- Kuya Kim Mode -
Alam nyo ba na may gender din ang crabs?
Sabi ng isang cooking show sa TV, masasabi mo ang gender ng isang crab sa pamamagitan ng hugis ng kanyang parang chest sa bandang ilalim ng kanyang katawan.
Lalake ito pag medyo matulis ang shape ng "chest". Ang mga lalakeng crabs ay puro laman at kulang sa taba.
Babae naman ito pag medyo oblong shaped and "chest". Ang mga babaeng crab ay sobra sa taba at kulang sa laman.
Pero eto ang matindi...
May baklang crab! Oo mga ka-assosasyon, kahit sa Crab-landia ay may kapanalig tayo doon. Bakla ang crab kung ang hugid ng chest ay in between, meaning hindi matulis pero hindi naman din bilugan/oblong, kumbaga in-between siya.
At eto ang sabi ng host in a classy accent na ikinawindang ko:
"Sa mga crabs, pinakamasarap at pinakamahal ang mga baklang crabs dahil ito ay tamang-tama sa laman at taba, kumbaga...wala ka nang hahanapin pa"
O ha... O ha... O ha.
Panalo talaga tayo mga kapanalig!
Wohoooooo!. Bwhahaha.
So sa bawat pag-akit sa mga kalalakihan, laging tandaan ang buhay ay weather-weather lang yan. Ching!
"Bogs!"
Nagulat ako! Hinanap ko kung saan nagmumula ang boses. Sa kapal ng tao dahil sa Barangay eleksyon, di ko makita kung sino ang tumatawag sa akin.
Balita ko nagbabakasyon siya pero di pa kami nagkita. Ano na kaya itsura niya? Payatin pa rin ba siya? Ito pa rin ba ang batang parati naming niloloko at pinaiiyak ng kabarkada kong kuya niya? Maitim pa rin ba siya sa kaliligo ng ilog sa tabi ng aming lugar? Marami pa kaya siyang tigyawat sa ka babasketbol kahit maalikabok?
"Bogs!"
Lalong papalapit ang boses. Kinabahan na ako. Di ko maintindihan ang nararamdaman ko? Alam ko na isang tanong lang ang pilit kong iniiwasan...
Naalala pa kaya niya ang isang nakaraan na hindi naman namin parehong naiintinihan?
"Bogs!"
Lumingon ako, natulala at di makapaniwala.
Ibang-iba na si Junjun.
He smells good and I bet he tastes even better (parang dunkin donut lang. bwahaha).
He is overflowing with masculinity that you can even feel it ten meters away (parang bluetooth lang).
And he has the aura of a good boy gone bad boy-in bed (parang robin padilla lang except when he opens his mouth and start to preach about Islam).
His is the newest surveyor in our group.
Look at him. He is a HOT HOT HOT Daddy! He gives me the only reason for going to work everyday happy (and hard).
I wanna taste him! Rawwwwwwwrrrrr.
Bwahaha.
October 8, 2010 (Friday) - Our second monthsary.
"Pangga, please promise me that you will never look for another guy. Please do not text, call or even meet up with another guy. Please...I Love you and you know that you are the only one in my Life right now. It would kill me to know if you will hook up with somebody else. Can you promise me that I will be the only one in yours" - he asked and pleaded on the other line.
I closed my eyes, cleared my throat and took a deep breath...
"Yes, of course. I will never do that"
I lied.
I have been thinking, what if I look for another work right now. I know this plan would not sell well with most of the people I know (even my friend Clandestine) but hey, it should be interesting to try. I have been connected with my company for six (6) years now and within that period I can say that I have been blessed much. From the time I came in, it only took me three (3) years to be promoted from a mere supervisor to a Senior Manager. This is a feat considering the youngest Manager in my company before I was promoted was already fifty (50) years old and I am just about half that age. So you could just imagine how I look like in the middle of all these "grandaddies" during company meetings.
But behind the glory and honor is a "work-life" full of politics, deceit and some people just trying hard to prove that I was not worthy in the first place. More often than not, I do not see them as workmates (co-managers) but rather bullies, haters and jerks! I have met almost all imaginable and unimaginable trials in the workplace. I was patient at the start, thinking that this is part of the job. I just turn a deaf ear to every insult, I just laugh off any bullying and I just keep quiet to every piece of foul issues that they throw on me.
But everything has an end...even being a martyr. The last straw I guess was what happened two months ago when somebody twisted a very simple and honest mistake into a very malicious report that was forwarded to no less than the President of our company, and by the way, he is not Pinoy! which makes it worst. It bothers me that it just took a malicious report to shatter what could have been a promising career for me but it ANGERS me more that my name was ruined by something I did for the company in the first place. Who would have thought that a five thousand pesos (which i gave our government officials to renew our permit) in return for nineteen million (which we were able to save because of the renewal) would actually be the cost of my END.
Funny and Crazy, Right?
So I am on a Job Hunting, maybe not this time (cause I am still paying for my car) but soon. Meanwhile, I found this invitation on line...
Hmmmmmmm....Maybe I will apply for a part-time job. Wohoooooooooo!
I have to admit it, I really really hate...
...the way I look right now.
I think my face looks hideous from all the pimple marks that I got. This has really gotten into my nerves because four months ago, it was far from what it is now. I was really looking good (I think) but somehow during the last week of May, these pimples started showing on my face and since then it has not stopped. I suspect that it could be due to stress because it was also during this time that I had some serious problems with my work and partly due to the lack of sleep.
This has really taken a toll on me. I am not a very judgmental guy when it comes to looks because I am not also good looking but it is just consuming the little confidence that I have left. I worry a lot that people might find it very disgusting. I am just afraid that they might judge me based on how I look right now.
I know...I know...I know. This sounds very superficial but then it is stressing me out to the point of making me feel so low about my self and my self-esteem. So yesterday, I already did something that I have been postponing. My sister and mother keeps on prodding me to go to a dermatologist for a check-up. As the say...
You have to FACE your problem, if the problem is your FACE!
Ouch!
