october 26

Happy Birthday to Aimie, Annie Vi and Yorick. Birthday celebrants this month. I absolutely miss y’all.

I am still here in our family home in Casiguran, been here since Oct. 13. Supposedly I would come back to manila immediately but the family advised me otherwie, made other plans.

I’ve decided not to continue to process the endorsement I got to be a regular employee in BDO.

So currently my career halts. But its okay atleast I am spending some quality time with my parents and two sisters here.

Whatever the circumstances maybe I would choose to be happy. I believe the strength of one’s character is also defined on how well she rides the waves of life. I would always be thankful in everything.

I will be back in Manila after Nov. 1. I and Ate Mir are going to General Santos City to have a vacation and visit Kuya Rod there on November 26, might hunt Aling Dionesia on the side,hehe. 

Kuya Rod told us that we’ll get off to Cagayan de Oro until we reach Camiguin Island for a couple of days of vacation.

I really hope these plans happen.  Buying plane tickets is the first thing I will do the moment I reach Manila to be sure, hehe.

Ngayon pa lang excited na ako. I, Ate Mir and Kuya Rod belong to the same younger generation in the family so I think we can really have some awesome childlike fun.

overflow

Its been a long while since I was able to write.  Along with it so many things have happened. The last weeks have been fateful. If it’s a novel it was the time that the crises of the plot are being laid out.

Ondoy

Saturday. September 26 2009.

I woke up late that day because I was very tired the night before. I had a hard time going home. Makati Avenue was full pack. Aside from the usual Friday night build up there was a heavy downpour to make the traffic worse. The tricycle ride I had from Kalayaan Ave. to the Mandaluyong bridge was more than enough to give me a heart attack. The driver would make sudden turns as it searched for alternate routes. Aside from that there were several times that it seemed like the tricycle would collide to another vehicle or the driver would pick a fight with another driver or a security guard.

After several hours I got home that night, so thankful I was well and intact and could greet my father well who’s been waiting and worrying  for me.

Saturday morning came. Never had I imagined that it would be immensely disastrous for my countrymen, especially. I was having a late breakfast. The weather was still no any better. Its raining really hard. I, Tatay and our househelp were the only ones at home. Kuya and the family went off because the kids were having a family day as an activity in their school.

I haven’t finished my meal when we have noticed that the water started to get in the living room.  Slowly at first. I continued eating, didn’t panic. But after a while the water got in faster. In minutes the water in the living room got ankle deep. Ate started to panic and to talk in her extra high pitched voice. We started to bring up the things. We put the couches on top of the chairs. We disassembled the tv and the computer and brought upstairs.

Then I saw the water came in stronger, with a current. The driveway seemed like a river whose current flowed heavily upon our living room window.

If I was not mistaken it took only 10 minutes for our house to be submerged in a waist deep flood. When the water got extra high I already went upstairs and wouldn’t like to wade through the murky water. I let my father to take care of the rest. Ate panicked a lot. I told her there’s nothing we can do about it,we may panic to the max but it won’t make the flood come down, instead we must be alert.

She somehow listened. She kept on staring outside the window and watched the situation get worse. Tatay was silent but in deep thought. He listened for the weather reports on my flanking radio whose batteries were almost dead. After a while the electricity was cut down, the radio was dead and the cellphone signal was failing. But still I remained calm. I thought this is just one of the nature’s wrath. It will pass real soon.

The day became night but the situation were still the same or should I say worse. Our living room, kitchen and bathroom were in complete disarray. I refrained to think of what my kuya and his wife’s reaction would be when they see what happened.

We ate the food left from our breakfast. Fortunately there were still bread, coffee and ample drinking water.

Before the darkness completely covered our view I saw the children in the apartments in front of us being put in a banca. Many of our neighbors were already evacuating. The cars were already afloat.

Despite the terrible situation I slept well, didn’t let anything get me down.

The next morning the flood in the first floor was still the same. When the water subsided in the driveway by 11 am we told Kuya that they may come home already.

