Tagalog-to-Your Country&apos;s Language Dictionary'/><category term='Randomities'/><category term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category term='Pig Out Session'/><category term='We Are Family'/><category term='Euphoria'/><category term='Atrocities'/><category term='Harry Potter'/><category term='Birthday'/><category term='Flabbergasted'/><category term='A Reviewee&apos;s Life'/><category term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category term='The Boob Tube'/><category term='Love is in the Air'/><category term='Quotable Quotes'/><category term='Scholastic Raves'/><category term='JK Rowling'/><category term='Head Over Heels'/><category term='Dead Meat'/><category term='WorldWideWeb Stuff'/><category term='Lebanese'/><category term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category term='My Reel Life'/><category term='The Great Depression'/><category term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><category term='Melodica'/><title type='text'>Oracle Chronicles</title><subtitle type='html'>The Chronicles of an "Average Everyday Sane Psycho Supergoddess" named Oracle.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>206</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8698364819156321547</id><published>2011-10-22T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T11:02:33.333-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotable Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is in the Air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>On the realities of "love" life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...or the reality that &lt;i&gt;I don't have a love life&lt;/i&gt;. HAHAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last &lt;b&gt;October 1, 2011&lt;/b&gt;, I celebrated my&lt;i&gt; 10th year of being single&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, &lt;b&gt;single&lt;/b&gt; -- as in no flings and no serious relationships. In 10 years!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had my first so-called relationship when I was still in Grade 5. And yes, I also believe that it was just "puppy love". Haha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grade 4&lt;/b&gt;. I have a crush on him. And he also has a crush on me. So its &lt;b&gt;M.U.&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;Mutual Understanding&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grade 5&lt;/b&gt;. The exchange of love letters has started. And what's weird is that we don't talk to each other personally; we only talk via the letters. And I laugh so hard whenever I remember that I sometimes transfer at the back of the classroom so that I can sit next to him and hold his hand. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grade 6&lt;/b&gt;. I had another crush that time, so I really didn't give a damn about him. No formalities nor closure, the exchange of letters just stopped. Yes, I admit, that was infantile.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;First Year High School&lt;/b&gt;. Got infatuated with him again. So the exchanging of love letters resumed. But this time, we talk during breaktimes and dismissal (we don't belong in the same section). He's also one of the reasons why I refused to transfer to another school. HAHA stupid decision. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before the school year ended, someone told me (&lt;i&gt;can't really remember who that person is&lt;/i&gt;) that he's been seeing another girl while we're still together. That person even mentioned that it was my ex'es sister who told him/her about it. And he also informed me that he'll be transferring to another school. So, another stupid move done: without formalities nor disclosure, I broke up with him and refused to talk to him again. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;And that concluded my first relationship&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During my second year in high school he called me again, thinking that we're still an item. I talked to him because I want to preserve the friendship, and I think that was a good move because it was then that he discovered that I was in a relationship with someone else already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And at that time, stupid me, I still didn't know that I was the one at fault. Why? Because upon hearing the rumor that he's being unfaithful, I didn't talk to him to confirm the news -- I just made the decision immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Second year in high school = Second Relationship&lt;/b&gt;. My best friend had a big crush on him, and for some unknown, twisted and weird reason her infatuation with him annoyed the hell out of me. Especially when she do stupid things just to get his attention. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day I just felt it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we became an item. And celebrated our first anniversary on September 29, 2001.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But before we reached our first year, I acted really bitchy. We always argue. And what's bad is that even if it is already my fault, at the end it will always be him who'll ask for forgiveness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid me, &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I know now that he's the one that got away&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know why but maybe because I was still too immature that time and because we got really close that I thought of him as my&lt;i&gt; "best friend" &lt;/i&gt;and&lt;b&gt; NOT&lt;/b&gt; my "&lt;i&gt;boyfriend&lt;/i&gt;", I developed feelings for another guy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because I was already unsure of my feelings for him, I broke up with him on October 1, just 2 days after we celebrated our first anniversary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then later on I found out that I still love and care for him when it was already too late.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only good thing about that event, I'd say, is that I didn't keep him hanging on to me while I was preoccupied with someone else, and because of that, he already met the woman who'll be with him (&lt;i&gt;until now&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So with a heavy heart I wish him well. Good for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that concluded my second relationship (&lt;i&gt;and any hope of reconciliation with him&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;********&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;24 years old. 4 years after graduation. And most, if not all of my batchmates are already taken or married.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of them just got engaged. I was previously viewing their pre-nuptial photos and checking out their wedding preparations chronicles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of them just got married. Last month a batchmate of mine got married and she just announced on FB that she's pregnant. Wow! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some of them are currently in a relationship and are happy. Most of them have been together for some years, and I am very happy for them that they were able to sustain the "fire" in the relationship (&lt;i&gt;I even have some friends who have been together for 10 years or more!&lt;/i&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My best friend is going to get married next year, and damn, I am the &lt;b&gt;Wedding Coordinator&lt;/b&gt;. LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So WTH is my point? You probably are asking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my body clock is ticking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I just had the realization that I'm not getting any younger. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And everyone around me is getting married. Or is already going towards that path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And my parents aren't getting younger too. My mom is 69, my dad is 57.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And I am adopted, and since that I'm the only child, I won't have any one to be with me (&lt;i&gt;well, honestly I can't really rely on my relatives because they know that I am adopted, they don't really treat me well. Imagine how worse their "indifference" will become once my parents are gone -- they're still here and I don't belong anymore&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In short, I am panicking. And I seriously think that I'm gonna be a &lt;b&gt;spinster&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Don't get me wrong, I don't think that there's nothing wrong in being a spinster -- I know some women who prefer single hood throughout their lives. And it's their choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;It's just that I think that spinsterhood is not for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;So within that 10 years, WTF happened to my &lt;i&gt;so-called love life&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Fell in and out of love with some, and my feelings were always &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;UNREQUITED&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some showed interest but I wasn't interested in them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;So it's like being at the wrong place and at the wrong time with the wrong person&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Sometimes I think that it's karma. But hell, are those mistakes worthy of a 10-year lovelife drought? Or even spinsterhood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Or maybe I've just gotten &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;ugly&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;damn pimples&lt;/i&gt;) and&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; fat&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;i&gt;damn my waistlin&lt;/i&gt;e). HAHA&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And whenever I remember &lt;b&gt;Bob Ong&lt;/b&gt;'s quote I &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;cringe&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"Hindi lungkot o takot ang mahirap sa pag-iisa kundi ang pagtanggap na sa bilyon-bilyong tao sa mundo, wala man lang nakipaglaban upang makasama ka."&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Ouch. Oo nga naman.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Imagine, sa dinami-dami ng tao sa mundo, wala man lang ni isang nag-offer ng puso nya para mapa-sa 'yo lang???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Most, if not all the time, I ask myself, &lt;i&gt;"is there anything wrong/what is wrong with me???"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; "&gt;Or maybe I should just blame it on the &lt;i&gt;"surge"&lt;/i&gt; of gayness that has affected 7 out of 10 straight men? Please don't take offense on this one, I have soooo many gay friends and I love 'em! But really, the number of &lt;b&gt;STRAIGHT&lt;/b&gt; men has plummeted over the years (&lt;i&gt;just stating a fact&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My close friends (&lt;i&gt;and even my mom&lt;/i&gt;), whenever I complain about this, always give me that emotional band-aid line &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Don't worry, someone's meant for you and perhaps its not yet time, yaddah yaddah yaddah"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. But then, how can you explain spinsters (&lt;i&gt;who are not spinsters by choice&lt;/i&gt;) right? Ah, they eventually got tired of my rebuffs on this line. Too bad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;And then I LOLed after reading this line from Bob Ong again (&lt;i&gt;intelligent guy&lt;/i&gt;):&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: arial; font-size: 14px; line-height: 22px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); "&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Kung maghihintay ka nang ng lalandi sayo, walang mangyayari sa buhay mo. Dapat lumandi ka din.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;/b&gt;. But then, that's not my personality.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;I'm the type of girl who runs out of topics to talk about or forgets what she's about to say whenever she's with the guy that she likes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;Ow crap, is that considered "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;boring&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"?! LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;Or maybe I am just too "old fashioned". Because I really want the guy to go to such great lengths to obtain my "yes". But then, too bad, in this very modern age, some guys just court girls through text. One of my professors said that &lt;i&gt;most, if not all&lt;/i&gt;, men nowadays don't even bother to climb the apple tree just to get the ripest and the best that were on top -- they're already contented with the mediocre ones that fall from the tree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;Too bad that guys that I liked don't feel the same way about me. And too bad that some of them are gay &lt;i&gt;pala&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;Yes, yes, I am in panic mode. I think I am on the way to spinsterhood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;And I am being emo about this. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;All that coming from a person who's not inlove with anyone right now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;Imagine my devastation and grief if I'm in love right now with someone who I know don't or won't feel the same way about me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; "&gt;Oh well, papel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/33959073-8698364819156321547?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8698364819156321547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8698364819156321547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8698364819156321547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8698364819156321547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/10/on-realities-of-love-life.html' title='On the realities of &quot;love&quot; life'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2468736563529753753</id><published>2011-10-22T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T09:40:26.386-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotable Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atrocities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorldWideWeb Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>News and comments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Long time, no blogging!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think I need to blog again regularly, I'd say microblogging has killed my vocabulary and deteriorated my subject-verb agreement knowledge. Lech.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh well, I'm pretty busy, so I really need to find time to blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Too busy that I don't have time to watch the news on TV anymore.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So to keep up and get informed, whenever I log out of my Yahoo mail, I check out the news at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Yahoo Philippines&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Great, I get to know the latest from the site. But as much as possible, I try to avoid the "comments" section.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gawd, those people put the stupidest comments on earth!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; What a shame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was just reading news about a UST Medical Student who died in Cebu city because his parachute failed to open while he's skydiving, and my curiosity was piqued. I checked out the comments of people to see their reactions and, sad to say, the internet is indeed swarmed by imbeciles who are either just plain stupid, really effin' bored because they don't have lives, or just major asses (&lt;i&gt;or all of the aforementioned&lt;/i&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's just sad that these people, instead of just expressing condolences to the family of the deceased, their moronic minds instructed them to post very insensitive comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Same with the news that Yue Yue, the 2 year old kid from China that passed away because she was hit by 2 vehicles, people also posted rude comments about the Chinese people. I mean, come on, don't come clean, even in the Philippines there are people who don't help others, ask any &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;"hold-up"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; victim who was robbed in broad daylight (especially in Manila). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As said, "don't open your mouth and say anything, because people might fortify their suspicions that you are stupid". Argh, I forgot the exact words, but that's the jist of the adage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Condolence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2468736563529753753?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2468736563529753753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2468736563529753753' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2468736563529753753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2468736563529753753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/10/news-and-comments.html' title='News and comments'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2249457119108370795</id><published>2011-06-25T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T05:03:00.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorldWideWeb Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>Just on FB</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And so, I was not able to resist the temptation...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I added her on FB!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/yehey.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;*squeal*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2249457119108370795?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2249457119108370795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2249457119108370795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2249457119108370795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2249457119108370795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/06/just-on-fb.html' title='Just on FB'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-5848079232169686673</id><published>2011-06-25T00:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T05:04:24.436-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><title type='text'>If not for Him, I'd probably be dead</title><content type='html'>June 24, 2011 - Friday&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I arrived home at around 6 PM. My boss (the CFO) told us to go home early because the monsoon was getting worse. I was already sleepy by this time, and I think the accumulated tiredness from work has started to kick in. After eating dinner at around 8PM, without even bothering to comb my hair nor change into my pajamas, I slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I didn't even notice that both my iPod and cellphone was on my back when I slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I didn't bother to turn the electric fan on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know about the time but while I was asleep, I can hear something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yung parang may nagwe-welding lang sa loob ng bahay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound of electricity.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I was too tired to even care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I slept.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At around 9AM, I was awaken because my stomach's complaining already.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I noticed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The plug inside my room was emitting sparks or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because there was a leak on the ceiling, and all the water was dripping down straight to that plug.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And boy, I was freaked out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then I thought, I was still lucky to be alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While asleep I was already hearing that, but then nothing happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank God. He loves me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatoracle.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3430"&gt;&lt;img border="0" class="alignmiddleb" src="http://multiply.com/mu/thegreatoracle/image/jbSwEjJiR1xLMZXHVhUrJQ/photos/1M/300x300/3430/FDC288.jpg?et=bk%2B%2CKc4tV0VdmHa5zkX0XQ&amp;amp;nmid=0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-5848079232169686673?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5848079232169686673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=5848079232169686673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5848079232169686673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5848079232169686673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/06/if-not-for-him-i-probably-be-dead.html' title='If not for Him, I&amp;#39;d probably be dead'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3554398565501311891</id><published>2011-06-24T21:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-25T05:04:57.860-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atrocities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>Good Lord, my first cut-off</title><content type='html'>Good Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God help me in the coming days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This coming weekend, July 2-3, will be my first cut-off/month-end at Philips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will be facing it ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone, literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the person who's doing the work turnover has left the company already, and I was left with inadequate knowledge of my own job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, this will be a challenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting ready for a week without a good night sleep.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3554398565501311891?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3554398565501311891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3554398565501311891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3554398565501311891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3554398565501311891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/06/good-lord-my-first-cut-off.html' title='Good Lord, my first cut-off'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6198755082071661120</id><published>2011-06-17T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-17T22:33:10.554-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>I miss blogging!</title><content type='html'>Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been waaaay too busy to even comb my hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will blog later, tomorrow and today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God for the holiday! Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6198755082071661120?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6198755082071661120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6198755082071661120' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6198755082071661120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6198755082071661120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/06/i-miss-blogging.html' title='I miss blogging!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8104658435408675907</id><published>2011-05-27T06:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T06:40:00.055-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lebanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is in the Air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Your Tagalog-to-Your Country&apos;s Language Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>April 27 - May 27</title><content type='html'>It's been a month. A&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; FREAKIN'&lt;/span&gt; month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one is related to my previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About me &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"liking"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; this certail woman in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, don't get me wrong, I am straight, but hell, I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY MUCH ATTRACTED&lt;/span&gt; to this woman!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I will clear things up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, when I joined my new job, I thought that my boss was "Boss L".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later on I discovered that my real boss was really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Boss J"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was introduced to her, well, she didn't pay attention to me. And whenever she talks to someone who's with me or even sitting beside me well she'll act as if I don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a bitch, right?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, here's the rundown. She's really my boss, and she was supposed to interview me. However, she was absent when I had my second interview (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that's why only Boss L was able to do an interview with me&lt;/span&gt;) and she was surprised when I was not scheduled for an interview with her anymore; my application was immediately escalated to her boss, the CFO/controller of the company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's also this "tradition" that she doesn't like the people that the CFO/controller likes and the people that she hasn't been able to interview. Hmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn't interview me. And I haven't any idea if the CFO/controller actually liked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ergo, she doesn't like me at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the reason why she's not acknowledging my presence at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there, I was like, "hala, bakit sya ang boss ko, mukhang masungit". And I didn't like her too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yon, normal lang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, my curiosity was piqued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I found her very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, at the same time, I am also afraid (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ERRATUM: VERY, VERY, VERY AFRAID&lt;/span&gt;) of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there's this Saturday morning when I went to work so early. I just got out of the restroom and I saw her walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's when I felt that insistent beating. Oh my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I was like,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "Is my heart beating this way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (soooo fast)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; because I'm scared of her or because I was attracted to her?!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first, of course, I was in denial and I dismissed these feelings as "fear".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can't take my eyes off her (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I have no idea if she can observe me; I mean, she's a woman afterall, and women like me have good instincts, right?!&lt;/span&gt;) -- and too bad she caught me for so many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but bring her up in conversations (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I tell my teammates that I am very afraid of her&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And because of their good feedback my feelings just got worse, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing to blame is that blasted summer outing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were team-building activities and we're on the same team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we have to practice that "cheering" thingy together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we had to eat together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now she's somewhat talking to me already because she's teaching me lots of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now here's the ground-breaking event.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a problem with a big account, and we have to recreate the 7 customers and separate them, blah blah, and create 15.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She already taught me the process but then, of course I'm still new to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this situation happened to me with another boss, that other boss would've probably told me "I have already taught you how to create new customers' accounts, right?! Do these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, she's different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She did those 15 customers for the whole day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't do things that would make me fall for you. Dammit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8104658435408675907?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8104658435408675907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8104658435408675907' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8104658435408675907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8104658435408675907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/05/april-27-may-27.html' title='April 27 - May 27'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7028658479931636742</id><published>2011-05-01T05:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T05:50:17.279-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lebanese'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atrocities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>Confused?!</title><content type='html'>Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From day one I knew that I was born "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;an outlier&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew that my "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;oddity&lt;/span&gt;" will reach such great heights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've always liked boys. LOL what a statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I mean is, whenever I get infatuated, it is with a guy, definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now, I am not really sure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I still am attracted to guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I WILL EVER BE ATTRACTED TO A GIRL&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;o0o_o0o_o0o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;There's this girl --&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; no, lemme correct myself&lt;/span&gt; -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;woman&lt;/span&gt; in the office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who happens to be one of my bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why but she "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;intrigues&lt;/span&gt;" me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my, my...my curiosity was piqued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it doesn't help that she doesn't talk to me. Ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just new in the company and even if she is one of my bosses, she never paid attention to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's quite bossy, and sometimes whenever she talks to someone sitting (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or standing&lt;/span&gt;) beside me, she acts as if I don't exist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'm just feeling the urge to prove my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"worth"&lt;/span&gt; to her. Maybe, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a few days after I don't know why but my heart beats really, really, really &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in an exaggerated, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm-so-in-love-with-you&lt;/span&gt; way&lt;/span&gt;) fast. Damn, that sounded soooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;cliche&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I dismissed it and thought that maybe I was scared of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, yes, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I AM SCARED&lt;/span&gt; of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then, there's something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, I am confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I don't want to entertain these feelings, I still want to have a relationship with a man and have a family eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just a phase. And hopefully, soon I will wake up from this haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/lebanese-Glee.jpg" border="0" alt="Lebanese"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7028658479931636742?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7028658479931636742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7028658479931636742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7028658479931636742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7028658479931636742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/05/confused.html' title='Confused?!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-5692845534368943554</id><published>2011-04-06T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T06:36:01.829-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wardrobe Problem</title><content type='html'> I've worked for Nestle for 2 years and 6 months.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The office is very laidback, especially the dress code.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's been almost 2 years since they implemented the "smart casual" dress code in the office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And before that, in my previous job, the dress code is casual too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But now, in my new job, the dress code is "office attire". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn, I am doomed. I have to buy lots of office wear!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've tried buying office clothes from tiangges like Greenhills and St.Francis Square. Yep, cheap as hell but damn the quality was crap; after washing it for 3-4 times the colors faded and the fabric started breakin' up. Even the cheap shoes give me very painful blisters.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course the logical way to solve this problem is to buy new ones, eh?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know, I know, but now I am on a tight budget!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pay for almost 1 and a half month's been on hold, and I'll be able to get my salary from my new company in April 30 because I'll start on April 11, and the pay was every 15th and 30th.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn, I'm gonna die.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Any ideas? Where can I buy high-quality affordable office attires?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-5692845534368943554?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5692845534368943554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=5692845534368943554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5692845534368943554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5692845534368943554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/wardrobe-problem.html' title='Wardrobe Problem'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8929540467726091647</id><published>2011-04-06T02:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T06:09:12.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last 2 days...</title><content type='html'> &lt;br&gt;Happy because I'm about to leave this hellhole workplace that we call NBS.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then, I'm kinda sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sad to leave my wonderful team and sad to leave the wonderful people.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How I wish I can take them with me....&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8929540467726091647?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8929540467726091647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8929540467726091647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8929540467726091647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8929540467726091647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/last-2-days.html' title='Last 2 days...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-897641696602102485</id><published>2011-04-05T02:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T06:15:41.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Annoying and so unprofessional!</title><content type='html'> Don't you just hate it when you're working alongside someone who is sooo unprofessional?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gawd. I hate it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I handle the biggest account for Australia market and I have a partner.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's handling the small, sub-accounts and some sub-categories and I handle the major ones.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She's a fresh graduate last year. So okay, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll cut you some slack&lt;/span&gt;. I'd be somehow lenient with the mistakes and re-consider negligence and/or forgotten tasks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, it's been ages since she's learned the ways of handling our accounts. And I expected she knew better.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I was quite lax with her because I think she's doing her tasks well. She's a cum laude, anyway, I know she's matured enough to handle her responsibilities.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And now that I am about to leave the company and is about to leave the account that I've worked so hard to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"clean"&lt;/span&gt;, I am now observing if she is "ready' to handle my responsibilities. And now I'm seeing that she's clearly not.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;First, she only does the tasks that she likes. And if she saw that the issue is quite hard for her to resolve, she'll leave it there so that I'll be the one to sort it out. Why not challenge yourself to resolve it? I won't mind you asking me some questions.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Second, lately, she's been inlove. And she did nothing but text, look at her phone, surf the net (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;via her phone too&lt;/span&gt;), and talk to her peers via Communicator. One time we had a meeting the whole day. And after the meeting she didn't even bother working on her tasks; she and her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so-called&lt;/span&gt; friends wasted 30 mins eating and talking in the pantry. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And even my other teammates have noticed it too. Even my former and new supervisor.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gawd I was disgruntled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And there are several times that I've covered up for her mistakes, knowing that if she will be reprimanded for her mistakes, I will also be blamed. Good thing I was able to do something about the situation and was able to turn the tables against the complainants, else she has already gotten herself in hot water. And there are also several times that she's the culprit but I was the one that got reprimanded.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today is my 4th-to-the-last day in NBS, and I was expecting that she'll be more responsible and more eager to finish her tasks. Boy, I was wrong. She kept on texting and sending PMs to her friends and she even browsed the net for quite some time. And when I was about to tell her that we should render overtime, she said that she'll be attending the wedding of her kin, so I'm like, "okay, go". &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And guess what I saw on Facebook. She went out with her office friends after office. Gawd. So annoying!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't get me wrong, what she does on her free time is none of my fuckin' business; but please, be responsible enough to make sure you've finished your tasks before going out on a weekday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good thing I won't work with her anymore. I can still keep my wits intact.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Rawr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-897641696602102485?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/897641696602102485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=897641696602102485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/897641696602102485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/897641696602102485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/annoying-and-so-unprofessional.html' title='Annoying and so unprofessional!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2001852211390786370</id><published>2011-04-04T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-04T07:19:24.895-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><title type='text'>The Leaky Cauldron's report: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 2 Spoiler!</title><content type='html'>Here's Leaky Cauldron's report!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="alt1"&gt;      &lt;span class="alt1" style="display: block;"&gt;Here is a preliminary bullet-point list of the main points from the screening:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The movie clocked at almost exactly two hours, without end  credits. The screening was an open secret on Twitter so a lot of fans  attended (most seemed to be aware the "unannounced" screening was of  Deathly Hallows, as there were leaked photos of the line outside the  theater.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The film was very much a work-in-progress, with less than half of  the visual effects finished.  