No to Plastic

I am overwhelmed with the amount of plastic bags being used and wasted in Bangkok. Shop at the supermarket and you're guaranteed to leave the store with at least three plastic bags. If you're like me and you pick up lots of 'miscellaneous' stuff as you make your way to the counter (as if you're stocking up for a nuclear fallout), you can end up with almost a dozen on a single trip.

I remember this eco-tour that I made in the past with my former officemates at Shell in the Philippines. We went to the La Mesa Watershed, and to get there we had to pass by Payatas, this entire community that lives off of trash. Trash and more trash, as far as the eyes can see. It was painful to realize that people living in that area had no choice but to take in the putrid smell every single minute of their lives until they decide they have had enough.

If Thailand won't watch it, the country would be literally flooded with plastic bags. Did you know that it takes 2 decades for a plastic bag to decompose, and 250 years for a plain plastic cup? I hope there'll soon be an internationally enforceable law that will ban the use of plastic bags in supermarkets. Large and strong paper bags would be a whole lot better as a replacement, and the cost is not high if we keep recycling them, so what's keeping this from happening?

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Hi So. Kind of.

Today I saw man on an overpass begging for money... and listening to his iPod while at it.

It's probably not authentic, but still. How do you explain such thing? If I were to beg for money and I had to listen to my iPod, I would at least wait when nobody's around, or hide it from plain view.

Only in amazing Thailand.

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I met a colleague who is from Burma, working in Laos but temporarily in Bangkok on a secondment. I like her personality, she' s very bubbly, and I was surprised to find out she was Christian. Not too many Christians there, I think. She told me that in her family, everyone is named after a character in the Bible. I had to smile and show her my ID, which shows my first name, Jesus. You can't get any more Biblical than that, i joked.

Philippines-1, Burma-0.

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Hi So

My officemate has actually met the pope. He's talked with him and even had a picture taken with him. His father is the Thai ambassador to the Vatican and he had the chance to make a courtesy call to the good old man.

That's so swell. I mean, I don't have a personal mission to meet the pope but even if I do, it would probably just end up unchecked in my To-Do list. How am I supposed to get near the pope? He'd smell a sinner from miles away. He would send the Vatican guards to find me and make me repent for all my sins. "The power of Christ compels you! The power of Christ compels you!" he would go as he'd throw holy water in my direction.

I also have another officemate whose sister is a Thai actress. Apparently I am surrounded by people who belong to high society.

Not wanting to feel left out, I want to weave my own tale of importance and tell people that I was once friends with Mother Teresa. I have an aunt who is a nun and I can tell people that my nun aunt knew this other nun who knew a nun in India who was BFF with Mother Teresa. We got introduced and decided we would be very good friends, notwithstanding the age gap. I would then tell people how I would sometimes catch my late friend Terry stare into space and talk to herself, and how if she was hungry and needed money to buy some bread she would magically pull a quarter from behind her ear. I'd probably be eternally damned for such lies but at least I'm not feeling left out.

Yesterday on my way to work I saw a group of Bollywood people dancing on the overpass. It's amazing, these Bollywood movies. It doesn't matter if it's drama or comedy or action, but THERE HAS TO BE A PRODUCTION NUMBER IN IT. Otherwise it just ain't complete. After the couple finished their energetic dance number, the director shouted Cut, and immediately they stopped dancing and went about their own business, oblivious to the small crowd gathering around them. I wonder if I can do that. Dance like on steroids one minute in front of many people on an overpass, and then act like it never happened the next minute.

But then again I'm not Indian. I was just friends with one.

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Did you know...

Did you know that you don't always have to pay your annual credit card fee?

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I am Lucky

Donna, my friend and former officemate from KPMG Manila, was in town last week on a business trip. I couldn’t let pass the opportunity to see her… and ask her to bring my favorite Lucky Me pancit canton all the way from the Philippines.

I don’t know what ingredients they put in the seasoning but Lucky Me is just so damn tasty. I couldn’t compare it to any of the noodles that’s I’ve tried here in Bangkok, honestly. My favorite variant is the one with chili-mansi flavor. Chili plus kalamansi (musk lime) equals heavenly bliss. And kidney stones.

Thank you, baby Jesus and San Lorenzo Ruiz, for Lucky Me pancit canton.

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Requiem

Slam!

