Idle

I need to practice yoga again. Or at the very least, engage in some form of exercise.

And avoid eating heavy lunches.

I’m so sleepy. Ack.

Elevators

Really. What is it with him, me and elevators? Hahaha.

Great day ahead!

Deadline for a sideline this afternoon–I’m way behind but I’ll deliver. Research needed for an EB article I’m supposed to submit tomorrow. Shop for a Turquoise blouse later at Rockwell or Glorietta for this weekend’s event. Write article the whole night. Lunch meeting with Don and Dax, will probably last two hours so I’m cutting my breakfast break short! Waaah. Where is Leah??

And tomorrow’s first coaches training session–will probably last all night. Then again, how would I know? I’ve never attended one. LOL

Talked with C yesterday. I’m really glad we paired up. This is going to be an awesome summer!

The heat, though, I find unbearable. Especially when I have to wear something layered for work–aircon in the office is subzero. Freezing. Brrr.

Alright, have had my daily blog fix. Work work work!

Karma is a reclining bus seat

Last weekend was a blast. I had fun lolling around in Zambales with my brunas. It was an adventure, straight out of a Mexican flick. Well, the mini non-airconditioned bus-ride we took to Candelaria anyway (we had to transfer buses). The scenery outside was reminiscent of that bus ride Ugly Betty took during her trip to Mexico with Hilda. As in I half expected chickens to start running across the aisle chasing fruits that fell out of the crate of some fruit vendor. Wehehe and the bus had wooden seats! And my seat happened to be right above the bus’ engine. I felt my flipflops struggling not to melt.

Anyway, will blog about it as soon as I upload the photos. In the meantime, check out my travel blog, Moo With Me. Yes shameless plug. I wrote about Siquijor.

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Proof karma exists:

We transferred buses in Olongapo City to get to Pasay. There was a slightly long queue at the ticket booth and my friends and I were chatting animatedly about something. We went to stand behind the person we thought came before us–we were mistaken because apparently the line was not really a line. It took a curve right behind that person.

We were not aware of this until this really horrible woman wearing a large gold tacky headband and an even larger brown hair clamp announced rather loudly, “Hoy Miss, dito ang pila.”

She could’ve been nicer. It wasn’t like we cut in line intentionally, we were just not aware about it. She did not have to be rude nor did she have to raise her overplucked eyebrows and roll her red, bloodshot eyes at us! Hmmm…maybe she was just tired. Haha anyway, we just said ‘ok’ and fell in line behind her. She was really seething, which was amusing. Wonder what was eating her?? LOL

So there I was thinking I wouldn’t be seeing her again anytime soon. But the moment I stepped onto the bus and located seat number 26, lo and behold, who would be sitting in seat 27 but Gold Headband Brown Clamp Lady!

I had to pass through her and I swear it wasn’t intentional (it wasn’t! it wasn’t!) but my bag hit her face! I mumbled my apologies (hey it wasn’t that hard, wag siyang mag-inarte!) and went to take my seat beside her thinking all the while that *slightly evil laugh here* karma really existed!

Karma proved to be a bitch.

If getting hit on the face with a bag wasn’t bad enough, Gold Headband Brown Clamp Lady placed her drink on the pouch behind the seat in front of her and was in the middle of adjusting its cap (it was a large treat she bought for herself from McDonalds waha) when suddenly, the man in front of her fully reclined his seat!

Out poured half the amount of her large Coca Cola drink onto her faded blue jeans!

The expression her face took was a classic. As in, WTF?!

I had to look directly out the window, find something remotely interesting (anything!) to distract myself and keep me from bursting out into laughter. As in I think I nearly had a heart attack. The moment she stood up to go to the rest room, I laughed til my sides ached. I didn’t even care that people were looking–some were laughing right along with me. Ah, schadenfreude! But it didn’t last long, I had to stop. Maybe she was just having a bad day…haha

Anyway. There you have it folks. Proof karma DOES exist and will bite you in the ass. Or in her case, pour half your favorite soda onto your, well, it was probably her favorite pair of jeans.

So be NICE!

Serendipity?

Why is it that when I find myself looking forward to going on holiday, I end up suddenly loaded with deadlines?

As planned, I’m going to Zambales this weekend to relax and bake under the sun with Au. As in I’m really psyched about it because I’m just loving the fact that my goal to hit as many places as possible this year is actually coming along well. Moving.

And then the deadlines show up. I have THREE.

