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Thursday, 28 February 2008
Idle
I need to practice yoga again. Or at the very least, engage in some form of exercise.
And avoid eating heavy lunches.
I'm so sleepy. Ack.
posted by Anonymous @ 14:54
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Wednesday, 27 February 2008
Elevators
Really. What is it with him, me and elevators? Hahaha.
Great day ahead! :D
Deadline for a sideline this afternoon--I'm way behind but I'll deliver. Research needed for an EB article I'm supposed to submit tomorrow. Shop for a Turquoise blouse later at Rockwell or Glorietta for this weekend's event. Write article the whole night. Lunch meeting with Don and Dax, will probably last two hours so I'm cutting my breakfast break short! Waaah. Where is Leah??
And tomorrow's first coaches training session--will probably last all night. Then again, how would I know? I've never attended one. LOL
Talked with C yesterday. I'm really glad we paired up. This is going to be an awesome summer! :)
The heat, though, I find unbearable. Especially when I have to wear something layered for work--aircon in the office is subzero. Freezing. Brrr.
Alright, have had my daily blog fix. Work work work! :)
posted by Anonymous @ 08:54
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Tuesday, 26 February 2008
Karma is a reclining bus seat
Last weekend was a blast. I had fun lolling around in Zambales with my brunas. It was an adventure, straight out of a Mexican flick. Well, the mini non-airconditioned bus-ride we took to Candelaria anyway (we had to transfer buses). The scenery outside was reminiscent of that bus ride Ugly Betty took during her trip to Mexico with Hilda. As in I half expected chickens to start running across the aisle chasing fruits that fell out of the crate of some fruit vendor. Wehehe and the bus had wooden seats! And my seat happened to be right above the bus' engine. I felt my flipflops struggling not to melt.
Anyway, will blog about it as soon as I upload the photos. In the meantime, check out my travel blog, Moo With Me. Yes shameless plug. I wrote about Siquijor. :D
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Proof karma exists:
We transferred buses in Olongapo City to get to Pasay. There was a slightly long queue at the ticket booth and my friends and I were chatting animatedly about something. We went to stand behind the person we thought came before us--we were mistaken because apparently the line was not really a line. It took a curve right behind that person.
We were not aware of this until this really horrible woman wearing a large gold tacky headband and an even larger brown hair clamp announced rather loudly, "Hoy Miss, dito ang pila."
She could've been nicer. It wasn't like we cut in line intentionally, we were just not aware about it. She did not have to be rude nor did she have to raise her overplucked eyebrows and roll her red, bloodshot eyes at us! Hmmm...maybe she was just tired. Haha anyway, we just said 'ok' and fell in line behind her. She was really seething, which was amusing. Wonder what was eating her?? LOL
So there I was thinking I wouldn't be seeing her again anytime soon. But the moment I stepped onto the bus and located seat number 26, lo and behold, who would be sitting in seat 27 but Gold Headband Brown Clamp Lady!
I had to pass through her and I swear it wasn't intentional (it wasn't! it wasn't!) but my bag hit her face! I mumbled my apologies (hey it wasn't that hard, wag siyang mag-inarte!) and went to take my seat beside her thinking all the while that *slightly evil laugh here* karma really existed!
Karma proved to be a bitch.
If getting hit on the face with a bag wasn't bad enough, Gold Headband Brown Clamp Lady placed her drink on the pouch behind the seat in front of her and was in the middle of adjusting its cap (it was a large treat she bought for herself from McDonalds waha) when suddenly, the man in front of her fully reclined his seat!
Out poured half the amount of her large Coca Cola drink onto her faded blue jeans!
The expression her face took was a classic. As in, WTF?!
I had to look directly out the window, find something remotely interesting (anything!) to distract myself and keep me from bursting out into laughter. As in I think I nearly had a heart attack. The moment she stood up to go to the rest room, I laughed til my sides ached. I didn't even care that people were looking--some were laughing right along with me. Ah, schadenfreude! But it didn't last long, I had to stop. Maybe she was just having a bad day...haha
Anyway. There you have it folks. Proof karma DOES exist and will bite you in the ass. Or in her case, pour half your favorite soda onto your, well, it was probably her favorite pair of jeans.
So be NICE! :D
posted by Anonymous @ 11:26
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Friday, 22 February 2008
Serendipity?
Why is it that when I find myself looking forward to going on holiday, I end up suddenly loaded with deadlines?
As planned, I'm going to Zambales this weekend to relax and bake under the sun with Au. As in I'm really psyched about it because I'm just loving the fact that my goal to hit as many places as possible this year is actually coming along well. Moving.
