Thursday, February 25, 2010
I'm sure some of you have copied in exams or have let others copy from you. Right? Honestly, I am guilty of both. Back in my college years, I had a user friend who was just such a leech. There was a time when she copied a majority of my answers on an exam. The teacher was handing out the results for the exams. Each student went up to the front to get his/ her test paper. Then the teacher called a familiar yet not so familiar name. She called my name with my friend's last name. I shivered. And felt my cheeks and ears turn red. The teacher had a private talk witht he two of us. Then we were separated, she was put in a different section. Anyhow....we lost touch, but the future definitely brought our paths together once again.
We ended up working for the same company. And we were catching up on old times. And laughing about our yesterdays. A few days ago, I was a bit shocked. I thought she had grown out of being such a leech. She text me the other day and asked me to make her a resignation letter. She mentioned what she wanted to have written on the letter. So I translated what she said into english, and she wanted me to include a couple more things.
I must have been in such a bad mood, well it was the first day of my monthly visitor (red tide, monthly period) and I get cranky easily. So I told her, I think I have helped you enough. And she said she wanted her letter to be perfect, and I just told her to "DO IT YOURSELF". Maybe I should have said it in a nicer way?
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
As we entered the school, the kids beamed with a smile and said in a chorus "good morning visitors!" These kids seemed so friendly and smart and very well behaved. We were given a tour around the school. There were kids singing songs, playing on the playground, others doodled in their notebooks. Everywhere we went different kids greeted us a good morning. Then out of no where, I had received a different greeting.
One of the little boy's ran towards me from I have no idea where. He grabbed on to my leg and bit me for the longest time. The kid finally released my leg, laughed, and ran off. The teacher apologized for the kid's behavior.
Whe we finally got in touch with the owner, we chit chatted a bit before discussing business. She asked us what we thought about the school. We complimented her on the school. But I also couldn't bite my tongue and told her about my horrible experience with one of the kids. She apologized for Tommy (the vampire kid, who seems to bite everyone!). She also mentioned that her school is for special kids and Tommy was still new to the school.
Oh! Yikes! How could I have not known that this was a school for special kids?! Gosh, I felt like such a jerk for telling her about what happened. All I could say was, "It's alright, I totally understand". When we got back into the car, I pinched my friend for not telling me. She just laughed and rubbed it in.
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Early yesterday morning, a friend of mine and my boyfriend's, died. It was just last year when we met this fellow at a friend's birthday party. But his warmth and friendliness made it feel as though we have known him for years. After that party we hung out with him every now and then whenever he was in town. I can still recall the times when he would invite us for dinner. This guy was much older than we were, so we called him Uncle. Uncle was really business minded and he even asked my boyfriend to become a business partner of his. Aside from being a businessman he was also in politics. He was running for a position in local government. More than a businessman and a political figure, he was a someone's father, someone's husband, and someone's friend. I've closed my eyes countless times since yesterday and the only picture that comes to mind about this guy is his smile and jolly laughter.
He didn't die because he was sick. He didn't die because of an accident. He was AMBUSHED. Bullets rained down on his car. And to make matters worse, he was ambushed early morning while taking his kids to school. His kids were also shot. I heard from a couple people that the kids were in critical condition, others said that the kids are now recovering.
I just don't understand how someone could do that, especially when taking the kids to school. I bet he never got the chance to say goodbye to his kids because he died on the spot. I could only imagine the trauma the kids are suffering from. I have no clue if they already know that their father is dead. I can only imagine the pain that they are going through, and that is something no child should ever witness nor feel.
Unfortunately, I doubt his death will ever find justice. This is pretty common during election season. Political rivals kill just to be on top. And what's sad is that anyone could be a hired killer/hitman. With people who are so poor and willing to do anything, sometimes they are paid just 5000 pesos ($107.89 US DOLLARS) just to do the deed.
What happens when you die? I mean, you cannot bring money, power, clothes, and all the fine things with you when you die.
I still cannot believe that he was ambushed. I have heard of people being ambushed because of politics or business. But I have always just heard about it, read about it. But this time it really hit home, I mean, this time it's really someone I know.
If you guys want to read an article online about what happened please click here.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Hello lovelies! Man, this time last month I was still working on my monthly resolutions (they are much easier to attain as compared to a New Year's Resolution). Anyhow, doesn't time just fly by so darn fast? Goodbye January and hello February love month. Other than Valentine's day, I've been looking forward to another event for the month of February. It's called Project Barbie. So what exactly is Project Barbie? Well basically, bloggers get to dress up according to a specific theme and post pictures of it by a certain deadline. One of my dear lovely, talented blog buddy, Andhari came up with the idea. For more details read it here.
This month's theme is Pink. I love love love pink. So here's some pics of me in pink outfits.
Girl Next Door Barbie
Princess Barbie: This was the gown I had designed ages ago for my 18th birthday. I can't believe this gown still fits me.My parents threw me a huge party for my 18th birthday, it wasn't just any sort of party it was a ball. Ladies were dressed in gowns 18th birthday is very significant in a girl's life, it marks her entrance into womanhood.
Not too long ago the dress I am wearing in this photo was not even a dress. Actually it was a table cloth that my granny used to bring whenever we would go on picnics. That was the cloth that my cousins and I used to sit on.
And now…wala… I had my mom transform this table cloth into a vintage inspired dress.
And the white bolero was actually a school project from years back. We each had a ball of yarn and had to use the crochet techniques that we learned. I was not paying any attention. The only thing I could do with the yarn was start the first crochet strand, but only in a straight line. So I had granny do the rest for me. hehehehehe.. Good thing we didn’t have to make that in school.So till here for now. Take care everyone. I'm looking forward to the next Project Barbie. Ladies, you should join. It'll be fun. =)