my elective teacher is beginning to get in the way of my evening obsession : the piolo teleserye.
minsan tuloy, i'm regretting the fact that i took mba.
well, if only for his practical, meaningful pieces of advice, i would have totally dropped out of mba (an exaggeration of course)
one such advice:
feedbacks are the breakfast of the champions!
true.true.true.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
till closing time
one friday nite..
with no plans,
my high school friends, winespirits and pelicanbrief and officemate and dear friend, toni talked over iced tea, then coffee, then a few round of beers. we got home by 5am after crashing into chakiks, a bar along julia vargas ave, whose owner, toni knows and hence the privelege of staying till closing time haha!
an amazing nite, coz how often it is that two completely different circle of friends meet for the first time and in a few hours end up like really close friends.
when's the next party? oopps, no plans...
one friday nite..
with no plans,
my high school friends, winespirits and pelicanbrief and officemate and dear friend, toni talked over iced tea, then coffee, then a few round of beers. we got home by 5am after crashing into chakiks, a bar along julia vargas ave, whose owner, toni knows and hence the privelege of staying till closing time haha!
an amazing nite, coz how often it is that two completely different circle of friends meet for the first time and in a few hours end up like really close friends.
when's the next party? oopps, no plans...
Monday, April 24, 2006
Thursday, April 20, 2006
11 hours to naga
My easter break is a joy.
I did not have a bus reservation going home so on Wednesday morning, I found myself in the bus station as early as 630 to be a ‘chance passenger’.
Tin texted and hoped, the bus driver gives me a ‘chance’. I was given one. Though at the last row and beside the alternate driver who occupied part of my seat.
The traffic was heavy on holy Wednesday so I arrived in Naga 11 hours later --- my butt was hurting and my tummy and by then I was dying to get home --- and hug my niece.
official babysitter
I’m the official babysitter to my niece, jenny whenever I’m home. She hollers my name – to get her water, to bathe her, change her clothes, make her sleep, play with her --- in short, I was her favorite company (hurrah!).
sandgirl
On Saturday, we spent the nite over at a nearby beach resort along with auntie eden’s family. Such a restful and refreshing break.
Jenny was of course very excited because she loves the pool and calls the sea, a pool anyway, a bigger pool.
What was funny and weird was that she cannot set foot on the sand because she finds it dirty. Not even boracay when she and her mom went there months ago. So the whole time, she was either on the cottage bench or somebody has to carry her.
That night while my sister (her mom) was feeding her, I showed her excitedly how fun it was to dig one’s feet through the sand. I got through her and slowly she reached her feet to the sand --- and there in no time, she was playing on the sand, with the sand and we could not stop her. At 2 ½ years old, she finally learned to walk on the sand.
We stayed at the resort till Sunday noontime. Well that’s Easter Sunday and my sister’s bday too! Jenny sang her a happy birthday which she sang as ‘happy detday.’ It was hard to pull Jenny out from the waters --- she was so brave and would even insist to us to free her up.
Well, that just really magnifies the truth that she was indeed born (almost) on the beach. My sister was at the beach with the whole family when she was rushed to the hospital to labor. Water. Water.
Last Monday night, when I left for naga, I cant help but really really wish I had more time with jenny and my family. Miss them already.
My easter break is a joy.
I did not have a bus reservation going home so on Wednesday morning, I found myself in the bus station as early as 630 to be a ‘chance passenger’.
Tin texted and hoped, the bus driver gives me a ‘chance’. I was given one. Though at the last row and beside the alternate driver who occupied part of my seat.
The traffic was heavy on holy Wednesday so I arrived in Naga 11 hours later --- my butt was hurting and my tummy and by then I was dying to get home --- and hug my niece.
official babysitter
I’m the official babysitter to my niece, jenny whenever I’m home. She hollers my name – to get her water, to bathe her, change her clothes, make her sleep, play with her --- in short, I was her favorite company (hurrah!).
sandgirl
On Saturday, we spent the nite over at a nearby beach resort along with auntie eden’s family. Such a restful and refreshing break.
Jenny was of course very excited because she loves the pool and calls the sea, a pool anyway, a bigger pool.
