18 posts tagged “vox hunt”

Share a song that gets you through the day.

Your_Universe

Rico Blanco

Show us something that gets you in the holiday spirit. 

My huge 4 year old nephew and our aptly-decorated tree and the rest of the house. =)

Xmas 2008 (4 year old Enzo)

Show us your friends.

Circa 2007, 25th birthday. Cebu. I miss us.

Kahayag (March 2007)

Show us something frustrating.

Evul cabbie

Hands down,  the UAE's cab drivers.

Ever since I came here  8 months ago,  I noticed that they are unusually hotheaded, rude, loud, fast-talking and drive  like race car drivers with a death wish.

But that I can forgive. Maybe it's just the way their nationalities are. Its just like other nationalities who perceive us as people who are good in karaoke and who eat rice too much. Its mostly a quirk, not a flaw.

But lately, cab drivers have been getting on my last nerve mainly because:

1. They flat out refuse to accommodate you or worse, ask you where you're going and then refuses. Sounds familiar? Yes, these drivers are as notorious as Manila cab drivers. But here, it is prohibited to refuse any kind of passenger; even if they ask you to go to Iraq and back (okay, not that far but you know, the nearby emirates are legit destinations). I have reported a few times to the Road Transport Authority about cabs like these and I doubt if there are concrete actions being done against these people.
   
2. They refuse to go the extra mile for their customers (a U-turn, to move forward, to back up, etc). I truly believe I am a reasonable passenger. So it pisses me off when a cabbie refuses to make a quick U-Turn for my benefit when there are no obstructions or traffic build-up on both roads, or to go a specific corner like I asked him to. They'd usually say, "Just walk" and I'm like "WTF? I hire you to take me somewhere I specifically need to be and if I choose not to walk some more because I don't feel like it or because I'm bringing something heavy or my feet hurt; you should just do me this small favor and actually do what's expected of you." Of course, cab drivers wouldn't understand that rant (I'm a mean girl =p) so I end up angrily insisting by saying, "NO, you make that U-turn! What's your problem?"
   
3. They flirt and always say they LOVE Filipinas. Yeah, scary stuff. Lame flirts, I say. Kahlil asked me not to reply when they start a convo because so far, I've been a witness to this; and I swear, konti nalang, it can actually border on sexual harassment.
   

Now, I'm wondering who I can send this to. Dubai and Sharjah taxis need a major attitude overhaul. Fast.

NOTE: Photo provided here was taken by Kahlil de Pio; after a particular Barasti night. And yes, most cabbies look like that.

Another note: Just this weekend, I have encountered 5 pasaway cab drivers. They get worse everyday.

Show us your happy place.
Submited by edwina.

For the past few days, I have been a hermit, locked up in house arrest in my flat because I am required to rest after my surgery and because I'm scared to go out into the world where rude, fast-driving cab drivers and running children on sneaker skates flock. My tummy area is off limits because I have wounds that are still healing and God knows what will happen if some impatient driver or some kid bumps into me.

So, I've found comfort in my flat these past few days and it's so strange that I've never actually spent this much time inside it for a long time. Aside from the fact that I work all week; my weekends are usually spent in Dubai with  Kahlil. So this surgery actually made me bond with my flat. (Goodluck with my electricity bill; the A/C's turned on the whole time!)
So without further adieu, here's my room; my happy place (c'mon, do you really wanna see the kitchen and bathroom?):

hangout

This is my living room area.

My couch slash sofa bed is from Ikea; as well as the throw pillows.

You can also see my second-hand Philips TV; the Philips DVD player is hidden somewhere there.

The green working table and orange chair are from Ikea also; you can see my Sony Vaio laptop, a Starbucks cup, my Kipling bag and 3 newly-purchased Vincci shoes; still in boxes.

Can you see the Absolut vodka bottle? =)

And oh, on the floor, against the wall, is a stolen framed picture of Thierry Henry given to me by an officemate. Woohoo!

sleep

The three frames you see on the wall are paintings made by my nephew Enzo. =) They serve as a divider between my living room and actual bed.

