Foot in mouth disease

My version of it isn’t really funny. It’s more of me asking about things I shouldn’t be asking about because I know I wouldn’t like hearing the answers anyway. Hay. I don’t know why today is such a crappy crapola day. Maybe I woke up on the wrong side of the bed. Maybe I had a nightmare I don’t remember. Maybe I’m concocting issues out of thin air. Or maybe because I’m letting it be that way.

Oh well, plenty of time to stir the mood into an entirely different direction. For now, I am as grey as the sky is in this weather.

At least I’ll get to see my girls tonight for dinner. That’s at least something to look forward to.

Ciao!

And then there were three

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Froyo rocks!

Tagaytay “discovery”

When staying in Discovery Country Suites Tagaytay, there are plenty of things we are bound to “discover”.

Discovery no. 1: I say to-may-to, you say to-mah-to. Using tomatoes as part of the decor is tres chic. I love it.

They look so yummy…

Discovery no. 2:  I am still a sucker when it comes to sunflowers.

Discovery no. 3: It’s a sign—I really ought to free time to visit Thailand. We stayed at the Siam Suite and I loved the decor!

I wanted to take this home as a souvenir. haha!

Discovery no. 4: I work better when I’m not in the office. Hahaha! We had a really productive editorial planning last week and I think what really worked was the fact that we held it outdoors. Oh, and the homemade potato chips and endless supply of coffee, tea, juice and water really helped too!

Discovery no. 5: Food that taste as good as they look.

Dishes like these make me want to learn how to cook!

The rocky beginning

No reason really, but tonight I found myself reading my December to January 2007 entries. I remember being euphorically happy, impossibly sad (naks ang flowery naman ng words) and, well, mostly lost. I’m sure my old journal at home contains more lengthy entries elaborating exactly how happy and miserable I felt then. But, well, what I mostly got out of reading about the past is that there’s nothing more amazing (for lack of a better term) than blind trust.

As in I can honestly say that that was the time when I let myself trust the most—not trust in anyone, rather trusting in the grand scheme of things. So I did my breakthroughs, did a lot of things I never imagined myself doing—resisted most of them but I knew I had to do them anyway…Let myself be really vulnerable…and all this while knowing that I will eventually have to get my heart broken. But still, I trusted that whatever crappy or shitty thing happening to me then was happening for a reason and, looking back now, more than a year later…everything that happened taught me really big lessons.

And the best part about it is…I got what I prayed for after all hehehe

La lang, feeling quite sentimental now. Must be all the fluff my officemates and I are watching tonight.

Subic rape case

Saw today’s Inquirer headline and apparently the verdict’s changed—Daniel Smith is apparently not guilty. Nicole (not her real name) recanted her statement. And the ruling was made by an all-female court.This, after almost two years? Nicole’s safely tucked somewhere in the US with her boyfriend now.

Hay naku. Our judicial system clearly needs work if stuff like this still continue to happen.

Public swimming pool

Right outside my taxi window too! Very convenient! Haha open only during rainy season.

Pics for the day!

Meet my dad—

I love bamboo. Not the vocalist (although he ain’t bad!), the plant. When I have my own house, I want one in my backyard.

Dessert of the day—

The clutter in my bag—

Yun lang! Good night!

Pandemonium at the PDIC!

Today I found myself waiting listlessly at the PDIC branch in Makati with my dad. Seriously they ought to come up with a better system (and personnel) when it comes to dealing with people’s insurance claims.

But I’m not here to rant about that. hehe I wasn’t really peeved about being there because it’s a few hours worth of father-daughter time for me and popz! We met up for breakfast at Flap Jacks in Greenbelt 3—I loved papa’s order, chicken and pork tocino. I didn’t like my beef tapa that much—the eggs were too salty, eating the tapa was like eating rubber, and it was just too heavy and I was wearing my tightest pair of jeans. Ehehe.

So we got to PDIC around ten and it happened to be an interesting time. Interesting sets of characters. There was a mother-daughter tandem that happened to show up at the wrong branch because, they insisted, nobody informed them of where the venue is after countless endless phone calls. That was the first act of rage that day. I would’ve felt sorry for the guy handling the two but he was acting like a total jerk about it. The mom was clearly frustrated and annoyed beyond reason and the guy could’ve just apologized and try to set matters straight—well, he did but he was smirking and sneering the whole time which sort of annoyed me because, HELLO, it’s only the family’s hard-earned money at stake here. And this dude kept on telling my dad that he’ll call our contact in the office but he didn’t really do it until his manager finally came out to tell him to. Seriously, jerk!

Hehe. Deep breaths.

So the plot thickens. A european man (I think he’s German) comes into the room to file for his insurance claims. He’s sort of the type you’ll see hanging out at Cafe Havana in Greenbelt with a “lady friend” in tow—and this assumption was confirmed when he told the clerk his dilemma. See, P3 million worth of his money was deposited under his ex-girlfriend’s name who, from what I heard, is quite the money magnet. He was telling the clerk over and over about not releasing the money to the girl. But the clerk insisted that because the documents were under ex-gf’s name, she has to be the one to file the claim and Mr. German just has to monitor the whole process himself lest he wanted the girl to run away with his money. Yikes. Seriously these dudes should learn!

Person beside Mr. German was Mr. American, claiming insurance with his current lady in tow—and this one is a picture of the classic -bleep- with her torn black fishnet stockings, skimpy shorts, oversized ostentatious belt, platform flower-printed glittered heels, glittery nail polish, and oversized Nicole Richie shades. I’ll shut up now lest I say something politically incorrect!

Bottom line here is…the place was stewing with moolah issues. Understandable because a lot of people DID lose a lot from these Legacy dealings. I don’t think I want to go there again—my own papers (my uncle’s really but it’s under my name) weren’t processed yet, apparently, so I have to go back again DRAT—almost everyone there felt “mabigat”. Too much anger and frustration in the air—it’s an angry mob in the making. There were old women my lola’s age tsk-tsking and shooting daggers at clerk the jerk, people calling people to complain about what was happening, etc etc. It can drag you down, seriously. If you’re not careful, you’ll actually be part of the angry crowd!

My back started to hurt really bad while I was there—I noticed that every time I am in a room with that vibe, I tend to feel like my back’s about to break.

But thankfully the rain washed away all the nega energy I picked up from that place. When my dad and I got out of the building, it was raining buckets. We waited at the entrance until the rain turned back to a slight drizzle and headed back to our car. He dropped me off at Glorietta where I can get a cab. To cheer myself up, I decided to grab an apple turnover at Bread Talk. Then it was just me, my iPod, and the 90s on our way to Intramuros!

An interesting day to say the least!

If I were God…

I would fast-forward tonight to tomorrow.

Change nothing, well okay one bloody thing anyway, about Sunday and today.

Remove all the calories and fats from every sinfully delicious dessert on the planet. On a related note, make fat-free (but equally delicious) buffet options available—at a lesser cost! Hehehe

Make myself immune to writer’s/artist’s blocks.

Straighten my tired back.

And while we’re talking body parts, get rid of all my excess baggage! (I think I’ll make a vain god, este, goddess!)

Fly.

Negate the need for visas in entering all countries in the world AND make all currencies of equal value.

BUT only after, because I might as well, bring world peace. Haha.

And rid the world of garbage—both tangible and intangible.

Amen.

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EDIT:

AND FIX THE FRIGGIN WEATHER!