Mission accomplished

Yesterday morning, my husband asked me to pay for our water. Since the supply in water here is different back home. They’re using a card here to check if you still have enough water supply. If not, you need to pay first and they will recharge it for you. I didn’t object to the idea that I will be the one who’s going to pay for it, since KK is busy with his work and I consider it as a challenge since only a few people here can understand and can speak English. So I went to the bank. He told me that I need to pay it in Agricultural bank here. I have been on the first bank that he said, but the Hall Manager told me that they’re not accepting payment for water. Actually, I didn’t talk to him. I just showed him the card and he said many words that I can’t understand and he’s pointing outside. So, before I faint inside the bank because of the garbled words that he’s saying, I went out thinking that maybe I’m in the wrong place.

So, I went to the second agricultural bank that I saw, it’s a bigger one compared to the 1st one that I’ve been. And luckily, there’s someone there who knows how to speak English. Wheeew! Thank God! I feel relieved. So, I asked her and she told me that the banks aren’t accepting payment for the water anymore and there’s a small office for the water payments now. And she did a map going to that place. Just across the first bank that I’ve been. Hmmmm, maybe that’s what the man trying to tell me.

I went inside the payment center and showed the card to the girl in the counter. And she asked me something and I just nod as if I understood every single word that she said and gave her the money. And she hand me the receipt on which I couldn’t also understand except for the numbers in it.

As soon as I get back home, I checked our water meter if they already recharged our water.

It was a nice experience at least not a traumatic one. A mission accomplished.

Names…

I was tagged by a friend, Arlene. Actually this is a late post, I should have posted it last week but I was busy deleting a bunch of spam messages. GRRRRR!!!!

This is all about writing your different names that was being called to you by a different people.

HERSY ANNE-

That’s my given name. My REAL name.

CHINKY-

Many people know in me in this name. An attending nurse when I was born gave that name. Kinda epal huh?! In our place, all the people thought that this is my real name.

HERSY-

My friends call me. Usually my School and work friends are the one calling me in this name.

MAHAL-

Hubby calls me this.

MOMMY-

My little angel calls me like this. And I really love the way she’s saying it.

CHINKYTITAY-

My Dad used to call me this when I was still in elementary. He’s using it to call me when he’s asking me to do something.

CHINKAY/ CHINKIKAY-

Some of my Aunts call me this. Especially if I’m doing kikay things.

CHINX

Some close and feeling close friends call me this.

SHAOLIN-

Some of my cousins call me this. I’m bald when I was a toddler.

ANNE-

Only our High School Principal called me in this name. When I was called in our Principal’s Office for some violation, our Principal can’t read my handwriting (which I did intentionally ) that ‘s why she called me in my 2^nd name.

HIRSY-

One officemate called me this before. She’s from Visayas Region. Do I still need to explain why?

ANTIPATIKA-

My Cyber name. And at times, I really am an antipatika.

YSREH-

My Multiply ID

CHOK/ TSOK-

My friend Erica H. used to call me this. Short for chocolate.

ERSING-

My friend Kaye says that when I grow old, my grandchildren will call me this.

And now I am tagging Andz, Erica, Abby and whoever wants to do this tag.