Finding KJW

At last, I got an update about the whereabouts of kim jae won... hehe... heard he's just done an MV with Taiwanese singer Jolin Tsai...Here's a clip...

Looks like he lost some pounds... got a bit skinnier but cute (for me!) just the same v(^_^)v

Airport bummer

What can I possibly be doing on a Monday afternoon? The usual thing would be finishing some work at my workstation while strongly fighting the urge to snooze even for just a bit. Or I'll be having a late lunch. But today is different.

Today, at 2pm in the afternoon, I am [indian] sitting at the arrival lounge of KL International Airport, luggages in tow while listening to the hubbub of the people scuttling around me. I am watching sweet time pass me by as I immerse myself in a world that I had never seen before. Here, I am alone. I hear people talking but there is just no way to decipher their words; I can't understand them. Here I sit furiously typing at my laptop, thinking what I would do for the rest of the day, kind of feeling hostaged in a foreign land. I am so desperate to go home.
What can possibly g wrong after an unforgettable weekend? I thought by now, my plane would be kissing the Philippine soil already and I'd be back in the comforting sheets of my bed in about two hours. I didn't see it coming. I was so sure everything would be fine. But then...

I missed my morning flight back to Manila. My flight was at 10:20 this morning and I arrived here at the airport at 10am. After all the arrangements and preparations with my transportation, everything felt like it went wrong.

Stories later... Gotta catch the Express Train back to Sentral... haay.

darn.

And though I am friggin' (what does friggin' mean anyway?) annoyed by you...

yup... yup... yup...

Amishu.

Three days and counting...

I've been staying in Malaysia for three days now but I haven't actually been around much. The farthest I got was when I had meetings in the Subang Jaya area where I literally spent my whole day at. I thought I will get lost because I had to take a cab from destination 1 to the Subang Parade mall. I'd say it was some sort of an adventure - being in a foreign land, all by yourself. Sure I have a super nice officemate who makes an effort to drive me to and from my hotel and the office but the point is I want to walk the streets of KL and take lots of pictures and just enjoy the fact that I am really here. It' just so sad, I can't do that now 'coz of work and I don't really wanna ask the favor from the people here. Pfftt..

Tomorrow's another day and it has a promise. I will finally see the Twin Towers... the conference I'll be attending will be held at the Kuala Lumpur Convention Center which is like one fart away or something.. so, yey.

Anyway, I met this guy at the airport on my way here. He's an American or something... not really sure but he's actually nice. Been asking me out to dinner since I got out of the plane. Err... a little off I'd say so no, thanks.

What I'm really excited about this whole KL thing is my weekend. Not because I'd be seeing E for the first time again in months (who am I kidding?hehe) nah, no sh*t, but come weekend, I'll be able to go around without even thinking about work and stuff... and not bothering about wearing office outfit which is so darn a stress! I've only brought a few pairs of clothes... hay.

updates laterz...

Capital Q

and now i pop the dreaded question: how do you know when you're starting to like... i mean really like someone? do you rely on your instincts and go with the roller coaster emotions of loving and hating the feeling at the same time? do you feel awfully stupid whenever you crave the attention that isn't there? do you transform into someone unreasonable and cheesy and unpredictably moody?

is it normal to wish that he'd give you a wave or a smile; a friendly but equally annoying remark that was carefully thought of to amuse the sh*t out of you? is it selfish to want him to smile only for you?

wala. gusto ko lang itanong.

God of wonders

I have, once again, felt God's greatness this morning as I was on my way to work.

The sky was a murderous, pitch-black when I woke up but it was just drizzling. By the time my brother and I went out to go to work, the sky was crying like it never would again. The downpour was so heavy that roads were almost flooded and people waiting for transportation were huddling like babies in sheds and covered corners. As expected, we had the most yet difficult time in finding a cab. Most of the taxi drivers were mean, asking for double fare rates or more while the rest refused to take us in. For fear that my brother, who just got well from a flu, would get drenched, I asked him to stay at that covered spot. I stood by the gutter, waving my arms frantically to every cab passing by, with only one weapon at hand - my little transparent umbrella. I must've looked really pitiful because after about 20 minutes of standing there, seriously looking like I would cry any minute because I'm really drenched and cold and totally afraid of the alternate thunder-lightning-thunder symphony, a cab with a passenger (already!) stopped in front of me. The driver asked if our way was to Ayala because it's his passenger's destination. I said yes at once and we rode the cab - totally soaked and cold. I probably could've thanked him a thousand times and would never get tired of it. I swear I could've seen his wings and halo... I was still thinking if he's some sort of a guardian angel. He made my day. I couldn't thank God enough also for sending him... =)

Workaholism?

I can't remember when did I ever start to become a workaholic. I always see myself as someone who has life beyond the confines of the corporate war zone, but the way I see it now, I am in the middle of it - not caring one bit to get pass through the safety border. I am not enjoying it but it gets me too preoccupied that it makes me forget about my other troubles.

