Bowing Out Gracefully.

This is probably one of my most long overdue posts which I think is perfect enough to be written as the year comes to an end. (Maybe you can also blame me for not knowing where I left my laptop the other night. I'm actually typing all of this in someone else's laptop. Which, btw, I absolutely hate.) There's really nothing special about this post. It's basically a summary of all the things I've learned, and still trying to learn, for this year.


And now I don't know where to start. A lot has happened this year. Really. Maybe I'll start with the small stuff, eh?


Err... I can't think of anything small. I think everything has been a major thing in my life this year. Maybe because it was all a new chapter. You see, it's really a huge step for me to leave school and start working. Feels grown-uppy, but deep inside, I can't seem to grow up yet. Anyway, I'll just make a list of whatever it is I've learned.

• Anyone superior (professors, managers, officers, crappy government employees) is just plain unfair.
• "When in doubt, ask questions"
• You are more blessed than unfortunate, if you just look at things in a much bigger picture.
• Life, in general, is unfair.
• HR people are kind. Period.
• No matter how much you want something, if it just wasn't meant to be, IT'S NEVER GONNA HAPPEN.
• The perfect time to relax is when you don't have time for it.
• There are really guys who fake a future just to get what they want in the present.
• An army of girlfriends is sooo much better than dealing with one boyfriend who can't treat you with respect.
• Some people just won't grow up, even in the workplace.
• Ohana.
• Nothing can ever be kept in the dark.
• Some people would do just about anything just to get their 15 minutes of fame.
• Facebook, Multiply, and all the other social networks out there help in keeping communication and relationships alive, but there's more to that.
• When about to get drunk, keep all things valuable in a safe place, and be sure to get drunk only with people you trust, and by that, friends who will take you home safely.
• Play with kids to help you relax.
• There are a lot of good single guys out there so stay away from the taken ones. (And taken guys, please stay away from single girls who are trying hard to snag a single guy. So stop pretending you're single.)
• When shopping on a budget, always use the 28-day rule.
• Impulse buying is allowed in bazaars. (And bazaars only. And for a certain amount too.)
• Caffeine is good, but not always.
• Try new stuff everyday. Specially food. There's a lot of surprises in food.
• Alcohol is always good with friends.
• When alone and need comforting and no one is around, watch TV series. Sometimes the best pick-me-up lines are said there.
• Wear clothes to please yourself and not other girls. Trust me, you might just start a trend. ;-)
• Always remind yourself these words: You are beautiful, inside and out.
• Growing up is such a hard thing to do.
• Strangers give out very nice blessings. Seriously.
• Cats are very cuddly pets. And they make nice alarm clocks too.
• The world is really really small.
• Never stop learning, because there are more things to learn beyond this list.

...there. What has been, in general, for my life in 2009. ;-)

What have you learned so far? :-)

Monday Rush.

 Wake up here I go, cram it all down my throat, stomach so full, that I wish I could choke, 7am my head's already in a spin. - Simple Song, Miley Cyrus

Woohoo!

Okay, I'm done with today's entry. Kidding.

Honestly, I did not expect my Monday to be like this. Except for the choir duty part, everything else is not the same. First off, I was in the middle of this pointless argument last night, which I do not want to further discuss here anymore. Second, I am this close to falling asleep on my office desk as I only got less than two hours of sleep last night this morning prior to the Misa de Gallo. Bottom line, I am nowhere near sane. Let's talk later. But before later, here comes the third thing. Brittany Murphy died.

You read it right. The Just Married star I adored back then is now gone. What is happening with Hollywood? Anyway, I first read about it on Facebook. I think a couple of my friends had it on their status messages. (You know, the RIP _ drill. Sometimes Facebook is a great headline carrier.) But since I am running late for work (despite getting ready really really early), I decided to google the news when I got to the office.

I think I am now dependent on Yahoo!'s OMG site when it comes to stuff like this.

Since this is a sort of incomplete news, OMG credited TMZ.com as the rightful source of the news. Which apparently, is still giving updates on the said shocking headline, that Murphy died of cardiac arrest, and her husband does not want any autopsy. (Foul play perhaps? Only tests will tell. Which by the way takes about six weeks.) Pfft.

So while I was clicking away on my poor beaten up mouse, my attention was caught by Yahoo's tiny ads. Did you know that Yahoo Messenger now has v. 10? :-)

 
As usual, there isn't really that much difference with v. 9 but hey, if it's free upgrade, I'd take it any given day. ;-) Check out the latest version of Yahoo Messenger here.