You freaking playing with me? Look who's the boss now! Slam! Want a piece of me? Slam! You little piece of junk. Blasted piece of worthless metal. I will euthanize you if you were freaking real, you sanamagan. Slam!



Well. There goes my DVD player.

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The Botched Job

My officemates and I had lunch in a small eatery at Lalaipan (I’m not sure about the spelling), which is an open marketplace just a few minutes walk from the office. Of course, we had to make our rounds in the marketplace, where they were selling everything from live crabs to bags to DVDs. (They can’t beat Quiapo in the Philippines though, where alongside some rosaries and talismans you’d find cock rings, fertility pills and abortion cocktails. This right in front of a Catholic church.)

On our way back to the office, we found that the plastic bags my officemates were carrying had slashes on them – apparently some thieves and pickpockets had been on the move. Amazing, as my officemates were walking right ahead of me and I never noticed. But the place was also cramped you’d barely notice it if somebody plucked out your kidneys while you’re walking. I wish I had the same cunning so I could apply to work part time for the CIA.

Fortunately, the thieves weren’t able to finish the job as the wallets and cellphones of my colleagues were intact inside the plastic bags. “There’d usually be two persons at work,” one of my colleagues offered. “One would be knifing the bags, and a second person would be attempting to sneak the valuables out of the bags.”

In audit, this is what we call Segregation of Duties.

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The Hawaii Chair

Before I hit the sack I would usually download some podcasts from iTunes for listening/viewing while I commute my way to work. One of my favorite subscriptions is Best of Youtube. You won't believe some outrageous stuff they got in there. But then again you already do.

Last Friday, en route to work, I watched this.

My favorite part was when the guy commented "It feels great on my abs." I was sure he about to say ass.

It was so freaking hard to stifle my laughter inside the train without getting weird stares from people around me. I was starting to get tears in my eyes and was running the risk of getting reported to the police as a nutjob.

I can imagine myself using this on an exit meeting with my clients.

Here's Ellen Degeneres trying it out. It's making big waves, you see.





Monggolink:

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x5

There is something seriously wrong with me.

For the fifth time in just 4 months, I lost my debit card. Yet again. I don't know why suddenly I keep losing it. And it's not like it's free, there's a hundred baht charge for every replacement and it's an inconvenience to have to visit the bank.

Sure I've lost a card back in the Philippines, but five freaking times? And every time, I find out about it when I am about to pay for something at the counter. Luckily, I have an extra ATM card with me this time to save me from embarrassment.

What is the matter with me! I'm furious with my stupid self.

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The Story of Jesse

At work, my name became an issue again. Two departments have been merged into one so it's time for some re-introdcutions. We were in a circle and one of my new teammates asked me anew what's the story behind my name. Again, I explain to them that Jesse is a very common name not just in the Philippines but also everywhere else in the world, and that it's usually a guy's name. See, for Thais, Jesse is simply a girl's name.

I did a search on famous people and characters named Jesse and I came up with these:

Jesse - Biblical father of King David. Think Jesse Tree.

Jesse McCartney - an American singer and actor, latest work is lending his voice to the character of Theodore in Alvin and the Chipmunks (When I was a kid, I thought this was "Siadore").

Jesse James - a famous American outlaw in his time. There's gonna be a movie about him starring Brad Pitt.

Simply Jesse - an oldie Rex Smith song that goes "And I don't know how I knew it..." Why the song is called that is lost on me as Jesse is never mentioned throughout the song.

Jesse Owens - an African-American athlete who made headlines by being black and winning in the Olympics in the thirties, which was unthinkable at that time.

Jesse Bradford - American actor, to play leading male role in the Hollywood version of My Sassy Girl

Apparently, however, these characters don't ring a bell in Thailand so maybe to eliminate confusion, I'm gonna shorten my name to just Jess. That sounds about right, they tell me.

And they said Philippines is a macho country.

Now that I've come to think about it, I've actually had several nicknames throughout the years. At home, because I have a "Junior" suffixed to my name, I am called Jun. Fine, Jun-Jun. Dammit. In grade school, my classmates plainly called me Jesus, and some teachers Junior. But I have this other classmate already called Junior (also had a Junior suffix to his name) so to minimize confusion, I was officially called Jesus.

