Hello, RLK!

Of course, it was so nice seeing RLK again. It's been what, six months in the running since he left. And darn I miss his witty sarcasm!

Hindi naman masyado obvious sa picture na to that I was happy! Hehe. :)

As I would like to put it, I'd prefer much to be challenged by this man's intellect than be bored to death out of somebody's nonchalance. Sharp, eh?

I hope to be seeing more of you. And with his arrival, and endless possibilities there lies, I think I'm standing my ground. I got to learn a lot from him. And will probably never tire out learning.

You know, I'm the type who prefers iron-fisted superiors. Pushes me to my limit and unleashes the best in me!

I missed you RLK! See you around! :)

The Shades Aftermath

So I was right. It was Shimoli singing in my head.

That Damned song, yesss, that!

I was all Fifty Shades of Grey the past, what, 34 hours or so? Like I am all consumed, not in the books context, with all defense If I may say, but man, how could it be possible that such delicate topic be discussed in detail in such a manner that EL James did?

I was green with envy. I wish I could write my own book. And be frigging relevant!

My thoughts were scribbled messed up, that kind of way, I was aching so bad for this entry. Yesss, that bad.

It must have done me bad sleeping my way to the office. That I ought to do a couple of years back when I was all-too-early bird. I thought I was sleep walking when I was in the train. I had to slap myself back together walking Annapolis and finally clocking in for today's work.

It's a Wednesday and I chose not to be tuning in to The Riot. Well, that must be something. I am still thrilled to get my eyes on Christian Grey and Anastasia Steele's cranked up story. I thought I was so in it I tried sending Jef an email hoping he would reply his wits out and mesmerize me for the hundredth time.

Nonetheless maybe, I was just trying to find a more artistic, yes, as I would like to put it, excuse to get my thoughts across him and how I miss him so bad. 

Jef and I. We've been through a lot. And when I say a lot, I meant A LOT. And certainly going through a lot this time. Sometimes it's just painfully ugly it brings me to tears. But that doesn't stop me though, nor the feelings I harbor for him and my high hopes of the family we ought to be building this time.

I wouldn't know if he would ever come across this entry. Given he doesn't like reading and claims that he hardly understands what I am trying to say, says I am too cryptic about things. Well, the beauty of metaphors and figurative language, all working my way.

Basically it all boils down to I love him.

And I was shivering having just typed that, or the thought of it was quite tingling to my senses.

Because I really do.

And like there's terribly nobody else I would want to be with. I know I have been stubbornly difficult and it has probably given him reasons to just give up on me, but of course it would shatter me to pieces just the mere thought of him giving up on me, like I am trying to behave the hell out of me just to make us work. Darn have I wanted him so, so, bad!

And I couldn't be missing out because of some fat-ass cynic. Pardon the words.

Sometimes I like my wit. I mean all the time. I undeniably catch my prey's yet to be introduced senses.

Given the circumstances, I would exhaust all my power to tire them out until they reconcile with their senses that what Jef and I have, it's unbreakable, certainly would hold down all the meanness they have overly indulged on me. Maybe I annoy them that much. Well that's their problem not mine. 

I could be really feisty, I'd like to think feisty-passionate, and I am all for the persons that I love. Like how I would like to put it, I can be your dearest friend or your greatest enemy. No neutral shade. No grays. Black or white, that's me.

And I am definitely not playing coy when I am not in my element. Jeez, ninjas tire out too. All for the missions and the battles I ought to be game on, this one with Jef I will be laying all my cards down, going for the win.

Doesn't matter if he isn't a man of hearts and flowers.

I love him, every teensy-weensy bit of him.

Now, that has to be so Fifty Shades of Grey.

Wanted: Emergency Chocolate

So I'm thinking where to get myself this Emergency Chocolate. Or maybe I should just tap myself to the reality that this is just an aftermath of most recent cravings? I couldn't remember the last time I grabbed a bite. Should be a while.