A good portion of the film was in green  screen or a form of CGI renders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Unfinished shots of the film were marked with placeholders or title cards, such as "Sweeping wide shot of castle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * After a quick reprisal of the final seconds of Part One, the film  opens with now Headmaster Snape looking out from a tower at the  regimented Hogwarts students, as they march in Third Reich-ean lockstep  across the courtyard of his Dementor-guarded castle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * We begin with Harry at Shell Cottage as he talks to both Griphook and Ollivander, as in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The film moves quickly from Shell Cottage to Gringotts Bank, where  Helena Bonham Carter (Bellatrix) manners herself off of Hermione, who  has taken polyjuice potion.  There is a funny moment where Bellatrix  (who is really Hermione) wobbles as she walks in Bellatrix's high heels  around the bank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The scene inside Bellatrix's vault occurs as it was in the book,  with the objects in the vault multiplying and overtaking the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * There was very nice design work on the Gringotts dragon, which is  old and rickety and shows serious signs of abuse and neglect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The connection between Harry and Voldemort is used quite often in  this film, especially in the hunt for the horcruxes. Harry uses his  insight into Voldemort's mind to identify most of the remaining  horcruxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * When Voldemort learns of the bank heist, he goes on an enraged  killing spree of several Death Eaters and Goblins-- including Griphook.   Only the Malfoys are left alive, and the sword of Gryffindor is shown  vanishing from Griphook's dead hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The trio apparates to Hogsmeade and saved by Aberforth, who looks  considerably like Gambon's Dumbledore.  We see Ariana in the portrait  above the fire place, and the other half of the Sirius' mirror set on  the wall next to her.  Ciaran Hinds is excellent in his brief role.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Harry confronts Snape in the Great Hall, while the headmaster is  addressing the Hogwarts students.  McGonagall and Snape duel (one of  several fantastic moments in the film for Dame Maggie Smith), and Snape  escapes via a cloud of black smoke through the window... without the  bat-shaped hole, sadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *  The beginning of the battle--with McGonagall and the Professors  conjuring a protective forcefield around the castle--is as epic and  stirring as we could have imagined, even with CGI elements missing.   McGonagall summons the Knights of Hogwarts, who jump down from the walls  of the Great Hall and lineup to stand guard at the entrances of  Hogwarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * There is a lengthy scene between Harry and the Grey Lady (very  nicely played by Kelly Macdonald), as he tries to convince the Ravenclaw  ghost to reveal the location of the lost diadem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * We follow Ron and Hermione into the Chamber of Secrets as they use  the basilisk fang to destroy the Hufflepuff cup, after which they  finally kiss.  The theater cheered quite loudly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *  Blaise Zabini takes Vincent Crabbe's place in the Room of  Requirement sequence, and Goyle is the one who perishes via the  Fiendfyre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The trio witness Snape's death in a boathouse at the edge of the  Hogwarts lake.  Voldemort uses Sectumsempra to slash Snape's throat,  after which Nagini repeatedly attacks and bites Snape.  We don't  directly the snake attack directly, but via the Trio's point of view  outside the boathouse window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The Trio return to the Great Hall, where they see the bodies of  Fred, Lupin, and Tonks.  (Their deaths are not shown in the film.)  Ron  breaks down and sobs over Fred's body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    *   The Prince's Tale:  Harry views Snape's memories in Dumbledore's  office, and this sequence was nothing short of spectacular.  We see  Snape and Lily meeting as children, their sorting at Hogwarts, Snape and  Dumbledore's fateful conversations about Harry, and--most  hearbreakingly---Snape discovering Lily and James' bodies at Godric's  Hollow.  Alan Rickman gives his best performance yet in the series, and  possibly the best in the film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The final showdown between Harry and Voldemort is much extended  from the book, as Voldemort chases Harry throughout several different  parts of the Hogwarts castle.  At one moment, Harry throws them both off  a high tower, and their duel reaches its climax in the castle  courtyard.  The death of Nagini is held until the last possible moment,  and Voldemort disintegrates into nothingness as Harry's wand overtakes  his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * The epilogue is included, but only Harry looks noticeably aged  while Ron and Hermione look hardly a day older than the rest of the  film.  But it ends the series on a satisfying, emotional note,  ultimately closing on a shot of the smiling, content Trio as they watch  their children depart on the Hogwarts Express. &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/33959073-2001852211390786370?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2001852211390786370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2001852211390786370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2001852211390786370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2001852211390786370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/04/leaky-cauldrons-report-harry-potter-and.html' title='The Leaky Cauldron&apos;s report: Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows 2 Spoiler!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1884475459622972736</id><published>2011-03-30T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-30T06:22:45.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If "balls" can be bought, I will give it to him as an early Christmas gift</title><content type='html'> &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sa lahat ng nakakairita eh yung mga taong walang isang salita...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As early as February 2011, the Australia - Retail Team has already decided that we will have our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"reunion"&lt;/span&gt; this April 2-3, 2011. As agreed, it will be overnight swimming. It is supposed to be a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;welcome party&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rhiza&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; farewell party&lt;/span&gt; for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe &amp; Me&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;reunion&lt;/span&gt; because the resigned team members &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(JenSe, Jes &lt;/span&gt;and also&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; James&lt;/span&gt;) will be included.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Planning stage. 100% attendance. So the planning &amp; budgeting has gone smoothly. To cut up on cost, we decided to use our own cars (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phoebe's &amp; my car&lt;/span&gt;) and to drive our own (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tita Arlene will drive Phoebe's, and Wally will drive my car&lt;/span&gt;). So it's settled.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Early March&lt;/span&gt;. Ann expressed that she will not be able to come with us, so budget was slashed. She has to attend to some personal matters in Mindoro.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Last Tuesday&lt;/span&gt;. Jenny also expressed that she can't come, stating that a kin of her husband has died. Knowing her, I have no qualms that this might just be &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"another one of her reasons"&lt;/span&gt; but we really can't force anyone to come,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; eh&lt;/span&gt;? So budget slashed -- again. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;. 2 friggin' days before the outing. Wally expressed that he will not be able to come.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the fucking hell is wrong with you, dude?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The history&lt;/span&gt;. At the planning stage, he wasn't really taking things seriously because he thinks that the outing that we're planning will not really push through. To spite us (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;joking&lt;/span&gt;), he said "yes" to every request (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;namely coming with us and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;DRIVING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; for us&lt;/span&gt;). We even changed the schedule of our outing because he said that he might have some &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"affairs"&lt;/span&gt; on some weekends so we went with the safest weekend --&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; April 2-3&lt;/span&gt;. So everything was fine. Then we noticed that he kept on contradicting every plan that we have. Napaka-NEGA. So we just ignored him but we somehow got the idea that he doesn't really want to come with us. Then last Tuesday, when Jenny expressed that she won't come with us, he was just blissful and he was smiling all day, saying&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "may 3 days pa, pwede pang umurong"&lt;/span&gt; and he was just super duper friggin' annoying. Then today, he IM'ed me...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Soc, hindi ako sasama. Mag-hire ka nalang ng driver&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;Ha? Sira ka ba, 2 days nalang kaya bago yung outing.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Eh kasi birthday celebration nga ng utol ko yun eh&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: Eh sira ka pala eh. Nauna ka nang nag-commit samin eh. Saka nagpalit pa kami ng date ng outing para ma-accomodate ka tas ngayon sasabihin mo birthday celebration ng utol mo, pwede bang birthday celeb ng utol mo tas ganito ka-late mo lang malalaman?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him: &lt;/span&gt;Eh kasi naman hinihiling ng madlang people na sumama ako&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Alam mo kung ayaw mo sumama sana noon ka pa humindi, hindi ka naman namin pipiliting sumama eh. Hindi yung sasabihin mong sasama ka tas bigla kang magba-back out&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Him:&lt;/span&gt; Eh magkano ba ang bayad sa driver? Buo yung bayad ko hindi ko tatanggalin yun tas magdadagdag nalang ako ng 500.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Alam mo hindi naman yung pera or budget yung issue dito eh, ang issue dito, nagbigay ka ng salita na sasama ka, kampante na kami sa set up tas sabay 2 days before bigla kang baback-out. Huwag ka nalang sumama kung ayaw mo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I refused to reply nor even check out his following instant messages.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas biglang after 30 minutes mag-a-IM na sasama nalang raw.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gawd, he's annoying as hell!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First thing&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; lalaki ka&lt;/span&gt;. Dapat lahat ng sinasabi mo careful ka kasi may tinatawag nga tayong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"usapang lalake"&lt;/span&gt; di ba. Tas nung planning stage nagloloko-loko ka, kesyo sasama ka anytime, anywhere, iniba pa namin yung schedule para lang ma-accomodate ka. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pumayag ka dahil hiling ng madlang peopl&lt;/span&gt;e. Lalaki ka, wala ka bang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"balls"&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;backbone&lt;/span&gt;?! Pwede ka namang humindi! At hindi ka rin namin pipilitin kung ayaw mo. Eh di sana maaga pa lang sinabi mo nang hindi ka kasama, hindi yung mambibigla ka kung kelan ayos na lahat, hindi ka nahihiya sa mga nagplano?&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Third&lt;/span&gt;, the budget. Yun na nga kulang sa budget tas gaganun ka pa. Tas babayaran mo pa ng 500 yung danyos mo. Eh kulang pa yun pambayad ng driver eh kung tutuusin. Fourth, andami mong sinabi kay Donna. Kesyo boring at walang inuman. Eh di mag-bar ka nalang kung yun lang ang kaligayan mo, sana sinabi mo na nung una pa. Kairita talaga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was not able to contain myself and I really lashed out at him. Haha&lt;br&gt;Maldita na kung maldita....tas bigla mong babawiin.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa lahat ng mahirap, yung pipiliting isama yung ayaw namang sumama. Huwag ka nalang sumama. Nakakawalang-gana mag-outing ng may kasamang alam mong napilitan lang naman. Saka ikaw pa naman ang magmamaneho ng kotse ko, baka dahil hindi mo trip eh ibangga mo pa yung kotse ko. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Epal&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1884475459622972736?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1884475459622972736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1884475459622972736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1884475459622972736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1884475459622972736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-can-be-bought-i-will-give-it-to-him.html' title='If &amp;quot;balls&amp;quot; can be bought, I will give it to him as an early Christmas gift'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7612681945271362654</id><published>2011-03-29T07:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T06:16:31.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Reel Life'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II Poster</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bittersweet ♥&lt;br /&gt;Too precious, I can't stop myself from making it my Desktop Wallpaper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 416px;height: 311px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/Untitled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Spell E-P-I-C!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too epic&lt;/span&gt; that the poster doesn't have the title but you know the movie franchise!&lt;br /&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/33959073-7612681945271362654?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7612681945271362654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7612681945271362654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7612681945271362654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7612681945271362654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/bittersweet-too-precious-i-cant-stop.html' title='Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Part II Poster'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2437293312730552208</id><published>2011-03-26T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T07:40:38.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholastic Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>Hello Manila! We meet again!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 24, 2011, Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My so-called "lakad-papeles" day. ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up at around 7 AM. Left the house at 8:30 AM (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tagal ha..&lt;/span&gt;.). Decided to wear something &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"gusgusin&lt;/span&gt;" so that I won't attract &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;unwanted attention&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;unwanted attention&lt;/span&gt; means catching the eyes of scrupulous people like hold-up-pers, pick-pockets, and pervert&lt;/span&gt;s). Haha you know how rich Manila is of such aforementioned &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;treasures&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course, dripping with sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;) LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8:30 AM.&lt;/span&gt; Rode the FX from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Deparo to Blumentritt&lt;/span&gt;.  I used to take this route when I was still in college, and if memory  serves me right, the fare back then was just PhP35. When the driver  asked for my fare I gave him PhP50 and there's no change. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Damn!&lt;/span&gt; And the traffic jam was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WORSE&lt;/span&gt;! I arrived at Blumentritt at around 10:00 AM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;. The jeepney ride from Blumentritt to Morayta. Almost, if not all, of the passengers are UST students. Damn, I felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; old. And they kept on looking at me in a weird fashion, maybe because I'm &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;gusgusin&lt;/span&gt; they thought I am a hold-up-per or something. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10:30 AM&lt;/span&gt;. Finally arrived at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRC&lt;/span&gt;. Good thing the line was not that long, maybe there are only 10 people in the PRC ID Renewal queue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had a few laughs featuring the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;ubiquitous paste&lt;/span&gt;. Hihi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we can't blame people, right? Whenever we go to PRC, we remember to bring our pictures with name tags (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ala mugshots&lt;/span&gt;), application forms, black ball pens, or even a Mongol #2 pencil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ALWAYS FORGET&lt;/span&gt; to bring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;font-style: italic;"&gt;glue/paste&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours Truly = Guilty&lt;/span&gt;. My first solution was to find some other person who's currently using his/her glue and I will muster all the courage and&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt; kapal-ng-mukha&lt;/span&gt; that I have and will ask him/her if I can use his/her glue/paste. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/ksick.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looked around for quite sometime but I was not successful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So rather than waste more time, I decided to go to that small&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; tindahan&lt;/span&gt; inside PRC and bought a small tube of paste for&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; 3 friggin' pesos&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the first encounter came. I've just finished pasting my picture on the application form when...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah miss, pwedeng makahingi ng paste?&lt;/span&gt; *medyo may angas factor at parang nagmamadali so medyo na-imbyerna mode naman ako*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*almost said in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vice Ganda&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;mode&lt;/span&gt;  "Ay Ate 3 pesos lang ito pwedeng bumili kesa manghingi" but thought  better of it; 3 pesos na lang ipagdadamot ko pa sa kapwa ko and the pair  looked like newbies* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah sige&lt;/span&gt; *hands them the paste*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Girl: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another encounter at the queue...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Miss, paano mo nadikit yan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;referring to my photo that was already pasted on my PRC ID Renewal form&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dumbfounded with the question, and almost answered &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;i&lt;/span&gt;n&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Vice Ganda &lt;/span&gt;Mode&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Ay Kuya, malamang dinikit ko using glue/paste! Alangan namang dinilaan ko"&lt;/span&gt; but thought better of it* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah...pi-naste ko&lt;/span&gt; *much better*&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kconfused.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; *scrambles to find/buy paste*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*perhaps an angel started nigging at my conscience* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ay eto, may paste ako&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Guy:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*takes my paste*&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sayang. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Wasn't able to check out the guy if he's cute or not &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;landi factor&lt;/span&gt;). Ewan ko ba, I have this habit of not looking at people in the eye (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;specifically strangers&lt;/span&gt;) whenever I talk to them. Perhaps I'm afraid I'd be confounded (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as per JK Rowling's terms&lt;/span&gt;) or hypnotized. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Modus Operandi.&lt;/span&gt; Hihi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow felt better about myself because I was able to tame my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;sungit factor&lt;/span&gt;. Hoho. Improving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But damn, my sungit factor resurfaced when I saw the amount that I was going to pay: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;600 PhP plus 30 PhP surcharge&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; TAE&lt;/span&gt;, 3 months pa lang expired ang lisensya ko pero ganito na kamahal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh  well, no use in complaining and ranting and spouting out expletives;  the amount that I have to pay won't change. So there, goodby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;630.00&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(ngayon pang on-hold ang sweldo ko't tag-hirap ako&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kshock.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprise!  PRC Cardholders already have the option to have their cards delivered  to their homes! Para hindi na kailangang mag-leave at mamasahe papuntang  PRC! 80Php for Metro Manila is reasonable, as compared to the 100+  pesos that I will spend if I will go back to PRC again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walked from PRC to UST España. Spell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Exercise&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11:00 AM&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;♥ UST&lt;/span&gt; ♥  &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/klove.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; young&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;due to endless reminiscing&lt;/span&gt;) and at the same time felt &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;soooo&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;old&lt;/span&gt; too (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because they're all students and I'm an alumna already&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May comical moment pa si Kuya Guard sa Espanya:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Guard:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah Ma'am, saan po kayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay Kuya kukuha po ako ng Certified Transcript of Records ko&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Guard: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah alumni po kayo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vice Ganda &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mode&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;: Ay hindi ako alumna kuya, naligaw lang ako ng university na hihingian&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Ah, opo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kuya Guard: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sige po&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what happened but I was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; soooo &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vice Ganda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; that day. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So  yon. Went straight to the Registrar's Office inside Main Building  because it's almost lunchtime, and I don't want to wait until 1PM  because I'd still have to go to the NBI Clearance Renewal center. Paid  65.00 for it, and the guy in the Registrar's Office told me to claim it  immediately the next day, else they're just going to throw it away and I  have to repeat the process all over again and I have to pay 65.00  again. Wooh. Another half-day leave. Looked around for some UST goodies  but the sun is scorching and I'm lethargic that day already. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 312px;height: 415px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/DSC06118.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The UST Main Building Corridor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST - LRT - MRT - Park Square One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After lunch, went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Park Square One&lt;/span&gt; for the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBI Clearance Renewal&lt;/span&gt;. I was actually bracing myself for the long lines and when I went there, there was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;none&lt;/span&gt;. And the process didn't even take 5 minutes, I swear! Paid PhP115.00, then someone took my picture (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which looked really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hideous&lt;/span&gt;, WTH NBI Clerance pictures just suck bigtime&lt;/span&gt;), and then the same printed my NBI Clearance and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;voila!&lt;/span&gt; finished. Ow and the right thumbark thingy was fast too. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God I was able to accomplish all of these in just one day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 25, 2011, Friday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Half-day leave. Medyo nasita pa ko ng new boss&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;ko&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;dahil panay na raw ang absent ko, hindi na raw talaga mapigilan. Hehe. Went to UST to claim it. At nakakatawa ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Certified TOR&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A  requirement for claiming the Certified TOR is to bring a photocopy of  your Original Transcript of Records. So of course, I submitted one. And  to my surprise, the Certified TOR is actually the same, photocopied TOR  that I've submitted to them plus a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;dry seal&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;signature of the Registrar&lt;/span&gt;. Boohoo. Tas papabalikin ka pa the next day, akala ko naman magge-generate pa ng bagong document. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Talaga bang kailangang 1 business day ang paglalagay ng dry seal at pagtatak ng pirma sa photocopy ng TOR?! &lt;/span&gt;Sayang ang pamasahe kooooo! &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kmad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To  take the steam off, I decided to look around in search of UST goodies.  Others are way too pricey. Some are cheap but the quality is craptastic.  And I only found one worthy of buying: the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; UST lanyard&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for 120 PhP&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 311px;height: 411px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/DSC06128.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go USTe! &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kinlove.gif" /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my first lanyard. LOSER much?!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally,  almost finished with my pre-employment requirements. The only thing  I'll have to worry about, aside from my budget, is my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BIR Form 1905&lt;/span&gt; that has to be sealed by Bulacan RDO 025.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good Riddance! &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kbye.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2437293312730552208?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2437293312730552208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2437293312730552208' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2437293312730552208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2437293312730552208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/hello-manila-we-meet-again.html' title='Hello Manila! We meet again!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/th_ksick.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8910102925375587938</id><published>2011-03-26T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T07:49:18.357-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>Shameless Plugging: Nestle Products</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 292px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/DSC06123.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The new Nestle Kimy Krazy Banana!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ang Ice Cream na nababalatan: Mukhang banana, pero lasang grapes yung balat at vanilla yung nasa loob. Hehe&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;apologies for the poor angle, poor camera quality and poor photography&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 390px; height: 291px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/KitKatMint.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nestle KitKat mint&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Also available&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KitKat Orange&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KitKat Green Tea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same delightful taste, more kick because of the mint, but lesser calories!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8910102925375587938?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8910102925375587938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8910102925375587938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8910102925375587938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8910102925375587938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/shameless-plugging-nestle-products.html' title='Shameless Plugging: Nestle Products'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3582095782546960997</id><published>2011-03-26T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T06:24:37.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ang hirap ng walang peraaaa...</title><content type='html'> Tae. Kasi naman from March 21 to April 8 pa ko eh, bakit na-hold agad ang sweldo ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gawd. Paano ako su-survive sa Makati sa 2K na budget  &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/girlsmilies/gcry.gif"&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3582095782546960997?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3582095782546960997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3582095782546960997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3582095782546960997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3582095782546960997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/ang-hirap-ng-walang-peraaaa.html' title='Ang hirap ng walang peraaaa...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/girlsmilies/th_gcry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7653792066287923968</id><published>2011-03-23T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:54:40.337-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='JK Rowling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Harry Potter'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>Harry Potter Film Wizardry</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presenting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 277px; height: 207px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/TheHappyTard.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Happy Tard ♥&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7653792066287923968?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7653792066287923968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7653792066287923968' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7653792066287923968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7653792066287923968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/harry-potter-film-wizardry.html' title='Harry Potter Film Wizardry'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8220428048892083722</id><published>2011-03-23T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:55:59.957-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pig Out Session'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>It's Friday, I am DRUNK</title><content type='html'>*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;singing to the tune of the infamous song&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; IT'S FRIDAY, I AM [&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;] DRUNK!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past 2 Friday nights I haven't been home and was punched drunk. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 11, 2011, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day I filed my resignation letter. Me and my good friends &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Lyn, Marriane and Mel&lt;/span&gt; decided to have a few drinks at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ibayo Grill&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marilao, Bulacan&lt;/span&gt;) to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"celebrate"&lt;/span&gt; my liberation from our good, ol' company (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha&lt;/span&gt;). However, the bar was closed to customers because the place has been rented for an event. Aw. Our &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"dreams"&lt;/span&gt; of consuming too much &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tanduay Ice&lt;/span&gt; for our own good were shattered. Haha...no other place to go but &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BarKo&lt;/span&gt;, the other, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigger&lt;/span&gt; bar that is shaped like a ship (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;barko&lt;/span&gt;, hence the name of the place&lt;/span&gt;). Too bad there's no Tanduay Ice nor any ladies' drink but only drinks for the hard core drinkers, and we had no choice but to settle with the alcohol that has the least kick -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;San Mig Light&lt;/span&gt;. I don't mind the kick but I'm quite queasy with the taste, and I hate that bitter taste. Haha...we managed to finish one bucket after &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;some sufferings&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. And I had to endure inhaling copious amounts of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hazardous, obnoxious-smelling cigarette smoke&lt;/span&gt;. Dammit. All for the love of fun &amp;amp; bonding with friends. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/tongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 349px; height: 229px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/Drunk.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L to R: Marriane, yours truly, and Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 346px; height: 231px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/TrioTrip.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bulag, Pipi, at Bingi &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in no particular order&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L to R: Lyn, yours truly, and Mel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 18, 2011, Friday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyn (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at that time&lt;/span&gt;) was nursing a broken heart. Being the good friends that we are, Marriane and I decided to take a a break and help her forget.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Haha&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/lol.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After office, we dropped by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SM Marilao a.k.a. "Jeje Mall"&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as per Lyn&lt;/span&gt;) to buy drinks,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "pulutan"&lt;/span&gt;, and to eat dinner. Had a hearty dinner at&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shakey's&lt;/span&gt; that left us sooo full, sleepy, and almost way tooo lazy to even consider bother drinking at all. Haha. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/sick.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we went to Lyn's crib for the sleep over. Cooked french fries and squid balls (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;are they considered legit &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"pulutan"&lt;/span&gt;? Hah&lt;/span&gt;aha) and then continued drinking &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vodka Cruisers&lt;/span&gt;. Haha. No Tanduay Ice again! Mine's Blueberry &amp;amp; Raspberry, Lyn consumed the red one (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgot the flavor&lt;/span&gt;) and the sweet "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Electric Pink&lt;/span&gt;", and Marriane drank the Gilbey's apple vodka. We're too sleepy to drink The Bar. Haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 342px; height: 279px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/Gigil.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pa-tweetums (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;L to R&lt;/span&gt;): Yours truly, Marriane &amp;amp; Lyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 345px; height: 256px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/VodkaCruisers.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vodka Cruisers. TAOB.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I looooooove hanging out with them. Especially now that I've got &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;only two weeks&lt;/span&gt; to spend with them. Talk about&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; separation anxiety&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/crying.gif" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8220428048892083722?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8220428048892083722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8220428048892083722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8220428048892083722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8220428048892083722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/it-friday-i-am-drunk.html' title='It&amp;#39;s Friday, I am DRUNK'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/th_tongue.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-135913538689409113</id><published>2011-03-23T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T05:45:29.338-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>Bukas ay lakad-papeles day!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is a very, very,&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; VERY BUSY&lt;/span&gt; day. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/wow.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not because of office work but because I will be going to and from Manila to Makati (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or Ortigas&lt;/span&gt;) for my requirements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First stop: UST&lt;/span&gt;. I will need to ask for a certified Transcript of Records.&lt;br /&gt;After trying for the nth time, I have successfully called UST's Registrar's Office and was able (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thank &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) to ask for the procedures on getting my hands on my certified TOR: &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/regular.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 1:&lt;/span&gt; Go to UST's Registrar's Office. Make sure you have a photocopy of your Original Transcript of Records because you will submit it to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 2:&lt;/span&gt; Pay 65.00&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Step 3:&lt;/span&gt; Claim your certified TOR the day after (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, half-day nanaman ako kinabukasan!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/mad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second stop:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PRC.&lt;/span&gt; I need to renew my CPA license because it has already expired December 2010. Dammit, the penalty fee for late renewal is P150.00&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Pang-lunch na yun eh! &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/shocked.gif" /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Third stop&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBI&lt;/span&gt;. I think I'll be going to NBI Clearance Renewal center at SM Megamall or Park Square, hopefully my old NBI Clearance's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;barcod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt; is still working &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(kept it in good condition since 2008&lt;/span&gt;). Yeah, yeah, I know that there's the main NBI office near UST/PRC but I'm kinda scared of the place, so, dun ako sa may mall. Haha arte. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/tongue.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-135913538689409113?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/135913538689409113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=135913538689409113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/135913538689409113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/135913538689409113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/bukas-ay-lakad-papeles-day.html' title='Bukas ay lakad-papeles day!