CUSTOMER MANAGEMENT
It’s common knowledge that I’m a very impatient person. I think I may even have the Attention Disorder Hyperactivity Syndrome, or the ADHS for adults. I’m not kidding! For as long as I could remember, I do not have the patience to stand or sit still for a long time. I cannot spend the whole day doing nothing and I’m always on the go. When I’m in church, if seated, I feel nauseated sitting still & just listening to the sermon. If I am standing, I keep twisting my half body or I do the step forward-sideways-backwards-but-still-on-the-same-spot thing. I do not have the patience to wait for a person, either for appointments or even for love. I get irritated if the people I talk to do not get what I’m explaining in one go. Well, you can just take a look at all of my relationships. They can explain everything I have stated above. I am a very impatient person.
But my present work, contradicts the person that I am. You see, I work for the Customer Management Group. I take and process all construction requests including complaints, actually mostly complaints. I get an average of 20 emails per day, 6 calls per day, 2 client meetings (with and without appointments) per day and 3 turnover clients on site per week. God, it can be so harassing sometimes. Clients, mostly OFW’s, are often very difficult to deal with. Especially those in very tight budgets, they are the ones who have the most complaints. I’m not talking about only the clients who complain but, there are also some who are very difficult to talk to. They do not know how to understand simple things!
I have an example. Let’s call her Mrs. X. Mrs. X called our office and looked for Engr. Rubio. When I got to the phone, she said, “I said I want to talk to Engr. Rubio, not his secretary!”. Well, I get that a lot so okay lang. I introduced myself to her then she said, “So, babae ka pala?” Umm, duh. Then she proceeded to her complaint. She said, “You sent me some files and told me to choose a color for my house. Where are the colors? This so stupid and such a waste of my time.”. I was surprised and immediately checked the file that I sent her but I saw that I included the Color Scheme. I told her that and she went, “Are you calling me a liar? I printed all the documents that you sent! They are all in front of me right now. It is not here. This is so stupid.” I was still confused then I ask her,”Ma’am, if you have the documents, do you see the page where there are pictures of the house?”. She said, “Yes, but there are no colors! How can I pick if it is not colored!? Engineer ka pa naman!”. Amp! Bwiset to a. I asked her back, “Ma’am when you printed the file, did you use a colored printer?”. Ayun tumahimik. Asus! At ako pa daw ang stupid? Eto na pambawi ni Mrs. X, “You should have indicated in your email that I should print this in a colored printer!” Ay, bobo.
There are some clients also na ang labo talaga kausap. One of our company’s policy is not to have expansion on the second floor to preserve the Californian image of the houses. During one of our meetings, she was insisting to expand her second floor. I said because of our company’s Deed of Restriction, it is not possible. Ang banat ng lola mo? “Asan ba yang Deed of Restriction niyo? Akin na, papapalitan ko.” Asus!
I also hate those clients who are very inconsiderate. Yung mga walk-in lang and magdedemand na makipagmeeting sakin tapos dadating lunch break. Kainis di ba?
There are also clients na para lang makalibre ng penalties nya, they would dig up anything bad about the project or make up stuff, and blackmail you. If you don’t mind them naman, they will say na di mo sila inaasikaso. Grabe.
Eto pa, may mga clients who go to the site where their house are being built and they make pakialam everything. Ang masama dyan, halos tinuturuan na nila yung mga laborers dun kung anong gagawin! MAMARU! And would go back to our office and would make reklamo to me, na mali daw mga ginagawa sa site. Parang gusto ko sabihin dun sa engineer namin, “Oist Steve, paki bigyan na nga to si lolo ng hard hat and shovel. Kaw na gumawa dun!” Kairita grabe.
Meron din mga linyang, “you know in the states, centralized ang gas.” Or “you know in the states it’s not like that.” Or “Sa States ganito, sa States ganyan.” E DI DYAN NA LANG KAYO BUMILI DUH!
But you can never say that! Kelangan friendly pa rin ang voice kahit na umuusok na yung tenga mo. Even if nasasabihan ka ng “Engineer ka ba?”. Yan yung mga gusto ko sagutin na, “Oo engineer ako, ikaw ano ka dyan sa ibang bansa?” Nakakpikon talaga e. Pero nga, because I’m with Customer Management, mahaba dapat ang patience mo. Just like what my boss said, bawal balat sibuyas.
Don’t get me wrong. There are some clients naman who are nice. And I realized, these are those na matagal na matagal na talaga sa ibang bansa, dun na lumaki or old rich na talaga. They do not talk to you as if utang na loob mo talaga na bumili sila sa kumpanya nyo ng bahay.
Sometimes sila pa nga nahihiya na may mga requests sila. They ask if you want to eat with them afterwards when the house inspection stretched past lunchtime. They give you thoughtful gifts after you have helped them. It’s not being materialistic naman pero it’s nice to feel you are appreciated. Yung may mga request sa phone na super sweet kausap? Parang nakakagana iprocess noh? Kaysa dun sa may mga request na sinisigawan ka pa, parang ang sarap i-pending hehehe. Pero ofcourse we don’t do that. I just hope there will be more considerate clients.
Tuesday, June 26, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Quarter Life Crisis
I was having dessert with Peachy & Julius last week when I told her, “Girl, I think I have a non existent career.”. They both grew silent. I think that’s the affirmation that I was looking for. I didn’t stop there though. I was with this friend at his place and while we were both looking at the stain on his ceiling, I asked him, “Do you think I don’t have a career path?”. He told me, he doesn’t think so. The pay must not measure your success. What’s important is that you are good in what you’re doing and you actually enjoy doing it. Alright, I got that, he has a point. But still up to now I am bothered of how I am faring in this great big world. I guess this is what they call the quarter life crisis. Boy, I think got it pretty bad.
Gone are the days when I hop from one bar to another every night till you hear rooster sounds. When I go out now, I’m usually sleepy by 10:30 pm. That reduced my gimiks from videoke bars or clubs to either “kwentuhan” over quiet dinner and coffee or staying over friends’ house. I don’t need to go out anymore just to have a nice time. I got contented in chilling out basta you are with someone’s company you enjoy. Well I know, me completely staying home hasn’t changed though hehe.
Relationships got me jaded too. Like the bars, I do not hop to one relationship to another anymore. I know this is the perfect time to do that coz I’ve been single for quite some time now but I think I lost my thing for that. I don’t even go on dates with people I do not see potential whatever with anymore. Unlike before na “sige lang, baka pwede pa din” I got tired. This is the thing I don’t like when you come from a long relationship eh. You have to build something with someone from scratch again. But I know it will come naturally someday.
