The Beach Is My Home

Borawan, Quezon; Sept. 2011

I belong where the sand meets the sea.

Okay... so maybe I exagerate.

Look. Here's the thing.

Despite the downs and the roller coaster rides and the stress-that-knows-no-bounds... I love what I do for a living. I deeply enjoy the company of the people who surround me on a daily basis. I get along great with the team I'm a part of. The banter of ideas that happen in our little merry world of consumer marketing; and sometimes the chismis and other unintelligible whatnots... just makes everyone happy and fun to be around.

Of course we're not happy-happy all the time. We're in TV5 Marketing, not the psyche ward of a mental hospital.

So... really, there's no need to panic, folks. I'm just a gal who's got so much on her mind, and sometimes just needs to rant. Then when that's done, we move on.

Thank heavens we move on the weekend that will be gloriously spent on the beach.

B-)   Looking forward to soaking up the sun.

And hey! Possibly a light Friday afternoon spent blogging some wiley thoughts, and then to an evening with the Younghusbands. Media, I *heart* you.

Someday...

I'm starting to hate that word.

I forget which movie said it, but someday is a dangerous word. Because its code for never.

I don't remember when exactly it happened to me... wait, I do but I choose to be in denial and not blame my job for my lifelessness... but my someday has turned into never. And it's freakin' H-A-R-D to turn it around!

"I'll get back into running soon"... said that three weeks ago.

"I'm losing the damned 10 pounds I gained ASAP!" Said that 'round the same time... and it's not HAPPENING!

"A blog a day was supposed to keep the crazies away"... but the frikkin crazies are HERE!!

"I'm saving up for my NAUI course because my gift-to-self on Christmas will be a bad-ass diver ID." Where the h*ll am I getting the money from? DREAM F-ing ON!

"I'll stop using my credit card"... HOW?!?!?!? Stop it on the shoes, the dresses, the weak superficial things. When did this obsession with the material begin? I used to prioritize travel and knowledge and art and experience. What's so wrong with me that I need the immediate pick-me-ups to give me joy? (I do know what's wrong with me but I choose to turn a blind eye.)

Because I know when I look, seriously look... I'll find something broken. Something I've been meaning to fix. Something I'll get to someday.

But someday has turned to never... and I'm afraid. Dear Lord, please help me.

Annual Markers

Just realized that I define my year differently now that I'm a workin' girl. Back in the day of textbooks, terms papers and getting to school on time, annual markers were quarterly exams, intrams, the fair and summer vaca.

Now... besides the standard Christmas, Semana Santa, and birthday rundown, these are the things that mark each year's passing:

UAAP Bball Season on S23
I've never been a basketball fan, nor do I think I will ever be, but the UAAP Senior Basketball Season is something I look forward to on an annual basis. For one, it tells me students are officially settled in their respective schools and the alumni have nothing better to do that plan for the next bonfire. UAAP now also marks my annual lap around my old campus. Whilst everyone struts their ass to the GS Parking Lot, I head off running (literally) to the other direction. HS and Bell field have never been more quiet. :) Ooh! Plus the fact that our family favorite local band Parokya Ni Edgar are Bonfire staples and I need my annual flirt-mode-on with Vinci.

Halloween
We never, and I mean never, celebrated Halloween back when I was a kid. It was always All Saints' Day and Araw ng Patay and Sembreak. Trick or Treating was something reserved for people Stateside, like Hannukah and Thanksgiving. But recently, with its sudden popularity, even the poorest of the poor get to trick or treat nowadays! And Trick or Treating in a media company is F-U-N! Two years ago, we set up an entire casket with ghoul in our area. The ghoul was even sitting beside me in the empty cubicle. He kept me company during the cool November days. Last year, our scary set up was accompanied by creepy sound effects downloaded off the internet. We scared the kids crapless, it was hilarious!

Dear Lord

Please help me find the strength to always, always, ALWAYS see the good in people...

Or simply pull away from those who exude evil.

Okay, evil may be extreme... but please please please Lord... give me strength.


GAH!

Amen.

Candy Coated Drops Of Happy

Just another manic Monday

This is what the working portion of my desk looks like. Okay, looked like because it is now sans candy-coated colorfuls. They're now all happily tucked in my tummy.

If you guessed those to be M&Ms... Na-ah! They're the local version, and I like them more. Given the choice between Nips and M&Ms, I'd choose Nips any day. I don't know what it is exactly that makes them so damn addictive... or maybe I'm just really into sweets that way.

Nips is quintessentially local! It can't boast to be true chocolate because its made mostly of milk solids. The candy coat is oftentimes too thick that it doesn't melt in both you mouth and hand. And the colors they use spell t-o-x-i-c, as in artificially toxic. But I don't care!

Nips reminds me of lazy weekday afternoons, when school and homework is done and I pass my time slowly with TV and junk. Ah, the good old days. Long gone. Just like the Nips formerly on my desk top.

The 10-Pound Challenge

I've gained weight!

It cannot be denied anymore. The excuse "I'm wearing dresses to work because pants are tighter" has come true, and its major suuuuper dislike. I think its all the Dots Sour Slices I've been wolfing down... useless calories... useless, sweet/sour, amazingly addictive, oh-how-I-miss-you calories... (of course I'm suddenly craving for my Sour Dots... that's what happens when you write about them.)

But NO! I have what we call "self-control" and it starts now!

*Put hand on imaginary diet bible and say* I solemnly swear that from this day on, I shall:

1. Run even when I'm tired. No reason will be acceptable for not running at least twice a week.
2. Do my weights and crunches when I get home. Get that flabby tabby stomach out of the way!
3. Stop it with the midnight binges. Goodbye Cheddar & Sour Cream Ruffles. It'll be a while til I see you again.
4. Do more chores on the weekend! I've been meaning to clean out my closet.

Writing it all down is one thing. Staying true to each is another. Dear Lord of all things Holy, please give me the strength to pull this one off. The blog a day promise hasn't happened yet. Let this one not take as much time.

So, 10 pounds people! That's the number to beat. And today is Day 1.