Beyond the clothes dryer, you can see a green lamp; again from Ikea and my unmade bed.

Bedframe, mattress, pillows and covers are all from Ikea.

My Roman blinds curtain is especially ordered from Sedar.

I spend all day here and I am thoroughly enjoying  this mini-vacation. =) Too bad it has to end this weekend. =(

If for some reason you're interested to see what my kitchen and bathroom looks like and to know what I have been up to while bumming around, check THIS out.

Show us your mother.

 

Mama

My mom at 48 years old.

Slightly tipsy, always friendly

A stickler for keeping schedules and making things organized

Fun, a wee bit vain, religious but can be crass at times.

She is my rock and I love her to bits.

Share your cell phone ring tone.
Submitted by Ross.

Jamiroquai - Love Foolosophy

Jamiroquai

Since I wanted something to differentiate me from the common "wailing mosque man" ringtone everyone has here, I downloaded this baby for a good 2 hours or so from the ever so unreliable Limewire. Needless to say, some people (in the office mostly) either loved it or got annoyed. Kebs.  

Buffalo man 2

To complete my Jamiroquai-themed experience, I have this as my wallpaper. The cartoony Buffalo Man logo of Jamiroquai that appeared in the "Dont Give Hate A Chance" music video.

Now, show us your dream job.

Hands down, a rock journalist in manner of William Miller, in "Almost Famous".

Dream job

I started reviewing bands and writing about gigs around year 2001 when I was in college. I got a short stint as a contributing writer for Lighter Press, a Cebu-based fanzine. Alex Lim, of Lighter Records & Press would take me to gigs and let me meet the band and interview them. Then, I watch the gig for free and I write about it. Now c'mon, who doesnt want that on a daily basis? This writing gig got me a lot of backstage passes in major rock shows in Cebu and Manila and yes, it didnt hurt to meet a lot of rock personalities. Tee Hee. Band-aid/ groupie mode.

Now, I resort to writing my own reviews and just wish I can go to a gig soon. (Speaking of which, I am anticipating Dubai Desert Rock Festival in March! Woohoo! Real big acts in Dubai! Last year, Iron Maiden and Incubus came. This year, I will get to see Korn, Machinehead and KillSwitch Engage!)

*sigh. To be young and limber again. I miss the mosh pits.

Show us your job.

Work

I am a market research executive. I conduct research projects for various clients who all want to answer one question: What does my consumer want?  My job requires efficiency, grace under unbelievable pressure, charm aka pambobola, multitasking, creativity and quick-hitting inspiration at the wee hours of the morning, a non-existent writer's block, and a strong, acid-proof stomach.

This job has provided me with an impressive professional network, the great feeling of seeing a new product or service launched that you did a project on, and the fact that I am truly contributing to the world. Eventhough that world is largely FMCG's (fast-moving consumer goods) and multinational companies.

And yes, this job also gave me chronic gastritis,  the amazing ability to have a bitch fit over the phone, "Woosah" moments when I have to re-do a 200-slide presentation because the Data Processing team REALIZED at 9pm that the data they sent me had the wrong weights applied, the ability to fake a smile when meeting with slavedriver clients, a big gut from sitting down all day long, and a reputation as "Miss Peewee, yung taga Mega-B na mahirap yung projects." I swear, when I pay a visit to our Field office, I cringe at the sight of their worried faces when they say, "Miss Peewee, ano na naman yang project mo?"

But, any job has its own pros and cons. I just take a deep breath and think, "Someday, I can relax na naman for a change."

I cant believe I'm doing this for almost 4 years now.

Show us a photo of somewhere you want to go.

Seychelles, baby!

The Republic of Seychelles is an archipelago nation of 155 islands in the Indian Ocean, some 1,500 km east of mainland Africa, northeast of the island of Madagascar.

Anyone willing to burn serious money for my trip?