Quick check

I've been through a lot lately. Work bullies, heart aches, trust issues, family problems and other personal stuff I dare not to write about. Two words. I'm exhausted.

It's like, reality slapped me on the face, burst my bubble and I, the gullible and vulnerable gal, was hurt, and too bad, I never saw it coming.

Work. Delayed flights. Hotac. Rebellious passengers. I was excited at first like a child holding her first barbecue. But gad, twas a day to endure and remember. Too many lessons learned that day. Too much points to ponder on. And the room is so big for improvement. I'll fire away.

Heart aches. I was hurt by the people I never expected would turn their backs on me, accused and prejudged me. Sigh. I don't want to remember every deets of it. What's important now is Jeff and I are together (yes, we've been on a rough road lately), and that's what counts. The fact that we have each other at this time that we're almost hitting rock bottom, we still have the world to hold on to.

Family. I can still put up with heart breaks but when my family is on the line, it's as if my heart will come off my chest with sadness. It's the first time my father has been rushed to the hospital. When I was told by my sister, my tears started to fall in a heartbeat. Tears kept running down my face while I'm on my way home from Mall of Asia to Cavite. When I saw Papa in the ER, I tried to be calm and refrained myself from crying. I tried to make the aura cool and fun by joking him. I'm glad Papa is recuperating well. Not so long after that, I was told that my uncle was rushed also in the ER. He had a mild stroke. Oh, it really pours when it rains. Uncle Globen is my favorite Uncle in the world. I remember how fun my childhood days were when he teases. Please, please, help my family dear God.

Oh, too many bad vibes. Shoo. shoo. shoo. I'll doze it all away. Good night. And beware of the bed bugs that bite.

Work and all that stuff

I do things differently.

I wear socks and brush petroleum jelly on my feet before I sleep. I eat the sides of the sandwich first before I finish it all up. I roll each piece of clothing every time I pack so it would fit perfectly inside my luggage. I fix my own closet and knows the exact location of my favorite black cardigan even when my eyes are closed. I can take responsibility for my own happiness. I can be happy on my own and a lot of things to add on this list.

At work, I also do things differently. I try not to mess up, and if ever, I make it sure I clean my own clutter. I don't blame someone for it neither depend for others to save my ass from a work's fiasco. I kiss ass not because I have to but because I love my job I am ready to suck all the monsters and bad dreams my job has. Yeah, I can be a sucker. I ask myself what's in it for me and if I find more 'none' than ''on the other hand', I am sure to quit. ASAP. Also, I try my very best to befriend all my colleagues not to stick to them for promotion but because I want to establish a good camaraderie with them. Sometimes, I can be anti-social but when the boat starts to sail, I could be their best ride ever.

On the other hand, I am sure a giver. I am not stingy for advices and help. I even volunteer for the dirty-works and the nitty-gritty part of the job. I am not secretive when sharing information and I would always want to learn in group. Yes, I am definitely a team-player.

I'm blogging all of this because I want to let something off my chest. There's just this someone from, er, work that irks me the most. If you happen to come across my blog, which I doubt because I actually know you hate reading, I just want to give you some reminders, for your own good.

1. Do.not.Compete.with.ME. Because I actually don't think of you at work. I don't care if you're better or weaker than me, I prefer the latter, but for god's sake. Every time I hear you speak about comparing yourself to me, I might turn into a lose cannon. Tempreance, I know.

2. I won't trust you anymore. Period. I tried to be good to you but you haven't been nice to me. I hope everyone knows how bad, bad, bad you are.

3. Do you know the meaning of the words shut up? Because I think you ain't have any clue. To make it sound sweet and good...I will quote from a song, "You say it best, when you say nothing at all."

4. Please, don't bother anyone with your self-centered self. Everyone experiences the same post and everyone of us makes it through without s whine. Except you. Grow up. No one would always be there for you or will take after you.

