I signed in on my YM yesterday and was a little surprised to received an immediate message from Nery, the Cost Controller of G Hotel Manila (that's by Waterfront, of course!). She said she's in Singapore right now and will be back on the 30th yet.
We chatted, like crazy people that we are, with topics like work, love life, and what the heck she was doing in Singapore, hehehe. She said she was just touring around, looking for a prospective new career. Hmmmm.... Does that mean...? ;)
Anyway, so we chatted along, and later on the discussion she mentioned she's gonna bring home something for me. Cool! Yey! Hehehe, thanks gurl... Miss you.
So that's my good morning post for you guys & gals who really kinda try their best to keep on visiting my blog. Take care of yourselves always. God bless you!
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Friday, August 24, 2007
WHO did That?!
Hmmm, seems like my readers know how to follow a click-through story, huh?
Ok, anyway, my mom and i had a chat through SMS last night (that's text messaging, Philippines is kinda known to spend a lot for text messaging...) and were on our usual how-are-you-I'm-fine-thank-you kinda questions up until a point where she decided to tell me a kinda eerie story.
Our house has two floors. It used to be a storehouse, that's why it's kinda spacious. Anyway, the lower floor is where we keep most of the things we don't use anymore.
Stories about that house have been circulating since I was in college - stories of personal experiences with the paranormal. They say a man lives there, others say it's a boy, like a 3 or 5 year old toddler. But my mom says otherwise. She says both.
My mom has this knack for the paranormal, sometimes she feels things that we consider creepy and sometimes she even sees them. I find it bizarre and annoying sometimes because it just gives me the creeps.
Although I've had an experience with it once, like it was already 11pm and only mom and I were still awake. My brother is sound asleep and dad was still out of the house and we'd know he already arrived when we hear the sound of his motorbike and hear his footsteps up on the stairs.
So we were chatting our silly chat and then we kinda went quiet for a while and then... We both heard heavy footsteps walking up the stairs and the hook and eye attached to this swinging wood doorlet (it was small so I'll call it a 'doorlet') was being played with or I think unlocked or something. "Ma, daddy's here..."
"Are you sure? I don't think so." And then she smiled. I cringed! Oh my God, so I ran to the door and looked outside to check if dad's bike was already there and to see if there really was someone by the stairs.
Sh*t! There was no one there, not a bike, not a person, not my dad, no one! I ran back to the bed with my mom and felt really cold. Mom said I was so pale she thought I saw a ghost. Understatement?
So let's go back to my mom's recent adventure. She said it was a rainy afternoon, as in it was literally raining hard. My dad was already asleep on the bed and mom, for all her craziness, went downstairs and set up her bunk there to have her afternoon siesta also. She says what she remembered was that although it was a little cold because of the rain she did not use any blanket to cover herself. And what's interesting was that when she woke up, she already had a blanket on!
So I told her, as logically as it seems, that maybe you pulled up a blanket subconsciously because you were already cold, or maybe it was daddy who covered you up, besides she also said she dreamt of dad all the while, I just forgot to ask what the dream was about. Know what her reply was? "Dad's still upstairs when I woke up. He was snoring."
Goodness! Meaning?! Oh, how creepy! So I asked her what she did. Mom said her hairs were on its ends and she cringed at the thought that something covered her with the blanket so she hurriedly went upstairs and laid down beside dad. Hehehe.... :) I think she didn't mention anything to daddy because dad's also a scaredycat. :)
Creepy huh? Crazy, too.
Hehehe! 'Til next post! :)
Ok, anyway, my mom and i had a chat through SMS last night (that's text messaging, Philippines is kinda known to spend a lot for text messaging...) and were on our usual how-are-you-I'm-fine-thank-you kinda questions up until a point where she decided to tell me a kinda eerie story.
Our house has two floors. It used to be a storehouse, that's why it's kinda spacious. Anyway, the lower floor is where we keep most of the things we don't use anymore.
