i'm tired.
extremely exhausted.
and yet i still go on.
i promised to never overwork myself with this job.
but here i am still at the office.
on MY special day.
what can be more pathetic.
i could have been in xaymaca last night.
my favorite hangout.
with my favorite band
playing the songs i want to hear.
with the people that matter.
but i was stuck in the office training.
with a 5am telecon.
what can be more sad.
please my abba.
take my sadness.
let my heart learn to smile despite the exhaustion.
make this day be significant.
let this day be special
Friday, May 30, 2003
Sunday, May 25, 2003
MEANTIME GIRL
She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh.
She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend.
She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night.
She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One".
You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.
She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either.
She's not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light.
She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by.
She's too understanding, too comfortable - she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does.
But she's cool,and nice, and funny, and attractive tough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine.
You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve.
You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her.
She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need.
And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.
It won't bother her that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you.
She'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went.
She's just so cool...why can't all women be like that?!
But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair.
You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with.
Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs - she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to.
But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off.
Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell, or just really not that type.
Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want)in a woman.
So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.
You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.
She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd.
She's safe.
She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room.
But she wants to turn someone's head.
She wants to be special to someone, too.
We all do.
She has feelings.
She has a heart.
In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway.
She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.
Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Girl.
Been one more times than I care to admit.
I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care.
I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too.
A lot.
And someday we won't be around.
~An anonymous meantime girl~
nope its not something i wrote.
it was emailed by a friend.
i just had to post it up.
feel free to comment.
my reaction?
i can totally relate!
She's the one you call when you're bored because she makes you laugh.
She's the one you talk to when you're feeling down because she's willing to lend an ear and be a friend.
She's not the one you call when you need a date to your company's Christmas party, or to go dancing with on a Saturday night.
She's the one you spend time with between girlfriends, before you find "The One".
You know, the one who you keep around in the meantime.
She's not one of the guys, not a tomboy, but you don't look at her as a "real" woman, either.
She's not bitchy enough, moody enough, or sexy enough to be seen in that light.
She's too laid-back, too easily amused by the same things your male buddies are amused by.
She's too understanding, too comfortable - she doesn't make you feel nervous or excited the way a "real" woman does.
But she's cool,and nice, and funny, and attractive tough that when you're lonely or horny and need intimate female companionship, she'll do just fine.
You don't have to wine and dine her because she knows the real you already, and you don't have any facades to keep up, no pretenses to preserve.
You're not trying to get anything of substance out of her.
She's not easy, but you know that she cares about you and is attracted to you, and that she'll give you the intimacy you need.
And you know you don't have to explain yourself or the situation, that she'll be able to cope with the fact that this isn't the beginning of a relationship or that there's any possibility that you have any real romantic feelings for her.
It won't bother her that you'll get up in the morning, put on your pants, say goodbye, and go on a date with the woman you've been mooning over for weeks who finally agreed to go out with you.
She'll settle for a goodbye hug and a promise to call her and tell her how the date went.
She's just so cool...why can't all women be like that?!
But deep down, if you really think about it (which you probably don't because to you, the situation between the two of you isn't important enough to merit any real thought), you know that it's really not fair.
You know that although she would never say it, it hurts her to know that despite all her good points and all the fun you two have, you don't think she's good enough to spend any real time with.
Sure, it's mostly her fault, because she doesn't have to give in to your needs - she could play the hard-to-get bitch like the rest of them do, if she really wanted to.
But you and she both know that she probably couldn't pull it off.
Maybe she's too short, or a little overweight, or has a big birthmark on her forehead, or works at Taco Bell, or just really not that type.
Whatever the reason, somehow life has given her a lot of really great qualities but has left out the ones that men want (or think they want)in a woman.
So she remains forever the funny friend, the steadfast companion, the secret lover, and you go on searching for your goddess who will somehow be everything you ever wanted in a woman.
You'll joke to her that she should be the best man at your wedding, and she'll laugh and make a joke about a smelly rental tux.
She doesn't captivate you with her beauty, or open doors with her smile. Mainly she blends in with the crowd.
She's safe.
She doesn't want to be the center of attention and turn the heads of everyone in the room.
But she wants to turn someone's head.
