Sunday, August 10, 2008

Happy 23!

A staffer from a major broadsheet called last Thursday asking me for a one-liner about why surveys are important.

I declined and told her, “For a question as significant as that, I might give an answer lesser than what has already been written, emphasized, and told many times over by Dr. M.”

“Tama ka,” she said, “he is, as far as we all know, the one who fought the hardest for survey freedom. I better try and ask him.”

“Before you call him, read this first,” directing her to the link.

I suggest we all read it, too, again. ^ ^

***

Last Aug. 8 marked the 23rd birthday of the stations, and celebrated it with the traditional pictorials (oh yeah! It’s always fun sitting and waiting under the hot sun for that precious picture-perfect moment), a simple salo-salo, and whatever program our beloved HR can think of.

That “whatever” was handed down to me last, last Friday – a week before the anniversary – while we were all neck-deep with all sorts of deadlines and reports.

A video presentation, she said, something just like the 20th, but this time focusing on the people.

I was staring at her blankly. ”Do you know how long it took me to do that eeny-weeny, little show? Weeks! With an ‘s’!”

But hey, it’s the anniversary. Why not give it a shot like we always do?

And so the little show was slapped together, presented, applauded, protested, criticized, and is now back in my hands for improvements.

At least now I have 18 calendar days to do it.

The most common comment about the show?

Not enough old pictures.

I agree.

Sometimes we have to look back and remind ourselves where we came from, and why we are here in the first place.

Happy 23rd birthday, Mother Stations! Cheers to us all who are, and have been, part of it.

Monday, May 05, 2008

A visit to Coolwaves

Just when my love for hard drinks was about to be resurrected, along came this so-called tequila to shoot it down and bury it back six feet under.

Here's a shot of the teh-killah that killed us all.

A closer inspection of the label would show that agave is not even in the ingredients.

Anyway, we were in Coolwaves, Bulacan sometime first week of April not to kill our brains cells but to spend some quality time with Lynn who, as of blog time, is now with her hubby in Australia.

It was an evening trip from SWS office in Quezon City to Bulacan (thanks to Ar and Ahmed for the ride) which showcased the outstanding tracking and guiding skills of Vlad, who was then on a separate trip with his wife, in-laws, etc.

With Mike describing our whereabouts through the cellphone, Vlad was able to track us down and finally tailgate us along NLEX. I say it was an amazing feat, considering how heavy the traffic was in that area.

Getting to the resort was a bit tricky (watch for the flags, said Vlad), especially at night. When we got there, the place was so packed it took Mae a while to bag a cozy room for all seven of us.

Lynn did a great job of concealing the bottled goodies in her bags by covering them with uhm swimwear and undies. I guess they were effective barriers against the security guard's poking stick. Peace, Lynn!

The guard did let the harmless-looking local wine through without corkage fee. How kind of him.

And so we drank, ate barbeque, and talked about Lynn's life in SWS.



I blacked out on my nth shot of teh-killah. Shucks, I was hoping to see Lynn cry before I crash, but no -- I was never built for hard drinks, much more for killer teh-killahs.

Maybe the other Techies could fill-in the gap in the story. I was just told the next morning that everyone else took a dip at one the pools while I lie wasted on the bed.

I woke up with a nasty headache and no recollection of how I ended up in bed. This worried me a lot, knowing I have done really stupid things in the past after having too much liquor. It was a relief to be told later that I went to bed quietly and just blacked out.

Everyone who've had the teh-killah suffered major headache that morning.

The resort's main attraction is the artificial waves which, unfortunately, never happened during our stay.

The resort staffs kept telling us, "Ayan na. Paaandarin na." Pero namuti na ang mata at nangulubot na ang balat namin sa kahihintay, walang tinamaan ng kulog na waves.

But hey, forget about the non-existent waves and the killer tequila. It is a nice place, and it's the people around you that makes it better.

Cheers!

And all the best to you, Lynn!

Friday, February 29, 2008

WANTED: Ice Cream

The Birthday Ice Cream, February 28, 2008, 24 days after my actual 23rd birthday:



Double Dutch yum yum :) Unfortunately, we didn't know that it contains peanuts and almonds. Too bad for Vlad, a fervent lobbyist for the ice cream since my birthday, who can't eat anything with peanuts/almonds because of his gout problem :(


Wednesday, February 06, 2008

WANTED: ICE CREAM

-----
From VLAD2 To 15:58.19, wed 06


ICE CREAM SA MINI STOP
Sa ganitong mainit na araw
Ice cream ang masarap kaulayaw
Sa nakaraang nag-birthday
Ikaw huwag malumbay
Dahil ang ice cream sa mini stop ay mura lang
At hatid nito'y saya sa bawat nilalang
Kung kaya't sa iyong bulsa ay dumukot
Upang mawala na itong ating pagkabagot



p.s.

samahan mo pa ng song and dance number, baka magpabili na ako ng icre cream...


mae

Monday, February 04, 2008

Checklist

... lambanog, sandals, batteries, insect repellant, hard-boiled egg, eaji, spam, camera, vodka, adobo, kumot, paalam sa misis, bus tickets, jacket, bigas, social obligations, ahit ng balbas, spooning, panlaban sa lamig, bomika, flush toilet, nilagang aso, yakap, shotgun, sunblock, bonfire, charger, palay...

