Bye For Now!
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
It's 4:51 am and I'm suppose to get ready to leave for Boracay in 25 minutes. I'm meeting the bosses at one of our branches at 6:30am before heading to the airport to meet two of my uncles. Our flight won't be until 10am but we were told that the airport just might be congested with people leaving the metropolis or going home to their hometowns. I said 6:30am to give leeway to those who might be late.
This week, we've got Globe events. Someone else is handling Gentxt now and this is the first time we'll see him handle the event. A is following me to Bora on Wednesday, while my sister and her friend Clarissa will be arriving on Thursday. A's leaving on Monday, my sister and her friend on Sunday and then, a whole new slew of people are arriving in the island again. My uncle's family is arriving. The bands I'm bringing in are arriving and it's a good thing I'm friends with them so I have people to hang out with. I'm staying in the island for 12 days and I hope that this time, I survive. Last time, my uncle and I decided to call it quits at 10 days. Trust me, it's not fun doing the same thing every day.
Oh, and before I packed my stuff, I took a pic of my bikini collection. I'm down to 14. Sad story about my bikinis. A tragedy to be exact. I lost them because my mom donated it! My plastic bag of bikinis have been gone from my closet for more than a month before I realized they were missing. This is what happened. One day, I was looking for my underwear. Thinking that our laundrywoman placed them again in my mom's cabinet, I went to her room to retrieve them. I was surprised to find one of my bikinis in her drawer so I took them to put them back in my closet. Lo and behold, the plastic bag where I store my bikinis were missing! After endless searching by questioning all our household help and my stepmom and piecing their accounts, I found out that one day, my mom was looking for her bikini. Thinking that it probably got mixed with my swimsuits, our laundrywoman got my plastic bag and handed it to my mom by placing it on our dining table. My mom never noticed the bag. Incidentally, on the same day, my mom and sisters were donating clothes to give away. Somebody probably thought that the bag of bikinis were supposed to be given away and so she mixed it along with the pile of donated clothes! GASP, I know! The horror! The agony! Trust me, I was crying sooo much when I found out what happened! My stepmom thought I really was giving it away (and to this day, I'm disappointed that she never bothered asking me even if she was doubting. Her reason for not asking me being that she never sees me at home) and asked the maids to go through them and choose. However, this is one instance that I'm glad my stepmom is a hoarder and never throws away her things. Seeing that my bikinis were still in good condition, she kept them. Thankfully, only 3 were missing. Two were given to our maid's niece and they were bikinis I hardly wear because it wouldn't match my tanline. Unfortunately, my most favorite bikini and the most expensive one is missing. All of those who went through my swimsuits said they never saw it. The only way to get over this trauma is going swimsuit shopping. I bought 5 bikinis, ranging from P500 to P800 each. I still wanted to buy 3 more but I knew it was too much. Now looking at the picture, I wish I did. Oh well.
Oh, and another good news! My Canon Ixus I is now fixed! Here's another tragic story. My camera broke during my last trip to Boracay. Somehow, water got splashed and hit the lens, causing the screen to be static-y. After a while, the thing that covers the lens got stuck and wouldn't close and the camera died on me. I sent my camera to Canon on January 6 and they told me they'll give me feedback after a week. Well, it was a month already and I never got any response... and calling their hotline is a bitch because you're perpetually on hold! So I decided to email them telling them NICELY my experience with their customer service. They responded quick enough AND with feedback for my camera! They said that the major parts corroded and it would be too expensive to repair. Normally, it would take P20,000 to have it fixed! Are they crazy?!
I was having doubts so I got my camera back and gave it to my grandfather, who is a photographer, to have a look at it. And well, what do you know! He asked his driver/ mechanic/ technician to open my camera and now it works! The thing that covers the lens when the camera is off doesn't work anymore but at least my camera can still take pictures! I knew my instinct was right. I had the feeling Canon was telling me it would take P20,000 to have the camera fixed so I'll buy a new camera. Good thing I didn't buy a new one. In fact, I was planning to buy a new camera last Saturday but when I woke up, my grandfather tells me the camera is fixed already!
Anyway, I've got to go but I wish everyone a great Holy Week and a wonderful time de-stressing. Be safe, everyone!
