a pageant for alternatives, ALL HAIL... BOW DOWN

Last night i watched in awe as 21 beautiful flipinos/filipinas paraded and sashayed to the rhythm that made their hips sway with much gusto.

It was a first.

On this island that has taken pride in coining itself the QUEEN city of the south, it is the perfect set up to search for its QUEEN.

It was a night where all Queens of their own rights dressed up to the nines to lend support to our sisters and trooped to the event. Well it was a bevvy, no wait a sea, oh no wait since the event was held at the Pacific Grand ballroom of the Waterfront Hotel lets say that a sea is a bit too small for a sea lets make it an ocean of soul sisters in all shapes and sizes and all forms imaginable for it was a night for the ladies who are gentlemen and gentlemen who are ladies as its theme suggests.

Everyone was on high spirits and when the lights went down and the music was on queue. The shrieks and the cheers grew louder and louder as one by one the delegates paraded on stage with their take on the national costumes of the nations they represent.

The night ended well and a lovely delegate was proclaimed the Queen of Cebu, Kudos to the Organizers, to Jude Bacalso who looked chic in her Cary Santiago Terno and to Vince Escario as well, they were just fabulous in hosting the show from start to finish. I'm looking forward to next years' Pageant.

(thanks to the queen of cebu facebook account for the photo)

a letdown

Yesterday I had the most mortifying feeling at work. No it was not a case of verbal vomit nor that my mouth had lead me to uncompromising situations that often lead me to a deadlock. It was that funny yet eerie feeling that you would like to run into a secluded place. Hide. And hopefully get out once everything had passed and hoped for the best that it was deleted in everybody's memories.

My deodorant had let me down.

I wanted to die then and there. I didn't have the capacity to raise my arms as confidently as I used to have. Good thing, Hopefully nobody noticed.

haay!

luck, luckier, luckiest?

I'm soaking up work like a dried up sponge in the midst of the Sahara. It feels like I haven't had time for myself or that I haven't had the time to put myself out in the market for someone to pick up, have a look or at least bring home for a trial period of two weeks. Its seemed like in a matter of 5 months I had become from a hopeful Charlotte York character to more of a cynical Miranda Hobbes.

I sometimes smile at people who seem to be truly, madly and deeply in love with one another, at times I quiver. I had a thought. Maybe the greatest love of all comes once in a lifetime if you're lucky, twice if you're luckier or that you tend to present yourself in such a manner that people would love to get to know you more, more than two bottles of beer or that you were aesthetically pleasing.

I'm just waiting for that certain person to sweep me off my feet on a whirlwind romance and wake the inner hopeful soul in me and turn my life for the better, or is that waiting doing me wrong. That's why I ask myself, "Will I ever become hopeful again"? or that I am not lucky enough for that request.

Without warning

I got a shock as I was chomping down crispy pata and gambas last night. I had that familiar yet unfamiliar feeling of waiting to hear something and that it does not turn out the way you wanted yet you are still holding on to a glimmer of hope that all of it is just a joke or a dream but no matter how hard you try to pinch yourself and no matter how many reality checks have been made its just there and no amount of denial will ever do the trick. It's just it needed to happen somehow, and it did. Unfortunately without warning.

I am still in the convalescent period of the whole event. The thing is I was not supposed to know about it up until Monday but I got my early edition and it felt surreal. I am still in the process of going back to the way things were before it happened. Just like how my body is reacting to the pata. And I know in a morbid kind of way that its going to feel like a phantom limb phenomenon, you feel like its there but hell no it ain't!!! And its never going to be that way.

Change is something that's gotta be good, but its too abrupt. But every thing changes. And I can't help but bitch about it every time it crosses my mind. I really need to shrug it off, make it work and go on avail by Monday though.

work, work, woes

Every time I log out from I always feel relieved, I dunno why. I always seem to have a love-hate relationship with my job. At times I bicker about the pay, the work that I am doing and in that point in time I find myself thankful, grateful even that I, even in the midst of an economic crisis is still earning something for a living. The talk of the town seems to be who can submit their resignations first and who can land a better job and a fatter pay cheque and at the rate and the amount of work we are doing on the floor right now it crosses our stressed out and fried brains as often as the weather is changing here in Cebu (which right now could change without batting an eylash).

Although to pay cheque seems promising. Its that I am that lazy to fall in line, start all over again. Its like the first day inside the Big Brother house and as for the bitches are concerned, retracting the claws would be a must.

And so last night err... earlier this morning I had the same talk with an office mate and had agreed on one thing. The only thing that's keeping us from resigning is the schedule. That's one good thing and as far I'm concerned I'm still enjoying the company of the people I am working with. And that's what matters most for me.

(thanks to the guys at photobucket for the photo!)

the man in the mirror

I know its inevitable, however it all came too soon, too soon in fact I just read the info on my friends' facebook account. And now even listening to Mr. Jackson's "Man in the mirror" brings shivers down my spine.

I may not be that big of a fan however growing up to his music makes me know him through the lyrics and melodies that he introduced to the world all over.

