> oh mY cHocnuT

Author: aLmich

When I was a kid Chocnut cost only 50 centavos/piece. Yes, that's how old I am. I used to go with my lolo's new asawa [Tita Luming] sa palengke. Right next to the paradahan ng jeep pa-balocbaloc was a sari-sari store where I would buy five pieces of Chocnut with P2.50. You open that wrapper carefully and there was this promo where if you complete the numbers 1 to 5, you win P3.00. So I would collect those wrappers, until one day I actually completed them. I won P3.00 and bought six Chocnuts with it.

What I like about Chocnut is they somewhat retained the retro packaging.

What I don't like is how they changed the taste. It used to be more crumbly and peanutty. Now it's just sweeter and creamier. I was looking for that old Chocnut taste when I came across Chocomani at the supermarket.

I liked the name. The first time I bought it, my friend and I split it and finished it inside her car. Next time, I took a picture and posted it on my friendster blog as one gift I'd like to receive for Christmas. One kuripot friend saw it and took advantage. And so he sent me chocomanis.

Honestly I thought I would get a pack of it—not this dami! So generous! Christmas came early. Thank you Arman.

 

My day begins with the smell of coffee wafting through the house and the friendly gurgle of the stove set to go off before I wake. I sip coffee while I check my mail, eat my breakfast and watch the morning news. I sip it from my spill proof mug while I listen to RX93.1 on the way to work. When I arrive at the office, after I turned on my computer the first order of business is to get another cup of coffee before I turn my phone on. In hourly increments throughout the day I refill my cup time and time again, mainly just with sugar or equal, sometimes non-dairy creamer is added. If I can still afford it I love a Grande Latte made with Seattle's Best brand coffee with an extra shot of espresso and a shot of hazelnut or caramel syrup, Cafe Americano or Cafe Mocha wit a shot of Espresso from Starbucks with either Myah, Diana, Gretch or JC. Especially now we're completing our Starbuck's sticker for the planner, everyday will be a Starbucks' Coffee Day.


The feeling of excitement, coffee...
The euphoria from too much caffeine, Kafei...
A feeling that all is at one with the universe, Cafe...
The mental energy and the overwhelming potential stored within, Gehve...
l feel as if nothing can stop me as I am fueled for action, Qahwa...
A bracing bitter taste mixes with the spicy flavor of caffeine as it, Koffie...
Rolls around my tastebuds, Masbout...
The bonhomie and conversational lift, Joe...
The creativity and ideas flow quicker, Java...
Used by artists, thinkers, composers, politicos, and me, cafecito'...
How do I love thee, oh my coffee...?

 

> mocK mE!

Author: aLmich

I met Mami Cez yesterday at Winsource because I needed to make-asikaso na my clearance. It's already 7 months and I have not started anything yet. Not even filing one. We talked and laughed so much while having breakfast at Chef Angelo that we didn't realize how time flew. One of the topics was the call center dillema of handling shitty/bitchy customers and how we deal with it.

I have this way of dealing with stupid customers. When customers call in and start acting really stupid, or being rude, I usually press the mute button on my headset and proceed to mock the customer to no end. Not just, "you're stupid", no, I go on and on, ad infinitum. You know how some people create with paint and canvas, or clay and a potter's wheel. Well, I am an artisan of mocking. Everything from your lack of distinct genitalia, to your sexual inadequacies, to the fact that your family tree never branches out and ends with a detailed description of your mother's shortcomings. I know there are mali practices but I can't help it. Good thing I don't need to deal with them anymore.

When people call in, many of them labor under the misapprehension that we are glad to hear from them and are looking forward to helping them no matter how they may act to us. Most of the time we feel exactly the opposite. We're not happy to be here, the boss is yelling at us and our desk is awash in stupid memos. So we are marking time until we can punch that clock and leave Purgatory.

Now of course if a customer calls in and approaches us the right way, many of us will go out of our way to help them, and we don't all hate people. I do like that I get an opportunity to really help people from time to time. But the idea that call center employees are some large group of concierge-like people who are just waiting for the phone to ring so they can kiss your boots, well, you're just very mistaken...

 

> teasEr

Author: aLmich
 

> The beacH aLa JC

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> grafiTTi

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> higHnesS on a bLast

Author: aLmich

Last time we went to Glorietta, JC and I saw this stretch limo just as we were exiting Glorietta 4.


You don't really see limos in Manila. New York, all the time. But here? Not really.

