updates

Just a quick update

SSS ID

I finally received my SSS ID! yahooo!

After more than 2 years worth of contributions, I finally came around and arranged for an SSS ID 3 months ago. To think SSS is a few blocks from our place in QC haha. You couldn't imagine the ordeal I had to go through dealing with banks without this tiny card. hurmph. That's what I get for not driving or flying (or mustering my guts to get a TIN ID).

My sis in Pampanga texted: "Andito na pla SS id mo." And I replied: "Yehey! Ganda?" (err, like it matters?) Sis: "Ganda pix. May bangs."

Pantot

After watching a feature by Jessica Soho on Pantots (skunks), we affectionately call Migoy pantot. And he loves his new nickname haha. "Pantot ako!" He says. Funny kid.

Kids are so much fun. Migoy's current fixation is his recently-discovered language rule-- singular and plural. Like "Lolo... maraming lolo-- lolos!" One time he kept on asking mamu to "open [the] bak." mamu kept on asking, "what bak?" Later on, everyone figured that he meant the "box." Kung sabagay, isa lang. Eh di bak lang.

Back with the bangs

yep, after a couple of months of being bangs-free, i decided to get back with the bangs hehe. I got so bored last Sunday and had the strongest urge to get a hold of a pair of scissors... tadaaa!

Moving
Or at least I want to move... Ate Di offered to share her apartment in Makati. Moving near my workplace would save around 3 hours of travel time each day. No prob going home late, too. I need somebody to take my spot here in my qc apartment first, though. Is anybody interested? Message me for details:)

Adsense
I thought this earning through blogging was cool, so I added adsense to my blog... the deal is once you accumulate $100 to your account, a check will be sent by google to you. With the rate of my clicks... cguro in 10 years may check na ko! wahahaha

Leaving on a jetplane

Mom and dad are leaving in roughly a month. Haay... the last time mom left, it was undeniably sad around home. What more now that both of 'em are leaving? haaay...

A Few Words Away

I'm a couple of hundred of words away from meeting my weekly quota.

I got home around midnight last night and before heading for bed, I just had to sympathize with my beloved roommate who has been tormented by a seemingly-wicked boss for the past weeks. While she was ranting about her current confrontation with the boss from hell (not my words, haha), I felt no less than blessed for my manager.

We just met with our manager yesterday afternoon, Tata and I. I can't help but find cute her very polite ways of asking why our productivity took a dive the past couple of weeks. She slightly hints, "Is it because suddenly, you were the only writers left in the team?" I would like to say yes, because we were really tulala after that incident. But then, I am not a quitter and I shall not use any excuse, valid or not, to justify lack of excellence in my work.

That is why I'm aiming for our new quota-- 7-9,000 words a week. I'm only a couple of hundred of words away :)

Bad news

Just a few paragraphs away, I was stomped by what some may call a "writer's block." For me, I simply call it hunger and a short attention span.

My eating habits have been really weird lately... matching my weird body clock. You see, I usually get home late, causing me to wake-up late, and after all the preparations and devotions, it's a bit too late for breakfast and quite early for lunch. So I have brunch. Since I only had my fave tuna cheesemelt from 7-11, i was on empty tank by 4pm. I was craving for sometihng warm to match the weather. Coffee. Coffee and Siomai. Haha fine, it's weird.

Looking out the window and seeing the gloomy weather, I suddenly felt like having Chowking's hot chocolate. Hot chocolate and siomai. huwaw. Have you tried Chowking's hot choco? Wow, it's the best. It's like champorado without the rice haha.

So I googled (by reflex, sorry, can't help it)if chowking serves hot choco in the afternoon. I chanced upon this cool blog that broke the bad news. Chowking doesn't serve hot choco no longer, waaaahh.It started raining anyway so I can't really go any further than mini-stop.

So I ended up with 3-in-1 coffee and pizza kariman. *burp* Refueled and good as new.

Ok, 200 words, here I come.

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Plug: Watch Bitoy's funniest videos this sat: Pastor Zha would be there ;)

Yesternight

Not a usual evening, last night was.

Birthday Cake and Birthday Coffee

It was Chuchu's birthday the other day, so we had a quick celebratory coffee break before I headed back to QC last night. I got off from work early, picked up birthday girl from Robinson's Summit, and we salivated our way to CBTL (the Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf), Paseo center. I tell you, I've been having too much second rate coffee (re: Starbucks) lately that I've missed the real taste of coffee so much.

We just had an hour but we had one of the best conversations. It was all about remembering: our spiritual childhood, intense intercession moments of the past, unforgettable tastes of glory; We also spoke of burning desires: for the heart of the Lord, for depth, for intimacy. Momentarily, all the coffee table smalltalk was eaten up by the fire in our hearts.

This is friendship. :)

***BTW, we got one of those free circuit magazines in CBTL and guess whose face we saw?
Manong Dan's!

Shoutout to Dan: Sikat ka na talaga manong! Chachie grabbed a copy for you :)

D Cell Meeting

I missed our cell meetings; It's been a while since we last met as a cell. It was a powerful revelation from Momsy doo. It was about Abraham and Eliezer. Before Isaac ever came to being, Abraham was so ready to resign to the fact that his servant Eliezer would be his heir. But God still had something up His sleeves. All He asked of Abraham is to resist fear and to believe.

It was so fresh. It gave me the faith to go another mile. :)

Kidnapped!

