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something fishda, mga lasheng na isda!!! |
ahahahaha! the aleng pules of the iweb party (yes, yung scorching-hot-super gorgeous-vixxxen-volcanic psycho-kind and-environmentally-conscious na pules sa may entrance na nagpapa frisk sa mga pumapasok, errr sya pala ang nagfi frisk 
) posted a photoset in her blog with crazyass captions nyahahaha. and yep teena, we saw you dancing 
(”you cut me deep”)
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pag binato ka daw ng bato… |
ahahaha yung pwet ko nanalo ng creative zen stone nung xmas party!!! i said my ass won it because i was literally sitting on the damn prize! ayus! thanks thanks sa mga kinauukulan… hehehe. thank you din pala in advance para sa 14th and 15th month bonus??? ehehe. okay, i wont push it. 
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friday malas… |
the driver was drivin like its a freakin sunday picnic so i got late for work. my flight got cancelled due the typhoon and had to be moved. and the company got friggin ****** again! (i wonder where’s that 7 day shit they promised us?) not a good friday. good thing the beer and the cholesterol was there to save the day! 
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The Go Clandestinity (page 1) |
The Ortigas sun was slowly creeping up the concrete-hidden horizon. A number of young professionals are already walking at haste to their corporate cells. Private cars and cabs are gradually filling the Julia Vargas stretch. Norman Go frowned as three call center agents walked passed him as he eats his daily dose of Hong Kong style noodles in a stand just beside St. Francis Square. The call center heads were whining over the night’s tiring work, the constant arrogance of western people on the other side of their headsets and how they wish they would just all die. Norman took his last chopsticks full of noodles and spoke silently, “You call that a rough night? try to wearing my Pitoy Moreno shoes…”
Norman Go is an agent too. But of a different kind. He is something else. His family, friends and co-workers think they know him. The Norman Go they know is a slow-neuron-firing chink that works for an outsourcing company in the heart of Ortigas Center, the Iwebmasters, Inc. They see him as a jolly but smirkeleetipy person that likes to wear Rallion Alonzo type long sleeves, with a pair of graded glasses, killer smile and sexy bald head. His teammates in the company’s Sordid One account spiritually make fun of him over his slow-registering processor. “If you people only know…” he usually say to himself as he fights the urge to embed a few caps on them with his Walther P99 Compact DAO pistol. He is something else. He is ES-Agent 5. The best of the Macau-Manila Yellow Ops or M2-Yops.
After thanking Chung, the noodles stand manager and Norman’s Pasig area mole, he stared at the pyramid shaped top of the Tycoon Center building that housed his “clean-living” office. He started to walk towards it, constantly shaking his head, trying to shake off the “jet-lag”. The previous night was a long one. He’ve just flown in from an island more than 600 kilometers southeast of Manila, from the island of Bohol. He was sent there to infiltrate a known underground familia that has been smuggling ak-47s and yummy hopias from Macau through the island of Cebu. Things went bad and he had to exterminate the whole familia. There were only two of them anyways so he thought what the hell. But he knows there’s more than meets the eye, the hopia tasted so yummy he’s sure there’s crack in it. He knows. He’s been watching Dave Chappelle’s show and he’s a huge fan of Tyrone Biggums. He needed to get deeper, he decided.
But first he needs to live his false life for the day, as the Wok-with-Yan guy of Iweb. After swiping his ID card on Manong’s block box, he went straight to his station. One by one, his teammates arrived. Benjie with the dreads, Dell with the longhair, John with the hot head and Jp with the Jum-Ong look. The last one to get in was their Navajo indian-looking team leader, Jeo, whom he despises the most. He greeted Norman, “hey man, top of the morning to ya.” with a broad smile. He smiled back and gave him a kiss, err wait, i meant he said “yea, good morning to you too, oh ruler of the human world oh team leader.” while actually saying to himself… “infidels… i oughta judo-chop you people in those dirty brown necks of yours.” He opened his secure yahoo messenger covert version and type his Level 5 codes.
“ES-Angent 5, last night went exceptionally well, we understood you needed to put down the whole familia. Report to the Goldbaldhead at 1300 hours for debriefing.”
“Damn it.” thought Norman. He had a bunch of movie clips to cut and thumbs to optimize for the day. And Jeo have already been complaining about his consecutive halfdays lately. But he knows he needed to report. Its a matter of national security. This is his responsibility. His responsibility to every poor Filipino and filthy rich Chinese-filipino in the country.