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/ghostsmilies/th_wow.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-5740453760393959448</id><published>2011-03-21T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:56:22.335-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pig Out Session'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>A Danny-Licious Thursday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 17, 2011, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Thursday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the office at around 4PM with my teammates Ann, Donna, Marriane, Jenny &amp;amp; her husband Third and went to Danny-Licious (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;located at Kalantiyaw, Project 4, QC&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kcute.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny's been talking about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Danny-Licious&lt;/span&gt; and their &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mouth-watering&lt;/span&gt; barbeques for months. And our interests were piqued. Well, she told us not to expect anything fancy because Danny-Licious is just like a carideria -- there's a grilling station, it's (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;somehow&lt;/span&gt;) situated only at the front yard of a house, the tables &amp;amp; chairs are all made of plastics -- in short, carinderia setting. But Jenny swears that the food is good! And she says that Danny-Licious has been featured on TV because lots of people ranted about how good their bbqs, liempos, nilaga, etcetera. are. Haha. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;photo courtesy of gluttonguide101.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kgrin.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="width: 291px; height: 385px;" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/Danny-Licious-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Danny-Licious!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The delicious &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;barbeques&lt;/span&gt; only cost 23 pesos! We also tried&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; liempo&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yummy kahit walang sauce&lt;/span&gt;) and the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; isaw&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natanggal na ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"phobia"&lt;/span&gt; ko sa isaw -- hindi mapait yung isaw nila at malasa pa&lt;/span&gt;). We only tried those 3 dishes and we really enjoyed eating (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and we believe na "sulit" yung gastos namin dun sa food)&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine, I consumed 2 big barbeques and 2 cups of rice for only PhP66.00! Haha...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;sa sobrang sarap ng kain namin nakalimutan na namin kumuha ng litrato! Haha! &lt;img src="http://www.blogger.com/n" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have yet to try the other dishes...plano pa nga eh ang next &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"pig out"&lt;/span&gt; session ay magaganap sa Banapple naman. I really love hanging out and dining with these people, too bad resigned na ko &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there goes my separation anxiety again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Di bale, I still have 3 more weeks to spend time with them &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kthinking.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-5740453760393959448?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5740453760393959448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=5740453760393959448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5740453760393959448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5740453760393959448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/danny-licious-thursday.html' title='A Danny-Licious Thursday!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/th_kcute.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6445119302538346291</id><published>2011-03-15T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T06:15:18.513-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atrocities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><title type='text'>I resign!</title><content type='html'>I've been itching to write about this since Friday afternoon but I've been way too lazy. Haha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 11, 2011&lt;/span&gt;. I resigned from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBS&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;refuses to disclose the whole name, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Google&lt;/span&gt; can be a bitch sometimes! Haha!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/x_x.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 11, 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insert name of manager here&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;AR Manager&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insert name of company here&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Insert address of company her&lt;/span&gt;e]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Sir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It  is with regret that I tender to you today, the decision I have made to  leave my position as an accounts receivable associate effective April  11, 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been my distinct pleasure to have been part of such an extraordinary organization such as [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert company name here&lt;/span&gt;]. My experience with this organization has been very rewarding and memorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to express my sincerest appreciation to all of my bosses, as well as to&lt;br /&gt;my many friends and colleagues at [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert company name here&lt;/span&gt;]. I truly enjoyed the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;two years and six months&lt;/span&gt;  spent working with all of you. I am also grateful for the many learning  and growth opportunities given to me over the term of my stay with the  firm. With greatest&lt;br /&gt;sincerity, I wish [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert company name here&lt;/span&gt;] and each one of you, continued success in the years to&lt;br /&gt;come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert my name here&lt;/span&gt;] &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/T_T.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cc:  [&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;insert immediate supervisor's name here&lt;/span&gt;]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3:00 PM&lt;/span&gt;.  I submitted my resignation to my immediate supervisor. From then on we  kept on glancing inside the manager's office to see if he's busy. At  around 4:00 PM we saw him on the floor roaming, and we decided to talk  to him already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sup&lt;/span&gt;: Sir, busy po kayo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir:&lt;/span&gt; Medyo. Bakit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sup:&lt;/span&gt; Sir, magpapaalam lang po si Soc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sir:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;gives me the flabbergasted look&lt;/span&gt;* Ha?! Sige usap tayo sa Sydney Room. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/oh.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sydney Room&lt;/span&gt;.  Super kabado. Haha. Feeling ko first time kong magre-resign dahil hindi  ko naman naramdaman ang impact sa buhay ko nung first job ko, in  essence, I consider this my first job. Haha. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/sweat.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Magic Question&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bakit ka nagresign&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the question that I would really, really, love to answer in detail. Like my previous post (&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;10 things I hate about my job&lt;/span&gt;)  I can really enumerate so many reasons and instances to support them.  However, I don't want to burn bridges, as the corporate world is such a  small world. And I don't want to mess up with him, considering he's a  very powerful person. So the best option was to keep mum about &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; the reasons. So let the filtering begin. I only enumerated the "safe" ones. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/no.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I'm transferring to a company with a corporate set-up.&lt;br /&gt;2. The benefits are better, especially the HMO (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;salary&lt;/span&gt;  concern, I believe -- and I also believe he got this one also -- is an  underlying issue behind this one, just an indirect statement&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;3. Corporate ladder. At least you know you're going somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've  been warned that the manager's got good skills in reasoning &amp;amp;  speaking, but I haven't seen it in full force until that fateful day.  True to what they've said, if you are not whole-hearted and fully  decided with your resignation, after hearing his litany, you will  definitely think twice. Good thing I've been warned, I've been ready,  and I've reasons/questions inside my head to contradict every point that he's been saying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he does have a "contradiction" for every point that I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reason. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He says:&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You  know what, I've been in the corporate set-up for several years, and  I've never been happier as compared to being in the shared services  sector. If I have to repeat my life I'd still choose to work for shared  services&lt;/span&gt;." Then he goes on with several instances to bash the  corporate set-up. However, he's very supportive of former employees'  decision to transfer to the corporate set-up's sister company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First reason.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I say&lt;/span&gt;:  Even if you say that being in a company with a corporate set up sucks  doesn't mean that it applies to each and everyone in this world. That is  your opinion, and it is not a fact, and definitely not the bible truth.  Yes, I've heard, the corporate world is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;man-eat-ma&lt;/span&gt;n world, but I'd rather learn some lessons from this environment than continue being in a set up with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no challenges, no room for growth, and a company that treats us like &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;blue-collared&lt;/span&gt; workers&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/yawn.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second and fourth reasons, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;he says&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Big  salaries are luring; but you have to see the bigger picture. There's  more to a job than a big salary. Besides, we are developing a job grade  system wherein each level, for instance, for assoc level, the range will  be from 14K - 25K and the offer will depend on the level of experience,  yaddah, yaddah&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second and third reasons, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I say: &lt;/span&gt;FYI,  the gross of my new salary is not quite far from my current gross  salary, but the difference is that the bulk of the amount is on the  basic salary and not the allowances. Yes, I know, the tax will be  bigger, but see the bigger picture: the bonuses will be based on the  basic salary (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hence, if the basic salary is small, then the bonuses will be small too&lt;/span&gt;). Also, it is wise never to rely your cash flow on allowances because as per Philippine laws, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lawyer friends and friends who are currently taking up law, please correct me if I'm wrong&lt;/span&gt;) employers have the option to withdraw allowances of employees at any time they see fit (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;like what happened to Chevron Shared Services during the economical crisis circa 2009&lt;/span&gt;), however, employers cannot decrease the amount of the salary (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even in the cases of "demotion"&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/pfft.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second  point, he didn't bother to say anything against my attack on the  company's HMO because deep inside he knows that their HMO benefits are  crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Third point, don't consider having "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;job grades&lt;/span&gt;" as an edge because, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FYI lang&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ALL&lt;/span&gt; if not all of the companies have job grades/classifications and your company is one of those few (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;considering na malaking company pa naman&lt;/span&gt;)  that doesn't have that yet. Some companies already had that since Adam.  Also, what the hell are you talking about 14K to 25K range for  associates? I have talked to several new hires and they said that the  final interview hasn't been a final interview in essence but a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"bargaining session&lt;/span&gt;" -- and your supervisors even disclosed that the highest that you can offer to employees, regardless of their experiences, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19K&lt;/span&gt;. WTH. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/doh.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I do while he's taking his sweet time contradicting the points that I have mentioned? I just smiled and nodded. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/grin.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon seeing that he hasn't been able to shatter my resolve, he decided to go with the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;emotional attack&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Paano na yan, mami-miss mo yung mga teammates mo. Iba ang samahan dito, parang pamilya...yaddah, yaddah&lt;/span&gt;".  I really wanted to prevent those tears from falling but I was  unsuccessful. I started to cry and he, upon seeing that he's found my  waterloo, continued his tirade. Even my sooo non-emotional immediate  supervisor was carried away with his words (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hooray for his "speaking" talents LOL&lt;/span&gt;) and she's gotten teary-eyed too. I wasn't able to help myself and I uttered (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;to my horror&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Sir, tama na, hindi ko na mapigilan"&lt;/span&gt;. Ayun. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/sad.gif"&gt; That's the only time that he stopped talking. So he went on with his &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"good luck"&lt;/span&gt; speech, thanked me for my contributions to the company, and left the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  talked to my supervisor and requested that we stay in the room for some  minutes more to compose myself. In fairness, that time I really felt  that she supported me and that somehow she's sad to see me leave. Hehe &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/yes.gif"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6445119302538346291?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6445119302538346291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6445119302538346291' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6445119302538346291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6445119302538346291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/i-resign.html' title='I resign!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/pandasmilies/th_x_x.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1196644691713989294</id><published>2011-03-09T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:45:15.994-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>Tomorrow will be the start!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love you tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 3:36 PM today, I received a text message from the HR personnel of my new employer, informing me that my medical exam results are excellent and that I can proceed with the filing of my resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOMORROW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/tongue.png" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1196644691713989294?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1196644691713989294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1196644691713989294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1196644691713989294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1196644691713989294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/tomorrow-will-be-start.html' title='Tomorrow will be the start!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2514823507339045317</id><published>2011-03-08T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T05:37:07.487-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Quotable Quotes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><title type='text'>An update on my professional pursuits</title><content type='html'>As you guys all know, I am currently disgruntled with my employer and have decided to look for another job since &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June 2010&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(can't really remember; but the discontentment and dissatisfaction  has gone through the roof until this very day&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I've had several job interviews, had a few flunks and stupid answers, some mishaps, and received some offers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January 2011.&lt;/span&gt; Received a text message from this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Multinational Electronics Company&lt;/span&gt;.  They say that they've seen my resume in Jobstreet and they informed me  that they have a vacancy for accountants. I was not really interested  but decided to give it a shot -- who knows this might be the job that I  was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Had several interviews:&lt;/span&gt; first with the HR manager, then with the operations manager, and then the CFO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 18, 2011&lt;/span&gt;. I was supposed to drop by their office to see the job offer but&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; DANG! &lt;/span&gt;I got chicken pox. Immediately called my HR contact and informed her that I got sick. Sabi ko pa, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"I  hope you can still wait until I get well but I heard from the CFO that  the position is urgent, and if you decide to hire the other one next in  line I will understand"&lt;/span&gt;. Good thing they decided to wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 02, 2011.&lt;/span&gt;  Reporting day. Undertime for an hour. Went straight from Bulacan to  PBCom Tower to see my job offer. Good Riddance, they gave me my asking  salary...but wait, there's more! Haha...so happy! And I was really  excited because I noticed that people are really friendly :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 05, 2011&lt;/span&gt;. Had my medical exams. Hopefully I'll pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still  have to wait until tomorrow or Friday for the results of my medical  tests, and then when the results are OK I will then tender my  resignation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORAL OF THE STORY&lt;/span&gt;:  If you are applying for a job, don't get tired of applying and applying  for jobs in Jobstreet. Also, it will be helpful if you also submit your  updated resume via the company's website, as sometimes they don't  update their jobstreet profiles and they prioritize the CV submissions  on their websites. Also, don't be afraid to attend interviews; you'll  learn how to be calm during interviews and you'll get to encounter lots  of weird (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and difficult&lt;/span&gt;)  interview questions and if these questions will be asked again, you'll  know what to answer. Haha. And don't ignore text messages such as what I  have received; that might be the one you've been waiting for :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD! :)))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2514823507339045317?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2514823507339045317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2514823507339045317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2514823507339045317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2514823507339045317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/03/update-on-my-professional-pursuits.html' title='An update on my professional pursuits'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6556952245530448135</id><published>2011-02-20T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T06:06:41.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love is in the Air'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>The Chronicles of a Chicken Pox-er</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 14, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Valentine's Day.&lt;br /&gt;Received my fave green &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pringles&lt;/span&gt; from Dad (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yey!&lt;/span&gt;), 3 delicious chocolate cupcakes from James (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I ate them all at the office&lt;/span&gt;), and some other candies from Wally &amp;amp; the rest of the team. Wonderful! &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kwink.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 15, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started feeling unwell on that fateful Tuesday. But I can't file a sick leave for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;(1) I'm currently applying for a new job and I WILL BE NEEDING ALL MY LEAVES for interviews&lt;br /&gt;(2) Mid-month reporting&lt;br /&gt;So even if I felt really under the weather I still came to work.&lt;br /&gt;And I felt pain in my throat and then I thought maybe I'm about to have&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; tonsilitis &lt;/span&gt;again (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;because I ate all the choco cupcakes&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/ksad.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 16, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REALLY, REALLY feeling under the weather. Fever, splitting headache, wasn't able to sleep well....&lt;br /&gt;Still can't file a sick leave (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;even if I badly needed it&lt;/span&gt;) because I have to finish &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;"&gt;7 friggin' reports&lt;/span&gt;. Damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Then that night, I ate "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;egg&lt;/span&gt;" and then all hell broke loose.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kstubborn.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 17, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a bad night of tossing and turning and trying my best not to "scratch" the sores, I went to the doctor. Indeed, this is chickenpox. Goodbye PhP1,310.00. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kirritated.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February 18, 2011&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed to have my&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; JOB OFFER&lt;/span&gt; with an&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; electronics company&lt;/span&gt; that day. Had to inform them that I can't drop by their office to sign the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J.O.&lt;/span&gt; They informed me that the position is very urgent, and there's a possibility that they can't wait for me until I recover. Sad. Sad. Sad. Maybe the job was not really meant for me. &lt;img src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/kshock.gif"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6556952245530448135?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6556952245530448135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6556952245530448135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6556952245530448135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6556952245530448135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/02/chronicles-of-chicken-pox-er.html' title='The Chronicles of a Chicken Pox-er'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/kaosmilies/th_kwink.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-152173282073225048</id><published>2011-01-18T00:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T05:44:55.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A rejection that rendered me hopeless</title><content type='html'>I have checked my blog entries and I realized that I haven't posted anything for almost 4 months!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it is with a heavy heart that my new pos,t after some months, will not be about a happy event but about a rather sad topic.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last December 30 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my birthday&lt;/span&gt;), my spirits were high because I have received this call from a big company that I've submitted my resume to. I actually considered it a birthday present from God.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;January 5 (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my best friend's birthday&lt;/span&gt;), I went to their office in Ortigas for the initial interview with the HR. I'd say that everything went as planned -- my interview with the HR personnel was brilliant (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after all she was very accomodating and friendly, I never had the jitters with her and I was soooo comfortable talking to her&lt;/span&gt;), the office was great, the atmosphere &amp; ambience of the office was happy &amp; conducive for working, the office's location was perfect, the essay and the exam was alright (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I loved the Math part&lt;/span&gt;!). Everything was well, except for the PERSONALITY TEST! Nope, I do believe I don't have split personality or schizophrenia or anything, but that Harrison Assessment drove me nuts! It was very confusing! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there, waited for a week or two for feedback, and today I received an email from my HR contact informing me that my qualifications did not match those that were required for the vacant position! I somewhat expected it, after not receiving a feedback for a week, but I somewhat kept my hopes up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nope, I do not want to sound pathetic by blaming it on the personality test. Maybe it is just not the right fit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe it is for the better. What is worse than staying in your current company than being hired in a new company but managing to fuck up everything at work, right? Better wait for the right one. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It was just soooo sad. I mean, after knowing that I had a chance at this particular company I have already set my eyes on that position. And now that I know that I didn't qualify, I just don't know what direction my job hunting will take. &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aw, finding a new job is HARD these days!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-152173282073225048?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/152173282073225048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=152173282073225048' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/152173282073225048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/152173282073225048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2011/01/rejection-that-rendered-me-hopeless.html' title='A rejection that rendered me hopeless'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1817159108079820739</id><published>2010-12-13T04:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-13T04:08:04.403-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Euphoria'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Your Tagalog-to-Your Country&apos;s Language Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WorldWideWeb Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><title type='text'>And the hiatus reaches its end....</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged for some time! Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And due to excessive Tumblr tumbling, I suddenly missed posting blog entries about anything under the sun. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I noticed that my grammar's getting crappier everyday and my vocabulary's not been updated for like, 6 months or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello again, blogosphere!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1817159108079820739?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1817159108079820739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1817159108079820739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1817159108079820739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1817159108079820739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/12/and-hiatus-reaches-its-end.html' title='And the hiatus reaches its end....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-204872094187678934</id><published>2010-09-17T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T06:26:49.697-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atrocities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Meat'/><title type='text'>Ten things I hate about my....</title><content type='html'>...J.O.B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a Monday morning. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September 13, 2010&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My boss &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(team leader&lt;/span&gt;) approached us and required us to do something silly. Really silly, from my objective (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;duh&lt;/span&gt;) point of view. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They asked us the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Risk of Loss”&lt;/span&gt; question: answer &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIGH&lt;/span&gt; if you are already looking for another job, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEDIUM&lt;/span&gt; if you are still thinking things over, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOW&lt;/span&gt; if you don’t have any plans of moving out. And then the supervisors will discuss the answers of the associates among themselves. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt; They are just going to take note of those who are planning to leave and might not give them any opportunities for growth. Worse, they might even discreetly force you to resign when they don’t need you anymore, just like what they did to one employee before. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Please don’t insult our intelligence;&lt;/span&gt; we were not born yesterday and the goal of this exercise is as bright and sunny as the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Holy effin' freakin' CRAAAAAAAAP!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was not the breadwinner of the family, I would've printed my ready-to-submit resignation letter (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the only thing to fill up is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;date of resignation&lt;/span&gt; LOL&lt;/span&gt;) and filed it the same morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am slowly losing my mind. &lt;strike&gt;Scratch that&lt;/strike&gt; -- I am losing my mind at a very drastic pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life in NBS has been, shall I say, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;blissful&lt;/span&gt; for the first year. The team is wonderful; the pressure is manageable; the environment is very conducive for working; free coffee, iced tea, water &amp;amp; cold milo; it was a growing company with a promising future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, it's my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;personal hellhole&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #10:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It all started with the Continuous fuckin' Improvement thingy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't get me wrong. Continuous Improvement is a great thing, but I think too much of it is ghastly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, there's this DMAIC thing. It was cool, you get to introduce improvements on your daily processes &amp;amp; you get to improve efficiency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the management grew greedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now, each associate MUST have 1 GSTD as leader and 1 as team member to have an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Achieved"&lt;/span&gt; status in PE/PDG.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several months later &amp;amp; a quarter before the YEAR END, they changed it -- you must have 2 OPL's per year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, as a dedicated employee, you won't settle for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Achieved"&lt;/span&gt; -- you will strive for &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Exceeded Expectations"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in effect, one MUST have 2 GSTD's or 4 OPLs. Nasty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you have to do it every effin' year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oh joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason # 9: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The fickle-minded and greedy management&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, it is all about cost-cutting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that NBS is alone in this advocacy; I think majority of the Shared Services Centers are suffering from this moronic management move (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the disappointing job offers from 2 premiere Petroleum Companies that I have received for the past months have proven this conclusion&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But at least their big wigs had the decency to give them a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"savings plan"&lt;/span&gt; so you'll have something to earn when you leave the company/stay for 5 or more years, they have better HMO benefits, medicine &amp;amp; optical allowances, car loans to boot, and a performance bonus that's worth three months of hard work and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IS NOT&lt;/span&gt; dependent on your PE/PDG rating. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bonus per se&lt;/span&gt;, in every sense of the word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the cheap HMO plan that will leave you disgruntled and discriminated by hospitals and a so-called bonus equivalent to HALF of your basic monthly salary. And the rest, as they say, is &lt;strike&gt;history&lt;/strike&gt; mediocrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything is about cost. Like when we've found a room for improvement in Dispute Management, they immediately turned down the proposal because of the cost. Oh, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pardon my inaccuracy&lt;/span&gt;, not because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF THE COST&lt;/span&gt;, but because &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;IT INCURS COST&lt;/span&gt;. Efficiency gains here, FTE savings there, cost cutting everywhere!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as a result of that extensive cost-cutting, the insistent demands of the throngs of employees for certain improvements in salary &amp;amp; benefits still, up to this very day, after more than 3 years of operations, have fallen on deaf ears. Our efforts have proven futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, this very bad excuse for a management also has this nasty habit of implementing certain rules or setting new objectives without fully understanding the impact of these abominations to the operations that’s why later on, when everything gets sooo fucked up, it’s the employees’ task to suffer the consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Burden of proof?&lt;/span&gt; Ah, let’s see – c.p.w.e.r.x, Time Manager, Per Process thingy, changing of objectives a quarter before year-end, the “istorbo” DOR, etcetera.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #8: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stupid Ergonomics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ergonomics.&lt;/span&gt; A must-have for companies, right? One of the petroleum companies that I have previously applied for also values ergonomics &amp;amp; its benefits. They have a program in their computers that counts the frequency &amp;amp; the speed of your keying in of characters in the keyboard, and when it detects that your movements have become somewhat erratic (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;signifying stress&lt;/span&gt;), the program will &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;freeze&lt;/span&gt; your screen and will give you a few minutes to stretch and have a breath of fresh air. Also, their workstations are configured to give you proper posture and you can even move it &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;up &amp;amp; down, left &amp;amp; right&lt;/span&gt;, depending on the position that you’re comfortable with. Very cool, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess how NBS implements ergonomics on its employees. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tada!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dancing&lt;/span&gt;. Oh &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;STFU&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While dancing, in itself, is not entirely obnoxious (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a frustrated dancer myself, I used to dance when I was younger however too much time spent brooding on Accounting problems and sitting behind my desk has rendered my body stiff and un-fit for dancing&lt;/span&gt;), the idea of professional employees dancing for ergonomics is somehow sinister and imbecilic to me. We sit behind desks for 8 hours, and I think a little stretching will do the trick. Factory workers, on the other hand, I think are more required to do the dancing because they do more physical things, therefore the need to shake off fatigue &amp;amp; stress is greater, hence the dancing is reasonable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #7:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We don’t get treated as professionals. And nor do we feel valued and important to the organization.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have this NCE thing. And because of this NCE thing we are required to do certain stuff such as DOR (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which I believe is a total waste of time, as it can be done on a weekly basis, therefore saving your precious 15 minutes of the day to do something essential and fruitful&lt;/span&gt;), etcetera. We also have this Safety thing, which is okay if you’ll look at its end, however, the means are just plain dumb. And I was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“ganito din ba sila sa NPI?”