This week, we've got Globe events. Someone else is handling Gentxt now and this is the first time we'll see him handle the event. A is following me to Bora on Wednesday, while my sister and her friend Clarissa will be arriving on Thursday. A's leaving on Monday, my sister and her friend on Sunday and then, a whole new slew of people are arriving in the island again. My uncle's family is arriving. The bands I'm bringing in are arriving and it's a good thing I'm friends with them so I have people to hang out with. I'm staying in the island for 12 days and I hope that this time, I survive. Last time, my uncle and I decided to call it quits at 10 days. Trust me, it's not fun doing the same thing every day.
Oh, and before I packed my stuff, I took a pic of my bikini collection. I'm down to 14. Sad story about my bikinis. A tragedy to be exact. I lost them because my mom donated it! My plastic bag of bikinis have been gone from my closet for more than a month before I realized they were missing. This is what happened. One day, I was looking for my underwear. Thinking that our laundrywoman placed them again in my mom's cabinet, I went to her room to retrieve them. I was surprised to find one of my bikinis in her drawer so I took them to put them back in my closet. Lo and behold, the plastic bag where I store my bikinis were missing! After endless searching by questioning all our household help and my stepmom and piecing their accounts, I found out that one day, my mom was looking for her bikini. Thinking that it probably got mixed with my swimsuits, our laundrywoman got my plastic bag and handed it to my mom by placing it on our dining table. My mom never noticed the bag. Incidentally, on the same day, my mom and sisters were donating clothes to give away. Somebody probably thought that the bag of bikinis were supposed to be given away and so she mixed it along with the pile of donated clothes! GASP, I know! The horror! The agony! Trust me, I was crying sooo much when I found out what happened! My stepmom thought I really was giving it away (and to this day, I'm disappointed that she never bothered asking me even if she was doubting. Her reason for not asking me being that she never sees me at home) and asked the maids to go through them and choose. However, this is one instance that I'm glad my stepmom is a hoarder and never throws away her things. Seeing that my bikinis were still in good condition, she kept them. Thankfully, only 3 were missing. Two were given to our maid's niece and they were bikinis I hardly wear because it wouldn't match my tanline. Unfortunately, my most favorite bikini and the most expensive one is missing. All of those who went through my swimsuits said they never saw it. The only way to get over this trauma is going swimsuit shopping. I bought 5 bikinis, ranging from P500 to P800 each. I still wanted to buy 3 more but I knew it was too much. Now looking at the picture, I wish I did. Oh well.Oh, and another good news! My Canon Ixus I is now fixed! Here's another tragic story. My camera broke during my last trip to Boracay. Somehow, water got splashed and hit the lens, causing the screen to be static-y. After a while, the thing that covers the lens got stuck and wouldn't close and the camera died on me. I sent my camera to Canon on January 6 and they told me they'll give me feedback after a week. Well, it was a month already and I never got any response... and calling their hotline is a bitch because you're perpetually on hold! So I decided to email them telling them NICELY my experience with their customer service. They responded quick enough AND with feedback for my camera! They said that the major parts corroded and it would be too expensive to repair. Normally, it would take P20,000 to have it fixed! Are they crazy?!
I was having doubts so I got my camera back and gave it to my grandfather, who is a photographer, to have a look at it. And well, what do you know! He asked his driver/ mechanic/ technician to open my camera and now it works! The thing that covers the lens when the camera is off doesn't work anymore but at least my camera can still take pictures! I knew my instinct was right. I had the feeling Canon was telling me it would take P20,000 to have the camera fixed so I'll buy a new camera. Good thing I didn't buy a new one. In fact, I was planning to buy a new camera last Saturday but when I woke up, my grandfather tells me the camera is fixed already!
Anyway, I've got to go but I wish everyone a great Holy Week and a wonderful time de-stressing. Be safe, everyone!
I Love LoVe!!!
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Confused with the title? If you're a Veronica Mars fan (HI RINA and FOZZY!!!), chances are, you know what I'm talking about. LoVe is a shipper name for the main character, VEronica, and her 'love interest', LOgan.