She wants to be special to someone, too.
We all do.
She has feelings.
She has a heart.
In fact, she probably has a bigger and better heart than any woman you've ever known because she's had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway.
She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you've given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.
Anyway, yeah. I'm a Meantime Girl.
Been one more times than I care to admit.
I don't know the reason, really, and at this point I don't even care.
I just want to let every guy know who's ever had the good fortune to have a Meantime Girl that we may be a lot of fun, but we cry, too.
A lot.
And someday we won't be around.
~An anonymous meantime girl~
nope its not something i wrote.
it was emailed by a friend.
i just had to post it up.
feel free to comment.
my reaction?
i can totally relate!
Friday, May 23, 2003
A LOVE LETTER
to the one man that I will forever be grateful to.
You demonstrated unconditional love. If there was one man that showed me it was possible it’s you. Though everyday was a test of the limits of your patience, you stretched it if only to show me how much you truly cared. You understood and cared despite my stubbornness and immaturity. You saw me at my best and worst yet when you look at me you saw a woman capable of anything she dreamed of.
You taught me to appreciate simple things. Good things come in small packages, you believed in that. Giving me material possessions was not your style; instead you gave me wings and took me to places. Instead of buying me flowers, you took me to gardens where I was surrounded with all the flowers my mind can keep. When others were expecting me to act like a lady, you took pride in my individuality. You respected me for who I was then and who I can become. In some way you knew I would need to do things my way in order to learn, all that while you remained silent but present. Ready to catch me when I fall.
You showed me how to survive. It was a difficult world we both agreed. You knew that it could be more difficult for women. You helped me realize that being a woman is no excuse. We just needed to stand up for what we believed in. We could do it if we put heart and soul into everything we do. That’s how you survived as well. I know now that words can be worthless but actions are more reliable.
You gave me inspiration. That to live and lead a fulfilled life. When I showed you my poems you told me to write more. You bought me pastels when I started taking up a knack for drawing. You were there to give applause after every performance, and flowers when our indie film came out. And when I made wrong decisions, you gave me words of wisdom and still bailed me out.
You taught me how to love. A love for life. To experience giving oneself to the people that matter. A love that does not have boundaries. The same one you gave me.
People may have opinions of the connection that we have. We had our fights, times that we felt we couldn’t understand one another. Yet in the face of all those circumstances we had a lot of happy moments. The lunch dates that we took in McDonalds, the walks along the camp, trips to the mall, talks we had about anything and everything. Those are the times that we could always look back to when we feel alone. How I wish that we could do those once again. But circumstances change. There was a need for me to find who I really am. And though it was hard on you, you willingly gave me the space to seek out that independence. What more can a woman ask for?
You gave me life. It’s my turn to show my appreciation. To make you proud. To love someone the same way you loved me. Though I feel sad that we now lead separate paths. Know that I will always be praying for blessings. at this time that you are being tested for character, i know you will come out a stronger person with integrity. you are not alone, there are people that care and know who you really are. But then it was you who told me that things happen for a reason, all we had to have was faith and everything will make sense in the end.
Be strong now my dear soldier.
And keep in your heart that I will forever love you.
to the one man that I will forever be grateful to.
You demonstrated unconditional love. If there was one man that showed me it was possible it’s you. Though everyday was a test of the limits of your patience, you stretched it if only to show me how much you truly cared. You understood and cared despite my stubbornness and immaturity. You saw me at my best and worst yet when you look at me you saw a woman capable of anything she dreamed of.
You taught me to appreciate simple things. Good things come in small packages, you believed in that. Giving me material possessions was not your style; instead you gave me wings and took me to places. Instead of buying me flowers, you took me to gardens where I was surrounded with all the flowers my mind can keep. When others were expecting me to act like a lady, you took pride in my individuality. You respected me for who I was then and who I can become. In some way you knew I would need to do things my way in order to learn, all that while you remained silent but present. Ready to catch me when I fall.
You showed me how to survive. It was a difficult world we both agreed. You knew that it could be more difficult for women. You helped me realize that being a woman is no excuse. We just needed to stand up for what we believed in. We could do it if we put heart and soul into everything we do. That’s how you survived as well. I know now that words can be worthless but actions are more reliable.
