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.
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.
What every woman should have and know
Found this on another blog. She said she found it on a local newspaper a few months back. I know I've received this thru email maybe a few years back and I guess it's worthy of sharing it to every woman. Here goes...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
...one old love she can imagine going back to...and one who reminds her how far she has come
....enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to.
....a youth she's content to leave behind.
...a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
...a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
...one friend who always makes her laugh ... and one who lets her cry.
....a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
....eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
...a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
...how to fall in love without losing herself..
...how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship..
...when to try harder ... and when to walk away.
...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
...that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over.
...what she would and wouldn't do for love or more.
...how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it.
....whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally.
...where to go ... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing.
...what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...
A WOMAN SHOULD HAVE
...one old love she can imagine going back to...and one who reminds her how far she has come
....enough money within her control to move out and rent a place of her own even if she never wants to or needs to.
....a youth she's content to leave behind.
...a past juicy enough that she's looking forward to retelling it in her old age.
...a set of screwdrivers, a cordless drill, and a black lace bra.
...one friend who always makes her laugh ... and one who lets her cry.
....a good piece of furniture not previously owned by anyone else in her family.
....eight matching plates, wine glasses with stems, and a recipe for a meal that will make her guests feel honored.
...a feeling of control over her destiny...
EVERY WOMAN SHOULD KNOW...
...how to fall in love without losing herself..
...how to quit a job, break up with a lover, and confront a friend without ruining the friendship..
...when to try harder ... and when to walk away.
...that she can't change the length of her calves, the width of her hips, or the nature of her parents.
...that her childhood may not have been perfect...but its over.
...what she would and wouldn't do for love or more.
...how to live alone... even if she doesn't like it.
....whom she can trust, whom she can't, and why she shouldn't take it personally.
...where to go ... be it to her best friend's kitchen table... or a charming inn in the woods... when her soul needs soothing.
...what she can and can't accomplish in a day... a month...and a year...
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