So basically, I am just someone who is bored, who got poured down with a lot information for an early Monday morning. ;-)

Of Domain Hunting, Blog Consolidation and What-nots.

Oh-kay.

I've been lurking around i.ph for quite some time now and I am seriously considering it. Not that I'm bored here or in Tabulas or Multiply or with all my other accounts but I think i.ph is much more organized to me. Or maybe the blogs I view there.

I don't really give crap about domains and web hosting but I think it would be cool to have a really really short domain name (me.i.ph is probably lame right now, but i.ph makes everything really easy to remember.) I actually considered getting my own domain name months ago but with the rate of my writer's block going up combined with my stress level continuously getting out of control, I don't think I'm ready to shell out that much for my own domain name and host my own blogsite. So I'm considering i.ph.

Any advice, comment, opinion, or even violent reaction is appreciated. I'll be needing all the help I can get, if I want to keep considering my writing as a career. ;-)

Chikka Minute.

As waited for the rest of the Yahoo site to load (yes, that's how slow the stupid Sun broadband connection is), a showbiz headline made my jaw drop and my eyes bigger.

In case you can't read it, the headline reads Jonas Brother marries in snowstorm.

Yep. You read it right. Kevin Jonas got hitced to Danielle Deleasa. Seriously. I didn't even know he was engaged! Joe and Nick were both his best men. (At least Joe's still free ladies! LOL)

And if getting married in the middle of a blizzard was not enough, the wedding had a whopping 400 guests. Woohoo! And the wedding planner was Michael Russo, and Danielle's gown is of Vera Wang's. Double woohoo!

Anyhoo, I should get going. Just thought I would share news about the *hottest* boy band of the year, in the eyes of Disney fanatics anyway.

For the rest of the story, hop on to OMG Yahoo's site here.


The Jonas Brothers singer, 22, married his longtime girlfriend Danielle Deleasa Saturday in Long Island, New York, Usmagazine.com has confirmed.  - http://omg.yahoo.com/news/kevin-jonas-gets-hitched

S. O. S.

I remember those days when me and my friends would just stay up late, talk, pig out, watch tv, and play Monopoly til like 2 or 4 in the morning. I don't remember what we talked about because we talked about anything that could possibly in anyone's mind.

What I really remember about those times was that whenever we played Monopoly, which by the way would run for hours, I was excited to get in jail. Why? Because that would mean I'd get to have a break. I can either go back to texting whoever was still up then, or I could catch up on the tv show we were supposedly tuned in. And I get a bathroom break without disrupting the flow of the game. :-P

That go to jail mishap is what I need right now. I think.

I am tired of thinking. I have way too much on my mind right now, none of which I want to talk about, because I am just that much tired of thinking, worrying, stressing. I'd like to be sent to my own jail. Take a break.

I don't want to blame anything in my life right now for being this stressed.

*You know what just happened? I typed random words which I thought was still under the subject which I then realized that it doesn't make sense and I just pressed the backspace button like ten times to make sure I typed this sentence right.*

I don't want to stop from writing. It is my escape, my happiness, my refuge, my comfort zone. It is where my locked-up thoughts are set free. It is why in those early hours of the day you can find me sane and decent enough to talk to.

But, as someone said so last night, "You have a lot on your mind to write." True enough. I don't even know how to get my tangled brain cells untangled. If you could get inside my brain, you'd be lost within five seconds. Because I know I am right now.

And I will be honest. I need help.

Hillariously Stressed.

Fine. I am bored. So off I go clicking on my StumbleUpon toolbar.

After a couple of clicks I think I landed on this mind trick page and because I am bored, I tried it out. It says that if I give this certain answer, I am normal or most likely think the same as all the other 98% out there.

So I tried, I thought, I didn't quite get things right. Hahaha. Anyway, before I tell my answer, here's the trick:

Have you ever wondered if your mind is normal? Well, do this little mind exercise and find out ---- Free will or synaptic wiring? You be the judge.
Check out the following exercise, guaranteed to raise an eyebrow. There's no trick or surprise. Just follow these instructions, and answer the questions one at a time and as quickly as you can. Again, as quickly as you can but don't advance until you've done each of them...really.
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Honestly, I am not normal. And I'm pretty sure. Not because I did not answer carrot, but I know very well that apple is not a vegetable yet I said apple.

Either I'm just stressed out or I'm freaking screwed right now. LOL. ;-)

One Night Only.

