job security? What's the game plan??

Ang gulo gulo... Sobrang daming tanong....

Una

Bakit may recession? Sa pagkakaalam ko pag 2 consecutive quarter na negative ang profit mo legal na magkaron ng recession. Two consecutive quarters na nga ba na negative ang profit namin?? hmmm...

Pangalawa

Bakit paiba iba ang press release? May nagtanong during the meeting kung possible na ioffer voluntarily ang pag alis. Sagot : wala.. Pero may natanggap kami na email na may voluntary nga daw... haayyy nasaan ang integrity?

Pangatlo

Nabigyan daw ng maayos na compensation ang mga na-evict. And generous lang daw talaga ang " ". Nakakapagtaka bakit sobra sobra ang bigay.. Siguro para di mag seek ng legal advice ang mga tao. Ang alam ko kasi dapat may proof na negative nga ang financial statement para masabing legal ang pagtanggal sa iyo. So kung malaki wala ka ng choice go ka na lang... Or baka naman kasi may tinatakpan lang na kapalpakan.. hmmm and dahil world wide crisis good timing...

Sana maging transparent na lang.. Di nyo ba naiisip na lalong naguguluhan mga tao nyo?? Kung meron, meron and kung wala, wala. Di nyo naman matatago yan mga ganyan na bagay..

New toy

But this time not DSLR, not lens, not photography related...
Home Theatre... woohooo Blue-Ray...

For the past few months I've been busy organizing our new house. We prioritized our living room than our bedroom. I didn't buy new bed. I didn't buy also for any entertainment showcase... hehehehe but now we have now our first Home Theatre. Before we're just using a 5.1 surround speaker and I can say that I'm satisfied but with this 7.1 surround we can do a marathon movie for two days... hehehehe

Recession nga!

I blogged yesterday about integrity and honesty.
It's something about a news in the office na sa labas pa ng office ko nalaman.. Well anyway ano pa ba ang bago...

Recession!!!! ngayon pa lang narerealize na I really need to save money. You'll never know kung mae-evict ka or continue ka sa laban... Magaling ka man or nde may possibility pa din.. Imagine na you really damn technically good then kinuha ka for a new project. Then it so happen na yun project mo natamaan ng world wide crisis. Kahit gaano ka kagaling pero the company needs to cut down costings and isa ka don kasi malaki nag sweldo you've got no options but to get the envelope na may cash. Remember you're not the owner of the company.

Sabi nila maswerte kami kasi may project pa kami.. OO swerte pero may psychological effect din. Lalo na sa tulad ko na may pamilya, may bahay at may umaasa na mga angels... Andun yun fear na baka pag di umayos ang economy pwedeng magkaron ng second wave recession and di nakakasiguro na di kasama.

integrity and honesty in all of our relationships

nagdudugo na ang tenga ko sa paulit ulit na pinapaintindi itong simpleng sentence na ito...

para kayong magulang na pinipilit nyong sabihin sa akin na bawal ang tsokolate pero kayo mismo kumakain... so anong karapatan para ipag bawal mo at nakikita ko pa na sarap na sarap kang kainin ang tsokolateng sinasabi mong bawal...

nde kami mga bata... may mga anak na kami.. paano ako maniniwala sa inyo? gumagawa ka ng panuntunan na ikaw mismo di mo magawa...

sana magpakatotoo ka.. wag kang magmalinis... dahil ang lahat ay may karma....

ipagpapatuloy.....

Keyanna's Blooper - updates

8. Sunday Nov. 16, 2008
Keyanna is singing and dancing then it reminds me that is the day of Rihanna's and Chris Brown concert at the fort.
Nanay: Beh, concert today ni Rihanna kaso nde ka pwede kasi you're only 5 years old.
Keyanna: Ay! Ang daya! It's just the height!

