Thursday, February 28, 2002
Ousted Philippine president Joseph Estrada just admitted signing the name 'Jose Velarde' on a bank account. Oops.
The weird thing is that, while he has admitted to signing a false name, he still denies using 'Jose Velarde' as an alias. What's he doing to escape his latest predicament? He's now saying that that was the name on the document so he had no choice but to sign using the false name. Uh... Duh? I'm sorry sir but that still doesn't let you off the hook. If it wasn't your name there, why would you sign at all?
Erap is also saying that he was signing as a guarantor to convince Jaime Dichavez, the alleged owner of the Jose Velarde account, to lend money to William Gatchalian. Let's say what he's saying is true, what's an incumbent president doing, guaranteeing other people's loans?
Anyway you look at it, it stinks.
Wednesday, February 27, 2002
We're almost finished with the university's web redesign so we decided to unleash it to the unsuspecting university population to get comments and suggestions. Here are some of the comments we got:
1. "Don't you think that it's a little trying hard?...a tad too hip, too slick, and not academic enough."
2. "The picture of the student astonishes."
Our university is known as too conservative. We tried to blunt this perception a bit by projecting a fresh and young image through the website. Obviously, not everyone will welcome the change. I was a bit apprehensive asking for comments because I knew it was going to hurt a bit when I get critiques of something I worked on. On the plus side, we were able to get good ideas on how to go about some of the sections. Fortunately too, most of the comments we received were not as insane as this:
"He..he..he...he..!!!! this is not applicable to us. we don't have internet your insulting us to the bones ha. For you info., I haven't seen webpage. tsk...tsk...tsk... poor girl."
Yes, I know. I'm so mean for posting it here.
Monday, February 25, 2002
PS. Dave also sings about sex but at least not all the time. Besides, his words are way better.
Sunday, February 24, 2002
Last week, my friend Tinny told us that she was taking a leave from law school for a year. I think she was really burnt out since it seems like she's been studying forever. Just a few days after that, I receive an sms from another friend informing me that our friend Cecil passed the entrance exams for UP. Wow.
In about four months, I'm also supposed to go back to school. I missed law school terribly for the first few months that I was away. Now, ten months into my leave, I think I've adjusted. I've become interested in tons of new stuff now that I've had more time to explore the things around me. I've become more excited about possibilities--getting a better job (?), improving my writing, and acquiring more web skills. Now that I've seen how big the world is, I'm afraid I might not be able to dwarf my perspective and concentrate solely on school.
I usually take the FX to work. It's a mere 30-minute ride and I pay just P10. I get off about three blocks from work, and after that it's a 5-minute walk. The fixed route of the FX will take it through San Miguel Avenue, at the end of which it makes a left turn to go to Pasig. There are some times however when these FXs will not travel the rest of San Miguel Ave. This usually happens when some lazy bitch or jerk who don't feel like walking will ask the driver, "Mama, dadaan po ba ng Tektite? (Mister, are you going to pass by Tektite?) Tektite is the Philippine Stock Exchange building which is, may I emphasize, a mere block away from San Miguel Avenue! If the driver decides to take the Exchange Road leading to Tektite, another five minutes is added to my walk to the office. Since I don't want to get to work already pissed off (enough problems are already waiting for me there), I usually just keep my mouth, grit my teeth, and let 'em get what they want.
Last Thursday, however, I wasn't feeling particularly pleased with the world so when one of the passengers asked to be taken straight to Tektite, I complained. I pointed out that she'd need to walk just one freakin' block. The walk may even do wonders for her heart. Instead of thanking me for my concern for her health, she got out and slammed the door on me. I smiled at her instead.
Inspite of my smile, however, I still haven't forgiven her. And I still remember what she looks like. She better pray I don't run into her one of these days... I just might.... do something.
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