When they arrived they were glad that the car was spared from swimming in flood. When they saw what happened to the things reached by the water they could do nothing but sigh. Only then that we, the ones left home knew how immense and how serious the flood was in the other areas.

Kuya  said the flood claimed many lives and that we were still lucky. By that time the the electricity was already restored. We watched the news and confirmed how awful things happened. We were terribly saddened with what happened to the others especially to those residing in Marikina.

Many said that the flood was an equalizer. Rich and poor, exclusive village residents and slum dwellers alike tasted the fury. It was simply awful. We certainly hope nothing like these ever happen again.

We started to clean up and to restore what we can. The couches were drenced in very dirty water. The furnitures which were made from coated soft wood has expanded and disintegrated. The kitchen appliances like turbo broiler and sandwich maker can’t function anymore. Same with the washing machine. Fortunately the refrigerator was ok.

On Monday I didn’t report to work. There was still so much thing to do at home. When I went to work on Tuesday I gathered that many of the other office personnel were severely damaged. Muddy flood washed out their houses.

On Wednesday our assistant manager inquired on me further what exactly happened. I told her how things went. In a little while she asked for my guy office mate to hand me a basketful of groceries and new blankets. I was totally overwhelmed. I felt that there were many others who suffered much than we did but I thought it would be inappropriate if I would refuse their good deed. I was absolutely thankful. In that instance once again the BDO superiors showed me a very good example. They were compassionate. I saw that they genuinely felt for those who were strucked by a rather sad event.

October 7, 2009

Andami kong kwento, di ko alam kung saan magsisimula. Saka na lang siguro pag malinaw na ang lahat. Masyadong nakakastress ang mga pangyayari sumasakit tuloy ang puso ko, literally.

Sana tama ang desisyon ko.

Gusto ko pumunta sa Sabang, dun sa beach at isigaw sa tubig lahat ng laman ng dibdib ko. Ewan ko, basta ang sakit ng puso ko.

what made my weekend

22

September 13, 2009 10:24 pm

“Ay! itu nga din pala suot ko last year!” I suddenly remembered while munching on some pizza earlier this afternoon as a simple celebration of the 22nd year of (dis)gracing this universe. Looking at my own picture (narcism at work again) I could see some differences. In my photo last year I am wearing a Genevieve Gozum jeans while I am wearing Zara (courtesy of Kuya Rod) today. I was holding a letter given by my block mates then while I am holding a cake now. My hair today is longer and considerably less disheveled. I am wearing the same watch, my favorite watch (‘coz it’s only one.haha! a Diesel watch given by Ate Mir in 2004(?), so its about 5 years old now. I have its strapped changed into a yellow one after its original leather strap have given up some time last year. The Tricky Tv guy of Cartoon network has this kind of watch too. And I am also wearing this brown Converse tee. I like this tee a lot because its very comfortable. The fabric runs smoothly and softly through my body. So that’s what we call sustainable fashion I think.haha!

My choices in things I wear is pretty much the same with my choices in life. Since I am no rich girl I’ve learned and I’ve been thought by my parents and siblings that I have to be careful. In choosing items its better to choose those that would serve well in a long period of time. Quality is important. But if I can have quantity quality items why not diba. But it might not be so soon yet. I’ve got to perspire a lot, hunch my back longer and be savvier with money matters.

Though I don’t have quantity quality items  I am quite lucky, oh, not only lucky but blessed that I have quality parents, siblings (quantity also for we are a lot, seriously.) and of course friends and acquaintances. Since I’ve been here in Manila I haven’t made a conscious effort to go to church, and I am not proud of that. But today I felt it in my heart that I wanted to go there. I went. Inside the church while hearing the mass all I kept on saying in silence was “Thank you Lord.Thank you.”

Thank you Lord that I am still alive. Thank you that I am still up and running. Thank you that I have my parents who never grow tired of watching over us their children though all of us are grown up. Thank you for giving me my siblings who I know even they don’t say that they are always behind me, always ready to catch me when I fall. Thank you that I have my friends who are also my sources of inspirations not only companies in fun and good times.

