Philippines

1130PM, Tuesday:

Nakasakay kami ni Ina Magenta sa kotse ni Schoolboi, papunta sa Sunken Garden sa UP.

Ang last class namin, according kay Prof, ay doon magaganap.

"Bakit sa Sunken Garden?" tanong ko kay Schoolboi, na parang baliw kung mag-drive. Ambilis. Pero suwabe, hehehe.

Nag-kibit-balikat lang siya.

Si Ina Magenta ang sumagot, "May seremonyas siguro tayong gagawin. Alam mo naman si Prof, pagdating sa ganito, ma-drama."

Napatingin ako sa kaniya, kahit madilim sa loob ng kotse ni Schoolboi, kitang-kita mo ang suot ni Ina Magenta, isang loud na loud na neon green tanktop at neon orange na pedal pushers.

Napansin niya ang pagtitig ko sa damit niya.

"May issue ka sa suot ko?" tanong niya, nakataas ang isang kilay.

"Wala po," sagot ko, "Good idea nga yang suot mo eh, baka sakaling mawala ka sa dilim, madali ka naming mahahanap. Mukha kang higanteng Frutos."

Natawa si Schoolboi, pero mukhang malungkot siya. Hmmm... siguro nag-away na naman sila ni Pasha.

Lately, mukhang laging wala siya sa mood.

Hating-gabi na ng makarating kami sa Sunken Garden.

Nakita agad namin kung saan naka-puwesto sina Prof.

Sa malapit sa gitna ng field, may isang grupo ng mga tao na napapaligiran ng marami-raming kandilang naka-garapon.

The effect was both beautiful and creepy.

"Sheeet, parang kulto ang pinasok natin," sabi ni Ina Magenta.

Pag-lapit namin, sinalubong kami ng isang kaklase namin, si Mark.

"Kayo na lang ang kulang, antagal niyo naman!" bati niya, "Na-late ka na naman siguro ano, Rica?"

Tumingin sa kaniya ng masama si Ina Magenta, hindi nagsasalita.

Sa liwanag ng mga kandila, nagmukha siyang baliw na mamamatay-tao.

Tumatakbong umatras si Mark pabalik sa klase.

"Supot," bulong ni Ina Magenta.

Lumapit kami kay Prof, na kasalukuyang nag-aabot ng kape sa styro sa mga students niya.

"Sa wakas," simula niya, "andito na kayo, na-late ka na naman ano, Rica?"

Ngumiti ng matamis na ngiti ang lola niyo, "Sorry talaga, Prof, may inasikaso akong problema eh."

Tumango lang si Prof, at inabutan ako ng isang malaking banig at mga unan.

Lumapit ako kay Ina Magenta, binulungan ko siya, "Bahag pala ang buntot mo kay Prof eh."

Natawa siya, "Kelangan sa buhay, pumili ka ng kakataluhin mo."

Sa may kalayuan, nakita kong nagsindi ng yosi si Schoolboi. Lumapit ako sa kaniya.

"I thought you quit smoking?" tanong ko.

Tumingin siya sa akin, tapos binigay sa akin ang yosi niya, "This is yours."

Kinuha ko naman, pero nagsindi rin siya ng panibago para sa sarili niya.

Tahimik pa rin siya, nakatingin sa malayo.

Umubo ako, tapos nagtanong, "Let me guess... Pasha?"

He smiled weakly, sabay tango.

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked.

Inakbayan niya ako, tapos nilakad palapit sa class. "Maybe later," sagot niya, "Magsisimula na si Prof eh."

I don't have the words to describe that night.

Imagine it, a midnight class, wherein Prof picked seven stories from seven students in the class to read out in the dark. There were about twenty-five of us in the class.

Napili niya ang "Bakit Niya Ako Iniwan?" na entry ko.

"Ang gusto ko sa pagsulat mo, Buquir," sabi ni Prof, "hindi ka takot mapahiya sa mga mambabasa mo. You really let everything out in this piece."

Blush naman ako.

Pag napili niya ang sinulat mo, you're supposed to read it in front of the class.

Napili rin ang mga sinulat ni Ina Magenta at ni Schoolboi.

Nung si Ina Magenta na ang nagbasa ng piece niya na ang title ay "Saging Lang Ang Katapat Mo", nabulabog ang gabi sa lakas ng mga tawa ng mga kaklasmeyt namin. May kasama pa kasing interpretative dance ang lola mo eh.

