I really hate going to school. I know this is crazy because I paid for the tuition fee with my hard earned money. But I'm really not happy with my decision of going to that school. :-(
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I have unbelievably large arms. So large they look like a man's. I'll be attending two weddings this month so I started looking for a dress this afternoon. I tried all kinds of necklines and straps, but none looked fab on me. How frustrating! Prominent clavicle, enormous feet, big arms. I swear, mukha akong bakla. Isn't that the worst insult a woman can get? What more if it came from herself?! So now I am online, trying to look for dresses that will hide the flaws. I'll probably end up like suman.
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I am beginning to love my job. After six years, I am finally not dragging myself to work. It must be because of the new tasks or because of choux-choux. Hehe.
Borlogs na again.
Waddup?!
A lot has happened since the last time I was here. Hmm. I have to go over them quickly as I still have work tomorrow.
My "debut" project was released after the Holy Week. Everyone congratulated me. I hope they meant well. I mean (how Manny Pacquiaoish), let's face it, they could mean something else.
We are officially in the middle of the second quarter, which means I need to work on the next issue of the newsletter again. Wow, time really flies!
The trip I mentioned will not push thru. At least for now. I was denied a visa, goddamit. The traumatic experience (read: mahabang pilaaaaaaaaaaa, it took us 3.5 hours) is telling me that it's not worth applying again anytime soon. Plus six thousand bucks isn't easy to cough up especially if there's the risk of seeing it down the drain. Again.
Work has been tough. And so school has to suffer. I had to miss classes due to work. I couldn't miss work just to attend the classes. Work is priority. Besides, the school is kinda overrated. Sorry, I just felt I had to say that. That's how I really feel. So, I might give it up. I'd probably enrol in UPOU instead. At least I could manage my time better, and it's a lot cheaper. And it's UP!
I had my braces six months ago (I hope it wasn't because of Betty La Fea). And the result is already visible. Very visible, in fact, that everybody notices it. I'm happy with it. :-)
I'm very sleepy now. Borlogs. Have to sleep na.
My "debut" project was released after the Holy Week. Everyone congratulated me. I hope they meant well. I mean (how Manny Pacquiaoish), let's face it, they could mean something else.
We are officially in the middle of the second quarter, which means I need to work on the next issue of the newsletter again. Wow, time really flies!
The trip I mentioned will not push thru. At least for now. I was denied a visa, goddamit. The traumatic experience (read: mahabang pilaaaaaaaaaaa, it took us 3.5 hours) is telling me that it's not worth applying again anytime soon. Plus six thousand bucks isn't easy to cough up especially if there's the risk of seeing it down the drain. Again.
Work has been tough. And so school has to suffer. I had to miss classes due to work. I couldn't miss work just to attend the classes. Work is priority. Besides, the school is kinda overrated. Sorry, I just felt I had to say that. That's how I really feel. So, I might give it up. I'd probably enrol in UPOU instead. At least I could manage my time better, and it's a lot cheaper. And it's UP!
I had my braces six months ago (I hope it wasn't because of Betty La Fea). And the result is already visible. Very visible, in fact, that everybody notices it. I'm happy with it. :-)
I'm very sleepy now. Borlogs. Have to sleep na.
Flat out.
That was a new phrase I learned from the Urban Dictionary. It means extremely busy. I am. Well, at least I have been. And will soon be. Again.
The annual board of directors' meetings took place last week so we were busy preparing weeks prior to that. The newsletter, my "debut" project, has initially been drafted and is now with my boss for comments/suggestions. I just hope he doesn't give me a hard time any more so we can publish it after the Holy Week.
After the newsletter, I need to work on the brochure. Then the exhibit, the website, and the touch screen device. One of the reporters will be having an outreach program which has been postponed twice already, and which I need to attend. Probably without me noticing it, I will be working on the next issue of the newsletter again.
My sister is seldom online so I can't talk to her much about the trip. The waiting is killing me.
Anyway, I have to go as I still need to be in the office tomorrow. Weekly report!
