Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Bye, bye birdies!
Visit my new blog: http://kriselisajoanne.livejournal.com
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Sunday, December 10, 2006
I'm moving!
I made the mistake of moving to beta blogger, and unfortunately, the action is irreverisble. Problem is, accessing this site is much more difficult than the regular blogspot site. Since I keep in touch with my friends through blog, I want to make my move as convenient for you as it is for me. I already set up an account with vox - borabliss.vox.com. But only members can comment. Check it out and see if it's accesible to you. If not, I'd appreciate suggestions on where you want to see my blog (livejournal, regular blogspot, etc.)1 Comments
Saturday, December 09, 2006
My highs.
It is a clear indication that your English is deteriorating when 1) you have trouble finding the right word to describe the quality of your English and 2) you say "kasi" in the middle of a sentence while talking to a foreigner. Which is why I've decided to take on more writing assingments and to speak straight English in order to perfect the language I grew up with. Today, I interviewed the president of the Girl Scouts of the Philippines. I think I've found a new mentor in her. Not only is she well-versed, kind and empowered, she also has that motherly touch to her. Melissa mentioned earlier today that she thinks that Madame President was named one of Marie Claire's Women of the Year. I wouldn't be surprised if she were. She's also the President of the Soroptimist Internation of the Americas, an organization whcih advocates women's rights. Their scope is so largely extensive that I think I've found the women's organization I want to beling to. Since the focus of the article is on the GSP, a great revelation came to me. With that in mind, let me urge everyone to get their little sisters to join the club. The GSP is such a formidable force in shaping today's young girls into future leaders that a person with so many issues such as myself vehemently wishes for the clock to turn back to my childhood days so that I could have remained active in the GSP. I would've turned out to be a more confident, self-reliant and truly fearless woman today. (Of course, now I'm learning how to be one with God's help).
Build the proper foundation and you will get an indestructible monument. The GSP takes its members and turns them into well-rounded young ladies. So now, God has opened doors for me. I feel that I am truly embarking on my journey into the NPO/NGO world.
Prior to that meeting, I dropped by Summit to borrow a tape recorder from Frances. Hours later, I stood at the top of the elevator of my favorite hangout, waiting for a friend when a wave of nostalgia overcame me. I realized how much I miss Summit. It truly is a wonderful place to work. The members of the Summit fmily are so secure about themselves as individuals that there is harldy any crab mentality going on. Everyone supports each one's endeavors and applauds their success. Everytime I visit Summit, I receive warm greetings. It is ultimately the most positive environment anyone could ever ask for. I can say that I am truly blessed to have been given the chance to first experience the working world in such a supportive environment.
And as another clear indication of my deteriorating writing skills, I will improperly end this blog with this sentence. I won't even bother to carefully bridge the previous paragraph to a proper conclusion.
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Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Sinning
I want to be on a beach so badly.0 Comments
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
What action does to a 3-month old bum
I am so excited. I finally have something to write about! I’ve had writer’s block for quite some time and it was only recently that I realized why. Simply because I had nothing to write about! Now, I’m bursting to post my first entry to have any sense in a long time. (That poorly constructed sentence is proof that I haven't picked up a pen - or in this case, touched a keyboard - in awhile) But before anything else, check out tomorrow’s (Wednesday, December 6, 2006) issue of 2bu and read the feature on holiday goodies! Zee was kind enough to feature our yummy empanadas, egg tarts and dog clothes (I forwarded more details about this to those who are in my phone book). Ooh, exciting!
Photo and editing by: Cara Gonzalez
I’ve been worrying about work lately, though I know I shouldn’t be. I have to trust Him. I made the decision with the heart to follow His way. But, I still get attacked by the butterflies every once in awhile. It’s taking so long for H to get back to me but I know I have to be patient. As if response to my anxiety, I got called in to two interviews mid last week but I could only make it to the part time job interview. It sounded perfect: work from home, work during your free time, writing articles. But it seemed much harder than I thought. The first part of the test was pretty easy. Confusing, but easy. The second part required us to write an article. Easy enough, some of my former co-workers might say. Especially since I came from a publishing company. But, the instructions commanded me to use 5 particular key words and to use it 10-12x in the whole article. Minimum of 800 words. Easy enough, you might say, yet again. But then you have to use all 5 words in one sentence. Can’t use just three or just two or just four. All five. In one sentence. Then use it 10-12 times within the whole article. Pretty soon, you run out of things to say. You try to figure out how to do just that without sounding repetitive. The girl beside me pointed out how hard the test was because all our lives, we’ve been taught not to use the same word in the same paragraph, much less in one sentence, in every sentence. Suffice to say I walked out of there not expecting a call back.
The other company didn’t grant me my request to re-schedule an appointment. Too bad.
Then, today, I got a call from a former employer. He was kind enough to give me a part-time job back in college, when I really needed the funds to help put my thesis together. He was a real blessing. And he remains to be one. Today, he offered more part-time work. Plus, a window of opportunity which will allow me to try something new and broaden my network of contacts. I am going to join a dodgeball team! Yes, dodgeball like the movie. This is such a big deal for me because I am so antisocial. I like my comfort zone, thank you very much! But I know that I need to start stepping out of that because well, I’m starting to live like a recluse. I love sports but I can’t seem to get enough stamina to rejoin basketball. So something new and exciting might just do the trick. I don’t know anyone from this dodgeball team and practice and games are held in a city I much despise (Makati, ugh!) but hey, live! Right? So there. Whew. I’m still trying to catch my breath – everything is happening so fast. But, you know what, instead of feeling too anxious (yeah, the feeling is still there) there’s a healthy mix of excitement thrown in. I hope it’ll last long enough to get me through tomorrow. Doesn’t seem like a big deal right? It’s just that I’ve been bumming for so long that commitment and activity are now foreign words to me. What a complete turn-a-round from being the workaholic that I was. I remember wishing that humans didn’t need to pee nor eat because it took such a huge chunk of time away from work. Wow. Gee. Now that I think about it, I must’ve been scary to work with back then.