Along with that I pray that I may be able to continue doing the good things but I also pray that I would be given wisdom to know what I am doing wrong.

I am 22 years old now, an age that I thought to be so mature when I was 12. If I would rate myself I would say that I am mature. But of course it may not be the same when subjected to someone else’s grid or when compared with other people.

One year is pretty fast. Cliche as it may sound my 21st birthday was like only yesterday. I can still clearly picture the things that happened. I can also feel again the same emotions I had then if I want to. But one thing’s certain I was very happy then. My college friends and classmates were with me. The simple bounty seemed a lot and so good with their company. I miss them. I miss the simplicity of our intertwined simple lives then.

But life must be lived forward. Putting a quotation in my own words, always, we should never be sad or regret that things ended, instead we must be glad that it happened. Whenever I miss those bubbly guys I just think that they are okay, that they are doing great and are being good in finding and fulfilling their destinies and most of all that somehow, someday we will meet again wearing older faces but with the same affinity that we had way back then.

Like in Miley Cyrus song, The Climb, I am sure that in my life there will be another mountain, there will be another storm. But like her I will want to make it move by keeping on pushing on. It’s not how fast I get there. Its the climb.

On September 12 I went out with Cress and Limwell. I labeled it my pre-birthday bash. We watched Eugene Domingo’s Kimmy Dora. Yeah, the film is downright funny. We had constant bouts of laughter. But beyond the comedy I also noted the message that the film wants to convey. Success is not everything. Attitude and character are more important, even more important than the shares of stocks of a top multi-million dollar corporation. One may aim, and burn herself out in quest of that much coveted position and property but at the end of the day it is not the thing that will  matter most.

flickers

The week that was

The last couple of days was all about food and some pleasant surprises.

Tatay was here in the metro. Kuya Roger visited with a bunch of Krispy Kremes

He gave me such a nice present too! Thanks a lot. I was so delighted,didn’t expect I’d have it real soon.

One Year

Woohoo! I didn’t notice I have been blogging for a year already. My first entry was dated Aug. 11. Oh wow, I just can’t describe well enough how this stuff helped me through this one year. It benefited me in more ways than one.

Foremost it helped me figure myself out. By writing out my thoughts I got to sort out the things I should keep from those I should just throw away.

As I blogged I learned that I should never focus on the things I lack. I shouldn’t wallow on distress but rather celebrate every victories no matter how minute they were.

The past year was a mesh of unexpected events. Some were tragic, some were hurtful but nonetheless there were the good times. Whenever I was in pain I would simply write it out, feel the pain until it hurts no more.

As i write out what was in my mind I was reminded that tomorrow was another day. It would be different than how it was. I chose to be strong. I never wanted to sound like a bitter soul. I must be my own hero. Nobody would pick me up unless I choose to help myself.

In this one year old blog I tried to be bold by saying my thoughts in raw. I know there are many people who might get to read this but it was fine with me. I believe that I am not doing anything wrong by being honest most importantly with myself. One can never put a good man down.

Whenever there were happy moments that happened I would blog it the soonest time possible. I never wanted to let it just pass because those were the memories from where I will gather strength when another blow comes into my life. I made them as a reminder for myself that no matter what happens life is still beautiful. There will be storms coupled with lightning and thunderstorm but before long it will subside to give way to a fresh and new beginning.

August 31

It’s 12:06 midnight now. It’s my second night alone here at home. Last night I thought I couldn’t stand it but I actually did. I tried to sleep at the other bedroom first because it seemed more enclosed than any other part of the house. But later on I still can’t sleep maybe because I wasn’t really that sleepy. I slept for hours that afternoon. I declared Saturday as my lazy day since there will be no work until Monday.

Again I went down turned on the television. I brought some pillows and a sheet. Hours later but I still can’t sleep. I can hear everything, even the sounds of the cockroaches.

Then I went back upstairs. From my bed I could hear the conversations of the neighbors nearby. I somehow found company. I got to sleep.

Afterward, the sun shone all over the room. The long night was over. I tried to be productive today by cleaning up the house and doing the laundry.