The way I shopped changed too. Before, I shopped for clothes, shoes and bags almost everyday. Gosh, now, I’d be really grateful if I get to buy stuff once every week. It’s not only the budget e, time na din. During my free time, either I’d catch up with friends or I’d spend it at home sleeping. I resigned from being a mall rat. Not only that, I started buying beauty products more. You know, the anti-eye wrinkle thing or the age defying stuff or the youth looking creams. Preventive maintenance became really important for me.
My everyday get up now would involve jeans or shorts with white tank tops and Havaianas. The problem here is I wear them now to EVERYWHERE. Movies, dinners, client calls, gosh if only they would allow it in the office, I’d go to work wearing that. I sometimes look at my stilettos and wonder how I managed to walk with it for hours around the mall in my younger days or the thought that I could run in those heels before. Make-up is also reduced to face powder, cheek stain and lip gloss.
Maturity got better of me. Yeah, I now lie about my age (I’d be forever 25 until my face still gets away with it) but I face life now with all the maturity I have collected all these years (and should have applied before). I do not need somebody to constantly take care of me anymore. I became the independent person I was before I lost myself back then. I do not see relationships as You-and-Me-Only kind of thing anymore. I’ve realized for your relationships to be stronger, both of you have to have space and grow as two individual person. I choose people who stay in my life. I do not force them to stay anymore and more importantly, I do not let them decide for me. I have let go of people who needs to go and I became good friends with those who never left me.
I have given up my childhood goal of marrying at 28. How could I do that when this is the time I’m just growing up? Maturing just now? Too late I know. It cost me people I cared about in the past. But in life, it’s never too late to learn. One important thing I realized is that never be afraid to let go of people who are not meant to stay. They had to go because they have to be replaced by those who are coming to stay for good.
Gone are the days when I hop from one bar to another every night till you hear rooster sounds. When I go out now, I’m usually sleepy by 10:30 pm. That reduced my gimiks from videoke bars or clubs to either “kwentuhan” over quiet dinner and coffee or staying over friends’ house. I don’t need to go out anymore just to have a nice time. I got contented in chilling out basta you are with someone’s company you enjoy. Well I know, me completely staying home hasn’t changed though hehe.
Relationships got me jaded too. Like the bars, I do not hop to one relationship to another anymore. I know this is the perfect time to do that coz I’ve been single for quite some time now but I think I lost my thing for that. I don’t even go on dates with people I do not see potential whatever with anymore. Unlike before na “sige lang, baka pwede pa din” I got tired. This is the thing I don’t like when you come from a long relationship eh. You have to build something with someone from scratch again. But I know it will come naturally someday.
The way I shopped changed too. Before, I shopped for clothes, shoes and bags almost everyday. Gosh, now, I’d be really grateful if I get to buy stuff once every week. It’s not only the budget e, time na din. During my free time, either I’d catch up with friends or I’d spend it at home sleeping. I resigned from being a mall rat. Not only that, I started buying beauty products more. You know, the anti-eye wrinkle thing or the age defying stuff or the youth looking creams. Preventive maintenance became really important for me.
My everyday get up now would involve jeans or shorts with white tank tops and Havaianas. The problem here is I wear them now to EVERYWHERE. Movies, dinners, client calls, gosh if only they would allow it in the office, I’d go to work wearing that. I sometimes look at my stilettos and wonder how I managed to walk with it for hours around the mall in my younger days or the thought that I could run in those heels before. Make-up is also reduced to face powder, cheek stain and lip gloss.
Maturity got better of me. Yeah, I now lie about my age (I’d be forever 25 until my face still gets away with it) but I face life now with all the maturity I have collected all these years (and should have applied before). I do not need somebody to constantly take care of me anymore. I became the independent person I was before I lost myself back then. I do not see relationships as You-and-Me-Only kind of thing anymore. I’ve realized for your relationships to be stronger, both of you have to have space and grow as two individual person. I choose people who stay in my life. I do not force them to stay anymore and more importantly, I do not let them decide for me. I have let go of people who needs to go and I became good friends with those who never left me.
I have given up my childhood goal of marrying at 28. How could I do that when this is the time I’m just growing up? Maturing just now? Too late I know. It cost me people I cared about in the past. But in life, it’s never too late to learn. One important thing I realized is that never be afraid to let go of people who are not meant to stay. They had to go because they have to be replaced by those who are coming to stay for good.
My No Laughing Matter
Every Sundays, I look forward reading Lucy Gomez’s and Celine Lopez’s columns in the Sunday Lifestyle section of The Philippine Star newspaper. I enjoyed their column one Sunday, particularly last June 3, 2007, This is where I learned about Ms. Lucy’s happiness list which I eventually made gaya. This is also the same issue where I read about Celine Lopez’s “No Laughing Matter”.
In this column, she shared that for ten years, she is being treated for anxiety depression. I could really relate because I also got treated with the same sickness last 2004. Like her, I also want to share what I went through.
You see, it all started when I got hospitalized last March 2004. My stomach is very sensitive and if I eat something that is not agreeable with it, I would have LBM and would throw up like there’s no tomorrow. Of course with this I would be dehydrated. The weird thing is I got hospitalized twice after that again, with the same sickness, dehydration. My stomach has been poked around a lot (camera’s and everything) just to see what’s wrong. After going out of the hospital, I quit my job. It was then I experienced palpitating with no reason. It’s like being nervous without knowing why. I couldn’t sleep at night and when I do, I’d wake up like four hours after. I never wanted to be alone. I would cry for no reason. I would vomit uncontrollably because I was always nauseated because of my palpitation. I though I was going crazy. I felt I was so tired of being sick, I just want to end everything. For days, I don’t talk to anyone. I just stare blankly at space. I do not eat. I wanted to commit suicide.
Actually, I almost did. I was at home with the maid. I went down and got the largest knife in the kitchen and brought it to my room. I locked the door and wrote my last letter. I got the knife and tried poking my chest with it. I couldn’t do it though. Aside from the fact that it hurts, I thought how much my mom would be disappointed at me. And how my dad would be devastated he would lose his princess. And that my brothers and Faye would feel that I have let them down. So, I dressed up and went to Greenbelt church. I went inside the confession room and told the priest what I was about to do. Do you know what he told me? He said to go to the church’s office and have a scheduled counseling. What the F@%#!K? I just told him I was about to kill myself 10 minutes ago! He was an effing priest for god’s sake! Anyways, I went out of the confession booth and went to their parish office and I begged the people inside the office if I could talk to a priest now. I was really crying this time. They dismissed me by giving me a piece of paper to fill up so that they could schedule me. God I was already crying my heart out! How could these people call themselves God’s servants when they clearly cannot see a pathetic girl needing their help? I was led towards the corner by this kind lady. We sat and I talked to her what I was going through. I think I talked for a good one hour. Then she said, she was a cancer patient with nobody to take care of her. I have my family, boyfriend and friends therefore I shouldn’t be feeling that way. I said I don’t understand what’s wrong with me either. I just want to end my life because I was suffering.