When it was Schoolboi's turn, pinagmasdan ko ng husto ang mukha niya na bahagyang naliliwanagan ng mga kandila.

Mukha talaga siyang malungkot. Guwapo, oo, pero malungkot.

"Baka matunaw si Schoolboi sa kaka-titig mo," sabi ni Ina Magenta sabay siko sa akin.

Ngumiti lang ako.

Inabot kami ng bukang-liwayway sa Sunken Garden. By that time, nag-kaniya-kaniyang usapan na kami.

Kaming tatlo ni Schoolboi at ni Ina Magenta ang magkakatabi sa banig, nakatingala sa nagliliwanag na langit. Malamig ang hangin at tahimik ang paligid, maliban sa bulungan sa mga ibang banig. Sa kabilang banig, may nagpapatugtog ng ipod niya na may speakers, at ang kanta ay "Linger" ng Cranberries.

Di namin mapigilang maging senti ang usapan.

Kinukuwento sa amin ni Schoolboi kung gaano kahirap magkaroon ng boyfriend na mukhang supermodel.

"Hindi ba mas mahirap kung mukhang basurero ang boyfriend mo?" tanong ng taklesang si Ina Magenta.

Natawa kami pareho ni Schoolboi.

Dagdag pa ni Ina Magenta, "Nakakatawa ano? Kahit pareho kayo ni Pasha na good-looking, hindi ka pa rin masaya sa relasyon niyo? Meron ding selos, merong bitterness, may insecurities. Ang mga problema niyo pala katulad rin sa problema ng mga ordinary-looking people."

Huminga ng malalim si Schoolboi, "Like they say, God is fair."

Pinatong ni Ina Magenta ang ulo niya sa kamay niya, at tumingin sa akin, "Ikaw, Buquir, kamusta naman ang taong pinakamamahal mo?"

Huminga rin ako ng malalim, "Ayun, kumikirot pa rin ang tiyan ko everytime nakikita ko siya."

Umunan si Schoolboi sa braso ko, "Does he know already? Do you think he has any idea of how you feel?"

Umiling ako, "Nope... at least I don't think so."

Nainggit si Ina Magenta, pinatong niya ang ulo niya sa tiyan ko, "Alam mo, dapat sabihin mo sa kaniya. I'm sure litong-lito na yun ngayon sa ikinikilos mo."

Nakiliti ako sa pagkakadag-an niya sa tiyan ko, "I will never tell him, believe me. I've learned my lesson well, it's better if I just keep my mouth closed."

Tahimik silang pareho.

"What? You think I'm making a mistake by keeping silent?" I asked them.

Umalis si Ina Magenta sa tiyan ko, umupo, at tumingin sa akin, "I think, eventually, sasabihin mo din sa kaniya, one way or another. Kilala kita eh, di mo rin mapipigilan yan. Balang araw, Buquir, lalabas at lalabas din yan."

Tumatango sa pag-sang-ayon si Schoolboi.

Bumalikwas ako palayo sa kanilang dalawa, "You're wrong. I will never tell him, believe me."

Pero sa loob-loob ko, may takot at kabang kumikislot sa puso ko.

Balang araw, Buquir, lalabas at lalabas din yan, sabi ni Ina Magenta.

"What are you so afraid of, Buquir?" tanong ni Schoolboi.

"The most common reason, I guess," sagot ko, "Rejection. I'm afraid things will change once I tell him how I feel."

"Rejection isn't something you should fear, really," sabi niya.

"Easy for you to say," sagot ko naman, "You look like a commercial model for Calvin Klein, ako naman mukhang commercial model ng Pigrolac."

Natawa si Ina Magenta, "At least commercial model pa rin!"

"What's Pigrolac?" tanong ng inosenteng si Schoolboi.

"Favorite snack ni Buquir," sagot ni Ina Magenta.

Binato ko siya ng unan sa mukha.

Biglang nag-ring ang cell phone ni Schoolboi.

"It's Pasha," sabi niya, sinagot ang phone habang naglakad palayo sa amin.

Nakatingin kami ni Ina Magenta sa paglayo niya.

"Si Schoolboi ba ang pinoproblema mo?" tanong sa akin ni Ina Magenta, "In love ka ba sa kaniya?"

"Of course not," sagot ko. Honest. Hindi siya.