Growing up, I felt uncomfortable being called Jesus. Who wouldn't be? It's, you know, God's name, as in Jesus Christ. I'm not worthy. Whenever someone calls me Jesus I am usually tempted to reply "Yes, my child." So I had people call me by my last name instead, which is Siason. A lot of people are too lazy to utter the two syllables so they shortened it to Sia (as in "Sha"), and then later Siang, because as it is in the Philippines, we would usually add "-ng" to a one-syllable name ending with a vowel.

Examples:

From Sherwin: Sher - She (short e sound) - Sheng
From Rowena: Wena - We - Weng
From Palangga: Gaga - Ga - Gang

Fast forward to early college, I would usually introduce myself as Jun. But then I also began hearing people I don't know call me Chu. The reason is because in Zamboanga City (I'm not sure if it's also the same case in other places in the Philippines), it is usual for someone named Jesus to have the nickname Chu. I have no idea why, beats me. So people assume that my nickname is Chu. They don't know I have a Junior suffix so had no idea I could be called Jun for short.

I never did like being called Chu. I thought that it sounded like a dog's name. Like Chu-huahua. So I started to ask everybody to call me Jesse. Now Jesse is the more reasonable pet name for Jesus. Jess is also okay, but I liked Jesse better. The inspiration for the name Jesse is actually my father. We have the same first name (I'm a Junior, remember?) and his nickname is incidentally Jesse. It made sense to me that since we have the same first name, what the heck, why not nicknames as well?

And the rest is history. Those who already knew me as Chu would still call me Chu, and my new friends and acquaintances would call me Jesse. When I started working and moved to Manila, I had everyone call me Jesse once and for all. If I retain the Jun I know I'd never be taken seriously at work. Come on.

And so in a nutshell, here's the historical outline of my nicknames:

Jesus - Junior - Jun - Chu - Jesse - Jess.


Lord knows what I will be called next.

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Bad day

Today is just so fucked up.Too many problems happening at the same time.

First, I lost my ATM card. I know it's not a big deal as long as I have the card cancelled promptly, but I am actually flying to Chiang Mai in a few hours. That means I'll be traveling with the few remaining bucks in my wallet- a measly 200 baht. My mom usually tells me
to always bring cash with me, and unfortunately she has a point. She usually tells me, Si ya puede bo pisa tomates de tindera na calle, que laya bo paga? (If you step on some street vendor's tomatoes, how are you going to pay?)

I found out that I lost my ATM card just as I was about to pay for my dinner in a resto. When I feel like I need some loving, I usually treat myself to an expensive (expensive for me, at least. Die, you rich people) dinner and this time the bill was for 500 baht. I frantically fumbled for some cash when I realized my card was missing. Good thing that I have enough left in my wallet, I was already seriously thinking of giving the waiter my cellphone. Or my body.

From this point more problems arose. Seeing that I was going to travel without cash and was running the risk of being a headless chicken in a foreign place, I decided to rebook my flight to allow myself some time to go to the bank and get a replacement card. So I call up the airline and ask for the rescheduling. And guess what, they tell me I need a credit card for this transaction. I don't have a credit card in Thailand and have no plans of getting one (I cannot be trusted with a big credit line) and now it's proving to be an inconvenience. Could I use my Philippine -issued card? Yes, the airline agent on the other line tells me. But I need to fax them some document before they can charge the rebooking fee to my account. I don't have a freaking fax machine and apparently, it's the only way besides having to go to the airport and pay in cash. And I don't have freaking cash.

So I call up my friendly neighbor and shamefully asked if I could borrow some money. Good Samaritan neighbor was truly helpful and lent me 500 baht. That should be enough.

And then suddenly I realized I actually have money in my Equitable bank account in the Philippines, I could just withdraw from the ATM. I triumphantly fled to the ATM for a cash withdrawal. Then the third problem happened. The machine fucked up and decided not to give me my money but deducting the amount from my account just the same. I didn't have my phone with me so I had to borrow the security guard's mobile phone to call the bank (I gave him 20 baht afterwards). After discussing with the bank agent for a few minutes, she tells me it's okay, the transaction has been reversed. I make an account inquiry and see that my money is still uncredited. What do I do? I ask the agent. She tells me that I may have to get in touch with my bank and instruct them to check on the problem because from their side the error was already reversed. And it might take some three weeeks to have the problem fixed. Jesus H. Christ. I made a few more account inquiries to check if the system has updated and then realized some 50 baht was being charged against my account everytime I made a balance inquiry. And I made a lot.