7. setting: inside our room
keyanna: Nanay I want my haircut because my hair is so ugly na.
Nanay: ok later after Tatay's basketball.
Inside the parlor
*Keyanna is expecting to have a shampoo session before her haircut. Pero dahil tipid mode ako we just have her haircut at focus salon ( inside the subdivision) and not at David's salon. While KC ( yun Badet na manggugupit ) is cutting her hair, keyanna is holding a mirror to check her hair and I noticed that she's not satisfied with her hair. So I told KC what keyanna wants --- Rihanna's latest hair style ( the one with bangs ).
At the parlor while KC is doing the right thing =) I heard someone said "aba marunong na bata" and they are all smiling at me. I told them that she just had her haircut last 2 weeks and this is the second


6. Setting: Me and Keyanna eating our breakfast together then out of the blue she told me:
keyanna: Nanay, alam mo we watched concert last tuesday. I cried.
Nanay: O bakit ka nag-cry?
keyanna: kasi Lovely song eh.
*actually it's not a blooper. I just want this to include in this list becuase her facial expression when she said "lovely" song it reminds me how sweet she is.


5. Christmas season and syempre this is the months for kids as they say "Kid's Month" or Kids's Christmas.. Every christmas Yndee has lots of gifts to open. This year 2008 medyo mas may isip na sya. Everytime she will open a gift she will read it out loud like "To Keyanna. Merry Christmas and happy new year! From Ninong/ninang" and then will say "Kuya I have a present again".


4. Scene: I will attend a party and ask my "BEAUTICIAN" to help me to be look alike of Beyonce. Yndee is quietly observing and she ask:
Yndee: Boy ka ba or girl?
Nanay: Beh girl sya
Yndee: ikaw din girl?

3. Scene: Celebrating new year's eve
Yndee: Tatay new year na... big na ako.. pwede na mag crush?

2. Scene: I scolded yndee for not wearing her slippers so he ask her kuya to get her slippers for her
Yndee: Kuya pakuha nga slippers ko sa babay
Kuya: ok.. wait....
Kuya: Be ( shortcut for baby) nde ko makita eh.
Yndee: Hmpf! ako na nga! ( going down with heavy footsteps .. )


1. Scene: Auntie Lay is playing her PSP. I forgot the game but it's for adults
Yndee: Autie pag big na ako pag may dede na ako pwede na ako play nyan?

A MUST READ

'The Philippines is a nation of starstruck
ignoramuses'

by Dero Pedero Of Philippine Star

Last July 23, I wrote about Nasty (short for Anastacio), a
balikbayan from Los Angeles , who, while vacationing in
Manila , had nothing to say but negative comments about the
Philippines and the Filipinos. The article elicited a
deluge
of comments from our readers. Though some agreed with his
curt observations, most were enraged at the repulsive way
he
acted and whined.

For me, he was the classic epitome of the 'crow perched
on a carabao,' thinking and acting nauseatingly
superior
just because he has become an American citizen, inequitably
comparing everything here to how they are in the first
world. I was particularly irked by his repulsive 'know
it all' attitude and peeved no end by his irritating
Waray-American twang.

Those who have not read that article may access
philstar.com and click archives, then select July 23 and
click Life_style_. The article is en_title_d 'Little
Brown Americans.'

As a backgrounder, here is an excerpt:
The next day, I took them on a little city tour and
accompanied them to do extra shopping at the duty-free
shop.
They were to leave two days later for their respective
provinces (Randy is from Pampanga, Nasty, from Samar ).

'God, ang dilem-dilem naman ditow (it is so dark
here)!' screamed Nasty in his characteristic Taglish
slang, 'At ang inet-inet pa (and so warm)! * * *

All throughout the day, Nasty complained about everything.
He griped that all Filipinos he encountered were dense and
inefficient (I hope that didn't include me!); that the
traffic was horrendous and drivers 'drove like they
were
late for their funerals'; that the pollution from the
smoke-belching vehicles was irritating his dainty,
surgically-pinched nose. He was disgusted that water
closets
didn't work; horrified that there was no toilet paper
in
public toilets ('God, how do you people do it?' he
bewailed); petrified by street children begging while
soaking wet in the rain ('Where are the parents of
these
kids?' he nagged).

He moaned about the proliferation of slums, people crossing
the superhighways ('There should be underground or
overhead walkways for pedestrians! ' he demanded), the
potholes on the streets, the disgusting garbage and filth
all over the city, and the annoying f loods! And all these
he observed in just one day!

