The Asian Prince (gulp!)

Today while working on a project in the office, my officemate re-discovered this old site he saw a long time ago. Its worth a couple of laughs.

Click here at your own risk

Mga Tanga sa Mundo atbp.

Ang dami talagang mga tanga sa mundo. Hindi ko alam kung dahil ba pinanganak silang tanga, o sinasadya nila maging tanga, o kung ano man. Pero ang dami talagang tanga sa mundo. Ba't ko naman ito biglang nabanggit?

Kaninang tanghalian sa isang fast food restaurant sa The Fort may ale sa kabilang pila na inaway na lang bigla yung kahera porke't nagkamali lang ng pasok ng order sa cash register. Lintik. Parang nilamas mo bigla dede niya sa sobrang galit! Bumanat pa ng inggles. Hanep. Aliw. At hindi lang 'yon.

Dahil nauna ako sa kabilang pila 'di ko na inabot ang katapusan ng sapalaran nila ng kahera. Pero yung kasama ko sa opisina naabutan. Kawawa nga, nakapila kasi sa likod ng ale. Humingi raw ng P8.00 ang kahera para buo na ang isukli sa ale, at sinabi raw ng ale, "Ba't pa kita bibigyan ng pera e sobra-sobra na yang binayad ko?" May pagka-binge rin pala ale.

Pero bwiset ano? Papatulan mo na yung kahera, e alam mo naman na sa mga ganoong klaseng kainan ngayon medyo mahina na talaga serbisyo. Tapos magpapalabas ka pa na ikaw ay mas magaling? Bravo. Sige lang. Tignan natin kung makabanat ka ng ganyan sa hotel. Baka simpleng order ng filet mignon o kaya hors d' ouvres mali pa pagbikas niya. Leche. Palibhasa kayang-kaya niya mga nagtatrabaho sa fast food. Peste.

Nasubukan ko na yung Coffee Jelly Ice Craze. Ayos lang. Mas mura kesa dun sa isa pang nagbebenta ng giniling na yelo. Pero di na uulitin. Sayang pera.

The Death of Tradition

Okay so it's like this. Today we went to Orani, Bataan to visit relatives, and because my mom has this panata to join in the Good Friday procession. She's been doing it for the past six years, and her panata extends up to a seventh year.

I was excited to be going there, not because I was bringing my girlfriend along. Not because we were lugging with us two of our four dogs, not because I would be seeing my relatives after a year. Nope. I was excited because I would have a chance to finally take pictures of each of the carosas of the procession.

For some background, I tried taking pictures last year. But I ran out of battery. This year I came prepared. I fully charged my batteries, I was charging another set of batteries borrowed from my dad (which I eventually forgot to bring), and I had the camera settings to a high resolution. So. Here we go.

Wrong. Turns out the procession didn't go past the house of my aunt this year. After 25 friggin' years of passing right in front of the house they decide to cut the procession short. Why? How should I know, I'm not the parish priest.

So what does that have to do with the title of my current rant? Nothing. I was digressing even before I could get to my rant.

So for the past how many years I've noticed a decline in the seriousness of the Good Friday Procession. When I was young, before even reaching a decade in age, the procession would go along smoothly. Two neat lines, carosas following each other closely, people quiet in prayer. Now?

Now there are no lines. The carosas have to play catch up, and most of the people who join the procession are now barkadas out for a good time. Noisy, laughing, not praying. Just another damn walk in the park. If you took out all the people who joined the procession for the wrong reasons, you'd end up with the priest, my mom, and a handful of people. Sad.

The procession was a great tradition. The carosas showed various stages in Christ's passion. If continued correctly it would even be a highlight to Lenten celebrations. But the new generation appears to be killing that tradition. My generation. Oh well.

Rather than realizing the importance of such an event people now use that event as a chance to go hang out, have fun, be seen, whatever. Whatever, except pray. Sad.

Sunset in Pagudpud

Sunset in Pagudpud
Originally uploaded by Gani.

This was taken a few years ago in Pagudpud, Ilocos Norte. Nice place, great view from our balcony on our room, right above the restaurant.

I'm just testing out the feature of flickr to post pics on my blogger. If this works, great.

My First Rant

So. This is what having a blog feels like.

After seeing the blogs of some people I know, I've decided to try this out too. What the hell, right? Might as well look for an outlet for all this nervous energy I've got welled up in me. Might as well do something productive, and intellectually stimulating.

Right now its 11:24pm and I've still got to go to work tomorrow. So why am I still awake? Hmm... There are lots of reasons for this. Mostly work related.

So. Work. Why is it that of all the times my computer has to start acting up it has to be now? When I need it most? My computer has had a perfect track record with me, and now Murphy's Law rears its ugly head. Boo-yah!

Holy Week vacation's coming up, so I've got to finish what I've got to finish, by tomorrow. So I can rest. And now I'm worrying about it. Plain and simple. Oh well. I've still got tomorrow. And Thursday, at worst. Weekends too.

So many things to do, and my PC's giving me the finger. Whoop-de-damn-doo.