&lt;/span&gt; and a teammate of mine answered, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;“hindi. NBS lang saka mga DC at factories”&lt;/span&gt;. Woooooh. So now we are on the same level as the factories &amp;amp; distribution centers, huh? Don’t get me wrong, I am not belittling them – we owe it to their hard work that we have our most loved &amp;amp; most-needed products on the market. But the thing is, you are a professional, you have graduated from college with a 4-year degree, and you expect to be treated as a professional because you deserve it. Come to think of it, people from NBS and NPI are both professionals, how come we are not enjoying the same privileges, let alone treatment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time our head said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"we thank you for the efforts and you are important to the company"&lt;/span&gt;, and then the next thing I heard was &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“if you are not happy with the company, then you are welcome to leave”&lt;/span&gt;. Wow, so it was all just lip service. Have you not any compassion to the people who made you look good to the big bosses because of the wonderful results of the operations? Oh well, we’re not a big deal to lose to begin with anyway; you can easily find some other mediocre people to take our place and as a plus you will be paying them smaller compensation. A very tempting bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #6:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Time Manager&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two words: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HATE IT&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Time Manager, as they say, measures and promotes efficiency in employees. I say otherwise, and I abhor it due to several reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;One,&lt;/span&gt; it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;counterproductive&lt;/span&gt;. It totally negates the essence of the thing it wishes to promote because instead of promoting efficiency, it actually impedes efficiency because you have to be mindful of each and everything that you have to do and you have to input them one by one on this excel macro thing. Also, it is never a picture - perfect nor an effective tool because it will NEVER consider multi-tasking, as you can only input one activity per timeframe. Besides, isn’t it annoying to do multiple things and then input them on the TM tool simultaneously? Very tedious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Second&lt;/span&gt;, I think it is just an avenue for them to check on your progress – whether you are slack or not. Come on, we know the deal. You’re just trying to see if some employees were slack so that you can have efficiency gains again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #5:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are watching you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In our DOR, we see certain productivity measures everyday and compare them with previous performances. It is an abomination because you get measured for everything that you do. I wouldn’t be surprised if one they decided to stick their noses in on their employees’ &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;height, weight or vital statistics&lt;/span&gt;. Your sitting or standing posture is being watched, you are observed if you dance in the ergonomics or not, you have to defend why your productivity yesterday as compared to the day before yesterday has declined, and the list goes on. Everything is measured and it is suffocating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another thing that has ruffled my feathers was the blocking of 90% of websites in the internet. The heck, why do they even bother to give us internet access? Yes, I get the point, the company PC is no internet hub for you to surf to your heart’s desire. But we are completely responsible professionals (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, not all but most&lt;/span&gt;) and we know when to surf and when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; to surf. Why not give us the benefit of the doubt and check our performance later? If you happen to notice that the performance is declining, then remove the privilege. If we’re still delivering, then consider it as reward. You guys have no idea how refreshing it is to surf the net for a few minutes when you got your head boggled with numbers and addled with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #4:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Cross-eyed focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;super anal &lt;/span&gt;about everything. To make matters worse, they have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too ana&lt;/span&gt;l with the trivial matters as well. Like in the DOR, they are just so anal about following the order, the time, and the other minute details. I don’t mind if the big wigs became&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; too &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with the results of the tasks – they’re paying us to do our job and they’re expecting stellar results. However, to bother with such insignificant matters is just moronic at best. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why not set your sights on substantial matters?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #3:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The ratings game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think you can attain a 3/3 rating simply by being an excellent employee in all aspects by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-    Not being tardy&lt;br /&gt;-    Not using your leaves too frequently&lt;br /&gt;-    Getting praised by your foreign counterparts&lt;br /&gt;-    Having a stellar performance&lt;br /&gt;-    Impressing your immediate supervisor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, you are &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sooooooo WRONG&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even if you have done&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ALL OF THE ABOVE&lt;/span&gt;, you can’t guarantee a 3/3 because only those who are loved by God (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pun not intended, just an idiom for it&lt;/span&gt;) can get a 3/3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is, if you have managed to impress not only your boss but also the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OTHER&lt;/span&gt; bosses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your immediate boss is the one whom you work closely with. He/she knows your strengths, weaknesses, your accomplishments, your failures, et al. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ergo&lt;/span&gt;, your immediate boss is the best person who can give you the rating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, that system does not work in NBS. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;, your boss gives you the rating (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that is, if you’ve managed to impress him &amp;amp; convince him to give you 3/3&lt;/span&gt;) and then he/she will divulge your grade to all sundry so that the other team leaders will deliberate if you deserve the grade or not. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My two cents? &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; What do these insufferable know-it-alls know about your performance? Are they aware that you’ve been able to settle a dispute between your customer &amp;amp; the market? Do they know that you’re a good conversationalist &amp;amp; you use that advantage when collecting overdue debts from customers? Do they observe that you have leadership skills? NOT. They are merely, as they say, third parties to the relationship and I strongly believe that they are not in the position to question your grade. You will often hear comments like, (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;speaking with the best &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L. Manding&lt;/span&gt; impression&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Ay bakit 3/3 ang grade nya, di ko naman sya kilala.”&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;We don’t need to impress you, hag!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;You’re not even my boss!&lt;/span&gt; Clearly, from this system you will need to be too &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“pasikat”&lt;/span&gt; and too &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;“pa-bibo”&lt;/span&gt; to get noticed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think they’ve adapted this system to lessen the salary increase and bonus (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the salary increase and bonus depends on the rating&lt;/span&gt;). And I say this is unfair, why not give the employee what he deserves? If he has worked his ass out to get a 3/3, give it to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #2:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Favoritism and power-play&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this one is a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bludger to the chest&lt;/span&gt;, mind you. And I had an issue with this one last April (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the salary increase &amp;amp; bonus month&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has come to my attention that only a selected few received salary realignment. And those were the favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not annoyed with the favorites; I am annoyed with the system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the very confession came from the horse’s mouth – my boss herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teammate: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totoo bang may salary realignment?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Teammate:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wow, eh di across all streams yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay hindi, pili lang.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. Why bother call it re-alignment if it is only given to a selected few? Don’t these guys read the dictionary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, all of the bosses in this world have favorites. I just hope they don’t show it too bluntly.&lt;br /&gt;Like giving all the important tasks and great trainings to the favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leaving the minor and not-so-pansinin tasks to the others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or by simply saying…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ah gusto ko nasa gitna ako ni employee A and B. Kayong iba, bahala kayo kung saan nyo gustong maupo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such strong leadership skills. Impressive. *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dripping with sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reason #1:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Limited career and professional growth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One officemate of mine said that he got attracted to the company because of the name. And that he was expecting that he was going to learn so much through trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry to disappoint you man, but there ain’t no trainings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No trainings for computer programs, no trainings related to accountancy or tax practice, no trainings to improve you professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, there are trainings – but these trainings are for the benefit of the company. To ensure that you comply to their rules and you deliver to their demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there’s a very flat organizational structure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think that due to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“favoritism”&lt;/span&gt; and blatant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“braso-han”&lt;/span&gt;, you can never reach the top unless you’ve got connections and an unbreakable bond with the most powerful supervisor to date (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too powerful that she can easily sway the manager to agree to her whims&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, enough with that. I can actually go on like this forever and expand the list up to 100 but then some items are encompassing and I will be repeating myself over and over again. Haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this is downright bitchy, you know, blabbing and complaining and all, but I just can’t help it. I’ll drive myself nuts if I don’t go blogging about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-204872094187678934?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/204872094187678934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=204872094187678934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/204872094187678934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/204872094187678934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/09/ten-things-i-hate-about-my.html' title='Ten things I hate about my....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2680127157306115456</id><published>2010-06-17T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T06:19:32.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NBA Finals Game 7</title><content type='html'>Go Celtics! Bag that 18th Championship Cup!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;B-O-S-T-O-N C-E-L-T-I-C-S!!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2680127157306115456?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2680127157306115456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2680127157306115456' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2680127157306115456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2680127157306115456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/06/nba-finals-game-7.html' title='NBA Finals Game 7'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-387044907503743251</id><published>2010-06-15T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T05:29:38.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On the realities of life and getting older....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;June 5, 2010, Saturday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Met with Jo at Glorietta para maki-sleep over...kasama rin si Ate Cyndi sa sleepover. Ayun, walang humpay na kwentuhan, tawanan, catch up, etcetera. Puyatan pa sa Glee marathon sa Star World. Hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;June 6, 2010, Sunday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Met with Dianne over lunch at Shakey's Glorietta. Around 1PM.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sa wakas nakumpleto rin kami!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagka-debate pa kung saan kami kakain...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Pwede bang dun tayo sa mumurahin lang? Wala akong &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;moolah&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cyndi:&lt;/span&gt; OK. A Veneto tayo. Sunod nalang ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Jo:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tipong "naiisip mo ba ang naiisip ko, B1". "oo naiisip ko rin yan, B2" na nagkatitigan&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;*mura na ba para sa kanya ang A Veneto???*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Jo:&lt;/span&gt; Ano kaya kung Shakey's nalang tayo??? Sayo Dianne, OK lang? Kasi samen ni Jo parang ang mahal pa nung A Veneto...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dianne:&lt;/span&gt; OK lang. Ask nyo si Cyndi if OK sa kanya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo: &lt;/span&gt;*texts Cyndi if OK lang...eh OK lang naman*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me and Jo:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;good grief...tipid-tipid&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hayun, sa una walang nagsasalita, galit-galit muna kasi gutom lahat. Then later on nagsimula na ang kwentuhan...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatoracle.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3093"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.thegreatoracle.multiply.com/image/nZXYgb1FllBG2VMeT-aPWg/photos/1M/300x300/3093/Shakeys04.JPG?et=2EoyWuJSx8aA2KLKRuSsVA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stolen Shot: &lt;/span&gt;Dianne (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;in purple&lt;/span&gt;) and Cyndi (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wearing white jacket&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatoracle.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3094"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.thegreatoracle.multiply.com/image/ublkN+vl0ZEaaLbjPV6JRA/photos/1M/300x300/3094/Shakeys12.JPG?et=GtKRawHplV89F6obPjfApQ&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The inseparable duo: &lt;/span&gt;Soc and Jo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Tas ayan, kwentuhan na...we talked about almost everything under the sun...&lt;br&gt;...kamustahan&lt;br&gt;...latest chismis about sa isa't isa...&lt;br&gt;...latest chismis sa USTe at sa mga batchmates &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(na malamang eh hindi ko rin pwedeng i-divulge rito....hehehe)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;...side comments galore...&lt;br&gt;...ang masayang paglipat ni Dianne sa PagCor&lt;br&gt;...ang possibleng pagpunta ni Ate Cyndi sa Germany to acquire a process for DKS&lt;br&gt;...ang napipintong paglipat ni Joan sa Unilever&lt;br&gt;...at ang kasalukuyan kong paghahanap ng higher-paying job (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) at pag-reresign sa NBS (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooops, parang akin lang yung negative? nyek&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At shempre na-discuss nanaman ang pinaka-ayaw kong topic: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;LOVELIFE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/angry.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Si Dianne ay nagsimula nang magkwento tungkol sa kanyang bagong BF, ang kanilang courtship at ang "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mukhang&lt;/span&gt;" nalalapit na pagpo-propose ni guy at pagpapakasal...&lt;br&gt;Si Ate Cyndi naman, she said na si current BF nya ay "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sure&lt;/span&gt;" na raw sa kanya pero sya di pa raw sya sure sa guy...pero sa tagal nila, malamang dun din ang tuloy nun...hahaha&lt;br&gt;Si Jo, nagkwento about the first anniversary celebration niya and ni BF nya and about sa "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;feelings&lt;/span&gt;" nila na sure silang they've found what they're looking for in a partner na...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...at ako, nung mga panahong nagkukwento sila, ay nagbi-busy-busyhan sa paglantak sa mga natirang pizza, mojo, chicken at pasta para lang hindi ko mapansin na ako lang pala yung walang maikwento. Hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jo:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;notices na I'm trying to distract myself from the topic by eating too much&lt;/span&gt;* &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hindi ka masyadong gutom no???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;shrugs&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jeez, don't get me wrong, I am so darn happy for them...kasi unti-unti na nilang nare-realize ang dreams and ambitions nila when it comes to career growth, and nafo-foresee na nila na ii-spend nila ang life nila with someone special (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yikes...ambaduy ng linya ko!&lt;/span&gt;). But then, you can't really blame me for feeling like a loser amidst million-pesos grand prize winners and for asking, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;what the hell am I doing with my life?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Career. &lt;/span&gt;Like what I've said gazillion of times before, I really need to do something about it. Wala nang growth sa pwesto ko ngayon. Minsan nga parang gusto ko na ulit mag-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PE&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Performance Evaluation&lt;/span&gt;) kami ni bossing tas tatanungin ko siya, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Anong plano mo sakin bilang tauhan mo?"&lt;/span&gt; And gustuhin ko mang mag-workshadow sa ibang bansa eh malabo dahil as of now eh wala namang upcoming markets and kahit gustuhin ko, alam ko namang hindi ako pipiliin dahil hindi ako &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"trip"&lt;/span&gt; nung AR transition manager na kalbo. So ano pa nga bang hinihintay ko sa NBS, di ba? So what I need to do is stop my self-pity drama and start applying (na kasalukuyan ko nang ginagawa...). I have meaningful job experience naman and if I believe in myself that I can do it, I can definitely do it, basta magpi-pray lang kay God for guidance. That department, at least may 50% control ako.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lovelife.&lt;/span&gt; Hahahahahahahayyyy. I don't even want to discuss this one. Eto talaga super helpless ako rito. Kung lalaki lang siguro ako malamang nanligaw nako, kaso hinde, kaya ayan, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"mamatay ka sa kakahintay kung may mabulag"&lt;/span&gt; ang drama ko. Hehehe. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, seriously, it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; funny. I'm turning *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coughs&lt;/span&gt;* 24 *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;coughs&lt;/span&gt;* this year (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;jeez, I'm OLD&lt;/span&gt;)...and yet ni desirable suitor eh wala. Eh ang target kong age para ikasal eh 27 or 28. So ideally, dapat at 25, magka-boyfriend na ko para may mga 2-3 years pang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"getting to know"&lt;/span&gt; stage. Eh shempre hindi mo naman masabing yung magiging boyfriend ko at 25 years old eh sya na talaga, di ba, paano kung hindi, so kelangan may buffer. So let's say kung 25 meron, tas at 27 na-realize kong hindi pa pala siya, tas meron ulit at 28, tas hindi nanaman sya...ay naku, the cycle goes on and on until abuting nalang ako ng 50 at single pa. And besides, hindi naman porket nagustuhan ko yung guy eh gusto nya rin ako (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;eto ang ultimate kinahihinatnan ng lahat ng lalaking nagustuhan ko since 3rd year high school -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;UNREQUITED LOVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) so malas ko nalang if yung mga susunod kong magustuhan eh ganun. Eh sa panahon pa naman ngayon eh nagkakaubusan na talaga ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TUNAY&lt;/span&gt; na lalake. Haha patay na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eto pang nakakatawa. Kasi yung mom ko, 40+ na siya nagpakasal (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya naman kung ako eh 23, 67 na siya...ang laki ng generation gap&lt;/span&gt;) so ibig sabihin, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER LATE&lt;/span&gt; na siyang nag-asawa. Alam kong deep inside her, shempre, lahat naman siguro ng magulang, kahit grown-up na yung anak mo eh ayaw mo parin talagang magka-boyfriend, so alam ko ganun siya. One time naglilitanya akong tumatanda na ko at wala pang boyfriend so tatanda na akong dalaga, and she was like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"wag kang mataranta, tignan mo ko 40+ nakapag-asawa pa" &lt;/span&gt;and I'm like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Ma, wag mong i-compare sa generation mo yung generation ko, kasi nung panahon mo wala pang scarcity sa lalaki at hindi pa nagiging bading ang 60% ng male population..."&lt;/span&gt;. Natahimik sya, in fairness, kasi alam nyang totoo yun. Hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So good luck, good luck nalang saken. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ayun, so segue tayo sa mas interesting na topic (hahaha)...we stayed at Shakey's for 6 hours. Parang naka-10 palit ng customer na ata yung kabilang table pero kami nandun parin. Worse, kami pa yung pinaka-maingay kasi todo sigaw kung maka-kwento tas tawanan pa ng tawanan. Ay...sana maulit rin yun agad, kasi naman 2 years bago nasundan yung huling kitakits naming 4, antagal. At kelangan ko nang magpapayat sa nalalapit na kasal ni Dianne. Hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nothing takes the taste out of Peanut butter quite like unrequited love."&lt;/span&gt; - Charlie Brown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-387044907503743251?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/387044907503743251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=387044907503743251' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/387044907503743251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/387044907503743251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-realities-of-life-and-getting-older.html' title='On the realities of life and getting older....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1243034334555072212</id><published>2010-06-04T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T04:11:08.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One job offer down....</title><content type='html'>Last May 01, 2010, I submitted my resume to this petroleum company's website.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Luckily, two days after, I already received a call from the HR regarding my application.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I considered myself lucky because so many have tried (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;according to PEx&lt;/span&gt;) but few were only called by HR.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there goes my phone interview with the HR personnel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second step:&lt;/span&gt; I had a panel interview with 4 team leaders the week after.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Though bombarded with questions, I was able to ace it. Good thing they're also very friendly.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Few days after, I was called by another HR personnel (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still from the same company&lt;/span&gt;) because I was endorsed by the previous HR personnel to her because of my qualifications (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I originally applied for a non-AR position because I wanted to try something new&lt;/span&gt;). So okay, go go go.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Another interview with the team leader:&lt;/span&gt; This time it is only one-on-one with the team leader, and it is more detailed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the heck, I was even asked to identify the SAP transaction names through the Transaction Codes LOL&lt;/span&gt;). But good thing I was also able to ace it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1 week passed. I received a call from the HR personnel again for the final interview with the cluster manager. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Final Interview with the cluster manager:&lt;/span&gt; She was very kind. The atmosphere was very relaxing. I almost forgot that I was in a job interview. Good thing she's also Thomasian, somehow I felt she was quite biased. Hehe. The HR personnel also asked for a copy of my transcript of records and payslip. So, I almost knew that I've got great chances for the job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;May 2, 2010, I received a call from the HR personnel regarding the job offer. Of course, I was very ecstatic. So I went there at 9PM. To my surprise, it was not the HR personnel who presented to me the job offer but the managing partner of the affiliate (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who also did the background checks&lt;/span&gt;). And then the offer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lo and behold. I did not see that coming. I already did some computations ala-Management Accounting, comparing my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"possible or predicted"&lt;/span&gt; basic salary offer. To my devastation, the basic salary is even &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOWER&lt;/span&gt; than my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WORST CASE SCENARIO"&lt;/span&gt; basic salary offer. Right at that moment I already wanted to bolt out of the room and not listen to any crap that the affiliate managing partner was saying. Tsk tsk.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Goodness gracious, I am a CPA, with 2 years job experience on the same field, and with extensive experience in dealing with foreign customers. And have previously done General Accounting tasks when I was still with my previous employer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then...the offer was like, just 2,000 pesos higher than my current basic salary. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;To hell with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"salary range is according to the years of experience"&lt;/span&gt; bullcrap. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Substance over form&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; honey&lt;/span&gt;: It's not the years of experience but the significance of the previous roles or jobs taken. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Needless to say I was very disappointed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Somehow, at the back of my mind, I was like: Am I really making a wise decision here???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It is not the first time that I have refused a job offer but somehow, the "prestige of that company's name" makes me think twice.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But then, I thought, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nestle is also a prestigious multinational company".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So there, job application process is back to zero once again, ladies and gents.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. Too bad, I have to enroll this September...if I haven't managed to transfer until August, well, goodbye CAT =(&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1243034334555072212?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1243034334555072212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1243034334555072212' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1243034334555072212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1243034334555072212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-job-offer-down.html' title='One job offer down....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-9194837344838540008</id><published>2010-05-31T02:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T06:46:41.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scholastic Raves'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Yuppie Strikes Again'/><title type='text'>To CAT or NOT to CAT. That is the question....</title><content type='html'>...and this question's been bugging me for months already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAT = Certified Accounting Technician&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, lately, I've been noticing that really, just a reality check, all those CPAs who have previously worked for auditing firms are the ones who get the great, great job offers. Well  kudos to them, it is really so damn hard to work in the audit field. Greedy partners, nasty senior associates, annoying and prickly staff, and un-cooperative clients. LOL (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Do I need to capitalize on the shortcomings? Haha&lt;/span&gt;) Therefore, I get the idea why they deserve the almost-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;250%&lt;/span&gt; increase in salary when they transfer to a big, multinational company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there goes the question: What happens to CPAs like me who didn't go through that audit-thingy???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, some CPAs don't want to work/did not opt to work for an audit firm for several reasons....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt; They're breadwinners, therefore, the 15,000 basic salary is not enough to put food on the table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; They don't want to get wrinkly and nasty at an early age, as the "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hassles&lt;/span&gt;" and "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;problems&lt;/span&gt;" in an audit environment can really take a toll on someone's brain cells, skin health, and sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt; They want a bigger salary. Almost everyone wants this, eh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, what happens next???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, there are a lot of BPOs and Shared Services Centers that offer very competitive compensation packages for CPAs. Great, really. But there's a question on the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"stability"&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;especially for the BPOs&lt;/span&gt;) of these. And these BPOs/Shared Services Centers will, someday, reach the &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;"death"&lt;/span&gt; of their business cycles (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;probably the cost of maintaining the services here is already the same, or worse, is becoming "more expensive" as compared to having it back on their home country, so eventually, the companies will have the get back the "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;outsourced&lt;/span&gt;" services...ergo, no job for yah&lt;/span&gt;). So the sure path to go is to go &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CORPORATE&lt;/span&gt;...and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MULTINATIONAL&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for CPA yuppies like me who didn't go through all that auditing hulabaloo thing, how are we supposed to compete for a great-paying job in the future???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either you make sure that while working for that shared services company, you get promoted as, at least, a team leader or a process manager...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...or you get an MBA, CIA, CMA or CAT so that you'll add something up on your arsenal. Hahaha....or probably enroll at a law school &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;para CPA-lawyer&lt;/span&gt;. Bigtime LOL (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bigtime rin sa kunsumisyon at tuition fee...hehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And based on my case, I will evaluate each option...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MBA:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Master of Business Administration&lt;/span&gt;. I've always wanted to take MBA studies since college. I ALMOST enrolled for MBA courses last April 2009. I changed my mind when I saw the subject matter -- majority, if not all, of the subjects are Business-Administration subjects! Damn, I dunno why but I am not made for BA. I am not interested. Ergo, a big "X" for MBA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CIA: Certified Internal Auditor.&lt;/span&gt; Even if I don't have internal audit experience, I think since I am licensed I can still take on this challenge. However, the tuition fee is in dollars. And I haven't got any moolahs (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and neither my parents&lt;/span&gt;). Ergo, a big "X" for CIA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CMA: Certified Management Accountants.&lt;/span&gt; A bigger X. This one's more expensive than CIA. Huhu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Law&lt;/span&gt;. Damn, I've always wanted to have &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Atty."&lt;/span&gt; at the beginning and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"CPA"&lt;/span&gt; at the end of my name. But this takes too much work -- I suck at debates, I hate debating with others (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am a firm believer and follower of &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"kung ayaw mo, huwag mo"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"the hell I care about what you think, I won't waste my time convincing you"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;principles&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;), I haven't got any money, and I definitely can't work while studying law (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;unless I want to murder myself&lt;/span&gt;). Ergo, big, bold "X" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CAT. Certified Accounting Technician.&lt;/span&gt; Not bad. But still pretty expensive. 3 Levels, 8,500 each level (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;last year 7,000 per level lang yung ka-barkada ko, sayang yun 4,500 na nadagdag! Rarr&lt;/span&gt;). You gain one title per level, and when you happen to pass all 3 levels you get the "CAT" title. 4 saturdays per level -- 3 sessions discussion, 1 session for exam. Payment includes exam fees, handouts, and SNACKS. At sa hotel pa. I don't have cold, hard, cash pero pwede naman ang credit card. Haha. Isa-sacrifice ko na yun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So kukunin ko na kung ano yung kaya kong kunin....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At isa pa, when my kabarkada (CPA and CAT) and I applied at this certain company, mas napansin agad yung resume niya, dahil nga although CPA ako, may isa pa siyang title. Reality bites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, gotta work on this na!!! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Go Project Y!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I still have to work on my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project X&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aka l&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ipat-trabaho para mas mataas ang sweldo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) soon before I can start my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Project Y&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm inspired to work, work, work and study, study, study. ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class="multiply:no_crosspost"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-9194837344838540008?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/9194837344838540008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=9194837344838540008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/9194837344838540008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/9194837344838540008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-cat-or-not-to-cat-that-is-question.html' title='To CAT or NOT to CAT. That is the question....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2809238920688864762</id><published>2010-05-29T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:37:26.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee and the ending of a "mishap"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Friday. 9 AM. We attended Nescafe "Coffee 101" at the office.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The sort-of seminar was quite interesting -- it is about the origins of coffee, its health benefits, and of course, the perks of drinking coffee (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aka Nescafe)&lt;/span&gt;...so that if ever we'll be asked by some people about the coffee product, as a Nestle employee we'll be able to answer their queries.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The speaker was really good -- he's a bigwig at the company, and he's cool because he's sooo passionate about the product. He's already retired, and mind you, he's conducting these seminars for no talent fee -- he's sooooo into coffee.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9AM sharp -- the seminar started. Sir R is already discussing some facts. He decided to start the seminar kahit hindi pa kumpleto. At around 9:30 AM, the door opened. Shempre, instinct na natin na tumingin sa pinto kapag ganun. To my surprise, it was &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt;. Damn, I did not react. Then to my surprise, he sat next to me. Deadmatology 101 on the outside, heart wreaking havoc on the inside (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I admit, I still have feelings for him, but the current situations' have prompted me to get a hold of myself and get a good grip on reality.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We talked, we laughed. That's it. I never looked at him.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then I realized, yes, I still have feelings for you. But unlike before, now I can handle myself. And now, the hell I care about what you'll think about me.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh well, off to the road of recovery. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2809238920688864762?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2809238920688864762/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2809238920688864762' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2809238920688864762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2809238920688864762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/05/coffee-and-ending-of.html' title='Coffee and the ending of a &amp;quot;mishap&amp;quot;....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-5712695711518340016</id><published>2010-05-29T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-29T22:27:58.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Drink To That...</title><content type='html'>Whoa, overwhelmed!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Since I still cannot disclose this fact (and celebrate the victory) on her Facebook, well I will just blog about it here on Multiply...(and blogger. LOL)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My sincerest congratulations to my BFF, Joan, for being hired at Unilever! Weeeeeee =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aside from her mom, I am the other one who knows the hardships, disappointments, missed opportunities, and all the bad times that she's gone through while she was still working for a "premiere" auditing firm in the country. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am so happy for you, truly, God never sleeps and He's now paying you off for all the mishaps.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You deserve it! =))&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. Pwede bang magpa-forward ng resume? LOL =))&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-5712695711518340016?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5712695711518340016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=5712695711518340016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5712695711518340016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5712695711518340016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/05/let-drink-to-that.html' title='Let&amp;#39;s Drink To That...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1730354333875480479</id><published>2010-05-28T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T05:28:06.379-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn...</title><content type='html'>...and now the gravity of the situation is slowly making its presence felt....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...why the hell did I not take those things seriously???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn, I need to work on this one NOW. Not this June, not July, and definitely not until December.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Comfort zone or not, GROWTH is MANDATORY!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn, damn, damn.&lt;br&gt;I hope I didn't screw that up yet. Whoooooooo&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1730354333875480479?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1730354333875480479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1730354333875480479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1730354333875480479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1730354333875480479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/05/damn.html' title='Damn...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8568342935524464716</id><published>2010-05-06T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T04:57:42.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now, the end is near....</title><content type='html'>Whoa, finally, I HAVE SEEN MY LONG-AWAITED CLOSURE. Weeeeeeeeeee....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...And I would like to thank my sponsor, James, for helping me see the light. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ahahaha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nakakatamad magkwento. Bukas nalang ng gabi. Heehee....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&gt;_&lt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8568342935524464716?