What was funny and weird was that she cannot set foot on the sand because she finds it dirty. Not even boracay when she and her mom went there months ago. So the whole time, she was either on the cottage bench or somebody has to carry her.
That night while my sister (her mom) was feeding her, I showed her excitedly how fun it was to dig one’s feet through the sand. I got through her and slowly she reached her feet to the sand --- and there in no time, she was playing on the sand, with the sand and we could not stop her. At 2 ½ years old, she finally learned to walk on the sand.
We stayed at the resort till Sunday noontime. Well that’s Easter Sunday and my sister’s bday too! Jenny sang her a happy birthday which she sang as ‘happy detday.’ It was hard to pull Jenny out from the waters --- she was so brave and would even insist to us to free her up.
Well, that just really magnifies the truth that she was indeed born (almost) on the beach. My sister was at the beach with the whole family when she was rushed to the hospital to labor. Water. Water.
Last Monday night, when I left for naga, I cant help but really really wish I had more time with jenny and my family. Miss them already.
Friday, April 07, 2006
Saturday, February 04, 2006
Merlion Park at Singapore
...Despite unequal ways
Together they mutate
Explore the edges of harmony
Searched for a centre;
Have changed their gods;
Kept some memory of their past
In prayer, laughter, the way
Their women dress and greet
They hold the bright, the beautiful,
Good ancestral dreams
Within new visions,
So shining, urgent,
Full of what is new.
Perhaps having dealt in things
Surfeited on them.
Their spirit yearn again for images,
Adding to the dragon, phoenix,
Garuda, naga, those horses of the sun,
This lion of the sea
This image of themselves.
excerpt from Ulysses by the Merlion)
Saturday, January 28, 2006
One of the highlights of our trip was obviously staying at hangout.
And one of the really nice surprises for us, was the breakfast that they offered --- a tiny, simple but delicious buffet.
This is where we had it --- a very cozy, modern setting and with minimal designs.
The sausages and peanut butter on wheat bread were our favorites and their brewed coffee was awesome too – we would have 3-4 cups in one sitting and neither one of us would feel edgy -- we suddenly forgot all about starbucks and seattles and san francisco or ucc!
And one of the really nice surprises for us, was the breakfast that they offered --- a tiny, simple but delicious buffet.
This is where we had it --- a very cozy, modern setting and with minimal designs.
The sausages and peanut butter on wheat bread were our favorites and their brewed coffee was awesome too – we would have 3-4 cups in one sitting and neither one of us would feel edgy -- we suddenly forgot all about starbucks and seattles and san francisco or ucc!
Friday, January 27, 2006
First stop: Singapore
With who: toni, a.k.a the ‘life of the party’ and very dear friend
…as if we just went back to our province on a weekend.
We flew from manila to kl and landed in kl at 730p.
Took the airport cab going to puduraya bus station where we booked tickets going to Singapore.
It’s a 6-hour drive (plus 3 hours previously on the plane), we looked forward to sleeping on the bus. At 10pm, we were on board and ready to doze off. The bus is called ‘transnational’ --- a three-seater bus with comfy seats (just what we needed) just like the lazyboy seats you find in premium buses going to bicol.
We reached Singapore at around 4am and took a cab again, costs 150 pesos (or SG$4.6) going to hang-out hotel.
This hotel has a funny story with it haha! For one week, toni and I surfed the net for a hotel that we could stay in --- cheap but neat and safe, those were our requirements. When we asked andy, our british expat officemate, his exact words at our choice hotels were ‘shabby and dodgy’ word of advice: take hangout hotel, it’s a small backpackers’ hotel, a nice leafy area, and 10 minute walk from the orchard road.
So we took his advice and true enough, hangout hotel or more clearly now its called hang-out at Emily park is indeed such a nice, nice place!
this is our room - where we zonked out
and veg out...
With who: toni, a.k.a the ‘life of the party’ and very dear friend
…as if we just went back to our province on a weekend.
We flew from manila to kl and landed in kl at 730p.
Took the airport cab going to puduraya bus station where we booked tickets going to Singapore.
