Moon River and Andy Williams

Dear insansapinas,

Hindi ko alam na ang Moon River pala ang song sa Breakfast at Tiffany's kung saan ang bida ay ang paborito kong si Audrey Hepburn. Hindi ko pa napanood ang pelikula. Fascinated lang ang ako sa word na Tiffany. Tunog singsing.



Moon River, wider than a mile,
I’m crossing you in style some day.
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker,
wherever you’re going I’m going your way.
Two drifters off to see the world.
There’s such a lot of world to see.
We’re after the same rainbow’s end–
waiting ’round the bend,
my huckleberry friend,
Moon River and me.

Naalala ko kasi ang kaibigan ko. Kaboses niya si Andy Williams. Kamukha pa nga except hind blue ang mata niya. Bago siya umuwi ng Pilipinas, iniwanan niya ako ng tape nog boses niya. Kasama ang Moon River.

Nasaan na kaya siya?

Pinaysaamerika

Violets are blue

Dear insansapinas,

Kahapon lumabas ako. Naghahanap na mareretrato bago dumating na si Winter. PAg dumating na kasi yon, wala ng mga dahon. The world will be in black and white. Sa labas ito ang nakita ko.



Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
Sugar is sweet;
And so are you


Problema wala namang roses. Tapos hindi naman violets ito. Hmmm.
At least may sugar ako. Too much of it. In my blood. Lintek na diabetes yan.

Pinaysaamerika

Houseplants-Dracaenia -Pinay Goes Gardening

Dear insansapinas

This is one of the varieties of Dracaena. It is called Warnecki.




Dracaenas grow slowly and retain their foliage for long periods. Several varieties are grown for houseplant use. The vsriety Warnecki is used as low growing plants. Others, such as the corn plant are known for their stems. Dracaenas are known for their long slender leaves, either green, or differing variegations.

Light: It can tolerate low light but it prefers moderate lighting
Water: Do not overwater, let the soil becomes a little dry between waterings.
Fertilizer: All purpose fertilizer.
Problems: TOo much and little water cause yellowing of plants.

Thank You

Dear insansapinas,

This blog entry is dedicated to the hardworking staff of the Customer
Finance Services of Sprint which office is in Fort Bonifacio, Philippines
especially to people named below. Sey. Let the Cat meow.


My blood pressure hit the ceiling again. My blood sugar too… (that’s because I
ate ice-cream with a banana. Banana split baga. Banana is for my potassium
requirement, without which, the blue-black bruises will be back again. Arghhh.
Ice cream is for my calcium requirement which I can not get from my milk because
it has melamine
errrmm because I am lactose intolerant. (whisper..palusot lang).

The irritant that cause my blood pressure to shoot up is the lone letter from the
mail box. It was another collection letter from the SPRINT, my previous wireless-phone-provider-of the cell phone -I-did-not-use –but-continued-to-pay-when-I-was-busy-visiting-the-specialists-that-told-
me-that-I-have-the-disease-which-name-I-don’t-even-want-to-mention.
Pause and Breathe.

They are warning me that my account will be sent to the collection agency and
will be written as a bad debt and my cell phone would not be renewed.

I am quivering in fear. Hide me, please. Nobody is going to BAIL me out. ARGHH.
No one is going to pay the $ 26.31 that I owed and have not paid to date. Shame on
Me. slap, slap, slap.

I got my cell phone from my previous employer in Los Angeles in 2006. It was
a cell phone company. I can’t just give it up, it had a two year contract or else
I’ll pay a pre-termination fee.

Last March or April, the contract expired. I called to close the account. The
person I talked to told me that I renewed it for another year. Ha? I must be
drunk or I was in daze due to a lot of medications I was taking. To cut the
story short, I asked the guy I was talking with what to do because I have no
intention of using the cell phone anymore.
And I am saddled with costs of my medications and other things. The proud
person of me does not want to bother any people I have helped before so I
tried to be financially independent by eliminating non-essentials.

Why do I know the problem of not having a health insurance? …because
Virginia I have been there.

The guy agreed to close the account on the condition that I am going to pay
the $ 50.40. I was happy. He even gave me a confirmation number. He said
that I would get the invoice in July. Since I know already the amount, I sent
a payment of 50.40. The invoice came, it was $ 76 something.