Facebooking kept me away from boredom.

my choice, my picks

In every season of our lives there are things that stand out from the others. They get our attention and capture our fancy. In these past few days and months I raved about these:

Lady Gaga

She’s outrageous, avant garde, out of this world. She wears outfits that seem to take forever to put together in a daily basis. I like her edgy attitude, that “i don’t care, i’ll do my thing” sense. Gaga’s so pop. Her music makes me pop too, makes me wanna get up and party all night. For quite a while her track Poker face was in constant replay in my mind. Her music’s about the glamorous life. She’s giving her listeners the vibe of the rich and famous. “Paparrazzi” does it exactly. Just Dance is also another lively track.

McDonalds Burger Meal

I had a struggle resisting the burger in the previous months. I ate those at least three times each week before I go home. It’s unhealthy, i know, fat laden and makes me feel bloated but at the same time it’s yummy. It was a guilty pleasure. I was a regular at Mc Donalds Jupiter St. I think the store is very strategically laid out. Its directly located proportional to the direction where I am going. Sometimes I just find myself inside the store ordering another meal although I have promised the day before that I will not anymore because it’s really bloating. One time I saw Dr. Paul Watts there. (Canadian volunteer in ASCOT before). Too bad he was already leaving when I spotted him, I would’ve greeted him. Before we used to greet him “Good Morning sir” and he would cheerfully reply “Magandang umaga!”

Nestle Fruit Selection Yogurt

Now I’ve made a healthy switch. I am currently hooked on Nestle Fruit Selection Yogurt. It is simply delicious and of course healthy. Every morning I buy some to take to the office. Its my effort to somehow compensate with the fried meats I usually consume.

philstar.com

This website keeps me in the loop of the latest in everything while in the office. Among the limited sites that we can browse through in our workstations it is my favorite. The next one is forbes.com followed by inquirer.net.  I like this site the most because it has the most updated contents and covers a wide range of topics. When there are not much official thing to do I read through the articles.

I check out Jessica Zafra’s column entitled Emotional Weather Report regularly. Ang galing nya! She’s so witty and clever. I am also fond of Tingting Cojuangco’s and Barbara Gonzales’s. From reading Tingting’s column I somehow get to know her better. She seems so down to earth and enlightening. She’s not a woman who is  consumed with the wealth we all now she has. Barbara Gonzales is also another favorite. From her articles I get an idea what getting old might be. She is a person who’s gone through a lot and therefore has so much wisdom to share. In one of her write ups she mentioned that whenever we fall we should just get up, dust up ourselves and go on again. So true.

double treat

Ron and Nyah had their Linggo ng Wika celebration at school today. As usual Nyah did the deed. She danced, sang and all to our delight upon watching their video tonight. Ron was nowhere to be seen. Again, he slept it through.

drenched

Today was a toxic day at work. But I loved it. I like the feeling of having a challenge to conquer. I need not compete with anyone but only with myself. I love testing my limits. I am simply delighted when I meet the goals I set for myself.

Randomly, while an officemate of mine was sort of complaining that she has to stay longer at the office because she still has an unfinished task I joked, “Oh, that’s what we call efficiency.”  We should be able to do all the things we need to accomplish within the time frame given. Anyway, it was just a remark. There are many factors that affect one’s performance.

Personally I prefer finishing the tasks given to me on time. It gives me a sense of fulfillment. Nonetheless I see to it that the quality of the output is not sacrificed.

I could say that I work hard. Therefore I make sure that I enjoy. I eat what I want. I do what I want. I could say that this is one of the best years of my life.

Definitely this is just the beginning, I am still a neophyte, and I am a newbie. But who cares? I love it. I am enjoying the ride. Now I know how to work and how to have responsibilities. There are times that it seems so hard to get up in the morning. But when I think that I am a part of a whole, that there will be a domino effect when I laze about my work I will instantly jolt up my bed.

Now I know that it is not all about oneself. It’s about standing up and fulfilling the responsibilities that I chose to take.