Since the company gave me the 'honor' of granting me my own laptop, I usually find myself immersed at work, this little devil at hand, squeezing thoughts out of my mind. I can't even stand not checking work-related emails during weekends. My unni says this is becoming an addiction - a very bad habit. And what can I say, I totally agree.

It's just that it seems that my work has no clear ending. It's the kind of job that doesn't just rest. When I finish an issue (content developments and all), I have to source [contents] for the next one. Although we have a regular pool of writers, it would need a lot of following-up and sometimes, it's just so tiring. On top of these, we are on a constant lookout for possible contributors, events to sponsor or partner with, potential advertisers - which turns me into a sales and marketing at a snap of a finger! I really didn't imagine myself pleasing the sh*ts out of somebody to win a deal. It's not bad actually; it just isn't me.

I often get bashing from the high and mighty 'ogre; whenever I pose this attitude, flashing on and off on my forehead. He's right when he says that as a team leader, one should be able to take accountability for everything that's been happening within the group. Entonces, excuses, reasoning or whatever-you-call-it are deemed unacceptable.

Okay.

As I often tell my friend Chinchin, I am probably 'crossing-over' from a perpetually-disoriented-and-disgruntled-employee to a someone who has finally saw things from beyond that borderline. In other words, thinking responsibly. But this doesn't necessarily translate to acting like a total stuck up, arrogant, money-eyed tyrant who thinks psyching out people and making their lives miserable would make himself better than the others. That is, generally speaking. =)

Rainy Days on Wednesdays...

Surprise... surprise!

Our company was kind enough to let everybody take a rest for the day - announcing early this morning that work was canceled because of the heavy downpour. I mean I could never be thankful that the good Bathala has finally answered our prayers and quenched this very very dry (and thirsty) land with a taste of nourishment. Rainy season was suppose to start more than a month ago but all we got was this abnormal weather play of alternate sunny and rainy and humid, which actually pose a great threat to our usually healthy lives.

My peaceful slumber was rudely interrupted by the harsh hammering of torrential raindrops on the rooftop. It sounded as if someone was banging the door in panic; it wasn't really nice. And so I slept some more until my mom woke me up for work. Then I read Sheryl and Wayne's kind announcement through text messages that hoorahhh, we have no work today!

Then I remembered, I've got tons to finish... darn... good thing I brought my laptop home with me... *sigh* the downsides of it *sigh*

Loving Colbie!

I was browsing for some lyrics in the net when I came across a song by Colbie Caillat entitled 'Bubbly'. I fell in love with the song at once and so I Limewired more of her songs... since then, she's playing non-stop in my iTunes =)

This is a very nice duet from Colbie and Jason Reeves... "Droplets"

When you're gone

Cute yet sad song...


Avril Lavigne When You're Gone Lyrics

A weird coincidence

This is just a weird thought that I just couldn't shun off my mind.

I started reading (for the 3rd time) Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince last night to refresh my memory about some things mentioned in the Deathly Hollows. The first chapter was about the conversation of the Minister of Magic and the Prime Minister of Britain about some nasty disasters and crimes that have been happening to the muggle world, which in truth was the work of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named (according to Fudge). But anyway, it mentioned a bridge collapsing, a series of murders and an explosion.

This morning, as I was watching the Today Show, I was so shocked to see the news about the Minneapolis Bridge Collapse which happened Wednesday evening. It's just so chilling how it was described in the book, something like "50 or so vehicles came falling down the river" then in the news, "Dozens of cars plummeted more than 60 feet into the Mississippi River, some falling on top of one of another."

It just probably shocked me that a fictional accident that I have just read actually happened in real life, killing four and leaving some 20 people still missing. It is just so horrible how mere words inscribed in a fantasy literature were now posted in eNews and printed in dailies. I am not saying that the book was some sort of a prediction or something because it is crazy. It was a mere coincidence and no more than that. The reality of it just hits me hard.

Anyway...

I was so upset yesterday; I cried for the first time in months. It just felt like all my hardwork has been thrown in the trash bin yet again. I felt so sick and not myself. It was like being in the midst of a dark room. I was so so sad.

Never mind the details. I recover fast anyway. (^_^) Aza... aza... FIGHTING (pa din)!!! And to the schmuck who makes my life miserable (without the littlest clue whatsoever) I don't hate you... I hate it that you can't appreciate me. I hate it that I love my job more than ever. Soon, you will really really hate me 'coz I wouldn't be that loser that you want me to be.

Jay Chou (Now and then)

Jay Chou THEN... (Jian Dan Ai Video)... like five years or so ago...



Jay Chou NOW... (Ke Ai Nu Ren Video)... not really now-now but like a year or two ago...