Getting the hang of it

January 21, 2006

Declog the mind I have to declog my mind. All I seem to be thinking about the entire week is him. I wish I had a Pensieve like Dumbledore to stop myself from being sickened like this. It feels like I’ve been poisoned of some sort and everytime my consciousness gets back in the morning, the first thing I think about is him. Thank God this disease has not become full-fledged that I can still manage to not think of him before I go to sleep, if that is anything to be thankful for at all. The only remedy I can prescribe is to become busy with important things. But time does not seem to be cooperating as I have nothing to be busy about. I’ve already done my “homework” and all I have to do now is wait. Of course this is no reason to be alarmed because I know exactly what’s happening to me. It would be safer to say though, that this is not the stage where I’ve lost control over myself. I am so used to controlling my emotions especially when I know it will lead to nothing. Of course I have been wrong once, because of my pessimism I lost the only opportunity that could have made me really happy after a long, long time but I only had to cry an entire day for that. And keep on wondering what could have happened if I grabbed the chance… Oh well, the point is I survived. I survived even the loss of a possibility for a happy ending, I will survive the loss of opportunities for those I know will end in despair. How therapeutic writing is. Now I can sleep.

January 17, 2006 Lost

What the hell is the matter with me? I can’t stop thinking about the same person since yesterday. Maybe I really should get something to be busy on, like a new hobby…. Oh yuck! Or I should probably take jobhunting to a new and more aggressive level. Dammit! I just know one thing—I really should get myself busy. Of course there’s not much danger in lingering on thoughts about him, so long as nobody else knows… but this thing is getting bit alarming especially that it takes a lot before I become something short of infatuated. In fact this is precisely the beginning of…no! The last time I tried to get myself into the same situation, I almost got into a really deep sh*t. Which was probably good because it knocked sense out of me. I refuse to play with fire! I will not be branded rotten in this life or the next! No, never!!!! This has got to stop. Anyway, I’m back to where I was months ago. Clueless on what to do with my life yet again. Although this time I will turn my back on depression because it affects me, and how I treat the people around me. It has got to a point when I’d teach myself not to invest in new friendships because all of them will go away anyway. It’s something I’m really not proud to admit. I will now live in the present and not waste my life away thinking about the future especially that I really can’t do anything to make it less hazy and more precise. That is my resolution for the year 2006. It has done me wonders emotionally and I intend to keep it. Especially that all I can do right now is act and just grab every opportunity that opens its doors to me. I can’t plan from hereon. It’s not that I got tired, it’s just that there is no way for me to be able to foresee anything at all. There are so many fields I can go into that I don’t know which one to choose because I’m not sure what will make me truly happy. Although I’ve discovered one major thing that I’ll risk so much for—I want to see the world. That is all I know. December 23, 2005, New Adventure? Opportunity has now presented itself. I am determined not to let go of this one and I can feel that it’s almost in the bag. I am excited, and at the same time afraid of starting a new life, a new adventure. This time, it’ll all be bigger though I have no way of foretelling if this one’s going to be even grander than my college adventure (and hopefully it is). I can already feel that it won’t be long ‘til I get in on another rollercoaster of a ride leaving my already comfortable life and environmentally-well-adjusted self to work for another country. I don’t know what is driving me to get out of here. If I really think about it, there is no pressing reason why I should. I am already financially able to support myself, and I know that my education will not fail to at least afford me a decent life, and with a bit of luck, I might even get rich. I have a loving family including all of my relatives who have been my second family in this city I’ll never call my home, and I have friends I never thought I’d have–all courtesy of My Boss. By my standards, I’d call my life blessed. Sometimes I think it’s plainly because of the pull of money, maybe because I want to escape from economic holocaust that this country is about to suffer. Other times I think that I want to be seen as successful. And where I come from, the measure of success depends on how far you’ve gone from your hometown. But for the most part, I think that I just can’t be content on wondering what things lie on other parts of the planet. I’m sure that if I’ve had my share of youth I will be over these things, but until then, I will continue to explore. For better or for worse, I will see the world. And when I die, the story they will tell of me is one of an adventure.