This was when my gastro (the doctor), suggested I go to a psychiatrist.
The doctor she suggested was Dr. Paul Lee. When he saw me, he said I have what they call anxiety-depression. This was caused by the chemical imbalanced that happened after the numerous times I have been dehydrated. I was simply clinically depressed. This explains it because I was racking my brains why I’m going through this. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing that big in my life I should be this depressed about. He said that I should take some pills and not do anything stupid because he promised that he would make me better. I said no. I cannot afford his fee with all my medicines that I was already taking for my stomach plus the medicines he wanted me to take. So what he did was to lower his charge from Php 2,500 to Php 1,000 per visit. I realized I was in a so wrong course man! I should have taken up Psychiatry. They get paid a lot! Imagine 1k per visit and there was a pretty long line outside his clinic! Anyway, I agreed because I was desperate to get better.
I had a hard time going through with it because I was ashamed that maybe people would think I was going crazy. My mom wasn’t supportive of me, maybe she cannot accept that her unica hija was going crazy. My dad was a different story. Even living thousands of miles from me, he was very supportive. He sent money for my doctor’s fee and medicines. He called my doctor to know what was really wrong. We realized together that this is also the result of a psychological thing that happened to me when I was a kid. The depression also took its toll with my relationships. The depression made my feelings very sensitive and erratic. I would be quiet one time, happy the next, crying the next time and very mad the next.
I went to Dr Lee 3 times a week. We don’t talk much because I don’t talk at all. He talks with the people who goes with me though. They confirmed to him that I was a very active person before. A total opposite of how I was acting then. He said I just have to keep on drinking the medicines and one day I’d be back to how I was. He also suggested that I go visit my dad in Amsterdam because a change of environment was good for me.
He was right. Armed with all my medicines I went to my dad’s. A change of environment really did me good. I started laughing again and doing stuff I liked. I learned not to feel guilty of this condition because I am not the only one who has it. This illness is not a sign of weakness. With the help of medicines and friends, it will one day go away. I had occasional anxiety attacks when I was there though, but whenever I feel that, I call up Dicky in Manila and everything would be well again. After spending five months in Europe, I went back to Manila. From the airport, when I laid down my bed, I threw up big time after and started palpitating again. Dr Lee said it was a post trauma. I had to re-arrange my room because it reminded my of what I went through before I left for Europe. I continued seeing him for another six months because we had to withdraw the medicines slowly. It was so frustrating but my goal was never to return to that state again. Eventually, things returned to normal. I am just scared because they said, this could still be triggered by something tragic. Like what I’ve said, I never want to return to that state again.
I am very much thankful for those who stayed by my side during that time. Peachy and Vivian, my girlfriends and friends who supported me all the way. That kind lady at Greenbelt church who I talked to. Of course, Dicky, who would pick me up wherever I was after his work, go with me to mass (which I attended regularly) and almost camp in my bed every night because I was afraid of being left alone. He who was patient enough put up with all my shitty stuff during that time. He who also never gave up on me and believed that I would be able to pull through. I thank you very much.
Just how Celine Lopez puts it: it’s really hard to explain this condition to people who don’t have it. It doesn’t have physical signs to warrant an alarmed reaction and to be legit. Depression gives you a dull ache that may manifest itself in psychosomatic symptoms such as backaches and migraines. It is easy to dismiss it as being moody or a drama queen. But in reality, this is an illness. Though, I have stopped taking my medicines, I feel that I still battle it every now and then. I still have my good days and bad ones. This year I felt close in drowning in it again after I lost someone I love but I fought it. There a lot of people or things that would disappoint you but you have only yourself to rely on to deal with it. Do not set very high expectations for yourself and others. Accept people as they are. Again like what I have said before, depression isn’t a sign of weakness. It is an illness you have to admit you have and have yourself treated.
In this column, she shared that for ten years, she is being treated for anxiety depression. I could really relate because I also got treated with the same sickness last 2004. Like her, I also want to share what I went through.
You see, it all started when I got hospitalized last March 2004. My stomach is very sensitive and if I eat something that is not agreeable with it, I would have LBM and would throw up like there’s no tomorrow. Of course with this I would be dehydrated. The weird thing is I got hospitalized twice after that again, with the same sickness, dehydration. My stomach has been poked around a lot (camera’s and everything) just to see what’s wrong. After going out of the hospital, I quit my job. It was then I experienced palpitating with no reason. It’s like being nervous without knowing why. I couldn’t sleep at night and when I do, I’d wake up like four hours after. I never wanted to be alone. I would cry for no reason. I would vomit uncontrollably because I was always nauseated because of my palpitation. I though I was going crazy. I felt I was so tired of being sick, I just want to end everything. For days, I don’t talk to anyone. I just stare blankly at space. I do not eat. I wanted to commit suicide.
Actually, I almost did. I was at home with the maid. I went down and got the largest knife in the kitchen and brought it to my room. I locked the door and wrote my last letter. I got the knife and tried poking my chest with it. I couldn’t do it though. Aside from the fact that it hurts, I thought how much my mom would be disappointed at me. And how my dad would be devastated he would lose his princess. And that my brothers and Faye would feel that I have let them down. So, I dressed up and went to Greenbelt church. I went inside the confession room and told the priest what I was about to do. Do you know what he told me? He said to go to the church’s office and have a scheduled counseling. What the F@%#!K? I just told him I was about to kill myself 10 minutes ago! He was an effing priest for god’s sake! Anyways, I went out of the confession booth and went to their parish office and I begged the people inside the office if I could talk to a priest now. I was really crying this time. They dismissed me by giving me a piece of paper to fill up so that they could schedule me. God I was already crying my heart out! How could these people call themselves God’s servants when they clearly cannot see a pathetic girl needing their help? I was led towards the corner by this kind lady. We sat and I talked to her what I was going through. I think I talked for a good one hour. Then she said, she was a cancer patient with nobody to take care of her. I have my family, boyfriend and friends therefore I shouldn’t be feeling that way. I said I don’t understand what’s wrong with me either. I just want to end my life because I was suffering.
This was when my gastro (the doctor), suggested I go to a psychiatrist.
