our love story

Here I am, longingly gazing at you, at what you have to offer… I ‘m amazed…and impressed. Yep, there’s that familiar feeling at the pit of my stomach. I was expecting that. You stir up hunger in me that’s hard to describe, and difficult to suppress. A hunger that can only be satiated by you.

I can still remember the first time we met. Flashback to when I was still a little girl. I was with an aunt and you were introduced to me. I was shy at first. My aunt prodded me on.  I was timid in your presence. You smelled so good. After a while I started enjoying myself in your company. I cherished the time I spent with you. That memory is forever etched in my mind.

Fast forward to my college years. We met each other again. This time I was with friends. I was a naïve young lady. You were more experienced, more established. I felt intimidated. You have already captured the hearts of many, I can tell. Back then, young college girls of katipunan trooped to see you, some college guys too. That was how strong your appeal was.  You were a strong presence all throughout my college years. You were a staple part of our barkada. Graduation day came, we had to part…and then life happened.

Fast forward to present times, now I’m a wife and a mother. You’re still there. More well-known and recognized than ever. You still smell amazingly good. I still get to see you, sometimes with my family, often by my lonesome. Like today, here I am, gazing up at you…and at what you have to offer. You’ve definitely changed. You’re different, in a good way. You’ve adapted to my taste. You adjusted, not just for me, but for the Filipino People. you used to be so bland, now a single bite from your burger gives a welcome burst of flavor that sends my taste buds to nirvana.

I can still remember our song: two all beef patties, special sauce, lettuce, cheese, pickles, onions on a sesame seed bun…

Hay Mcdo. who would ever thought that time will come when I will choose you over your competitor (which I thought would be my all time favorite)... hehehe =)

photo hunt :: four

Our Christmas Party last year was more organized as compared to the past years. we had presentations, games and even give aways. they gave us very appropriate objects as giveaways, smiley stress balls. =)

during moments that test my patience, i just glance at the smiley on my desk, and i can't help but smile back.

for this pic, i secretly gathered 3 other balls from other colleague's desks for a group pic...tada!

Scrappin' Good Time!

I’m just so excited that scrapping mojo is back! I feel artistic all of a sudden, plus the pressure of seeing so many pictures to be scrapped about, aahh! The scrapping rush is such a welcome feeling! Although I still take too long to finish a project, the satisfaction of seeing a finished product is priceless. I just love it.

Gotta scrap! Gotta scrap! Just can’t stop…!

Jasmine and Jorje are out!

Tonight's American Idol featured Kanye West and Kelly Clarkson.

The judges also revealed the latest twist in this season's Idol, that they have a one-time-only chance to save an idol hopeful should they find themselves in the bottom on the voting list. tonight however, they didn't demonstrate this rule innovation since all the judges chose not to save Jasmine Murray and Jorje Nunez.

In the other night's episode where they featured Michael Jackson and the Jackson 5's hits, Jasmine sang a very forgettable rendition on I'll Be There while Jorje made it almost painful for the audience to watch him sing Never Can Say Goodbye. I also felt a little bad about this because i think he is a pretty good singer. Too bad though he chose the wrong song.

My favorites Danny Gokey, Adam Lambert and Meagan Corkrey are still in the running, woohoo! I'm so excited to watch the next episode... we'll see what they will feature next.

LO Share: Our Christmas Eve 2008

photo hunt :: space

this pic was taken in clark pampanga. i just had to take a picture of the streets, because it is a sight i almost never see here in manila. a street with almost no cars! in my experience here in manila, during my daily commute to the makati, our highways turn into virtual parking lots. i am so used to heavy traffic that seeing a street with so much empty space is like a breath of fresh air!

You Complete Me

You Complete Me
March 7, 2009

prongs by Simply Sweet Designs by Kim polaroid frame from sincerely yours design by debbie knorrpaper by spontaneous delight of Carrie Stephensword tags by fmarini

Good Start for March

The month started right for me. I was not late. Woohoo! For the last couple of months, I was late for the first working day of the month… but not this time! In fact I was early. Hehehe… I have a good feeling for this month. I wanted to promise to myself no absences for this month, but this is not possible because we have to go to the DFA to file for our passport renewal and to get a new one for the little girl. Anyhoo… I will try my darnest to fight the temptation to be absent. Good luck to me! Hehehe.