"So si Pasha?" tanong niya.

Umiling ako. Hindi rin siya.

"Eh sino?" kulit niya, "Ilang araw ka nang hindi matahimik diyan sa lintek na lalakeng yan ah. Ano ba yan? Ginto ba etits niyan?"

"Bastos," sagot ko, "Hindi kami ganun ano?"

"Eh so sino nga?" tanong niya uli.

Ngumiti ako at sinabi ang pangalan ng taong bumabagabag sa akin lately.

Nanlaki ang mata niya, "Siya? Yung guy na pinakita mo sa akin yung pictures?"

Tumango ako.

Kumunot ang noo niya, "Malaking problema nga yan."

Bumagsak ako uli sa banig, tumingin sa langit, huminga ng malalim, isang malungkot na ngiti sa aking mga labi, "Haaaay, sinabi mo pa."

A dream came true for me the other night. My friends and I were finally able to see, and hear, for the first time the world-famous Philippine Madrigal Singers, or Madz for short.

In fairness, marami-raming tao rin ang dumalo pero dehins pa rin napuno ang Nicanor Abelardo theater. Kakalungkot. Sana mas maraming pinoy ang sumuporta di ba? Ang mura lang naman ng tickets.

I won't even try to fully describe the choir's performance that night. All throughout the concert, nangingilabot ako sa ganda ng boses nila, may mga moments na feeling ko mag-isa lang ako sa theater at ako lang ang kinakantahan nila. Medyo panira lang yung mga naka-upo sa likod namin kasi nakikisabay sa kanta.

Medyo mataas ang mga seats namin, and right on the edge of the second balcony. Nakakalula! Halos maiyak kaming apat nung kinailangan naming tumayo para sa Pambansang Awit. Nung nakatayo ako, iniipit ko sa pagitan ng mga hita ko yung upuan ko kasi feeling ko talaga malalaglag ako.

After their performance, syempre photo-ops with the fans ang choir. Hindi ko kilala yung babaeng nakaputi sa left corner. Nakisingit ba naman.

Saka ko napansin na marami palang cute sa choir. Eh matagal na akong naghahanap ng ma-i-papa-date kay Shayne, siya yung nakaputing hottie sa gitna. Mahiyain ang lola mo kaya, nung mga unang pics, sinasamahan pa namin.

Yung mga sumunod, siya na lang. Tapos ako nakikiusap sa mga boys.

Sabi ko, "Hi, can she have her picture taken with you? Crush ka niya kasi eh."

Oo naman agad ang mga boys.

Hmmm... pwede na.

The short one's kinda cute. The tall one looks like Yao Ming.

Definitely cute.

One of the performers of the night, he did a Spanish aria with the choir. Super hot siya in person.

Pero parang di sila bagay ni Shayne?

Ayaaaaan. Much better.

Mga kapatid!!!

I saw this entry on bikoy.net.

The title of the entry was "The Call of Call Center Agents".

It's kinda long but I hope you read it till the end. This was the privilege speech of Rep. Raymond “Mong” Palatino
delivered last August 17, 2009.

If you're a call center agent, YOU HAVE TO READ IT.

Tell me what you think in the comments section. I highlighted in bold the phrases and words I thought were kinda... ouchy.

- bookie -

Mr. Speaker, distinguished colleagues, I rise on behalf of fellow young Filipinos denied of their dreams and were forced to enter the illusory world of call centers.

The tale of Filipino youths setting aside their childhood dreams to enter the call center industry is fast becoming a common story. More and more young Filipinos are being lured into working in a call center regardless of their educational background. A starting salary of P15,000 on average is indeed attractive, not to mention the signing bonus and incentives for good work performance.

As the global financial crisis sweeps ominously into Asian shores, the Philippine government has continuously promoted and relied on the Business Processing Outsourcing (BPO) industry to provide opportunities to millions of jobless Filipinos. The number of jobs generated grew robustly from 99,000 workers in 2004 to 372,000 workers in 2008, most of them in their 20s.

For the government, the BPO sector is a major contributor in terms of revenues and employment generation. From $350 million in 2001, revenues generated from the BPO sector surged to $6 billion in 2008. The government was quick to conclude that the BPO sector is poised to benefit from the global recession.

This has prompted both the administration and the vanguards of globalization to brand the BPO sector as the “sunshine industry.”