I remember getting a call from a customer who had problems with his broadband connections and pleaded that I make a way (meaning: move heaven and earth for that matter!~ ditto!) that I restore it in a flash 'cause he can't wait to read everything about Mr. Jackson and the 411 about his sudden death and that made me think, he made an impact to everyone (considering that my caller sounded like he was 5o++ y.o. over the phone)

And now the whole world mourns for his loss.

Mr. Jackson, you will be missed however your music would remain.

(photo courtesy of photobucket.com)

the only MAN.

to the man who i grew up with.

the one who accepted me for what I am, never dared to question what I have become.

the one who has nurtured my immaturity and opened my eyes to the harsh reality that making money is not an easy job but rather one that requires blood sweat and tears,.. and err a million complaining.

he who I look up to despite some of his crazy ways.

the one who taught me that life and love is sometimes unfair and as hard as a rock.



happy father's day dad.

HOPEFULL.....

Well, I gambled again. Walked up like a man and straight to a date. Needless to say I again pranced around town, trying to keep to conversation up and running and both ways working, All together while keeping my heart on my sleeve and trying to avoid one or two disasters because truth be told I am rather clumsy at times... err... almost every single day of my existence. I went out and thought to myself If I never get out and put myself in the market well I'd get stale and never be sold.

And at this time I was thinking of fairy tales and mixing them up like a summer cocktail and ask myself.

What if the king and queen had invited the evil witch at sleeping beauty's christening?... would she be in the losers table?... and if she was would she still put a curse on the princess?

If Snow white's evil step mother had gone to one of those cosmetic surgeons in Beverly hills or at least had one of her mistresses in waiting inject botox every fortnight, would she still want to kill snow white?...

I cringed and laugh to myself. I know I'm a little twisted. And lonely. And I Hope he could read my mind, it would ask him... : if you need to be loved, here I am. read my mind....


I hope he does. And I am wishing.

No, still hanging on that faint glimmer of hope.

(photo courtesy of photobucket.com)

my anima mundi

Its been a while. It has been, and i think its time to move on. I need a rehab, i need to unload all the excess baggage i have and start a new, not that i will be loading new ones but just taking everything in stride. i just want to run away from it all.

how hard is it to wake up with someone who treasures and likes you as you are, not minding the way you look when you wake up in the morning or the way you snore at night?... I mean that's not a herculean task at hand.

how hard can it be to find a soul mate?...

Or maybe I have met him and i just did not notice.

hahaay!...

Its been two weeks from my Bantayan trip and still I haven't jotted down an entry devoted to that trip. Haay! Time flies so fast. Wish I was still there. The beach, the sun not to mention the crowd (well it could be me all along, it could be their first time to see somebody pretty healthy wearing hot pants on a cool Saturday evening, tanned and all).

Anxious as I was because unfortunately it was my first trip to Bantayan. I was eager to end the shift, take the 1st bus to Hagnaya, pray that there will be enough sun for my tan, for the photo shoot that would last the entire trip (including the downtime and grammatically erroneous signboards c/o the watchful eyes of chitru credo) and for the trip via the barge back to the main island.

And here I am now. Home, bored, reminiscing about the whole trip, looking at the photos shot in that short duration of time. Wishing I had time and money to go back. Someday, I will and that time I'll be with somebody.... I'll leave it blank for now... My prince lost its way to me.. pweh!

hahaay!

tan, taran... TAN!!!!

Since I had a pretty boring summer last year, I decided to squeeze every bit of my summer this time. If in case you did not know last year I was spent my summer at home. Sleeping. Loser!... haha!

But now I am determined to make most of it. And I mean it. I know my life's a bore and I get excited easily so I decided to take the road not taken and had a blast in Badian (although we did not go to Kawasan, either nobody was interested in trekking or that we were just lazy and wanted booze for brunch). And as of right now I had just finished unpacking my stuff from my latest weekend getaway.

Since we were at the beach I wanted to have a tan, so i laid down on the beach getting all the sun i can and waited, waited, and waited however everybody was looking for me because we were already drinking at 9 in the morning so i got inside the cottage we were renting and gave in. So I thought that I could get some more after lunch--- I was wrong. Unfortunately the weather was not cooperating and I ended up drenched in the rain. boOhoO!

So to sum it all up i got tan but not that much. No worries because the week after next I'll be in Bantayan for more sun, fun and everything in between.

I'm still waiting for the photos to be uploaded.

hope y'all are enjoying your summer. And don't forget sunscreen!!!....Ü

the out of towners

I'm in the middle of holy week right now and fortunately or unfortunately I'm going somewhere to unwind or possibly find solitude in the comforts of nature. Just had yet another break-up so I am thinking that this might do some good. After all I've been working my ass off these few days, I need some sort of release or a place where a NOrtell phone (were not using avaya which i have to say needs some getting used to) is nowhere in sight.

