Tuesday, September 26, 2006
So, I’ve been more bright-eyed than I’ve been for weeks now. It’s such a breath of fresh air to be able to just kick back and do things at a slower pace than what you’re used to. Take, for example, the Gigantic Fantastic project we started. We were snapping away for HOURS, unmindful of the time. There was nowhere to rush to, nothing urgent to be attended to and you know what? It is such a huge relief. Going back to that bit about roaming around my house, I haven’t done that since the summer after second year college. That was the last “unbusy” time of my life. When you had the time to take in the quietness of the house, breathe in the damp smell rain brings in and just stare at the remoteness of it all. I still can’t believe I’m here, in this house, with nothing to do. I can’t get enough of it.
This time last year, I saw the world through different eyes. Depressed, lonely, broken eyes. Also, this time last year, we were in Boracay with the old Media Relations team. It was the last time things would be the same. Mica, coincidentally, is in Boracay now. With much excitement, I rang her up. I’ve always found awe in things like that. Not ringing her up, silly, but me being in one part of the country, and her, being in the paradise I love most. On the exact same day, minute, second. We’re breathing in the same air, standing on the same soil, surrounded by the same skies. And yet, we’re miles apart. I liken it a bit to morphing, if you will. Through that phone call, maybe hearing the waves if I listen hard enough, if I close my eyes I can almost feel the sand beneath my feet, the wind blowing through my hair, the salt water reaching out to touch me. Ah, bliss. And Mica is in Bliss Land. Now if only she had 3G so that I can get more of the Bora feel. Ah, how desperate of me. Bora does that to me. It makes me yearn for it 24 hours, 7 days a week, 4 weeks a month, 12 months a year.
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Sunday, September 24, 2006
Gigantic Fantastic
Supersized! We have a new hobby. It started one night while hangin out with the doggies. Just a way to make the evening livelier. Tonight, we were so bored that we had a field day and expanded the idea into a new project Cara dubbed "Gigantic Fantastic". (Photoshop not used here. Just real live junk we had lying around in the room)
One venti Cara-mel Frapp to go!
"So hungry I could eat my ate!"
There was an old lady who lived in a shoe. This beats the wooden shoe in Marikina
Hidden Mickey?
Gone with the wind
Ethnic love
Channel Surfing
Baby Craig celebrated his first birthday today! What a sweetie! I just might consider motherhood if my baby turns out to be as cute as him!
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Three-week old bum
It's been exactly three weeks since my last working day. Why am I counting anyway? I've been dreaming about my career almost everyday since I stopped working. Must life be this complicated. Will I ever wake up and find everything sunny again? It seems that I've grown accustomed (and quite comfortable, bordering on dependent) to gloom. Maybe it has something to do with what Mica said about happiness equating to just the same amount of sadness. I want to wake up and have the urge to shout "It's a GLORIOUS day!" To step out, turn my face to the sun and enjoy the warmth. But, I can't. Everytime I try and do so, this dreaded feeling starts nagging at me. Reminding me about my woes. Even the small ones become magnified.This Sunday to Tuesday morning, I stayed with Ro in Laguna. And for a moment, I forgot about my worries. We spent the whole weekend watching the second season of Grey's Anatomy, snuggled up in her cold room. She also treated me to a mega relaxing massage. I fell asleep right away.
I find myself staring into space more often. I sit in my room and just ponder about my life. Where it's headed. What I really want to do. Ahh.. quarter-life crisis. I'm hoping for some good news. I hope to find myself an NGO soon. Something to push over some recent developments. I'm so happy that for once, they were fair to them. Because they weren't fair to me. I don't want to get into it here. I just need to get over it.
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Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Here's a mouthful
I know so many people who claim that they are exactly in the place they want to be right now. I know I only need to be patient and I will get there also. Sometimes, I wonder if I made the right decision. Leaving
Take
So now, with that WV gone (and I now completely understand why it was taken from me. The Lord has shown me and has pulled me out of…well, I can’t say it but those who are close to me know… ), I do not know where to go. Money is running low (ang lakas rin kasi ng loob ko gumastos ng gumastos eh) and I have no idea which NGO to go to, or even which job to apply for. HR? PR? Ahh…the quintessential quarter-life crisis. I’m quite envious of people who entered college knowing what they wanted to do. My sister is taking up fine arts and I know this is what she’s passionate about. Mama Jo loooooooooveees cooking and that’s probably what she’ll be doing the rest of her life. And I already talked about
I, on the other hand, want to be a Psychiatrist, an NGO officer, a writer. Hay, naku. Nakakainis talaga.