You gave me inspiration. That to live and lead a fulfilled life. When I showed you my poems you told me to write more. You bought me pastels when I started taking up a knack for drawing. You were there to give applause after every performance, and flowers when our indie film came out. And when I made wrong decisions, you gave me words of wisdom and still bailed me out.
You taught me how to love. A love for life. To experience giving oneself to the people that matter. A love that does not have boundaries. The same one you gave me.
People may have opinions of the connection that we have. We had our fights, times that we felt we couldn’t understand one another. Yet in the face of all those circumstances we had a lot of happy moments. The lunch dates that we took in McDonalds, the walks along the camp, trips to the mall, talks we had about anything and everything. Those are the times that we could always look back to when we feel alone. How I wish that we could do those once again. But circumstances change. There was a need for me to find who I really am. And though it was hard on you, you willingly gave me the space to seek out that independence. What more can a woman ask for?
You gave me life. It’s my turn to show my appreciation. To make you proud. To love someone the same way you loved me. Though I feel sad that we now lead separate paths. Know that I will always be praying for blessings. at this time that you are being tested for character, i know you will come out a stronger person with integrity. you are not alone, there are people that care and know who you really are. But then it was you who told me that things happen for a reason, all we had to have was faith and everything will make sense in the end.
Be strong now my dear soldier.
And keep in your heart that I will forever love you.
Wednesday, May 21, 2003
Sunday, May 18, 2003
THE DREAMERS
The universe will conspire to those who dream.
they dare you to dream. That of what you really want in life. Not tugging in tow the restrictions that so called reality dictates. What I urge you is to look into yourself and tell me what you see. in the face of the norms that have been imposed, have we really paused to think what it is we truly want. dreamers have been misunderstood for being escapists and cowards. But what is twisted in creating a world for where everything and anything is possible? To them, there is no limit as to where their minds can take them. Absurd to some, dreamers gain power in visualizations. For each scene is painted by the colors that exist only in one’s heart and each stroke is a manifestation of what is precious. And when one wants something so much, they give themselves the potential of making them real. it is in knowing what you want that you take step by step, endure situation upon situation because you know there will be something of value at the end. Dreamers, create their goal and never take their eyes off of it. They run the race to the finish. And when they see the hurdles they spontaneously conceive of ways to go over them. When a dream is envisioned, will power is unleashed. nothing can stop them. But it starts in knowing what is priceless. To look inside your heart, amidst its clutter, and painting your own reality. At times, it maybe against the norms. But you know that there is nothing to loose in knowing. Take the dare, have the courage and realize what it is to dream.
The universe will conspire to those who dream.
they dare you to dream. That of what you really want in life. Not tugging in tow the restrictions that so called reality dictates. What I urge you is to look into yourself and tell me what you see. in the face of the norms that have been imposed, have we really paused to think what it is we truly want. dreamers have been misunderstood for being escapists and cowards. But what is twisted in creating a world for where everything and anything is possible? To them, there is no limit as to where their minds can take them. Absurd to some, dreamers gain power in visualizations. For each scene is painted by the colors that exist only in one’s heart and each stroke is a manifestation of what is precious. And when one wants something so much, they give themselves the potential of making them real. it is in knowing what you want that you take step by step, endure situation upon situation because you know there will be something of value at the end. Dreamers, create their goal and never take their eyes off of it. They run the race to the finish. And when they see the hurdles they spontaneously conceive of ways to go over them. When a dream is envisioned, will power is unleashed. nothing can stop them. But it starts in knowing what is priceless. To look inside your heart, amidst its clutter, and painting your own reality. At times, it maybe against the norms. But you know that there is nothing to loose in knowing. Take the dare, have the courage and realize what it is to dream.