The doctor she suggested was Dr. Paul Lee. When he saw me, he said I have what they call anxiety-depression. This was caused by the chemical imbalanced that happened after the numerous times I have been dehydrated. I was simply clinically depressed. This explains it because I was racking my brains why I’m going through this. As far as I was concerned, there was nothing that big in my life I should be this depressed about. He said that I should take some pills and not do anything stupid because he promised that he would make me better. I said no. I cannot afford his fee with all my medicines that I was already taking for my stomach plus the medicines he wanted me to take. So what he did was to lower his charge from Php 2,500 to Php 1,000 per visit. I realized I was in a so wrong course man! I should have taken up Psychiatry. They get paid a lot! Imagine 1k per visit and there was a pretty long line outside his clinic! Anyway, I agreed because I was desperate to get better.
I had a hard time going through with it because I was ashamed that maybe people would think I was going crazy. My mom wasn’t supportive of me, maybe she cannot accept that her unica hija was going crazy. My dad was a different story. Even living thousands of miles from me, he was very supportive. He sent money for my doctor’s fee and medicines. He called my doctor to know what was really wrong. We realized together that this is also the result of a psychological thing that happened to me when I was a kid. The depression also took its toll with my relationships. The depression made my feelings very sensitive and erratic. I would be quiet one time, happy the next, crying the next time and very mad the next.
I went to Dr Lee 3 times a week. We don’t talk much because I don’t talk at all. He talks with the people who goes with me though. They confirmed to him that I was a very active person before. A total opposite of how I was acting then. He said I just have to keep on drinking the medicines and one day I’d be back to how I was. He also suggested that I go visit my dad in Amsterdam because a change of environment was good for me.
He was right. Armed with all my medicines I went to my dad’s. A change of environment really did me good. I started laughing again and doing stuff I liked. I learned not to feel guilty of this condition because I am not the only one who has it. This illness is not a sign of weakness. With the help of medicines and friends, it will one day go away. I had occasional anxiety attacks when I was there though, but whenever I feel that, I call up Dicky in Manila and everything would be well again. After spending five months in Europe, I went back to Manila. From the airport, when I laid down my bed, I threw up big time after and started palpitating again. Dr Lee said it was a post trauma. I had to re-arrange my room because it reminded my of what I went through before I left for Europe. I continued seeing him for another six months because we had to withdraw the medicines slowly. It was so frustrating but my goal was never to return to that state again. Eventually, things returned to normal. I am just scared because they said, this could still be triggered by something tragic. Like what I’ve said, I never want to return to that state again.
I am very much thankful for those who stayed by my side during that time. Peachy and Vivian, my girlfriends and friends who supported me all the way. That kind lady at Greenbelt church who I talked to. Of course, Dicky, who would pick me up wherever I was after his work, go with me to mass (which I attended regularly) and almost camp in my bed every night because I was afraid of being left alone. He who was patient enough put up with all my shitty stuff during that time. He who also never gave up on me and believed that I would be able to pull through. I thank you very much.
Just how Celine Lopez puts it: it’s really hard to explain this condition to people who don’t have it. It doesn’t have physical signs to warrant an alarmed reaction and to be legit. Depression gives you a dull ache that may manifest itself in psychosomatic symptoms such as backaches and migraines. It is easy to dismiss it as being moody or a drama queen. But in reality, this is an illness. Though, I have stopped taking my medicines, I feel that I still battle it every now and then. I still have my good days and bad ones. This year I felt close in drowning in it again after I lost someone I love but I fought it. There a lot of people or things that would disappoint you but you have only yourself to rely on to deal with it. Do not set very high expectations for yourself and others. Accept people as they are. Again like what I have said before, depression isn’t a sign of weakness. It is an illness you have to admit you have and have yourself treated.
Wednesday, June 6, 2007
Happy Hormones
* Eating Green Tea FIC Ice Cream
* Watching the sunset in Fort Ilocandia, Ilocos Norte
* Having a very professional looking photo by a friend
* Pancit canton with pandesal and sprite – anytime
* A rare shopping day with my non-shopaholic brother
* When an ex tells you that “YOU’RE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND I HAD”
* Buying a new Ericsson K800i after making “tiyaga” with a super outdated phone for so long!
* A tight hug after a long day
* Hearing a heartfelt “I Missed You”
* Receiving a serious “I’m always here for you, nana” text
* Eating a 25 peso adobo with rice in a “carinderia” with someone close
* Being called Engineer instead of Fleur by colleagues
* Clients who tell me they can’t believe I’m already an engineer
* Walking along the beach in Den Haag with Papa
* No brainer fun chick flicks like: Clueless, Bring It On, Legally Blond, Princess Diaries, Prince and Me
* Sharing a Holy Kettle Popcorn
* Catching up “kwentuhan” with your best friend at Coffee Bean
* A really hard massage
* MVP and mythical 6 awards in volleyball
* A 4.0 grade in college and in my master’s
* Catching your “used-to-be” looking at you
* Calling your special someone in Manila while on top of the Eiffel Tower
* Peanut butter with banana
* Banana dipped in soy sauce or “patis”
*Walking under the rain while sharing one umbrella
* The Mona Lisa painting staring back at you
* Boat rides in Venice
* Choc-nut and M&M’s
* Mama’s freshly baked chocolate chips cookies
* Someone playing with your hair
* Green Tea Frapuccino with Hazelnut Syrup
* A really good cry after a breakup
* An hour at the Adoration Chapel
* Winning a close 5 set volleyball game
* Prison Break Marathons
* Second Chances
* Subconsciously holding hands while walking
* The view of the Taal Lake from your room or from the second floor of Starbucks
* Tokens dropping from YOUR slot machines
* Cleaning up your PENDING TRAY after a hard day’s work
* Magic Tricks of my brother
* Someone explaining to you the stuff you don’t understand in the movie, “Pirates of the Caribbean 2”
* My Tita Nene’s lasagna
* Sleeping while someone’s hugging you from behind
* Having new Havaianas
* Burying my face in someone’s neck
* Smell of the fabric softener on my clothes in the morning
* Seeing a gentleman give up his seat for a lady
* Walking around the mall carrying a lot of shopping bags
* Via Mare’s Spicy Tuyo Flakes
* Meeting up with an old friend, catching up without realizing how late it already is
* Entering the Vatican Church
* Seeing the Pope in person
* A surprise of balloon hanging in the ceiling of my room during Valentines
* A beautiful Spring flowers arrangement
* Meeting your special someone’s family
* Playing with babies
* First time commuting around Paris on your own
* Discovering a secret
* Watching the sunset in Fort Ilocandia, Ilocos Norte
* Having a very professional looking photo by a friend
* Pancit canton with pandesal and sprite – anytime
* A rare shopping day with my non-shopaholic brother
* When an ex tells you that “YOU’RE THE BEST GIRLFRIEND I HAD”
* Buying a new Ericsson K800i after making “tiyaga” with a super outdated phone for so long!