November 26, 2006 Getting the hang of it

In the company of techies all day long, I have noticed that I’m slowly morphing into something that laughs at conversations technical in nature. Yes, I am getting the hang of my job, and I can now confidently resolve a considerable scope of DSL issues. Although I am waaaay far from being able to call myself techie, and I have no intentions of becoming so, it’s rewarding that my efforts and my determination not to resign because I don’t know enough has paid off. Of course I have been frustrated so many times before and even until now, on some days. But unlike before that the reason I think twice about reporting for duty is that I might not be able to resolve an issue (and my communication skills go down the drain little by little when I’m not confident of what I’m saying), now I think about my safety when I go out of the house at 3am and technically walk the notorious streets of the city to find myself a cab. Oh and of course I also think twice about going to work especially when I’m still really really sleepy, or when my muscles ache so much, or when I do not want to take a bath so early in the morning. I don’t know which one is harder– to worry about whether or not you can carry out your job, or to worry about your safety– but I do know that it feels a lot better now that I know what to do. I remember our product-specific training, I was just about as close to clueless on what to do. And I must admit that our trainer wasn’t really helping much when I ask questions about the things we’ve discussed. And to think I muster up a considerable amount of courage just so I can ask questions and attempt to clear issues out. I believe that there are 2 worst feelings in the world– to be lied to by someone you really trust, and to look stupid in front of everybody. And I do not want to people to think I’m stupid because 1. I am not stupid and 2. I am not stupid. I remember when I was in my 3rd year, in my Tourism Development Planning subject, We had a report which I knew little about. It was an advance course, in fact there were only 3 third years taking it. Of course I did my part for that report but my 2 groupmates who volunteered to report on the matter were both absent on the day of the oral presentation. Needless to say, it was a catastrophe. I felt like my classmates thought we had no idea about what we were talking about which was just absolutely embarrassing. They must have thought we were stupid. And I never ever ever want to feel that way again. Of course my wavemates were very supportive and they were really considerate that many of us were not good at computers, and that I only knew the very basic of a few programs. Which makes me wonder why I was assigned to a technical program when I only applied for customer service program and I am so sure that I did not pass the technical part of the written exam. I’m again suspecting that they gave my alma mater the credit that’s why I landed here. If it hadn’t been fun in training, I don’t think I would’ve lasted long. Right now there are only 3 girls left from my wave, including me. All the others have resigned or just left without notice. I think that I am going to keep this job as long as I don’t find another that would give my resume a good boost for the firms I want to work for in the future. Which of course I’m sure is a long way from now. I really would have wanted to have a straight and defined career path, I mean I would have wanted that the jobs I work would push me nearer to where I want to get but right now, it seems that it’s a difficult thing to have especially that those kinds of jobs don’t really pay much. Of course I haven’t been looking around much. Perhaps I just need an inspiration to look harder although right now, I have no idea what can inspire me. Gheez! Why do I start to get the idea that my destiny is not something I should search for? OMG. I should NOT think this way. The mold of a man’s fortune is in his own hands….the mold of a man’s fortune is in his own hands….the mold of a man’s fortune is in his own hands….the mold of a man’s fortune is in his own hands….the mold of a man’s fortune is in his own hands… okay. Maybe I’m just taking a breather. Yeah, I am just taking a breather..

Breakdown and Cry

May 24, 2006 krissything 

Two employments later, this is me… Last Sunday I suffered from breakdown. I could not stop myself from crying and all of a sudden all my problems, big and small started surfacing in my brain. It was almost three in the afternoon and I was taking a nap after my Sunday Service and a congee meal, the only thing I can eat after the monthly adjustments of my braces. I was half asleep when Vivi, my sister informed me she was leaving and was going to spend the night in her classmate’s house for a group study.Their exams were to be held the next day and she did not know how to compute equations by herself. The thought of me being alone for the night brought me into a state of alarm that even though my eyes were still closed, my heart was racing. I did not want to be by myself that day. I was asking my sister questions to keep her from going but she really had to leave. Just when she closed the door, I tried to sleep and just forget about it. It took about a minute before I started crying. I sat up in my bed and cried uncontrollably. I cried so hard I almost vomitted. I couldn’t understand why, there wasn’t one specific reason but I felt so heavy inside. Then my face was starting to get numb. Soon my head was starting to get numb too and it was spreading into my arms and my upper body. At some point, I found it hard to breathe. When I tried to calm myself down, the numbing only gets worse as if somebody was holding my head and pressing it against his hands. I realized I was hyperventilating (I suffered the same thing once back in High School). I couldn’t slow down my breathing to a normal pace because there was nobody around to pattern my breathing with. I wanted to call my Mom and just when I picked up the phone, it started ringing. Jeff was calling. I was so relieved to see his name flashing in my phone and to hear the ringtone that plays when he calls. But I still couldn’t stop crying hysterically. I’m vaguely sure he found me weird but I’m certain he was really worried. I don’t know if what I was saying then was audible at all. He told me he was in Pampanga so I realized I had to call someone else fast or else I’d faint. I called Vivi and she was starting to panic too, but she can’t go home because she’ll fail the exams if she spent the night studying alone. I realized I had no one else to call so I just sat there still crying. I called up my Mom but since she’s away, she couldn’t really do anything. It was incredible how fast Jeff got back to Manila, and he told me he’d go with me to see a doctor right away. I was so relieved.

