Kainez

Oh gosh, this is embarrassing.

Twice this month, I’ve been asked when I’m giving birth. The first time it happened, the area manager of Dimsum N Dumplings Cybermall said to me, “ma’am pregnant pala kayo, kala namin, chubby lang kayo.” I was with Denver when she said that. I just went along with it. Denver couldn’t get the smirk off his face.

Today, while waiting for the elevator, the security from the 29th floor asked me “ilang months pa yan ma’am?” I smiled and said, “hindi ako buntis, taba lang yan.” He was embarrassed, but believe me, I was in a more shameful situation. Grabe na to ha.

I’ve never been bigger. I am bigger now than when I gave birth. I am actually scared to go on the scale now. I can’t even find a regular store that has my size. I have to go to specialty stores, and I hate that because their clothes are expensive. I swear I just want to go to work in a track suit.

What have I done to myself? I am so not in the mood to go to the gym. Sometimes I wish I could have an eating disorder. Sometimes lang naman, like now.

October Shift Bid

I’m a champion of democracy. Or at least I try to involve all my team members in the decision-making. I could easily choose a convenient schedule for myself, but I let them vote on it yesterday. I did not give my vote and just watched them rank schedules based on their preference.

Today, we had to choose. And after yesterday’s meeting, I thought everything would be fine. They all agreed that we follow the ranking, and so we did, but I am still hearing complaints.

No matter how you want to make things right, there will always be someone who has another idea, someone discontented, someone who won’t be able to keep his mouth shut. And were only a group of fourteen. I can just imagine how it would be leading more.

It’s funny and frustrating at the same time. You see them making their decision, and then regretting it after less than twenty four hours. This should teach them to think on their own next time.

I'm Gonna Stop Calling Her a Whore Now

On the morning of September 21, I did something very impulsive. I was on my way to Starbucks, when I thought of writing a letter to Denver’s ex-mistress. When I got back to the office, I wrote my letter in haste and sent it to her right away.

Dear Tyn,

For the past year, I’ve been carrying a heavy burden. No day has gone by that I do not think about what happened to you, Barry, me and Denver last year. I don’t think the pain would ever go away, but it’s been almost a year now, and I feel that the only way I can let go of it is to tell you that I’m sorry it happened to all of us, and that I’d like to start waking up each day, knowing that I have no resentment towards anyone, including you.

We are all bound to walk into each other sooner or later. When that happens, I don’t want to have to contain any anger. I’d like to see you and be able to smile or nod to you, as if nothing ever happened. I’m not asking for your friendship. I just want to stop hating you or anyone.

I don’t know if this means anything to you. I don’t know if you care at all. I know you and Barry have moved on. But this matters to me. So I am sending you this, not to pick on old wounds but to bury the hatchet.

Best of luck to you and Barry.

Sincerely,

Bebot

What do you think?

Pitcha Pay

It was my first time to try out Pizza Hut Bistro yesterday. Denver and I had lunch in their Eastwood branch.

I like their service. Our food was on the table sooner than we had expected. Plus their staff seem well trained. They were perky and well groomed. Their uniforms are kinda cute. Black PH short sleeved polo tucked in slim black pants. All the ladies had the same thin synthetic leather belts, black socks and black shoes. All the waitresses had their hair pulled back in a ponytail, and they all had pearl studs. The long apron (which starts from the waist down) reminds me of restaurants I see in Hollywood films set in New York or Chicago.

The food was… well… Pizza Hut food. How else can I describe it? Everyone knows the smell and taste of Pizza Hut! I grew up on Pizza Hut delivery, but it’s no longer my favorite. My choice of pizza now depends on my mood and budget.

We had the same Supreme Pan Pizza served in regular PH stores. We also ordered Fettucine Alfredo and French Onion soup. Everything we had tasted the same. I guess the only thing different is the atmosphere. Not sure if they charge more at the Bistro.

One Less Bitch and the Return of The Whore

Last month I did something evil. I deleted a message sent by Denver’s ex-girlfriend, Deejay. It was sent through his Friendster account. Naturally, I have access (duh). All it said was “belated happy birthday.” He’d received messages from her before, but it was the first time I had the guts to delete a message from her. Being the good person that I am, I confessed it to him on the same day.

This week, I thought I overlooked her on his list of friends. Yesterday, I confirmed that she had removed herself from Denver’s friends list. I swear I didn’t remove her. How could I easily lurk on her page if I did that? Bwahahaha. Affected siya? My guess is that she was slighted by his failure to acknowledge her birthday greeting.

Anyway, when I fessed up to Denver, the wicked wife asked if he was going to respond to the message. Like he would admit it right? Still, I was curious about his reaction. He said, “Baby, if you don’t want me to reply to her, you only need to say it.” And I told him, “Baby, I don’t want to have to tell you not to reply to her. You should not reply to her because you’re not interested, and not because I just told you not to.” Gulo noh?

Speaking of exes, it’s been almost a year since my husband had his affair with this TL from PBCOM. Jover’s wife innocently told me last week that there’s this girl in Makati who sends her regards to Denver. Jover used to be my team member, and Farina (Jover’s wife) and I were watching our husbands’ basketball game when we were having this conversation. I knew right away who she was referring to. Apparently Farina’s TL is the best friend of The Whore. According to Farina, every time they bump into each other in the washroom, The Whore asks her if she had already said hi to Denver for her. Well, I told Farina to tell The Whore that I said hi too, and to send my regards to her unfortunate husband.

Seriously, I don’t get why they married each other. Hmm. I guess you guys are wondering why I took Denver back din? Fine, fine. I’ll stop right here.

E.R., Atbp.

Ippo has the common cold again. Around a month ago, we had to bring him to his pedia for the same reason. What’s awful about this is that every time the virus visits our home, we just can’t contain it. Someone else has to catch it too.

My son was restless the other night. Naturally, Denver and I were also up every now and then because of his crying. I could only assume that he was having difficulty breathing through his tiny nostrils. Denver had been complaining of a sore throat too, so we all went to Medical City in the afternoon. But not until after going to Ippo’s favorite place first… Jabi (Jollibee).

In the hospital, we had to stay at the emergency wing. It was a Sunday, so clinics were closed. My two boys were both wearing collared shirts and maong shorts. Ippo kept trying to remove his hospital ID bracelet, until he saw that his daddy was also wearing one. It was kinda cute that both of them were wearing the same ID bracelet that said “Crispo.”

My son picked on his nose right in front of the doctor. Yuck. Turn off. And he did it twice. Haha. He reminds me so much of my brother when it comes to icky habits.

I really like the service in Medical City’s E.R. They even used a nebulizer on Ippo. His condition wasn’t even serious. We were really just there for a consult and to get a prescription for him. If we had gone to a regular clinic, we would just be given a prescription and then sent off.

By the way, now I can tell who’s an Intern and who’s an Attending Physician. After watching all those episodes on Grey’s, I know that the interns are those who look like zombies, or maybe more like students who’ve been up for days. You can tell by the acne marks, dark eye bags and oily nose. The Attendings are usually very makinis and just have this clean look. I wonder... would I have made a good doctor? How would I look if I had turned into one? Nye. But for sure I would specialize in dermatology or cosmetic surgery. I would remove a lot of hair and have loads of fat sucked out of me. Ü