So I’ve been putting off learning how to use Photoshop because every time I try, I can’t seem to get any progress. Must. Try. Harder. It doesn’t help any that this computer is ancient and takes 40 seconds to open a folder or a document (I counted).
Went to SM North Edsa to visit the newly erected “The Block” earlier. I now remember what I want for Christmas:
1. Nine West Zebra print peep toe shoes
2. Top Shop basic tees with dainty cap sleeves.
3. Mini SD memory card (512mb or 1gb)
4. See through polka dotted top from Folded and Hung
5. Better writing skills (haha, I just read L’s blog – actually, skimmed through it – and I absolutely admire her writing style. I also admire Cara’s and Ro’s and Mica’s writing style. I’m quite unhappy with mine, and I know I shouldn’t feel that way because God made me who I am and to be unhappy with that would be criticizing God’s work. But I still really do admire the way other people write. Sometimes I write so babaw.)
6. Lots of books to read
Life is good, God is good.
Which leads me to my next thought. Christianity. Things are so much more different now. I don't resort to taking things into my own hands anymore. I used to be such a control freak that I was determined to get my way, no matter what. And I recently learned that my way is never the best way. There is somebody up there who has laid everything out on the table. It is done. I was thinking, I'd probably be a huge mess right now if I didn't have Him at the center of my life. All this waiting, all the options, the non-options - it would've all just driven me to the brink and crazy. But I'm happier than ever. Spending time with my siblings, loving my friends, enjoying the luxury that is free time, and most of all, embracing my faith. I never would've had the time and the will to do this had I not left my former job. Even if things aren't exactly where I want them to be, I know that I will be in the place where He wants me to be and that's more than I could ever want or need.
Christmas is just around the bend. If last year and the year before that were depressing, dark years, this year sure made up for it. Here's to life!
Postscript: That cute little canine, by the way, is our beloved Max. He's the light of our lives right now and will remain to be for the years to come.
Peeve: Doesn't it slightly bug you when your relative's friends are so rude that they can't seem to utter a proper greeting when they ask to speak with your relative? She never fails to forget her manners.
Kris: Hello?
Caller: Pwede kay ***
Other variations: "Si ***?" "Anjan ba si ***?" or worse, she just utters the name, like so: "***?"
Another peeve: What about when you ride the jeep and there are only two passengers: yourself and another person. You're both sitting near the entrance of the jeep, you've already scooted your butt all the way to the driver to pay your fare and back when she reaches for you and hands her fare, "Bayad po". I mean, seriously. I would never be so rude as to make utos a complete stranger to go and do something as inconvenient as that. But I do anyway. Because I just try to think about what Jesus would do.
We're not perfect. We have day to day struggles. We have frustrations too. And I, of all people, still get stuck on the legalism of it all. But hey, I'm trying. And I think that's what's important. Soon, there will come a time when I won't mind at all if a passenger asks me to go and fetch her her change. But, I might just address that caller and introduce to her (very politely, of course) proper phone etiquette. Sounds fair? Sounds fair to me.
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Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Christmas is just around the bend!
Because I am currently jobless, I have nothing to write about these days. Because I have nothing to write about and being jobless equals no dough, I am going to put down my Christmas Wish List. Then, hopefully, I'll find something to write about.1. Top Shop cap sleeved basic tees
(I can't believe I'm drawing a blank after listing down number 1. What is happening to the world?!?)
2. After much thought, I'm still drawing a blank. Ahh... new books to add to my very very small collection
3. A foot spa
4. New shoes will always be on the list
5. The perfect job
Except for number 5, that list was WEAK!!! My brain has completely turned into mush! The only thing that makes life exciting right now is Max, the doggy I inherited from Ro. He's special. He makes our hearts melt. That and Grey's Anatomy but I'm done with season two now.
What else, what else. Good gosh. I have nothing to write about because my life has been so blah lately. I better end this. Hay.
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Friday, October 06, 2006
Home Sweet Home
It’s been approximately 9 years and 8 months since I left and yet, I still get a fresh pang of nostalgia when I hear a certain song or see items from that time. My heart tightens just a little and breathing gets to be difficult. I’ve tried to maintain contact with them all these years but you get caught up in your world here that sometimes, you forget. Liz Goings came home this year. During one of my busier times so I wasn’t able to take her around or spend much time with her. It was so strange having her in front of me though. It’s been 9 years and 8 months since I’ve seen anyone fromPlay New Edition’s “Still In Love” or All-4-One’s “These Arms” and I’m back in my room at
It’s been so long that now, it seems like it was all just a hazy dream. But then I dig into my huge plastic container full of
That's the Cerritos Public Library where I used to spend hours researching and also where I met my second boyfriend, Daniel. The next photo is of Cerritos Towne Center, where we used to hang out. It's similar to the Promenade the Seventh Heaven kids go to. Then there's the track and cross country team, which I used to belong, the gym I used to spend study period in. Study period because I was excused from P.E. since I was an athlete. That's Jason, I think. My former teammate who now coaches the track and cross-country team at CHS.
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