My typical day starts at 6:30 in the morning. I open my eyes. See to it that I have fully regained my consciousness. Reach for the towel. Head for the bath room and take a bath. Dress up, eat and fix myself.

At 8:10 I am heading my way into the office. I ride a jeepney that would take me at the foot of the Makati-Mandaluyong bridge. I ride a tricycle that stops at Kalayaan Ave., a red light district. I walk through those pubs and hotels that seemed so innocent and asleep during the day.

I walk through Jupiter Street. Cross through two main avenues. Then at 8:30 I will be at the lobby. Wear my ID. Ride the elevator.

I never got late again. I got late just once. I promised that it will not happen again and up to this time I have not yet broken it.

At exactly 9:00 to 12:00 I am in the Auto-in mode. I get up just for the bathroom breaks. At 12:00 to 1:00 I take a hearty lunch. But I prefer not too eat too much carbs and fatty viands because I don’t want the fat ass. I observed that office girls are prone to it due to long hours of sitting down. At 1:00 to 6:00 I am in the Auto-in Mode again.

Afterwards I go home. The same streets I passed through look a whole lot different by then. Kalayaan Ave. dances in colors and glittering lights.

Then I eat, clean up and do other things that my left strength still allows before I fall into a dead sleep.

The rain fell terribly hard this afternoon. Regular employees and top executives alike got stucked in the lobby. I silently observed and looked around. The lady execs were so glam. I thought if getting old means looking that great, I would surely love to get old!

My eyes locked into a particular woman. She looks very dignified. Her hair was perfect. Her crisp tailored suit still looked fresh even its already the end of the day. I hope I wasn’t staring. I know she noticed that I was looking at her because when she went out she gave me a brief sideway glance. The moment she walked past through me I exclaimed to my officemate i exclaimed “I know her! On tv”

I was certain that i know her but i didn’t immediately remember who she was. But I felt that I must know her. I followed my gut. I googled.

Then, yeah! gotcha! She was Ms. Clarissa Ocampo! The witness then of the late Pres. Estrada’s case.

Whew! I was relieved!

Shucks, I am sleepy now. The clock reads 10:20 now. I didn’t notice it’s already a Friday tomorrow, the last day of the work week. I am looking forward to a blazingly awesome weekend ahead.

SUMO!

SUMO

Shut Up Move On

Have you ever been stucked in a certain situation? You perfectly know what the solution is and yet you stayed? You get hurt you forgive you forget. Then you get hurt again. It’s like you are running in circles. You know the rational thing to do but each time the lure comes you see yourself succumbing to exactly the same situation once more. You lay your cards again hoping that it will be a different story.

Was it love? Was it obsession? Or was it’s just about being challenged? Whatever the case I must do what my title says SUMO! Shut up and move on. It’s long overdue. It’s a useless case. No need for dramatic arguments the facts are clear.

Having said so I shall focus on things that matter. That is getting a life, a fulfilled life. I need not people or circumstances that deliberately put me into unnecessary pain.

selfcentrism…vanity…

highlights

Sunday. August 23. They were going to a children’s party.

I love Ynah! Love her pink dress, too.

Saturday, 5am. Murky waters flooded the driveway.

Friday, Aug. 21, Ninoy Aquino Day. Thanks for the Holiday!

Chillax at home with the kids. Kuya Ronie wears Ninoy shirt.

refresh

night out with awesome buddies Cres and Limwell at Guilly’s, Glorietta 5

scrambled

Why there are certain things in life that we simply can’t throw away altogether. Just when we thought that we are over it, that we have moved on something will happen to prove us wrong. Our principles will be tested. Suddenly we feel the ice we’ve built melts. The order is shaken once again.

Then we’ll find ourselves mustering all the courage to walk away before history repeats itself.

Commit

Everything comes at a price. Most of the time we have to sacrifice to get a reward. We have to  choose. We can never have it all. But sometimes we want a piece of everything. Our appetites become much harder to satisfy.