THE SHOPWISE CRAZY NIGHT SALE!

Yep. You read it right.

10% OFF on all grocery and fresh items.

20% OFF on everything else*

*Except appliances, milk produce, rice, cigarettes.

From Dec. 15, 2009 10pm to Dec. 16, 2009 2am.

Am going out later to Shopwise Alabang. Care to join? ;-)

All I Want For Christmas Is You.

Woohoo!

Night temperature in Alabang has once again hit 26 degrees. This only means one thing: Christmas is just around the corner. :-)

Anyhoo, I was told a week ago that exchange gifts would happen. For my Gaudete friends, they imposed the Php150 budget. We'll pick out names on Sunday. *Insert excited music here* I can't wait. Really. I mean, I've been living in this subdivision for more than a decade, and it is only now that I found time to mingle and have fun singing with these people. (Except probably for Zyena who I used to sing with before, but we both took our own time for breaks. Oh well, we're back, and this is sooo fun.)

So basically, the reason why I've been procrastinating again on writing, is because I have been searching all over for stuff that I want for Php150. Really. It's not that I can't make up my mind between stuff, it's more like I don't know what I want. And I'm serious.

I hate to admit it. I don't know what I want. Literally and figuratively. Although I do know what I want to have in five years. The irony of my quarter life crisis. *Insert emo music here haha* And now I am being transported back to Richard Gere's Shall We Dance scene where he was asked what he wants… that comes in a box.

I feel for him. Php150 is a pretty good amount to for a nice Christmas present. Why oh why, can't I think of anything that I want? I'm guessing I want something bigger. But since Monique and I are imposing the expenses challenge, I think I've grown to break the habit of wanting too much things, much more things that I don't really need. I know, there's a lot of things out there that I might need and not know it but I seriously can't think of anything. I'm actually at the point where I am asking people who know me what would be a nice gift. (And surprisingly, my mom asked me too what I want for Christmas. We are this clueless.) Could it be that I already have everything that I need and want? Oh well. As pathetic as it may sound, I asked random people, and thankfully, here's what I got (And at this point, I learned there's about two more exchange gift thing I have to hand out a wishlist for.):

• USB Mouse (Cd-R King sells them techie stuff cheap, I think this really fits.)
• Purple or Black Reva thong slippers/sandals (I think these are Php200/pair.)
• Half a roll of Brazo de Mercedes from Shopwise (Seriously, they make the perfect Brazo de Mercedes for me. And at a flat Php150 at that.)
• A bottle of VO5 - Lavender
• Tickets for the Manila run of RENT (Now I think I'm going over board. But this doesn't really count. It doesn't come in a box! Hah!)
• Grande Vanilla Frappe

I can't think of anything else, and that's all I can consider from all the suggestions I got. And oh. I'm hearing out JR's suggestion:

• A bottle of Gilbey's Premium Vodka (Which we will basically use for our New Year flaming shots. )

Now I think I'm happy with my list. I'm really really easy to please. Just don't ask me what I want because then, it would be hard to please me as I can't figure out what I want.

So what do you want for Christmas that comes in a box? ;-)

Busy Bee.

I think I need an assistant.

Or maybe not. I think I just need more time.

And an inspiration.

Writer's Block.

When I was getting dressed this morning, I had a lot of thoughts in my mind. Sensible, intellectual, blog-worthy thoughts. I can't believe three hours later they have all flown out the window. I don't know where they went, my mind is definitely empty right now, and is being forced to think what to write.

I may still be on writer's block. I am slipping, my so-called talent is now fading away. (And to think some people want to have this gift, or whatever you call it.)

Anyway, days ago I mentioned people are getting bored with Facebook, and that I joined Tumblr.

For me Tumblr is just a sophisticated version of Twitter. And no, I don't have Twitter. Because I don't have that much time to Tweet and share to the rest of the world my thoughts on a one-liner basis. But on second thought, I might consider Tweeting as to challenge myself into creating decent updates limited to one line. Maybe next week.

So going back to my Tumblr. I'm actually enjoying it. Posting on-the-spot is fun. And it does make sense even if I don't include any descriptions or text whatsoever. And seeing a lot of people share this huge number of pictures, links, quotes and what-nots in the site is overwhelming. I think I'm following 16 people and I get about 3 to 5 updates every couple of minutes. And I have the option to reblog their posts, without being branded as a copycat because they're automatically credited. :-)

But as much as I am enjoying it, I suddenly came to realize that reblogging is starting to annoy me for a couple of reasons. First, I find it annoying because of people like this friend of mine who keeps reblogging of what I think is all the updates that she gets every minute. (Seriously girl, don't you have a life? Post at least a couple of original pictures or words. It'll help increase your Tumblarity more.) And second, the reblog option is my writer's block's escape. I think I'm becoming dependent on it. I think I was alarmed earlier when I saw that my activities were 60% more of reblogs than originals. (And for someone like me who's OC with being unique, that kills.)