Another collection letter came asking for payment. I checked the bill.
My payment was already reflected. So what are they demanding payment
for? The agreement is 50.40.
I do not care if the difference is $ 26.31.

Last September, I received another bill. I ignored it. It stresses me to make
any phone call that deals with problems.

I know how it works in the Accounting Department. I was a Chief Accountant
before and time and again we discussed what accounts to write off given the
proper documentation forwarded to us by the collection department. Some of
the customers have already died and yet the payable clerk has not cleaned
her file. Sheet.

This afternoon, I decided to make a call again. My blood pressure was making
me shake. I was ready to tell whoever would take my call if they can understand
English or not. Why do they continue to send me the bill when I have already
cancelled my account and have paid the agreed amount last June?

But I stopped. The mataray-bitch-sharp-tongued in me paused. Aha, the lady
at the other line is very composed. Even while I was already talking with
several decibels over my special phone, she was still calm. She was not
scared of me?

I suspected that she is a Filipina because in my experience dealing with
support services, ONLY FILIPINOS can calm down irate customers.
They have the charisma and the patience.

Sabi ko na nga ba. Filipina siya. She is one of staff of the customer finance
services of SPRINT which is located in Fort Bonifacio or Global City.
Anak ng pating, kahirap pa ako ng English, buti marami akong
stock sa aking Frigidaire. Yon palang kausap ko nasa Pinas at
ako ay nandito sa Estet. (No translation please).

Her name is Jacquiline Gaspay. Siguro kamaganak siya ni Baltazay.
hehehe biro lang. ( I hope I got her name right). Bingi kasi ang phone ko.
Hindi makarinig. Hehehe.
She promised that she would take care of the account. Unlike other
customer finance services, she asked my permission if she can put me
on hold. There was one office where I was made to wait for several minutes
without telling me that I should wait…so para akong tanga na hinihintay
ang PASKO, eh Marso pa lang naman. Hohoho.

She consulted her supervisor whose name is Kenneth John Mariano kung
pwede akong patawarin sa aking kasalanan kahit hindi ako nangungumpisal
.. .ehek sa aking utang na $ 26.31 para sa cell phone na matagal ko
ng inilagay sa crime scene dahil matagal nang hindi humihinga.

He talked to me and told me that they will do everything to the best of their
ability to give me a reprieve. Alelujah, pinatatawad na nila ako.

Salamat. Thank you. My mail was rejected. Wala sigurong stamp.

Pinaysaamerika


PS...sa kasusulat nito nasunog yong niluluto kong nilagang baka.
..kaya hindi na siya nilaga kung hindi
tinutong na baka. mwehehe

Food Festival

Dear insansapinas,



photocredit


Who said that Philippines is a poor country? If not for the weather and traffic,
my friend who is now vacationing in the Philippines would have stayed for good.
He said that everyday is Food festival day…what with a lot of food courts in the
mall brimming with customers everyday, every hour aside from the food carts that are servicing the office employees who alternate their catered food with the combo
food they ordered from these meals on wheels.

Then he mentioned what he was having every morning as breakfast…tosilog..tapsilog,
losilog… wooo wooo, I said a lot of cholesterol and he is on maintenance for his high blood pressure.

Lunch time…either he orders sisig, sinigang na taba at tiyan ng bangus ( shirt…
sarap noon), or laeng, or ginataang alimango at kare-kare. I told him that he should
be easy on rice. He laughed…”how could you eat chilly food without or with little rice?”

When we were office mates, we used to walk several blocks in San Francisco to look
for Filipino restaurant. There was one in Ellis but the food is bad that I do not know
if it is still there. Just like in Los Angeles Filipino restaurant where I was served
this food they called Laing…a vegetable swimming in coconut milk like it was a soup
or a recipe with white broth. . Parang gusto kong higupin ang sabaw. Yeck

He called me overseas thru his VOIP. I requested him to buy some books from the
National Book Store.

For every query he made, the store clerk said that she does not know any book
of that title.

My voice went up one decibel…(oopps. I am just requesting and I have the gall
to raise my voice) out of disgust not to my friend but to the store clerk.

Who is a bookstore clerk who would not know any book about Panitikan ng Pilipinas
or any Panitikan book that was used in high school? Besides, if he or she does not
know any, could he/she not find it in their indices or list of books or textbooks?

My friend was already able to buy some materials from TRC. The seminar on
silkscreening
of tee shirts pushed thru even with 10 participants. I think 5 is their minimum.
It was for three days and he learned the basic.