Today should jump start the weekend ahead. Pero I am feeling kind of tired to do a thing. Tomorrow's laundry day and here's hoping the sun would be shining brightly to my favor.

I am quite exhausted with work stuff. Or maybe all the thinking there was the past few days. Months even. And it hasn't been pretty, mind you. My skin asthma's been taking it's toll at some point I thought I couldn't take it anymore. Should hit the doctor for check up. Maybe an assessment about this stuff. See, that's kind of urgent. All that was running through my head is that this is primarily about the emotional stresses I have been into. Still into. Some kind of a limbo, some anxiety in between. Something I wouldn't entertain but now, uhm, sort of entertaining. Should be a whole lot of things running in my head and a thousand more emotions I couldn't hold up all at the same time.

Maybe I'd be better off asleep.

I am reading on Eat, Pray, Love for the second time now. Funny how unfamiliar it seemed to me. Although the emotions I was into the first time I read it was spelling familiarity now. Couldn't be a good sign.

I was heaping with heavy sighs, yes. Maybe a lot coming from disappointments. About myself, my career. Family life. And the mere fact I am channeling these bad vibes is not a good idea to toss around with. And so I was thinking, what was this pit hole that I allowed myself to slip in. Was kinda dark and ugly. Something I really don't like. Eeeky at some point. You could puke.

I should be on my toes now, I mean try to bounce back. I couldn't be in this hole for so long, I could miss out on the good things GOD will have to provide me.

Sure there's truth when Deepak Chopra said "All great changes are preceded by chaos." Maybe that's why everything's been a mess. A whole lot of mess. Like my thoughts are really a mess. But maybe it's about time to gather myself together and probably get back to my old self. Really uncanny, thinking I go about the every days of my life lately with scattered thoughts and wailing composure. Not a good sight, yes?

Maybe it's about time to get back to my NINJA MODE. Yesss, I have that in my arsenal. Like for real.

And I have this emergency chocolate to fuel me up.

Because when you're feeling this down, there's absolutely no way but up.

I have the coolest Pops!

Yes, you heard me right. And I could not be bragging any less.

Papa and I were both born in August. Maybe that's why I find it easiest to relate with him. Being the first born, I'd like to believe I was lucky having been given first hand attention. Well, they say the perks are always fun, yes? And my childhood was quite memorable. Being given all the best there is although Sai and I were born only a year apart.

I fondly remember his proud face when I bagged the Best in Math award in kindergarten, he was spilling the good news like wild fire. And out of a small girl's building ego, it was a bombastic way to fuel things out.

My love for sport was heavily influenced by his being a sportsman. Just a couple of weeks ago, imagine Papa, at 51, running the floor of the Mecca of SCH Basketball, Phase 5 court. It was quite a sight to see looking back to his younger days as a very effective cager.

He would bring us to his games to nearby subdivisions. And we would gladly cheer for him and the whole team. He was into tennis too. And mind you, he plays well too. Maybe that's why it was a lot of disappointment when Kevin declined to continue his tennis training, for free.

He plays exemplary billiards too. Hahaha. The adjectives I'm using, yesss, to the superlative degree of all superlative degrees! I would recall looking at his pictures playing billiards in his rugged maong ang patented sando, 80's style yow! Hahaha! Nonetheless, he is really bigger than his body. Bigger than his thin, unassuming body.

Growing up, we used to argue a lot. Well, because of the choice of friends I had by then maybe. He's just being protective from all the hazards of teenage life that were threatening my way. Well, gladly, he was kind of triumphant having seen me graduate from high school with, uhm, kind of borderline petiks and achiever kind of range. Hahaha! Not bad, Pa!

He would check out my volleyball games in highschool but later at home would always go nostalgic like.. Pinabayaan niyo kasi ang mga buhok niyo. Nung bata kayo ke gaganda niyan. Palagi ko sinusuklay. Ngayon, 'ta nyo.. Yan ang masasabi niya sa dry hair namin dulot ng volleyball practices. He was there on the gallery when I was cheerleader in second year. And some other activities he would make himself available.