Which, I think, is a good thing. Because I was able to reflect on it, hence seeking refuge in my blog to coming up with something original, a post that was really conjured from my little mind. But honestly, I am loving Tumblr. Really. I'm betting my allowance for today that I will be reblogging again after this is done. But I guess I just have to post stuff which the other 2,426,114 publishers haven't posted yet.

Twenty minutes ago, I scrambled up my brain to recall whatever was on my mind this morning. Now, I have a wordy entry. Maybe at some point, I just have to be honest with myself that I am just procrastinating.

And oh. If you're up for it, follow me on Tumblr. :-)

Seeking Help.

I need HR numbers. Badly.

Preferably of companies with a lot of vacancies.

Nope. It's not for me. It's for this job fair I am organizing for next year. Please drop me a line here. Thanks. :-)

Mourning out.

No, please, not tonight.

I don't know how to pull myself together and get over the fact that he's gone.

I can't think straight and my mind is completely wandering that it will be impossible for me to write something of sense here. So again, I am plagiarizing myself. :-(

I know this will seem awfully shallow to you, but however I put it, it still depresses me.

McDreamy

B. 17 April 2009

D. 7 December 2009

 

Just Keep Swimming, Swimming, Swimming.

I think my brain was too shaken up this morning when I had one of the earliest intellectual discussions over a long period of time. In Facebook.

But isn't that the whole point of Facebook and all the other social networking sites out there that came around like mushrooms and disappeared like sand castles in the beach when it's time for the high tide? And that is basically the reason why I am blogging right now, instead of taking my noontime nap.

My college blockmate, Carol, is starting to get bored with Facebook. (Isn't everyone else?) Someone pointed out that maybe we need new apps to play with, to which Carol disagreed. I think she is right. Out of the 193 application invitations in my account, I think they all had the same concept of wasting your time to level up.

While they were at the peak of their discussion, I pointed out that my social networking accounts have a shelf life of about three years, and then they die. Why three? I'm basically a year or two ahead of everyone else in the social networking world that by the time half of my friends join the bandwagon, I'm done with it.

It's either I get bored, or everyone else is just copying this or that person's profile gimmicks just to get the same amount of traffic on their page.

Anyhoo, today I tried out Tumblr. As you can see, I am not the first to try it. Haha. Maybe I'm just looking for an escape. I heard Friendster is slowly becoming a Facebook clone. I wouldn't know, I don't check my account there anymore. As for my Multiply, I don't know. It has fallen a few ranks below Facebook as I figured out that most people there are just selling stuff. I can only find a handful of sites worthy of checking out. (And since I still haven't taken my hard disk from the desktop, I am left with nothing to upload, except recent pictures.)

Sigh.

I always thought I will never get bored with Facebook. But now that Friendster is just a a mere copycat and that my friends are starting to get bored with it, I think it's time I find a new networking site. Just to liven things up.

And no. I will not delete or cancel any of my accounts. Because backing them up in my system and reading them offline is just not the same as reading what has been on your mind in the past, along with the other 4 billion people online.

On Listening.

One question.

That always starts up any conversation, be it a good one or a not-so-good one. You ask, perhaps because you're interested in learning about the other's thoughts, or you just want to kill your curiosity and move on with getting some sleep. Now I don't know if you were really interested or you were just being nice in putting up with my need to yap away hence the long conversation, but the bottom line is, I appreciate you listening. Even if you just pretended sometimes, because I like it that you wanted to know something from me.

Oh well. I am quite lazy right now to do some writing (or maybe I had entertained once again writer's block's calling), so I guess I'll just cheat on posting an entry by plagiarizing my personal blog.

You know how much I love (or is it loved?) talking in the middle of the night but right now I think it's my turn to ask you...

What's on your mind?

Because I Want To.

I'm caving in.

Even if I'm still sick.

Even if he is not in the mood.

Even if my wallet is this close to hitting rock bottom.

I'm still going out.

Poison.

After almost a week since the last drinking spree my friends and I had, I think I am coming to my senses why I am sick until now.

