Saturday, April 30, 2011

Life, for me, is the biggest bitch of all time.

Mother to Son
by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I'll tell you:
Life for me ain't been no crystal stair.
It's had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor --
But all the time
I'se been a-climbin' on,
And reachin' landin's,
And turnin' corners,
And sometimes goin' in the dark
Where there ain't been no light.
So boy, don't you turn back.
Don't you set down on the steps
'Cause you finds it's kinder hard.
Don't you fall now --
For I'se still goin', honey,
I'se still climbin',
And life for me ain't been no crystal stair.

Friday, April 29, 2011

It Hurts All Over

It hurts to see your ex gets married, especially, if the whole world is watching...


Tuesday, April 26, 2011

Half The Sky

Dear All

Come, share your passion to raise the status of women and help end global poverty. One way to start is to read "Half the Sky: Turning Oppression into Opportunity for Women Worldwide." It is a new book by Pulitzer Prize-winning authors Nicholas Kristof and Sheryl WuDunn, and it will move you, just as it horrifies you.

But don't take just my word for it. Let me tell you what others have said of it.

Melinda Gates called it: "Both a brutal awakening and an unmistakable call to action, this book should be read by all."

Tom Brokaw said: "This is a book that will pierce your heart and arouse your conscience. It is a powerful piece of journalism by two masters of the craft who are tireless in their pursuit of one of the most shameful conditions of our time."

Angelina Jolie said: "For female readers it gives a new sense of what it is to be a woman. For husbands sons and fathers, it will infuriate and astound you. You will not want to put it down."

George Clooney, Fareed Zakaria, Greg Mortenson, Anne Rice and Khaled Hosseini also gave praise, but I'll let you see for yourself.

Kristof and WuDunn are master storytellers. Through the stories they tell of women around the world, they help us see that the key to economic progress lies in tapping the potential of half the developing world's resources: women. It turns out the best way to fight poverty and extremism is to educate and empower women and girls!

With "Half the Sky," Kristof and WuDunn are sparking a movement. Please read it, join my hand and join this new movement.

Hopeful and inspired,

P.S. If you want the ebook, just leave a message in the comment form and I'll email it to you as soon as possible.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Footwear Malfunction Galore

For the past few weeks, I've been experiencing this in the office..

my fave from macy's, check the sole :'(

another one, i thought stapler will do wonders, LOL
one more, the front "flower" is also detaching

Also, my wedge strappy sandals from macy's (not in photos) where the straps are splitting and multiplying. hahahaha. 

times like this, you need Super Glue, my hero ^^

Well, actually, I'm just posting them here to get a "pity donation" from you my dear  readers (my shoe size is 6.5 - US size) ..  LOOOOOL, just kidding :p 

Saturday, April 16, 2011

Pardon My English . . .

Seven years ago, I came to Dubai with my Philippine English which is based on North American English.

English is taught as a major subject in the Philippines from first grade to college and mostly our textbooks are in English language than Filipino. Though we follow American standards our pronunciation is fucked up because English is taught by non-native English speakers and they, the older generation, were mostly exposed to the Spanish language (it was our official language for more than 3 centuries) and so used to the Spanish system.

English words are normally pronounced the same way we pronounced our native language. Most Filipinos have strong accent, especially, those who were raised and studied in the province (outside Manila, the PH capital city), because aside from our national language Tagalog, they have their own ethnic language (there are more than 150 languages spoken all over the PH) and it's affecting their speech pattern.

In Dubai, or should I say in the UAE , English is overshadowed by Indian English because majority of the population here are Indians, they are about 50% of the total population. While Emiratis (UAE nationals) are less than 20%, other Arabs and Iranians are about 20% and the rest 10% are Westerns, Asians, etc. 

I believe Indian English is patterned to British English, so imagine my confusion, LOL.

Here are few of them..