This was actually the same money that I have waited for 3 whole months to be credited to my account. This was my last salary check from Shell Philippines and I had difficulty encashing it because in case the bank hadn't noticed, I'm in Thailand now and couldn't sign the check. I had to get in touch with the bank manager from Equitable Bank and ask for help from my friend Jefrey in Manila to find a way to get my money. And now this.

What is wrong with the world? What is wrong with my world?

And just when I thought I had enough, a mouth sore develops on my lip. It just doesn't get any better than this.

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Looking around

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Thai adobo

My momma will be proud. I now know how to make pork adobo.

For those who have not yet discovered this tangy all-Filipino goodness (in other words, anyone not from the Philippines), here's a short description courtesy of Wikipedia:

Adobo is a popularly common dish found in the Philippines, thus a national
dish among the Filipinos. Typically made from pork or chicken or a
combination of both, it is slowly cooked in soy sauce, vinegar, crushed garlic, bay leaf, and black peppercorns, and often browned in the oven or pan-fried afterwards to get the desirable crisped edges. This dish originates from the northern region of
the Philippines. It is commonly packed for Filipino mountaineers and travelers.
Its relatively long shelf-life is due to one of its primary ingredients, vinegar, which
inhibits the growth of bacteria.

So last week I trooped to the grocery store and got all the ingredients I needed to cook my first real meal in Thailand. This consisted of a bottle of olive oil, apple cider, bay leaves, peppercorn, naturally-fermented soy sauce, sugar, salt and a pound of hygienic pork. Yes, yes, my ingredients were a little expensive as I really aimed to impress myself, but what the hell is hygienic pork?

And so anyway I cooked. For about an hour. Here's the result:



I must say, it tasted very much like my mom's adobo which I love so much. The oil, the fat, the clogged arteries... ah, this is the life. And to my surprise even my meat was perfect- very tender and tasty.

Now I add adobo to my growing list of specialties:

1. Instant noodles
2. Boiled and soft-boiled eggs
3. Ampalaya con huevos
4. Chicken arroz caldo
5. Sauteed tuna
6. Pork adobo

With this achievement I feel like I can do Iron Chef already. Watch out.

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Alias

Alas, today I finished my long overdue marathon of the TV series Alias.

It started back in Manila when my roomies brought home the DVD. Alias stars Jennifer Garner as double agent Sydney Bristow who finds herself in the middle of an incredible prophecy. I've been watching the series back in Zamboanga City although not religiously because I couldn't keep up with the TV schedule. The wonderful thing about DVDs is you decide for yourself when you want to sit down, relax and watch them, rather than speed home on Mondays right after work or school, which is usually impossible. Plus, no commercial breaks, which are such a pain in the ass.

My former housemates and I love watching TV series and sit-coms until the wee hours of the morning. Somebody will bring home some DVD and almost everyone will just jump in and catch the fever. It wouldn't be long after everyone in the apartment would start going home earlier than usual to watch some DVD after work. Besides Alias, there's of course 24 (which ultimately became my favorite TV series of all time), CSI (New York, Miami and Las Vegas), House, Prison Break and many others, including some Korean TV series. I've never watched an episode of Prison Break though, but one of these days I might as I keep hearing it's good. Korean TV series, well, not exactly my cup of tea because they are all just so freaking melodramatic I can't stand it, but I did like this Korean comedy "My Sassy Girl," which is reportedly going to make its American debut in 2008 to be starred by 24's Elisha Cuthbert as the aggresive and sassy girl. (Did you see Alisha in The Girl Next Door? What did you think?? )

It's sad to know that I've finished watching the entire series and there's no more. The world is a safer place with Sydney around. Well, good thing Jack Bauer's got us covered. (Spoken like a true fan boy.)

Watched the movie Lions for Lambs today. Nice, except for the small insignificant detail that it stars Tom bloody Cruise. I liked the conclusion. At the end of the day, while decisions are being made and all the powerplay and media whoring is going on, the glaring reality is that soldiers in the meantime are dying out there, and these are people who have gone to war believing they are doing something to change the world. In the movie we see how five main characters (a senator, a journalist, a professor and two students-turned-soldiers) take their stand about the war on terror, all of them with personal stakes on the subject.

