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Word of the Day: CHU CHI

Friday, July 26, 2013

Let me start by saying that at work, I sit in a high traffic cubicle. It's a good thing sometimes; a bad thing other times; but always it is a gold mine for accidentally overhearing interesting conversations.

Some conversations leave me like this.
 A couple of days ago, this exchange in particular had me rolling in mirth inwardly. It took all the self control I had to not laugh like a loon in my seat. I'll let you in on the fun and tell you the guys the story. I'll be changing parts of the conversation to maintain some sort of anonymity for the involved parties.


Pair #1 included a Filipino girl (FG) and a Caucasian male (CM).
Part #2 included two Filipino males (FM1 and FM2).


Pair #1 strolls in from the door to the left, coming back from a midday break outside, all smiles at each other. The Filipino girl is teaching the Caucasian male some Filipino sentences.

CM (in broken Filipino): "What is it? Maramin salamat? Is that right?"
FG: "No, it's Maraming salamat."
CM: "Maraming salamat."
FG: "Great!"

Meanwhile, from the other side comes Pair #2, two Filipino males are on their way out for a cigarette break. The pass by the Pair #1, who are deep in conversation about the Filipino language. As soon as Pair #2 were out of earshot, this conversation happened.

FM1 (gesturing towards the other pair): "Pare, chu chi."
FM2: "Ha anong chu chi?"
FM1: "Chu chi - Chumachambang chimay."
FM2: "Hahahaha! Bago 'yan ha. Chu chi."

Raucous laughter ensues as Pair #2 heads out the door.


And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the word of the day.

chuchi (noun) - short for "Chumachambang Chimay"; a plain looking female who got lucky by chance.
Root words: tsamba, chimay.

tsamba (noun) - a score or hit by chance.
chimay (noun) - family maid; also used to describe a plain looking female.

And these are the things I learn at work.


Dear Ninongs and Ninangs

Thursday, October 11, 2012

There's only 74 days, 2 hours, and 37 minutes until it's the ha-happiest time of the year. Less than a hundred days left until wee little godchildren cash in on being cute. I keed! I love Christmas! Children too, sort of.

To my ninangs and ninangs, and to those who are pure of heart and kind of soul who would gift me this year, although I'm no longer wee nor little nor cute, I would like to tell you about that one thing on my wishlist this year. This Christmas, I would really, really, really love to get a letter opener.

Why? Because this-

Look at those mocking little uneven flaps
From the moment I started getting snail mail, I've opened them exactly the same way. They all end up like that poor little thing in the photo and I'm tired of the sorry sight. Next year, I hope to have neatly opened envelopes sliced open cleanly by a nice little letter opener. Save the envelopes and gift me one, please? That's all I want. Read more...

Lust and Gas

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

For one reason or another, I've been suffering from a bad case of GAS lately (, I don't have the farts). G.A.S, or gear acquisition syndrome is an unfortunate malady that affects geeks of all ages, shapes and sizes wherein the afflicted geek has an inclination to spend his monthly rent on a gadget or two of choice.

For the past couple of days, I have been lusting over several gadgets that would render my credit card useless for a good few months. Because of GAS, they're now more of a need rather than a want. I feel like I'd explode like Harry's Aunt Marge if I don't get at least one of these gadgets soon.

NEED/WANT #1- Samsung Galaxy Tab 8.9 3G + WiFi

Ain't it purdy?

This is absolutely a thing of beauty, isn't it? I've been lusting over this for the longest time. In fact, as soon as it was anounced early this year, I knew would get it. I love iOS for it's simplicity and class but Android has claimed my heart for its customizability and flexibility. Add the fact that this is the slimmest tablet to date and I'm good as sold.

NEED/WANT #2- Canon EOS 1100D Red

I let go of my SLR when I found out I was going to be assigned out of the country for several months because I didn't want to lug a chunky camera abroad. Although it was a sensible choice, I've been itching to take pretentious photos with a larger sensor. I was a Nikon user, and although I have no complaints, I want to jump ship to Canon for a while to learn their quirks. This one caught my eye admittedly because of its looks.