I asked him if he was able to go out of town especially from his rented condo in
Makati.
He said no. After his bout with flu for more than a week, he did not venture out.
he's afraid of relapse.

One precious moment that he had was meeting his online girlfriend. Former
, he emphasized. They had a misunderstanding last year and they never
bothered to work for reconciliation.

She is small he said, about 5’ 2” Aray, ouch and I thought that I was not that
really vertically challenged to be considered small.

As to what happened? He would not tell me. Later maybe when he comes back.
Press two palms together and wink like Sarah Palin. *heh*

Houseplants-Devil's Ivy -Pinay Goes Gardening

Dear insansapinas,
I do not bring this houseplant inside the house. The family has a superstition that it is a bad luck to keep a clinging plant inside the house. I do not know where that belief came from.



This is mostly planted in hanging basket and let cascade or creep as a vine with its roots used as its hold even in smooth surface.

Light: moderate to bright
Fertilizer: All purpose fertilizer but it does not need heavy when it has already started growing.
Water: Do not overwater
PRoblems: Overwatering results to root rotting. Low light causes lowg rowth.

Pinaysaamerika

Very Remote

Note: To know what the picture is all about, read the entire story.

I am in pain for several days now. Don’t ask. So I am taking some
pain killers which I suspect dull my brain cells.

My celebrity-junkie friend had been calling me the whole day …updating
me about Cristy Fermin and Nadia Montenegro’s-baboy-ka-baboy-ka-rin-wala-kang-budhi-wala- kang-
budhi- ka- rin word war. Not because I told her so but because
she was asking me about libel, paternity test and opinion as to who is lying.

I thought she's not going to call me anymore when I told her that both
are lying. I was watching Dancing with the Stars and
chuckling how the geriatric patients in a convalescent home were looking
for Cloris Leachman from another dance pair who visited the facility in
their bid to get their votes when the phone rung. My brother handed me the
cordless phone. I said I am not going to answer it. It’s her. I planned
to call her today. Five calls are enough for the day about that scandal.

The truth is I do not want to be disturbed when I am watching the Dancing
with the Stars.
I may not be a good dancer but dance is a part of my life. If you have
read my series about moi, I was
included in all dance presentations of the different schools I attended
since grade 1. And one Hans Christian Andersen's story that I could not
forget is the The RED Shoes which was made into a film in 1948.


Must be the failed dream of becoming DON’T LAUGH OR ELSE I AM
GOING TO
POINT MY MAGIC WAND ON YOU AND CHANGE YOU TO A FROG… a ballerina
…a promise of my mom to enroll me in the ballet if I stop accumulating those baby fats….uhrm by eating a lot of sweet potatos when I was around five.

Then the whats matta moment happened. When I’ve gone
back to watching the Dancing with the Stars after
ignoring the call, I noticed there was a long break …lots of commercials
and some previews of the channel’s TV series.

Was there an accident? Again. The Olympic medalist Misty May-treanor was already sidelined because of injury. Derek Hough blacked out last Saturday during dance rehearsal.
Or did Cloris utter another bleep bleep word?

Minutes passed and I realized I was already watching a whole episode
of a TV series that has nothing to do with the Dancing with the Stars.
I looked at the clock. It was still one hour and 15 minutes before the
reality show ends.

Am I transferred to a different zone. Was it Monday or it is already
Tuesday? Am I really watching Dancing with the stars?

My Latin 101

Dear insansapinas,
(this is a favorite blog entry of mine in my other blog).

I thought carpe diem means carp per dime. Hohoho.
*sips coffee and reach for a cookie*.

Latin is not the language of the Latinos. It is Spanish, dum dum and Latin is the language spoken by my favorite maternal cousin who is half-Chinese.
*reach for a second cookie*.

He was a lot older than I am and he was the mischievous…street-smart …and fun cousin I can remember.

Actually, he’s a cousin-twice removed. When I was a pre-schooler, his mother, my aunt who was a former nun used to say AVE MARIA ...(insert some expletives) …not to pray but that was her “surprise-can’t-believe-look-out-I –am-after-your-ass kind of exclamation to my naughty cousin. My cousin to whom it is addressed to simply answered…Ora Pro Nobis and then would wink at me while my aunt continued her yada-yada-yada running after him with her slippers. Wow, I was so proud of my cousin at that time. He said it was Latin....
*reach for a third cookie, sips coffee*.