The Techies are up to something...


Abangan!

Saturday, December 22, 2007

Almost famous in December

The office Christmas party is considered by the staffs as that single day of the year when everyone can drop everything, let loose and let go, and be anyone you want to be -- just for one evening.

And this year's theme pretty much gives everyone a shot at their most cherished fantasies: "Famous Movies".

Shown in the photo, from left to right:

Papa Bear, as Indiana Jones Sr. The props: leather cowboy hat and a real rope-whip. Good thing he never carries that thing around the Tech area. Imagine this: "Mike, I need that sampling! Hwabish! Leo, where's that media release? Hwooopak!!"

Ooooohh! *shudder* Just kidding! ^^

Mae, as Hermione Granger. The props: a witch's hat made by Ramon, a necktie, a toga, and a wand. Wingardium Leviosa!

Mike, as the rock and rollin' Dewey Finn of the movie School of Rock. The props: plaid shirt, denim jeans, and his very own electric guitar. Melt their faces, man!

Ramon, as the legendary ninja. The props: a complete ninja suit! and a black short staff as sword. You sneaky, sneaky you.

Mear, Lara Croft. The props: all-black kick-ass outfit, leather belts, pistols, and the hairdo that completes that Lara-look.

I came as Eric Draven from the movie The Crow. The props: improvised trenchcoat, all-black outfit, black straps, ropes, a wig, and dog chains. Thanks to Joan for my make-up. ^^

Vlad, as the late Arturo "Bomber" Moran, a huge (literally) villain who was a favorite cast in the 80s to 2002-something Pinoy action-comedy films, best known for his brand of portraying "kontrabidang palpak".
Over half of the staff came as witches from Hogwarts, an evidence maybe of the film's recent hit. The talented Marco put his skills to use and came as Optimus Prime, with armors made of old vertical file boxes and used cardboards (given the chance, I'd award him the Most Environment-Friendly Costume).
The most daring costume would be that of our Field Anchor, Con, who came as Tinkerbell. I need not describe this one. Vegetable salad, anyone?
More about the Mother Station christmas party in the next post! Happy holidays!

Thursday, December 13, 2007

Game na!

Before everyone gets busy with the holidays, let us pause to remember that just this Tuesday, December 11, at 11:30am, time and work stopped at Mother Station. For half an hour, history unfolded as all staff gathered in one room, watched in one TV, and shouted in one voice...

"Go Lynn!"

There she was, on a primetime TV game show -- beaming, vibrant, and seemingly heavier by ten pounds (TV always does that to anyone, they say, so no worries) -- poised to conquer nine other contestants for that coveted cash price and the chance to be lead dancer of "Papaya".

How many of us know which of the first ten words of the song, "Pangako sa 'yo", starts with the letter "N"? Not me, that's for sure, nor anyone of us watching at that time. But, with a fluid swipe at the sensor (or was she just trying to fix her clothes?), Lynn nailed this question to be the very first contestant to leave the elimination round and rise to the next level.

And be the first to be interviewed by the game show host.

The exchange was a blur, but I've never seen the host so star-struck. Way to go Lynn! Haha!

The next level features the "atras-abante" maneuvers. While she was overshadowed by two married contestants and got the nasty "atras" from a gasoline shop crew, Lynn showed a stellar performance by answering the trickiest of questions ("Ano ang tawag sa nakababatang kapatid na lalaki ng iyong Lola?") and showing compassion to fellow contestants (by not using her "Atras" powers).

Cheers to you, Lynn! Congrats for your winnings! And thanks for the blowout (hindi yata lahat nakakain. Isa na ako doon)! The Techies are so proud of you! ^^

Tuesday, December 04, 2007

Happy!

The age-old tradition that is the SWS Christmas card just had a breath of fresh talent.

Behold, (drum roll) the art of Marco.

This year we are sharing a question, which personally I think is quite apt amid the turbulent times:

Sa pangkalahatan, masasabi po ba ninyo na ang inyong Pasko ngayong taon ay magiging..? [On the whole, would you say that your Christmas this year will be..?] (Masaya [Happy] code 1, Malungkot [Sad] code 2, Hindi masaya at hindi rin malungkot [Not happy and not sad] code 3)


Wishing everyone a code 1 Christmas 2007!
Maligayang Pasko at
Manigong Bagong Taon 2008!

