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2013 In Review: A Thanks to The Readers

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Hello dear followers! Wait, that didn’t sound right in my head. SCRATCH THAT.

Hey guys! ๐Ÿ™‚ It has been a while since I opened my email account so it’s only today that I found out about this special surprise and I just want to share it with all of you. ๐Ÿ™‚

This day didn’t not start very well. You see, I got up at 9 in the morning for my 12 noon meeting/first working day of the year only to find out that the meeting is actually at 10am. So you could imagine my horror when I read that text from a co-worker at exactly 930am. Oh how I wished I could fly to work or even teleport to the office but seeing that I live in the real world that’s just not gonna happen. Ever. So anywho, I was late and I had to pay the penalty of 500 pesos. What bothers me most is that, I wanted to be punctual this year! Not a very good start, don’t you think?

Then again, I have vowed to myself that 2014 is all about being optimistic and postive so I’m thinking it’s not about how you start, what matters is how you finish. So today I am finishing my day on a happy note with this wonderful 2013 blog stat report!

Nothing too grand but I’m actually happy with the results. Knowing that other people get to read what I write – other people meaning people not related to me and people living in another continent – and really appreciate it makes writing here a fulfilling hobby. And man, have I been looking for a hobby! Haha.

Anyways, I’d just like to thank you, whoever you are and wherever you are in the world, who gets to read my rants, musings, and non-sensical mumbo jumbos. Hopefully, the time you took away from your daily life reading about my simple life was worthwhile. Thanks for your time, you’re awesome! ๐Ÿ™‚

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The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 1,700 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 28 trips to carry that many people.

Click here to see the complete report.

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The Sign

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Last night, a plan to simply console a friend from losing a loved one became an adventure.

My friends and I went to a wake. Here in the Philippines, one of the superstitions is that one should not go straight home from a wake. You should go somewhere else to “shake off” the spirit or something.

With that ghost-haunting-you idea in our heads, we decided to follow the superstition (we’ve got nothing to loose anyway) and went straight to Mercato.

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The Midnight Mercato is located at The Fort in Taguig City. It’s a foodie’s haven! The place is full of awesome food ranging from sandwiches, grilled street food like isaw, desserts, nachos, and everything in between.

Anywho, so we went and found a spot where we can leave the car. Initially we saw a sign (why did we not follow the sign?!) that said: “Notice: Your vehicle has been towed). Although there was a sign, we saw a long line of cars parked on the very same curb soย we thought, what the hell, let’s park here!

After a few hours, seeing that it’s already passed 1AM, and we’ve accomplished “shaking off the spirit” and stuffing our faces with Takuyaki, Isaw, and Frankfurter sandwiches, we decided to head home.

When we got to the spot, TADA! The car was nowhere to be found! All the cars were missing, dafuq. ย So we’re guessing, the sign was really there for a reason. HAHA! A guard on duty told us that the cars were, of course as it was a towing zone according to the sign, towed. We found this:

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Dear Illegal Parkers,
What in the world were y’all thinking? This is a tow-away zone, obviously.
Love,
Towing Services

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The Ginormous Sign that we apparently missed. HAHA!

By now, we were all laughing at our slight, alright severe, lapse of judgment by illegally parking on a curb that said we weren’t allowed to park. So there we were, 4 laughing twenty-somethings, walking towards the other side of Bonifacio Global City. Good thing, I wore flip flops.

The office was located deep inside a bus parking space/warehouse/abandoned terminal. It was like walking into a bad Pinoy action flick. Anywho, when we reached the office, the enforcer asked my friend:

Enforcer: Sir, hindi nyo ho ba nakita yung sign? (Sir, did you not see the sign?)

My Friend: Eh kasi Sir, akala namin joke lang. (Ahm Sir, we thought it was a joke.)

Enforcer: (laughs)

The enforcer probably thought we were out of our minds. HAHA. It was a great experience though. Something for the history books. It was like the equivalent of getting arrested. My heart skipped a beat when I saw that all the cars were missing. Although, we were charged a hefty sum and our friend’s license was confiscated, we all actually learned something valuable: PAY ATTENTION TO THE SIGN!, we did have a nice time, in spite of everything. Trust my friends to make every experience a memorable one.ย I wouldn’t want to share the car-towing moment with anybody else. ๐Ÿ™‚

A night to remember. :)

Finally, the reunion with the car aka “caru”. ๐Ÿ˜›

Let The FEB-ulous Challenge Begin!

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Feb-ulous Challenge Day 1

Aaah. The love month has arrived again. Time really flies.

February is probably one of people’s, especially those in lurve, favorite month next to December. There is a sure overflow of flowers, chocolates, cuddly stuffed toys, exchange of googley eyes, cheesy-ness, and love sickness in the air.

As a tribute to the love month – and honestly as a distraction for myself – i’m challenging myself to another post-a-day challenge just like what I did for my August 2012: 1PAD Challenge. For this month, I will write one post everyday about things/people/or whatever random thing it is that I love. So let the “FEB-ulous Challenge” begin! ๐Ÿ™‚

I LOVE riding the train.