Stories about that house have been circulating since I was in college - stories of personal experiences with the paranormal. They say a man lives there, others say it's a boy, like a 3 or 5 year old toddler. But my mom says otherwise. She says both.
My mom has this knack for the paranormal, sometimes she feels things that we consider creepy and sometimes she even sees them. I find it bizarre and annoying sometimes because it just gives me the creeps.
Although I've had an experience with it once, like it was already 11pm and only mom and I were still awake. My brother is sound asleep and dad was still out of the house and we'd know he already arrived when we hear the sound of his motorbike and hear his footsteps up on the stairs.
So we were chatting our silly chat and then we kinda went quiet for a while and then... We both heard heavy footsteps walking up the stairs and the hook and eye attached to this swinging wood doorlet (it was small so I'll call it a 'doorlet') was being played with or I think unlocked or something. "Ma, daddy's here..."
"Are you sure? I don't think so." And then she smiled. I cringed! Oh my God, so I ran to the door and looked outside to check if dad's bike was already there and to see if there really was someone by the stairs.
Sh*t! There was no one there, not a bike, not a person, not my dad, no one! I ran back to the bed with my mom and felt really cold. Mom said I was so pale she thought I saw a ghost. Understatement?
So let's go back to my mom's recent adventure. She said it was a rainy afternoon, as in it was literally raining hard. My dad was already asleep on the bed and mom, for all her craziness, went downstairs and set up her bunk there to have her afternoon siesta also. She says what she remembered was that although it was a little cold because of the rain she did not use any blanket to cover herself. And what's interesting was that when she woke up, she already had a blanket on!
So I told her, as logically as it seems, that maybe you pulled up a blanket subconsciously because you were already cold, or maybe it was daddy who covered you up, besides she also said she dreamt of dad all the while, I just forgot to ask what the dream was about. Know what her reply was? "Dad's still upstairs when I woke up. He was snoring."
Goodness! Meaning?! Oh, how creepy! So I asked her what she did. Mom said her hairs were on its ends and she cringed at the thought that something covered her with the blanket so she hurriedly went upstairs and laid down beside dad. Hehehe.... :) I think she didn't mention anything to daddy because dad's also a scaredycat. :)
Creepy huh? Crazy, too.
Hehehe! 'Til next post! :)
Cold Friday Morning
Good Morning, it's kinda cold, ain't it?
Think it rained during the wee hours of the night because when I went out of the house to hurry for work (I was thinking I'm already very late!), I noticed that the paths were wet, and the walkway going to our office building had pools of water on them.
Hmmm, officially, I had breakfast. Not a fancy one though, just a small pack of chips and a bottle of Soya milk (I used to not like soya milk, but now, I'm kinda crazy about it). Anyway, after finishing off the salt dust on the tips of my forefinger, I went into the office and checked my emails and decided to update my blog again. I just love writing down my feelings or just spending time sharing my thoughts and life to hundreds of people that I don't know. Talk about passion!
But the thing is, my fingers are kinda stiff. Why? Because! The darn aircon again is driving me nuts! I'm not an airconditioning unit kinda gal, an I hate too much cold, especially if I don't have someone to hug me through it. Anyway, my hands are getting the hang of it because I'm typing. :)
Hehehe! Why don't you go to my next post (WHO did That?!) because I have an interesting story there that I got from my mom. :p Ciao!
Think it rained during the wee hours of the night because when I went out of the house to hurry for work (I was thinking I'm already very late!), I noticed that the paths were wet, and the walkway going to our office building had pools of water on them.
Hmmm, officially, I had breakfast. Not a fancy one though, just a small pack of chips and a bottle of Soya milk (I used to not like soya milk, but now, I'm kinda crazy about it). Anyway, after finishing off the salt dust on the tips of my forefinger, I went into the office and checked my emails and decided to update my blog again. I just love writing down my feelings or just spending time sharing my thoughts and life to hundreds of people that I don't know. Talk about passion!