We started to plan this said breakaway from all the stress that work is giving us however there were a lot of wrong turns and plan A's, B's and C's on the way. But what I'm nagging about right now is that there are 3 people coming who are always complaining about this and a lot of things for that matter (our trainer asked us not to bring boyfriends and the like) and they were fidgeting like crazy over this. I was assigned to plan to whole event but after the whole fracas I decided not to be a baby sitter to them and quit to the point of my airing my side of the story but to keep things at peace and its holy week already and due to our trainers plea i kept quiet.

They threatened not to come which would sound oh so sweet to me. But then the next thing I heard they were already preppin' up. washing thier swimsuits already. We'll see what would happen next.

I wanted to do something about this. But if I do it somebody will support me and from this point it would seem as if were ganging up on them. So I'll wait for things to happen and act when the time is right. and sneaky.

have a blessed holy week.

the Queen B... and Miss Karma

Its not really that I am a BITCH. Well there is one on the inside but rarely does she make an appearance. That is if the time is most appropriate, then she will absolupositivalutely make an entrance that would enthrall the crowd the way Imelda Marcos would at her prime and that is coiffured and all.

Its just there are selective times that I really get pissed intentionally over little things and I always tell myself that karma is going to get that person. But at times I question karma. Is it me or that karma literally takes a lifetime to be processed. Does it have a filter? or a lazy secretary perhaps which has a pea for a brain and does not care to forward all emails to her/his boss (btw I really don't know what gender karma has)And it pissess me off the way someone jokes around you as if you re close and you quickly quip in a retort that would leave the other party speechless or in a way appalled lying on the ground looking for a shovel to bury their heads underground. And at times I just think of clobbering' them at that moment, but then again there is that thin red line between being barbaric and being normal. And at that point I remember the rules of engagement.. or shall I dare say revenge.. EVERYTHING HAS TO BE SNEAKY... and that EVERYTHING is all a matter of timing.... Well there is a hidden bitch in all of us... and to provoke would be a disaster,,... take a cue from Regina George and the Mean Girls... hehehe

(thanks to the guys of photobucket for the photo!!!)

I PASSED!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!!!!

I am still in the process of slowly digesting the feeling of happiness and letting it sink down my gut. I pinch myself time and again just to be sure that this is real. And yes it is real. Never have I felt as if I am just an inch away from heaven. All the hard work, sleepless nights not to mention the drinking sprees that I, Wewe, Mikel Soo and Sho spent as we argue and haggle about the answers on our practice quizzes!!!

Yes. the wait is officially over. The list is out, and out of the 88,649 examination takers only 39,455 able to pass the grueling two day exam. And fortunately I am one of the 39,455 aspirants who made it. Yes I am NOW a REGISTERED NURSE.

(thanks to half a second from flickr.com for the photo)

happy singles awareness day... ehem...

happy hearts day everyone...

Just don't drink and drive.

And practice SAFE sex... ALWAYS... You might regret the consequences or have a baby by September or November... Ü

service interruption

As time went by I was having a good relationship with my phone, up until now. The flexboard got busted. My brother was kind enough to have it fixed, or so i thought. It had to have a few glitches. My life has always been this way. Turns out we had a communication misinterpretation.

I said that I wanted it fixed, and since he knows someone with the know-how I thought it would be the best thing to do.

I was wrong.

He wanted to fix the gadget and sell it. Without me saying yes to his decision. Five days later my phone got home, functioning well up until today. It got busted AGAIN. Im quite furious as I am writing this, How soon can it be before I crack skulls?....

(to all people who have my number please be advised that I cannot be reached for the time being... up to who knows when.)

so far soo good...

The first week of work has just been over. This week has been full of policies, culture and audio clips. So far I have yet to see the cute guys they were talking about, and unfortunately the only thing I am looking forward to everyday is the karaoke sessions during lunch. And yes I am still surviving, I hope I do survive up until my 5th month appraisal.. Hopeful... wink...

Pit Senyor!!!

Its that time in the year in Cebu wherein the streets are jamed up like a clogged artery, Where walking from one place to another is the last resort,Traffic is like a bad dream for ages. Yes for one day in the year people seem to forget their problems and dance to the beat of the drums. Its Sinulog. A weeklong or something like it celebration on the third Sunday of january ion Honor of the Child Jesus. The streets are filled with people its like Time's Square on New Years eve.

Hopin' everyone will have a goodtime. Pack light. Be Safe. Don't drink and drive.

Pit Senyor to everyone!

new year

Well.. formulating a new years' resolution for the nth time won't make it right anyways. So I'ma screw it and make the rules as i go. Sort of trial and error. Hopefully I won't make the same mistake as i have had for the past year. So I jotted down some things that needs improvement from the last year.

First things first... I need a revamp, overhaul whatchamacallit... in all aspects, in every square inch of my being. That includes my body, my closet, a bit of my attitude and delete some names in my phonebook... or rather categorize them as ACQUAINTANCES rather as FRIENDS, as I have learned from Michael Soo.

I'm looking forward for this year. Optimistically. With an open heart and an empty stomach. With all the things that had happened in 2008. I think I'm ready for what this year could bring.