Ouch!

Day 5 of the 60-day blog challenge.

Today is not my day, I'd like to say so. Here's a series of unfortunate events that happened to me today.

1. I didn't hear my alarm clock went off hence I arrived late at work.

2. I fell off the bus. As in literally, I stepped on the wrong stair as I get off the bus and then, boom, I fell. With my elbows on the floor, I stood up and said "I'm okay, I'm okay." And then I quietly walk inside the airport. That's a great way to start my day. Gah.

3. "That depressing news". I hope I can achieve my goal one day. I just thrive in the idea that God has better plans in store for me. Patience. Hope, dear.

4. I conditioned myself to eat ice cream after lunch. I was yearning for it. I fell in line for the ice cream and just when it was my turn, there were no ice cream on the stands. I was in front of the line and there was none left. No more.

5. I left my umbrella at home. And it was raining this afternoon. You already know what happened next.

6. As I arrived home, Papa was mad. He was a lose cannon. His blood pressure skyrocketed again because he was worried of me. Yep, I'll always be a baby. I did not say a word. I let him cool down.

7. I'm tired. Working but underpaid. All bruised up. Fat. Frustrated. And worst, broke.

Oh well, it's true that when it rains, it pours. Good night. I hope to see the rainbow tomorrow when I wake up.

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 grown up post

The title reflects my feelings for the past few days. Mainly because of...

1. I exercised my right to vote for the very first time.
2. I am so broke, and that means I should get a job.
3. I can't handle my emotions, and that means I should act like grown ups do.


Last May 10 marked my day as as 'official' adult as I voted for the person I believe and trust enough to lead this country. That day was of first times- first automated elections and first time to vote! Oh well, I congratulate the Comelec for having a really fast and efficient elections despite of some problems in some areas. True enough that we should not fear technology rather embrace it. The whole country is stunned by the fast election results. Everyone thought that election day would be a doom's day for Comelec, that the automated polls is doomed to fail. But that proved everyone wrong. Everyone is so scared and apprehensive of the new technology and wanted to go back to manual-inefficient-and-full-of-cheating counting. I guess everyone's eating their own words right now. I wonder how's that taste like? ;p

The only bad ass in the election process is the long and unorganized lines. Since it was my first time to vote I was excited to go to our precinct I asked my Mama and my Sister if we can vote early. We went to Humayao, our precinct, at around 9am, weary, tired, and pissed off people welcomed us into the school. Some of them are rummaging on thick papers finding for their precinct. Oh gad, they were just disorganized! Goodness! I came prepared so it would be hassle-free but these people, they make their lives complicated! Really! They can just look on their claim stubs or voter's id or check their precincts on Comelec's website. They were complicating theirselves because they follow what others do or believe on what others say. As we enter the school some angry and anguished people encourage us to go back home because the lines are chaotic blah, blah, blah. We didn't believe them otherwise proceed to what we're really ought to do. After an hour, we already finished the process. I was quite nervous that the PCOS machine wouldn't accept my ballot because my shadings were not perfect. Scared and excited as I child holding her first barbecue I deposited the paper in the machine and tada, "Congratulations, your vote has been registered."

Technology isn't that painful eh? We just have to go out of the cave and embrace it, shouldn't we?

The results are almost complete now and I'm still unhappy. Well, as a grown up (hee, pangagatawanan ko na to!) I have to understand that my vote is only one and majority wins still. I wish this country will be better under the Aquino administration. I will just do my part to help this country redeem its beaten pride. I will pay my tax, follow the traffic lights, segregate and throw properly my garbage, follow ordinances and laws, OBEY signage, support the country's tourism by deciding not to travel abroad within this year (Yay, more domestic tours!), partake on national issues by not abdicating my rights as a Filipino, and be a citizen journalist. A watchdog. A conveyor of truth.

Okay this sounds so grown up and so I'm tucking myself to bed tonight with milk and cookies by my side. ;p

What I felt inside that small white room

Cold.
White.
Cornered room.
Lady-like rendezvous.

Just
a.look.
among the crowd.
Shoot.

Ugly.
Dark.
Discriminated.
Unfairly treated.
Disregarded.
Neglected.
Insulted.
Half-baked.

I thought they wanted smart, skilled, and diligent workers in the industry but "that" proved me wrong. I'm just so disappointed and not satisfied with the kind of process my fellow Filipinos did! In the international industry, they are looking for both substance and form, sometimes average of form as long as a person is excellent and can positively contribute to the company. Oh well, I'd stop ranting now and focus all my energy to beach, sand, stars, flowers, and everything nice. The Universe will conspire with me if I'm positive.

I will try and try until I touch the sky! I can, I am and I will.