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8568342935524464716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8568342935524464716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8568342935524464716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8568342935524464716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/05/and-now-end-is-near.html' title='And now, the end is near....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3091361525018871224</id><published>2010-04-24T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:29:37.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and Riverdale gets its own share of this "phenomenon"....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOTE&lt;/span&gt;: I am no homophobic, just wanted to talk about this one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whoa, in order to keep up with the changing times and preferences, the makers of the infamous "Archie" comics came up with this one...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatoracle.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3091"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.thegreatoracle.multiply.com/image/-C-00dwMpJ67LqHDtL7IjQ/photos/1M/300x300/3091/archiekins.jpeg?et=Abx7o6RmZQObXAG4eRPnUA&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Introducing Kevin Keller!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now there's a gay dude in Archie comics. Thrilling *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;dripping with sarcasm&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just don't understand it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;According to statistics, women outnumber men (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;population-wise&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;Worse, most (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if not all&lt;/span&gt;) men nowadays are becoming GAY.&lt;br&gt;Most of the "hot guys" are gay. Super gay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So many cases in malls where I saw a really cute guy...and I start discreetly looking at him. And then, LO AND BEHOLD, he's not waiting for his girlfriend but his BOYfriend. Oooomph.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Damn.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just knew it. The day Ricky Martin revealed he loves men was the moment I became aware that I'm gonna have a very gloomy dating life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spinster alert! Boohoo&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3091361525018871224?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3091361525018871224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3091361525018871224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3091361525018871224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3091361525018871224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-riverdale-gets-its-own-share-of.html' title='...and Riverdale gets its own share of this &amp;quot;phenomenon&amp;quot;....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4666652851545026695</id><published>2010-04-24T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:19:24.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a NITWIT.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="insertedphoto"&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegreatoracle.multiply.com/photos/hi-res/1M/3090"&gt;&lt;img class="alignmiddleb" src="http://images.thegreatoracle.multiply.com/image/cdyhr1adIFyCslJkIxhsDQ/photos/1M/300x300/3090/nitwit.JPG?et=itcYH1%2BzCDrra8jn1ec7Og&amp;nmid=0" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Need I say more?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha, he's just plain funny, eh? Totally making a fool of himself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On the press conference of his fight against Shane Moseley, he went down to bash Pacquiao instead of talking about his sensational moves and grooves (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;if he's got any, really&lt;/span&gt;) that will bring Moseley down. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spell &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O-B-S-E-S-S-I-O-N&lt;/span&gt;. Teehee&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This guy needs some serious attention. Seriously.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4666652851545026695?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4666652851545026695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4666652851545026695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4666652851545026695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4666652851545026695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-nitwit.html' title='What a NITWIT.'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4447476266418818306</id><published>2010-04-24T07:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T11:04:15.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a cranky old hag, am I???</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Is it the caffeine in my everyday-cafe mocha from the pantry's new Nescafe vendo machine?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Or am I just plain cranky???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The pressure is getting on my nerves. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;No wonder I'm always "aburido" for the past few days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Perhaps, it is PMS. Hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But still, I need to get those frowns away so I can have 20% less wrinkles in the future. Hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4447476266418818306?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4447476266418818306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4447476266418818306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4447476266418818306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4447476266418818306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-cranky-old-hag-am-i.html' title='I am a cranky old hag, am I???'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2232410823981826173</id><published>2010-04-21T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T05:48:29.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the grimy hands of politics have now touched my beloved workplace....</title><content type='html'>Hay. Labo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mahabang istorya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bukas nalang, inaantok nako. Boohoo.&lt;br&gt;Hehehe&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2232410823981826173?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2232410823981826173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2232410823981826173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2232410823981826173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2232410823981826173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/04/and-grimy-hands-of-politics-have-now.html' title='...and the grimy hands of politics have now touched my beloved workplace....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4044346980445941590</id><published>2010-04-20T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T06:35:02.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happeeeee...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NBS AOA Team Building Activity @ White Rock, Zambales&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April 17 - 18, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had a blaassssssssst (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wow Major Understatement&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Too bad didn't have enough courage to try the super steep (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and colorful&lt;/span&gt;) big slide (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pati yung pa-twirl na isa&lt;/span&gt;)...kinabog eh, nasobrahan na talaga ng kape sa pantry. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pinagtiyagaan ko tuloy yung blue na simpleng slide dun sa normal pools (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kung saan ginanap yung "Find Your Pride" game&lt;/span&gt;). Hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At badtrrrrrrrrrrrp, di ako nakapag-kayak! Rawr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pictures -- to follow. meron na akong copies nung kay PG. Bukas pa yung kay James na puro singit ang mukha ko. Wahahaha =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ciao&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. Mas paborito ko na ngayon ang Cafe Mocha. Dati kasi eh Latte ang gusto ko. Wala lang, masarap. Lasang Milo na Kape. Haha =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4044346980445941590?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4044346980445941590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4044346980445941590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4044346980445941590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4044346980445941590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/04/happeeeee.html' title='Happeeeee...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2565985411308918012</id><published>2010-04-11T03:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T07:36:10.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rawr.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Wah kainis. Wala lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Matagal ko na kasing inaantabayanan yung Facebook Profile nung isa kong crush.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;pero wala akong lakas ng loob na i-add sya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Eh kainis 'tong isa kong teammate na karibal ko, wah in-add ba naman si crush ko. Ambilis.&lt;br&gt;Wah, in-add ko narin tuloy. Bahala na. Di naman na kami magkikita ulit ever, so walang kahihiyan if ever i-reject nya ang Friend Request ko sa Facebook. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good Luck. Good Luck.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2565985411308918012?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2565985411308918012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2565985411308918012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2565985411308918012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2565985411308918012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/04/rawr.html' title='Rawr.'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2796991940388772725</id><published>2010-03-29T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T05:06:34.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isang napakahabang kwento. Waw.</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2796991940388772725?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2796991940388772725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2796991940388772725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2796991940388772725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2796991940388772725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/isang-napakahabang-kwento-waw.html' title='Isang napakahabang kwento. Waw.'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3354771330685566476</id><published>2010-03-28T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T05:40:54.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There she goes...again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Hay naku, bitter na kung bitter =(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Deadline ng GSTD ko nang Friday 2 weeks ago. Shempre, on top of my daily tasks yun. So todo-overtime yun and todo kayod (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kaya hindi ako nakapagbasa ng job interview tips ko eh...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;). Good thing I managed to pass it on time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then I received this response from the CI Manager:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ Soc:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Please take note of the following revisions/additional details that has to be done on your GSTD Documentation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;@ *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;name of my boss&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I appreciate the work of Soc, very detailed &amp; informative.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Waw. Buti pa yung CI Manager, isang trabaho pa lang yung nagawa ko pero na-compliment na ako. Yung sarili kong boss sunod ko lahat ng utos pero never naman akong pinuri. Nyarks.&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3354771330685566476?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3354771330685566476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3354771330685566476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3354771330685566476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3354771330685566476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/there-she-goesagain.html' title='There she goes...again....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8305466174005176334</id><published>2010-03-24T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T06:19:08.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soooooo showbiz...</title><content type='html'>Today, at around 2:30 PM, Nestle Pantry, Pancit Canton soiree....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;James:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Aminin mo, Soc, nasaktan ka.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Naman, James, there's really no need to, you know, rub it on&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...hahaha...parang Kris &amp; Ruffa lang sa Startalk....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Argh, I just hate it when people ask me how I am doing with regards to that department. I mean, c'mon, aren't things not that TOO OBVIOUS that they need to shove the ugly truth against my face for the nth time???&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I understand the concern, but please, limit yourselves to the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;non-love department&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;the heck, that's the only part of my life that keeps them interested -- actually, my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LACK&lt;/span&gt; OF IT&lt;/span&gt;) and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;puh-leez&lt;/span&gt;, go easy on the unsolicited.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/thumbs_down.png"&gt; Boooooooooooo!!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8305466174005176334?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8305466174005176334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8305466174005176334' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8305466174005176334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8305466174005176334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/soooooo-showbiz.html' title='Soooooo showbiz...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3038760179710920605</id><published>2010-03-22T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T07:09:15.222-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Minute</title><content type='html'>Hehehehe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kanina ko pa kino-contemplate ang posibilidad na ako'y mag-leave bukas. Hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At shempre, nanalo ang "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;katamara&lt;/span&gt;n" at "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;kaduwagan"&lt;/span&gt; -- last minute decision: Vacation Leave.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At para hindi naman masayang ay maglalakad na lamang ako ng &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SSS ID&lt;/span&gt; ko bukas. Wahehehe =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mas maatim kong chaka ang litratong kuha sa SSS ID ko dahil sa oversized zits ko today (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stress dahil sa GSTD Template na nuknukan ng gulo, in fairness, na-very good ako ni CI Manager, yun nga lang saan yung congratulations ay may kaakibat na financial reward LOL&lt;/span&gt;) kesa harapin ang walang patumanggang pang-aasar at pangungutya bukas (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;100% malamang&lt;/span&gt;) ng mga taong feeling nila eh marami silang alam, pero in reality ay wala naman talaga silang kaalam-alam sa katotohanan, pawang mga haka-haka at lintik na tsismis lang ang narinig nila eh kala mo close na kaming lahat. Ang eepal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yun lang. Hehehe =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3038760179710920605?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3038760179710920605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3038760179710920605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3038760179710920605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3038760179710920605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/last-minute.html' title='Last Minute'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6783958099919607304</id><published>2010-03-21T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T07:35:00.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This week is the shiznit...</title><content type='html'>Haaay...Marso 22 - 26...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my most-dreaded week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Actually, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Marso 23&lt;/span&gt; is the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;most-dreaded day&lt;/span&gt;...nadamay lang yung buong week. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The whole week's not gloomy after all, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Marso 25 is a payday&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;sweet!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay, I maybe I just have to learn how to face a ghost that, up to now, I still fear to face. Hehehe.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good luck, good luck....&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6783958099919607304?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6783958099919607304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6783958099919607304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6783958099919607304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6783958099919607304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/this-week-is-shiznit.html' title='This week is the shiznit...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7225176456913382552</id><published>2010-03-19T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T04:50:23.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On fashion finds and financial management....</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've got to be kidding myself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Before, I used to stay online (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;surfing the net&lt;/span&gt;) to read FanFics, play "Mafia Wars" &amp; Pet Society, or browse my friends' Facebook Accounts.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lately, I've been too lazy to do that. Too monotonous, I say.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, unless I've got some crazy ideas to blog about.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then I've noticed that on my Multiply Contact lists I have some Online Shopping Sites. I checked one site and I've found a nice bag. Of course, at first I was a bit cynical about online shopping (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though I am not going to use my credit cards, of course, am a bit disturbed by the "pay before shipment" condition, thinking that the seller might not send the items that I've paid for...&lt;/span&gt;) but then I thought, I will never know if these online shopping thingy works if I won't try. So I texted the seller, filled up the order form, and then voila, the deal was sealed. The next day I paid via G-Cash (thank God for G-Cash!) and today she texted me my tracking number. Hehehe....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so, I started browsing other multiply shopping sites and now I am hooked!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aside from the fact that you don't get to tire yourself by walking around the mall doing window-shopping (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you can get the items you want in just a few clicks&lt;/span&gt;), some sellers have very unique stuff that you won't find in malls (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;imagine the horror you experience whenever you see someone wearing the same shirt you have just recently bought&lt;/span&gt;). But just a word of caution, be careful who you are dealing with. I believe it will still be better if you "meet up" with the seller para "kaliwaan" kayo...and check the comments of the customers about the quality of the products and service of the seller. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it will never hurt if you google the top/most recommended multiply shopping sites (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;just like what I am doing at this very minute&lt;/span&gt;). &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've just seen a really cool headphone in a multiply gadget site (I don't think those items are sold in malls in the Philippines) so I strongly believe it's a good purchase (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;plus the fact that the sellers are open to "meet ups" in Trinoma Mall, very accessible&lt;/span&gt;). Pero next weekend nalang para may sweldo na. LOL&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just have to keep my vow of not buying anything worth P1,000 PhP or more. Hahaha&lt;br&gt;Avoid bankruptcy!!! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But in that way, I'll be able to refrain from using my cards via shopping malls...hehehe&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ta!&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7225176456913382552?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7225176456913382552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7225176456913382552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7225176456913382552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7225176456913382552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-fashion-finds-and-financial.html' title='On fashion finds and financial management....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6195499813654009642</id><published>2010-03-08T23:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T04:57:26.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned: Be careful not to say anything incriminating on Facebook...</title><content type='html'>Ah Facebook . Everyone's going&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; gaga&lt;/span&gt; over you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;erm&lt;/span&gt;, you can't really blame 'em (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ooopss, I mean, us -- myself included&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The apps are cool. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hooray!&lt;/span&gt; Your long lost friend has a facebook account (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he/she didn't bother with friendster, so long-lost na long-lost...&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sparks fly when you discover that your high school crush (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and you're still, somehow, mooning over him&lt;/span&gt;) is still single. Or is single already. Heehee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It sucks when you see your ex &amp; his/her new beau's pictures while on vacation. Poof.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pictures, pictures, pictures galore! You just can't help yourself and you keep on tagging. Haha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And of course....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;...you never fail to post a mind-boggling, attention-seeking, controversy-steering status message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know you're guilty&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt; &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/wink.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, yes, the delights of Facebook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It's great when you are able to express yourself (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;via your status messages&lt;/span&gt;), right?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it is even more liberating when people give their two cents on it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whether they agree with you, or argue with you, still, it is fun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, be careful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As said in the&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Miranda Warning&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt; You have the right to remain silent; Everything you say can be/will be used against you.&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;tama nga ba???&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Unfair as it may seem, these status messages can be or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WILL BE&lt;/span&gt; used against you.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At school, at work, you name it. These status messages reflect you &amp; your emotions, and some people are exploitative enough to use something &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;personal&lt;/span&gt; as Facebook status message inorder to get back at you, use you, or plainly, just to get on your nerves. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NOTE:&lt;/span&gt; Be careful especially when your boss is on your friends list.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take my team mate for example. He's a joker, very blunt -- and he kept on joking around about applying for another job/having a job interview later that day or tomorrow. Well, partly, he's to blame, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi medyo garapal.&lt;/span&gt; Hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So fact established: he's applying for another job. So he's praying &amp; hoping, and he wasn't able to contain himself -- he posted something about it (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;stat message&lt;/span&gt;) on Facebook. Shempre, everyone commented, everyone has seen the thing -- including some team leads from our company. Then an *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;anonymous&lt;/span&gt;* team lead told our team leader, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"may Facebook ka ba? Magbasa ka nga ng FB ng mga tao mo&lt;/span&gt;". My boss is not really into social networking (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she never bothered with Friendster so why would she bother with FB???&lt;/span&gt;), so what she did was borrow her cousin's FB profile, added a teammate of mine on the friend list and then pow -- she now has access to everything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And that is not the end of it. The same teammate of mine was called by our Department Manager for some harsh, thorough verbal beating (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL...exaggerating. Hehe&lt;/span&gt;). Well, harsh kasi I noticed that his words are really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"harsh" &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and oozing with sarcasm, if I may add&lt;/span&gt;) and my teammate was really affected (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and demotivated&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Basta, I will not expound on it nalang....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I am at a loss...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Do they really have the right to reprimand their employees because of what they posted on FB? I mean, the employee did not surf FB during office hours while at the office (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so there's no improper use of company resources&lt;/span&gt;),. Second, if the statement is very broad, does not use &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very foul/derogatory&lt;/span&gt; words, and there's no name-dropping, I think people should not jump into conclusions and should not bother with those statements. And I personally think that FB is such a personal thing, in the sense that you can say whatever you want.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kinda reminds me of the Indonesian student who got kicked out (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think&lt;/span&gt;) because he said something foul against his Music Teacher. Well, in my officemate's case, he didn't say anything foul, he sort of said na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;he's not happy with something anymore&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;very broad yung statement&lt;/span&gt;) and siguro, na-relate nila sa jokes niya about resigning, so mega-ganun naman ang manager. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And besides, I think that the (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ideal&lt;/span&gt;) conversation between bosses and a&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;n&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; employee/staff who is thinking of resigning (lalo na kung may potential) should be like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"why are you thinking of resigning? what are the factors that contributed to your decision? what are the problems that you have encountered? How do you think this company can improve on this problem?"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blah, blah, yaddah, yaddah&lt;/span&gt;, and not like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"are you going to proceed with your external applications? Para maayos ko na yung listahan ko ng staff ko and hindi na kita isasama kung sakali"&lt;/span&gt;. Tsk tsk. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson Learned:&lt;/span&gt; Be careful not to say anything incriminating on Facebook...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;Good thing my Multiply Blog is for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FRIENDS/CONTACTS ONLY&lt;/span&gt;. And good thing I have few officemates on my friends list here (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mga hindi pa aktibo...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6195499813654009642?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6195499813654009642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6195499813654009642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6195499813654009642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6195499813654009642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/lesson-learned-be-careful-not-to-say.html' title='Lesson Learned: Be careful not to say anything incriminating on Facebook...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1510256946325103525</id><published>2010-03-06T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T03:17:52.988-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ho hum...</title><content type='html'>: To go or not to go...that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;The heck, I am so confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:To do or not to do...that is the question.&lt;br /&gt;The hack, I am so confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1510256946325103525?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1510256946325103525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1510256946325103525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1510256946325103525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1510256946325103525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/ho-hum.html' title='Ho hum...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8782122124984372979</id><published>2010-03-04T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T06:10:01.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just when you thought you have nothing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;...God comes through to save the day!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, I love Him. And now I know that He loves me too. Hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 3, 2010&lt;/span&gt;. I had to pay my HSBC Mastercard bill. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PhP1,200&lt;/span&gt; yun, eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PhP2,100&lt;/span&gt; nalang ang laman ng Payroll Account ko (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;yes, grabe naghihikahos talaga ako ngayon...due to unfortunate circumstances...&lt;/span&gt;) pero no choice, I have to pay. Ergo, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PhP900.00&lt;/span&gt; nalang ang laman ng Account ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Buong araw kahapon, I was thinking, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"paksyet, sa March 25 pa ang sweldo ko. March 3 palang ngayon at 900 pesos nalang ang pera ko. Paano ako mabubuhay for the next 22 days???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Knight in Shining Armor comes to my rescue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 4, 2010. 9:16 AM. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;An Email from NBS-AOA Payroll,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;We would like to inform you that your employee referral incentive of PhPxxxx.xx has already been credited into your account.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yiheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!&lt;br&gt;Surprise!!! Surprise!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Two sentences: (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quoted from Echiverri&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Pray hard. It works.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8782122124984372979?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8782122124984372979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8782122124984372979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8782122124984372979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8782122124984372979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/just-when-you-thought-you-have-nothing.html' title='Just when you thought you have nothing...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-141927260027048734</id><published>2010-03-01T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T05:03:28.189-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Red-Letter Day</title><content type='html'>Red Letter Day indeed. Received some good news via snail mail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Though it is still unsure, there's no harm in trying.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And made an effort to update my freakin' CV. Hahaha. Hooray.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NOTE TO SELF&lt;/span&gt;: Go, go, go!!! &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-141927260027048734?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/141927260027048734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=141927260027048734' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/141927260027048734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/141927260027048734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/03/red-letter-day.html' title='A Red-Letter Day'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-5184842684944643983</id><published>2010-02-22T21:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T02:41:53.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanggang sa ibang bagay, parang office stuff parin...</title><content type='html'>Some months ago...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Message Alert Tone&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss: &lt;/span&gt;Uy Soc, paano mag-download ng themes &amp; wallpapers sa Zedge.net?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ah, madali lang yun. Ganito...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;explains the whole process via text&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after a few minutes&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; Ay hindi ko na-gets. Gawa ka ng Desktop Procedures&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;flabbergasted&lt;/span&gt;* Ah okie&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A few days ago...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Message Alert Tone&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; Soc, paano mag-download ng free movies?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ah madali lang yun...*&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;realizes that it's some sort of deja vu&lt;/span&gt;*...gusto mo gawa kita ng Desktop Procedures?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boss:&lt;/span&gt; Sige sige...thanks...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Waw. Gotta finish this one first. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Deadline is tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;. Hehehe =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-5184842684944643983?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5184842684944643983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=5184842684944643983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5184842684944643983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5184842684944643983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/02/hanggang-sa-ibang-bagay-parang-office.html' title='Hanggang sa ibang bagay, parang office stuff parin...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7197655967690765899</id><published>2010-02-21T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-21T05:17:14.499-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Another Manic Monday</title><content type='html'>I just hate it when the clock strikes 9:00 PM on a Sunday night.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It only means one thing: that I've got to go to bed because I've got work tomorrow.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Don't get me wrong -- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;thank God I have a job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But sometimes, the 2-day hiatus from work's just not enough.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Spent the whole weekend with Jo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she decided to stay here for some videoke fun, movie marathon and non-stop "kwentuhan" sessions that lasted up to 5AM&lt;/span&gt;) and I had fun, albeit there's significant loss of sleep.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh, oh Monday. Another work week. Another stress week. (Good thing I don't have to deal with some jack-ass tomorrow as he's not around. Hehehe)&lt;br&gt;Monday, you never fail to get a rise out of me. Weh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Good night friends!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7197655967690765899?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7197655967690765899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7197655967690765899' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7197655967690765899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7197655967690765899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-another-manic-monday.html' title='Just Another Manic Monday'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6289588308552617209</id><published>2010-02-17T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T04:13:28.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just my two cents...</title><content type='html'>I was listening to the Disenchanted Kingdom (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;King DJ Logan, Cleo Caliente &amp; Marf&lt;/span&gt;) this morning and the topics that they have discussed included a certain Stanley Philander who was besieged by relatives because the man, as per a South African national newspaper, REPORTEDLY, won the SA National Lottery.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, when he was about to claim his winnings, the Lottery Admin said that it was not him who won the Lottery but an unnamed 43-year old woman.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yes, the numbers were identical, however, it is said that Philander bought the ticket &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;AFTER&lt;/span&gt; the draw.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wow. Moments like these will leave someone nuts and want to smack themselves in the head and just die. How sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It sucks when you were given false hopes (or somehow, have developed) and then at the end of the day your bubble will be burst by reality: your hopes are in vain.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, I just hate it when people give you false hopes. Well, the things that they do may be deliberate or unintentional, but still, it sucks when you suddenly realized that you believed these things and made a fool out of yourself.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take for example, when a certain girl likes some guy, and then this girl does not do anything to flirt with the guy because, of course, she's sort of conservative or anything.&lt;br&gt;And then the guy starts doing certain things that are too nice (pa-fall) and these too-nice stuffs were misconstrued by the girl as "pa-simpleng pag-diskarte" or simply put, the girl thinks that the guy probably digs her too.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So the girl waits. And waits. And effing waits. Nothing happened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And then she will receive news that the guy is actually attached. Well, she sort of questioned the guy before if he was in a relationship or not but then the guy denied it, so the poor girl continued dreaming on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And so the heartbreak happens.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I remember when I was still in college, I was sooooo head-over-heels in love with a guy named JB (from another course, not Accountancy). I've been mooning over him since first year and have no plans of confessing until I discovered news that prompted me to say how I feel.