5. Throw me all the garbage you have. Throw me all the insecurity you have. Throw me all the frustrations you have. Because really, the hell I care. The law of the garbage truck says...

”Many people are like garbage trucks. They run around full of garbage, full of frustration, full of ang

er, and full of disappointment. As their garbage piles up, they need a place to dump it. If you let them, they’ll dump it on you. When someone wants to dump on you, don’t take it personally. You just smile, wave, wish them well, and move on. You’ll be happy you did.

6. Save yourself honey, stop playing user-friendly. Because it stinks. And take note of my mantra, I try to be always good. Whatever the situation is, I don't bite. But I am not a doormat either.

The joys of first pay day

Disclaimer: There will be no figures declared in any part of this blog due to...uhm, well, I might burst your bubble. Hee.

Oh! I've got my first salary. The feeling is nice actually. I felt like I can live alone without any support from my parents, buy a car or a beautiful house with a spacious garden or put up a salon and spa. Okay scratch the last idea, but seriously, I felt independent. It's like I've reached a certain point in my life where I leave every immaturity, tantrums, petty fights, and childhood cries behind. It's like embarking on another phase of my life where I am held responsibly for every actions, and of course, for every expenses I am going to make. It really felt special when the polished and crisped bills I worked for a week or two landed on my bony hands. It feels good knowing that you get paid for working hard, or maybe not really. This is my initiation to the real world, I think.

Anyways, here's what I spent with my measly pay. Lol.

1. I bought cosmetics! Because I always have to look good, I've purchased Mary Kay Blush on and Liquid Foundation from a good friend.

Then I can be beautiful...
With these stash. I wish I could complete this, but I'm such a Clinique gal. (Sorry no actual pics)

2. Chocolate cake for everyone in the family.

Imagine this because the cake was all gone before I can take a shot ;p

3. And of course, of course...I gave some moolah to my Mama and Papa. It's a different feeling of, not pride but proud, that after soo many years of my parents' financing my needs, I can now actually repay them for everything, albeit in just small ways and, small amounts. Although they are not asking me nor oblige me to give them a portion of my pay, I feel like it's the right thing to do. I feel happy with the fact that it's now my turn to give them. I know everything they gave me could not be paid by money, but I'm sure I could put a down payment on it. :)


The rest of my measly pay, well, is sitting inside my wallet. And waiting for their friends until the next pay day.

Mondays are love.

Back in college, I use to hate Mondays because then, it signals the start of another crazy week of paper works and work loads, which means, sleepless nights and drained wallets. But today, Mondays are love, love, love for me. It's my rest day so I get to avoid a lot of things that other people hate in this first day of the week; the rush day of commuting, heavy traffic, people traffic and all that. Yeah, I get to avoid all of these. Hooray for me!

Anyways, work has been making me lose pounds and blood counts. I've got a part-time job since last week. I'm a private tutor to a Korean. The work is okay, since I teach 2 hours a day. But the nitty-gritty part is tiring; preparing lesson plans, making exams, and of course, studying the lessons I'm going to teach. Well, I'm not only after the pay but I also want my student to learn A LOT from me.

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So, how to spend your rest day with a blast (and not be dead tired the next day)? Here's how?

1. Once you hit home, hit the sack.
2. After 15 hours of good night/morning sleep, start your day, still, on your bed.
3. Watch the replay of your favorite show, as for me, my favorite reality cooking show, the Top chef. Yeah, I make myself hungry with those meals.
4. After feasting my eyes (and starving myself) with sumptuous meals, I get up and eat home cooked meals, imagining those were foods cooked by the chefs. Hay, I wish I get to sit with the judges' table too. -_-
5. Bond with family. Watch a tear-jerker movie, like Toy Story 3.
6. Watch a feel-good TV show, like Glee.
7. Go to friend's house, invited or not. Lol. Friends make me soo happy. :)
8. Ask for a body massage, either from your Mom or your Dad. In my case it's always Mom :)
9. Spend time with the boyfriend.
10. End your day with a prayer.