* A tight hug after a long day
* Hearing a heartfelt “I Missed You”
* Receiving a serious “I’m always here for you, nana” text
* Eating a 25 peso adobo with rice in a “carinderia” with someone close
* Being called Engineer instead of Fleur by colleagues
* Clients who tell me they can’t believe I’m already an engineer
* Walking along the beach in Den Haag with Papa
* No brainer fun chick flicks like: Clueless, Bring It On, Legally Blond, Princess Diaries, Prince and Me
* Sharing a Holy Kettle Popcorn
* Catching up “kwentuhan” with your best friend at Coffee Bean
* A really hard massage
* MVP and mythical 6 awards in volleyball
* A 4.0 grade in college and in my master’s
* Catching your “used-to-be” looking at you
* Calling your special someone in Manila while on top of the Eiffel Tower
* Peanut butter with banana
* Banana dipped in soy sauce or “patis”
*Walking under the rain while sharing one umbrella
* The Mona Lisa painting staring back at you
* Boat rides in Venice
* Choc-nut and M&M’s
* Mama’s freshly baked chocolate chips cookies
* Someone playing with your hair
* Green Tea Frapuccino with Hazelnut Syrup
* A really good cry after a breakup
* An hour at the Adoration Chapel
* Winning a close 5 set volleyball game
* Prison Break Marathons
* Second Chances
* Subconsciously holding hands while walking
* The view of the Taal Lake from your room or from the second floor of Starbucks
* Tokens dropping from YOUR slot machines
* Cleaning up your PENDING TRAY after a hard day’s work
* Magic Tricks of my brother
* Someone explaining to you the stuff you don’t understand in the movie, “Pirates of the Caribbean 2”
* My Tita Nene’s lasagna
* Sleeping while someone’s hugging you from behind
* Having new Havaianas
* Burying my face in someone’s neck
* Smell of the fabric softener on my clothes in the morning
* Seeing a gentleman give up his seat for a lady
* Walking around the mall carrying a lot of shopping bags
* Via Mare’s Spicy Tuyo Flakes
* Meeting up with an old friend, catching up without realizing how late it already is
* Entering the Vatican Church
* Seeing the Pope in person
* A surprise of balloon hanging in the ceiling of my room during Valentines
* A beautiful Spring flowers arrangement
* Meeting your special someone’s family
* Playing with babies
* First time commuting around Paris on your own
* Discovering a secret
Thursday, May 24, 2007
Is This The Feeling Of Letting Go
How do you let go? Or how would you know if you have already let go of a person dear to you?
I met up with a close friend recently at Coffee Bean at High Street. This meeting was long overdue. We haven’t seen each other for quite some time. When I arrived inside the coffee shop, we exchanged beso and I asked if we could transfer outside because it was cold where she was sitting. So she got her things and we went outside. When I was just about to sit down, my friend blurted out, “Fleur, break na kami.” At first I was shocked and the first thing that came out of my my mouth was “Wa-what? Pero wait, I just have to tell you, pumapayat ka ha?” (Totoo naman kasi e) Then immediately after, I said again, “What? When? How?” No why’s. Because I already knew the reason.
Few weeks before, my friend made kwento that she had a feeling her boyfriend was cheating on her. So naturally, like what ALL NORMAL girls would do, she checked his phone. And there it was… All 100++ messages of the girl, stored in a folder. After the confrontation and admission (on his part), they tried working things out, all because of their love for each other. But of course, if the trust is already broken, it’s really hard to regain in back.
So back to my meeting with my friend. She told her boyfriend (now her ex) that she wants out because she can’t trust him anymore. The boyfriend cannot accept this and begged her to change his mind. But she was firm. The next day, the ex-boyfriend flew outside the country for a week long business trip. The very same day, the ex texted her. I was like “What did he say mare?” I was thinking that maybe he was still begging or he was telling my friend that when he comes back, he’ll take her to an unlimited shopping spree in Hong Kong. “What?” I asked again, a little impatient this time. “Kung pwede ko ba daw bayaran yung Meralco niya.”, my friend said. Punyeta. How romantic. They had text-banter after that. My friend reminded him that she’s dead serious with her decision. Fine, said the guy. The weird thing is that up until the time my friend and I met (days after that Meralco text), her ex hasn’t texted or communicated with her at all. Weird.
When my friend was telling me this story, I was looking at her. I was searching for any bitterness, anger or self-pity, but there was none. I asked her, “So girl, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?”. Heller, coz she looks pretty fine to me. She said she’s also surprised with her reaction and her current state. She said though she still loves her ex, she really doesn’t want him back. He can’t blame her for not trying because for weeks she really tried to forget what her boyfriend did just so they can continue staying together. She said that she just woke up one day, feeling nothing.
I can relate,man! I had a boyfriend before, a long, long time ago. The relationship tarnished because of something I did. For a while (actually a long time for me), I waited for him to go back. I allowed myself to be his doormat and I allowed myself to be an option for him. There was no one to blame because at that time, I was happy being like that. I was at fault, so fine, I allowed him to treat me that way. But after two consecutive events that left me feeling offended and disrespected (a simple I’m-sorry-for-what-I-made-you-feel text would have made a great deal), I suddenly stopped feeling anything (well, that was 3 days after waking up with a huge hangover). Then I remembered this saying that THE OPPOSITE OF LOVE ISN’T HATE, IT’S INDIFFERENCE. I do not want to jump into conclusions now because I do not want to eat my words later, but that’s it, I cannot feel anything, plain and simple. It was like something in me was switched off. Click! But guys, I tell you, it’s a wonderful feeling.
I no longer think about him everyday. I do not notice that he doesn’t text or call me anymore. I do not dress up thinking I might bump into him later that day. I started appreciating other people more and accepting that there are actually people in my life who would want to treat me better. And ang pinakapanalo, like what my friend said, “Fleur, I do not cry anymore. And I do not wake up anymore just to cry.” Weird, but very liberating.
Is this the feeling of letting go?
I met up with a close friend recently at Coffee Bean at High Street. This meeting was long overdue. We haven’t seen each other for quite some time. When I arrived inside the coffee shop, we exchanged beso and I asked if we could transfer outside because it was cold where she was sitting. So she got her things and we went outside. When I was just about to sit down, my friend blurted out, “Fleur, break na kami.” At first I was shocked and the first thing that came out of my my mouth was “Wa-what? Pero wait, I just have to tell you, pumapayat ka ha?” (Totoo naman kasi e) Then immediately after, I said again, “What? When? How?” No why’s. Because I already knew the reason.
Few weeks before, my friend made kwento that she had a feeling her boyfriend was cheating on her. So naturally, like what ALL NORMAL girls would do, she checked his phone. And there it was… All 100++ messages of the girl, stored in a folder. After the confrontation and admission (on his part), they tried working things out, all because of their love for each other. But of course, if the trust is already broken, it’s really hard to regain in back.