But the thing is, my fingers are kinda stiff. Why? Because! The darn aircon again is driving me nuts! I'm not an airconditioning unit kinda gal, an I hate too much cold, especially if I don't have someone to hug me through it. Anyway, my hands are getting the hang of it because I'm typing. :)
Hehehe! Why don't you go to my next post (WHO did That?!) because I have an interesting story there that I got from my mom. :p Ciao!
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
Dump Him, Dump Him Not
I've been looking at my blogstats and what a surprise, most hits came from the post related to dumping the guy... Hmmmm... Seems like it's a common dilemma, huh?
Well, I'm not an expert, nor do I consider myself one. I just have had this experience of a really terrible break-up, and came to realize that all the tell-tale signs (well at least the common ones almost always mentioned in advice columns...) were present but I was just so blinded by my efforts (at least I felt I tried) of trying to patch things up that I didn't quite notice 'em.
So in summary, and also based on my experience, some of the signs that your relationship may be on the verge of a rocky part or is almost at the point of self-destruction are the following:
1. Changes in behavior. This may include sudden interest in new perfumes/scents, new shirts, new pants, or possible new looks that may or may not it him. Sometimes, these guys might even ask you for advice. And at times, even when he's just going somewhere around the corner, he stops for a while and takes time to wear his perfume and comb his hair (given that he isn't this usually conscious about how he looked or smelled).
2. More comments on your attitudes/behavior/physical appearance. So far as I've read in articles in the internet, this is one way a guy tries to pick a fight on you. Most probably because he knows that when you're almost at the brink of exploding, you almost always never fail to ask for a break-up, and so he does it. Starts a fight, hoping against all hope that you will, ask - rather command - that you part ways.
3. Noticeably Busier that Before. Of course, the tendency is that we will surely notice, ask why, and yet believe whatever he tells us, right? Well girls, time for you to stop and think - is he telling you the truth? Suddenly he's so busy he forgets to drop you a line or even send an SMS? Hmmmm, something fishy....
4. Finally, when you tell him that you think you should break up, he doesn't say a word and just leaves you alone.
There.... Good enough?
Take care.... :)
Well, I'm not an expert, nor do I consider myself one. I just have had this experience of a really terrible break-up, and came to realize that all the tell-tale signs (well at least the common ones almost always mentioned in advice columns...) were present but I was just so blinded by my efforts (at least I felt I tried) of trying to patch things up that I didn't quite notice 'em.
So in summary, and also based on my experience, some of the signs that your relationship may be on the verge of a rocky part or is almost at the point of self-destruction are the following:
1. Changes in behavior. This may include sudden interest in new perfumes/scents, new shirts, new pants, or possible new looks that may or may not it him. Sometimes, these guys might even ask you for advice. And at times, even when he's just going somewhere around the corner, he stops for a while and takes time to wear his perfume and comb his hair (given that he isn't this usually conscious about how he looked or smelled).
2. More comments on your attitudes/behavior/physical appearance. So far as I've read in articles in the internet, this is one way a guy tries to pick a fight on you. Most probably because he knows that when you're almost at the brink of exploding, you almost always never fail to ask for a break-up, and so he does it. Starts a fight, hoping against all hope that you will, ask - rather command - that you part ways.
3. Noticeably Busier that Before. Of course, the tendency is that we will surely notice, ask why, and yet believe whatever he tells us, right? Well girls, time for you to stop and think - is he telling you the truth? Suddenly he's so busy he forgets to drop you a line or even send an SMS? Hmmmm, something fishy....
4. Finally, when you tell him that you think you should break up, he doesn't say a word and just leaves you alone.
There.... Good enough?
Take care.... :)
Choose-day Hues
Hmmm, I chose to play with my hair today and decided to go to the office with curls. Although my hair is a lot shorter than before - due to braincell breakdown, I was so excited to get a haircut, and now I'm kinda dreading it. Anyway, so as I said, I went to the office with curls on.