The red finish is just gorgeous.
NEED/WANT #3- Nescafe Dolce Gusto Circolo

Found out about this genius invention from BuhayKuneho's review. Wouldn't you want a perfect cup of coffee as soon as you wake up in the morning? With this neat little gadget, you can have better-than-coffee-shop-coffee coffee anytime you want it in the comfort of your own home. The coffee refills are in nice little convenient packets. They're affordable enough too, I've half a mind to get one for here and just bring it home next year.

I think I'm in love.
I started writing this post in the hopes of tempering this unhealthy lust over these gadgets. It didn't work. Lock up my credit cards for me, will you? Read more...

Connecting the Dots

Monday, October 24, 2011

It has come to my attention that I have enough moles to make it interesting enough for a 3-year old to play a game of connect the dots on my face. My facial moles have never bothered me before until lately, when I started noticing that they seem to be getting bigger as I age. I didn't even think it was possible, I thought moles stayed the same all throughout your life.

Do moles really grow bigger? The boyfriend's theory is that they do. He says- "You don't see young people with wart-like moles, do you?" Fair point.

My mom suggests to have it surgically removed now, while they're still small, so there's less chances of scarring. The prospect of being remembered as the girl with the mole isn't too appealing to me but the prospect of going under the knife is even less appealing.

"Here lies Mel, she had a mole."
More than just for vanity, I also wanted to know if moles pose health risks in the future. It's an abnormality after all. Like any self-proclaimed Internet junkie would, I did a little Googling to get more information about them. Here's what I found- 
  • Moles are overgrowths of the skin's pigment cells (melanocytes). 
  • Most moles are not dangerous but if you notice changes in a mole's color, height, size, or shape, you should have a dermatologist evaluate it.
  • It is normal to have between 10-40 moles by adulthood.
  • Individuals with large numbers of moles (more than 100) are at greater risk of developing melanoma.
Looks like I'll steer clear of the knife for now. Besides aesthetics, it should seem that my moles are mostly harmless. It's just the caricatures that I'm worried about.
Sources: 1, 2, 3, and 4.

Words Mean Nothing and Everything

Thursday, June 23, 2011

The "new" technology called eInk has gotten old pretty fast. For those of you who don't know what it is, Google can help. The simplest (and most likely the most inaccurate) way to explain it to someone who hasn't heard of it before would be to compare it to an old calculator. eInk technology basically displays black text on a screen, not ulike your old Game & Watch, but better.

One might say that that's not new at all, and neither is it interesting. But displaying black text isn't all there is to it. The beauty of the eInk technology lies in the fact that it displays text without the glare from the usual LCDs. Reading off a backlit screen is strenuous to the eyes if done for long periods of time, I can't sit through ebooks hundreds of pages long for more than an hour.

Liek magick! (photo from here)
This is where the E Ink technology comes in to play. Without the glare from an LCD, the digital text displayed on an E Ink screen looks almost like it's printed on paper that can change in an instant, almost like magic!

A year ago, somebody gifted me with Kindle from Amazon, one of the first few companies to successfully distribute the technology to the mass market. The first generation Kindle came out in 2007 and it cost an arm and a leg; the third generation, the one I gots, features improved screen contrast, WiFi, a browser, longer battery life, and a significant price drop.

Look at that beautiful screen

The first time I turned the device on, my eyes fell in love in an instant. I knew right there and then that it would be a lasting love affair. I've read extensively about the technology and the Kindle before actually holding it in my hands, seeing it for myself (it's not easily available in the country) and feeling the difference. And boy, it was magical.

When looking at digital screens, my eyes usually feel a slight strain within a few minutes and I'd have to look away every so often to relax them. On the Kindle, my eyes don't feel any strain at all. The screen is gorgeous. I can read on it for hours on end, just like a regular book but better. It's digital paper (or magic)!
Reading is good *nods* (photo from here)
The best thing about the Kindle is the ultra-fabulous screen, but that's not all it has. Another great thing about it is that I can store hundreds of books in one little device that I can carry around with me all the time. I can have my entire library in my pocket, ready for reading at any time. The battery life is also fantastic, it lasts me a good few weeks of heavy use before I need to recharge it again. Isn't that awesome?