He could respond to the priest in Latin, ET CUM SPIRITU TOU for the priest’s DOMINUS VOVISCUM during high mass. Well of course, I do not know that it was a prayer during high mass at that time. Then he would recite to me SALUTARIS HOSTIA, QUE CAELIS PANDIS OSTIUM…which later on I learned was a song sung during Benediction.
*reach for a fourth cookie, sips coffee*

He would sing ADESTE FIDELIS…which was a Latin version of Christmas song...O come ALL YE FAITHFUL.

I had not seen him for a long time. I was in grade school when he got married. My aunt said that the woman is “blind” to have married him. Hehehe .
*reach for a fifth cookie, sips coffee*.

I remember him while reading this book with Latin words that we read or use everyday.

CURRICULUM VITAE-another term for resume which means a course of your life. This is where you write your achievements, your educational background, and your work experience. Some include their medals for Most Behaved in Grade School because they rarely talked; their best in Math in Grade 1 because they can add 5+5 without the aid of their fingers and toes…and other chest thumping and ego-inflating awards. Sa totoo lang, the employers do not give a damn because in a high tech world of resume reading, a the software is used to pick CVs with the right keywords select people with relevant experience and skills for the job being advertised from thousands received.

ALIAS- No honey, this is not the spy thriller TV Series. This means at another time but then it mutated to AKA Also known as…say for example my alias which is The Ca t.

*reach for a sixth cookie, sips coffee*

ET AL- this means And the other people. When I was younger, I thought it was an abbreviation of a name. hehehe. Indeed it is an abbreviation of the Latin word Et Alii.

ETC – very common which means and other things and the abbreviation of ETCETERA. Remember the classic movie The King and I feautring Yul Bryner as the King of Siam who ended his English with etcetera etcetera?

*reach for a seventh cookie, sips coffee*. No more cookie, cup is empty. Where did the cookie and coffee go? Will be back.

Seminars and Classes

Dear insansapinas,

A friend from SF who is now in the Philippines on vacation called. His number in California appeared in the caller id.I thought he's back. He's calling from Buendia Makati where he rented a condo for his month's vacation. He's using his VOIP- or -whatever- it- is- phone connection. So he was not worrying about long distance charges. Isn't that wonderful? He's sick for a week now after he got wet during the heavy rain. Isn't that disgusting?

He's pissed. When he called the Technological Resource Center (TRC), he was advised to call again if the seminar that he is intending to attend is going to push thru. I forgot to tell him that it is the way it is for seminars. They have to meet a minimum number of participants or attendees before the seminar is given a go signal. Some sort of break-even.

The same is true for classes in the universities except for some state or city universities where students are required to enroll in subjects for the courses they have signed in when they passed the College admission tests.

During my salad days in the academe ( with some pasta as side order, mwehehe) I also moonlighted in exclusive and private universities where classes are confirmed finalized weeks after enrollment. Either the students and lecturers alike wait for the minimum number of enrollees for subjects-that-are-avoided-by-some-students-but-are-a requirement-for graduation or for classes which are overflowing with students because the professor/lecturer assigned to handle the class is
a very charitable person when it comes to grades that even though you can not add one plus one, you're given an A. Quid pro quo. Somethin' for somethin' and the something is not cheap, mind you. I am not saying that many in the noble profession of teaching make "bribery" their cottage industry. QED (quod erat domenstrandum). Halata bang yabang beauty ako for using Latin words? Blame my brother for borrowing a book that will put Latin in your life. *sips coffee*



Reminisce your college days when you have to look for subjects/classes to enroll in. ( I was in a block system when I was in College so all I did was to choose the block).

In a big university where I earned extra bucks to buy my dream house, the Accounting classes especially for first year and sophomore are "blockbusters". All Business students are required to take up the Basic Accounting Courses...Accounting 101, Fundamentals of Accounting and Accounting 102, Partnership and Corporate Accounting. However there was also a maximum number of students per class...about 60 to 70.

Smart lecturers/professors would put some extra classcards from their other classes so that the college is going to split the classes into two. He's lucky if the students enrolled are willing to change their schedules...if not all the lecturer had was a smaller class. The other class would be assigned to another professor...usually an associate...quid pro quo. Next semester, the associate may return the favor. No crime committed. No lies. Just "tweaking" the number of students. Who would like to handle a big Accounting class?