It's not much of a fuss, I just like the feeling of having a little curl in my hair. Besides, it wasn't only me who arrived in the office with changes made to their locks.
My "boss" also had her hair done. The usual side part was now in the middle. And the usual salon-done straight hair was renewed, with a little color red - the same hue you notice on recently-done hair. Hmmm, I wasn't quite overwhelmed by the change, although I admit, I was curious enough to notice that even a change in where the hair is parted can give such a different effect on the face of the wearer. Well, some changes are for the better, others are well, for the good.
Okay, so I just saw my boss rushing out of the office, I wonder where she's going. Think she's going to see her doctor again. She seems to be so stressed nowadays that all her organs seem to be having something wrong. Terrible. But well, it was and still is her choice to be so stressed over some things that concerns the whole company. She might as well be as stressed as the President himself!
So let's deviate a bit. What else do I need to update you with? hmmmm.... Oh, we already saw the Bourne Ultimatum. We even had
So okay, let's forgive the guys, because in all fairness, they were a little good-looking, although they just were so buffed they seemed like bodybuilders.
After about 10-15 minutes of standing in line, we went with the flow of the people and entered the cinema, and quietly watched the trailers. But then flashed something that puzzled us - the logo of Star Cinema. Oh my gosh. It was "A Love Story". We were in the wrong darn cinema! How could that be? Teresa was going nuts reasoning out with Faye & me when we really didn't ask her to do so, nor did we blame her. She even pointed at the big guys who were just sitting right in front of us and she was saying, "Sa tingin mo manunuod ng Love Story yang mga lalaking yan?!"
And the obvious answer? - "Haler? Obvious bah? Here they are, right? Not even a single opposition that Love Story was already starting! So that only means that they really are watching the right movie, and since only the three of us are puzzled, then I strongly conclude that we are the ones lost! Tingin mo sa laki ng mga taong yan di yan magrereklamo kung mali yung pinapanuod nila?!" {whew! I can never be too harsh when I'm writing... hehehe!}
So what Faye did was she stood up, asked the people looking over at the entrance whether we can still go the other cinema, Cinema 3, the correct one mind you. Teresa was still trying to defend herself by reasoning out, duh. Get over it, dear, we were lost... Hehehe!
Eventually when we have already transferred, watched the correct movie, and finished our popcorn, Teresa was calm. She enjoyed the movie, even laughed at herself for what happened to us. Faye was also laughing. So therefore, we enjoyed our movie. :)
Cheers!
It's not much of a fuss, I just like the feeling of having a little curl in my hair. Besides, it wasn't only me who arrived in the office with changes made to their locks.
My "boss" also had her hair done. The usual side part was now in the middle. And the usual salon-done straight hair was renewed, with a little color red - the same hue you notice on recently-done hair. Hmmm, I wasn't quite overwhelmed by the change, although I admit, I was curious enough to notice that even a change in where the hair is parted can give such a different effect on the face of the wearer. Well, some changes are for the better, others are well, for the good.
Okay, so I just saw my boss rushing out of the office, I wonder where she's going. Think she's going to see her doctor again. She seems to be so stressed nowadays that all her organs seem to be having something wrong. Terrible. But well, it was and still is her choice to be so stressed over some things that concerns the whole company. She might as well be as stressed as the President himself!
So let's deviate a bit. What else do I need to update you with? hmmmm.... Oh, we already saw the Bourne Ultimatum. We even had
this bloopers moment when we went into the movie house. Like we were so confident that we we're lining up for the right cinema, that is Cinema 2, because that is what Teresa remembered - as what Faye told her - so we just lined up. I had no idea which cinema it really is because I was kinda away taking care of the food (butter-flavored popcorn, yummy...) and also because there was a bunch of big guys who were also lining up for the same movie who all kept on eating and munching away their movie food.Sa tingin mo manunuod ng Love Story yang mga lalaking yan?!
