Busy, busy, busy

I want to post something today cuz I know I'm gonna be busy for the next 2 weeks. I have a lot of projects coming up and I'll be working through both weekends.
I need to do some financial analysis and SEA (Service Efforts and Accomplishments) for the city of Pomona, Sacramento and Oakland. I also have to finish the financial section of a business plan we're developing for a client who wants to start his own financial advising company. We don't really have a lot of expertise in that industry but hey, a client is a client and we need to deliver a finished product to/for him.
Next up is to review the internal control for the accounting information system of a local firm here in Sacto. And we also have a presentation on the multi-state taxation for business firms who do a lot of interstate commerce (doesn't everyone?). And that means a lot of research for me...

Okay, enough about that. Let's talk about what's important right now:

Game 2 of Sac Kings and Dallas Mavericks ((Go Kings!!!))

American Idol tonight featuring songs of Barry Manilow and the man himself

Gilmore Girls is on tonight, but damn American Idol, I don't know what's going on in that show anymore.

Kill Bill, Volume II!! Where am I going to find the time to see this. I badly want to see this movie.

JR, my bro. I didn't forget your birthday! I spoke with Wi and he said you partied til 4 so I figured I'll let you get your rest. But yeah, I owe you big time. Just let me know what you want...

Olredi then... when I get back I'll talk about something that's been bothering me lately. Nose hair!! So keep visiting this page.

Are you an asshole?

Do you ever stare at the ceiling at night and silently ask yourself “Am I an asshole?” while you ponder the ugly looks and plethora of middle fingers people have offered over the course of the day? Are you doing asshole things, and just maybe aren’t fully aware these things are making you Grade A Asshole? I would like to offer my humble list of ways to help you diagnose whether or not you are, in fact, an asshole:

1. You are late (again) for work and grab your make-up bag as you head out the door. You then get into your car for the morning commute, and you slow way down at all the stale green lights hoping for a red light so you can sit there and apply eyeshadow at one light, mascara at the next. Don’t think too hard, you’re an asshole.
2. You can’t help yourself, you are driven, as if by some supernatural-glowing-asshole-power, to post comments on CL about spelling and grammar.
3. It is the morning coffee line, and you’re there, with your $1 cup-o-drip, and you NEVER tip your barista, but wow, you stand there and converse with the polite baristas about the weather, your gout, your itchy beard, perhaps even local politics, not caring there’s this line behind you. You take FOREVER to put your cash away, and then when the next person behind you finally gets their morning beverage, there you are, lingering by the milk and sugar, punching shit into your cell phone and mindlessly dumping Sweet and Low into your beverage for a looooong time. You are an asshole.
4. You are in any line that has a few people in it, and you spent all your time in line thinking about why you’re always drooling, and then after you’re all rung up, suddenly you realize you’re BUYING something. So now you go through your HUGE bag to finally locate (of course) your checkbook. It takes forever for you to figure out how to spell “QFC” and then you are shocked when asked for ID, and then dig back in the Big Bag for your ID. Asshole.
5. You believe you’re in some sort of competition whilst driving, and you’d be giving away a secret move if you used a turn signal. Ever. Yes, you are an asshole.
6. You are the Farter in meetings. That room is already small, warm, and filled with irritating people, and you have to add your gas to the mix, asshole.
7. You shush at people on the bus because they’re talking to their friend while you’re trying to read. It ain’t no fuckin’ library, it’s a PUBLIC transit bus, and people are allowed to talk on it. Yep. Asshole.
8. Dentists should make some attempt at not blinding me with halitosis. If your breath stinks like ass, can you really be trusted with someone else’s oral hygiene, asshole?
9. Only assholes scold people for starting across the street before the light was green for them to go.
10. At four-way stops, you’re the asshole who waits for EVERY car to come to a rich, robust, stop before you creep slowly through an intersection, and somehow your stupidity causes everyone to forget who’s turn it is to move their ass first.
11. You are driving and you’re talking on your cell phone…assholes, assholes every one!

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Brader Nik II

Ahhh, the voice of an old friend. It's been 12 years and bigla na lang na parang nasa Baguio ako uli. Those were happy times for me, experiencing full freedom away from the life that I have in Manila. I made a lot of friends in Baguio and because I was in a small school (less than a thousand lang ang estudyante nuon don) that's why you practically know everyone in the campus. When I joined KAD, I also met brads and sisses from Brent School, SLU, and BCF.
Nik and I quickly caught up with each other on what's happened in our lives, I won't go into details but it was nice to know we're both doing well in our personal lives and chosen professions. It's calls like this that makes me more appreciative of the life that I've lived. I treasure the friendships that I made and although I cannot completely re-live the life that I had in college, I know that once in a while people in my past will just surprise me to say hello and to just remind me that I've built some good frienships.

Brader Nik

I got a surprise call last Saturday from a college friend while I was working in San Francisco. We did not go to the same university but we belong to the same confraternity in Baguio City. He was in the SLU chapter of Kapatirang Anno Domini, while I was in the UP Baguio chapter.
He was calling me on my cellphone and as I usually do, I screen my calls first. The area code was 604... that doesn't look familiar, so I just let it rang several times. I figured he/she can always leave a message on my voicemail. I checked my phone later on and there was no message left. The phone rang again but again, I just ignored it. Later that morning I decided to call back the number... a woman answered and she mentioned some company's name. I spoke with her but it was apparent that she does not know who was calling me earlier. I chucked it as just another telemarketer doing some random calls...I know it's illegal 'coz I was in the do-not-call list registry, but it really didn't bother me.
As I was going to my lunch break, I got a call again from the same 604 number, and this time the culprit left me a message. It was Brader Nik! That was a nice surprise as I haven't spoken to him since 1992. I hit reply send on my cellphone and the same woman I spoke with earlier answered the phone. This time I knew whom to ask for. And Brader Nik was quickly on the other end...

here it goes

Eto at magsisimula na ang adbentyur ni Don...hintay lang at malapit na...