I didn’t realize how emotional I am until now. I know that my problems are no bigger than most people’s, but they affect me so much. Especially when it concerns my future. I’m always afraid that I might be a weakling career-wise because I give up when the going gets tough. I haven’t really resolved this issue within myself but I trust my parents when they say it’s too much. I have no choice but to believe them because I can’t bear with my work anymore. I find so little satisfaction in all the hard work and long hours I spend working.

I also realized that I have been so overworked that my well-being is already sacrificed.

And I realized that I have been denying myself the happiness I feel when I’m with Jeff for a really long time. Or at least for longer than I can bear. And I can only take so much. Tomorrow I’ll be filing my resignation.

Gotten back home

June 14, 2006 krissything 

Today is June 14 and I’m a little more than a week here in my hometown. I’ve gotten back on the afternoon of my birthday and all I’ve done so far is to eat and sleep. The only highlight of my stay is probably meeting up with Sheryl and Lab last Thursday, play badminton with my brother over the weekend, meeting up with Tang and Sydney last Saturday, and getting medical examinations this afternoon. I’ve gained some weight, and my appetite’s back. Two weeks ago, I could not finish half of my food every single meal. And I only ate one decent meal, and some snack per day which is the reason for my skinny frame. Well, at least the skinniest I’ve been since the depression days of my first year college. I’m still a bit afraid of experiencing the hyperventilation thing in case I get depressed again, although I’ve resolved it so far by the new motto I’d like to live by and that is, “Do not take life too seriously”. It helps. I’ve considered taking the antidepressant medication that was given to me by the doctor, or at least keeping some at hand in case something happens. Sigh. I don’t know what’s happening to me really. I know I have a lot to be happy about but somehow I’m not. Maybe I’m not fit for life. What am I suggesting??? Or maybe all people go through this stage, it’s just that I’ve taken it too seriously… Whatever. If I start to think up of reasons for my state, that would simply prove I’m taking it all too seriously again, which I promised myself I will no longer do.

Anyway, I’m about to take on a freelance writing job for the Living Asia Channel. Stop. I will not talk about my career because I might get depressed. I will talk about nonsense just so I could have something else to think about. I can’t think of anything.