So back to my meeting with my friend. She told her boyfriend (now her ex) that she wants out because she can’t trust him anymore. The boyfriend cannot accept this and begged her to change his mind. But she was firm. The next day, the ex-boyfriend flew outside the country for a week long business trip. The very same day, the ex texted her. I was like “What did he say mare?” I was thinking that maybe he was still begging or he was telling my friend that when he comes back, he’ll take her to an unlimited shopping spree in Hong Kong. “What?” I asked again, a little impatient this time. “Kung pwede ko ba daw bayaran yung Meralco niya.”, my friend said. Punyeta. How romantic. They had text-banter after that. My friend reminded him that she’s dead serious with her decision. Fine, said the guy. The weird thing is that up until the time my friend and I met (days after that Meralco text), her ex hasn’t texted or communicated with her at all. Weird.
When my friend was telling me this story, I was looking at her. I was searching for any bitterness, anger or self-pity, but there was none. I asked her, “So girl, how are you feeling now? Are you okay?”. Heller, coz she looks pretty fine to me. She said she’s also surprised with her reaction and her current state. She said though she still loves her ex, she really doesn’t want him back. He can’t blame her for not trying because for weeks she really tried to forget what her boyfriend did just so they can continue staying together. She said that she just woke up one day, feeling nothing.
I can relate,man! I had a boyfriend before, a long, long time ago. The relationship tarnished because of something I did. For a while (actually a long time for me), I waited for him to go back. I allowed myself to be his doormat and I allowed myself to be an option for him. There was no one to blame because at that time, I was happy being like that. I was at fault, so fine, I allowed him to treat me that way. But after two consecutive events that left me feeling offended and disrespected (a simple I’m-sorry-for-what-I-made-you-feel text would have made a great deal), I suddenly stopped feeling anything (well, that was 3 days after waking up with a huge hangover). Then I remembered this saying that THE OPPOSITE OF LOVE ISN’T HATE, IT’S INDIFFERENCE. I do not want to jump into conclusions now because I do not want to eat my words later, but that’s it, I cannot feel anything, plain and simple. It was like something in me was switched off. Click! But guys, I tell you, it’s a wonderful feeling.
I no longer think about him everyday. I do not notice that he doesn’t text or call me anymore. I do not dress up thinking I might bump into him later that day. I started appreciating other people more and accepting that there are actually people in my life who would want to treat me better. And ang pinakapanalo, like what my friend said, “Fleur, I do not cry anymore. And I do not wake up anymore just to cry.” Weird, but very liberating.
Is this the feeling of letting go?
Sunday, May 20, 2007
NANA TRIVIA
* I like shopping. Duh! I haven’t encountered any girl who despises shopping. It’s therapeutic. It releases negative vibes in your body and adds to the endorphins (happy hormones) that you need. First, I go around the whole mall to see what I could buy. Then, I go around again to actually buy stuff.
* I like reminiscing. During Christmas, my friends in Moonwalk have this tradition to meet up at Jay’s house usually to drink and eat Noche Buena leftovers for pulutan. We always have a good time reminiscing all the “kalokohans” that we did when we were still young. Of course, they never fail to repeatedly embarrass me with their stories of my so-called suitors before. Good times.
* I hate it when there is no ice in the ice trays whenever I need them.
* I like eating my soup, main course and dessert all at the same time. I also eat ice cream and chocolates with rice.
* I drink water a lot. When people ask me why I’m thin, I tell them that I drink a lot of water and by the time I take my meals, I’m already full. It also helps my digestion because I have weird shaped intestines.
* I’ve had so many boyfriends but I have only been truly in love twice in my entire life.
* I have failed only one subject since nursery to college. It was Quantitative Methods (Statistics) because the professor was so hot. Joke only, Papa. It was really hard talaga. Hehehe.
*The longest I have driven is from Naga (Bicol) to Manila. Next was from Tarlac to Ilocos Sur.
* All throughout my volleyball career, I was only awarded the Best Tosser Award once. That was during the SK-Barangay League in Moonwalk. I already have a MVP award from a prestigious league and a couple of mythical 6 medals but until now, I still long to receive one more Best Tosser Award.
* I often talk first before I think.
* I’ve had anxiety depression. The toughest time that I have ever gone through.
* I usually like the guy first. I can carry a crush for the longest time. I’ll know that it’s not love if when the time comes and they like me already, I get turned off na.
* I hope chivalry is not dead amongst men. I still enjoy car doors being opened for me.
* I still palpitate when I hear the word marriage. Yeah, JP & I are still like that, aren’t we?
* I have tornado in my hair.
* I always delay myself in going home. I don’t actually know why, force of habit I guess. When I was still young, I was always out of the house. Now, I don’t really want to go out and go gimmick all the time but I also do not want to go home as soon as I get out of office. Weird.
* I’m so slow in manual arithmetic. I still count with my fingers. But give me long complicated mathematical problems, no problem.
* I’m afraid of going to hospitals because I’m a hypochondriac. Also because, I do not want to see rolling beds along the hallways. It creeps the hell out of me!
* I had the worst Christmas, New Year and Birthday last year (2006 & 2007).
* I have been to Arizona, LA, Montana, Las Vegas, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Spain, Venice, Florence, Rome, Amsterdam, The Hague, Paris, Antwerp, Brussels, Germany and Austria.
* My actual height does not reach 5 feet. It’s ¼ inch short.
* I consider myself as a liberated girl. However, I can never tolerate & accept men sleeping with paid women.
* I’d like to experience to walk holding hands with a special someone in the beach during sun set.
* I hate it when I text people and they don’t reply. Am I not worth the piso?
* I’m an occasions person.
* I like reminiscing. During Christmas, my friends in Moonwalk have this tradition to meet up at Jay’s house usually to drink and eat Noche Buena leftovers for pulutan. We always have a good time reminiscing all the “kalokohans” that we did when we were still young. Of course, they never fail to repeatedly embarrass me with their stories of my so-called suitors before. Good times.
* I hate it when there is no ice in the ice trays whenever I need them.
* I like eating my soup, main course and dessert all at the same time. I also eat ice cream and chocolates with rice.
* I drink water a lot. When people ask me why I’m thin, I tell them that I drink a lot of water and by the time I take my meals, I’m already full. It also helps my digestion because I have weird shaped intestines.
* I’ve had so many boyfriends but I have only been truly in love twice in my entire life.
* I have failed only one subject since nursery to college. It was Quantitative Methods (Statistics) because the professor was so hot. Joke only, Papa. It was really hard talaga. Hehehe.
*The longest I have driven is from Naga (Bicol) to Manila. Next was from Tarlac to Ilocos Sur.