And I just really have to say, how I appreciate his efforts in sending me to collage. I recall how happy he was munching on the idea the I was actually going to college to take Accountancy. I can tell, he was proud of me, even that early in this stage.

He wasn't playing KJ also when I had introduced Jef, February of 2006. He was just in constant reminder of the limitations we had to set, so as the priorities. That fateful day of November 11, 2007, I was marching on this mini theater in Insular Building in Alabang, he couldn't miss out telling me that I looked just fine in my pink satin graduation dress.He was also supportive in my first job stint at Air 21.

He was modestly remiding about my then active weekend drinking sprees but was understanding enough to see that I was having a bad headache the morning after. Terrible hang over that was. He was that type, letting you experience what's there to experience. But of course, always maagap to draw the line on what's tolerable or not. Cool? Yes!

He was accommodating to my friends too. Be it the girls from high school, them guys from high school too, from the youth org sa Church. We was always ready to let fly a good old joke to keep everyone at bay. 

To date, he still drives me to the bus station for work. Niloloko na nga siya ni Mommy Aids one time, Ano, hatid pa din? Bata?

And when Jef and I had to reveal our plans of getting married, it landed to him like, what? Nabingi ata. But he was a busy hand on the wedding day planning for the biggest day of my life. Hmm, I can tell, he was a little sad for a while but he got over it, lalo na when Zachary came along. Silang dalawa are like partners in crime. They would always have new antiques to brag about. Like the fact that there's nobody else I would like to take care of my son with exception to me & Jef, he would be one of the very few.

So just in time for Father's Day, thank you Papa for being the coolest papa there is! Like wala talagang papantay sa'yo! Ikaw na talaga!

Stay jeproks and watch what you eat! It's not like you're 25! But your swag feels like it!

I LOVE YOU PAPA! :)
   

In This House.

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Reunited with Ferretti

Image grabbed from the web.

I fondly remember this pair of doll shoes Mama bought me when I was, what, second year college, maybe, which was a lot like love at first sight. It was dainty and girly-girl-ish, a real eye candy with its ankle straps. Too bad, I didn't have the pictures to prove it, hoping that my words are crisp enough for y'all to believe.

A ninja in doll shoes? Yesss.

Having gone over Laureen Uy's blog, which by the way is overly FAB, it rang a thousand bells to my ears having heard of Ferretti.It was the brand which my most beloved flats belong to! So I went over its site and tried if there will be some shoe-teeny-bopper-kind-of-love. Because that avocado green flats will always be my first love!

Red pump-ed loafers, classic wedge loafers and this cute bucket shoes.

Yes, my age might tell my sense of style. Probably why those caused my heart to skip a beat! :) Nonetheless, I will always remember Ferreti for giving me my first pair of doll shoes. Looking forward to more fab finds! 

The Way to Go

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Tricsay FTW ( Part 2 )

Pardon the pictures being blurred, I had to do away with the available means to come up with a layout. Thank you Jas for the pictures. :)

Triccie FTW!

Triccie: How'd you like my pose?

So it's been roughly a week now, it must have not sunk in just yet that Triccie is out of Amici for good. It's as if she's on leave lang. Well, leave for good at that.

For wonderful ( I am assuming she thinks the same ) three years, Triccie found home in Amici. I fondly remember the first day she came for interview, very petite in form and undeniably bubbly, Ma'am Mye couldn't love her any less. She and Sir Roger even shared crisp laughs too. That must really be something, yes? Her charms walked her through the keen standards of THE RLK.

The first thing she had to do was to account for liquidations related to the new store opening. And I did not mean to actually get her brains shocked up in her first day. But she managed. And her first day was telling of how she would do with the rest of her stay with the company.