Vindicated

June 15, 2006 krissything 

Dianne has just called me and informed me she resigned today. I could not believe I’d hear it too soon—just 22 days after I submitted my own resignation letter. The poor girl has just had it already. Frankly, I found her the most hardworking of the lot back at IPS (a hotel in, clamoring for sales but so completely problematic internally). I never expected she’d snap this soon although I was already wondering weeks ago how she was going to manage the job that she already had, which should really be done by three people, including the job that I left behind. In all, she performs the duties of a Banquet Coordinator, Banquet Sales Executive if there is such a thing as she also goes on sales calls to restaurants to promote the hotel, and Sales Executive for corporate accounts. And all these she handles while being on call in case somebody was inquiring for a wedding back at the hotel. MG. I know I can’t really complain about what I had to suffer because I am fully aware that she has been suffering far more than I did back when I was still an employee of that highly disorganized hotel but I will, only I saved my litanies for later. Disorganized of course is an absolute understatement for that hotel. It is a total ruckus which does not deserve good people. Now I completely feel that my decision, or should I say my parents’ decision is absolutely correct. I feel so validated because now I know that no hardworking person could ever stand the amount of work they want us to perform basically because the duties thrown at us are intended for at least two persons. I do not complain about the Head of the Department because she herself knows that we are understaffed but the owners do not want to add more personnel because of the cost so she has no choice but to squeeze out every ounce of energy and creativity from each and every one of the people in the department—which has turned her into a slave driver, which she openly admits. Everybody is getting sick physically and emotionally as a result. And somebody, if not everybody gets reprimanded for every little mistake as if we were kids every freaking day which takes about two hours. I am just so unfortunate that I accepted a job from that terrible organization. I could have made better use of the four months I spent as a slave. Of course it’s another story for my direct supervisor who does not even know how to spell correctly let alone understand complex sentences, a completely dull conversationalist in front of highly intellectual people which is just embarrassing. And she is also unfair. She can defy all the rules the company has and get away with it because she always has her ass covered by the Director. She can make only 2 sales call out of the required 12 and brag about it because of the hypothetical amount of information she gathered from “large companies”. She can leave the office without an itinerary while we all have to produce 60 companies per week. Of course I didn’t follow every single rule they had because that wouldn’t really be me would it? I didn’t go to all 12 companies, heck let alone follow my itinerary for the day. That’s for dimwits. When you are in sales, it does not matter how many sales call you make as long as you bring in the money. That is the only determining factor for one’s efficiency. I have friends in five-star hotels who tell me their co-workers make about 2 sales call in a week but have always reached their quotas. The mark of a hotel sales person is a big bag, mine I stuff with all our pathetic collaterals, while Rose’s co-workers’ are filled with stuff from shopping the entire day. There were days I spent catching some zzz’s, others I spent with Jeff, just eating out, watching movies. But those days are by far outnumbered by the days I spent walking the streets of Quezon City in three-inch heels under the sweltering heat of the sun, wearing hideously full make up in my itching face looking for business. And the nights I spent making those ugly fact sheet and brochures! They drove me nuts because the Director had a different idea from that of the GM’s and they constantly had it changed as if pictures from the archives were nearly enough. I hope they find something wrong with them and never get to print them out. Let’s see who they can bully to edit those jpeg files that I made. Not one person in the hotel nearly has an idea of how to edit pictures using Photoshop. I don’t claim to know much about that software but the little I know is a lot to all of them which is outrageous. The bosses boast of the staff that graduating from computer-related courses yet you’d be surprised to know that the un-techie me knows more about practical use of computers than they do! Pa-the-tic. Absolutely pathetic. And to think I’ve complained about myself being a computer dimwit repeatedly. Ugh!!! How could I have been so unfortunate to fall in that hotel! I know all organizations have their flaws but that hotel is a total flaw, a complete mistake! Well, at least now I don’t feel like such a weakling because I gave up that job (upon the urging of my parents). I think I’m ready to take on a new job when I get back to because I now know I wasn’t wrong. Dianne was the only colleague I respected because of her intelligence and hard work. Now my anxiety can be put to rest. Thank God. All the rest who’ve been left at that hotel, well they can all rot there. 

It's only words

July 5, 2006

I’ve just gotten home from a long and tiring day of lectures and research. I feel like a student once again! Yeah! Right now my muscles feel like they’re shaking, I’m not sure if they actually are but I still feel like writing. My morning was spent at Philamlife East Sector for training. In the later hours of daytime, the hot, hot weather was absolutely uncooperative in my quest for the references for the assignment Sir Dick gave me. I managed to find a few sources for my script but the National Library renders itself almost useless in providing information for very specific research because the theses I needed were from around forty years ago and they no longer have them.

Mostly, the highlight of my day was that my best friend and I finally met after a rollercoaster 5 months. The last time we saw each other was when she was just getting started with her job at Westin. In the span of time that we didn’t see each other, I got a job, worked my ass off, got sick and tired (literally), and left. And now she’s experienced the same thing. Well, at least up to the point where she worked her ass off. Both of our love lives also evolved drastically during the entire period. Hers was in continuous descent, mine went uphill with events. She was telling me how detached she already was with her current beau, in fact I’m sure she didn’t love him anymore—well not the way she used to. And I can’t blame her. Non-appearance for a very long time and difference of wavelengths are very reasonable grounds for ardoral drift. Such a shame because he was a genuinely good person. Of course Sarah is too. But she used to always complain about him never being vocal about his love (even though she felt it). I think verbal reassurance of one’s love is really important in a relationship. Even though they are simply words, they can give life to any relationship, even resuscitate dying ones. Of course you have to couple them with action or else they’re meaningless. In my case, it built a kind of security that no threat to the relationship, real or imagined, had ever really built a stronghold in my heart. I wish I could feel that way again. I know for a fact that men aren’t really vocal about their emotions, maybe because it’s not a macho thing to do. There were a few times in my life that I missed the opportunity with being someone who loved me because they didn’t say the magic words—or when they said it, I was resolute that there really was nothing special and had moved on. I cannot just assume. I guess in that aspect there is a Maria Clara in me. Then again there are others who make bola all the time. Women know when comments are genuine. I know I do. I just hope the person I love will always reassure me because I can easily feel insignificant and neglected. Anyway, our catching up is encouraging because the ideals that we had back in college were reiterated, and unlike what the world seems to say, we are not the problem. We are simply different and we will change the world, one workplace at a time. I really wish I had these kinds of people to talk to everyday. How I miss UP and the fantasy world that it is. Where I can be free from the judgmental opinions, the limiting rules, the superficial society that is the real world.