Although many Filipinos are voracious readers, I can understand why the Kindle will never make it into Philippine mainstream. In the city, we are attracted to all things shiny. With the iPads and other glossy tablets around, with their shockingly bright LCDs and multifunction, eInk seems like old news, the Kindle doesn't stand a chance. But for those of you who think that words mean everything and nothing, you're gonna have a lot of fun with this one. Read more...

Overwhelmed: A 'Me' Post

Sunday, May 8, 2011

Once again, I'm engulfed by a huge wave of sadness. These waves come and go, like it does for everyone, but in the meantime, the big waves crash into me like I'm the shore and everyday's a full moon. I honestly didn't think it'd be this difficult to be away from home.

Overwhelmed is the best word to describe what I'm feeling. On top of the list of why I'm feeling like this is the language barrier. French, while a beautiful language, is terribly difficult to learn or even be familiar with. Being completely and utterly lost in a sea of indiscernable talk makes me feel isolated from everything and everyone. The introvert in me is inclined to curl up in the darkest corner of the shell, if only to find a little bit of comfort within myself.

Also, the signs all over the country have no English translations (even grocery shopping can be a challenge) and it's not easy to find someone who can give you directions in English if you get lost. Having to deal with that for a few days on vacation is doable, knowing you'd be dealing with it for at least a year is disconcerting.

Besides the language, there's also being away from the family and everything familiar. I already feel alone because I can't understand what everyone's talking about, having the family several thousand miles away makes it doubly difficult. Realizing that the people you count on to be there are nearly half a world away and you have no one to run to is unnerving.

If you haven't been in the same position, then you can't really say that you know how it feels. You don't really understand until you've gone through it yourself. I always thought it was a bit dramatic when someone sobs uncontrollably when saying goodbye to be away for awhile. I figure that at this time and date, where technology makes it easier to be connected all over the world, living continents apart for a while is a piece of cake. It isn't. I get it now.

Having said all that I said, I want to thank my family. They've been really great. Thank you for going the extra mile so I don't feel as overwhelmed as I am. 

I know they don't usually sleep late, but they Skype with me at ungodly hours of the day (in the Philippines). They take the effort to make me feel less lonely with little things- reminders, stories, worrying about me, reassurance, reaching out to me without me having to ask, trying if they don't get through the first, the second, or the third time. Things like these make me really grateful. Love you guys. You're awesome. Read more...

Stupid Things That Men Do, Part 2: The Ex Files

Wednesday, April 13, 2011

Hi! It's been more than a year since our first  post on this series, but that doesn't necessarily mean that men have straightened themselves out. They're all still out there, doing stupid things.

Exes can be a sore topic in a relationship. It's a tricky thing, talking about exes. Men aren't the most sensitive people on earth, in fact, they can be stupid about things like this. Today, this will be more for the men, we'll talk about exes and what NOT to say about them.

No-no Number 1: Never, in any given situation, tell your girlfriend that your ex is better, in any way.

Girlfriend: What was your ex like? Be honest.
Boyfriend: She was pretty, probably the prettiest girlfriend I've had.
Girlfriend: Oh. (pause)
Boyfriend: I mean, until you came along! That's what I meant! No, really! I promise!

Guys, when a girl asks about your ex and tells you to be honest with it. Be honest with your answer. But please don't put everything in superlatives, try to downplay the good points, and slightly highlight the bad.

Don't water the plants in this garden.
You see, no current girlfriend wants to hear that there was someone better than her, never mind if it's true. Saying things like this plants seeds of jealousy, and they will flourish with every minute detail you mention about this particular ex.

No-no Number 2: Don't go spewing the words 'lifetime' and 'forever' when talking about your ex.

Boyfriend: No one can hold a candle to her. If given the chance to be with her again in my lifetime, I'd definitely take it.
Girlfriend: -__-
Boyfriend: Until I met you!
Girlfriend: -__-

With a statement like this, you should be alone forever. Keep this statement to yourself if you want to get laid during the course of your lifetime. No self-respecting girl would take you, unless she's trying to get back at the last stupid guy who hurt her.

Annoyed cat is annoyed. Like your girlfriend would be. (photo from here)
This conversation is unsaveable. Again, we go back to No-no Number 1. Saying things like this would just make her feel that she's second best. Not a good feeling. If she's nice, she'll let you off the hook for the meantime, but remember what I said about planting the seeds. You'll harvest it's fruit sooner or later.