Weeks after the publication of the article, I took
Nasty's silence to mean that of contempt and anger. I
must admit that I didn't care because I was really
turned off by his arrogance. The good news is, Nasty has
finally decided to break his silence and give us his side,
loaded with a big piece of his mind. The bad news is, he
hits more sensitive chords and it stings.


Nasty's E-Mail :
Dear Dero,
My Zen master says, 'Never fight fire with fire.'
So, I sat in a lotusposition, imbibed the ethereal
qualities
of cool mountain water and stoically resisted the
temptation
of answering back to defend myself in rebuttal of your
article. I kept quiet while you and your readers had a
charlatan holiday, dissecting and fanning sarcasm on my
every comment about your country and your people.

I am not mad at you for writing that piece. I was never
upset at any point, even after your readers from all over
the world e-mailed in their two-cents' worth. In fact,
I
found it rather amusing and carnival-like. I even felt
happy
that people still came to the defense of your Philippines !

If you noticed, I now refer to the Philippines and
Filipinos as your country and your people. Every time I
went
back there for vacation, my Filipino-ness always took the
better of me (blame those damn green mangoes smothered with
bagoong!) and made me forget that I am, in all reality,
what
you aptly called a 'Little Bro wn American.' I have
come to terms with my own identity- I am, after all, an
American citizen carrying an American passport!

What precipitated my quick decision to sever my ties with
your country (aside from your ***** of an article) were the
Abu Sayyaf abductions (que barbaridad!) , the Payatas-like
downslide of the peso (eat your hearts out, I earn sweet
American dollars!), the 'devoid of conscience'
graft
and corruption in your government (this has gone on for the
longest time-how shameful!), and lately, the stupid
'Juetengate' and juicy but enraging
'Boracay' mansion gossips. With all these, who
would
be proud to be a Filipino? Besides, to tell you frankly,
those Erap jokes are no longer funny- they are passe and
leave a bad taste in the mouth and heart.

No Apology
If I sounded brash and insensitive with the way I threw my
comments, well, I cannot do any-thing about that because
that is the way I am, and I offer no apology. Here, in
America , you have to tell it like it is or you'll
never
be taken seriously. I have learned to drop my 'Pinoy
sugarcoating' because out here, you get nothing done if
you are meek and sweet and pa-api. Hindi puwede mag-Anita
Linda dito!

When I commented about your pollution, street children
mendicants, slums,potholes, toilets that don't work,
garbage, floods, and most of all, the Pinoys' chronic
lack of discipline, I was merely putting into words what I
saw. I can't blame your being blind about your
country's situation. My Zen=2 0master says, 'One
cannot easily see the dirt in one's eye.'

I am sure though that you are aware of those sordid
details, but have grown accustomed to them (like most
Manile?s have). All the complaints I aired may have hurt
your pride but what I wanted you to realize is this: The
things I pointed out are all symptoms of a failing, falling
nation!

Suffering A National Karma?
Could yours be a country cursed with a huge national karmic
debt? It could be payback time, you know. Look back into
your history, look deep inside your hearts-what could you
have done as a nation to deserve this fiasco you are in
today?

What you are faced with didn't just happen overnight-it
developed and grew into a monster in the course of time.
Deeply imbedded in the psyche of the Filipino is the
amalgamation of the characters and events that have
impacted
your lives - Dona Victorina, Dona Concepcion, poor Sisa as
well the other hilarious and tragic characters of Dr. Jose
Rizal...

Stonehill... the notorious gangsters immortalized by your
Filipino movies like Asiong Salonga (hmmm!), et al...the
killers in your (I thought they'd never end!) massacre
movies...those cheap, appalling _title_s of your
movies...those staged 'religious miracles' that
your
naive masses believed...family men with pushy queridas
(mistresses) ...your crooked politicians, undependable
police officers and greedy customs collectors.. .your
bribe-hungry court judges...Imeldific, gloriously smiling
and crying at the same time, bejeweled. (How very Fellini!)

What you are is the sum total of your history, your
heritage and culture,your education, the crap that your
press sensationalizes, the bad icons that your movies
glorify, the artificial values your advertising extols, the
bad examples your leaders and role models project. What you
feed your country's mind is what it becomes. You have
become the ugly monster that you've created. You are
now
crying all the tears your sickeningly sentimental movies
wailed out for years and years!

