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MECHANICS:

1. Login to your Facebook account.
2. Go to the Bow & Wow – The Natural Pet Foods Store and click on Like
3. Go to the Bow & Wow Petparazzi Contest application and Like it also
4. Go to this link —-> http://bit.ly/acQBZt
5. Click on the VOTE button for Popoy
6. Make sure your profile pic will appear on the lower right-hand of the voting page (and you can leave your comments for Popoy also *wink)
7. Tell all your friends to Vote for Popoy! :)

 

The Start of the End of My Pyjama-Wielding Days

Today is my first day, after 2 months of staying at home, to work at the office again. I’m kinda bummed and excited at the same time. -____-’

Bummed, because I love working from home. What else could beat these perks?

1. I get to squeeze in decent nap times in between work. Hello, sleeping on the couch or even in my bed when I feel like throwing my laptop due to extreme stress/pressure/insanity.

2. I get to eat a LOT. My home office is located in our kitchen, just beside our fridge, LOL.

3. I get to have the Discovery Channel/National Geographic/Lifestyle Network/Star Movies/Star World/Arirang (don’t judge!) channels blaring on the background.

4. I get to work all day on my pyjamas and bed head hair.

5. I get to play with my baby (dog) once in a while, cuddle him, give him a bath, watch him sleep, take pictures/videos of him…my heart is breaking at the thought that he is alone at home right now, probably crying again and wrecking everything his teeth can land on.

So on the other side of the coin, there’s some sort of excitement in getting back to the office. I get to enjoy…

1. Speedy internet (since my ISP at home has been reduced to crap and its been giving me ridiculously slow speeds and intermittent connection…hello GLOBE WIIMAX, i swear its no fun using you anymore).

2. The energy. I swear, working from the office has this come-on-lets-work-till-our-heads-fall-off sort of vibe for me. I still work as hard even if I’m just at home, but the idea of leaving the office by 5 makes me want to beat all those deadlines by 5 (even I don’t really need to).

3. The people. Of course, I get to have chizmisan moments with my office-mates, which I believe is an integral part of any office-goer’s day to day survival.

Looking at my list, i guess I’m more bummed than excited. bleh. But looking at my To-Do List for today, I’ve crossed out 5 out of 7. yey! ^^v

PS. above screencaps can be found on my Tumblr site, where I take advantage of the Take Photo feature, weeee :)

 

Hello Mature Self

Why do weekends just tend to speed by?

I remember waking up on a Saturday morning, lazing around the house the whole day, sleeping in, waking up at noon the next day, gave my dog a bath, lazed infront of the tube the whole afternoon, went to hear Mass with the BF and a friend, made dinner, watched a movie and soon its 11:53 in the evening and yes, tomorrow is a Monday.

Where the hell did my weekend go?

My weekends used to be made of fun. Partying and clubbing and out-of-town trips. Slumber parties and videoke nights. DVD movies or series marathons. All of those were like 10 years ago, when I was still figuring out what I want to do with my life.

Why am I not fun anymore?

Oh yeah, I remember. I grew up.

I have a great job. I earn enough to finance my addictions. I spend on nice dinners now not your regular fastfood fare I got used to in college. I have two bank accounts (can you fuckin believe that?) I think twice before buying that expensive dress just because its cute

I’m in a 6-year & 10-month (going strong) relationship.

I have a dog.

And its 12:08 Monday morning now and I just remembered, tomorrow’s a national holiday so i get to wake up at noon for two consecutive days. I may sometimes miss my vodka-tonic-dancing-till-i-feel-faint-weekends but right now, life’s good…life’s indeed good.

 

I Live for Fried Chicken

Day 10 of the 30-day blogging challenge: A photo of your favorite place to eat.

This is a hard one. I love to eat and eat out. Asking to place a picture of my favorite place to eat is like asking for my favorite song, because you can’t have just ONE favorite song, right? Oh you do? Then you’re the exception. I kid, i kid. Moving on the topic of this post, i decided to place 3 pictures of places where i like to spend my money on based on my top 3 favorite food.

1. Fried Chicken at JOLLIBEE. I can live on fried chicken. Drop me on an isolated island with a lifetime supply of fried chicken and i’ll live blissfully til I die of heart attack due to the excessive amount of chicken fat that I’d probably consume. This fastfood joint, Jollibee, is the place to be for fried chicken made of awesome. If you’re a Filipino and have no idea what I’m talking about, I think you’ve been living under a rock for the past 20+++ years.

2. Chinese food at Maxim’s. Okay, so Maxim’ is probably not the BEST place to get chinese food around here in Baguio, but I die for their sizzling braised beef. It is the place to be for me and the BF when we’re nursing a hangover and we need a huge dose of hot wanton noodle soup.

3. 50′s Diner. Good food. Huge servings..and Cheap! It can’t get better than this.