And then the deadlines show up. I have THREE.
Of all the days my sideline racket assigns another article (haven't heard from them in almost two weeks since the last submission), they have to do it today. As in I have five days to finish it. Article is due on Thursday.
And then I found myself taking on another project. A PR project for a shoe brand. It includes writing an article and doing press rounds (I asked Ai to do press rounds in my stead--we're splitting the fee) and the article is due on Wednesday. It was supposed to be Tuesday but I just had to beg off and ask for an extension. I don't come back from Zambales til Monday so it would really suck if I have an article to write the moment I get back from my trip. Welcome back bitch! Haha
Anyway, I have to at least have a rough draft of the PR article by tomorrow night. I'll fine tune it on Tuesday and submit on Wednesday. The Automated Testing Tool article, on the other hand, will have to wait until Wednesday night. But I need to at least print out background materials to take with me. Oh God, I'll be reading about regression tests at the beach! Huhu.
Oh well. I asked for this. I told myself at the beginning of the year that I want rackets. Multiple income streams. And now I have it. And they pay really good money--the PR racket, for one, will be paying me almost a whole month's salary's worth. I'll be damned if I don't do it! And the ATT article will give me a couple more thousand bucks worth. I'm actually earning really good money here!
Wow. I so did not realize that until today. What I asked for I am actually getting. Freaky...but good freaky. So I love it! hehehe
Back to work now. Have a great long weekend!Labels: work, writing
posted by Anonymous @ 12:18
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Thursday, 21 February 2008
Ack!
My sideline assigned another article.
This time, I'm even more clueless about the topic: Automated Testing Tool. Regression Testing.
What the...
Oh well, a new topic to learn. Hahaha. I'm still waiting for them to publish my first article on offshore development. I want to get my first paycheck already. Heh. :P
And I swear...I really REALLY have to start working on The Book. I want the final draft done by end of March!!! I'm thinking of making it my professional goal for Leap 36. Gawd I can't believe I'll be doing goal-setting again! And this time, that'll be on top of making sure my council achieve theirs! Winner! haha
Anyway, gotta get back to work. Have emails to write, contests to finalize, etc etc. I'm so busy!
posted by Anonymous @ 14:31
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Wanderlust and Looking Good
I created a travel blog: Moo with me.
The url idea I got from Maureen's monologue in RENT. And I thought I'd give Wordpress a shot.
I went to get my feet pampered during my lunch break again. I don't know if having a salon in the ground floor of my building is a good or bad thing. Later at 6, I've set an appointment for a haircut and color treatment. The head stylist at Rever offered to give me the haircut for free if I go ahead with the color treatment. Their haircuts normally cost P615. The color treatment costs a little over a thousand but considering the fact that I'm getting a free cut, I figured what the heck. Why not?
I hope the woman doesn't end up murdering my hair. Else I'd be really mad. Magsasabunutan kami.
And I have a firm grip. Waha.
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Ok. Why am I suddenly pampering myself? I want to be in a good space in time for my first coaches meeting tomorrow. I'll be meeting the rest of the coaches and I don't want to seem a wreck. I don't want to look frazzled. I want my look to reflect the state my life is in right now--put together.
I'm sick of looking like a watered down version of my fabulous self. Waha. So I'm going all out. Which is what I'll be doing when I coach anyway so it's about time it manifests in all aspects of my life.
Ergo, the sudden desire to look good is not a shallow whim. It's just me finally acknowledging how effin' great I can be. Capisce?
Hehe
posted by Anonymous @ 13:22
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Wednesday, 20 February 2008
Oops, I did it again
It seems I have a knack for making a fool of myself when I'm around Crush.
There was this time when I was talking loudly about him with my officemate by the elevator when suddenly, while I was at my talking peak, he got out. My face literally froze mid-laugh. I don't know how I will ever describe the state my face was in when I met his eye. That was the first.
The second was the OMG incident. I blogged about it recently.
And now I have another one to add to the list.
It happened by the elevator again. Side note: What is it with him, me and elevators? *evil grin*
This time, we were riding the same elevator. He was conversing with his officemates and I found his voice so distracting that on my way out, I got really disoriented. As in I turned to the right and started walking towards this office I did not even find familiar! It turns out the unfamiliar office was the law firm directly in front of Le Office.
I had already adapted this confident Project Runway walk that anyone stepping out of the elevator with me would think I knew where I was going. And I would've pulled it off had my officemate Leah not called my name, rather loudly I might add, causing me to stop mid-stride.
