One more time UCPB

In an earlier post, I wrote about how customer service sucks at UCPB-San Miguel branch. A few months after having blogged about it, a bank officer called me up and apologized. So it was forgotten already but what's definitely good about it is that there is now a change to how they process over the counter withdrawal concerning accounts opened at other branches and withdrawn from another.  I haven't actually gone back to UCPB-San Miguel since UCPB-shangrila is more convenient for me now. 

When I went to UCPB-Shangrila to make an over the counter withdrawal, it took me less than 15 minutes less when there's fewer people. Apparently, they already view signatures online and only asks for two valid identification cards and presto you get what you came for. They did away with faxing the withdrawal slip to your branch to verify the signature or waiting for the confirmation to be faxed back. Major major improvement in processing time! And by the way, the tellers are more approachable in a way that they don't look too pretty, too made up  or too snobbish that intimadates you from asking questions about your account. Well, it matters to me that tellers should be approachable! They hardly serve with a smile but as long as they are polite and attends to my needs immediately, that's enough for me.

There's just one thing that noticed my attention though: last week when i went there, an old lady asked the UCPB guard his name before going out. Apparently, the lady got miffed because the guard has a habit of looking over the shoulder of customers filling out forms.  Guards should really not do that even when their intention is to be available just in case the customers need help.  Keep a respectful distance. Customers will ask if and when they need help.

So anyway, I am more than satisfied with how UCPB-Shangrila serves.

Fear Factor

I really could do more things if I am not held back by fear.  I could go explore new places,  bring visiting love ones to tourist destinations.  As it is, my fear of getting lost or violating traffic laws has limited me to go to familiar places.  I really should fight fear else it will dominate me in every aspect of my life.  And that is not the way to live life.

Rebond experience at Freshaire

June 24, 2011

The sporadic rain brought about by tropical storm Falcon brought down my office building's main circuit breaker and so we did not have power.  We also did not subscribe to the generator's service so we  really can't do anything.  As I was the only one who went in early, i texted my officemates and my boss kindly replied that I should go home anymore since nobody really intended to work that day.  Typhoon tends to make everyone lazy.

And so this could be the oppurtunity to have my hair done, as in rebond.  Rebonding takes at least 5 hours and the mall was still closed so i had breakfast at Jollibee.  Better to put food in my tummy first, there's no telling what time I would have lunch. So I had this:

The only question i asked the hairdresser was if the products they are using was free of formaldehyde.  They said only Loreal is free of that and so I went with that.

I should have posted a before and after photo no? I will have to find two in my chest of photos and post it in here.  The attendant(forgot the name again since this post was several days late) was really nice and very thorough with her services.  Nice one.

Marciano Lagria aka Lolo Anoy

I am not a direct descendant. Lolo Anoy as he was fondly called was the older brother of my paternal grandmother.  He was a handsome man but more than that he was a good man. He brought up very fine daughters, women i admired even when it's at a distance. When I think of him, I think of happier times because every time I see him it was always in Bohol where for me was always where my childhood vacations were spent. In fact when my grandparents were alive, he would always come by our house and just chat a bit with my Lola or when Yaya Ladie was sick , i remembered he would go into Yaya's room and ask how she was doing and comfort her. He never did talk to me for long, it was just pangumusta.  But I value those snippets of conversation and memories because i felt I belonged to a bigger family.  It was always comforting to have grandparents, at least in my experience.

When my Lola Bene' and Lolo Juan and Yaya Ladie was still alive, I still can feel the filial bond that ties me with Bohol.  I still feel it now although not as much as it was before. Somehow over the years, and the passing of these three people whom i love has diminished my affinity for Bohol.  Because the happiest parts of my childhood, the vacation parts were spent almost always with them, in Bohol. It's a sad thing really because I still know some people back there and they are my extended family, one way or another. And now Lolo Anoy is gone also.  So at least for me an era was gone with his passing. Wala nay katigulangan sa Bohol.

Rest in Peace Lolo Anoy..

Body Aches and what have you's

I don't really know what is happening with my body.  Is this a reaction because of a loveone going away ? I am neurotic that way. Perhaps the parting is causing these aches in my body that somehow i just feel now or perhaps it's only now that i have allowed myself to feel it.

It has been a long time since i have exercised. Or even danced. Seriously, i need to have activity aside from walking. I also need to lose at least five pounds.  I also need to be healed of my hyperacidity. So what should I do? I seemed to have pulled it off before, losing weight to just being 105 pounds.  I lost appetite but I do not want to become that person who was always afraid of what was happening with my body and thinking about diseases that was not there.

I am not getting any younger and I truly would like to look up to Jeniffer Aniston and all other gals who are fabulous at forty. And one thing that they have been doing is taking good care of their body by exercising. Hmnn, so am going to do that. And controlling what i eat or rather portions.  But right about now, all i can think about is how delicious it would be to eat a bananacue.  O self-control, where art thou?