You see, Nica dubbed me as the official bartender in our group. (Which I think is really appropriate since I am the one who owns the mobile bar.) Anyway, during JR's last birthday, I made Bacardi Classic for us. It was such a hit that Nica wanted the same thing for her birthday too. Unfortunately, a couple of nights before her own party, she was amazed when I showed her my infamous flaming Kamikazee, thus scratching out the Bacardi Classic on her party. And therefore the unopened bottle was becoming lonely in their kitchen so she called us up Monday to continue her celebration, and to give Wilma a chance in on her little shindig.

As much as fun would have it, little did I know that my bartending skills were a little out of control that night. Seriously. I thinked I poured in too much Bacardi in the mix. And on top of that, I allowed a simultaneous shot circus to happen.

I have no idea what came into me when I took Nica's dad's suggestion of drinking shots together. When we drink, it's the usual shot glass carousel. But not that night. Wilma loved the idea so much that we had a more than a dozen shots in a span of an hour and a half. (Well, three for Em since she gives up easily during drinking sprees.) More than a dozen (I lost count), and Wilma and I were down. Haha! As we ran out of drinks, we ended up like this:

and this:

 If you're curious, I'd like to share the cocktail recipe here. It's the original Bacardi Classic recipe from way back, but of course, my mobile bar, Trix & Nix, has its own version that we aptly call GG, which we do not serve in a cocktail glass. ;-) Oh well, I'd share more on that next time. Here's Bacardi Classic, along with a little more information about the drink, and hope you have a good time drinking it. I know I did. ;-)

Only Bacardi rum should be used to make this drink. In 1936, a temporary injunction to restrain a New York hotel and restaurant from selling Bacardi cocktails unless they contained Bacardi rum was denied. The company then won a permanent injunction at the New York Supreme Court later that year.

Ingredients:

1 2/3 oz / 5 cl Bacardi white rum

1 oz / 3 cl fresh lime juice

1 teaspoon grenadine

Pour all ingredients into a shaker with ice. Shake.

Strain into a cocktail glass.

Garnish with a cherry on a cocktail stick across the glass.

Serves 1.

Cheers! :-)

Hear Ye, Hear Ye.

Finally, after months of living with a deteriorating night vision, I gave in and got my eyes checked last night.

And so my moment of truth lasted roughly about fifteen minutes, which resulted to me having astigmatism. :-( Goodbye 20-20, and hello 50-25. :-(

On the bright side, the doctor said I don't have to wear glasses. It will all be up to me. :-) She also noted that I should get eight hours of sleep every night if I want an almost perfect vision. There's still hope for me!

 But still, this is adding to my depression. For me, it means I am getting old that my eyes are giving up on me. :-(


Anyhoo. On a positive note, mommy told me my cat finally knows his name. He finally responds when you call out his name, instead of getting a snobbish head turn. And oh. He likes chewing on my Jack Skelington slippers. Poor Jack. :-(


Oh-kay. My vision is letting me down again. So I think I need to wrap this up (plus, I've been staring at my laptop since 9 in the morning, which btw is at an arm's length away from me). And oh, I think I saw a drop of blood on my nose. :-(

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CHEERS! :D

I Give Up.

After I don't know how many months, my body succumbed to illlness, therefore forcing me to miss work today and a probable date tonight, which took more than five months before it was finalized.

Bwisit.

On Being Meredith Grey.

Actually, quizzes and personality tests point me in the direction of Izzie.

Oh well. I'm Meredith again tonight.



You see, I have this bad habit of drinking getting drunk the night before work. The first time I did this was during my grad-slash-birthday party. I'm serious, I didn't know I would be getting interviewed for my first job the next day.


The second time would probably be before I handed out my first (out of five) resignation attempt. I think that helped bring up enough courage for me to type in my e-mail notice. Which basically resulted to being called in my boss's office, wherein he told me that I e-mailed him a threatening letter. (Until now I don't get how it became threatening so don't ask.)


I could not remember the other times I was intoxicated the night before work but I remember the last time was during my friend's birthday. I don't know if it's because of my love for him that I allowed myself to bartend on such short notice, or I just wanted to get drunk so badly. I choose the latter as I've been getting depressed more and more lately. (Oh stress, thank you for giving me excuses to get drunk. Come on, seven straight working days IS enough reason to get drunk right?)