The annual board of directors' meetings took place last week so we were busy preparing weeks prior to that. The newsletter, my "debut" project, has initially been drafted and is now with my boss for comments/suggestions. I just hope he doesn't give me a hard time any more so we can publish it after the Holy Week.
After the newsletter, I need to work on the brochure. Then the exhibit, the website, and the touch screen device. One of the reporters will be having an outreach program which has been postponed twice already, and which I need to attend. Probably without me noticing it, I will be working on the next issue of the newsletter again.
My sister is seldom online so I can't talk to her much about the trip. The waiting is killing me.
Anyway, I have to go as I still need to be in the office tomorrow. Weekly report!
Monday the 16th
Friday the 13th is said to be an unlucky day. But last Friday went smoothly for me and for most people I know. Monday the 16th, which is today, seemed to be the unlucky one.
For one, I was late for work. And I left my makeup kit at home. It would've been okay if it was an ordinary day. But today we had an important event at work and I needed makeup badly.
Then, I heard that there would be no carpool for us for at least a month. The guys from LTO took out the car plates and accused the driver of operating illegally. Too bad.
So, we had to take an FX going home today. I don't know if it was my uniform that's making me sweat, or the FX just didn't have enough freon. The only thing I knew was, it was sweltering inside the goddamn vehicle.
Around 2 kilometers away from the terminal, the driver suddenly stopped. He went on a coughing fit before falling unconscious. All the passengers went out of the car. The woman who was on the passenger seat was rubbing his chest and he suddenly came to. Everybody was asking him if he was ok, and he said something we couldn't understand. The next thing we knew, he was slowly falling into unconsciousness again. As his head dropped, dark blood came out of his mouth. Everybody was panicking and didn't know what to do.
For one, I was late for work. And I left my makeup kit at home. It would've been okay if it was an ordinary day. But today we had an important event at work and I needed makeup badly.
Then, I heard that there would be no carpool for us for at least a month. The guys from LTO took out the car plates and accused the driver of operating illegally. Too bad.
So, we had to take an FX going home today. I don't know if it was my uniform that's making me sweat, or the FX just didn't have enough freon. The only thing I knew was, it was sweltering inside the goddamn vehicle.
Around 2 kilometers away from the terminal, the driver suddenly stopped. He went on a coughing fit before falling unconscious. All the passengers went out of the car. The woman who was on the passenger seat was rubbing his chest and he suddenly came to. Everybody was asking him if he was ok, and he said something we couldn't understand. The next thing we knew, he was slowly falling into unconsciousness again. As his head dropped, dark blood came out of his mouth. Everybody was panicking and didn't know what to do.
I remembered there was a hospital nearby (around 250 meters away), so I started running for it. I didn't have its phone number but I knew it was very near. I was in heels at the time and my bunyon still hurt but I couldn't stop. I was half walking, half running. I needed to strike a balance.
When I reached the emergency room, I told the people there what had just happened. I lied about one thing though. I told them nobody from the passengers know how to drive. I know how to drive actually. But I couldn't. Besides the fact that I was trembling, I also didn't want to go near the man. I mean, blood is BLOOD for crying out loud.
Anyway, the doctor let two male nurses go with me (we half walked and half ran again), and when we got there, the man was conscious but was barely breathing. One of the nurses drove his FX to the hospital, while one was trying to keep him from falling.
How's that for an experience?
I now wonder how the man is. I hope he's better. My bunyons are sore, but knowing I've done something good by walking-running makes it a little less painful.
When I reached the emergency room, I told the people there what had just happened. I lied about one thing though. I told them nobody from the passengers know how to drive. I know how to drive actually. But I couldn't. Besides the fact that I was trembling, I also didn't want to go near the man. I mean, blood is BLOOD for crying out loud.
Anyway, the doctor let two male nurses go with me (we half walked and half ran again), and when we got there, the man was conscious but was barely breathing. One of the nurses drove his FX to the hospital, while one was trying to keep him from falling.
How's that for an experience?
I now wonder how the man is. I hope he's better. My bunyons are sore, but knowing I've done something good by walking-running makes it a little less painful.
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