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OJT, Part 4/12



April 25, 2011
8:45 AM




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"Sir Max?"

"Yes?"

"Kayo po ba si Emil Perez?"

"Yah. Thanks for accepting. I'm stalking you ri-I mean, I'm looking at your profile right now. You know, you're a very funny girl, had me laughing this whole morning."

"Thank you po. Sige po..."

"Ok."

"Patay. Tinitingnan niya yung profile ko. Hala! Mababasa niya... Shet!"


8:54 AM

"Hello, bespren, ba't ang tagal tagal mong sagutin?"

"Nasa ofis ako."

"Alam mo yung password ko sa Facebook di 'ba?"

"Oo."

"Pasuyo naman oh, please. Burahin mo yung mga status ko, lahat nang tungkol sa boss ko. Dali na, please..."

"Aha, takot kang mabasa niya mga kalandian mo no?"

"Hoy, umayos ka nga, joketime lang naman yun. Malay ko ba na ia-add niya ako. Dali na, please..."

"Yan kasi, bakit kasi in-accept mo?"

"Sabi mo i-accept ko!"

"Wala akong sinabi ah."

"Dali na! Please, please, besfreeeeen..."

"Bakit hindi na lang ikaw magbura?"

"Bawal nga mag-Facebook sa 'min di ba?"

"Eh pano yan, bawal din mag-Facebook sa 'min."

"Oy, sabi mo last time, pwede!"

"Ha ha! Joke lang. Sige na, sige na, buburahin ko na."


12:02 AM

"Oooh, Chicken Adobo."

"Ah, opo, gawa ni Mama."

"Nice. You were wondering about my name earlier..?"

"Po? Ah, opo, kasi, iba yung pangalan n'yo, akala ko ibang tao."

"There's a story behind that, my name. I'll tell you but promise me you won't laugh."

"Sige po."

"My full name is Maximiliano Perez IV."

"Hufpppphhh..."

"See? It's funny, right? That was my Great-Grandfather's name, and they decided to pass it down the line. And it sucks, believe me, during High School, everyone was laughing when the teacher calls my name. 'Maximiliano! Stand up!' It was hilarious. Then, I met Lalaine, and she called me 'Emil' for short. Then it just stuck, everybody calls me Emil now. Nobody even remembers my real name."

"Pero dito po, bakit Sir Max ang tawag sa inyo?"

"I don't know, I can't remember. Sila Boss Robert ata nagtawag sa 'kin nun, mas cool daw pakinggan"

"Ahh..."

"How about you? What's the story behind your name?"

"Wala naman po. Ordinaryo lang naman yung pangalan ko."

"You know, you're very charming..."

"Po?"

"You're a charming girl."

"..."
"That was a joke."

"Ha?"

"You know, charming - Charmaigne - charm: a particular quality that attracts, or having a delightful characteristic. It is a pun-intended joke, sorry."

"Ha ha! Okay. Akala ko..."

"Sorry.. I'm not that good at jokes. Medyo bagsak ako sa sense of humor academy. Unlike you, you have a lot of sense of humor."

"Hindi naman po masyado..."

"Tawa ako ng tawa dun sa post mo. I can't remember when was the last time I laughed that hard."

"Aling post? Yung... status... ko...?"

"Yung sa bading na stand-up comedian. What was his name again..."

"Ah, si Vice Ganda. Whew..."

"Yun! Grabe, di ako maka-get over."

"Buti naman, akala ko... safe..."


7:30 PM

"Hello."

"Uy, Sir, uwi na rin po kayo?"

"Yup. Saan ang way mo?"

"Pa-North po ako eh."

"EDSA?"

"Opo."

"Tara, sabay na tayo."

"Di n'yo po ata dala yung sasakyan n'yo ngayon?"

"Coding ako kapag Monday. Usually pumapasok ako ng maaga para hindi umabot sa coding, pero kanina medyo na-late ako ng gising, kaya yun..."

"Ahh.."

"Medyo matagal na nga rin akong di nakakasakay ng bus.. Ano bang sinasakyan mo? Nage-MRT ka ba?"

"Ah... min...san... pero magbu-bus lang din ako ngayon... hindi... ko kasi mahanap yung MRT card ko. Ahi hi..."

"Saan ka nga ba ulit?"

"Sa may Bagong Barrio po."

"Ow, pwede na tayo magsabay. Caloocan ako, I can take any bus that passes through Monumento."

"Oo nga no..."


7:49 PM


"I remember, you told me, you never had a boyfriend. Right?"

"Hindi pa. Kasi nag-promise ako kay Mama na, tatapusin ko muna yung pag-aaral ko."

"Then, how come, ang dami mong alam?"

"Wala lang, nababasa ko lang. Tsaka, sa mga kuwentuhan, yun..."

