I told the barber to cut my hair until they are short enough to stand. I miss this haircut.
PS Yes, last Friday was my birthday. Thanks for all the greetings. To Lallaine, I cant post our pictures in my friendster testimonial box, I wont delete it though. Salamat.
I was awarded by Prinsesa Musang the Arte Y Pico award. This was actually the second award that I have received from a blogger, apparently I didn’t post an entry the first time I received one since I rarely answer memes and tags. To musang, Thank you.
I tried to translate the phrase using the Yahoo! Babel Fish and it seems that the literal meaning of the phrase is “art and tip.” The site however explained that the phrase can be translated to a Mexican expression “lo maximo” or “to the highest” in Filipino this could mean “Sobra” or “grabe”.
To pass on the award one has to follow the following directions;
1) Pick 5 blogs that you would like to award this honor to.
2) Each award has to have the name of the author and also a link to his or her blog to be visited by everyone.
3) Each award winner has to show the award and put the name and link to the blog that has given her or him the award itself.
4) Award-winner and the one who has given the prize have to show the link of “Arte y Pico” blog, so everyone will know the origin of this award.
And now to pass on the award that was given to me, here are my awardees:
1.) Bill of Dying Man’s Daily Journal-
I want to give this award to him to show him how much his almost every day entries touch me. I’ve been reading his diary for almost a year now, though I do not dare leave a comment or two since I have been known for my tactlessness and impulsiveness in my comments (two bloggers have already written their own entries about me and about how evil my comments are).
2.) Gail of Hallowed be thy Sensuality-
Gail used to own the most popular blog in friendster, her posts used to garner over a hundred comments each. Her blog was one of the many reasons why I was thrilled to start my own blog. Apparently, she deleted her blog about two years ago… however she has now decided to come back- and I couldn’t be more grateful. I swear I am her biggest fan.
3.) Bemben of Meat and Live-
I believe nothing beats his header’s kangkong caption. Check out his blog so you’ll know.
4.) Batopik of Baa-baa-baaa-Batopik-
I hate it when bloggers who write in Tagalog use babytalks, Gay Lingo or Kolehiyala slangs when writing- their blogs remind me of cheap tabloid newspapers being sold in the sidewalk. Batopik certainly is not among these bloggers. I love her puns and comic ideas. Her eloquence and diverse Filipino vocabulary definitely impress me very much.
5.) BW of The Warped Zone-
He is my favorite blogger. [PERIOD]
My father does not approve of me volunteering for the Blood Bank of a Non Profit Humanitarian Agency, so I have to say all sorts of white-lie-alibis just so he would give me an allowance and let me go. But this sort of feat was quite easy since my previous duties were all scheduled in the morning, 8:00am to 2:00pm. The real dilemma finally materialized when I was scheduled for the graveyard shift last night.
I have to think of a really, really, really plausible reason to leave the house at 7PM and return first thing in the morning. So I said, “Papiru, nagtext yung classmate ko dati. Namatay daw yung professor namin. Aaattend ako sa lamay, ne.” (Papiru, a former classmate texted me. He said our professor died. I am going to attend the wake.)
My father looked at me. I had the feeling that he didn’t believe what I said. What do I expect? My father never believes in me anyway. And it doesn’t help that my sisters always have to divulge my white lies to him; the lost sphygmomanometer, the books that I secretly bought and a lot more. Not that I tell these lies to harm anyone.
And he asked, “Why, was he that old?”
“I think he was over fifty,” I lied.
“Was he sick?”
I really do not know what to say anymore so I said, “I don’t know. I was just texted by my classmate.” He asked where the funeral was and I said the first baranggay in the province’s capitol that came to my mind. He protested that the place was too far so I faked a tantrum and said, “Pa, [groans] professor ko naman yun. Para namang ibang tao. Teacher ko yun!” (Pa, [groans] it was my professor. It wasn’t like I was other people.That was my teacher!). I could have won a BEST ACTOR AWARD for a regressive role.
So he let me go.
I am rapidly enjoying the times I spend working as a volunteer in the blood bank. One thing, the Medical Technologist has already allowed me to insert needles and draw blood from our clients today. It isn’t exactly difficult since I’ve been pushing IV lines in college. However, I should say, that not a day shall pass without a really unique experience with the clients to come by. I mean… I mean… I guess I’ll just have to tell you what happened today.
Our work started when the first client in our shift arrived. A lady in her mid-forties together with some relatives went to our window to donate a blood. After the interview, which she passed with flying colors, she was told to go back to the blood recipient’s hospital’s emergency room to have a physical exam. We do not have a resident doctor in the blood bank so we tell our clients to return to their respective hospitals and have a doctor fill up the form at the back of the interview sheet.
The woman took the paper and stepped backward, then forward, then looked at her relatives. She was agitated. She read the paper then approached June, who interviewed her, and asked her about the direction. After a while we realized that she doesn’t know what a physical examination means. June tried her best to explain that she’ll probably have her blood pressure, respiratory and pulse rate taken. After that the woman left feeling and looking a lot okay.
