Why Is my colleague an Idiot.

Scene A:

me : Hey ****** I created a new folder named REV C so all drawings revised after feb 23,
must be saved on this folder ok?

Idiot: SORRY?

(I repeated my sentence)

Idiot: Revise the what? what are those revisions for? we're only on the REV B stage
how did you get a REV c?

me : (wtf!)

Scene B:

Secretary: ******, can u adjust this text box? coz it's too tight they (bosses) have no
space to sign.

Idiot : Sorry?

(Secretary repeats her statement)

Idiot : sign what? u did not told me to sign anything.

Scene C:

Idiot : Are you finished emailing the drawings?

Me : I already did, oh! btw I used my gmail instead of outlook coz i think
gmail can hold larger multiple files.

Idiot : Sorry?

(I repeated my sentence)

Idiot : who did you gmail? and why?


Imagine all this kind of conversation every moment, of every single goddamn day!!!!!!

....right now this is my damn freakin' song!
"loathing, unadulterated loathing...for your face, your voice, your clothing. let's just say, I loathe it all! with every little trait however small makes my very flesh begin to crawl..." - Wicked OST

...yes I am whinning, after a reeeeeeally long time, I am again whinning so spare me the this freakin' moment. argh!

My 30 Cents....

 

As I was ending my day I was able to do a good deed! (halo shining, ting! *wink*wink*).  I was queuing for my regular after-work waffle treat with my colleague Al. There was a little boy about 7 - 8 years old, who was queuing before me. He bought a $1.50 Peanut waffle but he is short of 30 cents. He said he thought the one he want was $1.20. 

Okay, if you are curious if they we're speaking in chinese, well they are actually and no! up until now, I still don't know how to speak chinese except for words like "tapaw" - take out/take-away. and that's it! 

Anyway, I kind of decipher what was going on when the little guy and and waffle dude we're referring to the price posted in front of the stall. I thought waffle dude will just let little guy pass, but well, waffle dude really means business. So there I was, asking waffle dude, how much does little guy need to get the peanut waffle and there you go I gave waffle dude my 30cents! 30 cents, to give the little boy his peanut waffle, topped with a really huge smile with a free and sincere gratitude.

Who says you can't buy happiness, in fact it's not even expensive. It feels really great today doing little things that meant so much to others.  

The Most Beautiful Gas Station in the World

Nothing beats the classic as they say. I stumbled into this blog on www.architecturalrecord.com. Unfortunately I have to purchase the whole article (from a different website) so I can read it (ha! no way!) good thing the blogger has a few words straight from the article itself.  What really caught my attention is the name MIES VAN DER ROHE as I was reading through the blog. Van Der Rohe - father of modernism (worked with Le Corbusier and Walter Gropius-big names!).

He also designed the first ever glass house, the Farnsworth house.

                                          Believe it or not but this was designed in 1950

Anyway, the most beautiful gas station in the world is the Esso gas station in Quebec and has been designed in the 60's.  

...Needless for me to say anything, thus let me just I quote the writer:

"The thing really is beautiful; it's so unassuming, like a lot of great artworks,"

"It's of a great simplicity, and it's a building that was really thought out. It's not overstated, it's very modest, very functional, and very well designed," said Dinu Bumbaru, the director of Heritage Montreal, who has described it as the "Ritz" of gas stations.

"The filling station was a departure from the garish corporate colours, neon signs and blinding flood lighting of most modern service stations."

That's why I always live by Leonardo Da Vinci's words "Simplicity is the ultimate form of Sophistication"

Sadly, they don't make gasoline stations like these anymore...

Jamitay & Kyler's First birthday two decades from now...

Kyler Clark - Feb 5, 2008

Chelsea Zara - Feb 1, 2008

In case we still haven't met, I am your ninang from land far far away...we've never met and I've only seen your pictures patiently updated by your mothers (don't hate her for posting your you-think-its-embarassing photos online, it's actually what your admirers want to see). I am writing about this so that you kiddies, when you are old enough and your parents can trust you over the internet (oh! you have no idea how many dark and dangerous things are out here) and hopefully read your ninang's "sensible thoughlessness". You will not consider me as gone-and-vanished ninang (just THE invisible ninang). You see, when you guys were born I wasn't there, most especially you Kyler, we are time zones away from each other. The day you were born, it was the day after I became an Architect (in the Philippines) that's how I will always remember your birthday. While you little Jamitay, it was three days before my excruciating anticipation ended (ask your mom, she knows how excruciating is excruciating). That's why I consider both your birthdays as a very special one, I believe that two angels were sent o me on that week of Feb 2008. Anyway, yeah it just feels really sad that on the three most important events of your innocent lives, I wasn't there. I won't have my own slice of story to tell you. One of which is your birth, how loud you cried or how you pooed on your diapers while I was carrying you, etc, etc. Two, your Christening. I will not be surprised if one these days when we have the chance to meet each other you will hide behind your mom's or you dad's back and peek at that stranger who is gesturing to carry you (in Kyler's case that if you are still a toddler when we finally meet). The last and final of all is your first birthday. It's suppose to be the culminating event of the beginning of your officially "adult" life, where you get your first bruise from your first steps, first song and a whole lot of firsts. Unfortunately I am here, typing all these excuses (haha!). Although here's one thing I can promise you both, by this time you can already read this, and for sure you maybe find it awkward coz we never really hang out when you guys were still toddlers. If ever somebody broke your heart (especially you Jamitay) message me right away and I'll be all ears on you, I promise!

And you superman (for sure you'll hate this nickname by the time you read this) I really don't know if you'll be a sports enthusiast, or a toy collector and maybe perhaps a reader like me but sure! A little bonding won't hurt not unless you like to bungee jump, then maybe we can arrange a different ninang-and-ina-anak bonding. HAPPY BIRTHDAY to the both of you!!! your invisible godmother, Fran