Your Biggest Fault
If there is one thing that comes to mind, I think your
biggest fault would be your individual greed. 'Ako
muna!' seems to be the national mantra. The trouble is,
very few people think for the common good in a deplorable
'to each his own kurakot' festival. Coupled by your
crab mentality of pushing down others, this can be fatal.
You think barangay, not national. Hello, everybody else
around the world is thinking global! Europe is unshackling
her national boundaries while you are building fences
around
your nipa huts.

Do yourselves a favor and look at your nation as a ship.
All of you are in it and it is sinking! Realize your
oneness-what hurts your brother hurts you, too. Think about
the future of your children and the succeeding generations,
and do something about it quick before your poor little
banca plunges forever into the irretrievable depths of
despair.

Star-Struck Nation
You are a nation of star-struck ignoramuses. You are easily
awed by your mo vie stars who are usually nothing but
uneducated, aquiline- nosed and light-skinned ********
picked up from some gutter somewhere. I have seen what
these
artistas illusionadas can get away with. They just flash
their capped-tooth smiles and policemen let them get away
with traffic violations; they bat their false eyelashes and
customs officers impose no duty on their suspicious
balikbayan boxes.

Worst of all, with the Filipino movie industry taking a
nosedive, hordes of actors and show personalities went into
politics. It is, as they say, the next best
'racket'-there is more money to be made in the
politicking business than in show business! (And what is
this I hear that in the coming elections, more are jumping
into the arena? Mag-hara-kiri na kayo!) How can you expect
these comedians and actors, who only know how to take
directions from their directors, to direct your nation? For
them,politics will just be an 'act'. No big
surprise
here, for they are mere actors with no original _script_s
to
speak, no original visions to share. So what can you expect
but a government thatis a comedy of errors. Serves you and
your star- struck nation right!

My Zen master says, 'Give unto Caesar what is due to
Caesar, but keep Charlie Chaplin on the silver screen to
make us laugh.' To survive, you must teach your
citizenry to say no to three things - no to drugs, no to
stealing and graft and corruption, and no to artistas in
politics. I hope you've learned your lesson by now.
(Yours is the onl y country where Mexican soap stars are
received like royalty in the presidential palace. How
shoddy! God forbid-Fernando Carrillo might end up being
your
next president. At least he has great abs and doesn't
wobble like a penguin when he walks!)

For those artistas who honestly believe that they can make
a positive difference in the Filipino masses' life,
they
must first study law, business and public administration,
and immerse themselves in the life and passion of Mother
Teresa. Politics is not an art for dilettante artistas to
dabble in. It is called 'Political Science,'
hello?!

Educate Your Masses
Educate the masses - especially your electorate. What you
need is an intelligent vote aside from, of course,
intelligent candidates. The University of San Carlos in
Cebu
City , founded in 1595, and the University of Santo Tomas
in
Manila , established in 1611, are the oldest universities
in
Asia , and are even older than Harvard. But the standard of
Pinoy education has deteriorated so much that the
Philippines ranks among the poorest in the educational
hierarchy of Asia . Education, education, education –
that' s what you need in this age of information,
information, information.

If all your social, religious and political sectors
don't sit down now and decide to take the Right Way ,
the Philippines and your children's children will be
grand losers in the worldwide rush to the future. Education
is one sure way to salvation. Teach what is right, good,
beautiful and beneficial. Downplay all negativity if you
cannot eliminate it altogether.

The Ideal President
I've got news for you. (As if you didn't already
know.) No matter whom you put up there as your leader or
president, it will be the same banana. Even a holy man can
turn into another J.E. (Judas Escariot) for a few pieces of
silver. Kumpares, alalays, relatives and cronies will
encrust like flies and maggots on his cordon sanitaire. And
it will be the same despicable 'Sa amin na
'to!'
hullabaloo all over again.

Take an advice from Aling Epang: 'Pumili ng matanda,
mayaman, mabait, at madaling mamatay.' Get a president
who is old - so that he is full of wisdom, rich - so he
won't need to steal more money, goodhearted - so he
will
render heartfelt service to his people, and is in the
sunset
of his life - so that he will think of nothing but gaining
good points to present when he meets his Creator. And may I
add: At iisa lang ang pamilya! This is, of course, asking
for the moon. Just pray fervently for an intelligent leader
with a pure heart who genuinely loves the common tao!

