Tuesday, August 31, 20049:01 AM
Life mocks me when there are several empty taxis at my doorstep and I took the car to work...
I still can't shake off this feeling... I can't help but feel agitated all the time, like I suddenly declared war against the world, and that no gay events manager should give me attitude about function room reservations or else there'll be hell to pay.
Ah freak! It's that time of the month again.
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Monday, August 30, 200411:01 AM
Amazing concert last night. It was the first time I actually felt comfortable onstage!
The intern left for the states last night too...
Is it really possible to feel elated and depressed at the same time?
Has my body suddenly turned Garfield and decided to hate Mondays with a vengeance? Seems like it. For the third consecutive Monday of this month, I got sick. First, the flu, then the eye hysteria, and now, food poisoning. What the hell is wrong with me?
It's the intern's last week. The office is planning a little despidida for him. Maybe this is why I'm getting sick all the time?
Ugh!
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Friday, August 20, 20049:01 AM
I realized that I haven't blogged about my job. I don't want to get into all the details since I'm using office time, but basically I coordinate trainings and I handle the material used during those trainings. I also do research when I'm not on the "field" (my field is usually the five-star hotels, mwehehe...) all for the sake of convincing corporations to practice corporate governance for the good of all.
Anyway, yesterday I was at a one-day orientation in Rockwell Club for UCC Cement handling a training for the Board of Directors and management. It wasn't part of my job description but I had to buy paracetamol for my boss since he was running a fever during his lecture (poor guy) and off I went into the powerplant mall in great haste. I felt self-conscious since some people couldn't help but stare at me. It was only then when I got back to the meeting room that I realized I had my name tag on. (drumbeat here).
I texted one of my guy friends and asked him why he wasn't texting or hanging out with me anymore just like we used to do back in college (I feel a great concern and worry thinking that I've been neglecting my friends since working in ICD). His reply: "It's a matter of commitment and jealousy". I actually don't know what to say about this one.
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Wednesday, August 18, 20049:14 AM
Try to get photographs when you're tipsy. Fun, right? Sure...
Especially when you forgot the settings for an indoor evening function that yours truly had to bother miss suplada (congratulations on the open water license btw, girl!) for them. I also had to make friends with the PDI photographer just to make sure I was doing everything right.
Its even most fun when you're worrying the day after (waking up with a cloudy brain that you just had to have coffee) if you cut off the heads and limbs of the subjects that you were supposed to shoot since God-knows-what-happened when you have two much spiked punch and red wine to drink. Damn was I thirsty!
I'm all dressed up for a meeting outside the office. Unfortunately, the person my boss and I were supposed to meet called up and postponed till Monday at 8:30 AM. Okay... getting me all dressed up in my Monday attire on casual Fridays is tolerable but getting up for an 8:30 meeting is cruel. Oh well... at least I look good in my new pants. :) Mababaw lang naman ang kaligayahan ko.
My right eye is now fine. The hole is sealed although the doc said that it won't be the last hole my retina is ever going to have. My retina is too thin (marupok daw!) and if I don't get it checked regularly it might detach. Anyway, the laser procedure took 20 minutes. My head was literally strapped on this thing and the doc just started shooting (like green continuous camera flashes). It was slightly uncomfortable but altogether painless. The only catch was that you have to stay still or else. And yes, of course, you have to wear this tag that says DILATE on it outside the laser room to let the medical technicians know you're dilating your eyes and to confuse the normal people that your mom was crazy enough to christen you DILATE when you were born. Imagine how scary it must have been to an ordinary person when they saw my very dilated right pupil and my normal tiny left one. Cheesey horror flick anyone?
Last night, my planned family-meeting-the-guy-of-my-dreams entrapment was foiled when the intern got lost in Greenbelt. I've only got until the 22nd to plan another one and this time I'll make sure he gets there. But really, how can anyone get lost in Greenbelt?
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Tuesday, August 03, 20042:31 PM
I'm having my right eye lasered tomorrow morning. Pray for me.
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Monday, August 02, 20046:15 PM
The intern seems to have developed a fondness for toron, the Filipino favorite snack (secretly my favorite since childhood). We walked to the nearest cluster of jolly jeeps a block away for a bag of them. He bought merienda for the whole office, nine pieces for a dollar he says after mentally computing the local price and peso-dollar equivalent rates.
He's learning words like sampu, ingat, salamat, sige po... And of course, I'm always the eager teacher ;) . Over lunch he's improving on his tilapia-eating skills. And of course, we all crack up when he asks questions like, "what does bobo mean?" because his Filipino cousins mischievously called him bobo despite his impressive knowledge of economics.
He's so adorable. It's really too bad he's taken.
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"There are things out there that I want to discover, that one day this will all make sense... I am searching for the meaning of this cosmic existence that we're in. And
probably when I find the answer, I'll go and look for the anti-thesis."
5 THINGS
1. I sing in the University Chorale of the University of Asia & the Pacific, and we swept four gold medals in Greece for our very first International Competition. I got to do my two absolute favorite things: singing and traveling.
2. Although I am an Alto Two, my range widens up to Soprano One when I am drunk. Think Charlotte Church's Flower Duet. (I think it has something to do with swallowing the diaper pin when I was a baby). Dancing barefoot in debut parties may also be expected.
3. I work in an non-government organization focused on private sector development. It involves sleepless nights in the office and the constant worry of displeasing a former Secretary of Finance. My other two bosses are harmless.
4. I like my men in uniform. The Military has always been a fascination of mine even before when I was finishing a BA degree in Political Economy.
5. I no longer watch The Bold and the Beautiful much to the joy of friends and family.