Friday, May 16, 2003
SESSION ROAD'S 5TH ANNIVERSARY
another night well spent at Xaymaca! and last night was really rockin and groovin, since my favorite alternative band was celebrating their 5th anniversary. alot of people there that i knew fro wherever my journeys have taken me. i never they would like the smae music i do. ahhh...the power of music in connecting people. hey, i even saw jiLL! nice to see ya gurl. happy birthday sessiOn road!! may you make more heart meant music. thanks for the poetry hannah, chavi, jv, richard and coy.
cheers!!!
another night well spent at Xaymaca! and last night was really rockin and groovin, since my favorite alternative band was celebrating their 5th anniversary. alot of people there that i knew fro wherever my journeys have taken me. i never they would like the smae music i do. ahhh...the power of music in connecting people. hey, i even saw jiLL! nice to see ya gurl. happy birthday sessiOn road!! may you make more heart meant music. thanks for the poetry hannah, chavi, jv, richard and coy.
cheers!!!
Monday, May 12, 2003
AN ODE to FRIENDSHIP
a story of a woman's journey
she had met alot of people along the way. by some, she had been hurt. but the Great Spirit was kind to her for she had a handful that were true. those that embrace her for who she truly is. those that saw beyond the characters she sometimes were accustomed to play from time to time. those that went beyond the physical and material, but looked into her spirit. with them, she fears not of being judged rather she is understood. she knows that despite her failures, these people stretches out a hand and helps her back to her feet. they are those that remind her to live life to the fullest. they continue to stand by her. for ehn one is weary the other is strong. when one cannot see the road ahead, the other shall be a guide. and when one forgets the song of life, the other shall it for her.
know that this woman wants you to know how much she values you. you, that she calls a friend and considers her sister or brother. she is prepared to sing the song of life any time, any place.
she loves you with her life. for that is all she can give that is truly hers.
a story of a woman's journey
she had met alot of people along the way. by some, she had been hurt. but the Great Spirit was kind to her for she had a handful that were true. those that embrace her for who she truly is. those that saw beyond the characters she sometimes were accustomed to play from time to time. those that went beyond the physical and material, but looked into her spirit. with them, she fears not of being judged rather she is understood. she knows that despite her failures, these people stretches out a hand and helps her back to her feet. they are those that remind her to live life to the fullest. they continue to stand by her. for ehn one is weary the other is strong. when one cannot see the road ahead, the other shall be a guide. and when one forgets the song of life, the other shall it for her.
know that this woman wants you to know how much she values you. you, that she calls a friend and considers her sister or brother. she is prepared to sing the song of life any time, any place.
she loves you with her life. for that is all she can give that is truly hers.
Saturday, May 10, 2003
FROM AN EAGER ANGEL TO A DISTRESSED SOUL
why do you doubt the care people have for you? Help us understand your confusion, break down your walls. Though at the end of the day, in the silence of your chambers, you may surrender to depression we utter blessings of protection. Command thy heart to be steadfast, for then healing starts to seep in. Onward dear soldier, you that we truly consider of our blood, let not circumstances take away your will to fight.
why do you doubt the care people have for you? Help us understand your confusion, break down your walls. Though at the end of the day, in the silence of your chambers, you may surrender to depression we utter blessings of protection. Command thy heart to be steadfast, for then healing starts to seep in. Onward dear soldier, you that we truly consider of our blood, let not circumstances take away your will to fight.
Friday, May 09, 2003
A BEACH LIFE
during dinner at fazolis in eastwood they had Blue Crush playing on the big screen.
and i wanted to enter into the screen.
i wanted to have THAT kind of life! a life that's laid back, house by the beach, learn to surf, no pressures!
and the fact that i can swim whenever i want.
when?? when will i be able to have this dream?
is too impossible?
and i thought the universe conspires with a dreamer...
during dinner at fazolis in eastwood they had Blue Crush playing on the big screen.
and i wanted to enter into the screen.
i wanted to have THAT kind of life! a life that's laid back, house by the beach, learn to surf, no pressures!
and the fact that i can swim whenever i want.
when?? when will i be able to have this dream?
is too impossible?
and i thought the universe conspires with a dreamer...