Anyhoo. Today, I believe is not my fault. I woke up at noon because my stupid cat kept on walking on me just so I would wake up and scoot and give him space to sleep on my bed, when I got a message from Nica that she has these left-over bottles of alcohol from her party last weekend that we have to finish off. (Hay nako, so not my fault. I never told her to buy more than the three bottles required for her flaming shots.) The kid enjoyed mixing drinks as much as I do, so who am I to say no to her request? (And she just lives two houses up the street. How can I refuse her invitation?)



And that is basically the reason why I have this big rush of thoughts in my head and I was able to type seven paragraphs in four minutes. (There goes the creative juices Ms. Sam was talking about.) And I'm guessing that tonight will also be the reason why I will be late again for work tomorrow. I also have this huge feeling that I will be spending lunch break on the office couch, sleeping.


On the bright side, I can honestly say I am not drunk. Because I am writing cohesively, AND I did not erase too much on this entry. Although I am guilty of puking in Nica's bathroom tonight. (The first ever in the history of our drinking lives.) And on top of that, I puked again when I got home. (Now this is starting to bother me. How powerful was my concoction that I made Wilma and myself puke? I'm not counting Em. She always blows up every session anyway.)


It's been more than an hour since the last shot of Bacardi cocktail I downed. I think I am sober, or sleepy, now, and practically with an empty stomach. I can taste the banana leaf of the puto bumbong I had during dinner. I had already bid goodbye to the Andok's chicken we had for pulutan two hours ago, and I'm now starting to crave for a bowl of Lucky Me beef mami.


But then, I am much more sleepy than hungry. Maybe I'll just eat breakfast when I wake up.

Walking on Sunshine.

Apparently, fuzzy and cute stuff make my day.

Say hello to Jack. Wala lang. :-)

On The Rocks.

Dear Blog,

I'm sorry.

I know I should be writing more often. I don't know if it's because of the countless things I have to be doing these days, or *gulp* I'm just too lazy to squeeze out words I need to tell you. Either way, I know I've neglected you and I must make it up asap. I can't believe this is happening. Really. I hope you understand. It's not you, it's me; I'm not making that much effort to keep my word that I'll be telling you things everyday.

But I hope you'd still hear me out. I was not able to write to you these past few days because I was too hung up on shopping at Cuenca.Twice. With Monique.

*Oh please don't be jealous.* You see, this is the biggest bazaar in the south, and you know me, as an impulse buyer, this is like the Mecca of southern bazaaristas. 

Don't worry, I did not over spend, in fact, I stayed in the budget. *Aren't you proud of me?*

And speaking of spending, Monique and I decided to have the expenses challenge. 

Yes, blog, aside from my 28-day-rule (which is lifted up during bazaars), I accepted the expenses challenge. This will basically measure how much my lifestyle costs outside the daily allowance for food and transportation. *Can you imagine Monique branded my haircuts and mani-pedis as luxuries? I have yet to ask her if my bills are exempted too.* Which I think will keep me stuck in the house ergo hopefully give me more time to focus on us. *Unless she calls net connection, prepaid load, and phone bills as luxuries. :-(*


Oh. I also went to Nica's debut last Saturday night. 

The first one in like two or three years. Gahd, I'm getting old. *Is it too pathetic of me to be depressed of getting old?* Anyway, it was really fun. I got to hang out with my childhood friends. I taught them how to bartend, basically making Nica's flaming shots. It was the quickest lesson I taught (of which I am not really familiar with) because I have to do impromptu hosting. *Oh no, Blog, don't be mad or jealous. I'm not shifting from writing to talking...* Although I really want my own radio talkshow... AND! I didn't drink alcohol the whole night.

Promise. *Oh, I took the party pictures from Pao's FB.*


No you didn't just read that. I will keep on writing. And look, I've been really productive. I did the bridal fair last weekend 

*I owe you the details, don't I?*, then I dropped by my college to sponsor the college foundation day sometime this week too. 

And well, I am also stuck in the office doing my day job. *I will do some decorating next week for Christmas. :-)*

You know how important my job is to me, right?


I have a lot more to tell you. Please don't take this week against me. Let's just put it this way, shall we? The more that there's stuff going on in my life means me writing more to you. Fun, isn't it? You'll be hearing more from me soon. Even if it takes this long for me to tell you everything. Even if I have to write twice in a day. Just for you to be updated with my life, I will write.



Because that's really the reason why we're together right? *I hope you really understand, explaining to you is kind of hard, I didn't know where to start.*


Anyway, it's getting late. I got to get some sleep, and we'll catch up when I wake up. Ok? :-)




Love,


Patricia :-)






PS. Please don't be too overwhelmed when my entries pile on top of one another, and multiply or facebook will always be linked. I just have that much to tell you. :-)

Round Two.