But there is a need, Mr. Speaker, to bust the myth surrounding the so-called sunshine industry. For behind the seemingly innocuous statistics and improving figures lie tales of exploitation, false hopes, and dim working conditions inside the call center.

Totoong mas mataas ang tinatanggap na suweldo ng isang call center agent kumpara sa isang regular na manggagawa. In reality, foreign companies are exploiting our cheap labor. The average annual salary of a call center agent in the Philippines is $3,964. This is lower than Thailand’s $4,874, Malaysia’s $5,199, and Singapore’s $16,884. Kung totoong tayo ang binansagang “Offshoring Destination of the Year” noong 2007, bakit kakarampot lamang ang sahod ng call center agents natin kumpara sa ating mga kapitbahay?

Companies in developed countries benefit immensely from this set-up. By taking advantage of highly-skilled and low-value labor in poorer economies such as ours, foreign firms gain an estimated net savings of 20-40 percent on labor costs.

Despite the relatively decent pay and seemingly rich rewards, job tenure in the call center industry, as labor economist Clarence Pascual puts it, is “as transient as the phone calls that agents make or take.”

This is evident in the industry’s high attrition rates or the proportion of the workforce that leaves a company or industry. The Call Center Association of the Philippines pegs the turnover rate in the country at 60-80 percent, the highest in the world.

According to a multi-country survey conducted by Callcentres.net, full-time call center agents stay in a contact center for a brief 22 months, while part-time agents stay for an even shorter 10 months.

This is an international figure, Mr. Speaker. In the Philippines, where most of the call centers are outsourced, offshore and non-unionized, the situation is even worse: 60 percent of call center workers stay in a company for only a year or less.

As more employees leave the industry, the demand for replacements becomes constant. According to an article in Newsbreak magazine, for every employee hired to fill in a new seat, another two employees must be hired to replace the seats vacated by those who left. How apt, Mr. Speaker, that this industry is marked by “hellos” and “goodbyes.”

The culprit: poor quality of jobs at the call center. A survey by the Call Center Project based at Cornell University in New York shows that the high attrition rate is caused by a low job quality in call centers. The study revealed that 67 percent of agents found in 39 percent of call centers work in low to very low quality jobs.

The Call Center Project survey points out that worker turnover and quit rates are higher as job discretion or the agent’s “sense of control” becomes lower and monitoring on the job becomes more intense. Low job discretion and high performance monitoring contribute to employee stress and rapid job burnout.

Mr. Speaker, distinguished colleagues, the job of a call center agent is not that all fancy nor ideal. For it is in the very nature of the call center job to be exploitative.

Call centers-vendors in indsutry parlance-provide services, such as customer service, sales, technical support, on behalf of client companies. They compete for accounts from companies that ousource some of their functions. In this competitive arena, the agent is stuck between two contrasting interests-he or she must keep costs low for the client while ensuring profits for the call center.

In this set-up, quantitative targets are laid down by clients to reduce costs and increase productivity, giving them the upper hand. In the call center industry, everything is measured.

Thus, call center agents work the phones for the entire duration of their work shift. Unlike our jobs, where we have time to read newspapers or chat with our officemates, the job of a call center agent is one of isolation. The calls just keep coming in, and one has no choice but to pick up to phone.

Moreover, one faces punitive measures, such as forced leave, suspension or even termination, for failing to meet productivity targets, which serve as basis for staff assessment and promotions.

To ensure the targets are met, clients even enforce remote monitoring of actual calls. Supervisors track an agent’s use of time, from call handling time to time spent on “after call work” and break time. Recorded calls are scored for quality on a monthly or weekly basis. A low score translates to a corrective action memo, which can cost one’s job. Consequently, monitoring becomes a constant source of anxiety for workers.

Since monitoring and evaluation are done remotely, penalized workers do not have enough opportunity to appeal disciplinary actions. A 22-year old agent says in their company, even tenured workers issued with corrective action memos get terminated.

According to a survey by the Ecumenical Institute for Labor Education and Research, only a 10-minute per day period is allowed for personal use, such as going to the restroom. This becomes difficult for the workers since a cold workplace temperature encourages frequent urination. Female agents, thus, usually suffer from urinary tract infection.

Since the United States is the biggest market of BPO industry, this requires call center operations during the evening. The call center sub-sector is changing the nightlife of Manila. Bars, restaurants and convenience stores are open every morning to accommodate the night workers.