Tuesday, May 06, 2003
i just finished reading Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho. amazing philosophies, most of them I agree with. i like the way he composes his thoughts, it’s as if he went through all the possible avenues that that certain thinking can take. the way he questions what crazy really meant? the concept of being normal as simply a consensus among people. and that for the so-called insane person to be cured all they need an awareness of life. when I had finally put the book down all I could do was to clap.
a toast to you mr. coelho!
another book wherein you can identify yourself with the characters at a certain point in your life. it gets you to reflect on how you lead your own life.
are we just merely staying in the bounds of what is normal because of the fear of rejection from the consensus of the world around us?
are we robbing ourselves of the opportunity of experiencing the miracles of life because we are afraid of taking risks?
a toast to you mr. coelho!
another book wherein you can identify yourself with the characters at a certain point in your life. it gets you to reflect on how you lead your own life.
are we just merely staying in the bounds of what is normal because of the fear of rejection from the consensus of the world around us?
are we robbing ourselves of the opportunity of experiencing the miracles of life because we are afraid of taking risks?
I am suffering from a lack of responses to an apparent opportunity. its not toward something big. its simply not knowing how to spend an unexpected extra day. it could have been a different scene all together if I probably had a lot of extra cash on me then I would probably be in the mall watching one movie after another. a way to discover a multitude of characters and worlds without having to spend a lot.
I still have hours before I have to rest for an early appointment with the office tomorrow. I am left with blogging. Not that I don’t find writing my thoughts down good output of my time. could this be the consequence of living the decision of remaining in this career. That when I was determined that I was staying I psyched myself up that I would be back to living a very routine life. now that out of the blue I have a free day I am unprepared to find something to do. …sigh…
I think too much. I don’t know why I do but I find it innate. Its like when an idea crosses my mind instant reaction is…lets ponder and analyze. don’t go saying I’m crazy because I share this standard response with a few close friends. I guess it comes from having four years of the scientific method being enforced upon my brain from my science high school.
I still have hours before I have to rest for an early appointment with the office tomorrow. I am left with blogging. Not that I don’t find writing my thoughts down good output of my time. could this be the consequence of living the decision of remaining in this career. That when I was determined that I was staying I psyched myself up that I would be back to living a very routine life. now that out of the blue I have a free day I am unprepared to find something to do. …sigh…
I think too much. I don’t know why I do but I find it innate. Its like when an idea crosses my mind instant reaction is…lets ponder and analyze. don’t go saying I’m crazy because I share this standard response with a few close friends. I guess it comes from having four years of the scientific method being enforced upon my brain from my science high school.
I just finished reading Veronika Decides to Die by Paulo Coelho. amazing philosophies, most of them I agree with. I like the way he composes his thoughts, it’s as if he went through all the possible avenues that that certain thinking can take. the way he questions what crazy really meant? the concept of being normal as simply a consensus among people. and that for the so-called insane person to be cured all they need an awareness of life. when I had finally put the book down all I could do was to clap.
a toast to you mr. coelho!
another book wherein you can identify yourself with the characters at a certain point in your life. it gets you to reflect on how you lead your own life.
are we just merely staying in the bounds of what is normal because of the fear of rejection from the consensus of the world around us?
are we robbing ourselves of the opportunity of experiencing the miracles of life because we are afraid of taking risks?
posted on: an old blog
a toast to you mr. coelho!
another book wherein you can identify yourself with the characters at a certain point in your life. it gets you to reflect on how you lead your own life.
are we just merely staying in the bounds of what is normal because of the fear of rejection from the consensus of the world around us?
are we robbing ourselves of the opportunity of experiencing the miracles of life because we are afraid of taking risks?
posted on: an old blog
Monday, May 05, 2003
FRIENDS FOR LIFE
I went to Pampanga last Saturday for the christening of a friend's first born son. So some highschool friends and their partners were there to celebrate the occassion. Little did we know that it was also to reignite the friendship bonds.
Highschool were my formative years. It was the first time that I stayed put at a school long enough to form really lasting friendships. It were also the years that you try out a lot of things you will either never do again or take them with you in life. It was FUN! And what made it even more memorable were the people that came into my life.
We called ourselves, ECDCF, El Circulo de Clandestina Forca. According to Y it meant The Circle of Underground Power. Seven women who spoke their minds, attracted to the special kind of power that is found in oneself and the world around us. It was funny how we all partnered up to go to the three UP campuses, one went to CRC. Despite going on seprate paths, we managed to always meet up and check on each other during those college years.
Now that four have their own children, we still are part of each others lives. After last Saturday, i can truly say, I am blessed with my friends. Thank you guys.