It’s a 6-hour drive (plus 3 hours previously on the plane), we looked forward to sleeping on the bus. At 10pm, we were on board and ready to doze off. The bus is called ‘transnational’ --- a three-seater bus with comfy seats (just what we needed) just like the lazyboy seats you find in premium buses going to bicol.
We reached Singapore at around 4am and took a cab again, costs 150 pesos (or SG$4.6) going to hang-out hotel.
This hotel has a funny story with it haha! For one week, toni and I surfed the net for a hotel that we could stay in --- cheap but neat and safe, those were our requirements. When we asked andy, our british expat officemate, his exact words at our choice hotels were ‘shabby and dodgy’ word of advice: take hangout hotel, it’s a small backpackers’ hotel, a nice leafy area, and 10 minute walk from the orchard road.
So we took his advice and true enough, hangout hotel or more clearly now its called hang-out at Emily park is indeed such a nice, nice place!
this is our room - where we zonked out
and veg out...
Sunday, November 20, 2005
Wednesday, November 16, 2005
practicality
i've been to several ukay-ukay lately and have been really happy, ecstatic is more like it (hehe) because of great finds!!! bags, blouses, cardigans... now, when i enter malls, i find everything exorbitantly priced.
there goes the 'miss practicality' side of me, at last, i finally found you.
i wonder how long this side of me will last --- hmm, for as long as there are generous people who expend their best kept things for sale.
i've been to several ukay-ukay lately and have been really happy, ecstatic is more like it (hehe) because of great finds!!! bags, blouses, cardigans... now, when i enter malls, i find everything exorbitantly priced.
there goes the 'miss practicality' side of me, at last, i finally found you.
i wonder how long this side of me will last --- hmm, for as long as there are generous people who expend their best kept things for sale.
Sunday, November 13, 2005
be vague
some people can really be mean with the words they say.
i went through my old cherished mails, and came across this:
'if you can't be kind with a person, then at least be vague'
That's what i'm trying to learn now so that someday i won't make the mistake of making a person feel the way that i'm feeling now towards someone who has been unkind to me and was so clear about it.
some people can really be mean with the words they say.
i went through my old cherished mails, and came across this:
'if you can't be kind with a person, then at least be vague'
That's what i'm trying to learn now so that someday i won't make the mistake of making a person feel the way that i'm feeling now towards someone who has been unkind to me and was so clear about it.
a lot of things have happened between me and this person --> she was my mentor, a leader i look up to. If there was one person who respected her the most, since the start and till now, that was no other than me. But if there was one person who would be most 'unable' to say face her now, that was also me.
perhaps, one day when time has healed the wounds (cliche but true), i would go see her and we would talk about how things are going with us --- and hopefully just laugh over what happened years back.
the only thing i'm certain of right now is that, as Toni (one of my few dearest friends at work) would say, He has a reason for making things happen as they did. and in due time we will know that reason as well.
perhaps, one day when time has healed the wounds (cliche but true), i would go see her and we would talk about how things are going with us --- and hopefully just laugh over what happened years back.
the only thing i'm certain of right now is that, as Toni (one of my few dearest friends at work) would say, He has a reason for making things happen as they did. and in due time we will know that reason as well.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Friday, October 21, 2005
i was at this bazaar last week and i bought this oshkosh pink dress for jenny,my niece who i adore so much. the lady had to ask me twice, "are you sure its for a two-year old girl?"
"yes"
"because that size is for a 5-year old"
so the next day, i was at my fone with my sister (jenny's mom) and i begged her to put my niece on diet, the pink dress might not fit her. Please?
"yes"
"because that size is for a 5-year old"
so the next day, i was at my fone with my sister (jenny's mom) and i begged her to put my niece on diet, the pink dress might not fit her. Please?
lately, life at work has been so emotionally draining, people around me are feeling TOO low and i get to hear their stories --- some asked for and some just given. i sometimes wish i can shut out my senses for just a few hours. then, i can feel myself back in shape.
i wonder how advice columnists do it --- people unburden their problems to them and carry them along with their own problems. is there a limit to how much problems we can carry ourselves?
i wonder how advice columnists do it --- people unburden their problems to them and carry them along with their own problems. is there a limit to how much problems we can carry ourselves?