Me, I didn't do it. Students did not want to enroll in my class. I was a bitch. I make them stand up if they can not answer my question. So when students learn that I am the professor of the class, those who had already enrolled request for a transfer. In a class, there were those who could not drop or transfer because of schedule's constraints. Most of my students were matured already. Either they were into career change, like a student who was a pilot but was intending to migrate to the US or a housewife who's bored in their family business. They're not in the class for grades. They're there to learn. As long as I have the minimum number of students, my class was never phased out.

At the end of the semester, my students became my friends.

Ow in the government university where I taught, there was no such hassle. The classes are small and the students have to keep a certain grade requirement and number of units to enroll in every semester so classes are not dissolved for lack of enrolees. Otherwise, they get kicked out.

Pinaysaamerika

The IFs in LIFE

Dear insansapinas,

If I did not migrate to the United States, I could have been the Vice President for Finance in the organization I once worked with in the Philippines.

But if I were the Vice President, I should be worrying now for the lengthy trial in court on charges of malversation of funds, corruption, overpricing and falsification of public documents.

It is not because I will be guilty of the crimes accused but because I will be implicated as one of the top executives who had something to do with the money bags.

The lady who became the Vice-President was not really a close friend of mine but she had been there since she graduated from College. She rose from the ranks. She was low profile, soft spoken and was very quiet during our executive meetings. No, she was not a bitch who would go to the VP, our immediate boss to play Judas. Although she found me intimidating, she accepted the fact that I was a strong contender in the position once the VP retires. She was happy for me. She said she could not imagine herself turning down orders or requests of the superiors like what I always did if I smell a rat in the fine print of the documents. . She said that she’s afraid to contradict the “big Gods” in the organization. She even warned me that there were rumors that the Gods were after my “head” because I was not a team player.

When I made a balikbayan, I visited my friend. She welcomed me in the big office formerly occupied by the VP. I was happy for her. I thought I sensed that despite the happy appearance, she was actually sad and in distress. We did not talk much because I had to visit other friends in the same building.

A friend from another department was the little bird that whispered to me what’s the trouble. The VP was under audit, together with the President, my nemesis, Controller and Treasurer. According to her, the VP was not really involved and did not enrich herself in her position. She could not say no to the President and his conspirators. She had signed several questionable contracts and had approved release of funds for the project. She believed the President that “ hindi siya sangkot”. She was mistaken.

Months after I had returned to the US, I received the news that they were asked to take a leave indefinitely while the investigation was going on.

A year after, they were forced to resign with forfeited pensions.


Pinaysaamerika

People Watching

Dear insansapinas

My ride came late yesterday. Fifteen minutes. And he has a GPS. Hohoho. That damn thing was causing the delay…it was directing him to longer route. No matter how direction-challenged I am, I could have easily told him where to turn or when to turn. But he is polite and good looking so I didn’t care . *heh*


But the guapo thing is not the topic of this entry. It is about fugly things I saw in people watching.Promise, I am going to confession for 12 months for having these sinful thoughts.

I went to the pharmacy today. If it is not a big deal for you, it is for me. I have to bring with me a tote bag to carry the 30-day drug supply for my different health issues. If you think I am exaggerating, you should see me haul a shopping bag with wheels a few months ago. At least, the prescribed medications have been reduced in number but the dosages were increased. I am a walking medicine cabinet. Argh.

The other day, I forgot to take my morning little and big pills...in the afternoon, I was shaking..hungry that I could eat a horse...the stable included if I did not eat my early dinner.
When I am so engrossed in my task for the day, the pill box with daily partition becomes useless as a reminder.

Got to remind myself not to eat a banana and drink cold water before going out. I could feel the “people power” inside my abdomen that I like to go back and purge them out to gain “inner peace” but I thought of the ride that I may miss. I do not want the driver to call me. I do not pick up the phone. So many telemarketers. While I was twisting my leg over another trying to quelch the stomach revolution, I took this picture of an evergreen tree in our front yard. whew.


Refilling my prescription takes about an hour. Branded and generic. Boredom makes people do stupid things. While waiting for my name to be called, I indulge myself in my "bad diversion" of watching people. The crossword puzzle was a little bit difficult.