Sway
I talk to you as to a friend
***SPOILERS AHEAD***
So, anyway, like any LoVe shipper, I was getting annoyed with the lack of LoVe scenes and whenever there are LoVe scenes, we overanalyze every movement, every reaction, every line that they do/ make/ say to each other. So, imagine my surprise- and delight- at the biggest LoVe scene during the latest episode (if you've seen the latest episode of the internet. Once again, thank you, Rina, for showing me the wonders of downloading torrents!). It was totally unexpected (not even any spoiler page saw this coming!) and just sent every LoVe shipper squeeing with giddiness.
Hell, my sister and I started clutching each other's arms and squeed the entire time and repeatedly say, "OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod!" during the scene. If you know what I'm talking about, I bet the song "Sway" by The Perishers is on repeat on your Ipod/ MP3 Player/ CD Player/ Itunes Player. The song was just perfect for the scene!
So, anyway, like any LoVe shipper, I was getting annoyed with the lack of LoVe scenes and whenever there are LoVe scenes, we overanalyze every movement, every reaction, every line that they do/ make/ say to each other. So, imagine my surprise- and delight- at the biggest LoVe scene during the latest episode (if you've seen the latest episode of the internet. Once again, thank you, Rina, for showing me the wonders of downloading torrents!). It was totally unexpected (not even any spoiler page saw this coming!) and just sent every LoVe shipper squeeing with giddiness.
Hell, my sister and I started clutching each other's arms and squeed the entire time and repeatedly say, "OhmygodOhmygodOhmygod!" during the scene. If you know what I'm talking about, I bet the song "Sway" by The Perishers is on repeat on your Ipod/ MP3 Player/ CD Player/ Itunes Player. The song was just perfect for the scene!
Sway
by: The Perishers
I talk to you as to a friend
I hope that’s what you’ve come to be
It feels as though we’ve made amends
Like we found a way eventually
It was you who picked the pieces up
When I was a broken soul
And then glued me back together
Returned to me what others stole
I don’t wanna hurt you
I don’t wanna make you sway
Like I know I’ve done before
I will not do it anymore
I’ve always been a dreamer
I've had my head among the clouds
Now that I’m coming down
Won’t you be my solid ground?
I look at you and see a friend
I hope that’s what you wanna be
Are we back now where it all began?
Have you finally forgiven me?
You gathered my dreams in
When they all blew away
And then tricked them back into me
You saved me I was almost dead
I don’t wanna hurt you
I don’t wanna make you sway
Like I know I’ve done before
I will not do it anymore
I’ve always been a dreamer
I've had my head among the clouds
Now that I’m coming down
Won’t you be my solid ground?
Beloved producer, Rob Thomas (not of Matchbox 20 fame), hear us out! We want more LoVe scenes!
Conquering A Fear
For a couple of years now, sporting a belly button ring was just left to my imagination. I've always wanted one but fear stopped me from getting one. The fear of pain.
One day, I told my friend Kat that I've been wanting one and she admitted that she did too but never got around to getting one because she didn't know anyone who wanted to get one too. I told her that the pain was stopping me from getting one and she claimed that Gene, the one who did her tattoo, said it didn't hurt and even guaranteed money back if it did hurt. That was in October.
For months, I prepared myself for the pain that came with the piercing. I researched on the internet about the process of belly piercing, read accounts from belly piercing forums and conditioned my mind that it wont hurt.
And because bikini and beach season is approaching fast, one March evening, Kat picked me up from the office and headed to Robinson's Galleria to get our piercing done. I volunteered to go in first. I was asked to sit at the edge of a comfy seat (it looked like a recliner but without the reclining part), Gene put on his surgical gloves, swiped my belly with alcohol and marked my belly button with a pen. The receptionist came in with a camera. Apparently, they take pictures of everyone who comes in and has something done... and partly to distract you from the pain because as he takes your picture, at the count of 3, Gene puts the needle in! But I didn't care. I was focusing my eyes on a spot on the ceiling (a tip I picked up) so that I don't look at the needle as it pierced my skin. And well, what do you know?!? It was just like getting an injection shot! I was surprised actually to find a sewing needle (the largest one you could use) piercing my belly button. Gene, then changed the needle with a pin (think: sewing pin with a head on both ends) and we were asked to come back after two weeks with a belly button ring.
Before leaving, I realized he never gave us instructions on how to clean the piercing (as opposed to the system in the United States where they give specific instructions printed on a piece of paper). He said to just clean it with alcohol and iodine.