But the graveyard shift has become a major source of difficulty and dissatisfaction for a lot of agents as their day-to-day routines are turned upside down. Medical specialists point out that disrupting the body clock can cause manic depression and heart problems.

Weekends and holidays are also rarely off, since the calendar being followed is that of the clients, resulting in very rare family time for married agents. Meanwhile, compulsory overtime or extended time is also prevalent.

The Department of Health has warned against this work schedule, aggravated by an intense and exhaustive workload. DOH warned that persons working in the graveyard shift are vulnerable to various diseases, including hypertension, cardiovascular illnesses, tuberculosis and sexually transmitted diseases. Foreign studies have even shown that graveyard shifts can increase the risk of cancer among women workers.

Noong isang taon, Mr. Speaker, ibinalita sa TV Patrol World ang pagkamatay ng isang call center agent. Siya ay si Dingdong Flores, inatake ng hypertension habang nasa trabaho. Siya ay na-coma bago pa mahatid sa ospital.

The DOLE has made separate studies on health risks associated with call center work. Both studies show high incidence of eyestrains symptoms, muskuloskeletal symptoms, voice disorders, hearing problems.

Since most call centers employ first-time and young workers who are hesitant to complain, these health problems may even be an underestimation of the true state of health among workers.

Such health hazards explain high rates of absenteeism in the industry. Consequently, call centers have adopted punitive attendance policies. In some call centers, eight absences over a six-month period constitute grounds for termination.

While they are entitled to sick leave, workers find difficulty in securing the supervisor’s approval.

BPO employees are also deprived of socialization opportunities with family and friends. Dr. Prandya Kulkarni, who writes for United Press International Asia, adds that young BPO workers, who receive high salaries, do not have the maturity and emotional capability to handle their wealth. This “sudden wealth syndrome” has led to such high-risk behaviors as loose sexual practices, drug addictions and alcohol abuse.

Another alarming reality in the call center industry is the absence of unions. Unionism is covertly and overtly discouraged, if not forbidden. Foreign employees warn that if unions in call centers will be allowed, they will leave the Philippines. Workers’ contracts clearly stipulate that forming or joining a union is prohibited.

Such a repressive practice, Mr. Speaker, is a clear violation of the Philippine Labor Law, where it is stated that every worker has the right to form and join a union. Isn’t it ironic, Mr. Speaker, how our call center workers are rendered voiceless in a voice industry?

Habang inilalahad natin ang mga suliraning ito, habang inihahanda natin ang ating mga sarili sa pagtatapos ng araw na ito, magsisimula pa lamang ang araw ng libu-libo nating manggagawa sa call center. Nawa’y huwag dumating ang panahon na ang isasagot ng ating mga kabataan sa tanong na “What do you want to be when you grow up?” ay maging isang call center agent.

Anong klaseng mga mamamayan ang mahuhubog ng sistemang ito? Anong klase ng kaalaman ang ating ikikintal sa ating mga kabataan, na siyang mamumuno sa ating bayan? Paano nila paglilingkuran ang bayan kung ang tangi nilang alam ay tumugon sa daing ng mga dayuhan?

Nakakabahala, Mr. Speaker, ang kuwento ng isang manggagawa na tatlong taon nang nagtratrabaho sa call center. Ayon sa kaniya, “a plague is raging among the youth working in the call center industry” and that is apathy. Dagdag niya, nabubuhay ang mga call center agent sa isang mundong batbat ng kawalang-pakialam. Ang tangi nilang sinusunod ay ang dikta ng orasan, ang dikta ng makina. Tila hindi na sila kabahagi sa mga isyung panlipunan.

Sa kasalukyan, kinakaharap ng BPO industry ang kakulangan ng skilled workers, ng mga kabataang mahusay mag-Ingles. The government is now tinkering with the educational system to address the needs of the BPO industry. President Arroyo has mandated the use of English language as the medium of instruction in schools.

But such measures can only do so much to address employment problems in the country.

At the minimum, the government should ensure the implementation of our labor code, which aims to protect our workers and guarantee their right to organization and humane working conditions.

Call centers should respect our labor code. Bukod sa pagtuturo ng American accent, dapat ding ipaalam ng mga kumpanyang ito sa ating mga aplikante ang kanilang mga karapatan bilang empleyado.

