Monthly Archives: November 2011

Cebu Day 2 – Training

Cebu Day 2 - Training

With trainees for Colon Cebu branch

On my second day in Cebu, I woke up at 6am despite having slept so late last night. My lecture was scheduled to start at 9am so I just did “work from home” starting 7:30am. It was the time for me to answer calls, emails, SMS, and take care of other work-related things.

I arrived at the training area (Lapu-Lapu Branch) at 9am. Then we waited for the last trainee to arrive before I started my lecture. While waiting, the trainees and I got to know each other first. I gave a lecture on 2 topics the whole day. After which, they had a graded recitation on some of the topics they learned. So far, so good. Yey! 🙂

After the lecture, I observed them during their store training. In fairness, they are good. During a break from the rush of customers, I decided to take some pictures with them together with the current staff of Lapu-Lapu Branch.

Trainees with Branch Staff

Colon Cebu trainees with Lapu-Lapu branch staff

Colon Cebu trainees with Lapu-Lapu branch staff

Colon Cebu trainees with Lapu-Lapu branch staff

With Colon Cebu trainees

With Colon Cebu trainees

Mam Bel and I left the branch to meet with the franchisee of Colon Cebu. It was such an adventure going to our meeting place. We walked a lot and almost got lost. But at least, we were able to traverse new places. While commuting, I learned the following things:

  • Jeepneys have numbers to identify their routes.
  • When you ride a taxi, the drivers will give you the exact change and will always give a receipt. Not like in Manila where taxi drivers usually ask outright for additional 20 to 50 pesos and will never give you a receipt voluntarily.
  • When crossing the street, you have to brace yourself. Drivers do not show mercy nor respect for those on the pedestrian lanes. They would act as if they do not see you (Eek, scary!).
  • They have traffic too, like in Manila, but not that bad. Besides, you can always take the ferry if you want to go to the other side.
  • In the jeepney, when giving your payment to the driver, we say “Bayad po” in Tagalog. In Cebuano, they say “Palihog,” which means “Please.”
  • And when you’re going to alight, instead of saying “Para po” in Tagalog, say “Lugar lang.”
  • “Naa” means “meron” in Tagalog or “present” in English.

All that and more on my next entries. Anyway, we met at Banilad Town Center (BTC) and had dinner at Royal Krua Thai. I was not able to take pictures during the dinner-slash-meeting. Though I must say that I never knew Thai food tasted so good until I was able to try it for the first time tonight.

I was able to finally get a taste of Tom Yum soup. It was so delicious! It has the taste of coconut milk and it’s a little bit spicy and sour at the same time. It is indeed yummy and one of a kind. We also had  Thai Sotanghon, Crispy Pata, Binagoongan Rice, and Crispy Chili Prawns. I just wish I was able to take pictures for posterity’s sake.

What I really like about this restaurant is their good service. The staff are really attentive to the needs of the customers though it takes a while for the food to be served. I also like their pricing of the dishes on their menu. They are way cheaper than most Thai restaurants in Manila. And of course, they have really great tasting dishes on their menu. Plus, the ambiance is perfect! I really felt like I was having dinner in Thailand.

I am also surprised by the fact that their “hot” dishes were not so spicy after all. I was so hesitant to try Thai food before mainly because I was afraid that I might not appreciate it’s being hot and I might get an allergy attack from eating too many chilis. Surprisingly, the taste is great and the hotness of the chili is tolerable. I’m definitely going to try more Thai food later on.

If ever you’re going to Cebu, this place is definitely a must try. 🙂

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The English Plural

The English Plural

Photo Credit: Gettyimages

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes,
But the plural of ox becomes oxen, not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
Yet the plural of moose should never be meese.
You may find a lone mouse or a nest full of mice,
Yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.

If the plural of man is always called men,
Why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?
If I speak of my foot and show you my feet,
And I give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
Why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and there would be those,
Yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
And the plural of cat is cats, not cose.
We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
But though we say mother, we never say methren.
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
But imagine the feminine: she, shis and shim!

Let’s face it – English is a crazy language.
There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger;
Neither apple nor pine in pineapple.
English muffins weren’t invented in England.

We take English for granted, but if we explore its paradoxes,
We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square,
And a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.
And why is it that writers write, but fingers don’t fing,
Grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend?
If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them,
What do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught?
If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

Sometimes I think all the folks who grew up speaking English
Should be committed to an asylum for the verbally insane.
In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital?

We ship by truck but send cargo by ship…
We have noses that run and feet that smell.
We park in a driveway and drive in a parkway.
And how can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same,
While a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language
In which your house can burn up as it burns down,
In which you fill in a form by filling it out,
And in which an alarm goes off by going on.
And in closing…

If Father is Pop, how come Mother’s not Mop?