The stressed in pronouncing the O in box (here they say it bOx, in the PH we say it like bUx), sOcks (we say sUx), cOpy (we say cUpy) etc. Plus the word schedule (they say shejool, in the PH we say skejool), singer (they say it sing-Ger, we say si-nger), film (they say fLim???), mixed (they say mik-Zed, we say mikst), fixed (they say fik-Zed, we say fikst) and a lot more.

The spelling of legalise, authorise, colour, favour and the likes.

Phrases such as "Dear Sirs", "Respected Sir", "Thanking you", "I remain", "Please do the needful", "You will be intimated shortly", "Send me the same", "Kindly" etc in business letters are very common. 

"up to" "along with" and "in spite" became one word "upto" "alongwith" and "inspite"

The way they say a phone number: 3332244 (triple three, double two, double four) or 34-56-102 (three-four, five-six, one-zero-two), in the PH we always say three-three-three, two-two, four-four (333-22-44) or three-four-five, six-one, zero-two (345-61-02)

Writing the date is always day/month/year = 7/4/2011 (in the PH we write it 4/7/2011, it's kinda tricky sometime)

(Hole) Punch — is Puncher to us (One time, my Indian colleague asked me to give him a punch, I asked him "where in the face or in the stomach?" LOL)

Rubber — pencil eraser

Scale — ruler the measuring stick

Ruler — is the sheikh or the one who rules

Take away/parcel means to take out

A4 paper — is coupon bond or bond paper or white paper

Sello tape — is Scotch tape for us

Permanent marker — is always a pentel pen

Pen — we call it ball pen.

Closet / cupboard — is cabinet to us.

Visiting card — is business card/calling card

The middle name — is the first name of their father (in the PH, our middle name is our mother's maiden surname).

Flat — apartment

Lift  — elevator

To let — means for rent / for hire

Out of station — out of town

Timepass — to kill time

Timewaste — waste of time

Expire — die (when someone dies, they expire, lol)

In tension — when you're having time pressure, or you are nervous, e.g. "Don't disturb me, I'm in tension today."

The use of too much is really too much. Too much cold, too much hot, too much traffic, too much work, too much busy, too much tired... LOL

Car-lift is not about jacking up the car to change tyre, it's about getting in a private car and sharing it with strangers (as your co-passengers) for a cheaper price instead of getting a taxi.

Cousin-brother / cousin-sister — for first cousins

Office timings — for office hours

Hero — means a movie star, a lead actor

Paining — instead of hurting or aching, e.g. My stomach is paining.

Evening  here they say "good evening" at 4pm even if the sun is still up (I know, right?). In the PH, we only say good evening from 6 onwards and 4pm or even 5pm is still considered afternoon.

Take and bring are two different words to them, to take something when they are moving away from you and to bring something is when they are moving towards you, it's like to take is to go and to bring is to come. In the PH, we use the words interchangeably, take or bring this means the same.

WC (water closet) — for toilet/bathroom/rest room (in the PH, it is commonly called CR or comfort room/washroom/restroom)

Rest Room is waiting room (guess where I went when our Indian receptionist  told me that our lady guest  is in the rest room ... yes, I went to the toilet to check her out, LOL)

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Fishing for Compliments

Blue Pearl’s Fighting the age is absolutely timely for me. A week ago, was my birthday and I’m already old and scared of wrinkles and gray hair … LOL

On my birthday, I was at the Al Muhaisnah Medical Fitness Centre – largest one in Dubai, for my blood test and x-ray exam as part of my residence visa process. Yes I went home with a band-aid on my arm and eat a super-special birthday dinner (see the photos). Haha.
band-aid after blood test
b-day dinner: water, cup noodles and orange juice

I turned *please don't die after reading my age*  34 last week. Am I joking? Nope, you read it right, thirty-four, I'm 34 but I don't look it. I feel like I still look 14. LOL

Have you ever wondered how a 34-year-old look like sans make up, sans sleep, and thoroughly exhausted moving from one place to another … take a look..
2 months before my 34th b-day
Believe me, it isn’t photoshopped. I credit this to my good genes. Genetics play a role, my parents look young too. *Mom, Dad, thanks for the good genes.*

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

It's Got Style

One more round of anecdote :p

On Facebook, an adult male (Arab in his 30s) posted this on his wall saying "a little colorful but it's got style".