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So one day, I just gathered all my wits and courage, and wrote a letter, saying:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;quoted from the movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love Actually&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;")&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Just because it's Christmas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;And at Christmas you say what you feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;WITHOUT ANY HOPE OR AGENDA (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;and I want to emphasize that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;To me, you are &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;PERFECT,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;and my wasted heart will always love you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, yeah, I know, super cheesy, barf if you want, you have the right (and a point anyway). &lt;br&gt;After that, we became good friends. Much better kasi he greets me every other time we see each other, unlike before.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the great thing about him is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HE DREW A VERY FINE LINE&lt;/span&gt;: he befriended me without giving me false notions that he probably likes me or will probably like me in the future.&lt;br&gt;so there, no false hopes, no expectations, no disappointments (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but of course I'd be a hypocrite if I'd say that I wasn't hurt; at least he was honest enough to imply&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As said by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ga Eul (Boys Over Flowers) to Yi Jeung &lt;/span&gt;in Episode 24...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ga Eul:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I just want you to know that I will now stop pursuing you. I followed *name of Yi Jeong's ex-girlfriend*'s advice that you must do everything that you can so that there will be no regrets and no lingering feelings."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"moving on"&lt;/span&gt; phase was a breeze. I did everything that I can (of course, on the context that you are not harming any other people in the process and that you won't ) to let him know how I feel. So even if he did not reciprocate, it was okay because at least, I got to relieve myself from tension and get rid of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"WHAT IFs"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Probably that's the best advice that I can extend to that poor girl. Whew.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know she did everything, but I guess, her best wasn't good enough. The guy was playing around, anyway.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That's enough, time to pack up. The guy's not worth the effort.   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6289588308552617209?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6289588308552617209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6289588308552617209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6289588308552617209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6289588308552617209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-my-two-cents.html' title='Just my two cents...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-5209939642677892152</id><published>2010-02-16T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-17T02:58:49.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On memory gap and useless grievances...</title><content type='html'>I was in a really foul mood for the past few days (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;since Monday, actually&lt;/span&gt;), and I've been really crappy up to now. Add the fact that there's pain in every inch of my body due to gym shock (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've never set foot on the gym for 3 straight months...whew&lt;/span&gt;), I was really disoriented.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Whenever I've got some things going on inside my head, I blog. Too bad Multiply's been blocked already at the office (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, that internet connection is sooo useless I just want to throw my desktop outside the window&lt;/span&gt;) so I contented myself by typing my thoughts in Notepad, and planning to send it to my Yahoo Mail so that I can post it here when I arrive home.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And the memory gap thingy strikes again. And now I am annoyed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am not in the mood to re-think again and write another one similar too it. That one was too personal, too so-into-the moment and sooooo emotional to replicate. Rawr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-5209939642677892152?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/5209939642677892152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=5209939642677892152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5209939642677892152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/5209939642677892152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/02/on-memory-gap-and-useless-grievances.html' title='On memory gap and useless grievances...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4717131110992857274</id><published>2010-02-15T00:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T05:52:45.991-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and my world came tumbling down...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://s108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/huhuhu.jpg" alt="Truth hurts but it sets you free"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Need I say more?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was just a spare, after all...I should've seen this coming. What an idiot. Pfft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4717131110992857274?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4717131110992857274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4717131110992857274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4717131110992857274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4717131110992857274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/02/and-my-world-came-tumbling-down.html' title='...and my world came tumbling down...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4164329796099090534</id><published>2010-02-08T01:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T06:23:54.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pigging Out when you're on Sick Leave</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;What a day!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Took a sick leave from work due to LBM symptoms. However, Jo decided to meet up with me at Trinoma today so that she can treat me to lunch (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Advance Happy Valentines' Day for a single like me&lt;/span&gt;) at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Conti's&lt;/span&gt; and so that she can also see the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Valentines' Day-slash-Anniversary mini-movie &lt;/span&gt;that I've made for her (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;which is actually for her hubby. It's her idea, I just executed it. Heheh&lt;/span&gt;e)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Had a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;blasssssssst&lt;/span&gt; eating so much stuff, e.g. Roast Beef in Mushroom Sauce, Tiramisu and Mocha Frappe, however by mid-afternoon, my LBM symptoms started to make its presence felt. Had to go home at around 5pm (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang aga...whew&lt;/span&gt;) and had to be very careful kasi baka pakalat-kalat lang sa Trinoma si Boss at baka makita ako, sabihin eh nagliwaliw lang pala ako kaya ako um-absent. Lagot. Pero totoo namang may LBM ako eh. Hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I was really thrilled when I saw Jo's reaction. Buti naman she liked the presentation. Iba kasi ang euphoria kapag you did something for someone that that someone appreciates your work &amp; your craft, kahit super simple. Hehehe how I wish may special someone rin akong gagawan ng ganun (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL!)&lt;/span&gt; Oh well, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;this Valentines' Day's&lt;/span&gt; definitely &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;NOT THAT DAY&lt;/span&gt;. Hahaha&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh well, thanks to Jo for a wonderful meal at Conti's. Hehehe sa susunod dapat Italianni's na ha!!! ^_^&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4164329796099090534?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4164329796099090534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4164329796099090534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4164329796099090534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4164329796099090534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/02/pigging-out-when-you-on-sick-leave.html' title='Pigging Out when you&amp;#39;re on Sick Leave'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8801430224982349053</id><published>2010-02-05T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T01:37:46.061-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Countdown to V-day</title><content type='html'>Ah, V-day is just around the corner. As usual, I have no significant other to share it with. Heehee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Joking aside, good thing that I am already over some things...(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though not &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;COMPLETELY OVER SOMEONE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) that's why I'm not too emotional about not having someone special on this day. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And good thing I have friends that are single too (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;) and were very much willing to spend the day with me! Hahaha On 13 I'll be with my high school pals &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Cheekies&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gam, John, Yoyo, Cielley and Millet&lt;/span&gt;) and on Wednesday, 10th of February, I'll be taking a break from work (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;due to some circumstances that I want to avoid I will be absent from work that day&lt;/span&gt;) and I'll be glamming up the malls with my best pal, Joan. Hehe of course on the 14th I will be hanging out with my folks, naki-date sa magulang hehehe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And somehow, I feel like I'm contributing to the "sweetness" of that day. Why? I am currently working on Joan's mini-movie for her hubby. Hehehe anyway, he's not gonna know naman na ako yung gumawa. Idea ni Jo, ako lang ang nag-execute. Hehehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gotta work on it again! Ciao!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8801430224982349053?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8801430224982349053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8801430224982349053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8801430224982349053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8801430224982349053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/02/countdown-to-v-day.html' title='Countdown to V-day'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7575558520954199539</id><published>2010-01-28T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T06:53:14.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Progression, not Regression...</title><content type='html'>Darn it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kudos to hotmail and the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"Forgot Your Password"&lt;/span&gt; thingy in BlogDrive, I was able to open my super-old college online diary aka "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;blog&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;after some years...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;). And now I am enjoying the delights of re-reading what I have previously written and laughing at myself for being so...comical, smitten (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;heeeheeee&lt;/span&gt;), grade-conscious (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;but of course!&lt;/span&gt;), and immature. Haha those were the days.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;One sad thing:&lt;/span&gt; it seems to me that my English grammar is way better back then. Roar. It should progress, not regress, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ay, practice, practice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7575558520954199539?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7575558520954199539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7575558520954199539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7575558520954199539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7575558520954199539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/01/progression-not-regression.html' title='Progression, not Regression...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6242423778745029910</id><published>2010-01-27T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T06:35:04.657-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It pays to be a bit too nosy sometimes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;...and checking someone else's facebook for information is very rewarding, indeed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Talk about getting hold of information that can either push you off the cliff or make you hang on the knot. Whoever said "truth hurts but it sets you free" is a genius.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off you go, dear dove. Time to fly high and hover over unchartered territories!!! &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/star.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6242423778745029910?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6242423778745029910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6242423778745029910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6242423778745029910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6242423778745029910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-pays-to-be-bit-too-nosy-sometimes.html' title='It pays to be a bit too nosy sometimes...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3380419661985691763</id><published>2010-01-23T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T08:14:35.114-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kudos and Farewell</title><content type='html'>Yesterday, I was very shocked when I heard the news...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Soc, alam mo na ba yung news? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What news?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Check your FaceBook&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Wala akong access sa FB dito sa office. Blocked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Si &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Men&lt;/span&gt;... (referring to our HS classmate)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Baket? Ano nangyari kay &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norman/Men&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He's gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anong he's gone? As in deads? (the heck, how can I be this &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;insensitive&lt;/span&gt; to use such term?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Weh?&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;still &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;skeptical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Anong nangyari?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Ginigising raw ng mommy nya kaninang madaling araw tas ayaw nang magising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Totoo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shi:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Oo nga. Nasa Funeraria Paz yung remains nya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;font-style: italic;"&gt;OMFG!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Norman Eric Dacuycuy&lt;/span&gt;, a former classmate, passed away due to cardiac arrest while sleeping. Like what I've said before, his mom was trying to wake him up yesterday morning but he's not moving a finger. Then she has noticed that his lips were already bluish. So they immediately rushed him to the hospital. DOA. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Sad news.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Up to now, I still cannot believe it. We're not that close, really, but I've had some hilarious-albeit-sensible-slash-enlightening conversations with him in the past. He's a gentleman, a very funny person who cracks jokes that can cheer up your lethargic and melancholic days, and a very respectable classmate who gave the COCC trainees a chill whenever he barks commands (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm not sure if he's the corp commander or if he's in the next highest position&lt;/span&gt;) and can make his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"kamote"&lt;/span&gt; tropas behave whenever there's a need for it. A very good person, a loving person to his family, and a friend that you can always count on. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to his wake this afternoon. and I got to see some of my HS batchmates that I haven't seen for a long time. It's great to see those old faces, too bad the circumstance is not pleasant. I haven't seen him for quite some time too (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think I last saw him when I was still in college, we were both seated at the back of an fx going to Blumentritt and we had a really great conversation&lt;/span&gt;). Too bad that I have to see him through a clear glass, but I'm quite happy because I had the chance to see him for the last time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Men, thanks for gracing our lives with your presence even for a short while. You will always be remembered and will be greatly missed. The people that you have left are grieving, but the knowledge that you are already with the creator lessens the pain. Thanks for being a nice classmate, a great friend, for cheering us up, for defending me in one unforgettable instance (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know you probably don't remember the instance when Mako gave a shit on me about that SC Presidency election but your defense really meant a lot to me&lt;/span&gt;), for being my ka-partner sa Mr.&amp; Ms.Junior (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;talagang naalala pa...hahaha&lt;/span&gt;) and for touching the lives of so many people. Our prayers are with you and may you rest in peace.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope you liked my simple eulogy. Ciao, my friend! &lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3380419661985691763?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3380419661985691763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3380419661985691763' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3380419661985691763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3380419661985691763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/01/kudos-and-farewell.html' title='Kudos and Farewell'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4898488980362157219</id><published>2010-01-05T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T05:22:02.357-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a SUPER RANDOM thought....</title><content type='html'>I was watching 24 Oras a while ago when...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pia Guanio:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Jackie Rice, busy sa trabaho, ibig bang sabihin, wala na siyang time para sa lovelife ngayong 2010?&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;crazy idea-slash-fact&lt;/span&gt; hit me hard:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;I have time for love life, however, love life does not have any time for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ehehehehehehe &lt;img src="http://images.multiply.com/common/smiles/cat.png"&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4898488980362157219?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4898488980362157219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4898488980362157219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4898488980362157219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4898488980362157219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/01/just-super-random-thought.html' title='Just a SUPER RANDOM thought....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-8410806546977602622</id><published>2010-01-03T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:51:57.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amp dude, 2010 na!</title><content type='html'>2010 na. Hindi na 2009.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oo, isang taon na. Amp. Isang taong ka-leche-han na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pinagbigyan kita. Binigyan ng palugit ng panahon hanggang Disyember 31. 2009.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero wala. WALA. Ang tagal na panahon yun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas ngayon ka mag-eepal? Kung kelan 2010 na?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Dude, New Year's Resolution ko ata yan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2010 na. Tapos na ako sayo. Period.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-8410806546977602622?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/8410806546977602622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=8410806546977602622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8410806546977602622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/8410806546977602622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/01/amp-dude-2010-na.html' title='Amp dude, 2010 na!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1377368519340462154</id><published>2010-01-03T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T06:47:32.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's inevitable when your past comes back to haunt you....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December 30, 2009, Wednesday, Around 7 PM...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was talking to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; about my computer. Yes, he was here, at our home. I invited him to come over because we have a small salu-salo for my birthday. My parents &amp; our other friends were at the sala, singing some good old songs in the videoke.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Suddenly, my father decided to change the VCD (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;for the videoke...yeah, I know, so laos, we still haven't manage to buy a Magic Sing or Extreme Videoke Microphone&lt;/span&gt;) and played some of the 90's and year 2000's videoke songs...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Teka, M2M ba yung kumanta ng kantang yun?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*patay malisya kunyari* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ah oo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hahaha Pretty Boy yun, di ba???&lt;/span&gt; *smiles*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*kilig* &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haha oo...naalala mo???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;..then the both of us laughed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay, good times, good times. (0_o)&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1377368519340462154?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1377368519340462154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1377368519340462154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1377368519340462154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1377368519340462154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2010/01/it-inevitable-when-your-past-comes-back.html' title='It&amp;#39;s inevitable when your past comes back to haunt you....'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1011556633000949980</id><published>2009-11-13T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T03:30:14.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Time No Blogging</title><content type='html'>Yes, It's been a while since I last posted a sensible blog post.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been busy, I've been &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;broken-hearted&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;i&gt;chorva&lt;/i&gt;), I've been woolgathering most of the time for the past months, and I've been very lazy and have been procrastinating until the last minute to do anything.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So why the heck am I bothering now to write a post???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am trying to squeeze whatever amount of brainjuices I have (&lt;i&gt;i&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;f ever there is any&lt;/i&gt;) because I have to write an &lt;i&gt;effing &lt;b&gt;English &lt;/b&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; for the AR Year-End party. &lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;Wah, why me, why me? :c&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not too confident with my skills. No no. Just so darn shy to say &lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I still have to make a teaser/poster for the event. Managed to find pictures of people wearing beautiful white clothes courtesy of londonfashionweek.com (&lt;i&gt;though I honestly think they're too fancy for the event...anyhoo, it's just a teaser, really&lt;/i&gt;) and pics of some not-so-popular celebs on P.Diddy's All White Party (&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;of course, they're wearing white&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;). And I am also going to rekindle my long-forgotten affiliation with my dear Adobe Photoshop. I hope I'd do everything right.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Luck, Good Luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1011556633000949980?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1011556633000949980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1011556633000949980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1011556633000949980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1011556633000949980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/11/long-time-no-blogging.html' title='Long Time No Blogging'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-412859395301699717</id><published>2009-10-08T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T06:04:47.619-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><title type='text'>A Breakthrough in my Stupidity's History...</title><content type='html'>Finally!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can 100% say I am SO OVER &lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;IT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good Riddance =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-412859395301699717?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/412859395301699717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=412859395301699717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/412859395301699717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/412859395301699717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/10/breakthrough-in-my-stupiditys-history.html' title='A Breakthrough in my Stupidity&apos;s History...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7165739943959571355</id><published>2009-10-08T03:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T03:33:21.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trial</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hates drama queens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7165739943959571355?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7165739943959571355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7165739943959571355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7165739943959571355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7165739943959571355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/10/trial.html' title='Trial'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1527926643253997121</id><published>2009-10-03T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T09:46:36.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Past is past. LOL...</title><content type='html'>Hay. Bigla kong na-miss mag-blog kaya kahit ala-una impunto na ng madaling araw eh eto ako't nagta-type ng blog post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I've got so many stuffs to share, pero parang wala pa sa mood yung diwa ko.&lt;br&gt;Then I decided to open my Blogger Account, basta yung isang blog ko.&lt;br&gt;Out of curiosity, I decided to read my super-effing-old blog posts and they were really funny.&lt;br&gt;Lalo na 'tong isang 'to, super madrama.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh well, since I don't have issues with this one and since I believe that I have proven myself  eh ipo-post ko to. Hahaha have fun reading... =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S.&lt;/span&gt; I love this post. Sobra. Wala lang, I remembered the moment while I was writing this...I was very determined to prove myself to everyone that I deserve a BSA degree and a CPA License. Good thing I had this wonderful dawning or else, I might have not been able to accomplish what I had or reach where I am now. Hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Challenges...challenges... =)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This entry was posted &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;SEPTEMBER 25, 2005&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hmmm...a gloomy day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not because of my uberly-LOW scores in Accounting Quizzes.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I don't really need to fuss about this but I was really offended. TO THE BONE.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;There's this certain prof. Then she told our class that she noticed that some of the students are good, and she believed that it will be good if we'll have this "group study" thing. Then she started calling the names of those that she believed "are fit" for the job.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hindi naman sa nagyayabang ako. Pero feeling ko naman eh nakaabot ako sa top 10 sa class namin. And I know mejo ok naman ang grades ko sa subject niya. Hindi ako napili bilang leader, pero hindi rin naman ako naghahabol sa pwestong iyon. Kung tutuusin, ok pa yon sakin dahil dakilang tamad ako no! Nag-solve na ang lahat pero ako, tulog parin sa pansitan at kikilos lang pag last minute na. Ewan ko ba. Feeling ko naman kahit papaano eh I deserve rin naman na mapasama sa mga choices. Saka kung sakali nga, mamo-motivate akong mag-aral ng mabuti para maturuan ko yung mga groupmates ko.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas ganon. Hindi nga ako napili, sabay sabi nung prof, "may mga tao kasing magaling pag written pero sa oral, hindi. kaya ang pinili ko eh yung feeling ko ay may 'LEADERSHIP' skill. Kung mapapansin niyo, hindi ako nag-base sa grades sa pamimili...pinili ko yung mga aktibo. Sinadya ko talagang may hindi piliin." Shempre nag-react kami dahil parang si Sir *toot* yon na hindi marunong magturo. Then nagka-isyu. Bakit daw ako saka si Lee (highest namin for both A&amp;B at C&amp;D) eh hindi naging leaders. Shempre hindi nalang ako nag-react...ngiti nalang kunyari. Tas worse, ang mga napili pa niya eh yung mga super "ma-papel" at pasikat sa mga prof. Well, hindi naman lahat...yung iba lang.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ganon kasi yung dating sakin -- na ibig sabihin ba na kapag hindi ka mahilig magpasikat or passive ka during discussion eh bobo ka na sa leadership? Siguro isang reason din kung bakit talaga ako naghihimutok sa leadership na yan eh dahil sa nangyari sakin nung elementary. May teacher kasi ako na ginawa akong leader for a group play. Eh hindi ko masyadong mapaganda yung play kasi una, irresponsable't mga walang kwenta yung mga ka-group ko ang second, ang pangit nung story na napunta samin. Eh may general rehearsal...and as expected, hindi kami handa. Sinabihan niya ako na, "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Yan na yon, Socorro? Weak Leadership yan ha...&lt;/span&gt;" Kaya hayan, na-ungkat na naman ang lumang isyu na yan. Nasadlak na naman sa lupa ang confidence ko. I know, sa ilang taong nagdaan, hindi na ako "&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;weak leader&lt;/span&gt;" but it seems these words are already attached to my name. Bakit ganon? Bakit ba kasi nabanggit pa niya yang "trigger" word na yan...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas nung sinabi pa nung prof na "sinadya nyang may hindi piliin" eh tumingin pa siya sakin. Badtrip talaga. So feeling ko, ako na naman yung Socorro nung elementary days...yung hindi pinagkakatiwalaan ng mga teacher kasi feeling nila mahina ako, yung Socorro na mahina sa leadership. Ganon. The mere fact palang na hindi niya ako napili eh masakit na sakin, alam mo yon...na hindi ka pinagkatiwalaan na gawin yung responsibility. Na hindi ka worth para sa tiwala niya. Then I asked myself, "hindi pa ba sapat yung pag-aaral ko?"&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kagaya yan nung nangyari sakin last sem. Kasi nagparecitation si Mam Cruz. Eh ang tinawag niya sa recitation eh yung mga may "edge" talaga sa acctg. (or yung mga may "potential"). Eh yung mga classmates ko, expected nila na matatawag kaming lahat sa row (Bianca, Myra, Tle, Ako, Che at Donna). Hayon...tinawag silang lahat pero nilaktawan ako. Shempre ang sakit non. Ganon ba talaga ako ka-hina sa accounting? Tanong ko sa sarili ko. And yes, it seems that my efforts were not enough. Kaya sobrang pinagsikapan kong makapasok sa accounting majors para mapatunayan ko hindi lang sa kanila pati sa sarili ko na kaya ko ang course na pinasok ko. Eto na naman. Ganyan na naman. Siguro nga, china-challenge lang ako. Sana this time makaya ko ulit.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ewan ko ba...bakit ganon. Lahat nalang halos ng tao walang tiwala sa kakayahan ko. Siguro nga dapat may patunayan ako...kelangan ko nga sigurong patunayang mali sila.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haha. Ang drama. Pasensya na.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kaya ngayon, ewan ko kung may "amor" ako na maki-cooperate sa group activity na yan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Haaay...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;" class="comment-link" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12273098&amp;postID=112791880384051407" location.href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12273098&amp;postID=112791880384051407;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-transform: lowercase;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1527926643253997121?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1527926643253997121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1527926643253997121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1527926643253997121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1527926643253997121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/10/past-is-past-lol.html' title='Past is past. LOL...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2008635466940542789</id><published>2009-09-15T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T05:18:54.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is the last straw...</title><content type='html'>Once again, I was reminded of few things...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...that you can't have everything that you want...&lt;br&gt;...that you have to cut the crap to stop suffering...&lt;br&gt;...that mediocrity is, indeed, a crime...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Everyone's got his/her limit...and this is mine.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2008635466940542789?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2008635466940542789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2008635466940542789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2008635466940542789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2008635466940542789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/09/and-this-is-last-straw.html' title='And this is the last straw...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1639046573264722368</id><published>2009-09-11T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T00:42:13.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Missed Trips and Budget Constraints...</title><content type='html'>Ah, this is totally awful.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Joan and I&lt;/span&gt;) were supposed to go to Ilocos this September 4-6. However, we weren't able to make it due to several reasons (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;bad weather, budget issues, busy schedule, etcetera&lt;/span&gt;). So yes, that's one happy vacation weekend gone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I think my upcoming Cebu Trip with my officemates this October 3-5 will also be cancelled. Yes, due to budget issues yet again. I am preparing for my Spore trip this October 21 and I better settle my priorities or I won't get to amass enough money. So, better let go of that 450+ Cebu Airfare than spend thousands on it then get nothing left for my Spore trip. Rawr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Of course, it breaks my heart. My officemates are gonna be there. Also, a close friend named Cy asked a favor: since she wasn't originally included in her teammates' Bohol trip, she asked me to be her "buddy" in our Cebu Trip. I know for certain that she won't be totally happy if she'll stay with us (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;due also to budget constraints and due to the fact that we are the "no plans, bahala na" type of people&lt;/span&gt;), I convinced her to go with her teammates to Cebu then Bohol. Hay, too bad I can't see my crush. Rawr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;'Nuff said. Pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. Rain now, rain now, this September. Spare October. Please...&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1639046573264722368?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1639046573264722368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1639046573264722368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1639046573264722368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1639046573264722368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/09/missed-trips-and-budget-constraints.html' title='Missed Trips and Budget Constraints...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-852132606630240621</id><published>2009-08-14T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T06:07:39.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So many blog topics, too little time...</title><content type='html'>Whoa. Haven't blogged for some time.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Maybe because lately, I've been overstaying at the office (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;due to my gym activities&lt;/span&gt;) or maybe because I've been going to work even on a Saturday for 3 consecutive weeks already, or maybe because I've been drinking too much coffee and my heart palpitation's getting worse, or maybe because I'm just too lethargic to do anything.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Thursday. James invited (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;or shall I say "insisted"&lt;/span&gt;) that the gals and I watch the movie "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And I Love You So&lt;/span&gt;". At first, I'm like, "Holy effing crap, I'm not going to spend a single penny on a Bea Alonzo movie". Haha. But then, I wanted a breath of fresh air and a change of environment, I agreed (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aside from the fact that I wanted to bond with my teammates more and not get left behind with the "kwentuhan" that will happen the day after&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yes, we proceeded to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Trinoma&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3PM&lt;/span&gt; sharp (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James, Marriane, Ann and I&lt;/span&gt;), went to the grocery to buy food (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and made yet another "unplanned" expense -- I soooo wanted to try &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PureFoods-San Mig's Sizzling Sisig&lt;/span&gt; and I bought one!&lt;/span&gt;), went to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;KFC&lt;/span&gt; to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE&lt;/span&gt; food (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;damn, by the end of the week I probably haven't got any money to pay for my credit card bill&lt;/span&gt;), and then waited for the others (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Cris L, Donna, and Jen&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, it was okay. I don't think it was a tearjerker (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;it has not conquered the challenge of making me bawl like a child&lt;/span&gt;), though the story and the lines were quite unique. Another plus was that their "College Scene" was shot in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST&lt;/span&gt;, particularly in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST-AMV's view deck area &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;starring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UST's Main Building&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;). Haha. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I missed UST&lt;/span&gt;!!! And the movie was quite funny!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;But the heck, everyone's making fun of me, simply because some details in the movie are somewhat "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;connected&lt;/span&gt;" to my crush. First, Sam's character's name is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CHRIS&lt;/span&gt;, then second, one of their shooting spots was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Anawangin, Zambales&lt;/span&gt; (a&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;h basta, no need to explain further&lt;/span&gt;), and that Chris have been singing the song (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;same with title of the movie&lt;/span&gt;) for quite some time since Monday. Pfft. Asar talo.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;********&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August 22, 2009 &lt;/span&gt;- my dreaded &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"NBS Olympics"&lt;/span&gt; day.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ugh, I've always hated sportsfest! And I believe people with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ZERO ATHLETIC ABILITY&lt;/span&gt; like me will undoubtedly agree.