One of our cashiers calls me in the middle of one of her transactions;

cashier: mam, anong flavor ng pizza natin?

me: supreme

cashier to customer: mam, supreme po yun pizza namen.

customer: anong pizza?

cashier: looks at me in confusion

me to customer: mam supreme po yun flavor ng pizza

customer: hindi, tinatanong ko anong picha ngayun

cashier: supreme nga po

customer: anong picha? anong date?

me: aug 11!

After the transaction, the cashier bursts out in laughter.

The next day a customer hands me a piece of paper, written on that piece of paper is what their boss instructed them to buy. Usually, when bosses would ask their assistants/maids/drivers/slave to buy something from us, they would write it on a piece of paper to avoid confusion since some of our breads are difficult to pronounce for those who are not familiar with italian/french breads. As soon as I reached for the paper, I turned to read what is written and it said “1 scissor salad”. Wow, what a boss. She/He wants scissor salad. Haha.


Yesterday, I overheard one of our customers talking or should I say, complaining to my trainee manager. I didn’t want to step up and be the one to talk to her because I didn’t want to join in all that fuss and hullabaloo. Believe me, I’ve talked to way too much customers of that kind and I don’t want them to ruin my almost perfect day. “That kind” meaning; arrogant, poor turned rich, social climbing bitches who think their stomach is made from royal linings that they would instantly catch a disease once a mediocre-not-royalty-worthy-prepared-food enters their equally royal stomach. These type of customers are divided into two classifications. The first classification are those hard core rich customers that despite the very steep price of our food, still manages to eat here once in a while or can even afford to eat their entire breakfast, lunch, dinner, and merienda here if they want to, without making a single dent in their wallet. Thus, because they’re so rich, they expect everyone and everything around them to be perfect and one single mistake and disliking to their taste will make you go to shame hell. They will make you feel that every single cell and nerve in your body is inferior as compared to theirs. The second classification is much worse. These customers are not born rich but made their way to richdom either thru blood, sweat and tears or thru fucking a rich foreigner. Since they are now richer, they want to establish their status in the society by shaming those who aren’t up to their level. Once they’ve shamed somebody who is not as rich as you, they instantly think that they belong to the elites just like the ones you see in the telenovelas who make fun of the poor. These customers are much worse because before, they were just like everyone else, some even came from the slums and now they’re acting up and it’s so so annoying and frustrating to see them when they act up like dissatisfied customers because they’re so trying hard it makes me laugh like a mad woman and shake my head a thousand times in disbelief seeing them like that.

So going back to that customer, all I heard was that she said she’s very particular with what she eats and she cannot eat something like that because her stomach might be upset. Upset stomach your face. You don’t even look like someone who could afford our food. Anyway, the moment she left, I asked the management trainee what the hell is her problem. Apparently, she was served a spaghetti and she was complaining because all throughout she thought she was going to be served a spaghetti with freshly boiled pasta. Imagine that. She wanted the pasta noodles, the raw, stick like noodles to be put into the boiling water right after she ordered the food. Does she even know how long it will take for that pasta to be cooked before she would be able to eat her spaghetti? And where in the world do restaurants do that? She even said, we should’ve told her earlier. Duh? Are we supposed to tell every single friggin’ customer that our spaghetti noodles are already pre-cooked and portioned and would they still want to continue with the order? She’s the only one who complained about something like that and it’s so stupid. There, she already crossed one one of the things she should do to validate her status in her new rich social circle; complain to an expensive restaurant. maybe next on her list would be to own an authentic Lous Vuitton.

While rummaging the tons of books at book sale, I happen to notice the people around us.

Person #1 Bookworm
I thought he was kinda cute. Ah! He’s at book sale! He must be interested in books! He must be fond of reading! Therefore, there’s a possibility that he is smart! Add the fact that he is (kinda) cute, I might get his number (bwahaha). As he reached the counter, I extended my neck (haha) to see what book he bought. What book is he going to buy? Fiction (he must be bored)? Non fiction (he must be eager to learn something)? Self help (he must be suicidal)? Ahhh, the book he’ll buy will kinda reflect his personality. And then I might get his number (not really haha). But then I find out, he’s just horny. He bought an FHM mag.

Person #2 Mommy Whiney
“Choose only one lang ha”. Hmm.. Good. A mom actually takes her daughter to the book store and lets her choose what she wants. Except the kid goes for a coloring book. Then she changed her mind and said she wanted a “slam book” instead. The mom bought it. Then before I knew it all I heard was a series of loud whining from the mom.

“o yan ha binibili kita ng gusto mo”

“tapos pag may pinapagawa ako ayaw mo”

“nakikita mo ha ganyan lang nakukuha mo gusto mo”

“o susundin mo na ko ha!”


“oh good”

“pag pina-sign mo mga classmates mo dyan dapat pencil”

“walang ballpen ha”

“pencil lang sabihin mo para pwede sila mag-erase”

“let’s go na”

“sabi na one book lang”

And then they were gone. And Book Sale was peaceful again.

Person #3 Oh no! Yet Another Saleslady
I understand that it’s already late when we arrived but it’s not quite closing time. 45 minutes before closing time. This saleslady was already stacking up the piles of books neatly but she was doing it in a not so nice manner. I thought she wants everyone out so they could close early. Of course I still wanted to take a look at the piles of books so I did. Out of courtesy, I returned the books nicely so that she won’t arrange them all over again even if it’s her job to arrange all the books that the customers throw all over. I noticed she kept on following me and she continued to arrange the books beside me while I browsed through the books. It’s as if she’s shooing me away.