* All throughout my volleyball career, I was only awarded the Best Tosser Award once. That was during the SK-Barangay League in Moonwalk. I already have a MVP award from a prestigious league and a couple of mythical 6 medals but until now, I still long to receive one more Best Tosser Award.
* I often talk first before I think.
* I’ve had anxiety depression. The toughest time that I have ever gone through.
* I usually like the guy first. I can carry a crush for the longest time. I’ll know that it’s not love if when the time comes and they like me already, I get turned off na.
* I hope chivalry is not dead amongst men. I still enjoy car doors being opened for me.
* I still palpitate when I hear the word marriage. Yeah, JP & I are still like that, aren’t we?
* I have tornado in my hair.
* I always delay myself in going home. I don’t actually know why, force of habit I guess. When I was still young, I was always out of the house. Now, I don’t really want to go out and go gimmick all the time but I also do not want to go home as soon as I get out of office. Weird.
* I’m so slow in manual arithmetic. I still count with my fingers. But give me long complicated mathematical problems, no problem.
* I’m afraid of going to hospitals because I’m a hypochondriac. Also because, I do not want to see rolling beds along the hallways. It creeps the hell out of me!
* I had the worst Christmas, New Year and Birthday last year (2006 & 2007).
* I have been to Arizona, LA, Montana, Las Vegas, Vietnam, Hong Kong, Malaysia, Spain, Venice, Florence, Rome, Amsterdam, The Hague, Paris, Antwerp, Brussels, Germany and Austria.
* My actual height does not reach 5 feet. It’s ¼ inch short.
* I consider myself as a liberated girl. However, I can never tolerate & accept men sleeping with paid women.
* I’d like to experience to walk holding hands with a special someone in the beach during sun set.
* I hate it when I text people and they don’t reply. Am I not worth the piso?
* I’m an occasions person.
~*~ Wishes ~*~
1.) I wish Philippine Airlines didn’t close their offices in Europe. This way, Papa would still be in a job that he loves doing and have all the benefits especially the free airfare. I remember before, Papa can go back and forth anytime he wishes. So it’s like, he’s working at the other side of the globe but whenever he feels like it, he can go back home even for a weekend. This way, we still get to see him often unlike now, it’s been months since I last saw him and I’m missing him so much!
2.) I wish I have the time, guts and money to start & continue the business that I really love: WEDDING COORDINATION. They said that work would stop feeling like work if you love what you’re doing. I envy those people who since they were kids, they already know what they wanted to do in their life. Unlike me, at first, I wanted to be a grocery cashier, then a TV personality, then a lawyer, then at college, I took up Civil Engineering because I heard the ratio of boys to girls in that course was 10:1. Don’t get me wrong though. I learned to love my field along the way. And I believe, it has been good to me too (well except for the female discrimination every now and then). But what I really want is to be a wedding coordinator. I cannot just explain the euphoria-slash-giddiness-slash-throat constricting feeling that I feel every time I see my brides walk to the altar and every time I see the look on the groom’s face when he first sees his bride. I cannot also explain to you the fulfillment that I feel for every thank you’s of these newlywed couples after each wedding.
3.) I wish people would stop asking me if my wedding for 2008 will push through. I get pressured noh! Alright! Alright! Aside from the fact that it was my long time goal, recently, somebody made “hula” that I’d get married on the age of 28. That is already next year. The problem is that I still do not know to whom. Well, maybe I do, he just doesn’t know it yet. You see, I’m doing my part naman. I called up a Santuario in Forbes to reserve the August 8, 2008 date for my wedding. I was willing to pay the reservation fee, mind you. They asked for the names so naturally I gave mine. They asked my groom to be. See, that was my problem. I told the girl I’m still not sure and if it was possible to give my then boyfriend’s name first and I’ll just change it if ever we don’t end up together. Not possible, she said. Fine. So now, I don’t care. I’m not in a hurry anymore. I realized if I’m going to get married to someone and spend the rest of my life with him then I guess he’d be worth the wait.
4.) I wish my Vitiligo would go away. It’s summer and I’m getting tanned except for that spot in my face. It wasn’t bothering me before but it’s sure hell bothering me now!
5.) I wish I could try living alone, independently. Mama said I could as long as I don’t bring my laundry to her house and ask our maid to wash my clothes for me. As you all know, I have been dependent on other people all my life. I wanna learn to be independent starting with living alone. However, as much as I want to, my financial state prevents me from doing so. If I live alone, I have to start paying rent. I have to have my laundry washed (since I can’t bring it home). I have to buy a TV, a sofa bed, nice rugs, electric fan, throw pillows, mini ref, DVD player, that pretty mosquito net like Faye’s, picture frames, scented candles, mini table, vanity table, closet, shoe rack, bag rack and a microwave. Those are pretty expensive. Then, I always have to eat outside coz I can’t cook even to save my life. I would have to start buying groceries. I have to start paying for electricity and water. Yeah, pretty expensive. Thinking ahead, I wouldn’t be able to afford to buy clothes whenever I want to. Imagine, no maid to fix my room, no more extra money for gimiks, movies and other fun stuff. With all these, I believe emotionally I’m ready to be independent but my wallet prevents me in doing so hehehe.
6.) I wish people would feel what they say and say what they feel. Especially in love, it would make things a lot less complicated. For example, if you love somebody, just say it! So what if she’s rich and you’re not, or he’s a god but you’re just average or, you think she wouldn’t give you the time of the day or you guys are always busy? In some other cases, if you don’t feel anything towards a person, never do or say things that would make that person feel otherwise. Do not be selfish. Think about what the other person would feel. Never use a person for your own benefit. Do not take advantage of their love for you. People like this do not deserve their share of breathing air in this planet.
7.) I wish they’d relocate Divisoria and the 168 mall nearer to Makati. Or, construct a flyover from Makati to Divisoria where only shoppers could pass to prevent them being stuck in horrible traffic on their way there.
8.) I wish to have a centralized commuting system at least for Metro Manila. Air conditioned buses and jeepneys would arrive only at certain pick up points (called BUS OR JEEPNEY STATIONS) at certain periods of time. I tell you, less traffic, less hassle and less pressure for commuters would come out of this.
9.) I wish I would not love and hate one person at the same time.
10.) I wish for my perfect love story.
11.) I wish Havaianas would go 50% off and would take me to wherever they stock all their flip flops so that I could shop ahead of all other people. Heaven!!!
12.) I wish Michael Scoffield of Prison Break to come to life and fall in love with me. Have you guys seen Prison Break? My God! If yes, then you have seen my dream guy. He has it all. Kalbo, beautiful and intense eyes, perfect nose, luscious mouth, nice set of teeth, smart, intelligent and gorgeous-but-I-don’t-know-it aura. I promise if that happens, I’ll donate to charity, be a saint, make my own bed or if required, stop buying Havaianas!