So okay, let's forgive the guys, because in all fairness, they were a little good-looking, although they just were so buffed they seemed like bodybuilders.
After about 10-15 minutes of standing in line, we went with the flow of the people and entered the cinema, and quietly watched the trailers. But then flashed something that puzzled us - the logo of Star Cinema. Oh my gosh. It was "A Love Story". We were in the wrong darn cinema! How could that be? Teresa was going nuts reasoning out with Faye & me when we really didn't ask her to do so, nor did we blame her. She even pointed at the big guys who were just sitting right in front of us and she was saying, "Sa tingin mo manunuod ng Love Story yang mga lalaking yan?!"
And the obvious answer? - "Haler? Obvious bah? Here they are, right? Not even a single opposition that Love Story was already starting! So that only means that they really are watching the right movie, and since only the three of us are puzzled, then I strongly conclude that we are the ones lost! Tingin mo sa laki ng mga taong yan di yan magrereklamo kung mali yung pinapanuod nila?!" {whew! I can never be too harsh when I'm writing... hehehe!}
So what Faye did was she stood up, asked the people looking over at the entrance whether we can still go the other cinema, Cinema 3, the correct one mind you. Teresa was still trying to defend herself by reasoning out, duh. Get over it, dear, we were lost... Hehehe!
this is Faye
and this is me with Teresa
Eventually when we have already transferred, watched the correct movie, and finished our popcorn, Teresa was calm. She enjoyed the movie, even laughed at herself for what happened to us. Faye was also laughing. So therefore, we enjoyed our movie. :)
Cheers!
Saturday, August 18, 2007
Saturday....
Today seems to be just another day... or so I thought.
I'm having my pre-lunch break coffee and I've always loved the warm feeling of that hot liquid traveling down your throat to your tummy. Although at times it hurts, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.... ( I remember Bambi with the 'fuzzy' word, she used to have that oh my fuzzy wuzzy expression which totally annoys Choochoo...)
Anyway, as I've said I'm having my coffee and it just hit me that all the while I was thinking that today is just another day for me. But deep inside I know it's not gonna be ordinary. I have this
funny feeling that I will face a problem or an annoying thought or event of some sort within the day because I was feeling light and, allow me to use the term, "happy" when I woke up this morning.
Crazy as it sounds, but I've actually proven this weird theory for myself and some other friends have also attested to such a fact that when at one point of the day you were all smiles and laughter and happy thoughts, whether by yourself of with other people, the next thing that happens is you face a problem that will totally wreck your idea of a happy day. It sometimes will make you cry or just annoyingly sad or depressed, but the next day, it's gone. Hmmm, totally strange, but still...
I just hope that nothing of that sort ruins my day today because... I dunno... I just feel... light and maybe dreamy or something. Hmmm, I'll choose the "or something".... :)
I'm having my pre-lunch break coffee and I've always loved the warm feeling of that hot liquid traveling down your throat to your tummy. Although at times it hurts, it makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.... ( I remember Bambi with the 'fuzzy' word, she used to have that oh my fuzzy wuzzy expression which totally annoys Choochoo...)
Anyway, as I've said I'm having my coffee and it just hit me that all the while I was thinking that today is just another day for me. But deep inside I know it's not gonna be ordinary. I have this
funny feeling that I will face a problem or an annoying thought or event of some sort within the day because I was feeling light and, allow me to use the term, "happy" when I woke up this morning.
Crazy as it sounds, but I've actually proven this weird theory for myself and some other friends have also attested to such a fact that when at one point of the day you were all smiles and laughter and happy thoughts, whether by yourself of with other people, the next thing that happens is you face a problem that will totally wreck your idea of a happy day. It sometimes will make you cry or just annoyingly sad or depressed, but the next day, it's gone. Hmmm, totally strange, but still...
I just hope that nothing of that sort ruins my day today because... I dunno... I just feel... light and maybe dreamy or something. Hmmm, I'll choose the "or something".... :)
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