Bakasyon
POSTED AT 12:49 PM

duskee

I've just had my first vacation since I started working June 2003.

I don't have pictures to show yet since wala pa yung prints. Yes po, wala akong gigidigicam.

It was so fun to spend a couple of days with my grandmother, aunt and cousin.

I love my inaanak.

I had fun just hanging out with my high school buddies. Paalala lang po, patayin niyo na lahat ng issue. Matanda na tayo. hehehehehe

It's so weird, I didn't recognize my 5th grade classmate who is now my high school classmate's girlfriend. She's so tall and pretty. Buti pa siya girl na. hehehe

Sorry po sa mga taong nag-iintay na magsabi akong pupunta ako ng Manila. I've just been there. Hindi ko na kayo sinabihan kasi sandali lang ako dun eh. I only had 2 days there. The rest of the time, we were somewhere else.

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julius, joseph, edsel, arnyl, jorge and arvin (ALERT guys)

Ako, ako, ako... lagi na lang ako...

pag victim ako...

pag assault jumps ako...

pag improvised harness ako...

puro tuloy ako pasa!

Lagot kayo sa tatay ko! hehehe...

Salamat po, I had fun being your baby/dummy/toy yet again.


Currently feeling: shabog

Saya
POSTED AT 08:40 AM

duskee

Kung bakit kasi naging field biologist ang iha.

Pede namang medyo malaki ang sweldo mo kaya afford mong umuwi sa mga kaibigan mo at least every other month.

Diba, double the pay for half of the work. Plus nasa city ka lang. Walang sakit ng katawan. Hindi ka mapapapak ng mga insekto. Present ka sa lahat ng birthdays and whatevers.

Hindi mo na kelangang magcare kung inuubos nila ang mga puno sa bundok. Pake mo kung mawala nang lahat ang mga hayop.

Kung bakit kasi naging field biologist ang iha.

Siguro kasi kahit na mahirap, nakakapagod at minsan nakakainis at nakaka-iyak, yan lang kasi talaga ang gusto mong gawin sa buhay mo.

Bahala nang hindi ka yumaman. Basta mataba ka ang puso mo.

Alam naman ng mga kaibigan mo na mahal mo sila. Alam naman nilang gusto mo silang makasama. Kaya kahit once-in-a-blue-moon lang kayo magkita, solve ka na. Bitin man, masaya pa rin.

Nakakabawi ka naman sa pamilya mo. At bukod dun, proud silang yan ang trabaho mo.

Bahala nang masakit ang katawan. Hayaan na lang ang mga kagat ng insekto. Wag ka na lang magsuot ng shorts.

Kahit na pano mo baliktarin ang mundo, alam mong may pake ka sa mga bundok at mga hayop. Simula nung bata ka, nung maitim ka at kulot ang buhok mo, apektado ka na ng mga bagay na yan. Ngayong medyo mas may edad ka na, ngayong maitim ka at kulot ang buhok mo, mas apektado ka.

Hindi totoong wala ka nang gana. Hindi totoong allergic ka sa trabaho. Hindi naman trabaho ang pagiging field biologist. Yan na ang buhay mo. At kahit ilang beses ka pang tanungin, yan lang din ang pipiliin mo.

Kung bakit nga naman naging field biologist ang iha.

Sinabihan kang panglibro ka lang. Ngayon, pang libro ka pa rin, pero nasa bundok ka na.

Sinabihan kang hindi ka pedeng mapagod. May asthma ka. Lahat ng bawal sa iyo anjan sa bundok. Biruin mo, kahit na lahat nang pedeng makapatay sa'yo nasa bundok, buhay ka pa rin.

Kung nakinig ka sa kanila wala kang buhay.

Higit sa isang taon ka nang field biologist. Bawat araw pinasalamatan ang Diyos kahit may mga segundong hindi mo naiintindihan kung bakit yan ang pinili mo.

Kung bakit nga naman naging field biologist ang iha.

Jan ka kasi masaya. Anjan kasi ang puso mo. Yan kasi ang gusto mo sa buhay mo. Currently feeling: proud to be me

The Greatest Love Story Ever
POSTED AT 02:04 PM

duskee

Because February is known as the "love" month, allow me to poke fun at it I have a little tribute. I personally could care less for this month. February, to me, means my mom's birthday.

Ass-spelunkers

Some say it might be because I'm bitter. They say it's sad to be spending Ass-spelunking's Valentine's Day alone. But I'm not alone. And I'm not sad. I just really think this "holiday" is over-rated.

Hush Cams. Behave.

Anyway, to show respect to what this month signifies to many, I present you with the Greatest Love Story Ever.

Enjoy.

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It starts like any other love story.

They meet.

They fell in love.

Eloped.

And...

Well...























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Disclaimer: Bobong (the bald one) and Julius are not lovers. Julius is just demonstrating the fireman's drag (which is how you should drag an unconcious victim from a burning house/building when CO2 has built up). Why they're holding hands in the first picture is beyond me. The second picture shows the lover's carry (for rescue).


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Peace mga pare. It's just a little payback for all the bruises I got from the training. I still say thank you. I had so much fun.

Currently feeling: evil/crazy

Bloody VDay
POSTED AT 08:37 AM

duskee

I told you I abhor VDay.

Yesterday, while the staff meeting went fine, I found out a few things I wouldn't really dread not knowing. I was told that the witches of the past were brewing curses against me.

Curse 1: wanted to ask me to be excluded from the field work just so I can be an office slave.

Curse 2: spread lies about me making my boss question my dedication and performance

Curse 3: told me I wasn't at all good at anything.

Oh well. Thank God that He loves me. Those lies were all crushed.

It is still amazing to me how some people could just dig holes so deep just because of unfounded jealousy. Truly, I pray for those people. I know the ramifications would be on them, not me. My work speaks for itself. And it should.

By the time I got home my heart was already troubled and a bit wounded. I keep on trying to figure out what I did to make them hate me so much.

When I got to our gate, I realized that I don't have the keys to the house, and the gate was locked. So I called my mom and waited for them on the curve beside our house. I was accompanied by a battalion of insects.

When we were folding laundry, I was telling my mom about what happened that day and all that I found out. She lent me a sympathetic ear. Then my dad joined us and without even waiting for a sentence to finish, reprimanded me for being coy. So I stopped sharing. And wet the socks and underwear I was folding with tears.

At least the dinner was good. I love Vietnamese food. I love food. I got to talk to my best friend. And then we watched a movie.

When we finally got home, and I was parking the car, my dad got mad at me again.

Bloody bloody bloody.

This morning, my fears have come true. All those days and nights of chatting, the loads of papers and reports have put a toll on my wrist and what I have always disguised as an old injury from wall climbing turns out to be carpal tunnel syndrome, computeritis as my brother calls it.

This is another reason why I can't wait to go back on field. So I can rest my wrist and my heart as well.

It lightened my spirit a bit when the jeepney driver told me he thought my injury was due to sparing in karate. Hmm... I wonder if it could be because I look beat up or just plainly atheletic.

So here I am, ranting away my frustrations before getting on to business.

And that's that.

See you in two weeks.

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PS: Yes a bomb did explode here. And it was close to our house. But there's no need to worry. We don't live in a country where planes crash into buildings or students shot other students in school but say they're safe. We do sleep with the enemy in our country but we deal with it. To live life afraid is to not live at all. Currently feeling: not in the mood/a bit sad