Life really comes around. There are emotions that transcend age. We thought then when we reach a certain year in our life we will not experience the same feelings that we used to have. But then we’ll be proven wrong. Those feelings may change in form and manifestation but in essence they are still the same.

To improve our lives there are measures that we have to take. Prevention is better than cure. Its better to be proactive than to be reactive.

Obstacles are part of life. There are factors that seem to draw us back just when we thought we have inched two notches.

Okay, fine. I’ve done so much talking when in fact all i want to communicate is that i am not in my best me because of some rather stupidity. I did fall again fortunately I got to swim before I drowned. Now I am trying to bring back my life the way it has been for quite sometime – orderly, quiet, predictable.

I was about to risk too much for that little piece of happiness. I still have a lifetime to live there is no need to get stuck.

“Grow up, move on.”

thought bubbles

I am quite silent in person. I observe. I listen. For years I’ve been trying to live by the day, by the present. It works for me. As a result I don’t go through past events in verbatim anymore.What for, its over and done. But I guess it’s making me a little boring person.

I really, badly and definitely miss and need my own computer. When I have one I immediately write down my thoughts. As a result, I generally capture the essence. When everything is still fresh I write with utmost spontaneity. Suddenly I can do touch typing. It must be adrenaline rush.

A dream then and now

When I was in grade three my father asked me what would I like to be when I grow up. It was the time that I learned the concept of “future”. He suggested being a dentist. Two years later he suggested being a businesswoman. High school years came and passed. In my heart I felt that to write is what I want. Until now I still feel it.

When I was still studying my favorite type of exam was the essay type. I felt that I have a higher chance of faring well when I was given a chance to elaborate  my idea and to explain.

Today I dream of becoming a columnist. Whether it will come true or not it’s alright with me. In this space I created for myself in the blogosphere I will be my own columnist. Somehow, someway I am living up a dream.

I do keep on writing because I want to. It makes me happy. When it seems everyone is too busy to hear me this space  is always waiting for me.

Life in Death

The moment we say hello we know the next one will be goodbye. When we are born the countdown to our extinction begins. Nothing is permanent. We know that all too well.

Early morning last saturday I woke up early upon hearing the hustles in the living room. When I went down I saw Kuya Ronie and his family getting ready to go to Tarlac for the nth episode of the kasama sa bahay saga. The tv was on. Later on Sen. Noynoy Aquino delivered the news. His mother Pres. Cory already passed away. At first I had no any reaction. I dont know whether my pick up was just slow. Later on it sanked through.

The next hours and days were all about Cory. The whole nation mourned.

Wednesday was declared a special non working holiday. I stayed in bed until lunch time. I could hear from our neighbor’s tv the heart wrenching songs. Later that afternoon I saw Kris deliver her eulogy. I wasn’t sure whether I was still having the chestpains i have for a couple of days then or was i just hit by the wave of sadness. I thought i was already immune to such kinds of emotion but after sometime I can no longer hold out the tears.

Being the youngest child also in the family I saw myself in Kris. I wish I had her courage to say the words that need to be spoken.

Cory’s death is definitely a sad event but it helped me  be enlightened. It leaves a challenge to everyone. I wish to have a fulfilled life like hers in my own way so that when the time comes for me to rest I will peacefully lay down the coffin.

But I hope it will not be soon yet.

the day i went shopping

When i was younger and was still studying my mother would often tell me “pagbutihin mo ang pag aaral mo, pag nakapagtapos ka na at meron ka ng trabaho mabibili mo na ang mga gusto mo,makakain mo na ang mga pagkaing gusto mo. ikaw pa naman puro masarap ang gusto mo” It seems like mama was trying to bribe me to be good. or she was just trying to teach me things the light way. Whenever she told me those I would just give an impish grin, not that i find her speech cheesy but because i didnt want to make a promise. i’d rather show her my obedience rather than commit to something that i may not fulfill later on. But silently, within myself I valued her advice. I’ve seen how much she and tatay worked hard to sail our rather big family through the tides of life. I cannot afford to give them further sufferings. Anyway what they want me to do is actually for my own good.