The Axe Effect

October 13, 2006 krissything 

OMG. Everybody has started to notice I have a thing for Andrew. I don’t know how Pong was able to decipher it! And he goes on teasing me that I thought Andrew smelled so good, along with Gracielle! And Pong has the loudest voice ever, MG!! This is sooo embarrassing! Do you know what our cheer was this morning? “Andrew ang bango bango mo sabi ni Kristine!” I could have just died right then and there. Good thing they were staying in the other room but still he might have heard…Huhuhu! Why do I have to undergo this kind of embarrassment?… I am too old for this! How will I ever be able to smile back at him without anybody noticing now??? I mean when he smiles at me, how am I ever gonna be able to smile comfortably when I know a lot of people are watching? And he’s so friendly pa naman!

Pong might have heard me tell Raffy about it or maybe he was able to tell from our conversation. I can’t believe how totally transparent I am when he’s around. Leslie even saw the look in my face when at smiled me! Good thing she’s the silent type and has no inclination to join Pong and Gracielle’s bandwagon. I guess I just can’t help but smile back when he flashes his pearly whites. He’s so friendly, he even greets us “good morning” everytime we meet at the corridors! And hello, who am I? And who is he? When I took the elevator with him once and we got off on the same floor, he made small talk on our way to the office. And he even opened the door for me. Most guys DO NOT know the powerful effect of small and genuinely friendly gestures, especially when you’re barely acquaintances. Or they are simply ignorant of the fact that it pays to be a gentleman. And Andrew’s so smart! Well at least that’s how I see him and I don’t think he’d be where he is if he wasn’t and I can tell from the “small talk” that we had. Hahahaha! And he just smells sooo good…. You know when you’ve had a stressful day and somebody leaves a fragrance so fresh and clean and masculine that you can’t help but try to capture some for your nostrils…Ahh..The Axe Effect. Only it would have been nice if you can just indulge your sense of smell in peace.

Blogging gets me into trouble

December 17, 2006 krissything 

Blogging seems to get me into trouble no matter how careful I am not to mention names, dates and other details that are supposed to be kept in secrecy. And that is exactly why I am going to stop this. No matter how much I love blogging it has to come to and end… Some good things never last I guess…

I can't think of a title

June 24, 2007 krissything 

Been ages since I last blogged. Although I vowed never to again, I probably simply just can’t. I’m waiting for my brother to get done with his assignments inside this cubicle of a computer shop with no story to tell, just heartaches to feel. But then I can’t write about them now. Not anymore.. I just realized I don’t have anything to say. I just want to practice my typing skills and maybe thoughts will flow into my head. I’m like this. Nah, I can’t even sort out my life to even write something cohesive and understandable. Or maybe it’s because my eyes are swollen because of crying again. Not that my life is really miserable. I just don’t know what exactly to do with it. Today was like the 2nd Sunday for the Leadership Classes I took at Church, and for once, I was really able to think of Missionary work as something applicable to me. Since I don’t really know precisely what to do with my life anyway. I mean I feel like it’s okay if I get married or not, feel like it’s okay to get rich although it would probably be better to just have enough..(Although we’re told at Church that God wants to bless us abundantly so that we can be a blessing to others). I don’t know. I just seem to be okay with the thought that I will not be lacking or wanting If I just walk with Him. Not like before I guess. Well I really enrolled to know God more, that was the primary motive. Coz I seem to be stagnant in my walk of faith with Him. I know there’s no other way to live and it’s in church I realized everything should be studied, searched for. Soon I know I’ll find my way. It’ll be a lifetime probably though before I know what I was really cut out for. Some people think that when you declare something that has to do with spirituality, it feels  awkward. Well  I used to feel exactly that until …right this very minute.  Hmmm… Hindi pala..Weird..  Not that this really is something spiritual. Well anyway my login ends in about 3mins so I gotta go.