Of all the days my sideline racket assigns another article (haven’t heard from them in almost two weeks since the last submission), they have to do it today. As in I have five days to finish it. Article is due on Thursday.

And then I found myself taking on another project. A PR project for a shoe brand. It includes writing an article and doing press rounds (I asked Ai to do press rounds in my stead–we’re splitting the fee) and the article is due on Wednesday. It was supposed to be Tuesday but I just had to beg off and ask for an extension. I don’t come back from Zambales til Monday so it would really suck if I have an article to write the moment I get back from my trip. Welcome back bitch! Haha

Anyway, I have to at least have a rough draft of the PR article by tomorrow night. I’ll fine tune it on Tuesday and submit on Wednesday. The Automated Testing Tool article, on the other hand, will have to wait until Wednesday night. But I need to at least print out background materials to take with me. Oh God, I’ll be reading about regression tests at the beach! Huhu.

Oh well. I asked for this. I told myself at the beginning of the year that I want rackets. Multiple income streams. And now I have it. And they pay really good money–the PR racket, for one, will be paying me almost a whole month’s salary’s worth. I’ll be damned if I don’t do it! And the ATT article will give me a couple more thousand bucks worth. I’m actually earning really good money here!

Wow. I so did not realize that until today. What I asked for I am actually getting. Freaky…but good freaky. So I love it! hehehe

Back to work now. Have a great long weekend!

Ack!

My sideline assigned another article.

This time, I’m even more clueless about the topic: Automated Testing Tool. Regression Testing.

What the…

Oh well, a new topic to learn. Hahaha. I’m still waiting for them to publish my first article on offshore development. I want to get my first paycheck already. Heh.

And I swear…I really REALLY have to start working on The Book. I want the final draft done by end of March!!! I’m thinking of making it my professional goal for Leap 36. Gawd I can’t believe I’ll be doing goal-setting again! And this time, that’ll be on top of making sure my council achieve theirs! Winner! haha

Anyway, gotta get back to work. Have emails to write, contests to finalize, etc etc. I’m so busy!

Wanderlust and Looking Good

I created a travel blog: Moo with me.

The url idea I got from Maureen’s monologue in RENT. And I thought I’d give WordPress a shot.

I went to get my feet pampered during my lunch break again. I don’t know if having a salon in the ground floor of my building is a good or bad thing. Later at 6, I’ve set an appointment for a haircut and color treatment. The head stylist at Rever offered to give me the haircut for free if I go ahead with the color treatment. Their haircuts normally cost P615. The color treatment costs a little over a thousand but considering the fact that I’m getting a free cut, I figured what the heck. Why not?

I hope the woman doesn’t end up murdering my hair. Else I’d be really mad. Magsasabunutan kami.

And I have a firm grip. Waha.

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Ok. Why am I suddenly pampering myself? I want to be in a good space in time for my first coaches meeting tomorrow. I’ll be meeting the rest of the coaches and I don’t want to seem a wreck. I don’t want to look frazzled. I want my look to reflect the state my life is in right now–put together.

I’m sick of looking like a watered down version of my fabulous self. Waha. So I’m going all out. Which is what I’ll be doing when I coach anyway so it’s about time it manifests in all aspects of my life.

Ergo, the sudden desire to look good is not a shallow whim. It’s just me finally acknowledging how effin’ great I can be. Capisce?

Hehe

Oops, I did it again

It seems I have a knack for making a fool of myself when I’m around Crush.

There was this time when I was talking loudly about him with my officemate by the elevator when suddenly, while I was at my talking peak, he got out. My face literally froze mid-laugh. I don’t know how I will ever describe the state my face was in when I met his eye. That was the first.

The second was the OMG incident. I blogged about it recently.

And now I have another one to add to the list.

It happened by the elevator again. Side note: What is it with him, me and elevators? *evil grin*

This time, we were riding the same elevator. He was conversing with his officemates and I found his voice so distracting that on my way out, I got really disoriented. As in I turned to the right and started walking towards this office I did not even find familiar! It turns out the unfamiliar office was the law firm directly in front of Le Office.

I had already adapted this confident Project Runway walk that anyone stepping out of the elevator with me would think I knew where I was going. And I would’ve pulled it off had my officemate Leah not called my name, rather loudly I might add, causing me to stop mid-stride.

I looked like one of those cartoon characters that run into invisible walls. As in I froze. And ended up looking like the ultimate airhead–I had this totally puzzled idiot look plastered on my face.

As in, uh, duh. Huh?