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I know, I know, I’ve ranted a few times about how it sucked to ride the train (or commute for that matter) to and from school or work but I guess it’s a love/hate relationship. Well 8 out of the 10 times I take the train is still a good enough experience that I wouldn’t trade for say, an hour and a half bus ride along EDSA on a regular day. The train saves me a lot of time especially now that I work far and I mean really faaaaar from my house.

The best thing about it would probably be the people I ride the train with. Yes, there are the shoving types and and the stupid commuters, and it’s bothersome but if you’ve been commuting for most of your life, just like myself, you just get a laugh out of the stupid and sometimes crazy things that people do inside the train and think to yourself: “seriously?! dafuq?!”.

Here in the Philippines (for the benefit of my 3 non-Pinoy readers out of my 16 followers – thank you guys so much!), there’s a separate car for the males and females. I usually ride the first car together with all the girls, preggers, oldies, and the kids. The other day, as I sat in my usual spot, a kid with his dad entered and stood beside me. I didn’t offer my seat because I won’t get off until the last station and my bag was heavy (conscience says: woooo! EXCUSES!!! haha) anywho, the little boy stood there holding on to a hand rail. I found him really cute until he… started LICKING THE HAND RAIL! It was gross on so many levels and not only that, when the train stopped on one station, the little boy stooped down and touched the train’s floor. And worst, after touching the floor, he curiously looked at his dirty fingers and… LICKED IT! Seriously, kid?!ย The dad didn’t even stop him! (What the hell is wrong with parents these days?!) I had to close my eyes behind my shades and looked out the window after that. Poor kid. I don’t know if he’s hungry, bored, or both.

You’ll never know what kids are gonna do inside a train. They can be really cute with their big eyes just looking at you, annoying with their bawling inside the enclosed premises of the train, or be gross just like that little boy. Trains, kids, and their boredom and curiosity.ย  You just gotta love em.

Deer Caught in the Headlights

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It has been a very interesting week at The Office.

I am, I must admit, still learning the ropes. Writing my very first birthday VTR for a big celebrity kinda intimidated me. The script I made was revised and was approved. Unfortunately, it had to be overhauled so technically the VTR that aired wasn’t the one I wrote. But then again, who cares now, right?! On a positive note though, I at least know now that I can write a decent one even though it didn’t air.

This week, I also did another first by flooring (meaning holding the idiot boards for the host to read) the shoot of that very first VTR. Flooring sounds so easy, right? But it’s not. When you floor, you are basically the prompter. You have to be quick and you have to have steady hands. I haven’t done it up until yesterday so imagine my horror when I learned that none of the senior writers will be there plus an infamous director will do the shoot. I must have done something right though because luckily, there are people in the shoot who were very helpful and supportive. In the end, I survived my first VTR shoot. PHEW!

Coming from a marketing and sales background (although I’m a Communications Major. Yeah I know, the career path is sort of weird. haha!), I am at times like a deer caught in the headlights at my new work. It’s understandable, I guess. I try not to be too harsh on myself when I don’t get things right. Every task is a challenge these days. Everything is just so foreign as of the moment and I think there’ll be a lot of firsts that’ll be coming my way this year… ABANGAN!

To get a better understanding of my situation, here’s a visual peg for ya!

And I was like: HUH??

And I was like: HUH??

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Today, I also did flooring for the live show for the first time and as a souvenir, I got a paper cut. OUCH! Something to remind me of this very interesting week.

Blame It On The Aaaaaalcohol

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I’m on sick leave today.

The verdict will be next week and I’ve been doing shitty articles since Monday. You know what’s funny. I’m seated beside the editors and I can see them stroke their faces, or touch their temples, and put their hands together as if praying out of frustration. Damn! I might have really written down some stupid stuff. Haha!

Here’s what happened. I was writing an article for plumbing. Again. When the editor called me over. There was a confusion about certain terms I used for a product data management company (yeah, i know, what the hell does that company do?!). When I was writing that one, I must admit I was a little hung over still from my night out with my high school friends and this guy:

 

It was a really fun day, I must admit, BUT i kinda paid for it the day after. At work. So anyway, I was writing the article and I couldn’t think of juicy things to put in. The tequila was running in my veins, I was sleepy as hell, and my mind is occupied with all the singing, bowling, eating, and drinking that we did the night before (it was really awesome, though :)).

Tuesday came and I’m still a little bit out of it. It took me two hours to come up with a legit article for mortgages and loans. I’m sort of sucking right now. The editors always say that my sentences are too long with a whole lot of ideas in them and that I don’t let the reader breath. –> just like this one. Haha!

I don’t resent them ย though. If I’d been there a few years back, I maybe would feel really bad for the criticisms but right now I think, they’re just doing their jobs. It’s nothing personal. I can’t be good at everything. I guess you have to be bad at it first before it gets better.

