Archives for September 2007

I hate commuting. I hate riding buses and FX (jeep) but I bear with it cuz if I don’t then I’d be forced to walk and if there’s one thing I absolutely hate doing, it’s walking. But you know what I hate the most? When FX drivers try to cheat you off your 10 pesos every once in a while.

You know what I’m talking about, you ride an FX, you give Mr.Driver 20 pesos cuz you have no change and you know the exact fare from your office to your house is only ten pesos. Which means you can expect that this guy will give you 10 pesos as your change, right?

Problem is, Mr. Smooth-Criminal thinks you’re a spineless tiny girl who can’t do basic math inside your head and gives you 5 pesos as your change, therefore effectively weasling 5 pesos right under your very nose. Clever, is it not? Only if the victim is retarded.

Anyways, it happened again this morning. I’m idly riding this FX and handed my 20 bucks, expecting 10 bucks in return. I got 5 instead. I actually felt bad that I have to point it out cuz whenever I do it, I get these strange looks from my fellow passengers. The kind of look that sez I’m being a bitch over a measly coin or that I’m even more desperate than the driver for my change. Fuck it, I want my ten pesos. Ten pesos means 5 Marlboro sticks. I want my smokes. I. Want.

Not long ago, I’d point it out without sounding condescending. There was this time, perhaps, six months ago when I was even pleasant about it. Too pleasant that Mr. Driver actually gathered up the balls to lie about it (usually they pretend that they gave the wrong change or something) and said “Tumaas na po ang pamasahe eh” (there was a rise on the usual fare)

Which got into my nerves since I know damn well he’s lying. Here I was being nice about this little “misunderstanding” and he actually had the guts to lie (that’s what you get for being nice and shit nowadays)

I snapped back “Ah talaga? Wala akong nabalitaan sa news kagabi. Di ba may taripa dapat kung tumaas ang pamasahe?!” (Is that right? I watched the news last night and there were no mention of anything like that. I think the government even issues tariffs whenever there’s an adjustment of the usual fare, right?) Then finish off with a probing
You-Good-For-Nothing-Fucking-Douche-Bag-You-LIE-Gimme-My-Money kind of look.

He grumpily (the nerve) gave me the right change and muttered something under his breath. Then I got “The Weird Look” from people around me.

It’s absolutely infuriating. Why do they even try? My best guess is that some *coughspinelesscough* people either thinks that A), “Oh well, it’s just 10 pesos. I’m so fucking rich I need no ten pesos… plus the guy looks scary as shit” or B) “Oh well, looks like he needs it more than I do. I’ll do it for charity cuz Jesus would approve… ?“

I do know some people who tolerate this kind of shit. When asked, most of them thinks, “Mr. Driver went as far as swindling money so it means he’s that desperate. Besides, it’s just ten pesos, I usually let it go.”

To which I’d typically respond “Do you realize that by walking away and letting him do what he did, you’re actually the one responsible for this man’s wrong doing? You’re The Enabler” Then they’d be struck dumb or get offended and say “No, you’re just too greedy for your own good”

Now see, greed has nothing to do with it, although l’d be the first to admit that I am in fact, a very greedy person by nature. But I’d rather be greedy that to just standing there, mutely letting a stranger swindle 10 pesos out of my hard-earned money. Money. Hard-Earned MONEY. I sure as hell will not tolerate this crappy shit and nobody will make me feel bad about taking what’s rightfully mine.

Anyways, what happened this morning was the same exact scenario, except this guy has half the right mind to keep his pie-hole shut from spitting outright lies. I stared at my 5 peso coin with utter dismay and said:

Manong, bakit 5 pesos lang sukli ko? Eh di ba mula C5 hanggang Centerpoint, 10 pesos lang? (How come I only got 5 pesos when the fare from C5 to Centerpoint is only 10 pesos?)

He then pretends to forget that I just got there and hurriedly gave me the right change, no questions asked. I get a bit annoyed and couldn’t help but muttered “mali pa ibibigay mo, tarantado” (Giving me the wrong change? Jackass. I don’t know what tarantado is in english hahahhahah)

My fellow passenger must’ve heard me cuz I gots dem weird looks again…

I was supposed to publish an entirely different post today but I checked out the infuriatingly stylish blog of Nina (she doesn’t know I envy her layout design, don’t tell her I told you so…heeeheeeheee cuz I’mma steal it as soon as she falls asleep heeeheeeheee) and it appears that I got tagged.

Now if you haven’t clicked on the link I just put in there, get the eff out and shoot yourself in the head! Hahahah, No wait! I jest, I jest!

Fine, for the lazy asses out there (you know who you are) here’s how the game goes:

“Each player of this game starts with 6 weird things about you. People who get tagged need to write a list of their own 6 weird things as well as state the rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says you are tagged in their comments and tell them to read your blog.”

Now, I don’t want to be known as “that bitch who killed the whole-tag-shit” that’s why I felt absolutely compelled to continue the whole shebang. What can I say? I know my priorities! Ok fine, I’m bored as shit, sue me.

Wait, bago magkalimutan, , I’m gonna tag: Benny, Hannah, Misch, Rene, Anne Bunyi and my dear friend, Ody

1) I’m so insecure of my own work that when I’m done posting an article, (I cannot stress this enough: work-related, not my personal blog) I refuse to look at it again, the sight of it makes me cringe. Only one person in the entire office knows this, di ba Benny?