Magpakatotoo Kayo! Wake up and look at the real you. Enough
with looking at your reflection in glorious,
self-embellishing mirrors. The tropical sun can play
tricks,
you know. Do not wait for darkness to fall before you take
that much-needed long, hard look at your real situation.

Magpakatotoo kayo, ano? This isn't a wake-up call - it
is the final alarm!

Save the ship while yo u still can. Don't wait till
your people have no more dreams left to hang on to, no more
hope to sustain their broken spirits. I came home, spent my
penny-pinched savings so that even in the minutest way I
could help your bruised economy. Your politicians sit on
their fat, farting butts and get balatos (kuno!) in the
millions. Receivers are as guilty as the givers. Now, tell
me, who is really nasty?

I Have Made My Decision; So Should You.
My Zen master says, 'Life is all about decisions, not
choices.' I have made a decision which I know will be
very hard for me to keep- You will never hear from me again
(not in this vein) and I will not even think of visiting or
buwisiting your Manila ever. This is my way of letting you
know that I have given up on you. Bahala na kayo! Only you
can help yourselves because at the stage you are in, nobody
would want to help you. My Zen master says, 'You have
to
fall to learn to rise again.'

How much lower do you want to go?
Anyway, regarding the Philippines as a tourist destination,
you have a lot of cleaning up and face-lifting to do before
foreigners would dare go to your islands again. The Abu
Sayyaf episode has done your tourism industry more damage
than you could ever imagine, and it will take a long time
before the world forgets. (By the way, your tourism
projects
are lusterless and have no global impact. If you want real
business, spruce up your infrastructure and do aggressive
marketing on the World Wide Web!)

Of course, I would gladly reverse my decision if someone
offered me exclusive lordship over lotto, bingo, jueteng,
pintakasi and the jai alai.Think about it: this will be to
your advantage because I never give tong or blood
commission
to anyone! (If only your president used the millions he
received from those gambling lords to build homes for the
masses, you wouldn't have any more squatters. Huling
hirit: defrost those Marcos billions, pay off some debt,
place the rest in high-yield investments, feed your hungry,
and spread bounty and joy to every Filipino! Are you stupid
or what? - That's your money sucked from the blood of
your people!)

My Zen master says, 'Vox populi is not always the
voice of God.'
Come over to L.A and I'll show you a great time!

Our friend Randy says hello! We will be going
to Vancouver to feast our eyes on the colors of autumn.
Wish
you could join us.

The new Miss America , Angela Perez
Baraquio, is of Filipino ancestry. Dero, her parents hail
from Pangasinan just like you! But keep in mind that she is
an American (in case some wise fools over there claim her
to
be Filipino like they always do whenever someone becomes
successful). Wait for the girl to say it don't put
words in her mouth!
Mabuhay kayo ( SANA )!
Sa totoo lang, MAGD USA KAYONG LAHAT!
(Don't you just love my Waray-Kano accent?) He-he-he!

I have made my decision, now make yours. I would hate for
the day to come when I'd have to say, 'I told you
so!' Good luck! (You need it.)

An ex-Filipino
J. Anastasio
'Nasty'

Worth a lot

I got this from my friend and I wanna share it to all the woman out there....

In a brief conversation, a man asked a woman he was pursuing, the question: "What kind of man are you looking for?"

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asking."

Do you really want to know?"

Reluctantly, he said, "Yes."

She began to expound... "As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can't do for myself. I pay my own bills. I take care of my household without the help of any man. I am in the position to ask, "What can you bring to the table?"

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money. She quickly corrected his thought and stated, "I am not referring to money. I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life."

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said, "I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection mentally because I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don't need a simple-minded man. I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection spiritually because I don't need to be unequally yoked... believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster. I need a man who is striving for perfection financially because I don't need a financial burden.

"I am looking for someone who is sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but strong enough to keep me grounded. I am looking for someone who I can respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn't taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive...he just has to be worthy. God made woman to be a helpmate for man. I can't help a man if he can't help himself. "

When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face.

He said, "You're asking a lot."

She replied, "I'm worth a lot."