First, the "appointment lady". She is now a few months fixture in that aquariumed counter after the former occupant of that work space joined other personnel who may have been sacked or were given walking papers. I don't receive a call anymore to remind me of my doctor's appointment or if my medications are already ready. Short of staff or the appointment lady does not care.

The first day I saw her, I remembered my fashionista-gay-friend who's my worst critic when it comes to my choice of wardrobe. "I'll slit my wrist, I jump from the billboard if you are going to wear that hideous dress of yours" ...that was his dialogue when I asked his opinion about the dress I picked up from a high-end department store. If he could have seen the appointment lady with all her big bling bling and very colorful dress, he could have threaten to drink a strong poison for witnessing a fashion disaster in his time. You should also see him feign to faint when he sees your seriously-in-need-of -resuscitation-furniture in your place. He's into interior design. My frustrated dream.

Back to the appointment lady...she must have been sent to a "sartorial rehab". Whatever counselling she received works. Her choice of colors are subdued and she just wears one strand of faux pearl necklace. She used to wear several strands of colorful beads.

Bed sharing is not good for men according to survey.

Dear insansapinas.

I like this article of mine in my other blog.


Read this, humans from Mars. But don't bitchslap me...I am only a messenger from Venus. nyahahaha.

If the survey is to be believed, I would not be surprised if a brain charger would be introduced in the market--marked For MEN ONLY. nyehehehe.

Survey says:

Sharing a bed with someone could temporarily reduce your brain power - at least if you are a man - Austrian scientists suggest.

When men spend the night with a bed mate their sleep is disturbed, whether they make love or not, and this impairs their mental ability the next day.
The lack of sleep also increases a man's stress hormone levels.According to the New Scientist study, women who share a bed fare better because they sleep more deeply.

How did he come up with the conclusion?

Here's the methodology:

Each couple was asked to spend 10 nights sleeping together and 10 apart while the scientists assessed their rest patterns with questionnaires and wrist activity monitors.

The next day the couples were asked to perform simple cognitive tests and had their stress hormone levels checked.

So they found out that men did not fare well in the tests compared to women. This is one-of-those-I told-you so-articles-that-I-like to point to my ex-hubby whenever we have that friendly "brainstorming" moments about the superiority of our gender. mwehehe. See me with open mouth, raised brows sipping coffee while cradling the phone between my shoulder and my jaw while I dial his number . Shucks. Voice mail. "I am away from the phone right now but Janice is listening. Leave a message. Janice is his pet cat. He likes cats, you know. Ahem".

Now this is amusing.

Bed sharing also affected dream recall. Women remembered more after sleeping alone and men recalled best after sex.

A Forgettable Day

Dear insansapinas,
This morning, I went to buy some fruits and I almost forgot my purse at the counter.
All my cards are there, my id and all sort of stuff. just because a lady was talking to me and i was checking some gossip mag. Pencil that...check the purse...check the purse...check the........what am I going to check? Toink.

Pinsansaamerika

NCIS Addict

Dear insansapinas,
So lazy to blog these days. for three days now, there is a marathon of my favorite NCIS.


That's how crazy I am on mystery-suspense-detective-espionage series. Include gossip and rumor. Argh.

i have not even touch the papers i have to work on. oh well. i have to put myself on the right mood writing communications because there are just people who misspell names, write the wrong dates which I, a "descendant' of Sherlock Holmes (if ever he had an illicit affair with someone who went to Asia), am strickler for correct info.

A friend of mine who just retired and worked on his social security pension found out tht his gender in his file is that of female. hohoho.

Any am writing in english, kasi there are readers who can not understand Tagalog. ugh.

Wait, i have to check the phone, there could be bug in it. a maintenance guy came and said he was checking something in the kitchen. Who knows?

My paranoia strikes again. Argghhhhhhhhhhh.

Pinaysaamerika

Dreams

Dear insansapinas,
Been dreaming about babies and my exes. EXES...he he he does it mean, many? I did not have serial marriage, honey. Guffaw.

naah, i am not dreaming about my ex-hubbies. i am dreaming about some special persons who gave me priceless moments... like eating in a park being oggled by squirrels...because some people might see us ...eating in a`greasy restaurant where our favorite toasted anchovies and game hen cooked in soy sauce are good eats. yum yum yum.

What you think? Am having an illicit affair. But i did have one. Oooops. Others were merely thought infidelity.(are there such words).

Pinaysaamerica

How is your boss?