25 Scribblings about me

February 15, 2009 krissything 

1. My faith in a romantic love that will last me my whole life since finding him is still very much intact, even with everything I’ve been through. No, you can’t make me snap out of it.
2. My fairy tale would be to travel the world with that one person—oh and to go hot air balloon with him too.
3. I loooove the beaches here in the country. I have been to Boracay, Puerto Galera, Coron, Anawangin, Camiguin, Dakak, Samal Island and several other beaches in the archipelago. My other must-visit beaches are the ones from Cebu or those in the Visayas, and in Hundred Islands. (Here I come!)
4. I always wanted to be mother majorette in high school, hahaha!
5. I often wish that my family, including my aunts and uncles and cousins, would not mind me so much during gatherings anymore because I feel like I get too much attention.
6. I seem like a happy person, but a doctor prescribed an antidepressant for me once. I never took it though because I thought I couldn’t possibly be on a similar plane with Britney Spears.
7. I am not a techie person and I do not have the patience to follow instructions. I might have a problem with authority.
8. I am currently loving Michelle’s Choco Pyramid and I am craving it everyday that I am in Bataan.
9. I wore braces for 6 frigging years, and I absolutely despise my dentist for making it stick in my mouth for that long.
10. I absolutely adore bargains and I have some shirts that are worth P50 from Divisoria, but you’ll never be able to guess.. Oh, I found out how to get to Divisoria because my dentist’s clinic is in Binondo, and every month for 6 years, I was there. The price I had to pay for beauty.
11. I love looking at glossy fashion and entertainment magazines, and I could stare at them til my eyes hurt. I rarely read any of the text content save for the photo labels.
12. I believe that the essence of a man and a woman is the same—to live their lives for God whatever role they may be playing, to seek Him in this life, obey and understand how it is to love Him.
13. I liked The Notebook so much more than Titanic. The first time I watched the latter was in a moviehouse back in my hometown where the sound system was so poor and you cannot make anything out of what any of the characters were saying.
14. I always wanted to be a travel journalist. When Living Asia’s managing editor called me up, I was utterly blissful that they gave me a chance. The piece I submitted was a Friendster blog entry I had about my fascination for the teleserye “Encantadia”. I was obsessed with it.
15. I’d always been mediocre. The only one time I wasn’t was when I fell in love for the first time. I think I’ve told everybody that, or something to that effect. And I’ll gladly tell my grandchildren about it.
16. I had a hard time getting over Nicole Kidman’s collagen lip injection to look like Angelina Jolie. She’s Nicole Kidman for crying out loud—the queen of Hollywood! When I saw her ad for Omega, I thought, now I totally understand why Gretchen had to have hers done too.
17. My family lived in a haunted house for seven long years before we felt something and had to move out. It was triggered by our house help getting possessed by a dwarf she was friends with that followed her from the riverbanks of some forgotten town in North Cotabato.
18. In relation to that, my sister had to wrestle a possessed helper that we brought to Manila. Yeah, we occasionally have these kinds of domestic situations.
19. My sister and I used to wrestle until 2am trying to tickle each other. When she got bigger than I was, I never picked on her anymore.
20. I used to be Daddy’s girl.
21. I love reading the Bible because God speaks to me through it, in everyday situations even in things that I think are mundane. There is this general idea that the Bible is hard to understand, and to some extent I agree. Which is why one will need a study group or just a Sunday church service to understand them more. But when you badly need an answer, it will be there.
22. I agree with Ria, that if Usher will ever make up his mind to do a concert here in the Philippines, I’ll only watch it with the Bliss Girls. Maybe even yearssss later, we’d be on our feet and screaming at the top of our lungs with our little ones tugging on our sexiest little outfits, waving wildly at the R&B prodigy while our husbands watch us with dirty looks of disapproval.
23. I am the Spice Girls’ biggest ex-fan.
24. I am a sucker for beauty home remedies and once in high school, I put pure honey on my face and tried not to move my head while sleeping. I was actually able to sleep with it on but my pillow was covered in transparent yellow goo the next day. It was on my hair, my clothes, everywhere. The only way you can make me do that again is to pay me 1million pesos.
25. I love a good scent. The scent of Zen Zest aromatic oil tangerine, Lanvin Eclat, Paris Hilton, Anna Sui Secret Wish, jasmine, and all things fruity floral. A fresh-scent men’s cologne worn by some random guy in a Toki jeepney after a really tiring day gets me energized.