After the piercing, Kat and I went back to the bar where I worked and showed everybody our new piercing. My uncle said he felt weak just looking at our piercing. Another uncle swore out loud (the mother referring curse) when he saw our piercing. Kat and I kept raising our shirts and telling everybody that it didn't hurt at all and that drawing out blood was even more painful! We felt so proud of ourselves.
I told my parents the very next day. My stepmom didn't react because she was cool with it. My dad swore out loud like his brother, only this time, he said the tagalog version. I had no plans of telling my grandmother because she might disapprove. But my crazy father outed me in front of my grandmother during Sunday lunch! He asked, "Pinakita mo na sa lola mo? (Did you show it to your grandmother already?)" I looked at my dad in disbelief (my sister said that if looks could kill, he'd be dead by now) to which my dad just laughed and said, "Why?! I didn't get mad. I even laughed!" Of course, this just piqued my grandmother's curiousity and she kept asking what I didn't show her. At first, I kept saying, "Magagalit kayo, lola, eh. (You're going to get mad, grandma)" and she kept coaxing me to show her whatever it was that needs to be shown and so I stood up and pulled up my shirt and she exclaimed, "Susmaryosep! (Note to DT: that's 'Jesus, Mary, Joseph' to you!)" That made me laugh and I told my dad, "See? Lola gave me her blessing. Ikaw, minura mo ako! (You cursed me!)"
Had I known that the process wasn't painful, I would have done it a long time ago. After the experience, my first thought was, "All that stressing and fearing over the pain was nothing after all!" I realized that this is applicable to any fear we are overcoming because once we've stepped over that hurdle, we realize... it's not so bad after all.
Here are pics of my piercings:
One day, I told my friend Kat that I've been wanting one and she admitted that she did too but never got around to getting one because she didn't know anyone who wanted to get one too. I told her that the pain was stopping me from getting one and she claimed that Gene, the one who did her tattoo, said it didn't hurt and even guaranteed money back if it did hurt. That was in October.
For months, I prepared myself for the pain that came with the piercing. I researched on the internet about the process of belly piercing, read accounts from belly piercing forums and conditioned my mind that it wont hurt.
And because bikini and beach season is approaching fast, one March evening, Kat picked me up from the office and headed to Robinson's Galleria to get our piercing done. I volunteered to go in first. I was asked to sit at the edge of a comfy seat (it looked like a recliner but without the reclining part), Gene put on his surgical gloves, swiped my belly with alcohol and marked my belly button with a pen. The receptionist came in with a camera. Apparently, they take pictures of everyone who comes in and has something done... and partly to distract you from the pain because as he takes your picture, at the count of 3, Gene puts the needle in! But I didn't care. I was focusing my eyes on a spot on the ceiling (a tip I picked up) so that I don't look at the needle as it pierced my skin. And well, what do you know?!? It was just like getting an injection shot! I was surprised actually to find a sewing needle (the largest one you could use) piercing my belly button. Gene, then changed the needle with a pin (think: sewing pin with a head on both ends) and we were asked to come back after two weeks with a belly button ring.
Before leaving, I realized he never gave us instructions on how to clean the piercing (as opposed to the system in the United States where they give specific instructions printed on a piece of paper). He said to just clean it with alcohol and iodine.
After the piercing, Kat and I went back to the bar where I worked and showed everybody our new piercing. My uncle said he felt weak just looking at our piercing. Another uncle swore out loud (the mother referring curse) when he saw our piercing. Kat and I kept raising our shirts and telling everybody that it didn't hurt at all and that drawing out blood was even more painful! We felt so proud of ourselves.
I told my parents the very next day. My stepmom didn't react because she was cool with it. My dad swore out loud like his brother, only this time, he said the tagalog version. I had no plans of telling my grandmother because she might disapprove. But my crazy father outed me in front of my grandmother during Sunday lunch! He asked, "Pinakita mo na sa lola mo? (Did you show it to your grandmother already?)" I looked at my dad in disbelief (my sister said that if looks could kill, he'd be dead by now) to which my dad just laughed and said, "Why?! I didn't get mad. I even laughed!" Of course, this just piqued my grandmother's curiousity and she kept asking what I didn't show her. At first, I kept saying, "Magagalit kayo, lola, eh. (You're going to get mad, grandma)" and she kept coaxing me to show her whatever it was that needs to be shown and so I stood up and pulled up my shirt and she exclaimed, "Susmaryosep! (Note to DT: that's 'Jesus, Mary, Joseph' to you!)" That made me laugh and I told my dad, "See? Lola gave me her blessing. Ikaw, minura mo ako! (You cursed me!)"