13.) I wish I could keep all of my close friends forever. I have a lot of friends. Check my Friendster, I’ve got 700++ of them. But what they do not know, my real friends are only a handful. Only they have been with me through all my ups and downs. They have seen me in my euphoric days and they were with me through those depressing times. They have accepted and loved me for who I truly am, issues and everything. Yeah, I have lost some very close friends too. Some who I have placed in the pedestal but along the way, we fell out. Maybe because our friendship didn’t survive the lack of time for each other, unresolved issues or we never really got to accept the real us in the first place. I just always think that maybe that’s how we were supposed to be. Some friends who I would like to mention here are: Peachy (my bestfriend), Vivian, Abby Lim, my Moonwalk childhood friends (Janice, Jay, Joshua, Niggs and Alvin), Erwin, Boyet, Marianne, Jimmy, Mabel, Ai and Xerxes.
14.) I wish for contentment, good health and long life to my family and loved ones.
15.) I wish for contentment for myself too.
2.) I wish I have the time, guts and money to start & continue the business that I really love: WEDDING COORDINATION. They said that work would stop feeling like work if you love what you’re doing. I envy those people who since they were kids, they already know what they wanted to do in their life. Unlike me, at first, I wanted to be a grocery cashier, then a TV personality, then a lawyer, then at college, I took up Civil Engineering because I heard the ratio of boys to girls in that course was 10:1. Don’t get me wrong though. I learned to love my field along the way. And I believe, it has been good to me too (well except for the female discrimination every now and then). But what I really want is to be a wedding coordinator. I cannot just explain the euphoria-slash-giddiness-slash-throat constricting feeling that I feel every time I see my brides walk to the altar and every time I see the look on the groom’s face when he first sees his bride. I cannot also explain to you the fulfillment that I feel for every thank you’s of these newlywed couples after each wedding.
3.) I wish people would stop asking me if my wedding for 2008 will push through. I get pressured noh! Alright! Alright! Aside from the fact that it was my long time goal, recently, somebody made “hula” that I’d get married on the age of 28. That is already next year. The problem is that I still do not know to whom. Well, maybe I do, he just doesn’t know it yet. You see, I’m doing my part naman. I called up a Santuario in Forbes to reserve the August 8, 2008 date for my wedding. I was willing to pay the reservation fee, mind you. They asked for the names so naturally I gave mine. They asked my groom to be. See, that was my problem. I told the girl I’m still not sure and if it was possible to give my then boyfriend’s name first and I’ll just change it if ever we don’t end up together. Not possible, she said. Fine. So now, I don’t care. I’m not in a hurry anymore. I realized if I’m going to get married to someone and spend the rest of my life with him then I guess he’d be worth the wait.
4.) I wish my Vitiligo would go away. It’s summer and I’m getting tanned except for that spot in my face. It wasn’t bothering me before but it’s sure hell bothering me now!
5.) I wish I could try living alone, independently. Mama said I could as long as I don’t bring my laundry to her house and ask our maid to wash my clothes for me. As you all know, I have been dependent on other people all my life. I wanna learn to be independent starting with living alone. However, as much as I want to, my financial state prevents me from doing so. If I live alone, I have to start paying rent. I have to have my laundry washed (since I can’t bring it home). I have to buy a TV, a sofa bed, nice rugs, electric fan, throw pillows, mini ref, DVD player, that pretty mosquito net like Faye’s, picture frames, scented candles, mini table, vanity table, closet, shoe rack, bag rack and a microwave. Those are pretty expensive. Then, I always have to eat outside coz I can’t cook even to save my life. I would have to start buying groceries. I have to start paying for electricity and water. Yeah, pretty expensive. Thinking ahead, I wouldn’t be able to afford to buy clothes whenever I want to. Imagine, no maid to fix my room, no more extra money for gimiks, movies and other fun stuff. With all these, I believe emotionally I’m ready to be independent but my wallet prevents me in doing so hehehe.
6.) I wish people would feel what they say and say what they feel. Especially in love, it would make things a lot less complicated. For example, if you love somebody, just say it! So what if she’s rich and you’re not, or he’s a god but you’re just average or, you think she wouldn’t give you the time of the day or you guys are always busy? In some other cases, if you don’t feel anything towards a person, never do or say things that would make that person feel otherwise. Do not be selfish. Think about what the other person would feel. Never use a person for your own benefit. Do not take advantage of their love for you. People like this do not deserve their share of breathing air in this planet.
7.) I wish they’d relocate Divisoria and the 168 mall nearer to Makati. Or, construct a flyover from Makati to Divisoria where only shoppers could pass to prevent them being stuck in horrible traffic on their way there.
8.) I wish to have a centralized commuting system at least for Metro Manila. Air conditioned buses and jeepneys would arrive only at certain pick up points (called BUS OR JEEPNEY STATIONS) at certain periods of time. I tell you, less traffic, less hassle and less pressure for commuters would come out of this.
9.) I wish I would not love and hate one person at the same time.
10.) I wish for my perfect love story.
11.) I wish Havaianas would go 50% off and would take me to wherever they stock all their flip flops so that I could shop ahead of all other people. Heaven!!!
12.) I wish Michael Scoffield of Prison Break to come to life and fall in love with me. Have you guys seen Prison Break? My God! If yes, then you have seen my dream guy. He has it all. Kalbo, beautiful and intense eyes, perfect nose, luscious mouth, nice set of teeth, smart, intelligent and gorgeous-but-I-don’t-know-it aura. I promise if that happens, I’ll donate to charity, be a saint, make my own bed or if required, stop buying Havaianas!
13.) I wish I could keep all of my close friends forever. I have a lot of friends. Check my Friendster, I’ve got 700++ of them. But what they do not know, my real friends are only a handful. Only they have been with me through all my ups and downs. They have seen me in my euphoric days and they were with me through those depressing times. They have accepted and loved me for who I truly am, issues and everything. Yeah, I have lost some very close friends too. Some who I have placed in the pedestal but along the way, we fell out. Maybe because our friendship didn’t survive the lack of time for each other, unresolved issues or we never really got to accept the real us in the first place. I just always think that maybe that’s how we were supposed to be. Some friends who I would like to mention here are: Peachy (my bestfriend), Vivian, Abby Lim, my Moonwalk childhood friends (Janice, Jay, Joshua, Niggs and Alvin), Erwin, Boyet, Marianne, Jimmy, Mabel, Ai and Xerxes.
14.) I wish for contentment, good health and long life to my family and loved ones.
15.) I wish for contentment for myself too.
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