I'm not sure if those were his but since another adult male commented "seriously?" and he replied it with "like I said it's got style" and deleted the other comments such as "for your gf?" "correction, teenage gf"... So I assumed the the shoes were his.

Sure, it's got style. But for girls .. little girls !!


Old Navy girls printed canvas sneakers:
What do you think?

Sunday, April 10, 2011

The 'P-F' Syndrome

Just another anecdote =))

A month ago or two, I was standing inside the bus (after getting off from the Metro) going to my sis' place. The Filipino bus driver closed the bus door and was about to go when suddenly few passengers came running and pressing the button outside next to the bus' door to open it, some were knocking. The driver didn't open the door, I was thinking that he couldn't open the door because of some technical glitch (Dubai bus is electronically operated and stuff). The driver shouted "PULL, PULL". The passengers outside touched the door or were trying to pull the door. But the driver kept on shouting "PULL, PULL". The passengers outside looked so confused, and I was like to myself *why these passengers can't just pull the door and get in so we all can go fast*. Again, for the the 3rd time, the driver shouted "PULL, PULL" but this time with hand gesture.

And that was when I realized that the driver had been trying to tell that the bus is already FULL. *what the epp!*

Friday, April 8, 2011

Office Anecdote

My dear readers, I'm here again :p, I know I know, I keep on disappearing/appearing, blame it on my BS connection :p .. I miss you all, miss reading other blogs too. 

Anyway, been employed for 3 weeks now *busy time for me* but one thing I can tell you, I'm the most beautiful girl in the work place, I'm absolutely positive about it because I'm the only girl there, LOL.

My colleagues are all Indians (company is Indian owned) except for the person I am reporting to -- a Lebanese.

One time, the accountant was incoherently explaining something to him for a long time, the boss was like  told him ^please talk in English^.


I don't know, if it's me or them, either that or the accent, but most of the time sometimes I hardly understand their his pronunciation.

In some another incident, he told some branch manager to give me some random product list but the branch manager looked so puzzled:
Boss Can you give her Nafees product list?
Him :  I'm sorry?
Me :  Nafees
*Him looks confused*
Boss :  NAFES is the supplier code. N - A - F - E - S
Him :  *?!?!?!?!?!?*
Boss YEN - YAY - YEF - YE - YES ... NAFES
*Him got it*
*Me chuckles*
Boss to Me :  That's how they spell. See he understood it.
*Me LOL*

That's all for now, will try to blog again soon.

Saturday, April 2, 2011

New Office, Arabic and Junk Food

Once again, I'm back. Internet is back in the new flat thought it still crappy, crappiest actually. Landlady said it is 8gb thingy (8gb my ass!) Getting on/off is very frustrating. There's nothing else to complain except for the BS connection. I think it's really true that we can't have the best of both worlds, LOL.

I'm going to blog in JPEG right now as I'm not that well (a little woozy and I have cold, stuffy nose, sore throat and out of sorts.. climate is going to change soon.. summer is absolutely around the corner) and I'm getting on/off from my wireless network.. F!

My little space in the workplace and just another little Indian boy, crawling all over that room and playing. His family owns a group of supermarkets.

Arabic Food (Lebanese in particular): sautéed spinach (donno how they call it in Arabic), arabic sweets, riz bi haleeb (rice pudding) and muhalabia (milk-pudding) ... FYI: my boss is from Lebanon

Junk Food: Chips and Cotton Candy (from suppliers, my boss made me eat all of them except for the wrapper and little bucket, he said in a month I will get fat.. sure sure, LOL)

P.S. I've been doing this entry and uploading pics yesterday but after 5hours getting on/off I gave up. My internet sucks big time!

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[Edits: Inserted the photos I supposed to insert]