Yes, after D cell meeting, I was kidnapped. By three huge (wahaha ) guys. Old friends Shawn, Chan, and Toots ambushed me and took me to some hole in the wall place in Katipunan. Only to see their surprise... tadaaan! Secret daw. hehe

They're good friends... some from way back kindergarten to highschool. Being there though, hearing their sentiments regarding broken relationships, (attempts to mend one of those actually) all the more settled questions in me.

The question of the 10 and the 2? Hahaha.

Fragments of thoughts

Google

Google has been my bestfriend for the past four months.Although initially they (the bosses and engineers) came up with ideas of acquiring books, contacting consuls, visiting libraries and other research means, we still ended up with the good ol' Google. As in we google everything we need to write about and voila! instant article.

I got so google-attached that even non-work-related stuff I google almost by reflex. A couple of weeks ago, my friends and I ended up talking about butterflies and moths. Dan asked, "are all caterpillars green?" With no answer stashed in the recesses of my brain (why didn't my students ask that question when we had an entire semester talking about butterflies?), I told him that i'd get back to him. And so I googled it. And i did get back to him to tell him that no, not all caterpillars are green.

My sister once texted and asked about her hubby's doctor's diagnosis; i googled it. An officemates once asked about the usage of a phrase; i googled it. I remembered an old friend this afternoon; i googled him (stalker?!). Goodness, it is true. Almost all information is a tinker a way nowadays.

Zafra



Stumbled upon Jessica Zafra's blog. She's still funny as usual but it seems like the magic of Zafra left me. Is it because bitterness, sarcasm and acrid statements do not do it for me any longer? Or is it because she's been over-exposed and commercialized that she became less the hero that i once thought she was? And reading her stuff that didn't sell(these are blog entries, not published Twisted essays), I realized tha she is a geek capable of writing a lot of boring stuff, too. I have nothing against you jessica. just random thoughts.

Bus

I've always loved bus rides.I have had my share of traumatic bus rides,mind you. But nothing really stopped me from choosing busses over, say, the MRT.

I hate the MRT. I hate the fact na mabilis nga ang biyahe mo, naka-splat ka naman sa bintana, or worse, sa kilikili ng katabi mo. Besides, I don't get bored easily despite the traffic in Crossing ibabaw. You can leave me with nothing but my thoughts and a comfortable seat for a while and you won't hear me complain or see me become restless.

Lately may favorite bus ako. Yung purple na bagong bus. Ang luwag ng seats and may LCD screens sa harap at sa gitna. Kaya lang di ko na sha masyado fave ngayon. Kasi naman, aside from the fact na ang weird ng collection nila ng dvd's, lahat ng tao gustong sumakay dun. Siksikan na tuloy.

Bottom line

I have none. Just... fragments of thoughts lingering in my head.

Loving Nichole....

NICOLE NORDEMAN lyrics

Of Scattered Thoughts and a Sad Bottomline

I was YMing with an ex-officemate, MeanMay, and she asked, "No, really...what are your thoughts about it?" (referring to a rather shocking occurence in this place where we met). I answered, "My thoughts...My thoughts are everywhere."

I really don't know what to think... I also find it quite hard to decipher what I feel, as a matter of fact. Not only about that "rather shocking occurence" but about stuff i'm being dealt with right now. Honestly, from the pit of my stomach and the depths of my heart, I solidly, wholeheartedly believe there is no reason to be down or depressed or low or even anxious about. After all, I just so know that God minds every detail of my life. But I did find myself in tears as I lay my head on my pillow last night.

I guess it's just the physical exhaustion over the weekend, the emotional roller coaster for the past few days, my Lord's personal dealings to my heart that He just finds so precious...and the loneliness perhaps?

I don't even feel worried, as I my heart so trusts His word that He works for the good of those who love Him (rom 8:28). I don't feel angry, for bottomline, there's no one(or no use) to blame. I don't feel hopeless for I find countless of reasons to wake-up each day and move toward my destiny.

I guess I'm just... sad.

Can I be sad, Lord?

Such an Ally Mcbeal moment

Such an Ally Mcbeal moment, last night was. Walking along the deserted road of Rufino, with one cold hand tucked in my coat pocket and the other hand holding up the umbrella that shielded me from the gentle drops of rain; with Norah Jones singing in the background (from my ipod at least), the thought crossed my mind. It was such an Ally Mcbeal moment. Only there is nothing to be tormented about. There is no reason to be bitter or dejected. My God is too good.

Wishlist

I was browsing through my December blogs and I realized that the Lord has already answered quite a number of my faith-filled Christmas wishlist items hehe. In bold are those that I already received as of July 2, 2007 :)

My Christmas Wishlist

I turned 24 this year, so i have 24 things on my list haha

1. a leather bound bible-- hand bag size but not so trim line

2. a laptop

3. a massage √

4. a fun, fulfilling, challenging and good paying DAY job √

5. a flat/apartment of my own in Makati

6. a new couch for our apartment :p

7. hard bound planner √

8. CBTL gc's

9. a pair of boots√

10. spa treat√

11. an ipod√

12. 1 year supply of coke (light hihi as if)

13. my own copy of captivating

14. CW classes

15. digi cam√

16. a trip to sagada√ /palawan/bora

17. a puppy

18. backpacking trip to europe

19. funky accessories√

20. shu uemura make-up hehe


21. medium to large organizer boxes√ /tool box-- i cant get enough of them haha

22. abrelata/ice tray/kitchen stuff

23. boxer shorts √ and cotton tank tops

24. a car



And here is my updated wishlist