Ngayong nauuso ang call centers, napapanahong bumuo tayo ng batas na magtitiyak sa kanilang mga karapatan. Sa kagyat, ito ang ating maiiambag sa libu-libong kabataang pinasok at balak pasukin ang BPO industry.

The government should not use the seemingly rosy statistics of the BPO sector to conclude that we have a strong economy. Ultimately, it is dangerous to exaggerate the importance of the BPO industry. The government should put more emphasis on propelling the domestic economy as a whole rather than making public institutions and laws serve the needs of BPO companies.

Thank you Mr. Speaker, distinguished colleagues.

Dear Callboi,

Kamusta? Medyo matagal tagal na kong nagbabasa ng blog mo. Kahit kami dito sa Support Team e libangan ang essays and stories mo pag masyado na kaming stressed at haggard sa maghapong pag-aasikaso ng demands ng Ops. (Joke lang)

Pero hindi tungkol sa Ops ang sulat ko. Hindi rin sa pagiging haggard or stressed. Tungkol sana ito sa puso. Wala kong masabihan dito sa team ko. Manager ako at malaking team ang hawak ko. Meron dito sa Manila, meron din sa Cebu. It may sound petty, but having a position in an organization may set certain parameters especially when it comes to feeling something for other people.

For the record: I'm gay.

I have been in APS for seven years now. But it is only now that I started feeling something special for someone in the office. It was only until I realize how cute and smart he is. Taga Support din siya, maliit, payat, bilugan ang mata at kulot. Higit sa lahat, swak na swak siya sa taste ko kasi "bumbayin!" Madami nang Bumbay sa atin, pero siya pa rin ang lagi kong gustong tingnan, kahit itsura lang nya ang mukhang bumbay. Everytime I see him, he reminds me that I too can still fall for someone. Everytime I look at him, he grows more attractive. Everytime I talk to him, he proves to be smarter than I the last time we talked.

Trouble is, I am currently committed. My boyfriend and I have been together since college. We already made our plans and are starting to build our dreams for the future. Pero lately, lagi na kaming nag-aaway. Malayo na kasi sa isa’t isa eh. Physically, sumusunod na ung “emotionally.” Also, may position ako sa'tin. Though I have been reading wild confessions about TM-agent, and/or Sup-agent liaisons in the office, I know deep inside that what I'm feeling right now can be really bad for our Teams..

Gusto ko siya. Hindi ko alam kung gusto n'ya ko, pero I haven't been feeling this way since I started dating like crazy back in college. Ikaw lang masasabihan ko nito (and of course your readers too!)

I'd appreciate if you could share a thought or two on this.

Un lang naman.

Desperately Seeking Joe
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Fulibooked

Dear Readers, as a special treat, I will be having our very first guest blogger for this entry: the one, the only, Ina Magenta.

- callboi -

Dear Fulibooked,

May boyfriend ka na kaya tigilan mo ang pakikipaglandian kung kani-kanino. Dapat masaya ka na sa kaniya. Kung hindi ka na masaya, kung kulang ang happiness na nararamdaman mo to make up for all the hassles of your relationship, eh di umalis ka na. Pero heto ang tatandaan mo, there is no such thing as a perfect relationship. Believe me. I KNOW.

Tungkol naman dito kay Boy Bumbay; sigurado ka bang may pwedeng mangyari sa inyo? Baka naman kaya malakas ang loob mong makipag-away sa current boyfriend mo eh dahil sa back-up plan mong maging boylalu si Boy Bumbay?

Walang masama kung manager ka at agent siya. Balita ko kay Buquir, uso naman yan sa office niyo. Tama ang hinala ko: uso ang imoralidad sa PeopleSupport. Otherwise, hindi magtatagal diyan si Buquir. Nakuwento sa akin ni Buquir ang tungkol sa mga managers na tulad ni A***** at A****. Hay naku, yang mga managers niyo ha, feeling pogi. Mukha namang taga-kanto. Next week, magpapasa na ako ng resume diyan. Mukhang magbo-bloom ang lola niyo diyan sa opisina niyo.

Seriously, try to work things out with your boyfriend. I'm sure mahal mo pa rin siya, otherwise, hindi ka mag-hesitate na pumatol kay Boy Bumbay.

Always remember, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. So hold on tight to your bird.

Rak en rol,

Ina Magenta
akosicallboi@gmail.com