I got my planner two days ago. Haha. With the help of Monique. Which is why she is holding my planner hostage lest I hand her her own This Journal Will Actually Change Someone's Life 2010 planner this Christmas. Haha.

Anyway, for the love of coffee, I am guilty of drowning in caffeine again and collecting the stickers. I don't know if I can still drink more than a dozen cups but I am definitely sure that I want coffee. Even if it will cost me 400 calories per drink. :-(

Oh well. Anyone who wants my stickers, or perhaps the new planner, drop me a line. :-)

Patty - 1, Starbucks - 0. :-D

Fotoefek

Remember those internet image generators some time last year or the previous year before that wherein you upload your picture then just like magic your face is up on a New York billboard or has replaced Mona Lisa's understanding of a smile?

Well they're back.

Fotoefek.com (although I'm not sure if it's maintained by the same web masters), works the same. Upload your picture and voila, your face is then plastered onto some New Moon movie poster. Way to go for catching up on the bandwagon.

Oh well. I was so curious how my vampire shot would go with the movie poster so I clicked away and made my own New Moon poster.

I choose Team Patty, which as of now, should be halfway through encoding. :-P

It's About Wanting What You've Got.

One quick post before bed.

I really really like it when a guy kisses me when I'm in the middle of stressing myself out just to make me stop and hopefully make things ok.

Even if he is the reason why I'm really really stressed at the moment. :-)

Choo.

Thanksgiving is not really celebrated locally, so I'll just find a way to celebrate on my own by going back to the university this afternoon to witness the 7th foundation day of the College of Management and Entrepreneurship. Wooot! Anyhow, looking back on what I've written/been through lately and for the rest of the year, I think I have a lot to be thankful for.

There's the good job experience I gained in the past six months, loving people around me, friends who care no matter what, the good times that liven up each day, and a lot of mistakes that taught me lessons. I'd probably be thankful for the Starbucks stranger last week, because I might get my planner later this afternoon. And oh, I'm also thankful because today, the sleepless nights I had designing and layouting our flyers and calling cards finally paid off. Someone actually called. And yes, I am also thankful for Monique reminding me to pay my cellphone bill yesterday to save my line from being disconnected.

I have a lot of other things to be thankful for. As I've said, I am blessed. And I still am being blessed. A lot. For reasons I don't know, in ways I never expected. I may not stop thanking my great Giver up there for everything I am getting right now, because I appreciate every single thing that came in my life no matter how small. But right now, I really have to put thanking on hold because I need to get going to arrive on time in school. :-)

What are you thankful for? :-)

20/20

Is it just me or is the whole world going blind?

I went to National Bookstore this evening to buy some supplies for this thing Monique and I have for tomorrow, or later, if you look at the time. Cost cutting much, I picked the cheapest whatever I could find. Basically my total shopping costs about a hundred pesos. Imagine how shocked I was to see my total bill at the cashier amounting to Php324.00. I think I stared at it for a minute before I told the saleslady that maybe she punched in the wrong item.

Which, to my relief, is true. She apologized and my bill was revised to a measly Php95.50. It was then I realized how important even one number is in a bar code. It just changes everything.

Anyhow, moving on, I met up with Monique after the National Bookstore incident. We are actually discussing plans for later. And somewhere towards the end of the discussion, Amber Pavillion came into the picture and blahblahblah, we had a lot of comments.

Now, as I was checking my Facebook account and playing with some applications, I thought for awhile there that I read "Amber" as one of the options. I looked again and saw that it was "Another." (Hindi ito kabitteran ha haha!)

Should I get my eyes checked?

Hello Baby.

I was supposed to write about a post-bridal fair experience on how my favorite wedding photographer won again the photo contest. But I guess sappy love songs playing over and over on my laptop is forcing my brain to conjure words that talks about giddy feelings and, well, sappy love songs.


To cut everything short, my ex-crush invited me for Saturday. To his son's baptism. Nice noh?


Oh well. Before I last saw him, he showed me his baby's pictures, and OMG (take note of the capitalized font) he was so adorable! Really. I wanted to see the baby since then. So now I don't know if I'm going on Saturday. Not that I'm bitter or anything, it's just that it will be held in Laguna, and I already have a commitment for Saturday night. Hmm...