Thank God It's Friday!

Wala lang. I just wanted to shout (write) it out loud. The weekend is here at last! And I went to work the whole week! An achievement for me! Hehehe…

Passion Or The Lack of It

Caffeine has finally settled in. my nerves have gone haywire. I just dropped everything I had, one after the other, like a comedic moment, like a comic relief. First my cell phone, then my umbrella, and finally my book. All the while making a ruckus in the quiet café I was sitting in.

My heart is now pumping fast. I feel a rush! Although what I’m feeling is just a fake one, a caffeine rush, this must be similar to how it feels when you do something passionate for. Hmmm? When will I feel that? When will I feel passion for something? Sure, I feel strongly for my loved ones, but sometimes I wonder what it feels like to be driven by a force so strong, it would be impossible to ignore it. I want to feel what Michael Jordan must have felt for basketball, or Tiger Woods for golf.

My job barely induces any emotion from me. I don’t have that many interests or advocacies. I wanted to support cancer groups a few years back (in memory of my mom)  but I realized I still felt resentment towards cancer survivors. (boy, I thought I was over that) I’m into blogging and digital scrapbooking, but what I feel does not really reach the passionate level.

Hmmmm. Maybe that’s why my life has no direction. There is just no drive to do something and to strive to be good at it. I am just not moved by anything so strongly, that I would feel that life would not be complete if I were not doing it.

What am I good at? I am a nerd. I love books and yet I have piles and piles of unread books at home. I can barely remember the previous books that I did read. I’m a failure to all nerds in the world.

I got good grades when I was in school. I was a consistent dean’s lister in college, I graduated top 7 of my whole college batch. Yet I didn’t like accounting enough for me to pass the CPA board exam. I was good in both Math and English. Science too. That’s why as a child, I wasn’t really sure which path to take. I didn’t know what I wanted to be. What I was sure of is what I didn’t want to be. No medical courses for me. (the sight of blood or someone in pain makes me hyperventilate) nothing that involves public speaking or dealing with people either. (I was extremely shy, still am). I don’t want to sound ungrateful to my parents for having paid for my college education but I just hated accounting. I mentioned this once to my mom, and she looked really hurt. (she was the one who said I should take up accounting) I never mentioned it again, at least never out loud. But my heart knew the truth. Yet, here I am, working for 11 years in a bank, an officer of the accounting department no less.

Sometimes I feel bad, for not having the passion for accounting. I’ve seen colleagues who simply live and breathe accounting. My father is so proud of his accounting training, he attributes his money know-how to this. I, on the other hand, with no budget sense at all, up to my eyeballs with debt, and with 2 failed CPA board exams under my belt.

So I hate accounting, that much I am sure of now. What do I want? The answer to that one I’m not so sure.

I like to write. I wanted to take a writing course, still do. But I’m afraid that they will focus on creative writing, I’m more of an essay kinda girl. I’m afraid that creative writing entails a vivid imagination, mine has long since died, the right side of my brain has long since atrophied. I love reading stories, but I’ve never written a short story in my life. Maybe, I just never tried.

I like English. There was a time when I felt I was facing a fork in the road. I wanted to drop (escape) everything that has to do with accounting, and try teaching. I’ve been told time and again that it is never too late for a career change. As in I was seriously going back to school to earn a degree in education (actually that option is still on the table, being considered, not as seriously though) But then it dawned on me, I may not have the patience for teaching. I’ve heard it often referred to as a vocation. I may not be so noble. Or maybe I’m just afraid to waste years of my life with yet another mistake.

Often I regret that life is just passing me by. I’m not getting any younger. So what do I want? What do I want to do with such burning fervor? When will I get the guts? What makes my blood race and my heart skip  a beat? When will I ever discern what I want to do with my life? When will I finally get to feel that celebrated PASSION?