The Witty Planner 2013

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"Don't panic!" screamed the February 13 page of my planner. "Valentine's Day na po bukas." And just like that, I panicked like all the men and women who promised themselves last year that they would finally be with someone come the Day of Hearts. I'm panicking for a different reason. After all, I'm in a happy relationship. But the big bold block letters reminded me that I still had not blogged about this planner despite promising myself to write a review in the first week of the new year. Well, it's the first week of the Chinese New Year. Ha! I know it's the middle of February. I know … [Read more...]

The Promil Kid and the Bottled-up Secret

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The oil on the pan was barely heated as I was cooking lunch when I heard two voices coming from one corner of the kitchen. It was my now 8-years old nephew with Min-min, a second cousin and his constant playmate, talking about something that he was preparing. “Don’t tell anyone, Min-min,” said my nephew in an ironically loud voice. “This is a secret! No one should know.” “No one should know?” confirmed Min-min. “No one.” … [Read more...]

Malacca’s Got Humor

Here's me at the Ruins of St. Paul Church!

I quit my full-time job last month to see the world. Well, not really to see the world. I just wanted to have more time to travel. I still provide social media consultancy services to a couple other companies but getting rid of my "day job" would mean more freedom --- Freedom from limited leave credits, from the mountain-high pile of work to do after every holiday trip, from asking permission from the bosses. Although my current employment status would not allow me to go on a month-long backpacking trip to wherever, I now have the choice to be on the road or fly somewhere any day I want! … [Read more...]

Keeping Them Straight

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"What's wrong with me?" cried Celine, a friend and colleague. Moments earlier, she mastered the art of using all the functional muscles on her face to signal that there was a hot, goodlooking male behind me. Drowning in excitement and a deadly sin, she watched the guy behind me like she was ready to mate. "Yeah, he was behind me in the queue earlier. He's tall. He smelled really nice." I told her. "And he's gay." "No, he's not." First stage of grief, denial. "Don't you sense it?" I added. "Look at their body language, Celine. The other guy is his boyfriend." "Really? That's … [Read more...]

A Break-up Letter

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I never expected I'd be writing you this letter. We've had six years of wonderful memories but I'm afraid it had come to the point where you started to break my heart. I should've seen it coming since I've been finding it hard to breathe lately. It's time to end the pain that I'm feeling and I just have to say goodbye. I've known you since I was a kid but it was only before my college graduation that we had a real relationship. At first, it was difficult for me to get along with you considering the nasty things some people say about you. They said you would hurt me, and you did. They … [Read more...]

Shy Guy and I: The Thought

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One romantic night, my hubby Shy Guy and I were lying in our bed. It was one of those nights when we would just drop everything we were doing and just enjoy the moment. No one was saying anything. Just exchanging glances and smiles. After a sweet long embrace and a gentle kiss, he looked at me and found me staring back at him. "Anong nasa isip mo?" he asked. I smiled, touched his face and whispered, "Antaba mo na!" … [Read more...]

The Promil Kid’s Love-Hate Affair with iPod

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One of the things my nephew, the Promil Kid, loved about me was that I had an iPod Touch. At the time, I would always let him play with it since I have an iPhone and we would only meet every month anyway so I figured, "What the hell? Here, play, go." In fact, he spent more time with the iPod than me. Or even when we were together, he was still playing Angry Birds or Tap Tap Ants or Drop Chicken or whatever new game I had. So it wasn't a surprise that whenever I would come home (every month), the first thing he would say to me was "Tito, iPod." He probably loved it more than me. … [Read more...]

Akala Mo Lang Wala Nang SLUMBOOK, Pero Meron, Meron, MERON!

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Once upon a time, I had a witty friend who had a witty idea. Her name was Tonet. "Yoshke, I have a brilliant concept for a business," Tonet exclaimed. "Ano na namang kagagahan 'yan?" I asked, knowing her history of kagagahan. "Let's create a witty planner that will rival that of Starbucks," my witty friend explained. "We will sell copies of it. It will be epic!" "Haynaku friend, I'm so busy with my full-time job. I don't know where to find time to create a witty planner with you," said I, who was trying to prove my buzzkill reputation right. We parted ways and she never brought it … [Read more...]

College Friends Bring On the Crazy!

College friends at Anawangin Cove

I clearly remember how my friend Dohna attempted to start singing Tina Arena's Burn with "Do you wanna be a fo..." and tried to get away with it by claiming she was about to say "forest," not "foet." And how she shared some words of wisdom, telling me that "sometimes we have to eat our friends in order to live and because they eat us too." Well, Dohna is a college friend. And she's not alone. There are a lot of people like her where she came from. Many of my college friends are hilariously epic. Meet Icang Icang is your girl-next-door type, who just seems lost sometimes. Oh, make that … [Read more...]

Two Salesladies

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Coming from a meeting in Ortigas, I dropped by SM Megamall to buy a laptop bag. It was around 10:30 am and there were not so many people at Cyberzone. I entered a store and I was the only customer at the time. I was sharing the room with one saleslady who was busy at the counter. After finally choosing the bag I wanted to purchase, I approached the saleslady and gave her the item. And then something weird happened. She looked at me from head to toe and then stared for a few seconds. It wasn't condescending. The stare screamed of frustration, of remorse. I was wearing black pants, a T-shirt … [Read more...]