No-no Number 3: Don't get caught.

You'd be surprised as to how many men are stupid enough to get caught. As a follow up to the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation in No-no Number 2, in case you still actually harbor feelings for your ex, just don't get caught saying things you shouldn't be saying.
Only puppies can get away with this look (photo from here)
You can't come back from it with a puppy dog look on your face and just be forgiven. If you have feelings for your ex AND you're with someone new, that's messed up. Be single (and ready to mingle), and then you can exclaim your adoration for your ex.

That is all folks. Remember to tread carefully when talking about exes, there are just some things that you can't un-say. Until next time, there will be a lot more stupid things that men will do. Read more...

Why I Still Blog

Because of my other (happier) blog, I've been visiting this personal journal less and less frequently.

Until today, I didn't realize that it's been over a month since I last put my thoughts into writing. Perhaps it's partly the reason why I've been feeling antsy lately and have had a few weird ideas (I wanted to try pottery making, for Pete's sake).

I suddenly don't want to learn pottery. (photo from here)
Introspection isn't necessarily a bad thing but doing too much of it without a form of release is a vicious self-punishment. You think too much about things, you think about it later, you think about it again tomorrow, and before you know it, it's eaten you up and you're starting to pull your hair out one by one.

And this is why I still keep this blog (I still like my hair).  Here, I can spew out the contents of my brain and pick at it from the outside looking in, instead of wallowing in my own thoughts by myself. This exercise keeps me grounded and (almost) sane. Which leads me to the topic that pressed me to want to spill out my guts once again.
I'm like a goldfish. I got distracted after writing that block of text (in between work) and my earlier string of thoughts is good as gone. So instead of continuing that subject in this post, I'll end this emo post right here and have a whole new post for that other subject. Read more...

This Valentine's Day

Sunday, February 27, 2011

I received the best bouquet ever.
A santan bouquet. Have you heard of such a thing?
The date got me this multi-colored bunch of the common garden flower, santan. If you're unfamiliar with this flower, the santan is a local flower that can be found in most people's gardens, mostly because they're colorful, inexpensive and low maintenance.

Now you're probably wondering why a girl would be so elated to receive such a common flower as gift on the holiday that was made for girls to feel extra special while all the other girls swoon for a dozen roses? I have my reasons.
This bunch now sits on my bedside table
Although I'm not one to turn down flowers (it's a girl thing), I don't really like that thousands and thousands of roses get plucked for Valentine's day to be tied together and sold, only to wilt and be thrown away in a few days. So this time last year, as a joke, I requested a dozen santan flowers in all possible colors instead of the typical red roses. And I got it.

Putting together a santan bouquet takes preparation. Santan wilts quite quickly, so timing is a key ingredient. And although common, not all colors and varieties are present in one garden. He got pots of santan in  different colors weeks in advance and waited for them to bloom before arranging them in a bouquet and presenting them to me. I've never been more smitten. Like always, more than anything else, it's the effort that makes this girl's heart flutter.
Whoddathought this guy would have a knack for flower arranging?
Thank you, from the bottom of my heart. (I know it's a few weeks late but it's still February anyway. It's my excuse for the sap.) Read more...

In My Bedroom

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Things to take note of for anyone who plan to sleep over:

1. I sleep on the right side of the bed, next to the sidetable where the phone, the router, the glass of water, and the scissors are (in case of a night invasion of zombies and/or aliens and/or robbers)

2. The window blinds always have to be angled upward instead of downard because I like waking up seeing the rays of sunlight on the ceiling (where my glow in the dark stars are). 

3. When you feel the need to use the loo in the middle of the night when all the lights are turned off and the room is pitch black, you have to tread carefully because you never know what you might step on (like shoes or, um, deodorant).

4. You have to learn to sleep on one side of the bed because the other side is filled with gadgets, clothes, bags, eyeglasses, remote controls, and other random whathaveyous (they keep me company, I get scared lonely sleeping alone in a big bed).

and lastly,
5. While inside the premises, you are not allowed to say anything derogatory about Fall Out Boy, Bugsy the shih tzu, my cooking ability, and my boobs (my room, my world).

That is all, thank you!



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