Wednesday, October 31, 2012

best divorce letter there is!

My Dear Husband, I'm writing this letter to tell you that I'm leaving you. I've been a good wife to you for the last 20 years and I have nothing to show for it, and the last 2 weeks have been hell. Your boss called to tell me that you left your job today which was the last straw. Last week, you came home and you didn't even notice I had a new hairstyle, had cooked your favorite meal and even wore a brand new night gown. You ate in 2 minutes and went straight to sleep after watching your TV soaps. You don't tell me you love me anymore, you don't want sex or anything that connects us as husband and wife. Either you are cheating on me or you don't love me anymore. Whatever the case, I'm gone. 

P.S. Don't try to find me. Your BROTHER and I are moving to New Zealand together! Have a great life! 


Dear Ex-Wife, nothing has made my day more than receiving your letter. It's true you and I have been married for 20 years, although a good woman is a far cry from what you have been. I watch TV soaps so much because they down out your constant whining and bitching. Too bad that doesn't work anymore. I did notice when you got a hairdo last week, but the 1st thing that came to my mind was 'you look just like a boy!'. Since my father raised me not to say anything if you can't say something nice, I didn't comment. When you cooked my favorite meal, you must have got me confused with MY BROTHER because I haven't eaten prawns for 7 years. About the new night gown, I turned away from you because the $299.99 price tag was still on it, and I prayed it was a coincidence that my brother had just borrowed $300 from me that morning. After all of this, I still loved you and felt we could work it out. So when I won the $20 million Lotto on Saturday, I left my job and bought 2 tickets for us to Paris, but when I got home you were gone. Everything happens for a reason, I guess. I hope you have the fulfilling life you always wanted. My lawyer said that the LETTER you wrote ensures you won't get a dollar from me. So take care. 
Your Ex-Husband, Rich As Hell And Free! 

P.S. I don't know if I ever told you this, but my brother CARL was born CARLA. :P .I hope that's not a problem :P

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

on sinusitis, burns, and hateful costings

Cramming, cramming, cramming. When will I ever learn?

Chef Nick told us about our costing project since day 1 of our class.. But did I do it? Noooooo. I had to wait til our class is almost over. Our deadline was last week, and I'm not even close to being done. (I'll submit this when I go back to Cebu next week, maybe. Not this week, no matter how late I am, coz I'm going to Manila. Phantom, baby! But that's a story for another day.)

I was supposed to go back to Cebu last Friday (minus my project, obviously) but I got sick so I postponed my trip. I had a sinus attack - a triple whammy of allergic rhinitis, sinusitis, and sore throat. I'm all better now, thanks to a handful of meds I'm maintaining for a whole month (ugh!), except for the occasional runny nose.

I hate being sick, but this time it gave me a reason why I was unable to submit my portfolio on time - I wasn't able to go back to Cebu because *drum roll please* I was sick! 

But anyway, it's not as if I'm the one doing my costing. My BF Lex did most all of the hard work. Not that it's hard work for him. For him, Math is like chickenshit. I'm more of a Literature person.

I encoded everything, leaving the tables for the APC, EPC, and cost blank. He inputted everything on Excel, made up formulas, and voila! It's like magic to me.

He was here earlier, and he was teaching me how to use Microsoft Excel (yes, I'm proud ashamed to say I graduated college without ever learning how to use Excel), how the formulas work, etc., etc., but all I could here was "blah blah blah *white noise* blah blah blah".

In the end, he gave up and finished the work himself.

I didn't do anything much, but now my head really hurts, I'm hyperventilating a bit, and I feel like throwing up. Wow. Math must have a bad effect on me. 

Oh, and to make my day worse, I got 2 burns on my left arm. The result of catching an empty baking pan instead of just letting it fall to the floor. Talk about wrong reflexes.

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