“Jeo, i’ll be going home early at noon. I need to take Gladys to her monthly pregnancy check-up. You know our baby’s due in a few months.” Norman said, trying hard not to appear obvious.
Jeo was puzzled “you just went there two days ago, and you said its monthly?”
The agent fought with the thought of putting his teamleader into an armbar and making him scream like a bitch. He smiled, “Yea, its monthly, that’s why we’re going again today. I need to go, Jeo, I need to go.”
to be continued…
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New Project Manager!!! |
a few days ago, my boss sent me a link and told me to check out the new guy he hired to handle the sordid ones team. i thought he was serious. and then i saw the pic he was rubbin elbows with the former president. nyahahaha. hmmm, fvr aint really a bad choice and yep, thats our grand master jason big boss right there. malapit na ang pasko la la la 
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d’oh!!! |
okay, i gotta agree that choosing an employee of the year and giving her/him a free notebook is one nifty idea. though maybe the admin can make it like 5 or 7 employees of the year hehe. there’s alotta staff that deserves it. (im not including myself btw, i got bad lates and some Corrective Action Notices hehe) after all, this is a company that brings admin people to hongkong and amanpulo for free.
anyways, here’s the part that i and alotta coworkers found somewhat hilarious…
cmon, Php15k for your loyalty of 5 years? im not saying 15k is nothing for me, im saying that most staff (including me) thinks that 15k extra bonus for 5 years worth of work is kinda offending.
i hope someone from the admin gets to read this. this aint just a leftie’s voice tryin to be a smartass over everything the admin is cooking up. i understand the company wants to keep the staff happy and at bay, but maybe the admin should take this 5years-15years bonus thing back to their drawing board. From the words of the Great Bastard Ed of Dellwood USA… “we need some revisions.”
***thanks to all who commented, especially the constructive ones. i suggest that if youre gonna say something here (positive or negative) about the admin or the staff, use your real identity 
tama si lyn! and sa mga nagtatago sa dilim, haha loko kayo! salamat na din sa pansariling opinion nyu
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in loving memory… |
***play the video as you read along…
(may 2006 - aug 2007)
its been four days now since you went away…
but your memories are still dancing on these stations.
sordid ones will never be the same,
without your everyday abnormanizations.
your soft angelic smile…
ohh those dehumanizing sweet chinky eyes.
your rallion alonzo friday long sleeves,
and that ohh sexy matsu bald head…
we still imagine that we hear your voice…
how you shout to eumir then softly ask for a candy.
and how you sing “akin ka na lang…
akin ka na lang… la la la” at the pool
you naughty lil devil you…
how our hearts weep as we say goodbye
we wanted to ask you for another try
even though you do not read the task i give you
you will always be our baby boo…
we will miss your sparkplug moments…
your “eto ba?! eto ba?!” warfreak transformations
and with that amazing intelligence quotient
we will follow your chinese world domination.
we love you man, kahit na ndi mo nafeel.
ndi ka nila kelangan, kelangan ka namin!
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the go legacy |
norman: ikaw at mga ninuno mong malays, kasama na yang lolo mong gurilya nung world war 2, dumating lang kayo dito sa pinas sakay ng mga mumurahing bangka!
jeo: at kayo naman? pano kayo dumating dito mula china? sakay sa kwitis?
norman: 
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hey bro, let’s chill! |
bro rape is real. and it aint just over the internet. bro’s can be anywhere. let this be a warning. team sordid ones got a few of them bro’s, im certain. im serious. nyahaha!
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face go-off |
{we were at the pool area, smoking our lungs out last thursday afternoon. me, lui, john and norman. then another officemate came into the pool area to smoke. we dont know him personally but he’s the guy that looks a lot like eumir, our teammate in Sordid Ones. he stood at the other end of the pool.}
jeo: langya nu, kamukhang kamukha nya si eumir. hehehe.
lui: onga eh, parang sya talaga eh nu? tawagin mo. eumir!!! huy eumir!!!
jeo: hehehe ndi kaya magkapatid sila?
{we all laughed at the idea except norman, then he proudly said…}
norman: sira, ndi nya kapatid yan, kilala ko utol nun.
{short pause}
jeo: tara na, andami pang work.
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