JC thought Beyoncé was there. The driveway was blocked off to accommodate this huge backup/entourage, which was also spotted at Shangri-La mall on Sunday. Finally JC couldn't stand it and asked the guard if Beyoncé was inside the mall.
No it's Bolkiah, said the guard. As in Prince Jefri, also known as His Royal Highness Pengiran Digadong Sahibul Mal Pengiran Muda Hijra Dallal Jefri Bolkiah ibni Al-Marhum Sultan Haramzada Haji Omar Ali Saifuddien Sa'adul Khairi Waddien??

Or was it the Sultan?

Were they here because they're building a luxury hotel near Glorietta? Or was he simply taking advantage of the lean crowd in Glorietta?
*Duh.
On the other hand...
Glorietta remains a ghost town, three weeks after the mysterious blast that left 11 dead and more than a hundred injured. Three weeks later we have not heard an official statement of what caused it. I think the public deserves to hear from the mall owners or the government.

Had the blast happened in the US, you can expect any or all of these things to happen:

• some sort of memorial for those who died
• counseling or support for the victims and their families
• financial aid for the victims and their families
• some sort of public outcry
• class-action lawsuits left and right from victims and tenants

What the hell happened to the activist, welga - and petition-loving Filipinos? So quiet all of a sudden?

In some sort of way I think the people have spoken.

We were there for dinner and found a virtual ghost town. Nobody wants to go there because they're afraid. It feels creepy. People died there.There are no answers. Was it terrorism, negligence or an accident? You can still smell some kind of sulfur [I don't really know] near the boarded up site of the blast.

If you have some sort of third eye, there are certain spots near the blast that feel quiet heavy. I've talked to sales staff who talked about dismal sales in November where sales are supposed to go up. One said they would scare each other at closing, cigarette or toilet breaks about ghosts lurking around the mall.

We're just waiting for answers. Meanwhile the mall remains empty. JC and I met up at 7:15 pm and found Rustan's empty.



Our first stop was the food court on G4 where I used to eat all the time. My favorite place is Dencio's which is still there. The food is still so good. But unlike most meal times it wasn't difficult to get a table because it was not that busy, to put it lightly.

It's usually time for some Christmas shopping but the usually busy places were empty:

I had really good service for each store because it was empty. JC and I both enjoyed shopping, no lines at the fitting rooms and cashier, for a change.

We would've gone to Topshop for DJ's bilins but it was boarded up.

In the US, there are PR people you can hire for damage control. I'm just a citizen but I can think up of ways to draw people back into the mall: first of all serious sales, discounts and promos, and I mean really juicy ones not offered in other malls. Just to get people used to going back to Glorietta. Give tenants a break and lower their rent. [*EDIT: I've heard they are being given 20% discount but sales are so bad.] But most importantly issue an apology and statement from the mall.
Tell us what happened. Terrorists or accident? Rectify it. Show us you care. Do it soon.

 

I woke up today with good vibes and mood. So I thought, what would be the best way to start the week? but with HIM...

Here's Pastor Carl to set us on the right path.

"Good morning! I hope you had a relaxing weekend and have started your week off with enthusiasm and energy.

Life can be so complicated at times. We set out wide-eyed and eager on the various journeys that we are called to, but inevitably the trials and tribulations come. Even the most optimistic and upbeat person can lose their enthusiasm if they are not careful to guard their heart.

Over the last several weeks I had found myself in just such a place. My awakening point, if you will, was an email from a dear friend who simply asked: “Where has your enthusiasm gone?” My friend continued to observe that I was adrift in a sea of negativity…and she was right!!! In a recent phone call with my mentor, I asked the question: “How do you keep moving forward when there is no wind left in your sails.” Before I give you the counsel of this wise man (he once told me that he is bald, because there is so much contained in his mind), I want to share this verse with you:

Ephesians 6:7 (NLT)

Work with enthusiasm, as though you were working for the Lord rather than for people.

My mentor gave me this same advice. He helped me to see that I was basing my enthusiasm on the response of others and not on the one for whom I work. To put it simply I was finding myself worn down by the response of others to the things the Lord is asking me to do. In reality, the only thing that truly matters is that I be faithful to His leading and put the response of others in His hands.

I already knew that I “perform” for an audience of One, but sometimes the divide between knowing it and living it can be expansive. I had to readjust my focus. I had to clarify who it is that I must please. The bottom line is…it is God!!! Wow, what a breakthrough….what a relief….what a burden lifted!!!

It is so much simpler when I focus solely on Him. I am finding a renewed excitement and enthusiasm. My focus is no longer on polls and approval ratings, but is instead back on the one I truly work for.

This week you may find that your enthusiasm is a bit lacking. I encourage you to take a few moments and refocus on who it is you truly work for. When you put your eyes back on him your work will become a joy and you will once again become exceedingly enthusiastic.

Until next Monday, may God’s richest blessings be yours this week."

More of Pastor Carl's at http://pastorcarl.wordpress.com/