To those that have gone astray, we are still waiting for the day you let us into your lives again.
I went to Pampanga last Saturday for the christening of a friend's first born son. So some highschool friends and their partners were there to celebrate the occassion. Little did we know that it was also to reignite the friendship bonds.
Highschool were my formative years. It was the first time that I stayed put at a school long enough to form really lasting friendships. It were also the years that you try out a lot of things you will either never do again or take them with you in life. It was FUN! And what made it even more memorable were the people that came into my life.
We called ourselves, ECDCF, El Circulo de Clandestina Forca. According to Y it meant The Circle of Underground Power. Seven women who spoke their minds, attracted to the special kind of power that is found in oneself and the world around us. It was funny how we all partnered up to go to the three UP campuses, one went to CRC. Despite going on seprate paths, we managed to always meet up and check on each other during those college years.
Now that four have their own children, we still are part of each others lives. After last Saturday, i can truly say, I am blessed with my friends. Thank you guys.
To those that have gone astray, we are still waiting for the day you let us into your lives again.
Saturday, May 03, 2003
Thursday, May 01, 2003
ALL IN A WEEK'S WORK
Finally I have time to surf and most of all blog! After 3 days of being stuck in a training room and listening to things I already know about (i trained with them when I was still new in the training team). I gets boring after a while. Now I'm back in our office with a view of Eastwood City! Beautiful!
HE'S BACK...After 8 months of finally moving on, i see him again. *Enter background song: Its All Coming Back to Me by Celine Dion. What really sucks, is I have to work with him and make their stay as pleasing as possible. The dilemna is...How can I be true to myself and still be professional enough to do my job? He has hurt my bestfriend. And now I have to endure being close to him? Not to mention I am at his beck and call. This is torture!!! We'll I'm not sure what acting professional is right now...but hey I'm doing my best!
PAMPANGA TRIP...This weekend I'm heading out to Pampanga with my higschoool barkada. Its Basti's (our barkada's first born son) christening. This is going to be a fun reunion! I'm not so sure I can stay overnight though! At least I get to see old friends and reminisce those formative highscool years!
ABSENCE...Since one of our clients are here, I have to babysit, thus missing Xaymaca Night! I am so itching to get out of here. As I write, its !0:30 pm and by now Session Road has started with its first set. Solution....play reggae songs on WinAmp3 and create a Xaymaca-ish atmosphere in the office. Beer nga dyan! Oh well better than nothing!
Phew!!! Guess I'm really back to working life! Can't wait to have enough money to take a trip to Puerto Galera again! I just need to touch base with the sea and nature! Watch the sun set behind the Rockies.
If home is where the heart is....then Puerto Galera is home!
Finally I have time to surf and most of all blog! After 3 days of being stuck in a training room and listening to things I already know about (i trained with them when I was still new in the training team). I gets boring after a while. Now I'm back in our office with a view of Eastwood City! Beautiful!
HE'S BACK...After 8 months of finally moving on, i see him again. *Enter background song: Its All Coming Back to Me by Celine Dion. What really sucks, is I have to work with him and make their stay as pleasing as possible. The dilemna is...How can I be true to myself and still be professional enough to do my job? He has hurt my bestfriend. And now I have to endure being close to him? Not to mention I am at his beck and call. This is torture!!! We'll I'm not sure what acting professional is right now...but hey I'm doing my best!
PAMPANGA TRIP...This weekend I'm heading out to Pampanga with my higschoool barkada. Its Basti's (our barkada's first born son) christening. This is going to be a fun reunion! I'm not so sure I can stay overnight though! At least I get to see old friends and reminisce those formative highscool years!
ABSENCE...Since one of our clients are here, I have to babysit, thus missing Xaymaca Night! I am so itching to get out of here. As I write, its !0:30 pm and by now Session Road has started with its first set. Solution....play reggae songs on WinAmp3 and create a Xaymaca-ish atmosphere in the office. Beer nga dyan! Oh well better than nothing!
Phew!!! Guess I'm really back to working life! Can't wait to have enough money to take a trip to Puerto Galera again! I just need to touch base with the sea and nature! Watch the sun set behind the Rockies.
If home is where the heart is....then Puerto Galera is home!
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