But the day’s weirdness, I think, commenced when a woman suddenly came over to ask… to ask… TO ASK for a merthiolate. We were like, “Huh?” How on earth did she think that we are a beauty salon, I don’t know. But when we said no, she just asked for an isopropyl alcohol. My co-volunteer washed her hands and she went away. We were stunned. We knew that today was not going to be ordinary. Read more »
I am usually home alone for the rest of the day. To ease myself of boredom I decided to volunteer in a Non-Profit, humanitarian organization and I was lucky enough to be accepted to work in the blood bank. However, I can only get to work there twice a week, so what did I do with the rest of the week?
Thursday:
I visited a friend who had just given birth last July. Apparently I was the first one to know that she was pregnant last year, in fact I was the one who suggested a pregnancy test, since I am her only friend that has a background in maternal – or in health. She was so at ease to me that she even told me how her boyfriend had gotten her pregnant.
Apparently, some time last year they did the deed as they always do, unfortunately the guy ejaculated and had his orgasm just before my friend had reached her own climax so they had a terrible fight. They always use condom but since the guy had used up the condom and didn’t have an extra, he just washed his thing in the comfort room and entered her again just to stop her bickering. It was funny because at that time I remember asking her, “So p’ano yun, sa tingin mo nabuntis ka nang latak lang ng semen nya?” (So how’s that, you think he had gotten you pregnant just because of the dregs of his semen?)
And after nine months, she finally gave birth and I must say, as a future Godfather, the product of the dreg is the cutest baby in the present. LOL
PS She was so comfortable with me that she didn’t forget to mention his boyfriend’s size… Four.[LOL Extra LOL 
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Friday:
I was about to hang the clothes that I have just finished rinsing when I heard people knocking at our doorstep. I saw them through the window and recognized the two ladies to be among the Jehovah’s Witnesses. FYI, I used to study the bible with the Jehovah’s Witnesses since I started reading up to 2nd year high school. I just stopped since I have gotten really busy with schoolworks.
Describing the Witnesses in general, I think I have never met a group of people that is as polite and as nice and as honest and as bible-smart and as religious as they are. I almost thought of converting to their religion if not just because of the issue of the union of the holy trinity and the issue of the immortality of the soul, which I totally believe in and have a strong faith with.
So I saw the women. They weren’t exactly the people who used to teach me about the bible, nevertheless, we are very much acquainted with each other.
One of the ladies rummaged from her handbag. For a moment I thought they have come to bring me some brochures or magazines as they always do. But I was surprised when she said, while grinning extra happily to me, her lips barely reaching her ears as they arched upward, “Gusto mo ng Yakult?” (Do you like some Yakult?)- yakult is a Japanese probiotic milk-like product made by fermenting a mixture of skimmed milk with a special strain of the bacteria Lactobacillus casei, which supposedly help the tummy get rid of its bad bacteria. I really love Yakult. I really do. But the woman brought out five of them. As she unfolded the content of her purse I noticed the sign of the Brand on their shirt clearly printed in green.
I didn’t know what to do. At that time I was planning to have a liter of soda, a whole plastic of breadloaves and a can of liver spread for snack. In my mind I see them one by one disappearing as 5 servings of Yakult floats in front of my eye. The women smiled again and started to explain the benefits of the Yakult. I took my 100 Pesos and bought the five tiny bottles. They only cost me 35 Pesos, but I didn’t fancy using the change to buy the loaves of bread, a liter of soda and a can of liver spread. I don’t know. I just felt like not buying anymore.
They went away. I tasted the Yakult and noticed that it was extra soury. I looked at the expiry date and discovered that the thing shall expire in less than a month. So I put the remaining bottles in fridge. Gladly, they have come back to their original taste afterward.
Saturday:
I was about to go out at 6:30 AM. It was raining outside. I put on my most recent jeans. I was about to go out when I noticed that the wasteline was overwhelmingly loose. So I went back and change to my ultra faded denim.
I always walk for like an extra 150 meters just to reach the jeepney but when I was about to ride I held my back pocket and felt that I didn’t have my wallet anymore. Thinking that I must’ve left it home I immediately ran back. I looked around the house and I couldn’t find the thing so I thought maybe I dropped it on the street.
Thank goodness it was still early and was drizzling that nobody still dared to come out of their houses. Our place is like Krus na Ligas in a steep hill and I do not know the rest of my neighborhood that’s why I was really worried that I might lose my wallet for a second time.
I was near the jeepneys again when I realized that I put them in the jeans that I previously worn so I ran back home and looked for my jeans. And it was there again. I pocketed it up and went straight to the door. But I noticed that the pants that I was wearing were already smudged with mud so I decided to wear the pants that I originally wear. I walked out of the house… when I was about to ascend the jeep… I touched my back pocket and I realized… so I have to run back again… and… and… it was already 7:00.
GuGuardian Angel Acosta
