Allegations

Facebook's now blocked here in the office and I begged our IT Manager not to block twitter too. He said yes, but Facebook is still much better than twitter. So I am still bored in the office. Anyway, good thing Blogger was not involved with the major blocking of the sites. That's why I started blogging again.

An allegation (also called adduction) is a claim of a fact by a party in a pleading, which the party claims to be able to prove. Allegations remain assertions without proof, until they can be proved.^[1

That's from Wikipedia, by the way. I would just like to tell them that the statement above is the real meaning of the word, allegation. Accusing things without proof is not allegation. Is Oral Defamation, specifically, Slander.

Defamation—also called calumny, vilification, traducement, slander (for transitory statements), and libel (for written, broadcast, or otherwise published words)—is the communication of a statement that makes a claim, expressly stated or implied to be factual, that may give an individual, business, product, group, government, or nation a negative image. It is usually a requirement that this claim be false and that the publication is communicated to someone other than the person defamed (the claimant).^[1]

Too long? Yes, but without that lengthy paragraph, you can't get all the gist of the word.

Why do I feel like Einstein and quoting them words, you say? It's because I was been alleged and defamed. One of the Managers in the Company that I've worked with accused me of a lot of things. Might as well enumerate some.

1. Stealing. WHO IN THEIR SANE MIND WOULD COMMIT SUCH ACTS HERE IN THE MIDDLE EAST?!? I know for a fact that when you are caught stealing, your hands will be cut and you will be sentenced to death and other gruesome acts. It's a story they've told but regardless if it's true or not, they're should be a price to pay when you steal. It's a sin and it's against the Law. They accused me of stealing money from them. This was the one that I ignored because this really wasn't true. Where will I get money when I myself have money. I earned it by working here.

2. Being close to the girls. It's true. It's true that I'm close to them ladies but I also know the Arab Culture and I have limitations. I didn't kiss one of the girls in the office. Of course not. I didn't commit any obscene acts with the girls also. They're just thinking that way because I think they're just insecure because they can't be with the women I hang around. One employee in fact told the CEO and President that I was caught staring one of my female friends in the office's back while she bent down. Jealous people. As if he would do the same. Staring, also, is different than looking. It's not my problem that I smell so good, my breath smells fresh and I don't have body odor, that I'm a chick magnet.

Actually, there's a lot more to rant about but I'm afraid my mom's going to read it again and gets frustrated because I rant a lot again and it's time for a coffee break.

Sulked 2

You know me, an Emo. Emo as in emotional masochist. Not people who wears black all the time (but I'm wearing one now) and sporting those skinny jeans and applying those eyebrow makeup. I love it when my heart bleeds to death. I love it when people bash at me emotionally and most of all I really love it when I sulk in my bed and cry.

But this situation was different.

15 March 2011, 4:30 PM

One Project Manager stepped in the office with a Major Pain on his kidney for kidney stones. Two stones on the left and 3 on the right. I hope I got it right. Anyway, he showed me an ampule inside a bottle. From the looks of it, I think I already knew what he wanted from me. Giving him and injection intramuscularly. He then elaborated his condition and he needed me to inject the drug on his butt cheek. Sounds easy.

Not.

Then here's the dilemma. You see, I am not a REGISTERED Nurse here in Qatar. I am in the Philippines. For 2 years of work, and 2 years of on the job training, injecting patients are like my thing, not to brag.

Here comes my boss. She told me let a nurse do it for him. What the- i was a bit offended but I respected her decision. So I told the Project Manager the reason. He then gave me a look, a look I will never forget until I die, a look of regret and shame. Deep in his heart I know what that look meant.

He went down, bemused and a bit mad. I then asked one Engineer to translate what is he murmuring about. He told me, 'I'm a FAKE nurse.'

That phrase struck me like lightning. It wobbled my knees making me burst into tears and wept like there's no tomorrow. This has been my most depressing moment for this month. I sipped my coffee and went to the bathroom to cry a bit. It's really not good for a male to cry here, they told. Good thing it was 4:40PM in the afternoon. Twenty more minutes before off-time and some people were not using the comfort room anymore.

At home, I never sulked. My emotional masochism wasn't there. I don't know what happened. I passed out maybe because of being tired, and hurt.

Driving

Nooooooooooooooo!!!

It's my driving exam on the 9th of February and I feel like I'm gonna blow. I have butterflies in my stomach since the week started. However, I never had any difficulties during my driving school. I just want to shout it out loud. That's why I'm starting to blog again.

And blogspot.com is not block anymore in the office. yay!

I started my driving exam last 20 January. I chose the most expensive course, the full course, not because I'm wealthy but there are 4 tries in a full course in case I failed on the first try. I hope I will pass on my first try. *praying*

I'm driving a manual transmission and it sucks. Big time. I keep telling to myself that it's better for me to learn MT because AT (automatic transmission) is much easier. Plus in the Philippines, where gasoline is costly, an MT car is much affordable to drive. :)

The exam will start at 5:00 in the early morning so I have to be there at 4:30 to puke on people. lol. I don't know how will I get there but I know God will provide. Maybe a magic carpet perhaps, since this is in the Middle East. Got it? Magic Carpet. Middle East. If you didn't get it, go play in traffic and spit on your dog.

Things

Things to blog:

1. Family Christmas Vacation in Qatar (Porkless Christmast)

2. Upgraded (where i incremented?)

3. Friends? No comment.

4. Nishan, help (driving lessons)

5. Jazz (dream car)

6. AFC in Qatar (which i never watched even one match)

Merry Christmas

Yay! It's nearly Christmas. It's the best season of the year. The carols. The cold weather. Celebrations. Me likey.

I like Everything about Christmas except one thing: Santa Clause.

