Ms. Venus Raj, WTH? (Why the hair?)

 I watched (some of the) Bb. Pilipinas telecast last night. I gotta admit, most of the girls' answers were good.

Moving forward, what actually disappointed me a bit was Venus Raj's hair. She looked like a tanned Sto. Nino. I was looking forward to her stately grace and poise (which she still had, yes), but I was major majorly distracted with her hair. WTH? (Why The Hair?) I missed her 1950's classic look and aura.

pic courtesy of Youtube (screencap)

However, I'm sorta kinda glad that her "major-major" slogan was picked up by Pizza Hut. I was actually surprised she became their image model -- being that pizza is not actually a common food for models. But good for her, she became famous, in a good way, because of it.

More power to you girl! Just get rid of that 'do. Your hair is better off straight. :)

The OFW's Wife

Now I know how it feels, sending off your husband to work abroad. I purposely left all our cameras (imagine, me, the camhoe?) so as not to remind me of this day.
Nevertheless, I'm surprisingly okay, doing better than I expected. Yeah I did cry the first time I walked into our room, when I saw his shirts and stuff scattered around. I realized, no one would use them in a long time, and no one will steal my blanket and bed space anymore. I got no one to wake up with everyday. Things I took for granted suddenly meant a lot.
However, I do realize that these are trivial things to cry about (but that don't stop me from doing so anyway). I oughtta focus my efforts on giving all the support I can give on his JobHunt: The Search for the perfect Job (that won't take him for granted).
I may have the license to cry me a river, but I know I also have the responsibility to accept the reasons for this temporary separation.

Certified Green Archer

Ok, maybe not green. Pink is more accurate. I wasn't talking about my school, by the way (I just had to use the pun, sorry). I was talking about Gandiva, the uh, archery place (archery place??) in Mall of Asia.

And well, no i'm not really certified as in certified, it's more of I'm now a certified FAN. I love it. I'm almost tempted to buy my own bow. *looks at the price tags* ok scratch that thought. eeeeek! I thought simple looking ones won't cost much!

Anyway, one of our project team mates tried this with his friends, and he brought us there. The first 6 shots with instructor are free, you just have to buy your own paper target. Then it's P500/hour unlimited shots with instructor, shareable by two persons (The hourly rate can be divided by up to 2 persons only). It's actually a good stress reliever to do something different this time.

Gandiva can be found at the Marina part of SM Mall of Asia (the back part facing the Seaside restos). It's on the opposite side of Burger King.

A-cute rhino

Nope, this post is faaar frombeing about the wildlife. It's actually a cute petname for my illness. Acute rhinopharyngitis. Or that's what I think the med cert says.

New Old Post: WAPAAK!

This post (in my friendster blog) was dated March 8, 2006. It was recently brought to my attention because of a spam comment. So then I decided to read my blog again, and was amazed at how similar my sentiments are, despite having very different situations already -- case in point, I was single and ready to mingle back in 2006 while I am, as you know, married with a bouncing kid today. But still, I could have written this today, with a few minor changes.

OMG. History has repeated itself. Read on.

WAPAAK!

yan ang buhay ko ngayon. parang palaging may amats, palaging masakit ang ulo, bangag, hilo, pagod. buti sana kng dahil sa gimik. ang masaklap, sa trabaho yan. pano ba naman, napasabak ako sa gitna ng giyera na walang ka-malay-malay kng ano ang pinag-aawayan. makabuluhan nga ang trabaho ko ngayon, kng ikukumpara sa kkaibang "level" ng pagpapanggap na natutunan ko dati. pero mshdong mabigat at malaking responsibilidad ang binagsak sa balikat ko, na kahit maghhumiyaw ako ng "wait! hindi pa ako ready!" eh no choice din. kulang sa oras. alam kong walang may kagustuhan pro nangyari. pro alam ko din nmn na kng bibigyan ng oras, mas gagaan… ata… diba?.. sana…

kaya ako ay ang pinakabagong miyembro ngayon ng T.G.I.F. - Thank God It’s Friday group. Ang mga nilalang na naghahanap ng happening pag biyernes dahil sa pressure sa trabaho. nagbabaka-sakali na ang pagka lango nila pag biyernes ay dahil sa tinunggang san mig o red horse at hindi dahil sa pag ngawa ng boss o kliyente.

buti nlng nung sabado, nag birthday ang kaibaigan ko. kahit naiwan akong mag-isang gumagawa ng trabaho na pang 2 tao, ayuz lng dahil alam kong magpapakasaya ako pagdating ng sabado. pero pano na ngyong linggong to? anong katuturan ng lahat, kng walang gimik? hindi din suweldo, dahil hindi ko nmn nararamdaman un. eh ano nga?

hindi nmn sa pag gimik lng umiikot ang mundo ko. pro bakit ba prang kelangan ng wapak pagkatapos ng linggo? bakit prang kelangan ang ending ay may happening tlga? cguro dahil wala akong choice. Hindi na ako natutuwa sa trabaho ko pero kailangan kong sumugod sa giyera, dahil hindi naman pwedeng mag "permission to fall out sir!" ang byuti ko. kaya consuelo nlng un. pang balanse, ika nga.

buti nlng, may nagpapa smile sakin.

kundi dahil sa knya, haaaay…

so, anong gimik natin ngyon?

Little Big Things

It's the little things that matter, i realized. The small things i used to take for granted. Things like opening the laptop, writing in my planner, fixing my bag, or soundtripping without worrying if someone might need me. Now, i can only do these things at someone else's expense, like now whily my hubby's looking after our son.

Thanks to this app that allows me to blog from my phone, i have access to the blog i almost forgot. maybe i can now post more often? We'll see.

Ciao. Master beckons.

"It's not all about the money." Oh yeah?

I have been told that in making choices specifically about this current career, it's not just all about the money. Look at the opportunities you could have, the new learnings that you gained that you wouldn't have if you were elsewhere...

BUT, in a world where there are more withdrawals than deposit slips, where stacking credit card bills display grocery (not out-of towns, not fancy restos, but grocery) trips loving a lot of zeroes in it, where an 8.8kg little boy gulps PHP900.00 in a week and pees on a thousand worth of diapers a month, where the same little one shrieks as a PHP5,000.00 vaccine is punctured through his thigh, a world where milestones usually mean looking stoned without sleep even from a mile, a world where your health is assumed to be devoid of any necessary checkups or care, a world where your functions are not necessarily proportional to your designation (and therefore your pay), in a thankless world where your efforts seem to be invisible -- in that kind of world, I hate to admit it but it suddenly becomes all about the money.

Imagine the feeling of having nothing to look forward to but having to leave your child for it? Add to that more feelings of guilt because your duties as a mother is transferred to your own mother who in turn is struggling in her own career because she has to take over what should have been your role? The result of which are more financial challenges for your mother, something you should at least alleviate but cannot because you yourself are struggling? How fair is that?

The funny thing is, all that I'm really ranting about is having what it due us -- in industry standards.

So sue me if I beg to disagree that it's not all about the money. In my world, IT IS.