 

Filipino Pride

By now, everyone would have given their two cents-worth on the Manila Hostage Crisis that happened last monday. You must have read about it online thanks to the many social media sites available today. I first found out about it via Twitter around noon. I watched the drama unfold on national television, occasionally flipping the channels to CNN and BBC, while I continue to read on everyone’s thoughts online. Everything ended in a bloodbath which left a country swathed in disappointment, anger and frustration.

The Philippines had blood in its hands.

It was easy to blame the Manila police enforcers in a heartbeat. Everyone saw how incompetent and inefficient they are in handling the crisis. In all honesty, I was one of those who mocked them. But would I have done a better job if I was in their place? Would you have?

Some blame the negotiators. Why couldn’t they have simply given in to all of the hostage taker’s demands? Was he asking for millions of Pesos? Was he asking for criminals to be released in exchange for his hostages? Was he asking for an arsenal of high powered guns and a getaway jet? He was asking for something so simple, that he be re-instated as a Police Superintendent, and everyone would have moved on. He would have been given a piece of paper signed by the Police Chief that yes, he is being reinstated, and they could have easily taken him away and locked him up for good. But I’m not an expert in such and my insight is probably not that important to the higher ups.

Some blame the system. Was the hostage taker given due process before he was sacked by the Ombudsman? Would his sanity have snapped if it was explained to him properly why  he, a decorated police officer who is nearing his retirement just lost his job and all his retirement benefits?

We can never condone the likes of him, nor acts like this. But, would something like this happening in your own country make you give up on your own race?

I will never. One man’s fault does not equal a whole nation. I pity those who say that they are embarrassed to be called a Filipino after the incident. They started denouncing their own country and it makes you wonder whose worse, the hostage taker or them?

This is has been a short yet heavy blog post and so, I would like to end it through a picture that shows why I will always be proud of my country and of being a Filipino.

Good Food. Smiling People. Television shows that can entertain you for weeks on end. Festivals in every corner of the archipelago. Breathtaking scenery.

 

No To Contacts

Day 08 of the 30-day blogging challenge: A photo of the item you last purchased.

I’ve had 6 glasses made in my lifetime, the latest i have on is the 7th. I started wearing glasses when I was in college, the effects of reading under a lamp since I was 8…and too much time spent infront of a computer screen, i guess.

About 2 weeks ago, my dog having chewed on our TV remote, a couple of my brother’s socks, part of our sofa…decided to move on to my glasses. I just had  new frames for it, bout a month old…red, super light frames that I adore.  But my dog got the best of it.

OLD FRAMES

I am practically blind without my glasses on. And don’t get me started with contacts. No way jose. So I had to have a new one made. I’ve been wearing it for a week i think and I’m not really loving it. I think it’s the frame, it’s kinda heavy compared to my last pair. Ugh. I may have to get another one, the key is to continue looking for the perfect frame. -_-’

NEW FRAMES

 

Cake Time

i interrupt my 30-Day Blogging Challenge for something more important…

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE BF!

Man, yer old..lolz.  You know i love you more than fried chicken. <3

 

Rain, Rain Go Away…

Day 08 of the 30-day blogging challenge: A song to match your mood.

Boston by Augustuna via YouTube

A very long time ago, I was a Grey’s Anatomy fan…until i got tired of Meredith’s whining. This is one of the tracks from i dunno..Season 1 or 2?

It’s been raining the whole day, cold and i was booored to death (having finished a bunch of work last Wednesday). I wanted to bury myself in bed but no can do, i HAVE to be available on Skype for other work-related reasons. pfshh.

ZZzZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZzz.

 

Whimsical I Do’s

Day 07 of the 30-day blogging challenge: Your dream wedding.

Because I can be anal, my dream wedding consists of Option A and Option B.

Option A: Whimsical Garden Theme. Hot Pink and Lime Green. Colorful Summer Dresses for the Bridesmaids. Cute Cake. Roses and Hydrangea. Paper Japanese Lanterns. Feathery Gown.

Option B: Whimsical Beach Theme. Yellow. Message-in-a-Bottle Invites. Starfish Cake. Grecian Gown.

…with lots of dancing and champagne for the ladies and beer for the boys and tons of laughter in between.

 

Love at Furrst Sight

Day 06 of the 30-day blogging challenge: A photo of an animal you’d love to keep as a pet.

Angora Rabbit

My brother had a pet rabbit once. Just your regular rabbit: black, long ears and loves green leafy vegetables. His name is Mr. Paj. He used to roam around our flat, sometimes he’d end up squeezed tightly in the little corners of our apartment, one time we left him outside, we didn’t see him for 24 hours and later found him tucked under a couple of carton boxes feeding on packs of expired instant coffee, lolz. Later on, school (for my bro) and work (for me and the BF) made it impossible to take care of him properly so my bro gave him away to our cousins in the province. He is still alive and from what I’ve heard, spoiled rotten.

When i switched companies and my current work allows me to stay at home and work on the laptop at times, I wanted to get another but the BF refused. And now, we have a pet dog (4 month old Siberian Husky) who is the love of my life and having a rabbit around would only spell disaster. Oh well, you can’t have them all.

 
 
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