Try to watch it and just imagine someone else's face superimposed on Tom.


I bought a small tub of Selecta ice cream at the grocery store, and I couldn't help but snicker when I opened it. I just had to grab my camera.



My ice cream's looking pree-tee perky today, huh?


Now there's something you wouldn't say about ice cream every day.

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Panorama

Hey, here's a panoramic shot of the Benjasiri Park near my place. You might see errors though if your browser doesn't read I-frames or you have no Java installed.

(Look at me Ma, talking IT gibberish!)

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My friend, Ellah

Ellah, ellah, ey, ey, ey...

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First Haircut

I had to get a haircut today, so I hauled my butt to The Emporium, which is an up-market mall like The Podium or Rockwell, but much classier (they have a lot of 3-dimensional flat monitors all around the mall showing advertisements, beat that. And the other day there was a huge make-shift garden in the middle of the mall, complete with a mini-swamp for fishes to swim around, beat that again).

I surmised at first that I didn't really need a haircut as men here sported long and funky hairstyles like they were auditioning for an Anime TV series. But because I didn't have anything better to do I decided to go for the trim.

There were very few places in the Mall to get a haircut and they seemed quite pricey. The first and nearest to the entrance from the skytrain station is Shiseido. The price for a haircut, according to their poster, is freaking 600 baht, which is like 900 pesos. Are they freaking crazy? No way was I shelling out that much.

So I headed to the next one. There was an ad at the door screaming about something in Thai, but the number "199" was unmistakable. I guess I could do with 199 baht.

The service I must say was excellent. They served snacks (I didn't eat anything
though) and they gave really good massages and hot towels. When it was time to pay, however, I nearly screamed at the amount they were charging me.

800 baht. I have never paid for a haircut that cost over a thousand pesos in my entire life. Apparently the 199 that I saw at the door was for something else.

A nose-hair trim maybe.


Morale of the story: Learn to cut your own hair.

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My Kingdom

Thanks to Maldita and Jessie- fellow Filipinos that I met through Siam Pinoy (an online community of Filipino expats in Thailand), I finally got myself a nice apartment in two week's time.

I live in an apartment catering mostly to foreigners. I think that about 70% of the tenants here are Japanese. And about 98% have cars.

I belong to the 2%.

(On a curious note, I wonder what my Japanese neighbors are up to in their rooms. I would always see their used eating utensils sitting outside their doors. Interesting. Are they expecting little elves to collect and wash their dishes while they were away? If that is the case, can I leave my soiled clothes out my door as well?)

My other newfound friends, Harold (a fellow Zamboangeno who works as a doctor up country), Cathy (a nurse) and Johan (a teacher) have also been very kind enough to show me some vacant apartments in their vicinity. Ultimately, however, I decided to go for this apartment because of its strategic location.

The apartment is just a few walks away from the skytrain station "Phrom Phong." The skytrain takes me all across Bangkok through interconnection with the subway. The apartment is also just a few yards away from Tops supermarket, a police outpost and a large and fancy mall, The Emporium. What do you say, cool, huh? Also, a short motorcycle ride will bring me to warehouse stores like Tesco Lotus and Carre Four. (Yes, motorbikes here are used for commute.)

One day I was having lunch in one of the restaurants in The Emporium, and while I was eating, I looked out the glass window- guess what I saw?

There's a park near my place! And not just any park, but a really picturesque park complete with a man-made pond, artistic monuments and a jogging trail. I am the center of everything. I cannot ask for more and agree with Jessie that I got a steal of a rent for all the intangible perks that came with the apartment. My room didn't look bad either, but it's only semi-furnished so it's a project in the making.

Here, check out my "backyard," the Benjasiri Park:

Monggolink:

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Good times

I am doing the happy dance! And I will tell you why!

