On surprise parties and happy thoughts

Sappy – not my style, which is contradictory to my drama queen persona and so, maybe yeah, alright, I’m sappy – but only when it comes to my friends. And surprise parties.

 

Last Saturday, the 22^nd, one of my supposedly depressing days, turned out to be one of the happiest.

 

See, it was my last day at work and it was heartbreaking because I really loved my job and the people I worked with. The waterworks started around 3pm – when I was handing over my stuff… this is finally it, I thought, game over.

 

I was still sniffing when one of my bestest best office friends, Ria, dropped by. Seeing how miserable I was, she decided to take me to this posh spa place in Malate, Sanctuario.

 

So we were talking while we were having our nails done – then I noticed how she was really edgy, looking at her watch and asking if I wanted to go drinking already. She said she had texted Judd, our close friend and my PR colleague, and that he’s waiting in a bar somewhere.

 

OK, I thought, something IS up.

 

So I smiled and readily said, let’s go!

 

What bowled me over was, when we got into her car, she put a blindfold over my eyes – like really expertly! And like in the movies, I only had time to shriek!

 

But it was a happy shriek – like OMG it’s a surprise party! FOR ME!!!

 

And so we walked – me blindfolded, she holding my hand – around Malate. We were both laughing so hard! I was shrieking most of the time, and she was shouting to everyone “we’re not lesbians, she’s my best friend.” Then I’d counter, “we are! we are! she’s just shy!” Even then, I was already high.

 

We were mostly shrieking and laughing until I felt Ria let go my hand then some person touched my elbow, as if leading me forward. Then Ria yanked the blindfold and – SURPRISE!

 

OMG! I couldn’t believe my eyes! The place was packed! I thought it was just going to be a few officemates – but NO! My COLLEGE friends were there!

 

A send-off party! WOW! God, the effort (and money) that Ria and Judd must have put in for this! FOR ME!!!

 

I was so totally happy! I didn’t know what to say – I saw my former boss, John; officemates; friends from the media – basta everyone that I cared most for was there!

 

I was so ecstatic that I didn’t know how else to deal with my emotions than to drink. And boy did I drink!

 

I was sooo super smashed (the happy kind) that I forget the details now. Basta there were a lot of hooting and crying and laughing…

 

But what I do remember most is the feeling – this warm, warm feeling that envelops me every time I recall the happy faces around me; the hugs that were so openly given to me; the I’ll-miss-you’s; the I-love-you’s; the take-care’s…

 

Sigh. Now that’s a happy thought right there.

when my clock strikes three

.a goodbye letter to my ATS family.

 

And so it is official – today is my last day at work.

I’ve always known this day would come; as I’ve always imagined myself to be somewhere far from here.

I never intended to stay longer than this.

I’ve mustered indifference, and planned smartly enough to bid adieu when my imaginary clock strikes three years.

 

Who am I kidding? It’s not even that long yet.

 

But it sure does feel longer. Yep, waaaaaay longer.

 

And you know what’s odd? I wish it was.

 

Why? Then it wouldn’t be this hard to say goodbye.

 

Apparently, no amount of indifference or any degree of intelligence can stop one from falling in love… and I’ve fallen, alright – as deep as only a passionate ATS employee can.

 

See, they say it’s easier to let go when you’ve exhausted the years and jammed all the memories you can keep…  

 

And I want that. Now. Here. With YOU.

 

But not even the most stubborn brat can get everything that she wants.

 

With a heavy heart, I quit stalling my exit from this company… and from this portal as EIC.

 

And so it is official – today is my first day at work when going home means the start of another chapter in my life.

 

… and I can only hope to see you again when my clock strikes three.

Frustration

frus∙trate; frus∙trat∙ed; frus∙trat∙ing

1 to balk or defeat  in an endeavor 2 to induce feelings of insecurity, discouragement, or dissatisfaction 3 to bring to nothing – frus∙trat∙ing∙ly; frus∙tra∙tion

 

waaaahhhhh

 

today is SO NOT good.

 

hate it.

 

****

i’m one who changes moods in a snap. like now.

i’ve decided to vent my, uhm, yes, frustration, on FOOD.

lesley (yes, you Lekky), kindly count the calories in my Palabok and Turon.

 

yum. nothing beats Pinoy merienda.

 

ok, now I’m sleepy.

 

****

it’s just so elusive, this ‘thing’.

fuck it.