Yes.

He's evil. Here are my reasons why i hate him:

both wear red and live in extreme climates

both are in competition with Jesus

they both inspire greed

Both are always watching!! ALWAYS!!

They see you when you're sleeping...

They both have minions

there both the same person! there names are anagrams for each other

They both punish you if you're bad.

Well, merry Christmas!

Rough Day

Did you ever experience you give all you got but people just keep raining on your parade? I do. A lot of times.

"Is this the only job you have? follow up one piece of paper?' One Project Manager shouted those words to me. I was shocked. Surprised that I didn't know what to do but shook my head and headed upstairs. I got offended. A bit. And quite embarrassed, too since a lot of people heard that. I only wanted his signature as per our ISO auditing.

Strike One.

During lunchtime, I said something unlikely to my officemate and up until now, she's giving me a cold shoulder. If there's one thing I hate is that one of my officemates will never speak to me and then spread rumors about me doing nothing inside the office which in fact, I did many. That's why I'm hired, right? So, maybe tomorrow, I'll expect another cold treatment from my officemate which happens to be my desk mate which I share my lunch and coffee breaks with. Sigh. Tear dropping.

Strike Two.

My boss. You know her. I think I mentioned her a lot of times already in my blog. I like her as a boss. But I think she doesn't like me. She knows everything except one thing - my job. I AM A NURSE. Our office boy is sick today so as a quote, "company nurse," end quote, I need to take care of him. Fine. I'll do that. AND STILL, SHE KEEPS ON RAVING ABOUT MY NURSING INTERVENTIONS - take his medications, take his temperature, do this, do that, OF COURSE I KNOW THAT! YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME THAT. I KNOW WHAT I'M DOING AND I'M A LICENSED NURSE. At least I kept cool and comfortable and walked out of the office. Thank God for toilets, they're my sanctuary. I can weep there. I can pray there. I can even call my mom there. Total Seclusion.

Strike Three.

My boss interviewed a girl in the office hours ago. The girl's good. Too good. She speaks well. Fluent. Eloquent. And she's got poise in answering all questions my boss threw at her. I knew it. She will be the new HR Coordinator. She will replace me.

Im out.

Slurp Day 1: The Awakening

So I've been very excited about my new protein shake and going to the gym every other day. That's the reason why I bought a magazine about having great abs. It's called The Truth about Six Pack Abs.

Actually, I just downloaded it somewhere. I didn't buy them. However, I bought an aerobic ball as one of the gym equipment mentioned in the magazine.

As for the Protein shake, I opened it and it really tasted like caramel toffee. Sweet. Unfortunately, I don't know what kind of water to use - cold or warm. I also don't know when to drink it. There's only one person who can answer that.

Mr. Google.

I searched the internet fast enough not to get caught on the CCTV. By the way, the camera is just above me. Talk about openness, no privacy. Nevertheless, I got my answer. Before exercise and after exercise. But since I just ate today, I will probably drink it after I'm done sweating out.

The gym closes at 11 o' clock and it's still 8 so I will be there at 10. I assume there will be lots of people there desperately trying to grow a six-pack,too. I hope I won't doze off.

Desperate me,

Paul

Slurp

Whenever I am alone (or feel to be alone), I imagine stuff. Imagining stuff is fun, especially if it won't come true. Like for example, when I was sitting on the toilet this morning, I imagine myself having this six-pack abs and carrying those big guns on my shoulders. However, I think to myself, I can't do that.

Wait. I think I can.

Steroids? Too risky.

Gym? Too expensive.

Home Gym. Too lazy.

See. It's better to imagine than do it. But as I noticed my bulging tummy hanging around my waist. I need to act fast. I don't want to be fat. Period. I don't have any issues on fat people because some of my friends are fat. My dad's has a big tummy. :)

What if I have a perfect body to die for, I imagined again. When I do have one, I probably would go to the beach everyday and take my shirt off and, you got the point.

So I acted fast. I really, really, acted fast.

After office hours, I went immediately to a shop selling Whey Proteins. Goodness, I want one of them big bottles babies since I was 10. As stupid as I am, I asked the seller if it will make my body bigger. He told me he's selling supplements, not steroids. Good answer.

24 grams of protein awesomeness!

So I need to exercise AND drink those protein shakes after all. Sigh.

Too late to remorse, I already bought one BIG (as in) bottle of a Whey Protein with Coffee Caramel flavor. Sweet. I have to open it tomorrow though because I went to the gym yesterday. I need to have 3 sessions per week so that I can obtain those wash-board abs. (what's a wash board abs, by the way?)

Yumminess Paul. :)

Qatar Dream

Okay, you all now know that Qatar won the 2022 FIFA world Cup Bid. The dream they keep on dreaming since I was uncircumcised. They finally got it.

For them: Hooray. For me: meh.

Congratulations, by the way Qatar for winning.

I just don't care anyway. :)

It's because I don't like sports and I don't have a sport.

Lens

Yay!

Purchased an underwater camera last night and boy it was so cool! I haven't tried it underwater though since I'm in a desert Country. Darn it. That's why they had it on sale. Nevertheless, I managed to test it in the bath tub which I had a little doubt about the product thinking it will get soaked and ruin the warranty and it will die out. Silly me.

I tested it and the photos were not really as good as my SLR (duh!). But it's handy and portable and I like the colors. They have 6 colors but I only got the yellow/gold one. I like the green one which the last piece was sold to a Qatari.

The best thing about the sale was it included a photo printer! it was so awesome that I peed my pants a bit when I printed my chauvinistic pose image and it came out great. It comes with a 4-gig SD card and a lot of Photo Papers as well.

When I get back to the Philippines, I have to try this baby. Beaches, here I come.

handy,right?