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Telephone Toughie

Another classic "Lynn moment"...

(Phone rings incessantly. Lynn rushes to her table to pick it up.)

Lynn: "HELLO! SINO 'TO?!!"

(A few seconds of silence.)

Lynn: "Hi Sir..."



Lessons:

- When inside the office, never EVER think, even for a second, that you will not get a call from your boss.

- You only need to remember two voices in the office: 1) your boss' and 2) that of others. You could forget the latter, but the former you must be able to distinguish down to the most minute tone and timbre, in all conditions (imagine choppy cellphone signal and barely audible murmur) and at all times (short of becoming a pre-cog like Vlad who could predict Papa Bear's calls with 99% accuracy).

And so ends the story of Telephone Toughie Lynn. ^ ^

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Hope!



Always with HOPE! Ü

Maligayang Pasko at Manigong Bagong Taon sa lahat!

Monday, November 06, 2006

Pics (not THAT pics)

Hi! It's been a while, but here are some pictures taken last June 28, 2006...

Our wedding photos, in their initial layout, courtesy of Ariel Javelosa.

Take care, everyone!

Monday, October 30, 2006

...

to...

SAMAHANG WALANG SABADO
SLAVES WITHOUT SALARIES
SAMAHANG WALANG SLEEP
SAMAHANG WALANG SINASANTO

....i wish i knew how to quit you

Friday, October 27, 2006

Legacy

(just a quick sharing. some might remember this word as clearly as we know the "eff" word today. Ü)

Last night the night lamp in our living room burned unusually bright. It was so bright we didn't have to use the two other lamps to light up the rest of the apartment's first level.

This morning we found the lamp's bulb busted -- its glass burned black and broken.

Burned out...

"At least it went out in a blaze of glory," I told my wife, "now THAT's a great way to go."

The lowly bulb became the apartment's brightest star, even for just one night, leaving a legacy that earned it a few seconds of conversation over breakfast.

The same phenomenon happens in watch batteries. Their dying moments are usually heralded by the crazy speed of the watch's second hand.

It happens to people, too.

That yearning to stand out and shine, and to perform with unusual enthusiasm and efficiency, in an attempt to leave behind a legacy...

Before they go.

I believe that's the ideal scenario. It may be hard for most of us, and oftentimes it is exactly what's keeping us where we are despite years of planning to move on.

Here's praying that we all leave behind a legacy...

Before we go.

We may not be successful, but at least we tried.

Thursday, June 08, 2006

The call...

To those who read my other blog, this may help put things in perspective. ---> Remember this?

It’s over.

My officemate for over six or seven years (darn, I can’t even remember), my housemate for over two years... a big bro, tatay, and lolo to most of his friends...

He passed away this afternoon...



I received the call in the middle of a project meeting.

It was our boss.

Normally he wouldn’t do that – to call us knowing we are in a meeting.

He asked me to pass the phone to our project director, who was speaking at that time. In a hushed voice, she told me that she has been ignoring her phone ringing repeatedly in her pocket.

But his request was firm, and I have no choice but to interrupt our director, and hand her my phone.

The gasp and panicked voice made almost everyone turn from the meeting table. Judging from her expression, whatever our boss was telling her, it was bad.

Really bad.

When she walked back to the table, she first apologized and broke the news to everyone.

Our Senior Programmer passed away.

Condolences were extended, and the meeting have to go on.

It was hard... To not to shed a tear in front of the meeting. I wanted to break something. Anything.

But I can't.

Under the table, my hand were shaking, and I cannot understand half of what was being discussed.

Darn you!

Darn you! We were playing billiards just last week, you stubborn ox, and not even our bosses could make you put down that freakin’ bottle of beer.

Damn damn damn damn!

Shit.





Sigh...

Peace, King Tot.

Wherever you are, I’m sure you are in a better place.

I’ll dedicate my first bottle of beer to you.

Cheers!

And I'm not done writing about you just yet. More to follow.

Friday, May 05, 2006

A week after "grand eviction"

Grabe, tagal ding walang update dito ah.

A repost...

Last April 28 was “grand eviction day” at Kampo.

Kampo is the apartment my housemates and I that have been renting for over two years. The place is near a police camp, thus the nickname.

My fiancee, who found the place in the classified ads, referred it to us in July 2003. By August 2003, five housemates moved in. In a span of over two years, the original five has come down to three.

After the grand eviction, Kampo is left with one housemate – me.

The grand eviction was nothing like Pinoy Big Brother, where housemates get evicted for violations, tactical nominations, and text voting. It was a favor I’ve asked of my now former housemates: that I get to solo Kampo two months before my wedding.

They agreed, and for this I owe them big time.