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Today, we had an urgent meeting because we have to submit a list of participants for each game. Too bad, I was included in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;100m eggplant relay&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they claim that the participants in the said relay game were either "sawa sa talong" or "sabik sa talong". Haha. They categorized me in the latter&lt;/span&gt;.) and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eating Contest&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ngayon pang hindi na ako kasing lakat kumain gaya ng dati...hay&lt;/span&gt;). I just hope &amp; pray that I won't make a fool of myself by accidentally &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"tripping" &lt;/span&gt;while running (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;lampayatot ako, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CORRECTION,&lt;/span&gt; lampa lang pala pero hindi payatot&lt;/span&gt;), hope that the foods that we'll be required to eat won't be of "fear factor" material, and hope that whatever nasty-looking/tasting food is served on that silver platter, James will be able to finish them. Haha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MILO TEAM&lt;/span&gt; has raised the bar, and we definitely have to win. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GO MILO TEAM!&lt;/span&gt; Yey!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;font-weight: bold;"&gt;********&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woot. NBS - AU Retail Team never runs out of suprises.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Last Wednesday (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;OverTime&lt;/span&gt;), I was sitting almost next to Pammy when...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pammy:&lt;/span&gt; Soc, ok lang ba if papasok ka dito sa office ng Sat or Sun?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Hmmm, OK lang, pero mas OK kung Sabado...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pammy:&lt;/span&gt; Ano ka ba, sabi ko, either Sabado or Linggo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Bakit, anong meron?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pammy:&lt;/span&gt; Kasi ikaw ang magiging approver ng orders sa Ice Cream. September to April. Ano OK lang ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;inside my head:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;font-style: italic;"&gt;WTF?&lt;/span&gt;) Ha? Kelangan ko nabang sumagot ngayon? Nako-confuse ako!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pammy:&lt;/span&gt; Aba, ah ewan ko sayo, kausapin mo yung boss mo...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The heck. May sorpresa nanaman si Bossing. Kahit kelan talaga, ni hindi man lang nag-abiso or nanghingi ng opinyon bago sumagot dun sa isa. Hay. Shempre, since tinanggihan ko nang mag-ICR dati, nahihiya na akong tumanggi ngayon. Hay nako...tas may "private meeting" pa kami ni Boss Phoebe, na napaka-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CONFIDENTIAL&lt;/span&gt; nung usapan (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I opted to "withhold" the information kasi alam kong kapag nalaman ng iba yun, baka ika-gulo ng Retail yun&lt;/span&gt;). Rawr.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay, hay...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-852132606630240621?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/852132606630240621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=852132606630240621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/852132606630240621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/852132606630240621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/08/so-many-blog-topics-too-little-time.html' title='So many blog topics, too little time...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7863131693452504548</id><published>2009-08-11T01:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T05:08:30.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UAAP Season 72 Schedule - 2nd Round</title><content type='html'>From &lt;a href="http://quotethat.multiply.com/journal/item/20/UAAP_SEASON_72_ROUND_2_SCHEDULE" target="_blank"&gt;QUOTE THAT!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 13 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - Adamson vs La Salle&lt;br&gt;4 PM - Ateneo vs UE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 15 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - UP vs NU&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;4 PM - FEU vs UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 16 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - UE vs Adamson&lt;br&gt;4 PM - La Salle vs Ateneo&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 20 - Filoil Flying V Arena&lt;br&gt;2 PM - NU vs FEU&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" size="5"&gt;4 PM - UST vs UP&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 22 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - Adamson vs NU&lt;br&gt;4 PM - FEU vs UE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 23 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - UP vs La Salle &lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" size="5"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4 PM - Ateneo vs UST&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 27 - Filoil Flying V Arena&lt;br&gt;2 PM - UE vs UP&lt;br&gt;4 PM - Adamson vs FEU&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 29 - Filoil Flying V Arena&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" size="5"&gt;2 PM - UST vs NU&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;4 PM - La Salle vs UE&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;August 30 - Filoil Flying V Arena&lt;br&gt;2 PM - UP vs FEU&lt;br&gt;4 PM - Ateneo vs Adamson&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 3 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - NU vs Ateneo&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" size="5"&gt;4 PM - La Salle vs UST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 5 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - UE vs NU&lt;br&gt;4 PM - FEU vs La Salle&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 6 - Filoil Flying V Arena&lt;br&gt;2 PM - Ateneo vs UP&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" size="5"&gt;4 PM - UST vs Adamson&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 10 - Filoil Flying V Arena&lt;br&gt;2 PM - La Salle vs NU&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" size="5"&gt;4 PM - UE vs UST&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 12 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - Adamson vs UP&lt;br&gt;4 PM - Ateneo vs FEU&lt;br&gt;&lt;font style="font-weight: bold;color: rgb(255, 204, 102);" size="5"&gt;&lt;br&gt;September 13 - Araneta Coliseum&lt;br&gt;2 PM - Cheerdance Competition&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7863131693452504548?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7863131693452504548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7863131693452504548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7863131693452504548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7863131693452504548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/08/uaap-season-72-schedule-2nd-round.html' title='UAAP Season 72 Schedule - 2nd Round'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1326739994919966879</id><published>2009-08-09T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T06:11:52.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've improved!!!</title><content type='html'>Out of nowhere, I just decided to take the Dante's Infernos Test. I took it months ago (February) and I wanted to see if I've already gone further into the depths of hell or if I've managed to lift myself up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to &lt;i&gt;Purgatory!&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here is how you matched up against all the levels:&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table style="border: medium none;margin: 5px auto;background-color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family: arial,verdana,'sans serif';font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: normal;font-size: 10pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;-x-system-font: none;text-align: left;" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="font-family: arial,verdana,'sans serif';font-style: normal;font-variant: normal;font-weight: bold;font-size: 12pt;line-height: normal;font-size-adjust: none;font-stretch: normal;-x-system-font: none;text-align: center;color: rgb(255, 255, 255);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Level&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;th&gt;&lt;b&gt;Score&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/th&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 51);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#0" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Purgatory&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Repenting Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(196, 0, 51);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(17, 0, 34);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#1" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 1 - Limbo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Virtuous Non-Believers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(68, 102, 221);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(34, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#2" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Lustful)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(68, 102, 221);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(51, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#3" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Gluttonous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(170, 51, 170);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(68, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#4" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Prodigal and Avaricious)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(51, 68, 187);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(85, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#5" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 5&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Wrathful and Gloomy)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(255, 17, 51);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(102, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#6" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 6 - The City of Dis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Heretics)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(51, 68, 187);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Very Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(119, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#7" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 7&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Violent)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(170, 51, 170);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Moderate&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(136, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#8" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 8- the Malebolge&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Fraudulent, Malicious, Panderers)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(255, 17, 51);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;High&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="background-color: rgb(153, 0, 17);color: rgb(238, 238, 238);"&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-information.html#9" style="color: rgb(255, 51, 68);text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Level 9 - Cocytus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt; (Treacherous)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td style="padding: 4px;color: rgb(68, 102, 221);background-color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Low&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Take the &lt;a href="http://www.4degreez.com/misc/dante-inferno-test.mv"&gt;Dante's Inferno Hell Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;OMFG! I have improved!&lt;br&gt;Last February, I was damned into the 5th level of hell! Now I'm on Purgatory! Haha! &lt;br&gt;What a joy! :p&lt;br&gt;But still, my Wratful and Gloomy level comes close to second. Whew!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1326739994919966879?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1326739994919966879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1326739994919966879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1326739994919966879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1326739994919966879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-improved.html' title='I&amp;#39;ve improved!!!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2821598927075952268</id><published>2009-05-31T00:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T04:47:53.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ooops...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just had one of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"shocks of my life"&lt;/span&gt; moment (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;well, this certainly isn't the "most shocking" but it is still shocking&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was browsing &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friendster&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;waw, bagong-bago ha&lt;/span&gt;) and I was shocked to discover that...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;HE WHO MUST NOT BE NAMED&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(the guy that I've been talking about -- in this blog -- for like, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;YEARS&lt;/span&gt; already hahaha&lt;/span&gt;) has got a friendster account.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Opkors, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT&lt;/span&gt;. I opened his profile.&lt;br&gt;Opkors, I checked &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; if I was viewing files anonymously, or else, my cover will be blown.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yon, check, check. Thank God even his &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NON-FRIENDS&lt;/span&gt; can view his 'effing profile.&lt;br&gt;So I was able to fish information and move around his friendster profile.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, what have I discovered?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I HAVE JUST MADE A RATHER SHOCKING YET AMAZING DISCOVERY THAT WE ACTUALLY DON'T HAVE ANYTHING IN COMMON.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In fairness, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;papa-ble&lt;/span&gt; sya nung bata pa sya (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;nung nasa 20's pa sya&lt;/span&gt;), tas sobrang patay-na-patay ako dun sa picture nyang naka-formal wear sya (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at may buhok pa sya dun&lt;/span&gt;)...as in, ang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;GWAPOOOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/span&gt; waw. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pero...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...para syang chickboy eh (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though ngayon, sa pagkakaalam ko eh wala syang girlfriend&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;...na-diskubre ko ring talagang tomador sya at nag-i-smoke (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;though di naman sya chain smoker&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;...may hikaw sya sa tenga (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hahaha ambabaw-babaw talaga&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;...at marami pang iba...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...in short, parang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EPITOME OF A BAD BOY&lt;/span&gt; sya dun...as in, medyo mako-conclude mo yung ganong conclusion kapag nakita mo yung friendster account nya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...and in short, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SIYA&lt;/span&gt; yung parang perfect example ng mga &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;KINATATAKUTAN KONG LALAKE&lt;/span&gt;. Hehe&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yeah, yeah, I know...it is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;VERY SUPERFICIAL&lt;/span&gt; for me to judge him by the contents of his Friendster Account...pero di ba, your account also shows your personality. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And it somehow gave me a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FINALITY&lt;/span&gt; na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HINDI KAMI PAREHO NG WAVELENGTH&lt;/span&gt;!!! &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in short, HINDI KAMI COMPATIBLE. LOL!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, ewan. Sabi naman kasi nung mga officemates ko na super kilala sya personally eh &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SUPER BAIT&lt;/span&gt; daw nun, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MEGA-BUILD UP &lt;/span&gt;pa nga sila. Pero ewan, natakot ako sa kanya after seeing his friendster account.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Siguro nga, baka mga  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NERD&lt;/span&gt; at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BORING&lt;/span&gt; talaga yung hinahanap kong lalake. Haha goodluck.&lt;br&gt;Wah, natatakot na ako sa kanya!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 357px;height: 269px;" src="http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/DSC00298.jpg" title="Goodbye, C.R.C.!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ayan, nag-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;GOODBYE&lt;/span&gt; kiss na ako sa kanya. My &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FIRST&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LAST ON SCREEN KISS&lt;/span&gt; ever (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;haha parang artista lang ha...LOL!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2821598927075952268?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2821598927075952268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2821598927075952268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2821598927075952268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2821598927075952268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/ooops.html' title='Ooops...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4074458902137134635</id><published>2009-05-26T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T05:21:29.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Super F****** Pissed...</title><content type='html'>Actually, the terms &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"annoyed"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"pissed"&lt;/span&gt; are understatements...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My Aunt Cora just called minutes ago about the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;"car problem"&lt;/span&gt; that we have and she was told by my fugly un-cousin (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I haven't considered him a "cousin" for years, for crying out loud!&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;Edwin&lt;/span&gt; that we talked "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;daw&lt;/span&gt;" and he used my name/included my name &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OF COURSE, WITHOUT MY EFFING PERMISSION&lt;/span&gt; in an affidavit relating to the car's fucking insurance.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ah, I hate it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;How dare he use my name for his effing fugly transactions!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gawd, I wanna decimate him. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I would never want to lose my hard-earned CPA license under any circumstances, let alone because of that faggot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hate it, I hate it, I hate it!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;P.S. NEVER, as in, NEVER transact with a man named &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;EDWIN AZA�A&lt;/span&gt; everrrrrrrrrr!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Gawd, if ever I manage to get my hands on one if his fugly pictures I'd post it. Dammit!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4074458902137134635?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4074458902137134635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4074458902137134635' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4074458902137134635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4074458902137134635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/super-f-pissed.html' title='Super F****** Pissed...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3979507486886668719</id><published>2009-05-22T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:46:49.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday, Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hay...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alone here (&lt;em&gt;at the office&lt;/em&gt;) dahil nang-indyan yung ibang dapat mag-O-OT sa team rin namin this Saturday. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Decided to go to work today dahil feeling ko ang dami kong backlog -- nakakainis kasi yung &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ice Cream Account&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, sakit ng ulo everrrrrrr...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haha...good luck nalang talaga sa akin! ;p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I &lt;strong&gt;can't NOT GO TO WORK&lt;/strong&gt; today dahil ako ang gagawa ng DM download.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oh well, it's OK, enjoy naman ako eh, talagang naiinis lang ako dun sa Ice Cream Account na hawak ko. Rawr.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And I can't render OT during ordinary days kasi since nandito na yung &lt;strong&gt;South Africa Market&lt;/strong&gt; at nataong &lt;strong&gt;"committed seat"&lt;/strong&gt; yung workstation ko for shifting eh at exactly 3pm everyday eh evicted na ako sa pwest ko. Nakakahiya pa nga kahapon, past 3pm na ako umalis, siguro naaasar na sa akin yung ka-shift ko sa workstation (&lt;em&gt;na lalaki na dating MY market&lt;/em&gt;). Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kaya heto, magiging Sabado ang OT ko ngayon. No Sabado gimmicks for me (&lt;em&gt;especially kapag maraming backlog, kelangang pumasok&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Favorable naman sya sa akin kasi mas mahal ang OT pay during Saturdays (&lt;em&gt;with matching dagdag sa Meal and Transpo allowance, I dunno if there's an addition in our Wellness Allowance ha&lt;/em&gt;). Hahaha. Kailangang magpa-yaman. LOL.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3979507486886668719?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3979507486886668719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3979507486886668719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3979507486886668719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3979507486886668719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/saturday-saturday.html' title='Saturday, Saturday'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4474848296457272536</id><published>2009-05-22T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T06:04:09.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Entry #3</title><content type='html'>It happened today, May 22, 2009, Friday...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nasa CR ako...tas pagpasok ko, nandun si Kat (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;from MY dati pero sa SA market na sya ngayon&lt;/span&gt;), nag-ngitian lang kami...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Kat: Uwian nyo na...&lt;br&gt;Me: Oo, evicted na ako dun sa upuan eh...hehe. Ikaw, SA na?&lt;br&gt;Kat: Oo, kay Ms.Malou ako eh. Uy ikaw pala yung nanalong Ms.Oceania ha&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah...hehe..oo...napag-tripan lang ako nung mga yun&lt;br&gt;Kat: Haha ano ka ba hindi naman...BUTI SI "X2" YUNG NAKA-PARTNER MO, MABAIT NAMAN SI "X2" EH....&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah...eh...hehehe&lt;br&gt;Kat: Buti hindi si Rhett&lt;br&gt;Me: Ah, dapat nga si Rajen at Rhett, kaso KJ si THett, um-absent&lt;br&gt;Kat: Oo nga raw...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wah, shocking...nakakatawa...&lt;br&gt;Naka-attach na yung pangalan ko sa kanya. Wah kumusta naman yun?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas nagpa-GA pa si Sir Benjie...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Naku malapit sya sa pwesto ko &lt;br&gt;Pero medyo lumayo ako para...wala lang....hahaha ;p&lt;br&gt;Umiiwas...nyeeeeeeeee&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4474848296457272536?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4474848296457272536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4474848296457272536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4474848296457272536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4474848296457272536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/forbidden-entry-3.html' title='Forbidden Entry #3'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4114033355368790355</id><published>2009-05-22T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:47:00.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Entry #2</title><content type='html'>It happened yesterday, May 21, 2009, Thursday...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Announcement na ng panalo sa American Idol -- kung si Adam Lambert ba or si Kris Allen.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So punta naman kami sa pantry (James, JenRic, Ako, Donna, Nori, at may isa pa) para manood sa phone ni Gail.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas gulat ako, biglang pumasok si crush sa pantry para maghugas ng mug at kumuha ng coffee...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So nung nagpunta sya sa sink, kasalukuyan akong nasa water dispenser nun at kumukuha ng tubig...tas punta agad ako kila James...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Then out of nowhere...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Crush: Ngayon na ba ia-announce kung sino nanalo?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...parang in general nya in-address yung tanong pero paglingon ko, sa akin sya nakatingin....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Oo, ngayon na yung season finale...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas eh di yan, tinawag na yung Telescope Audit para sa results...gulat ako kasi pumunta sya sa amin para makinood. Wala lang, kasi he's not shown any interest on AI naman kahit noon pang magkakalapit kami ng pwesto, ni hindi nga sya nakikibalita. Tas biglang nung moment na yun, nakinood sya. Tas yun, katabi pa nga nya si James, tas eto namang si James, umusog palikod, akala nya ako yung katabi nya sa kabila para magkatabi kami. Ang addict nun.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So yon, in-announce na si Kris Allen (Congrats, Kris!) yung nanalo, so todo rejoice si James tas labas kami.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas napansin kong malapit lang sa pantry si Craig at dinig sa labas yung tv, so bumalik ako sa pantry...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Me: Huy, guys, dinig hanggang labas yung tv, hinaan nyo, saka nandyan sa malapit si Craig...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...eh kumukuha sya ng coffee nun. Ang weird lang kasi nung pumasok ako sa pantry, ang tagal nyang nakatingin, parang nakakita ng multo (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;natakot?!&lt;/span&gt;) Hahaha&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4114033355368790355?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4114033355368790355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4114033355368790355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4114033355368790355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4114033355368790355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/forbidden-entry-2.html' title='Forbidden Entry #2'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-7518036047701379390</id><published>2009-05-22T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T05:39:57.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forbidden Entry #1</title><content type='html'>It happened last May 15, 2009, Friday,  same day ng Oceania First Anniversary &amp; Awarding ng Mr.&amp; Ms.Oceania.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The day before kasi, nagkasalubong kami ni crush...tas sobrang hindi ako makatingin sa kanya...as in nagkunyari akong may inaayos sa damit ko para lang hindi ko sya tignan.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas that day, umaga, nanghiram ako ng dyaryo kay Sese. Tas nung natapos na akong magbasa, pumunta ulit ako sa kanya para isauli...nung papunta na ako, nagkasalubong kami ni Crush sa pantry...tas ayun, binati ko sya (yung nagtaas ng 2 kilay) tas nagulat ako kasi sya nagtaas ng 2 kilay tas nag-smile pa sya sa akin. Haha in fairness, mabait parin naman sya kahit nalaman nyang crush ko sya. Hahaha. Ang gwapo gwapo nya SA PANINGIN KO nung moment na yun as in. Haha.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas nung hapon, habang nag-aayos kami for the party, busy ako sa clearing of rebates and ullages nang biglang lumapit si Boss Phoebe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe:&lt;/span&gt; Soc, busy ka ba?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Ah medyo. Bakit?&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoebe:&lt;/span&gt; Tulungan mo naman si *crush* sa pantry gumawa ng fruit cocktail&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hmmm bakit fruit cocktail lang yung gagawin? haha&lt;/span&gt;* What?! *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;scrunches my face&lt;/span&gt;*&lt;br&gt;        Ayaw ko, Phoebe, ayaw ko&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JenRic:&lt;/span&gt; Uy Soc, boss mo yung nag-uutos, hindi pwedeng tumanggi...&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Wag mo ko iiwanan ha, Phoebe...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...tas yun, punta naman kami sa pantry. Lo and behold, nandun nga sya, binubuksan yung lata ng fruit cocktail (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;at nahihirapan sya&lt;/span&gt;). Nataon namang wala syang suot na jacket at naka-white t-shirt sya so kitang-kita ko yung "katawan" nya...hahaha (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so pinagnasahan ko naman?! LOL!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas inaya ni James na bumaba si Phoebe para mag-ayos sa venue, sabi ni Phoebe, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Soc baba lang ako"&lt;/span&gt;, sabi ko ayaw kong maiwan na si crush lang yung kasama, kaya sabi ni James, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Phoebe, si Soc nalang isasama ko sa baba"&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay James, saviour kita that moment!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tas nung nasa baba na kami, nag-aayos ng venue, bumaba naman sya with this other male peeps para ibaba yung mugs...pagpasok nya...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Crush: Naiba yung Milo Room ha&lt;br&gt;Me: Oo nga, lumiit&lt;br&gt;Crush: Ha?!&lt;br&gt;Me: Sabi ko lumiit yung Milo Room&lt;br&gt;Crush: Ah...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wala lang, ambingi bingi lang. Hahaha ;p&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-7518036047701379390?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/7518036047701379390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=7518036047701379390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7518036047701379390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/7518036047701379390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/forbidden-entry-1.html' title='Forbidden Entry #1'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-828691275459929506</id><published>2009-05-18T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T21:05:31.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check...yet again...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;An interesting conversation...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hay, ano ba yan, 6 na nga lang yung lalake sa SA Market, ang cha-chaka pa!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ows, talaga? Walang gwapo?!&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oo...hmp, palibhasa mababa naman standards mo (referring to crush, kasi di naman sya gwapo no!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Hmp, wala naman sa hitsura yun no (aanhin ko yung gwapo nga kung chaka naman yung ugali no...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;*nakakabinging katahimikan for 5 seconds*&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Pero alam mo, masakit yung kay Soc no&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ang alin?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;kasi alam mong walang pag-asa&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ha?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;James:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ano nga ulit na kanta yun? Yung umaasa...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Me:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Oy, di naman ako umaasa no...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sapul.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Haha. Tinablan ako dun ah, in fairness. Totoo pala.&lt;br&gt;Enough of this &lt;strong&gt;BS&lt;/strong&gt;. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-828691275459929506?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/828691275459929506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=828691275459929506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/828691275459929506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/828691275459929506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/reality-checkyet-again.html' title='Reality Check...yet again...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4293442418459386266</id><published>2009-05-17T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T06:07:46.347-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;br&gt;Super ecstatic last Friday because I managed to SURVIVE unscathed.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;However, I still have to face the sharks and suffer the aftermath.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Life, life.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So help me God...&lt;br&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4293442418459386266?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4293442418459386266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4293442418459386266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4293442418459386266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4293442418459386266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/monday-monday.html' title='Monday, Monday'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4557152715750925336</id><published>2009-05-12T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T03:21:50.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a "Sarah" in the making. Pfft.</title><content type='html'>Oh no...I'm slowly becoming like one of the characters in my favorite movie!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Pfft.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Now I can finally say that I'm soooo like Sarah from the movie "Love Actually". Only, I'm retarded, more stupid, more hopeless, more &lt;span style="font-style: italic;text-decoration: underline;"&gt;"torpe"&lt;/span&gt;... In short, the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MORE DYSFUNCTIONAL&lt;/span&gt; version.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt17/freijadelacroix/sarahandkarl.jpg" alt="Karl and Sarah from the movie &amp;quot;Love Actually&amp;quot;" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jeez, please don't tell me I'll have to repeat doing this.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i593.photobucket.com/albums/tt17/freijadelacroix/tomeyouareperfect.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4557152715750925336?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4557152715750925336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4557152715750925336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4557152715750925336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4557152715750925336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-in-making-pfft.html' title='I&amp;#39;m a &amp;quot;Sarah&amp;quot; in the making. Pfft.'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-881572722208836724</id><published>2009-05-11T17:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T21:03:37.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Funny (but boggling) realization...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Ang weird ng mga babae no?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sabi nga sa isang kanta, kapag nililigawan mo, aayaw-ayaw, pero kapag inayawan mo naman, hahabol habol. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Na-realize ko, weird rin pala ako (at &lt;em&gt;babae rin pala ako! Kahit hindi halata! Haha...but don't get me wrong, I'm NOT lesbo. Haha&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Napagtanto kong happy na ako sa pa-crush-crush lang, sa simpleng patingin-tingin, sa simpleng pa-hi-hi, sa pagche-cherish ng &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"kilig moments",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; etcetera. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Naisip kong dapat i-enjoy ko lang yung time. Dapat lang i-enjoy yung kilig moments. Kapag pinansin ka, eh di rejoice! Kapag nagkatinginan kayo, eh di smile lang sa sarili. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sabi nga sa book ni Paulo Coelho na "Eleven Minutes", LOVE WITHOUT EXPECTING ANYTHING IN RETURN.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Oo nga naman. Kasi kapag nag-expect ka na, dun na, sira na ang lahat.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Never Assume. Never Expect. Never Demand.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Yun lang ;p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-881572722208836724?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/881572722208836724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=881572722208836724' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/881572722208836724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/881572722208836724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/funny-but-boggling-realization.html' title='A Funny (but boggling) realization...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-963847445788027915</id><published>2009-05-11T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T01:47:51.289-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God is good -- All the Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><title type='text'>Now I know, Now I know...</title><content type='html'>I've realized a great truth about myself &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TODAY&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I've realized that I'm still &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;REALLY IMMATURE&lt;/span&gt; when it comes to the matters of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've easily mistaken &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;INFATUATION&lt;/span&gt; as &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LOVE&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot of times already&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOPE, I think NO RELATIONSHIP FOR ME &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll just enjoy the kilig moments, the stolen glances, and the meeting of stares. Teehee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-963847445788027915?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/963847445788027915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=963847445788027915' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/963847445788027915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/963847445788027915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/now-i-know-now-i-know.html' title='Now I know, Now I know...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1998989173232542708</id><published>2009-05-08T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T06:23:46.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OMFG!!!</title><content type='html'>Ako ay masayang nagba-browse ng Facebook.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Isa-isa kong tinitignan ang mga friends ng friends ko para mai-add ang kung sino mang friend ko na hindi ko pa contact sa FB.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Nagulantang ako nang...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;...makita ko ang aking former-love-interest nung college days (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na nagngangalang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JBES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) sa FB na ang Profile picture ay naka-&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;swimming trunks&lt;/span&gt;!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WTF?!&lt;/span&gt; Mukha syang &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;bakla!&lt;/span&gt; Haha...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;font-style: italic;"&gt;P.S. &lt;/span&gt;Kaya pala &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;text-decoration: underline;font-style: italic;"&gt;KEBER&lt;/span&gt; lang sya kahit nalaman nyang madly in-love ako sa kanya. Tsk tsk.&lt;br&gt;Hindi umubra yung &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"TO ME, YOU ARE PERFECT"&lt;/span&gt; gimmick ng movie na &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;"LOVE ACTUALLY"&lt;/span&gt;. Pfft.&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1998989173232542708?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1998989173232542708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1998989173232542708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1998989173232542708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1998989173232542708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/05/omfg.html' title='OMFG!!!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6060882641964627945</id><published>2009-04-14T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T05:28:50.