Suddenly she asked “ano pong hinahanap nyo?” and I answered “Stones by the river or stones from the river, I’m not sure basta may stone at may river (laughs)”. “ay wala na dyan, inayos ko na lahat yan”, she said. Oh really huh? Then as if she was expecting us to already leave after she said that the book I was looking for is not in there.

So I said “Ok, titingin pa ko ng iba”, “Is that a problem?”. Bitch. Because she obviously wanted to go home already, we didn’t get out to piss her. Ane besides, we’re still looking for books. Other customers were also still looking for books. They pulled the shutter down. No customer came out. They turned off some of the lights. Still no customer came out. I bet they were already annoyed and badly wanted to get us out of the store. Haha.


I’m running out of cash and I have so many things that I plan to buy thus the reason why I suddenly became frugal. Save. I can’t even think of a way on how to get instant cash. Ebaying my stuffs definitely came into my mind. But, it’s as if I have a LOT of stuff that could actually be turned into a decent amount of money. Hmm.. As I was doing my assignment this morning I even came across this 21st century piggy bank. I so want this piggy bank because it’s cute.


So MANY things to do. So many things, I WANT to do. So little time. So little money also. I can be tagged as jack of all trades master of none. I don’t mind. As long as I’m flexible.

P.S. I’m getting fat.

My mom made two huge trays of crema de fruta to bring at my brother’s family day at school. At the last minute I decided to go there with my mom before I head to school just to see how things in my former school have changed. Naturally, the other kids brought their moms too.

The first mom that caught my attention was a full figured woman with uber blonde hair. She was in a hot pink overall topped with a white semi transparent trench coat. At first I thought she was weird but then I realized weird is not the word for it – it’s unique. She owns her style.

Then another mom came, I asked to myself, “will the UNIQUENESS around me never stop”? This particular mom was dressed in a spaghetti top, cargo pants, a cap and a dog tag. Nothing “unique” about that get up exept everything was in camouflage.
I threw a second look at her thinking and half wishing that it wasn’t real, but it was. She really was in a camouflage outfit. I think she left right after she ate.

But one mom really caught my attention. This particular mom cracked me up BIG TIME. She cracked up my mom too BIG TIME. There was nothing wrong with what she wore or how she looked. In fact, she was pretty radiant and beautiful for her age.

I’ve seen overzealous moms in movies, I’ve read fictional overzealous moms, I’ve heard stories of overzealous moms but I’ve never actually met one, not until today.

Before I knew it she already started a conversation with my mom and they talked and laughed like they were the best of friends. It turns out that she wasn’t the mom but the grandma of my brother’s classmate.

But that lady really cracked me up. She was so funny, friendly, and funny. Did I say funny? Yeah she’s funny.

She started asking my mom how old I was and I think they talked about me for a couple of minutes. Then she started saying that she has this son and and he is their youngest, and that he doesn’t have a girlfriend, and that he is a “good boy”, and that he is good looking, and that he is stable, and that he wants to hook him up with me.

I thought she was just kidding. I laughed it off. But then she got my YM and my friendster email. She told my mom that she really really wish that I would like her son because she really really likes me and she likes my mom to be her balae.

I was laughing the whole time she was saying all these things. Then she started thanking God because she said she has been praying for this for a long time already. His son brought several pretty girls at home but she didn’t like anyone of them. And now she found me and she felt like it was a blessing. She said “it was meant to be” because I didn’t have a boyfriend. For a moment I felt I was heaven’s ultimate gift to her.

Then she started talking about wedding plans.

“Hay nako kapag nagka tuluyan kayo ng anak ko mag-aalaga na ako ng baboy ngayon pa lang para sa kasal. Hindi naman sa ano ha, malay mo lang di ba?”

Then her daughter came. At first I didn’t know it ws her daughter, she was pretty and she came with her son who was so cute. From afar I saw she was pointing me to them. I bet she was saying I would be their future sister in law. Then her grand daughter came. She introduced me as her tita.

“Ah, darating si kuya [insert cousin’e name here] ko!” her grand daughter said.

Then the mom laughed and rebutted “Aba nauna na ako sa kuya mo. Ipapakilala ko na to sa tito mo”

Seriously, I thought she was nice but she was so funny. These statements even made me laugh my ass off.

“Hay nako gustong gusto ko na talaga sya para kay [insert son’s name], hay sana po talaga Lord.”

“Alam mo kapag nagkatuluyan kayo ng anak ko kahit hindi ka magtrabaho para hindi ka maloshang, kahit ako na magkanda loshang loshang basta ikaw maganda ka pa rin”

“Kapag mag-asawa na kayo, hay wag mo papabayaan ang sarili mo. Dapat maganda ka pa rin di ba? Tignan mo naman ako.” (She has a point, she’s still beautiful)

She and my mom only met for the first time today and they acted like they knew each other for a decade already. She even wanted to come to our house but my mom had to leave early so she didn’t have a chance to take her here at home. She was also eager to meet my dad. She met him when my dad picked up my mom.

All in all it was pretty flattering considering how moms can get so critical on whom their son hooks up with. I wonder what her son thinks though. Sons tend to be ashamed when their mom does something like that! Ahhhh, moms will always be moms.