a.little.bit.of.cleavage

I'm looking outside my office window and all I see is an angry cloudy sky and a glimpse of the ocean. These two of God's creation match in color today. A streak line that separates the ocean from the sky is hardly recognizable. And I can feel the chill and the wind through people's self-caress and long swift strides. Uh oh I am in love already with this sensation. I wish I can ditch work.. but I couldn't.

So a little bit of revealing for 10 minutes during my lunch break is all I could do. 'Cause I feel like rrranting..

So here goes. Ahmmm..

It hasn't been a year since I got my current job; the only job I have had so far. To tell you the truth I expected more. I expected a delightful atmosphere and a breath taking salary that makes someone drooool.

But only because I lost hope after six months of searching and distributing resumes around every consultancy in town, I humbly accepted it. I ended up here as my last reserve, in the Ministry, with people who think they knew too much and so little did they know.

As of now I am classified as a "trainee", I must go through a year of "training" in their "training pool". I must be circulated from one department to another given that I shall fulfill the practice that they want. A pleasing person that I am, I replied with an "ai ai sir".

I'm not denying that I loved the first couple of months. It was self-absorbing and beneficial and successful yet complicated and tiring. It's never too bad to have such a sweet adorable boss who's been in this business for 30 years. I got to project-manage a lot with him. I remember the tideous meetings we had w/ the consultants for a port infrastructure project. I also remember asking their tea boy for a cuppaccino, but he shyly confessed about not having a clue of what that is. So I surrendered to his regular black coffee. I must confess it was quite good.

I just loved the load and the pressure but mostly the pleasure of meeting those interesting people at the Ministry. I can't wait to be returning to them at the end of 2006 for good! Yeehaa!

After that I encountered two months of hell in Supervision. You don't want to know who I supervised or do you? ;p

Ok.

Workers. I supervised workers.. at a site.. in a middle of a village. I despised it. But mostly I despised the mixed smell of chopped onion and chili and perspired sweat that were stamped onto every single mason. I nearly became blind you know.. (What did i get myself into?)
I tried to hibernate in the portacabon to avoid the smell as much as possible.

Right now, I am stuck with an abnoxious, self-loving architect. I've seen some creative architects. But him, he's something else. His creativity is ancient and rusty. Blocks blocks blocks rearranged in some manner is what I see in his designs.

hehe. architect my lovely ass....

;c)

dig.that.groove.baby

I posted a sample of my friend's music. I think he is a pro. He thinks otherwise. He thinks I'm too nice to critique. But I love his music and that's that.
so guys you be the judge of that. If you like the kind of music that makes you in a jump-up-and down-and-move-all-around mood, play that "Funky Dunky" music!



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crazy.thoughts

i would love to go to a sightseeing safari...



*ignore my senseless behavior*

gone.camping

It's all about camping these days. Although the weather is not that cold. It's quite pleasant might I add! ;c)

Anyway, so Saturday was camping day. I took this oppurtunity as a meditation time for "moi". It would've been me, the infinite desert, the sparkling sky, and a bonfire. It would've been simply amazing.

Well, until the kids' screeching attracted me. Ukhhh. lol.

Despite that, the night started with dad and uncle #1 BBQing seafood and some steaks for those who are fans of neither shrimps nor crabs. I wonder why do guys love shrimps that much! Heeh!

Everyone was having a blast; from my adorable 2 year old cousin Jana to my sister Sara who was and still is walking with crutches (Apparantly soccer did not suit her. Poor old thing!)

Alas, the night ended with some music and lots of dancing!

Hip hip hooray for my twin sis who succeeded in her first ever Salsa dancing with uncle #3.





*Happy National Day*

the.unimaginable.fall

Going out with Chubby Mimi is fun.

She could be funny and flirtatious at times, and clumsy and gawky at other.

She was in the latter mood the last time we went out. Oh! How I wished she wasn't; now that I think about her unimaginable fall, I simply cannot stop laughing! I have a habit you know - laughing considerably! =P

But that night was something... Mimi kept nagging to try this new hip restuarant (as chubby as she is) in town. At least her nagging got her somewhere. So myself, along with my twin sister, looked our best and joined the bunch.

You should know that Mimi has always been a leader - our leader at least (I bet her hubby/my uncle IS the one at home).

She as any other leader, wanted to set an example; so she walked in before us and took several steps until she reached the tip of the tread. Excitingly she asked the waiter, "a table for fouu.....", and for a sudden all I could see was a chubby, fluffy creature tripping, landing on her bumbum and rolling over like a bowling ball. ALL in sloooooow motion.

it was silent for a sec, but I surely felt the staring eyes and the giggles echoing around us.

We, being the "followers", should've been supportive of our "leader" and help her get up.
Instead, one stood there embarrassed and another fled away. I on the other hand chuckled and cackled and chuckled and cackled (yes i know! shame on me!)

Poor old Mimi got up all alone and walked to our table as if nothing happened. Never giving up her supremacy! Heeh!

She's a sport alright!!

the.10'.by.10'.by.30'.cubicle

There are two tiiny elevators in the building where I work at. Around 500 people who work there use them. So what happens when the clock strikes 2:15pm and let's say 400 of us are anxiously waiting to get in, get out, and head on home?

You are about to witness a stampede to be squeeeeezed in the two tiny cubicles.

Luckily I am always one of the first to step in since I'm on the highest floor -the elevators tend to stop there first.

Trying to glue myself in the back corner of the dark gloomy elevator (being invisible for just this 1 minute ride) I cross my fingers and pray to God not to be sandwiched between the fat old man with the breath of a dead mouse and the itchy pregnant lady with a huge appetite of whatever it is.

... 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, G...

Chaching! Finally the metal door slides open...

Welcome heaven!!


I live through that every week day. lol. ;c)

the.newly.weds

Yup.
I am officially a blogger!

Since I'm crippled from head-to-toe and cannot get up from my bed due to last night's pumpin' on my aunt's wedding dance floor, I decided to give blogging a shot.

It's fun to read posts, but I'm sure it'll need a lot of guts from me and a lot of nagging from you guys to keep my "new friend" runnin'.

So my fellow peeps say hi to the girl next door ;P

P.S. Congratz to my wonderful aunt who some how made me start this ;c)