"Have you ever broken a promise?"

"Po?"

"Promise na hindi mo natupad?"

"Meron na siguro, pero hindi ko maalala... Sinisikap ko kasi na, siyempre, di ba, promise yun eh... kung pinapahalagahan mo yung taong pinangakuan mo, tutuparin mo."

"Have you ever thought about your future? Plans, or any sort of?"

"Job interview po ba itu Sir? Ha ha!"

"Hindi naman... This "not driving" thing just makes me... bored."

"Future... magtrabaho, as programmer. Malay n'yo, sa Nautilus pa, kapag natanggap ako. Pero ang gusto ko po talaga eh magsulat."

"Magsulat?"

"Magsulat, as in writer."

"Talaga? Walang pera dun. Specifically here in the Philippines, underrated ang mga writer dito."

"Oo nga eh. Pero, yun kasi ang first love ko eh. Ang magsulat. Nung High School, editor-in-chief ako ng school paper namin, tapos pagkapasok ko nitong College, The Catalyst agad ang una kong pinuntahan. Kaso, etong mga huling araw, medyo nai-stress out na rin ako sa academics, baka mag-resign ako ngayong pasukan."

"Sayang naman. Speaking of love, have you ever fallen in love?"

"Hindi pa. Alam mo Sir, hindi ako naniniwala d'yan sa falling in love na yan eh."

"Ow?"

"Teka, eto, may nabasa ako sa isang blog. Ang sabi niya, 'people who fall in love are stupid; in love, you don't fall, you jump.'"

"You jump?"

"Ganito yan Sir eh, anong tawag mo sa taong nahulog sa building?"

"Ahhh.. Tanga?"

"Exactly! Hindi siya nag-ingat, kaya nahulog siya. Eh ano naman ang tawag mo dun sa taong tumalon sa building?"

"Tanga rin."

"Hindi! Tumalon siya eh. Kahit alam niya na puwede niya yung ikamatay. Kahit hindi siya sigurado na may sasalo sa kanya. Ika nga eh, 'leap of faith'. Hindi yun katangahan ah..."

"Well, that's balls he got there."

"Tama. Matapang siya. Sabi dun sa nabasa ko, ganun din daw ang love. Kung nahulog ka lang, nang di mo namamalayan, tanga ka. Pagbagsak mo, may sumalo sa yo, ok, pero mamaya-maya, mahuhulog ka na naman sa iba, kasi hindi ka natututo, hindi ka nasasaktan, hindi ka marunong mag-ingat, tatanga-tanga ka pa rin. Pero kung tumalon ka, kahit hindi ka sigurado sa babagsakan mo, pero tanggap mo sa loob mo na puwede kang masaktan sa gagawin mo, di 'ba, katapangan yun? Pagbasak mo, at may sumalo sa 'yo, aba, pasasalamatan mo yung taong yun, at habangbuhay mo siyang pahahalagahan, kasi, utang mo sa kanya ang buhay mo. At hinding-hinding-hinding-hindi ka na tatalon ulit. Ever."

"I can't believe I'm hearing that from a 19-year old girl. If we're on a theater right now, I will give you a standing ovation."

"Grabe naman Sir."

"Seriously. You can work as... as... alam mo yun, yung sa mga radio stations, yung nagbibigay ng advice sa love, like... ah... Chico and Delamar maybe, err, wait, I'm not sure of what I'm talking about here."

"Parang si Papa Jack?"

"Yah.. wait, who's that?"

"Basta, yun... Talaga lang Sir ha..."

"Yes. I will vouch for you, if ever. Pero, wait. What if, tumalon ka at walang sumalo sa 'yo? Ang sakit nun."

"Eh di, magpagaling ka.. tapos kapag ok ka na, talon ka lang ulit. Basta talon lang nang talon, may sasalo din sa 'yo niyan."

"But that person should be willing to take a lot of pain. Which reminds me of that song
~Love hurts, love scars
Love wounds, and marks
To take a lot of pain...~

~Take a lot of pain~

~Love is like a cloud~

~Holds a lot of rain~

~Love hurts... oooohhh oooohhhh love hu-urts~
~Love hurts... oooohhh oooohhhh love hu-urts~

"Ha ha ha!! Nazareth pala kayo Sir ah."

"Naabutan mo pa yun?"

"Hindi naman, lagi yang kinakanta sa videoke. Tsaka sa Channel 5, may show sila nyan."

"Talaga? Hindi na ko nakakanood ng TV."



8:16 PM

"Ay, sige Sir, dito na po ako..."

"Ow, sure. Ingat ha..."

"Sige po. Ingat din po kayo."

"Ah, wait, Charmaigne..."

"Sir?"


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