Anyway to cover up my blunder, I just sashayed left a la Zoolander and went into my office while listening to Leah laughing at my expense. Hmph. Haha kidding! We had a good laugh over it after. It’s a good thing I still have my sense of humor intact.

Consolation? At least he knows my name now! LOL

God, so high school!!!

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On a more serious but equally exciting note, I’ve accepted Jovy’s invite to join her coaching team last night! This is going to be one challenging but awesome summer! I’ll be so busy I won’t have time to sleep or think about Crush Blunders! Hahaha

This hits home

Kainis!

Walk the talk

Jovy, the upcoming Head Coach of Leap 36, just called to invite me to be part of her coaching team.

I have never been more terrified in my life. OH. MY. GOD.

I have til tomorrow to decide. But I more or less know what my answer will be.

And I know I’m going to come off all new-age and sh*t but check out my horoscope:

The extraordinary efforts of someone in your crew — social circle, office clique, team, whatever — are creating some incredible opportunities for you right now, and today is the day to take advantage of them! Put the routine matters of the day aside and put your name on the list of volunteers for a brave new experiment. You have to show that you’re eager to get involved in order for anyone to involve you. Be sure to show gratitude to the person who enabled all of this to happen.

Oh dear.

I’m really doing this, aren’t I? I’ve been resisting it for the longest time. As in the number of times M addressed me as ‘future coach,’ I just laughed it off. Because I am just really terrified. Scared of failure. But even more scared of the possibility of doing a spectacular job. In a way, I’ve always sabotaged my success because I could never accept the possibility that I could actually be something GREAT. I could actually make a difference.

But now…shit this is really IT.

I was planning to go MIA in OCCI but I guess something is telling me to stop with all the escaping and the running away. It’s time I face up.

And the next LEAP’s theme? Walk the Talk.

*bleep*

If that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.

Now that I think about it, I really feel that finally, life is actually working for me. After I had slain that particular “dragon,” I’ve never felt more empowered. And then everything started falling into place. I suddenly have tons of writing rackets, I’m really loving work (as in really loving it), I’ve moved on from my last pseudo-relationship, I’ve reunited with long lost friends (yes Celeste, ikaw yun), and I am just really loving the space I am in right now. I know, I know. I sound like the biggest optimist ever but really, I’m just stating facts.

Life is good.

Crush blooper

I haven’t seen my office building crush ever since I got back from Dumaguete.

Since then, I have formulated countless of theories explaining his absence. He resigned. He was shipped off to a remote location to handle training for a new division of his company. He was mugged the day I left and had no money to go to work so he had to beg for an entire week in some remote Quiapo backstreet while recovering from the wretched beating he was subjected to. He was kidnapped by mysterious alien life forms. Bad timing–>he went to Dumaguete the day after I left and he sat on the same seat I did on the plane, ate in the same restaurant I ate, walked along the Boulevard the exact same time but only a day after my departure… LOL The last one’s my favorite. It screams “B MOVIE!!!”

I have a hundred more. Buzz me if you’re interested in hearing the crazier ones.

So anyway. I finally saw him again today. And I looked like a total schmuck. I was just so shocked when I saw him (I honestly thought I would never see him again) that I ended up blurting (rather loudly, I might add) “Oh My God.”

And let me emphasize the fact that each syllable was properly enunciated that even a person fifty feet away from me would figure out exactly what I had just said. Crush was around 15 feet away. I was looking directly at him. Our eyes met. I turned and frantically signaled to Leah that he was there and the next thing I knew when I turned to look again, he was gone. Probably scared off by his psycho stalker. Hahaha this reeks so much of high school. Well, high schoolish flirtations are all about I can handle now so it’s all good! hehe

Crush was looking scruffier than usual–he looked like he didn’t shave for an entire week. He looked hawt. Leche. Why is it when girls do their own version of not shaving (say, not shampooing our hair), it does not have the same desired effect as that of men not shaving? Some of them, the ones like Crush anyway, look even hotter unshaved. They should be looking gross and unclean but they end up looking sexy and “rugged.”

When girls don’t shampoo even for a day, they look greasy. LOL Imagine if girls do not even bother shaving their, say, underarm hair. Ewww. If I were a guy, I’d be running towards the opposite direction.

Not the same effect as men’s ruggedness, that’s for sure. Then again, tell a girl she looks rugged or scruffy and, I don’t know, you just might end up getting bitch-slapped.

This week’s reminiscent of college hell-weeks. We’re finally launching! Yey!