Dear insansapinas,

I got this article about dealing with bad bosses. this is an excerpt.


Your boss seeks your advice on personal problems as though you’re his therapist.

I seldom become close to my bosses especially, ladies. There were a lot of rivalry and insecurities…not unless they share my passion for jewelries, my only vice. I don’t go to fancy restaurants, not unless I am invited as guest, I drink decaffeinated café. I only went to Starbucks once. I don’t smoke, I don’t drink. I buy my designer clothes with huge discounts. Mostly those with a little smear, one button missing or slacks with uneven hemlines that they are export rejects. But to me who can recycle a leopard print bed sheet to a beautiful jacket, I can easily fix the few imperfections of these designer clothes. Whatever I saved, I buy a piece of jewelry for important occasion that I would like to remember.

Last time, I was close to my male boss, there was jealousy from the wife. He talked about me in his sleep. hehehe

Pinaysaamerika

Job Interview

Dear insansapinas,

Let me rewind my clock and reminisce the past. Tick Tock tick tockzzzzzzzz



I was not interviewed in my first job. I was referred by a friend as intern in that auditing firm when I was in third Year College. After graduation, I was hired as regular. I liked the job. It got me a lot of experience in auditing. My supervisor was strict but not the CPA-Owner of the auditing firm who was busy with his other businesses.

Before I was about to graduate, I looked for a job. We were four interns in all and words were out that only two would be hired.

I was happy to receive the response to my application letter. I called in sick the day of the interview and left the house early. I wore my newly bought tailored top blouse. The tag price made me promise to myself, I would abstain from drinking soda for a year and drop the soda allowance to a piggy bank. For the first time, I wore a two-inch heel pump shoes. It was also a new pair. It was sale. I had to fight it out with the other early bird customers with elbows outstretched and ready to bump whoever would overtake me in the line just so I can buy that expensive pair of shoes. My hair smelled terrific. I also applied a blush on. My English teacher encouraged me to start using this cheek coloring to conceal the real blush if I get embarrassed. I did not know how to apply makeup , so it looked like, only one cheek felt the embarrassment. *heh*

I found the place after deciding whether it was really the address. It was. A
guy with perfectly coiffed, glistening with moussed hair invited me to his little office. I thought that it is not ideal for him to go out under the sweltering sun. I f a bug happened to land on his hair, it would die of poisoning and bruising from the stiff hair. If he continued “dumping” all those stiffening products in his head, I won’t be surprised if he’s going to go to rehab for inhaling so much alcohol. A casualty of hair vanity.

First, he made me write my name several times. I did not know that he was an expert in handwriting analysis. So I am a combination of save here-spend there-buy-few-and- buy- lots- as- mood- swings type- of- personality. I was about to ask him for his certificate for graphology when he asked me to add long digit numbers. Hello, hello, hello. Did he expect me to prepare the spread sheets mano-mano? I can add by merely scanning them with my eyes but I would not want to be reduced to a walking calculator when going home trying to check whether I got the correct figures or not. Force of habit, I do that all the time even now. I mentally calculate even when I am walking or inside a vehicle so if you are seated beside me and you hear the DING sound, that’s my brain.

RAIN,RAIN GO AWAY, BAGYO BAGYO LAYO KA NA DITO

Dear insansapinas,

Grabe ang ulan. Lalaki ng patak.Parang pag nabasa ka, mabubutas ang bumbunan mo. May bagyo kasi. Hanna pangalan. Hane po.





Pumunta kami sa banko. punta sana kami sa library pero talagang malakas ang ulan.
Ang rayuma ko. Aray.

Pinaysaamerika

The Falling Leaves Again

Dear insansapinas,

Fall na naman o kaya sa ibang pangalan, autumn. Ito, nakita ko sa aming balkonahe. Nagiisang dahon.



Noong isang taon, ito ang mga leaves na kinunan ko ng picture doon sa aming glasswall.



ito pa. niretrato ka sa carpet.



Paranggusto kong kumanta ng The Autumn Leaves.Pigilan ninyo ako.

Pinaysaamerika

Dahil sa Isang Bulaklak

Dear insansapinas,

gusto ko sanang bumili nitong mga bulaklak. twelve dollars ang tatlo.



pero, wala akong green thumb, brown pwede pa. kaya ilang araw lang lanta na ito.

Pinaysaamerika