I looked like one of those cartoon characters that run into invisible walls. As in I froze. And ended up looking like the ultimate airhead--I had this totally puzzled idiot look plastered on my face.
As in, uh, duh. Huh?
Anyway to cover up my blunder, I just sashayed left a la Zoolander and went into my office while listening to Leah laughing at my expense. Hmph. Haha kidding! We had a good laugh over it after. It's a good thing I still have my sense of humor intact.
Consolation? At least he knows my name now! LOL
God, so high school!!!
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On a more serious but equally exciting note, I've accepted Jovy's invite to join her coaching team last night! This is going to be one challenging but awesome summer! :) I'll be so busy I won't have time to sleep or think about Crush Blunders! HahahaLabels: crush
posted by Anonymous @ 14:38
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This hits home
Kainis!
posted by Anonymous @ 10:06
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Monday, 18 February 2008
Walk the talk
Jovy, the upcoming Head Coach of Leap 36, just called to invite me to be part of her coaching team. I have never been more terrified in my life. OH. MY. GOD. I have til tomorrow to decide. But I more or less know what my answer will be.
And I know I'm going to come off all new-age and sh*t but check out my horoscope: The extraordinary efforts of someone in your crew -- social circle, office clique, team, whatever -- are creating some incredible opportunities for you right now, and today is the day to take advantage of them! Put the routine matters of the day aside and put your name on the list of volunteers for a brave new experiment. You have to show that you're eager to get involved in order for anyone to involve you. Be sure to show gratitude to the person who enabled all of this to happen. Oh dear. I'm really doing this, aren't I? I've been resisting it for the longest time. As in the number of times M addressed me as 'future coach,' I just laughed it off. Because I am just really terrified. Scared of failure. But even more scared of the possibility of doing a spectacular job. In a way, I've always sabotaged my success because I could never accept the possibility that I could actually be something GREAT. I could actually make a difference. But now...shit this is really IT. I was planning to go MIA in OCCI but I guess something is telling me to stop with all the escaping and the running away. It's time I face up. And the next LEAP's theme? Walk the Talk. *bleep* If that isn't a sign, I don't know what is. Now that I think about it, I really feel that finally, life is actually working for me. After I had slain that particular "dragon," I've never felt more empowered. And then everything started falling into place. I suddenly have tons of writing rackets, I'm really loving work (as in really loving it), I've moved on from my last pseudo-relationship, I've reunited with long lost friends (yes Celeste, ikaw yun), and I am just really loving the space I am in right now. I know, I know. I sound like the biggest optimist ever but really, I'm just stating facts. Life is good. :) Labels: leap
posted by Anonymous @ 17:18
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Crush blooper
I haven’t seen my office building crush ever since I got back from Dumaguete.
Since then, I have formulated countless of theories explaining his absence. He resigned. He was shipped off to a remote location to handle training for a new division of his company. He was mugged the day I left and had no money to go to work so he had to beg for an entire week in some remote Quiapo backstreet while recovering from the wretched beating he was subjected to. He was kidnapped by mysterious alien life forms. Bad timing–>he went to Dumaguete the day after I left and he sat on the same seat I did on the plane, ate in the same restaurant I ate, walked along the Boulevard the exact same time but only a day after my departure... LOL The last one’s my favorite. It screams “B MOVIE!!!”
I have a hundred more. Buzz me if you’re interested in hearing the crazier ones.
So anyway. I finally saw him again today. And I looked like a total schmuck. I was just so shocked when I saw him (I honestly thought I would never see him again) that I ended up blurting (rather loudly, I might add) “Oh My God.”
And let me emphasize the fact that each syllable was properly enunciated that even a person fifty feet away from me would figure out exactly what I had just said. Crush was around 15 feet away. I was looking directly at him. Our eyes met. I turned and frantically signaled to Leah that he was there and the next thing I knew when I turned to look again, he was gone. Probably scared off by his psycho stalker. Hahaha this reeks so much of high school. Well, high schoolish flirtations are all about I can handle now so it’s all good! hehe
Crush was looking scruffier than usual–he looked like he didn’t shave for an entire week. He looked hawt. Leche. Why is it when girls do their own version of not shaving (say, not shampooing our hair), it does not have the same desired effect as that of men not shaving? Some of them, the ones like Crush anyway, look even hotter unshaved. They should be looking gross and unclean but they end up looking sexy and “rugged.”
When girls don’t shampoo even for a day, they look greasy. LOL Imagine if girls do not even bother shaving their, say, underarm hair. Ewww. If I were a guy, I’d be running towards the opposite direction.
