You and You

This is just not my day. Allow me to vent my irritation out of my system.

You. I’ve been patient for a long time. Have given you everything you’ve needed. Provided you with things you should have been providing for me and yourself. The least you can do now is exert a little effort to make me feel important. Be the person you need to be. Don’t depend on me all the time because I can only give and take so much. I’m nearing boiling point. Don’t wait for me to say I’ve had enough.

You, the person who thinks you’re greater than everybody else but crumbles at the littlest criticism thrown your way. You can never fool me with your faux confidence. I know you inside out. You’re a thoroughly insecure person who subjects yourself to ultra-weird and totally OC habits just so you can accept yourself and like the way you look. You always have this need to outdo others but you’re not always successful. You know why you bailed out. You couldn’t take the challenge. Just wasn’t good enough. Now you save face by running away and making people believe that you’re better off where you are now. Go on. Fool yourself. That’s the least you could do.

Never ask me for favors again. You are not my friend.

Happy . . . for Now

I don’t know if it’s just because Christmas is around the corner, but I’ve been receiving lots of blessings lately. They’re not all in cash or in kind, but they’re enough to get me through a lousy day at work.

I guess I can say that I finally got the pat in the back that I’ve been waiting for. To know that you’ve done the right thing and to be acknowledged for doing what you’re expected to do simply brings ultimate satisfaction. I admit, I do need to have my ego trips once in a while. Just like any normal individual, I, too, need to have my ego fattened occasionally. And I guess the months of November and December is simply my season of ego fattening. Yay.

I guess somehow my hard work has paid off. Although I didn’t really aim for the stars and just did what I deemed I was supposed to do, the effort was recognized and was rewarded. And the praises, “prizes”, and ehem.. special favors are enough to make me happy, at least for now.

Join Yuyu

Here's our cutie pom spitz doggie. He's turning 2 yrs. old on Dec. 8. Join him on Petster.com! :D

Pining . . .

I miss my friends. The downside of having a boyfriend is you don’t get to go out with your friends that often—at least in my case. Quite sadly, every one of my college barkada is hooked (two of which are both married and have families of their own), which makes it harder for us to easily set a date to just have an all-girls escapade.

Of course, it’s doubly harder to reunite with my high school friends since we all seemed to have completely forgotten to keep in touch with each other. My best friend Raine who lives several blocks away from our house seems too preoccupied lately with her boyfriend and with figuring out what to do with her life that we never get to see each other. We just content ourselves with occasional exchange of text messages. Then there’s one of my closest friends in high school, Aziza, who seemed to have totally lost interest in her high school friends. After seven years, you ask her how she is and she’d give you a one-word reply. She won’t even bother asking how you are. You greet her on Christmas and she’d just say “thanks.” You won’t even get a Christmas greeting back. Of course there’s Arra, my mother and my angel. Since she works in a call center and lives in the far end of Makati, the chances of going out for dinner is impossible, which is utterly frustrating for me.

I miss living with my college housemates—Mabs and Anna. I miss our usual night walks from Uste to our apartment where we ponder on what we’re going to cook for dinner. I miss our grocery trips in SM Manila where we compromise on what to buy for our lunch and dinner for a month (we don’t usually eat breakfast. By the time we get up it’s already lunch time, especially me). I miss the dishes we used to cook and eat—cheese omelet, Argentina beef loaf, daing with soup, ginisang sitaw at kalabasa with ground pork, monggo . . . I miss our sleepless nights with AC (ang makulit na kapitbahay kahit medyo malayo ang bahay nya) and heaps of paperwork and mass of chi-cha—corn bits w/ suka, cloud 9 bars, flat tops, all sorts of chichiria from Kuya’s store, and of course an overflow of Coke and coffee to keep us awake. I miss our fun sleepless nights with San Mig Light, Red Horse, Jose Cuervo, Pizza Hut, and Yellow Cab. (I remember how my mom and dad reacted when they saw the pile of beer bottles in our laundry area when we were cleaning up the place before we left. It turns out us seemingly nice girls are naughty after all . . . *wink*)

I miss getting drunk and discussing my love problems with my girls. I miss our little “photo shoots” with Mhaqui. I miss arguing with them over who’s cuter among the Starstruck contestants. I miss gushing with them over sappy telenovelas like Mulawin every night.

Sigh . . . I got it bad. I miss my friends.

****sort of good news: finally got the paper stating my salary appraisal--effective next payday :D

Doomsday

Better pack your bags and leave the country. As impossible (impossible because who would’ve thought that the country is still capable of sinking even lower), as it may sound, the country has gone to the lowest of lows, the filthiest of filths, and the utmost injustice of millions of injustices. Erap is a free man. He is once again free to brainstorm with his alipores on how to fool the country and steal millions of money and then get away with it. Why? Because the great madam president has granted pardon to the convicted felon even before he was jailed. Very, very smart.

As if the people and the country haven’t had enough of all the political hullabaloo plaguing the country—ZTE scandal, bribery in Malacañang—the great madam president gave another blow of her selfish and naturally unwise decisions: granting Erap pardon and restoring his rights. Obviously, the pressures in the palace was too much to bear for the great president that she decided to appease the restless supporters of Erap and give the former president executive clemency, just to get rid of one boulder off her shoulder. With just one whip, the president had flushed down the drain all the efforts and millions of money spent on Erap’s trial and security alone. Where is justice then?

We spent six years waiting to see the former president, who stole millions of money we worked hard for, behind bars. But not long after he was declared guilty, the great president sends him running off with his loot intact. Talk about lip service. It’s like everything was just a big bad joke. And the Filipino people are expected or even required to forget all about it. Wtf?!

With this turnout of events, I only come to digest the truth that I’ve been denying myself for so long: there’s no hope for the Philippines. As melodramatic and exaggerated as it may sound, it is true, unless people in politics start cleaning up their acts, which is highly impossible. We are in deep and serious political hell hole, and only a great miracle can turn the country over, clean up all its mess, and deodorize its foul stench. Doomsday has come. Pack your bags and move as far away from this country as possible.

Urban Legend Letters

Look what I came across while searching for a child’s letter (yes, I was too lazy to improvise a child’s letter for the activity in my mag).

Could they be real? Read the scoop. http://www.snopes.com/humor/jokes/sailors.asp

Losing Interest

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I don’t know if it’s because it’s the start of the week, but I’m feeling less and less interested in my work lately. I can hardly bring myself to work nowadays. In fact I was planning to absent myself today (weekend hangover) if it were not for our scheduled editorial planning, which was postponed anyway. If the last couple of months sped by me unnoticed because there were lots of things I attended to, now each day drags endlessly as I wait for the calendar to say it’s already November 27.
Yes, that magical date is one of the very few reasons why I still drag myself to work every morning and crack my brains to churn out a number of articles in a day. Nov 27 is my long-awaited anniversary in the company. I’m anticipating the day not because I’m happy to know that I get to finally say that I’m a true-blue DIWA editor (although maybe I am—just a teeny bit), but because I get to have a raise again (yes, it’s just a money issue). Although I’m not complaining that I struggle to keep myself awake every day for the past few weeks since I don’t have a lot of work to do lately (I just finished a school year’s worth of issues of my two magazines), I am really bored. And I am tired of writing the stuff I write.
Yes, I am whining again, because it’s the only thing that I do best. Fortunately, I have to cut this short because there are four Teacher’s Guides waiting to be edited by me. So gotta go! Till next whining time!