After several years along with numerous adversities I finally graduated. on the day of my graduation i discreetly looked on my parents. what i observed was that they were happier than I was. My graduation was their graduation. Finally they are done sending their ten children to school. they must have sighed a huge sigh of relief.

this weekend i went out for a little shopping. i was planning then to save for a couple of months. i was lusting for a Nokia e63 which is currently retailing at 13 thousand but i changed my mind. i didn’t want delayed gratification anymore and i felt that i can still bear my two aging phones.  So off i went and made some purchases which the major one was a bag from Marithe Francois Girbaud.

While I was at the mall i remembered what mama told me. she is right. i am glad i obeyed. What i am earning right now is not that big. good thing i live at kuya’s. I need not pay for rent and other utilities. for a start i am doing good though my hoisting of the banner of total financial independence may not be very soon.

I hope whoever may read this will not get me wrong. To brag is not my point.what i want to say is that obedience is not a bad thing, at first when we are still waging war with the demons of our youth our parent’s warnings and advices may seem like some sort of a bitter pill but in the long run we will see that they are not. they are the medicines that will keep us well.

I just hope and pray that God would be merciful as always with me. I pray that I may be able to continue this journey. If its not too much to ask I hope HE allows me to successfully climb the corporate ladder, to shine in my own way, to learn and to influence others positively the same way that other people like my bosses and officemates are influencing me.

I know and I feel that I am on the right track now thus i pray na sana hindi na ako maliko pa. I dont want exactly to play safe i just want to be able to make good things happen for i know whenever i fall it is my parents who get hurt ten folds more. i dont want them neither sad nor hurt.

happy 8!

today is no ordinary day. on this same day 8 years ago 16 people became friends and remain friends until today.

its sad that i am not with any of them today to celebrate this milestone but just the same i dedicated this day to remember them.

it seems like it was only yesterday. we we’re teeners then playing the field of adolescence but now we are young adults finding our place in different fields. the good thing is we never outgrow the friendship that made our highschool days damn good. up to this day i can still clearly picture in my mind how we were before – the way we played and got to know each other in our isolated classroom when we were in second year, the way dson and joy would have a chase during overtimes when preparing for school activities, the miniature church na project namin nila Madz at Edison kay Ma’m Querijero. the way each one would go out of her way to help out the one who was in need whether it was for the complicated trigonometry problem or to deal with one’s heart stories, di ba Jam, Niño, Erik, Jeruel, Tin, Edison and Cressie? its good to look back in the past. i miss Diane, Fiona, and Juvy.

since its already 7 and i am still in an internet cafe in a mall all by myself i need to shorten this post now.

Happy Anniversary!

pink

why  did i entitle my post tonight as PINK?

because….

1)i am wearing a pink long sleeves.hehe. i’m here in an internet cafe. I went here immediately after work. actually i dont really like blogging in public. this page is something really personal. in this page i really am myself, i write right from my heart. this is where i dont mind being silly.but then i dont have my own pc anymore. but my need for expression is greater than the discomforts of being in a public place so here i am writing while bearing the noise of the owner of this shop. i wonder why he never seem to stop talking.

2) i am better today than when i wrote my previous post. there were some very positive changes that happened at work so i dont get infused with boredom anymore.

andami ko sanang mga kwento about my work, the quirkiness of everyday life, of how i coped up and adapted to the things that used to be foreign to me,but i dont have much time…

3) i am enjoying my life now. i realized what made me unhappy the previous week was brought about my worrying for the future. i also got impatient. but now with some thoughtful conversations with friends i am reminded that i am actually lucky for having this job.

with a cheerful sigh i grimaced”ano naman gusto ko manager agad, ambisyosa naman ako masyado”hehehe

yesterday our manager conferred with us. of all the things she mentioned what really seeped to me was this  “it is never about what is your job, it is about HOW you do your job”.

Ma’am, noted.

I intend to continue doing the things i have to do the best way i can.

From now on i will not be unhappy just because of some useless worrying for the future, a time that hasn’t come instead i will seize the day.

Carpe Diem!