Not the same effect as men’s ruggedness, that’s for sure. Then again, tell a girl she looks rugged or scruffy and, I don’t know, you just might end up getting bitch-slapped.
This week's reminiscent of college hell-weeks. We're finally launching! Yey! :D
posted by Anonymous @ 12:11
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Saturday, 16 February 2008
Juno
An offbeat comedy about a pregnant teenage girl's decision to put up her baby for adoption.
So far the best movie I've seen this year.
Lines that killed:
Juno MacGuff: My dad had this weird obsession with Roman or Greek mythology or something and he decided to name me after Zeus' wife.
Mark Loring: Zeus' wife?
Juno MacGuff: Yeah and I mean Zeus had tons of ladys but I'm pretty sure Juno was his main girl. And apparently she was supposed to be super beautiful but really mean, kind of like Diana Ross.
Juno MacGuff: Dad, it's not about that. I just need to know if it's possible for two people to stay happy together forever, or at least for a few years.
Mac MacGuff: It's not easy, that's for sure. Now, I may not have the best track record in the world, but I have been with your stepmother for 10 years now and I'm proud to say that we're very happy. In my opinion, the best thing you can do is find a person who loves you for exactly what you are. Good mood, bad mood, ugly, pretty, handsome, what have you, the right person will still think the sun shines out your ass. That's the kind of person that's worth sticking with.
Juno MacGuff: Ick! I don't want to give my baby to a couple who describes themselves as "wholesome." I was looking for, maybe, a thirty-something graphic designer with a cool Asian girlfriend who kicks ass on the bass guitar, but I don't know, I don't wanna get too particular.
Juno MacGuff: Oh, and she inexplicably mails me a cactus every Valentine's Day. And I'm like, "Thanks a heap coyote ugly. This cactus-gram stings even worse than your abandonment."
I loved Juno's Dad. He was this really funny character and he was just really supportive of his "June Bug's" situation. There was this particular scene in the movie, it was just after Juno delivered her baby and her dad was touching her hair. He said something along the lines of "The next time you're here Juno, it'll be on your own terms."
Made me cry like a baby. I suddenly miss my dad.Labels: movies
posted by Tricia @ 22:40
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Friday, 15 February 2008
Christian guilt
I totally forgot about Lent. And Fasting.
Just this morning, I had a hot dog breakfast meal in Jollibee. A few hours later, I ordered the Sweet & Sour Pork Lauriat in Chow King. It wasn't until I read Chuvaness' blog about Lenten Sacrifice that I realized it was a Friday. And I totally broke the no-meat rule.
Not that I honestly follow these things.
But nonetheless, I'm feeling the old Christian guilt creep up on me so I've decided to sacrifice something really difficult.
The verdict?
Waaaah. :"(
I'm saying goodbye to Starbucks Coffee until the end of the Lenten season. So that's a little over a month.
I should have ordered that Tall Nonfat Caramel Macchiato with extra Caramel syrup earlier today.
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I just finished meeting with our CEO. I swear the man has the uncanny ability to make the hair on your neck stand on end. And I mean that in a good way. It's really different from talking to my immediate boss. The difference? It's the passion. CEO has put a huge chunk of his fortune on this service and he really really believes in it. As do I. But I believe in it even more every time I hear him talk about it. It's just contagious, his enthusiasm.
Monday will be Day 1 of our launch. OMG I'm really excited. Waaaaah. This is going to be spectacular. :DLabels: lent, starbucks, work
posted by Anonymous @ 14:27
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The Fourth Treasure by Todd Shimoda
 The art of Japanese Calligraphy has always fascinated me. It's amazing how fluid, flowing brush-drawn characters can adapt different meanings even only with the slightest changes in texture or stroke. Staring at the characters written on paper, it evokes such simplicity that one tends to overlook the fact that it took quite the amount of effort to achieve that serene, sublime end result.
Looking at works of calligraphy have always calmed me and I couldn't really explain why. Until I chanced upon The Fourth Treasure, a book by Todd Shimoda. It has been lying around my house for around two years and had I known it was going to be an enchanting read, I would've finished it a long time ago. Hehe
Anyway, it tells us of a love story that spans three generations, cultures and traditions. It starts in present day San Francisco when Kiichi Shimano, sensei of the Zenzen school of Calligraphy, suffers a massive stroke that renders him incapable of speech and writing. His calligraphy, although still pleasing to the eyes, no longer makes any sense that even his best student, Gozen, cannot comprehend it.