ALL EARS

Triccie could have caught me in a bad timing. Well, guess what, I was right smack in the middle of a 3-year relationship breakup. How sour could that get? And there was no way I was radiating good vibes, no way that I was going to entertain new thoughts. I was overly emo, super dwelling on moments of a relationship gone sour. But that instant she started relating to me her own story of heart break, I knew I found myself a friend whom I can share my brouhaha's of all sort.

She would comfort me those days when I went gaga over things that I allowed to happen all over again. Alam mo na Trix kung ano yun. Makulit kasi ako, mapilit. And she would always remind me to stop na. But I wouldn't. But she wouldn't stop reminding me too. But thank God, every huge tear paid off. Triccie, I wish you made it to my wedding. You played a super duper part in between our on-the-rocks stage. And you could've rightfully been there at our most momentous moment. Kayo ni Emil. I owe so much to both of you. You have kept my almost always raging emotions at pace. I know, it was hard. But you were enduring.  

In my most fragile moment, there she was, as if we have known each other a long time ago, giving me bits and pieces of advise up until this very day, I am still so thankful about.

Triccie, HB & Me.

CLICK!

It wasn't hard loving Triccie's company. She was bubbly and kind of cowboy. Super walang kaartehan sa katawan.Despite those afternoons that we were walking Annapolis up when it was raining so hard, wala kang maririnig dyan. Samantalang ako, teary-eyed na kasi naiiyak ako kapag nababasa ako. (I don't deserve this! Working hard all day, tapos mababasa lang ng ulan. ***Sobs inside.***) Hehe. She's the least that could make reklamo! Promise!

When it comes to work, she was very much persistent. Very masipag talaga yan. She would come around the earliest. That is, before dumating si Lhed. Pero nonetheless, her punctuality can never be put to question.She has amazingly created wonderful relationships with her colleagues because of her being simple in actions. She would easily relate to each and everyone of us. Walang hassle kumbaga.

ON LIFE and LOVE

I remember how Triccie's IP message went a couple of years back she got me going bananas. And I had to take a second look in disbelief. How can a tiny body like hers be on her 4th month? But I was absolutely happy for her amidst it all. I guess everyone felt the same for her because Tyrone came along.

And it was extra cute that her wedding coincided with her giving birth. So imagine all the labor pains there were, while stating her vows. Unbelievably uncanny, plus her having gone through normal delivery. Now that's a plus! Now, bakit ako, CS? 

With Tyrone now in the picture, Triccie went a notch persevering and dedicated to work. She was learning a lot when she opened her doors to new opportunities along the way. She has never lost her sun-shiny attitude towards work and life. Most importantly now that she has sailed on to her family life.

And when Zachary came along, she was one of the firsts to know. I owe her that because she has been there all the way. Kapag nga magkausap sila ni Jef sa phone parang matagal na silang magkabarkada e. Ganun siya kabilis makibagay.


FRIENDS FOREVER

Like kindergarten classmates moving on to another school for grade school, we are all a bit sad about Triccie leaving. It's like we won't ever be complete anymore for a Chinese garter match.

Group pic!

Work has never been this fun with people whom you enjoy their company. It's like work and play synchronized. That's how it is for us in the team. We are supportive of each and everyone's decision and we work hard towards a common goal whatever the sh*t it may take.

It's not like naman that we're not going to see each other anymore. That's kind of OA. Hehe. I am thinking that wherever our wits and charms take us, there's always this common ground na we can always meet up.
Lalo na that the bond we have created is kind of stern, nobody can ever blow it up magka-goiter man siya! Hahaha.

Triccie, I know, it will be a little hard adjusting, but you can definitely make it good there! Alalahanin mo, apo ka ni RLK. Matalino ka at magaling. At maganda! Hahaha! Keep in touch!

Go for the win!

***Ooops, don't you fret! A whole post will be dedicated for the pictures we took last week! :)

School is Cool? Yes!

Now how nerd did that sound? Geeky maybe? Nah. 