And so with some beer, Mike’s pasta, and some officemates, we celebrated our last night as housemates. Salamat sa inyo, ‘dre. Tandaan n'yo na laging bukas ang Kampo sa inyo at lahat ng Tetcheeze, anumang oras. Wag n’yong kalimutang magdala ng beer (Hehe. Joke lang). ^^

That night also marked the end of my lifestyle of co-habitation.

For the longest time, I’ve spent my life living with people outside of my family, in places dictated by my choice of educational institution and, eventually, workplace -- a typical lifestyle of a promdi whose permanent address doesn’t even have a street number.

It’s been a week now since I had Kampo for myself. It’s almost surreal. I’ve forgotten the freedom of living in a space that’s totally your own.

Absolute silence and darkness suddenly became things that I command and control, not just something I wish for. Time, for a while, became obscure with the sudden disappearance of other people’s rituals (that explains my sudden tardiness at the office).

I’ll be enjoying these rare, small moments for two months.

One of the tequilla fridays at Kampo. (l-r) penn, vlad, rubs, ai, mae, mike, mear, lynn, mage, and lei.
(Note: Kampo housemates)

Thursday, January 05, 2006

Twilight Zone

Yesterday...


Pusang ginisa!

Am I in the right office?

Fresh from Pier 15 of South Harbor (in other words, gusut-gusot at amoy kalye), I walked into an office that looked like mother station, all fired up to start my year right.

But wait!

Mukhang may kakaiba.

Madam Modela looks fine, as always, but Jenergizer looks even better!

And that's not all!

May dumaan na sa biglang-tingin ay kamukha ni Gwapong Kuya Mike -- pero japorms, naka-corporate look.

Hinabol ko yung kamukha ni GKM para makasiguro.

And guess what?

You're right!

Hindi siya.

*Joke lang*

It's GKM!!!

OMG.

Everybody's in corporate attire.

Off the hook!

Tapos nabalitaan kong nag-flag ceremony nung Monday.

Kewl!

May flag retreat kaya?

Wednesday, December 21, 2005

Rediscover

The crudely handwritten memo posted at mother station's pantry says:

"Because we conserved energy, use microwave on lunchtime only."

That piece of paper never failed to get my attention, even in my half-awake state, every time I fill my half-liter mug with good ol' Mr. Fixit's batangas brew.

It's been there since we came down from Tagaytay last December 15 to discover the meaning of "rediscover".

Memo Master strikes again, and he's getting good at it -- spurred perhaps by the rediscovery sessions where he made sure everyone is reminded how important and hardworking he is (it's probably a gift to be able do that with uncanny ease).

Everytime I fill my coffee mug, I kept thinking if King Tot would have ripped that memo to shreds by now. I guess I'll find out as soon as he recovers from his tryst with pneumonia.

Po*@#, anong gagawin namin pag late kaming kakain? Ipitin sa kili-kili ang ulam? I could almost hear King Tot saying.

But the memo stays posted. I guess it has its purpose.

For me, it's a reminder that such attempt to appear efficient could never replace genuine dedication to continue helping and improving the mother station. It's a reminder, perhaps, to look at my self as well and see my own shortcomings.

Genuine dedication, I believe, is the reason why the office pantry has freshly brewed coffee at 8:30 in the morning without fail for the past 20 years.


Looking back at the whole rediscovery exercise, I say Brother Sangre could not have chosen a more appropriate prayer for it:

"Lord, grant me the serenity
to accept the things I cannot change,
the courage to change the things that I can,
and the wisdom to know the difference."

Thursday, November 17, 2005

Faces

My dream of passing the creative torch to the new-bloods died yet another painful death this year, and the task of designing the station's christmas card falls on my lap, again.

It all started when I heard the station wishing for a more personalized greeting card to replace the UNICEF cards it customarily gave out on Christmas. In between research work, I played with Photoshop and Pagemaker, and submitted my first design.

It got approved (aha, madali palang i-please mga tao dito. haha!), marking my first break into (extremely) amateur graphics design, and my unofficial designation as the station's designs/layout artist. It was only a few years ago when my job description got revised to include those functions.

The task gets gruelling each year: now I have to fit 43 people into a half-letter size postcard while trying to make it pass for a decent greeting card. The pictorials get more complicated (thus messier), the designs more demanding, and the deadline more toxic than ever.

I have to find someone to do this next year!! *reminder entered*

Anyway, there's (always) a certain high with designing the station's christmas card, however simple or amateur. Labor of love, maybe, and the chance to see the faces of people I hardly get to even talk to in this workplace -- taking note of the new faces, how the old ones have changed, and remembering those who were once part of this station's motley mob.

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Looking back: a draft of my first proposed design. Unfortunately, I couldn't find a copy of the finished product.