First, I accepted my manager's offer and I am now promoted as Tech Lead for Cash Posting! Three analysts would be in my team, and based on what I hear, these are really good and accommodating people. It's going to be a challenge, I know, but one I most definitely would look forward to. I'm replacing Lanie, a nice lady who's relocating to Australia. Everyone's going to Oz land nowadays, have you noticed? In my floor alone, 3 already got their visas and more have applied. I was offered a role in Controller Accounting before, but I didn't really like the job and it involved me being sent back to Houston for training (which means I'll be on a training bond with Shell) so I didn't accept it. But with Cash Posting, the job is very appealing because I'm going to have a considerable amount of decision-making responsibility, I'd interface with several processes like General Accounting and Billing, and I'd be working in close coordination with the big shots, specifically the Controllers in Netherlands. I'd have to work my ass off this month as Lanie turns the job over to me. I have to learn everything about Cash Posting and at the same time train my replacement in a span of one month. This could mean it might take a while before I'll have free time in my hands to write a new blog entry after this. Rats! What are you going to do without my posts?

Second, I'm going to Anilao, Batangas for a summer escapade next week! I'm going island hopping with a small group of friends from work and I'm excited about it. I wrote our itinerary, and it's going to involve snorkeling and making a two-hour trek to a hill with a 360 degrees view of the beach, neighboring towns and islands. Can't wait!






Third, my high school pal Jeffrey might be working in Makati soon! We go a long way, Jeff and I, and it would be great to have him around as a roommate (so he could share in the house expenses, hehe!). He's working for Coca-Cola in Cagayan de Oro City, but he's thinking of moving to Makati. He dropped by for interviews last week and his callbacks were promising. Hope everything goes well.

Fourth, my other very good and neurotic friend Eloisa came over! She scouted for some goods for her sister's wedding, which is going to take place in the picturesque Dakak. Bloody nice! And guess what, I'm going to be one of the groom's men. The groom is Paul, whom I don't really know personally, but because he's going to have only his dad and his brother from his side of the family attend the wedding ceremony-- and because I'm very good friends with the bride Katherine-- it would be their great honor and pleasure if I can serve as one of the groom's men. Hehe. I initially declined and said I'd like to be the backup photographer instead, but Katherine was adamant. (The last time I attended a wedding ceremony was more than a decade ago, when I was still a kid. It was during this time that I received my first sex education.)

Fifth, what do you know, my blog won the Bloggy Award! Read the review here.

And sixth, I won 3000 pesos electronic money which I can use to purchase anything listed on Auction.ph. Wicked!

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Drastic

I got a letter from Sun Cellular today, telling me I have a long overdue (in really bold letters) amounting to 1062.16 pesos.

According to the letter, my account is now ready for endorsement to their lawyer, who may "opt to take drastic collection actions without further notice."

I cringe at the thought of them taking drastic measures to force me to pay my dues. In the mall, for example, will a group of three jacket-clad hooligans suddenly grab me inconspicuously, lead me to the basement and proceed to torture me until I succumb and fish out a grand from my wallet? Am I no longer safe in the office, either? If I go down and grab myself some taho (soya bean curd) from the street vendor, will they be waiting for me from the dark alleys? I can imagine the lawyer grinning from ear to ear like a madman, telling me "You can run, but you can never hide!"

Thing is, I've been wanting to pay this overdue since I can remember. The problem is I always pay my bills online for my convenience and it's such a pain in the ass that Sun Cellular doesn't have an online payment facility. Such poor bastards. No wonder they've got a measly market share.

Besides, I'm not exactly ecstatic over paying this bill because the truth is, I haven't made a single call or sent a single text message for more than three months on this account. It's a spare SIM see, since I am on Globe. I just subscribed for the free phone.

Maybe I should finally make the trip to a Sun Cellular shop this weekend. The fear of the drastic actions (thunder! blasts of lightning!) is eating through my brains. I still want to live, Sun Cellular! I wanna live! I'm tempted, however, to sit through the notice to satisfy my curiosity about what drastic actions the lawyer is going to make to collect one freaking thousand pesos.

By the way, do you have any idea about a convenient way to pay Sun Cellular bills?

There's a video on BBC that presents five apocalyptic scenarios that one day you might, well, wake up into. Pretty cool stuff. If you know particle physics and all the antimatter brouhaha (stress on the first syllable, ladies and gentlemen) that Dan Brown recently popularized with his book Angel and Demons, the video concludes with a scenario having to do with that.

I wonder what I'd actually be doing if Apocalypse comes in my time. I really do wonder. I hope it's something really substantial and important. Like playing with my plasma ball. Or complaining to a call center agent about a problem with my mobile phone subscription. That way, I can get to shout into the phone "Oh bloody hell!" and really mean it.

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