Moving on, (which means I will think about that later seriously,) I am still on Melomanila hangover. Remember my Mio night last week? Their cd is still stuck in my player and still playing on and on and on. And just this weekend I met Jessica and TJ again, and for the nth time, I heard their songs again, and I got another cd. (Which is by the way packaged in a very nice cover. Will take a picture later. I'm quite busy now. Haha.)


Anyway, part of my job today includes informing our winners last weekend on how to claim their prizes. One couple actually won a personalized song to be composed and sung by Melomanila. (I so want that prize. Much more than the Pearl Farm thing. :-P How cool is it to have your very own personalized wedding theme song right?) So I informed the bride-to-be, who was quite hesitant on claiming her prize. An hour after she learned she won, she called me back.


Yung Melomanila ba talaga ang gagawa ng kanta? As in gagawan nila kami ng kanta? Sila din yung kakanta?


Oh yes, mam, they're dead serious that they will. :-)


So I explained who Melomanila is (and how great singers they are of course.) And I can imagine her jaw dropping when I told her the 411 on Melomanila. I guess she was still in shock because she repeated the same questions she asked earlier. And by this time I can actually hear a smile from her end of the line, because I think she finally absorbed that she was given one of the most beautiful wedding gifts ever. :-)




What song would you want for your wedding? :-)

Of Sleeping and Headaches.

I just had one of my most productive weekend in months and so I must say that the 6th bridal fair was a success. Immeasurable, yes, but in all fairness to everyone, it was better than the last, and I'm pretty much sure the next one will top this.


Anyhoo, I just woke up from a 13-hour sleep.

My head hurt so much yesterday for lack of sleep, and today ironically, it hurts again maybe from too much sleep. Either way, I had fun over the weekend and am definitely looking forward to the next one. :-)

Just My Luck.

I remember I was asked this question a few months ago:

"Do you consider yourself lucky?"

~~~

People I've met in the last twenty one years of my existence in this world may call me lucky but I think otherwise. Lucky, for me, is winning the hundred-million peso jackpot in the lottery, or even fifty pesos from the scratch card thingy of the PCSO. Lucky is getting invited by Oprah Winfrey to guest on her show because your underappreciated talent here was broadcasted on Youtube. Lucky is being the 1,364,915th caller on the radio and winning free VIP concert tickets. Lucky is getting to work for Google, Microsoft or Apple and earning a lot more than the average employee. Lucky is being born as a one in a million head conjoined twin, and then getting separated alive. Lucky is not me. Because basically, I don't have anything compared to those.

What I have here are bread boxes and small home appliances that I won from the annual fiesta bingo in our subdivision. My fame would probably be limited to a group picture of more than twenty five people cramped up in a four-column bottom corner of the broadsheet, without my name being mentioned. I only get free passes to concerts when the opening act is most likely someone I'm friends with, or one of my friends knows someone in the production who knows one of the band manager's friends. As for dream jobs, I got rejected to work for one of the biggest publishers in the country because I live far from the office, so I have to settle for other things that's not connected, however you look at it. And for the last twenty one years, I have never been confined in a hospital even if I walk everyday surrounded by pollution and with asthma residing in my system. I know what you're thinking, either I'm pathetic or my life is just plain boring.

But when I come to think of it, my life is on the better side of things. Those bingo consolation prizes I won would become either stuff to use for summer business with my friends or gifts to give away for Christmas. The reason I was on the business section of the leading newspapers is mainly because I am one of the twenty five students all over the country to get in on Amcham Philippines' Business Orientation Program, and bagged second runner-up for the group presentation thing. My first job was definitely a culture shock for me, but hey, how many 21-year-olds do you know work as a buyer, or in Rachel Green's words, "shopping for a living" and then walking away from it to work somewhere else because of passion? And my health is definitely great, according to some nurse who commented that I should be taking double the dose of my medications, which by the way should now be taken for maintenance.

I hear people insist calling me lucky. But really, I am not. I am just like the other normal six billion people breathing out there. I get stranded during tropical storms, I miss public transportations because I can't wake up on time, I burn dinners when I am glued to the tv, I can't find a guy who will be true to his word that I'm his only girl, I lost my phone because I was too drunk to remember the reason, I trip and fall down stairs at times.

But at the end of the day, I am reminded by random people that I am loved, I am showed a lot of things that tell me I did a good job, I am home safe, and just tonight, a stranger gave me his Starbucks sticker for free.

~~~

To which I answered;

"Nope. I am blessed."

Agree much?