Last Day of Our Core Skills Training

Here we are, all Emerson employees, taking our group shot on the last day of our Core Skills Training.

I learned a lot from our 10-day training about American accent, pronunciation, speech, and all those factors that I need to improve on to be a better conversationalist.

Emerson is launching its School of Excellence today and I am going to attend it. We are all expecting more trainings in the following months.

Everybody, Meet Landi!

This is Landi and she’s Nhil’s dog. Landi doesn’t like me which baffles me because I’m a very lovable mutt errr… person. Why do I think that she doesn’t dig me?

That’s why. Just look at her. That’s how a dog looks at you when she has sniffed your whole being and doesn’t like what she smelt.

Actually, after I took that shot she barked at me (as she always do) and wanted to chase me away. Good thing Nhil was there to take her away.

Now this is Landi’s son. Still just a puppy. I’m sorry but I forgot his name. I was supposed to have him but at the last minute I decided not to because our place is very small and not really a good place to take care of a dog.

Anyway, this little chap is more lovable (like me). Very, very playful and keeps on chasing anything that moves (just like me!… kidding).

He especially loves playing with his mom!

Come this November, I will have my own place and I swear that I will have a dog there. I want a dog even though it scares me to death to take care of one. It’s not that I don’t want the rigors of having a dog, but it really pains me whenever a pet dies. Anyway, the friendship a dog brings is worth everything in this world so I will get a dog by this year’s end.

Chef ‘d Angelo’s Fanatics

My girlfriend and I frequent Chef ‘d Angelo’s especially their branch in Robinsons Galleria. And the usual things that we order?

Baked Zitti and Big Bird. Also, we love their Caesar Salad, Butterscotch Cheesecake and Pepperoni Pizza.

Yum!  

I know that it’s all carbs but what else can I say? They’re delicious.

Jawibi

This is a Photoshopped photo of me put on Jollibee’s body. When my then 4-year old godson saw this photo, he blurted, ‘Ninong Jabee!’. My then co-workers (mostly graphic artists) then titled this as ‘Jawibi’.

By the way, Ermin is the graphic artist culprit who did this image.

He happened to be my kumpare. Nice one.

Tattoo = Bad Guy?

Yesterday, I decided to have a long-needed haircut. At the same time, I wanted to try this barbershop near our house. There’s nothing really outstanding about the place, it’s just that it’s the biggest and seems to be the most complete barbershop in the neighborhood. At P100 per haircut, it should be.

So I entered the shop and the receptionist motioned for me to sit on the empty barber’s chair. I only had to wait one minute before the barber she assigned to me approached and asked what cut I would prefer.

“Just barber’s cut,” I said.

The barber prepped me up starting with wrapping a clean white towel around my neck. Then when he reached for the pair of scissors, I saw that his whole right arm was heavily tattooed.

Images of prisoners, of riots, of gangsters quickly flashed before my eyes.

I asked myself why do I always stereotype people based on just superficial things, like tattoos. Just because a guy has a tattoo, does it mean he’s all bad news?

I knew that I had to get that wrong thinking out of my system, especially since the barber turned out to be one of the most polite and, quite surprisingly, gentle barbers I ever encountered.

It Was A Memorable Eight Months

I had a memorable stay with Trixan. It’s not because of the work, but because of the friends I gained. 

If I Were A Cartoon…

…then I’d look like this.

This is Papa Ces the Cartoon. My illustrator friend, Haridas, did the drawing and I colored it myself using Photoshop. The blank eyes are Haridas’ trademark, I’m just wondering why he gave me a flaming ball with a face.  :)

PlayStation Portable

A week ago, I felt that everywhere I looked, there was someone with a PlayStation Portable on his hand or hanging down his neck. So I decided it’s about time I bought one.

And so I did.

Here are the games I got for my PSP:

1. Patapon is a fun game. You get to be a god and command a group of warriors by using a set of drums.

2. The Sims 2

I prefer the look and feel of the original Sims game.

3. I used to play NBA Live on my Sega Genesis system. I think the first NBA Live game I had was NBA Live 97.

4. Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories is the first GTA game I ever played. Five minutes into the game and I found out why mothers hate this game.

5. Ridge Racer is fast! Fast and Furious fast!

6. I fell in love with Final Fantasy VIII when I used to have the first PlayStation. I knew Tactics is a different game with different gameplay, but as a friend once said, “You can never go wrong with a Final Fantasy game”. And he’s right.

Cents Is NOT The English of Centavos

This is a usual, every day occurrence for me whenever I buy something.

CASHIER: Sir, may 50 cents po kayo?

ME: Sorry, miss. Wala eh.

Even though I have a coin purse filled with 50-centavo coins, I always say that I don’t have any.

Cents is to the dollar while centavos is to the peso. I hope people will learn the difference.

Mini Reunion at Coffee Bean

Rachiel called us and invited us to a mini reunion at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf in Trinoma. Hazel was absent (which terribly disappointed me because I miss her) but I had a great time with the guys present. I brought Nhil with me and I believe she was the one who took this shot.

Left to right: Rachiel, Lynda, myself, Rainne with her very cute and smart son, Anton, and lastly, Paulie.

Rachiel will be leaving again for Dubai in a few days. But before we parted, she got to try Nhil’s EEE PC.

I wish her a safe and happy flight.