2) The mere thought of dancing makes me nervous. I was and never will be a great dancer. If I get invited to a party or an event and I found out there’s gonna be dancing involved or that there’s a dance floor, you can bet that I won’t show up.

3) I don’t watch horror movies. I can’t stand it and when I do try, it’ll haunt me at night for at least a week.

4) I’m really wicked when I want to be and believe it or not, this is the nicer Tina. If you think I’m a bitch now, you should’ve met me back in college. One of the things I’m not proud of. My witch factor got so bad that the nuns at my former dorm booted me out. I got into a petty little squabble that at least three girls left the dorm. I don’t exaggerate, ask my roomates and my sister. In my defense, they were bullying a good friend, that’s why I did what I did. Heeheehee…

Which explains number5:

5) I Hate Nuns. I don’t trust them and I see them as a bunch of money-hungry self-righteous pricks who hides behind the bible and their faith. I lived with them for three and a half years, so I know.

6) I’m computer-illiterate. No, really. I’m so pathetic at this whole thing, it’s not even funny anymore. I wasn’t the one who typed my thesis (paid a friend to do it since I can’t type shit), my sister made my email address when I was a sophomore in college cuz I never bothered to make one and I only learned what Ctrl+A, B, C,S, Z, B, I… a year ago when I became a writer.

Cntrl+Alt+Backspace has a meaning too, wanna know what it is? Ask the WebDate Crew.

Nina hates cows? But they’re so delicious… I don’t get it… Hahahhahah!

Well since I’m bored to tears, got no life and has the lively personality of a tree stump, I might as well tell you what I’ve been up to this lovely Thursday afternoon. I went blog-hopping. Most of you don’t know but I’m an avid blog reader and pretty much visits all the blog links you see on your right, on a regular, if not stalkerish basis.

I’m griping about you guys not writing enough to satisfy my geeky bookwormish tendencies and unfortunately, nothing new ever came up so I resorted on cyber-lurking.

So what I did was I checked out GMA news (cuz I hate ABS-CBN). 10 minutes later, I was wonky-eyed. Damn, the layout sucks, it definitely needs work, make it a bit more streamlined or something. Bleah, anyways, I gathered a few interesting tid-bits:

Wow, that’s just…. depraved. I mean, I’m sure that was an honest mistake on his part but still man. Singing the most beautiful National Anthem in the Whole Wide World, you need to fucking practice. Next time, quit spending your day sucking cocks and get your shit together, Christian.

The star who plays my peborit bad-ass Agent Ari Gold won an Emmy! I love Jeremy Piven!!! It’s an honor very well deserved!

FYI: The Character for Ari Gold is actually inspired by Hollywood’s real-life Super Agent Ari Emmanuel! From what I gathered, Ari Emmanuel got embarrassed over Jeremy Piven’s vicious portrayal that he actually mellowed down a bit!

Here’s some Ari-isms for you:

Talking to Vincent Chase’s Manager, Eric:

“Let’s hug it out, bitch.”
“I parted the Red Sea for you, E. Don’t piss on the sand!”
“I don’t know who blew who, but Wicks got a crush on your boy Vince”
“We said Starbucks, Eric. I distinctly remember because I fucked the counter girl”

Ari: Yes E, I would say being rejected by Cannes before we have a distributor would be a disaster. One in a series of disasters orchestrated by you since you took the reigns of Vincent’s career.
E: So what can we do Ari?
Ari: Well, let’s see. A) I can give you a hug and say it’s OK you destroyed your best friend’s career, or B) I could have you come in here and write on the dry erase board 500 times “I destroyed my best friend’s career, I destroyed my best friend’s career”.

Talking to Lloyd, his gay assistant:

Lloyd: Ari, you’re wearing the same suit as yesterday?
Ari: That’s because I spent the night in jail
Lloyd: OMG, Ari, why didn’t you call me?
Ari: Because you get one call and I wanted to use it on someone I like to have sex with.

“Lloyd, just go grab your best dress and know that your love of cock is a huge asset to this company”
“Fuck the phones Lloyd! Unless Carmen Electra calls for an emergency titty fuck, don’t answer!”

Snaps on his wife when he was chided for answering his phone during their marriage counseling session:

“You can have it, if you want to live in Agoura fucking Hills, and go to group therapy. But if you want a Beverly Hills Mansion, and you want a country club membership, and you want nine weeks a year in a tuscan villa, then I’m going to need to take a call when it comes in at noon on a mother fucking Wednesday.”

Talking to Dana Gordon:
“Spill it! I’ll swallow a Cyanide tablet if they capture me.”

I believe this is the part where he was talking to Dana Gordon’s secretary but I could be wrong:

“Tell her that I still have the pictures from Cancun. Tell her that I am going to start a website. I’m going to take a full page ad out in the L.A. Times advertising it. Tell her it will be called I’mAHollywoodExecutiveWhore.com and no password or fee will be required. Tell her I want a fucking call back!”

Fiery Meteorite has struck Peru: Caused Mysterious Illness

Kids, what you’re seeing is a giant crater formed when the meteorite landed with a thud in Peru. It’s kinda interesting actually. Read the article! I bet the aliens are the ones responsible for the “mysterious illness”

This Venezuelan Dude…

… was declared dead after a highway accident but miraculously woke up… during his own AUTOPSY! Now that’s just…

Hirap talaga ng walang magawa…