The sensei's case then attracts the attention of Tina Suzuki, a neuroscience student from Berkeley, prompting her to research about the sensei's condition. This, however, is not well-received by her mother Hanako, who studied calligraphy under the sensei in Japan years ago and was actually involved in an affair with him then. Ah, serendipity... :)
Shimoda makes use of flashbacks all throughout the story, making it a captivating read. He jumps back and forth from present to past, when Shimano was still one of the most respected calligraphers in Kyoto and the head of the prestigious Daizen School.
He also enchants us with the history of the potent Daizen Inkstone, which Shimano secretly took with him when he followed Hanako all the way to San Francisco. It gives us insight on the history of Calligraphy, past Daizen masters, and how the Daizen Inkstone came about.
The book, with its captivating tale, is also laden with the sensei's beautifully illustrated Japanese calligraphy and factoids of Tina's studies of the brain. It makes for an unusually satisfying literary experience. :)Labels: books
posted by Anonymous @ 10:28
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Thursday, 14 February 2008
What ever happened to old school love letters?
I want to get a copy of this book. Wonder if they have it in any of the bookstores in Manila.
I'm a sucker for love letters. I still keep the ones I've managed to receive in all my 24 years of existence. Yes, even the one I got from this boy in grade school who misspelled my name in two different ways: Trisha. Forgivable. Two sentences later, Trishia. Anuba!
I remember feeling kilig over it despite the fact that people misspelling my name has always been a pet peeve of mine. How difficult is it to spell TRICIA?!
Anyway, he was the class crush. I remember being hopelessly smitten. Today, I barely find him tolerable. I guess like wine, taste in men only comes better with age. Hahaha.
I know. I am evil. I love it.
Speaking of evil, I had a schadenfreude moment last night. Felt a sense of satisfaction over someone's misery. I know. Evel Knievel. Oh well, I'm only human.
Maybe I'll be in a kinder state tomorrow. Today I'm letting the inner biatch come out and play. >:)Labels: books, love letters
posted by Anonymous @ 15:57
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Peace, love is all we need ;)
I covered up half of the post but it says 'Love is all we need.' Haha!
Have a happy, lovely, lusty, cheesy, exhilarating, amazing, melancholy, expensive, giddy, sweet, bittersweet, busy, anti-climatic, heart-stopping, stomach-curdling, toe-curling, exciting, funny, hilarious, dramatic, extravagant, and -->insert desired adjective here<--Hearts Day everyone! :)
xoxoLabels: love
posted by Anonymous @ 08:57
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Tuesday, 12 February 2008
The weekend of my 24th
Choosing to spend my birthday in Dumaguete with Igor was clearly the best decision I made so far this year. As in I loved the place. It’s a university town--so teeming with culture and a lot of quaint and cozy haunts.
It’s also backpacker central so there were quite a few foreign eye candies–and a particularly scruffy-looking one in Siquijor reading a bestseller. He looked so engrossed in his reading that you wouldn’t want to do anything but grab his book, throw it to the side, and proceed to do things to him that will make YOU the focus of HIS attention! hahaha joke.
He reminded me a bit of Mikee Carrion, a model whom I’ve always had a huge crush on. Only he didn’t look like he spent hours achieving that Mess-with-me-and-you’re-dead look. It was all natural! LOL
Anyway, a couple of photos from my mini holiday.
Rizal Boulevard. Lovely during the day; an element of "danger" during the night. Ah, the drama!
 
Siquijor, The Mystic Island.
Where it's perfectly okay for people to converse with plants in public:
The Fag & Hag Travel Show: The Art of Camwhoring.
 
 
Dare I enter the convent?
 
I love this photo of Igor--you look like you just won a beauty pageant, lolah! Haha
The Leaning Tower of Dumaguete:
My white hospital, er, hotel room! hehehe
Hot Air Balloon Sightings @ Cafe Noriter:
 
El Tourista @ Siliman University.
I love this jacket. I feel like an investigative reporter about to uncover the story of the century. Heh.
Okay, another photo of Siquijor because I can't help it.
It's tres enchanting!
Finally, the beach in drag.
I love Mother Nature. >_<
More pics here-->click!Labels: birthday, dumaguete, travel
posted by Anonymous @ 21:19
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Thursday, 7 February 2008
Sugar, spice and everything nice
| You Were Naughty This Year | 
You Were 70% Naughty, 30% Nice
You may not have been good this year...
But you sure had a really good time.
And nothing from Santa could top that! |
posted by Anonymous @ 17:40
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My Visual DNA
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