Had I known that the process wasn't painful, I would have done it a long time ago. After the experience, my first thought was, "All that stressing and fearing over the pain was nothing after all!" I realized that this is applicable to any fear we are overcoming because once we've stepped over that hurdle, we realize... it's not so bad after all.
Here are pics of my piercings:
Kat and I, after having our first belly ring changed.
My second belly ring which I just changed today.
(Because I got a wound from my first ring)
(But let's not get into the gory details of that!)
By the way, one thing that changed from this experience? I have never given my belly button so much attention! Cleaning the piercing involved dousing the holes with hydrogen peroxide (okay, I admit I do this because I enjoy watching the clear liquid bubble up as it reacts to any germs or bacteria), then disinfecting the wound with alcohol and finally, swiping the area with iodine after every shower.
Foursomes
Saturday, April 01, 2006
Tagged by Ara (Thanks, Ara!)
Four Jobs I've Had In My Life:
1) Babysitter to my siblings
2) Product Consultant
3) Marketing Manager
4) Girlfriend-- they say relationships take a lot of work. Hence, it's a job.
Four Films I Can Watch Over and Over Again:
1) She's All That
2) Two Weeks Notice
3) While You Were Sleeping
4) The Joy Luck Club
Four Places I Have Lived:
1) Makati
2) Pasig
3) Alabang
4) Quezon City
Four TV Programs I Love To Watch:
1) Veronica Mars
2) Lost
3) One Tree Hill
4) Desperate Housewives
Four Places I Would Have Visited If I Had The Money:
1) The United Kingdom (Hah! That's England and Scotland) for its castles
2) Italy and (3) France for its culture, art and rich history
4) United States of America to visit friends and relatives... and just because
Four Websites I Visit Daily:
1) Pink isTheNewBlog.com
2) Spoilerfix.com
3) Yahoo.com
4) Friendster
Four of My Favorite Foods:
1) Steak
2) Piknik Ketchup Fries
3) Chocolates
4) Prawns in Sweet Chili Sauce
Four Places I Would Rather Be:
1) Anywhere that A is right now... I'm at home while he attended a colleague's wedding.
2) The bedroom or bathtub of my very own two bedroom plush condo unit
3) Locked in a Powerbooks or Fully Booked outlet
4) On the set of Veronica Mars
Four Bloggers I Am Tagging:
1) My sister, Ara
2) Jeane
3) Jayvee
4) Anyone else who wants to do this survey!
Four Jobs I've Had In My Life:
1) Babysitter to my siblings
2) Product Consultant
3) Marketing Manager
4) Girlfriend-- they say relationships take a lot of work. Hence, it's a job.
Four Films I Can Watch Over and Over Again:
1) She's All That
2) Two Weeks Notice
3) While You Were Sleeping
4) The Joy Luck Club
Four Places I Have Lived:
1) Makati
2) Pasig
3) Alabang
4) Quezon City
Four TV Programs I Love To Watch:
1) Veronica Mars
2) Lost
3) One Tree Hill
4) Desperate Housewives
Four Places I Would Have Visited If I Had The Money:
1) The United Kingdom (Hah! That's England and Scotland) for its castles
2) Italy and (3) France for its culture, art and rich history
4) United States of America to visit friends and relatives... and just because
Four Websites I Visit Daily:
1) Pink isTheNewBlog.com
2) Spoilerfix.com
3) Yahoo.com
4) Friendster
Four of My Favorite Foods:
1) Steak
2) Piknik Ketchup Fries
3) Chocolates
4) Prawns in Sweet Chili Sauce
Four Places I Would Rather Be:
1) Anywhere that A is right now... I'm at home while he attended a colleague's wedding.
2) The bedroom or bathtub of my very own two bedroom plush condo unit
3) Locked in a Powerbooks or Fully Booked outlet
4) On the set of Veronica Mars
Four Bloggers I Am Tagging:
1) My sister, Ara
2) Jeane
3) Jayvee
4) Anyone else who wants to do this survey!