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Head Over Heels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Your Tagalog-to-Your Country&apos;s Language Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Flabbergasted'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Great Depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>Talk about thwarting your OWN budding lovelife.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay. I never knew my stupidity can reach these heights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have this huge crush on an office mate. Super huge crush. Actually, bordering on being in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't really like the idea of having a "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;crush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;" on him for several reasons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He's 10 effing years older than me.&lt;br /&gt;2. He's not the one who fits my standards &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;PHYSICALLY&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he's shorter than the usual height of my usual crushes, he's got a goatee -- but sometimes, it looks cute on him, he's soooo bad boy-ish, he's not "maputi" like my usual crushes, blah-blah&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;3. He's got some "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;vices&lt;/span&gt;" that I don't like (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;he likes to drink with his teammates, too ma-gimmick, he smokes&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;4. His type of girls are those who are &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;super not like me. &lt;/span&gt;In short, I don't think I am his type (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you know how "shallow" men can sometimes be -- they dig a girl just because of her looks or her hot bod&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I have been crushing on him since January, and I've tried my very best to "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;kill&lt;/span&gt;" these feelings, but to no avail. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I failed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've noticed something. I dunno, maybe I'm just assuming or "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;seeing things&lt;/span&gt;", but I think he likes me too. Haha. (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't elaborate why I had this conclusion, I'll just keep it to myself&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So then, this morning, I was so giddy (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and so high school-ish) that I shared this info with my teammates --&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;James, Ann and Phoebe&lt;/span&gt;). Of course, they're gonna tease me, and I'm joking around like, "&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mukhang kailangan ko nang mag-salamin ha, lumalabo na mata ko pati taste k&lt;/span&gt;o". Of course, he and his friends are gonna hear it -- their workstations are just on the other side of ours. And then my teammates started pairing me up with someone else (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na hindi ko naman crush talaga&lt;/span&gt;). Then later on, I noticed na natahimik yung grupo nila, then out of the blue, he blurted out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;CRUSH:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wally, sa palagay mo ba, tagilid na ako?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TEAMMATE NYA:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Naku, di ko alam eh, si Neri yung magaling sa ganyan..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OMFG. OMFG. OMFG.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's say he really likes me. And he heard that, of course, at some point it is going to discourage him to make any move, right? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Plus the fact na nanlait pa ako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh. I hate myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of my brain says that I don't want him to be discouraged. I want him to take the chance, court me, and see where matters end. But a part of my brain says I'm not ready, that I'm just having an "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;overinfatuation momen&lt;/span&gt;t", and that he's 10 years my senior (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;too shallow, right?!&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments later that event, I'm torn. Torn between letting things go and walking up to him and saying that I like him (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;wahaha exaggerated&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought things over, I realized that I panicked not because he's not going to like or court me anymore, but because I'd hate it if he will hate me because I bashed him bigtime (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I believe he's got a pretty good idea that I have a crush on him&lt;/span&gt;). Yes, maybe I'll just do something to make it up to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the courting idea? I dunno. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Maybe I'm not yet really ready for a relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Ow, God. Save me. Please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do something about it, I talked to a teammate who's a former &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;office mate-slash-teammate&lt;/span&gt; of his &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I am pretty sure that her loyalty is with me and not with him&lt;/span&gt;). I asked her, please tell me something bad about him so that this crazy thing will end. And she's like, "sorry, but he's a really, really good person. I'd really like the 2 of you to be a couple but since you don't want things to go further because you think this is a hopeless case."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, jeez. Now my heart's beating like a drum. Worse this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She even told me about his love life -- he once lived around Bonifacio Avenue near his bestfriend's and ex-girlfriend's houses. He and his ex were steady for 5 years. Sadly, he discovered that his best friend and his ex girlfriend were having an affair. Pfft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay. Imbes na ma-turnoff ako, parang lalo pa akong na-inlove. One-woman man pala sya. LOL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said na meron daw siyang kumare na niligawan nun, pero yung girl, di pa maka-get over sa ex kaya di nya sinagot si crush. So nag-ask ako ng info about that woman. Ayun, makinis raw yung girl, malakas ang dating, maraming manliligaw, and I'm like "the heck. He likes the "crush ng bayan"...get over your pag-fi-feeling!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I have a way to get over him: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll just think of how ugly I am compared to that woman. Para maisip ko na he's not going to waste any time on me because I'm not really his type. Haha.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodluck. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;God help me please.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6060882641964627945?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6060882641964627945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6060882641964627945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6060882641964627945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6060882641964627945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/04/talk-about-thwarting-your-own-budding.html' title='Talk about thwarting your OWN budding lovelife.'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1103231002025732924</id><published>2009-04-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T00:25:53.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baguiong-Baguio na kami!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Haha. Super slack.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Lahat ng tao excited na for our Baguio Trip. Ayan, wala nang nagta-trabaho sa AU-Retail Team. Yung iba nag-chichismisan, nag-aahit ng kilay, nag-gi-green jokes moment, etcetera. Haha.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Gusto na naming umalis. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;:p&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;P.S. Baka ma-single out nanaman ang groups namin. Mga pasaway kasi, ang iingay. Hahaha :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1103231002025732924?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1103231002025732924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1103231002025732924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1103231002025732924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1103231002025732924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/04/baguiong-baguio-na-kami.html' title='Baguiong-Baguio na kami!!!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3176513885673230991</id><published>2009-03-31T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-31T05:35:33.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Kid</title><content type='html'>Remember &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alfie Patten&lt;/span&gt;? The angelic-faced, 13 year old kid from UK (I think) who became a father to Maisie? Turns out that he isn't the father of the cute baby.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;DNA reports show that he isn't the biological father. And a family friend of Stedman (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Chantelle, Alfie's girlfriend and Maisie's mother&lt;/span&gt;) said that he's been scammed -- he was just used by Chantelle to earn money from the issue.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aw poor kid.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Aw Chantelle. Tsk tsk *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;* *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;whore&lt;/span&gt;* *&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cough&lt;/span&gt;* (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ugh, i hate her!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just know that Alfie was a really sweet kid. Too bad.&lt;br&gt;But looks like his life isn't screwed up after all. :p&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3176513885673230991?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3176513885673230991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3176513885673230991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3176513885673230991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3176513885673230991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/poor-kid.html' title='Poor Kid'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3029844882502936577</id><published>2009-03-28T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T18:54:12.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UST Graduating Student Survey</title><content type='html'>--&gt; Got this from Ciara :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. ANO STUDENT NUMBER MO?&lt;br&gt;- 2003-006067&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;2. NAG-UST KA BA DAHIL DI KA PUMASA SA UP O ATENEO?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi naman ako nag-exam sa lahat ng Top 4 -- UP at UST lang yung sinubukan ko (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ang mahal kaya sa La Salle at Ateneo&lt;/span&gt;). Eh yung UP naman pinapapunta ako sa probinsya...ayaw ko nga.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. ANO FIRST CHOICE MO?&lt;br&gt;- BS Accountancy, BS Biology Second Choice&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;4. ANO PABORITO MONG KARINDERYA?&lt;br&gt;- Marami eh...Almers', Liempuhan, Love Light, Food Corner&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;.&lt;br&gt;5. MAGKANO ANG PAMASAHE SA DYIP NUNG NAG-AARAL KA PA?&lt;br&gt;- inabot ko pa yung 4 pesos...pero pag-graduate ko 6 pesos na&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. NARANASAN MO NA BANG MABAHA SA UST?&lt;br&gt;- Oo...na-istranded nga ako, di ako nakauwi&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. ANO ORG MO?&lt;br&gt;- JPIA, UST-AMV SC SSGC Committee, Scarlet (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;na up to now eh di ko parin gets ang tunay na objectives nila&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. NAG ROTC KA BA?&lt;br&gt;- Nope. Nagsawa na ako dyan nung COCC saka CAT no. Give me a break :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. KAMPEON BA ANG TIGERS NUNG NAG-AARAL KA O IKAW ANG MALAS SA KANILA?&lt;br&gt;- Yep! Nung 4th year kami champs ang UST sa basketball. And buong taon ko sa UST overall champions!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. KABISADO MO BA ANG UST HYMN?&lt;br&gt;- Yep. Sinigurado kong memorized ko na sya nung huli ko syang kinanta sa graduation!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. NABISITA MO BA ANG UST MORGUE?&lt;br&gt;- Nope. Pero nakakita ako ng corpses sa mga rooms.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. SINO PINAKASIKAT NA ARTISTANG TOMASINO ANG KILALA MO NOON?&lt;br&gt;- Haha. Sikat ba si Piolo? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. NAKA-HONOR KA BA?&lt;br&gt;- Hinde. Haha. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. ANO FAVORITE SUBJECTS MO?&lt;br&gt;- Accounting Subjects. As ever.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. ANO NAMAN ANG PINAKAAYAW MO?&lt;br&gt;- BA Subjects! Inaantok ako! Saka tax, kasi walang kwenta yung profs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. NAKAPAGSWIMMING KA BA SA POOL NG USTE?&lt;br&gt;- Hinde. Hindi ako kumuha ng swimming P.E.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. NAKASALUBONG KA BA NG PARING NAG-JO-JOGGING SA FIELD NUNG NAG-AARAL KA PA?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi pa ata.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;18. NANAGINIP KA BANG MAKASAYAW TULAD NG MGA TAGA-SALINGGAWI?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi eh. Ahahahaha. Malay ko sa pagsasayaw. Folk Dance nga lang, asiwa na ako eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. ANO PINAKAMAGANDANG UNIFORM PARA SAYO?&lt;br&gt;- CFAD. I like it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. ANO NAMAN ANG PINAKAPANGIT NA UNIFORM?&lt;br&gt;- No offense, yung uniform sa Engineering (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;kasi mukha raw janitor&lt;/span&gt;) saka yung sa AB (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;parang andaming school na may ganung uniform...one time yung friend ko napagkamalang taga-*toot -- isang jollogs sa school&lt;/span&gt;)   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3029844882502936577?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3029844882502936577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3029844882502936577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3029844882502936577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3029844882502936577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ust-graduating-student-survey.html' title='UST Graduating Student Survey'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2322982343709549298</id><published>2009-03-22T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T04:55:23.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The good side and the bad side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March 22, 2009 - Sunday&lt;/span&gt; - Woke up early (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;around 8am...so early na pala sa akin y&lt;/span&gt;un) because I have to attend my new goddaughter's christening.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay ninang na naman ako.&lt;/span&gt; Of course, they say it'll be bad luck for you if you say no, and I have no plans of saying "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NO&lt;/span&gt;" because the father of that kid is my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;closest pinsan-slash-kinakapatid&lt;/span&gt; named Kuya Mark. He just got home from Dubai and they celebrated Ysheen Annica's Christening and First Birthday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In fairness, na-miss ko si pinsan. Sya yung legendary ka-partner ko nung kabataan ko at sumayaw kami ng "Mga Kababayan Ko" (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ni Francis M&lt;/span&gt;) sa club ng tito ko, sabay may mga hapon na naghagis ng lapad sa amin. Hahaha. Bata pa prosti na. :p&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;*****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;/div&gt;On the contrary, meron din (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;actually, marami&lt;/span&gt;) naman akong mga kamag-anak na kinabibwisitan. Normal naman yun, di ba? Yung mga kamag-anak na tipong kapag may pera sila eh di ka kilala, pero kapag kailangan ka nila eh mega-tawag at text sayo. Ang eepal.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take for example etong mga kamag-anak ko sa mother's side. Hindi naman ikinakaila na hindi namin "solo" yung pag-aari ng kotse -- hati dyan yung mommy ko saka yung tita ko sa Japan. Tas eto namang isang pamilya eh pilit nagsusumiksik at nagpipilit na sa kanila raw i-park yung kotse kasi ganito, ganyan, blah blah blah...and they're expecting me to pay 5.000 every month (para dun sa bayad ng kotse) na susunduin at ihahatid nalang raw ako everyday. And I'm like, "magbabayad ako ng 5,000 a month na parang nakiki-service lang, when in fact sasakyan naman namin yun? To hell with that!". Parang might as well bumili nalang ako ng sarili kong sasakyan. Nakakainis. Saka ang mahal kaya ng 5,000 para sa sundo at hatid no. Ang sarap ipakain sa kanila nung sasakyan. Badtrip.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2322982343709549298?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2322982343709549298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2322982343709549298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2322982343709549298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2322982343709549298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/good-side-and-bad-side.html' title='The good side and the bad side...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4243916988344961397</id><published>2009-03-19T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T20:44:01.259-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ka-abnoyan...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Wala lang.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;May bago akong crush sa office.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kaya lang...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...crush rin sya ng supervisor ko eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa... :p&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4243916988344961397?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4243916988344961397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4243916988344961397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4243916988344961397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4243916988344961397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ka-abnoyan.html' title='Ka-abnoyan...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-6157990452003663210</id><published>2009-03-18T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T22:29:39.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Disappointment + Reality Check = Depression</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Hmph. Pffft.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My South Africa work shadowing dreams have been crushed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My teammate Diane (&lt;em&gt;she'll also transfer to the new market&lt;/em&gt;) emailed me...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; Kelan kaya tayo mag-i-start pumasok ng 3pm-12am?&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Di ko alam eh, walang balita...&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Kasi alam ko, kahapon, nag-meeting na yung mga magwo-workshadow, sila&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;blah-blah-blah&lt;/strong&gt;...then may meeting rin sila mamaya. April 20 na yung alis nila. Teka, di ba interested kang mag-workshadow?&lt;br&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M:&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Ay ganun? *&lt;u&gt;silently realizes something&lt;/u&gt;* Wala namang sinabi sa akin. Ewan ko. Anyway, di naman sure kung masasama ako eh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hay. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm broken-hearted&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, once again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Well, it's not like I am &lt;strong&gt;DYING&lt;/strong&gt; to work shadow (&lt;em&gt;haha, di raw. Bakit kaya ako na-depress&lt;/em&gt;?!) . I'm just interested -- &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;very interested actually&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; -- because I know that it will be a great learning experience and I know that it will boost my professional profile as a CPA. Not every employee has the opportunity (&lt;em&gt;and the luck&lt;/em&gt;) to be sent abroad by the company.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And then I realized a sad reality. When I heard the names of the people who are going, I was like, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Holy crap! These people are very knowledgeable in AR SAP...end-to-end, not to mention. And their working experiences are very rich compared to mine. I'd be an amateur when juxtaposed to these people!"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Kunsabagay&lt;/em&gt;, I'm not really included in the official list of work &lt;em&gt;shadow-ers&lt;/em&gt;. Nung nalaman kong lilipat ako ng market eh may list na, di ako nakapag-express ng intention to workshadow before pa makabuo ng plan. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;And of course, they'd be very choosy in picking the associates who are worthy (&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;and READY&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;) to work shadow. They won't be sending morons to deal with the transferring market, of course.&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Well, maybe it's not really meant to be.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hay, hay. So sad.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-6157990452003663210?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/6157990452003663210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=6157990452003663210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6157990452003663210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/6157990452003663210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/disappointment-reality-check-depression.html' title='A Disappointment + Reality Check = Depression'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1436614728486615781</id><published>2009-03-18T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:22:39.349-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am in love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;...with this guy!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img alt="Anoopilicious" src="http://i108.photobucket.com/albums/n37/the_x_factor/Anoopilicious.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt; &lt;p&gt;...Marry me, Anoop *swoons*&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1436614728486615781?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1436614728486615781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1436614728486615781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1436614728486615781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1436614728486615781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-in-love.html' title='I am in love...'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2380043312768046196</id><published>2009-03-18T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:36:32.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love yesterday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;I love yesterday, &lt;strong&gt;March 18, 2009.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;My day didn't start well due to my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;crappy&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; driving. And I was stupid enough to almost bump the car into a big, stray rock. My mom almost killed me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But there are so many good things that reversed my mood. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hear ye, Blessings!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;First&lt;/strong&gt;, the Intermediate and Advanced Excel Training went well. I've learned a lot and I've improved my Excel skills.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Second&lt;/strong&gt;, I've received a text message from the credit card company stating that my credit card application has been approved! Yey!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Third&lt;/strong&gt;, I got the results of my fecalysis exam and the results were great! (&lt;em&gt;I won't elaborate, don't worry&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fourth&lt;/strong&gt;, Anoop Desai (&lt;em&gt;wow obsessed&lt;/em&gt;) sang well on AI and I'm dead sure he's safe today.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;...and lastly, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;I'm already regular here in Nestle! Yey!&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LOL&lt;/strong&gt; - &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;L&lt;/u&gt;ove you, &lt;u&gt;O&lt;/u&gt;h &lt;u&gt;L&lt;/u&gt;ord!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (0_0)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2380043312768046196?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2380043312768046196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2380043312768046196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2380043312768046196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2380043312768046196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-love-yesterday.html' title='I love yesterday!!!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-2813992749649860342</id><published>2009-03-18T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T15:20:32.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UST Survey</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Got this from JenSun. Walang magawa sa office eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Napuntahan mo na ba ang lahat ng bldgs sa campus?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi. Bilang lang yung napuntahan ko eh. Hahaha. Wala akong "lakwatsa" life nun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Nakapunta ka na sa may Graduate School?&lt;br&gt;- Dumaan lang. Hehehe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;3. Nakipagkita ka na sa may lovers' lane? &lt;br&gt;- Hinde. Nakiki-appreciate lang kami ng ganda ng Xmas lights sa mga puno kapag Xmas.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;4. Nakaupo/tambay ka na ba sa gilid ng mga halaman sa carpark?&lt;br&gt;- Yep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;5. Tumatambay ka ba sa TYK para magpalamig?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi ako nakapasok sa TYK eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;6. E sa Lib? Anong section? &lt;br&gt;- Napuntahan at natambayan ko na lahat ng section sa Library (feeling nerd)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;7. Eh sa tuktok ng Main?&lt;br&gt;- Hinde. Di ba may multo dun?! Yung paring pugot yung ulo?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. Ano ang Joli's? &lt;br&gt;- What the f***?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;9. Saan ang Asturias?&lt;br&gt;- Dun sa may Jollibee yun eh. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;10. Na-experience mo na ba maghealth service?&lt;br&gt;- Yep. Nung 1st year, yung may check-up. Saka nung nagpagamot ako ng sugat nung 3rd year.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;11. Paano ang usapang baha? &lt;br&gt;- Wahahahaha. Ayaw ko nang maalala.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;12. Ano ang pinakamahal na fast food resto sa carpark?&lt;br&gt;- Hotshots ata. Di ko nakainan lahat eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;13. San ka napakain sa dapitan? &lt;br&gt;- Jollibee. Saka dun sa nagtitinda ng masarap na Ham&amp;Cheese burger, I forgot the name.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;14. Saan McDo ka kumakain? Carpark o Lacson?&lt;br&gt;- Carpark. Nakakatamad pa lumabas eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;15. Ilan ang Jollibee sa Dapitan? &lt;br&gt;- Dalawa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;16. Gusto mo ba uniform mo?&lt;br&gt;- Medyo. Pants kasi kaya ok eh. Saka ayaw ko ng puti. Dumihing bata ako eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;17. Nainggit ka na ba sa uniform ng ibang college dahil ayaw mo yung uniform ng college mo?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi naman. Pero trip ko yung sa CFAD.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;18. May picture ka na ba sa harap ng Main?&lt;br&gt;- Yep. Sa class pictures.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;19. With Benavides? &lt;br&gt;- Yep. Sa class pic rin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;20. E kasama yung higanteng UST letters na palipat lipat sa campus?&lt;br&gt;- Wala pa!!! Greatest frustration ko yun!!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;21. Nakagamit ka na ng toilet sa Main?&lt;br&gt;- Yep.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;22. Nakadaan ka na ba sa Arch of the Centuries?&lt;br&gt;- Shempers. Nung Welcoming Rites saka nung Exit chuva.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;23. Sinong may pinaka-ASTIG na uniform?&lt;br&gt;- CFAD. Ang swanget nung bagong accounting uniform.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;24. Naging addict ka ba sa UAAP dahil sa Tigers?&lt;br&gt;- Yep yep. Lalo na nung 2006.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;25. Nakakita ka na ba ng nag-yoyosi sa tapat ng "No Smoking" sign sa may gate ng campus?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi pa naman. Palagi lang sila dun sa gate.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;26. Na-experience mo na ba ang late suspension ng classes dahil may bagyo?&lt;br&gt;- Oo. Lalo na nung first year college.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;27. Ano ang feeling? &lt;br&gt;- Masaya pero badtrip. Ang late nila mag-declare.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;28. Excited ka ba pag malapit na ang Paskuhan?&lt;br&gt;- Yep. Though once lang ako nakapunta (4th year na)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;29. Bakit oo? Bakit hindi?&lt;br&gt;- May fireworks, may free food, cam whoring, saka quality time with friends.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;30. Nakikitingin ka ba ng results ng USTET sa catwalk?&lt;br&gt;- Yep. Kahit wala akong kilala.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;31. Pumila ka na ba sa ATM machine sa Main?&lt;br&gt;- Nope. Wala pa akong ATM nun. Poorita ako eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;32. Taga-saang college kba?&lt;br&gt;- AMV College of Accountancy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;33. Course?&lt;br&gt;- BS Accountancy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;34. Yr?&lt;br&gt;- Graduated 2007&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;35. Building?&lt;br&gt;- AMV Building-slash-Carpark&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;36. Ilan sections? &lt;br&gt;- 8 Sections pero yung up to 6th lang yung naka-graduate on time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;37. Miss mo na UST?&lt;br&gt;- Yep! Sobra! Huli akong nagpunta dun eh April 2008 pa ata!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;38. Ano ang Quadricentennial Park dati?&lt;br&gt;- Colayco Park-slash-Coop dati. Wala lang, pandagdag aesthetics lang sa school.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;39. Saan makikita ang playground?&lt;br&gt;- Educ Building.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;40. Anong ang tinanggal nila sa harap ng Central Library para itayo yung walang kwentang TYK? &lt;br&gt;- Yung mga may life-size statues ng mga pari.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;41. Para sa'yo, saan pinakamadaming magaganda?&lt;br&gt;- Accounting. Wah biased. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;42. E pinakamadaming guwapo? &lt;br&gt;- Sa Engineering (nandun yung ultimate college crush ko), sa Accounting (si El Presidente) at sa Medicine (nandun yung mga papables na gwapo, mayaman at matalino.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;43. Saan makikita ang Tennis Court? &lt;br&gt;- Sa Seminary Gym, dun sa pinapa-enroll-lan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;44. Saan makikita ang Chinese Engravings?&lt;br&gt;- Ewan. Meron ba nun?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;45. Bago ang Carpark, ano ang patok na kainan dati sa loob ng USTe?&lt;br&gt;- Coop!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;46. Saan makikita ang seal ng Spain?&lt;br&gt;- Ewan.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;47. Gaano kalalim ang swimming pool?&lt;br&gt;- Ewan, di ako nag-swimmming ng PE eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;48. May canteen ba sa Main Building?&lt;br&gt;- Di ko alam eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;49. Alam mo bang may ilang camera na nakakalat sa campus?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi. Sabi ko sayo di ko nalakwatsa buong Uste nun eh.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;50. Ilan ang giant statues sa taas ng main building?&lt;br&gt;- Hindi ko binibilang eh. Basta marami.&lt;br&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-2813992749649860342?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/2813992749649860342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=2813992749649860342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2813992749649860342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/2813992749649860342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/ust-survey.html' title='UST Survey'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-4900318528613949184</id><published>2009-03-15T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T20:07:22.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Get Your Tagalog-to-Your Country&apos;s Language Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A CPA&apos;s Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Me-Myself-and-I'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dead Meat'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Randomities'/><title type='text'>Petix Mode</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Hay nako.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Super petix mode dito sa office. Got nothing to do but surf the net and sulk. (&lt;em&gt;Hahahaha&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I'm doing nothing in the office. I feel sooo...&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;UNPRODUCTIVE&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then why am I not doing anything? Well, it's a long story, and mind you, I didn't sign up for this. It just happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm effing bored. To death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, I'm not wishing to be super busy that I can't have restroom breaks. I'm just wishing that I'm doing something work-related.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I decided not to post this entry in my multiply; My officemates (&lt;em&gt;who are on my contacts list&lt;/em&gt;) will be able to read these grievances (&lt;em&gt;and I don't want them to&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, the perks of having a blog that's unknown to everyone you know (&lt;em&gt;only a few knows this site; most of the people who pass by this blog don't know me personally, so who cares?!)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just hope that I won't be busted for using company internet connection. Heehee, it's a stupid wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, I'll just keep on wallowing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ciao.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-4900318528613949184?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/4900318528613949184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=4900318528613949184' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4900318528613949184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/4900318528613949184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/petix-mode.html' title='Petix Mode'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-493682847454671049</id><published>2009-03-12T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:47:19.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's nice to be back!!!</title><content type='html'>Ah, my computer's fixed now, once again.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I'm back in business.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Here I go, torrents! Time for a weekend movie marathon! Yey!!!&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-493682847454671049?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/493682847454671049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=493682847454671049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/493682847454671049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/493682847454671049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/it-nice-to-be-back.html' title='It&amp;#39;s nice to be back!!!'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-3545004349867807900</id><published>2009-03-09T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T23:29:10.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walang kwenta talaga. Wag basahin.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nakaasar. Nakakabwisit. Nakakabadtrip. Isang malakas na RAWR.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crush ko na naman sya.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Yung taong ayaw ko namang maging crush ko.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Nakakairita talaga. As in. Di ko na sya crush dati after a few days, tas ngayon crush ko na naman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Rawr talaga.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Pasensya na kayo, napaka-&lt;strong&gt;HIGH SCHOOL&lt;/strong&gt; at napaka-&lt;em&gt;nonsense&lt;/em&gt; ng rant na to (nanaman...)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Wag nyo nalang basahin para hindi rin kayo mainis, mabwisit at mabadtrip.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Asar talaga.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mukhang kelangan ko na talagang isuot regularly yung eyeglasses ko. Or malamang mas effective kung magba-blindfold nalang ako.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Hohohoho.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Di bale, malilipat naman ako ng market. Di ko na sya makikita nun kapag nakalipat na ako (&lt;em&gt;wah goodbye narin sa pinakamamahal kong AU-Retail&lt;/em&gt;). :c&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Kakalungkot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-3545004349867807900?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/3545004349867807900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=3545004349867807900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3545004349867807900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/3545004349867807900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/walang-kwenta-talaga-wag-basahin.html' title='Walang kwenta talaga. Wag basahin.'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33959073.post-1535657031927959844</id><published>2009-03-09T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T04:26:21.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't need it but I want it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay nako.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In connection to my &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;current obsession&lt;/span&gt; -- which is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;downloading movies online&lt;/span&gt;, eh nanganganib na mapuno, bumagal (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pa lalo&lt;/span&gt;) at tuluyang mag-break down ang aking pinakamamahal na computer.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Wah. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;40Gb&lt;/span&gt; lang kasi ang hard disk nito eh.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;At ayaw ko namang burahin yung mga dinownload ko. Magaganda kasi sila at gusto ko pa ulit panoorin in the future -- and sayang naman ang effort ko sa pag-download kung buburahin ko lang sila no.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And I really &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;REALLY REALLY REALLY&lt;/span&gt; want to buy &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iPod Video 120Gb&lt;/span&gt; for storage. Saka para makapanood rin ako ng movies during out-of-town trips (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;as if marami akong out-of-town trips&lt;/span&gt;).&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The problem: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;MY FINANCES WON'T ALLOW ME. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Ang pera ko'y nakalaan para sa mga mas importanteng bagay.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hay nako. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;SALARY HIKE, NBS&lt;/span&gt;!!! (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hehehehehehe&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-style: italic;"&gt;Hay, napaka-nonsense naman ng rant na to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br&gt;   &lt;!-- multiply:no_crosspost --&gt;&lt;p class='multiply:no_crosspost'&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33959073-1535657031927959844?l=thegreatoracle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/feeds/1535657031927959844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33959073&amp;postID=1535657031927959844' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1535657031927959844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33959073/posts/default/1535657031927959844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thegreatoracle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-don-need-it-but-i-want-it.html' title='I don&amp;#39;t need it but I want it'/><author><name>The Great Oracle</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://i109.photobucket.com/albums/n70/batista_rocks/awwwww.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