 

one more Turon, please.

 

****

fuck.

 

****

pardon my french.

Taken in by Magni

Rockstar Supernova. Wednesdays and Thursdays, 8.30 am, with primetime encore same night on Star World.

 

I caught the live episode this morning. Magni did STP’s Plush. Man, am I hooked.

 

Yes, I arrived late in the office again. Sue me. >:|

Going to odious lengths for love

Desperate? Or downright stupid?

 

I just read a story on Yahoo! News about a woman who dialed 911 to hook up with a guy. C’mon I’ve heard of dating services but this is ridiculous.

 

Apparently, 911 police thought so, too.

 

See, the woman initially called 911 for a legit cause – and naturally, a policeman came to check on her concern. Immediately, she thought the officer was HAWT.

 

And after the incident, she decides to call 911 again – but this time, to ask for the policeman’s name, apparently hoping she may get him to come back to her house. And he did… but only to arrest her for “taking up valuable time from dispatchers who could be taking true emergency calls.”

 

The woman was then charged with “misuse of the emergency dispatch system,” and sentenced “to a year in jail and a 6,000-dollar fine.”

 

Wow. I know I’d do for love what I won’t normally do, but this.is.stupid. REALLY.

 

But then again no one is really sure what goes on in another person’s mind.

 

This story now sorta reminds me of an anecdote I heard some years back.

 

There was this man who attended a funeral. He saw a woman and immediately fell in love. Just as he was about to make his move, another man suddenly appeared beside the woman and kissed her.

 

The next day, that man who kissed the woman was found dead.

 

Naturally, the killer was caught by the police. Question is, why do YOU think the man committed the murder? Now, think real hard before you answer – as if trying to get inside the killer’s mind…

 

Now, most of us would say, it’s jealousy that pushed the other guy to kill his “rival.” But, for the killer, his reason was simple: he killed the guy so that there would be another funeral where he would get a chance to see the woman again.

 

Genius? Out-of-the-box? Or plain psychotic?

 

And if you’re one of those who just whispered “YES! I knew it!” to yourself, and figured out why the killer committed the crime, then do me a favor, will you? Click on my Contacts and delete yourself from the list – you’re one of the ingenious, SICK minds who walk the earth, ready to coldly plot and actually execute a murder over the most mundane of things… even over something as fleeting as love.

Leaving

Tomight I attended what is is my ;ast of the countless parties onboard SuperFerry.

And boy, am I smashed.

I am currently taking amu cup fi coffee as advised my by, uhm, me ..as advised mby me.

I lveo suepfery people/. They’re the coolest.

I just dropped by here to mlcok my offecui and I forgot my la[ptop so I was thinking I should write something in mUlyipky.,

 

Why am I doing this?

Yep. I ma leaving a company that I love – asgain!

 

I lveo working here.

But I’m going.

It breaks my heart.

 

Im gonna miss all of you.

 

Off to dubai now/

 

Bye.

Pacman, Superman and... don't kill me, man!

I’ve said before that I am neither a boxing nor a Pacquiao fan. But like the next Pinoy, I love seeing my fellow countryman fight for national prestige. And since I never doubted our boy, Manny to win over the now-surely-sore-and-pitiful Oscar Larios, I opted to do something more “strategic” that fateful day Sunday when the whole of Philippines was either glued to the TV or crammed at the Coliseum – I went to the mall.

 

Yep, the smartest thing to do in Manila when there’s a Pacquiao fight is to go out and travel – the traffic is great! Manila roads have never been so clear – it was almost a picture straight out of Twilight Zone!

 

Even the malls, which are usually jammed on a Sunday, were eerie-ly people-free – well, except for me and my friend and a few others… you get what I mean, right?

 

Now, why would any self-respecting patriot go to the mall when the “new” national hero has an important boxing match to win?

 

Two words: Superman Returns.

 

So, OK, I did recently say that Spider-man’s the bomb, but man, Superman is like… a bigger bomb! And although that’s surely the lamest analogy you’ve ever heard in your entire life, I DON’T CARE!

 

Ah, Superman.

 

Spoiler alert: if you haven’t seen the movie and would like to know details for yourself, like Superman has a kid with Lois Lane, STOP READING.

 

Ay, puke! Naku, sorry!

 

=~/

 

Uh, ok, buh-bye. Up, up, and away!