I remember in my younger days how ecstatic I went for the first days of school. Could be because for my new pair of shoes or bag or probably the notebooks that I couldn't stop scheming the night before. Yep, with nothing on it, but I couldn't help but scan! Plus! The pencil cases with much too many compartments.Yung mga mechanical pencils na iba-iba ang kulay, it were the coolest back in the days. Ballpens with nakakahilo sa bangong scents were such a fad ha.Well, like the child in me, it was my sort of driving force to endure school.

Schooling did not come easy. I remember crying inside my English class in nursery. I was sorely sobbing, Papa had to peep through the windows just so that I would stop. Umabot pa sa point that teacher had no choice but to let me out and sit beside Papa. Separation anxiety, yes. Couldn't remember though what made me stick to my seat, that is to count out any scolding scenario.

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The tables have turned came the following years when it was a lot of fun coming to school. I was all giddy waiting up for Mang Jo to bust on his busina, 6:15 trip! I remember Michael, being my constant seat mate in grade school kapag uwian na! Haha. Ang init nun a. In fairness, 2:30pm yata ang dismissal namin nun. I was friends with a lot of people. Well, siguro nga ganun talaga when you're young. You tend not to entertain conflicts in any form. Tamang saya lang!

Could be the friends I have met along the way din that's why I love being in school. Those with whom I am still friends with until today. Lalo na those from elementary days. Well, three of them being Zachary's god parents might tell something naman a! Di ba, Luigi, Janina and Arjae?

My alma matter could have possibly created an atmosphere which is very much close to home I found myself at ease. I can fondly recall my first teacher, Ms. Agtay, leading us in our morning exercises back in the days. She would beat the drum up and we would willfully follow with head rotation. I recall Let's Get Physical being played on the latter part in replacement of the drum beat. So we were probably playing Olivia Newton John in our youngster days? Very telling of how we are now. Haha! Nonetheless, every hour spent in school, be it for lecture or recess, it has always been fun because of the people I was with.

It was I guess a plus factor me being exposed to a lot of extra curricular activities. It paved the way for me to develop confidence and esteem. Yung mga field demonstration every Foundation Week, super saya because instead of taking up Science, we were dancing our way downstairs. Hahaha! Sports actually did wonders of my being a team player. It was a powerful tool to accept defeat too. I remember psyching myself up every volleyball match there was just to chalk up a win. That kind of pressure was healthy, competitively healthy! And yes, I had my stint of being cheerleader, that historic sophomore year! Hahaha! Dun din nagsimula ang dynasty namin sa volleyball. We're like the Lakers for a time. We were unbeatable!

The leadership that I have come to acquire along the way was probably based on the exposure I had on the activities I ought to have interest or happen to excel on. Learning is definitely not only based on books but experience itself. Who wouldn't remember having class elections first day of school? I remember being class president in first grade and by senior year I was secretary. Hello chalk dusts! Hahaha!

It is in school also that I developed relationships of all sorts.Friendships, love and hate and everything else in between. It is where I happened to come across people with whom I share common interests with. And syempre, there were those whom I did not find common grounds with at all. Yes, I had that share of stories too. And it took its toll, well, maybe on the latter part of schooling. When I was amidst personality development. And that's not suppose to justify my actions. Naks. Disclaimer lang ang dating.

As I was growing up and older, it was inevitable to be fixated with the institution where I was a part of at least the momentous 12 years of my life.It was like second home to me. That I was totally homesick in the earlier stage of college life.

Kahit nga ngayon I miss schooling. Like gusto ko talaga mag-aral ulit. Hay, Lord, slip some time for me to get back to school! Hahaha! Kaya nga with all the hype there is because of class commencement, I was awkwardly feeling giddy myself. Parang estudyante lang. I guess it's pretty important to keep the excitement with you. Yung excitement for new stuff, new beginnings at new challenges.

After all, life's a school and learning is a never-ending process.