I don’t know if it’s still the tequila talking but i just needed time off of the roofing, plumbing, car dealerships stuff. Plus, I was really feeling sick this morning. Pinky promise. I don’t expect you to understand or like this post. I just gotta say it. Or post it? If I don’t get to sign another contract next week, I’m okay with that. If I do get to sign one though, I guess I’ll have to suck it up for a good 6 months before flaking out. The small talks are painful but the hours can be fast. If there’s some things I learned this week/weekend it’s this:

1. I suck at bowling.

2. I hate mortgages and loans.

3. The elevator rides in my new office building suck.

4.ย Never EVER drink tequila on a Sunday night. Cause payback’s a bitch.

AND

5. A hang over is worth it if you did the shots with old friends. ๐Ÿ™‚

PS. If you’re thinking about the point of all of this, stop. Just stop. Because it doesn’t have any. Mmkay. Thanks. Bye.

 

Table for One

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1 Post A Day Challenge – Entry #30

I hate eating alone in public. It seemed sad to eat among groups of people chatting away and laughing with their fast food and coรฑo accents. When I think about it, I probably got that “trauma” way back in high school. Freshman year, I got into a word war with a pushy classmate and I ended up eating lunch alone while they stared and obviously whispered about me. So yeah, I think that’s where I got that from.

Anyway, I finally faced that “fear” and have been eating out alone for a couple of days. I actually don’t have a choice. The job hunt has pushed me to do it. It’s either I eat alone or faint because of hunger. The other day, I ate at this pasta place I really liked. I was seated beside two girls chatting loudly in between spoonfuls of ravioli.

Girl 1: It was like a double date like the four of us.

Girl 2: (Nodding)

Girl 1: Kaya lang he lives like far from me. So where are we gonna go for the next date?

Girl 2: Oh yeah! That’s like suuuuper difficult.

Girl 1: I know right?!

Ermahgerd! Like seriously?! Haha. I know I shouldn’t be eavesdropping but as much as I don’t want to hear it, they were really loud. Plus, I didn’t get anything from that conversation so I guess it doesn’t count as eavesdropping at all. Today’s solo lunch was a bit better. I sat near the windows and people watched. Eating alone was sort of therapeutic, I guess. Much like the walk-a-thon I blogged about a few days ago. Before, in school we all had the impression that being alone is sad because we all equated happiness to the number of people who were around us or the friends (whether true or not) who sat with us during lunch. Back then, it didn’t matter if the “friends” you were with actually cared about what you think and actually got to know you. What was important was that you laughed along with their not funny jokes, you seemed interested about who’s dating who, and the fact thatย you belonged in a group (thus, the sad truth about cliques).

It’s an emotional/psychological breakthrough, isn’t it? Once again, I am reminded of the importance of spending time with yourself. I have a lot of friends and I love them a lot but sometimes I need to take a break from being the clown or the therapist and just sit there, eat a good meal, and not be thinking about which topics to talk about next while we finish our cheese burgers. Just plain comfortable silence.

Three People You Meet In… The Grocery

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1 Post A Day Challenge – ENTRY #25

I went grocery shopping with my parents today. My brother is usually the one who goes with them but he’s somewhere doing something for his wedding so I’m on duty for parents-sitting. ๐Ÿ™‚ I hate going to the grocery. I know it’s something that girls should be delighted to do because it’s a sort of shopping but I don’t like it very much. It’s not really because of the task but mostly because of the people you shop with.

3 Types of Grocery Shoppers

1. Slowpokes

People tend to pace themselves in the grocery which is perfectly fine, I think. Sometimes though, it gets irritating because, really, how long does it take for you to decide which cooking oil or detergent you’re gonna get. They really take their time and end up hogging a portion of the isle.

2. Child Laborers

You can’t blame parents who bring kids to the grocery. They have their reasons, maybe there are no sitters or it’s a family thing, it don’t know but what sucks is if they can’t control their kids. I especially hate it when they allow their kids to push the carts. It’s too big or too heavy (if it’s already full) for them. They’ll just end up banging someone’s knees or roll over somebody’s toes. Imagine the cart as your car, would you allow your kids to drive it? It’s a grocery not a play ground. Sheesh.

3. Carefree Peeps

The isles in the grocery stores are not as big as we all would like it to be. It usually just fits 2 carts for a 2-way traffic along isles. It pisses me off when the people just leave their carts in the middle of the isle to get whatever it is that they’re getting. They just don’t give a shiz. Then they create an obstruction in the isle and causes, can you believe it, traffic. Traffic inside the grocery, great, as if we don’t have enough of that outside.

I just don’t get it why some people are the way they are. Some even have their grandparents, who can barely walk, with them inside the grocery. Seriously?! I feel bad that they have to walk through every isle with their canes and with the speed of 2 out of 5. There are also these kids who are on the verge of throwing a fit. When they finally do. It’s a spectacle, seeing a child kicking and screaming because their mom didn’t get them that cereal or that candy bar. Maybe grocery shopping is fun. There’s action, drama, and comedy! I mean you get to see people make a fool out of themselves with their slight lapse in etiquette and the kids publicly humiliate their parents. It doesn’t get any better than that.

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