On to brighter things. I was an honorary Media Relations member yesterday at the Bachelor Bash. It went well. Very organized. Good job Liz, Grid, Mica and Melissa. Hmm… it did seem though that sometimes, you’re only as good as the job you hold. To some people anyway. Most of the press people were still very friendly towards me, although I had nothing to offer them since I am no longer with
Ro made a very good point about this. That we never know what people deal with everyday. And this may be the reason why they act the way they do towards us. That it may not be personal and that I should learn not to take offense. But you know what? I did. But because Ro is a very good mentor and she always makes sense, I will work on overcoming being overly sensitive.
Next. Insecurities. They really do kill. I am a person with sooo many issues. It’s sickening.
Happy thoughts. My Globe application was approved! On the application form, it asked for the cellular numbers I preferred. I tried ringing all just now and discovered that they’ve all been taken. Boo. I really wanted 0917-800KRIS (As Mica suggested) or 0917-8008881 (My birthday). Oh well.
I should stop rambling. And get on with life.
Oh yeah. I really really really miss the PR team. No more people to make manyak. Boo.
Word of the moment. Tite. Tite tite tite tite tite. Before this is misconstrued, Len is like my twin sister. We’re the same height, have the same build and Ate EunESS says we even act alike. So, I wanted to call her Twin. But, I already call Cris Twin. So I thought I’d call us the
Hamkam? Karamkam. Hamkam karamkam. Plech Fft. Pechibedebebooboo.
Oh gwash. I really need to be more productive.
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I know so many people who claim that they are exactly in the place they want to be right now. I know I only need to be patient and I will get there also. Sometimes, I wonder if I made the right decision. Leaving
Take
So now, with that WV gone (and I now completely understand why it was taken from me. The Lord has shown me and has pulled me out of…well, I can’t say it but those who are close to me know… ), I do not know where to go. Money is running low (ang lakas rin kasi ng loob ko gumastos ng gumastos eh) and I have no idea which NGO to go to, or even which job to apply for. HR? PR? Ahh…the quintessential quarter-life crisis. I’m quite envious of people who entered college knowing what they wanted to do. My sister is taking up fine arts and I know this is what she’s passionate about. Mama Jo loooooooooveees cooking and that’s probably what she’ll be doing the rest of her life. And I already talked about
I, on the other hand, want to be a Psychiatrist, an NGO officer, a writer. Hay, naku. Nakakainis talaga.
On to brighter things. I was an honorary Media Relations member yesterday at the Bachelor Bash. It went well. Very organized. Good job Liz, Grid, Mica and Melissa. Hmm… it did seem though that sometimes, you’re only as good as the job you hold. To some people anyway. Most of the press people were still very friendly towards me, although I had nothing to offer them since I am no longer with
Ro made a very good point about this. That we never know what people deal with everyday. And this may be the reason why they act the way they do towards us. That it may not be personal and that I should learn not to take offense. But you know what? I did. But because Ro is a very good mentor and she always makes sense, I will work on overcoming being overly sensitive.
Next. Insecurities. They really do kill. I am a person with sooo many issues. It’s sickening.
Happy thoughts. My Globe application was approved! On the application form, it asked for the cellular numbers I preferred. I tried ringing all just now and discovered that they’ve all been taken. Boo. I really wanted 0917-800KRIS (As Mica suggested) or 0917-8008881 (My birthday). Oh well.
I should stop rambling. And get on with life.
Oh yeah. I really really really miss the PR team. No more people to make manyak. Boo.
Word of the moment. Tite. Tite tite tite tite tite. Before this is misconstrued, Len is like my twin sister. We’re the same height, have the same build and Ate EunESS says we even act alike. So, I wanted to call her Twin. But, I already call Cris Twin. So I thought I’d call us the
Hamkam? Karamkam. Hamkam karamkam. Plech Fft. Pechibedebebooboo.
Oh gwash. I really need to be more productive.
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Monday, September 11, 2006
Living by the seaside
"Na2pad dn ang pangarap natn 2 live by d beach. Amoy dagat na kc d2 sa kwarto. Hehe." - CaraI am sitting on my bed, surveying the damage the floodwater has done to our room. Considering, we haven't lost much, aside from the bottom drawers, a matress, a Stunk & White book and the most valuable loss - possible damage to my late mom's Kitchen-Aid. Already, I feel a sense of emptiness, like there was an invasion. The room reeks of a damp dungeon and who knows what unimaginable being is laying dead in the nooks and crannies of our room. Magnify this feeling a thousandfold and you might get a glimpse of what flood victims have to endure. Homes, valuable life possesions, every single known belonging that symbolizes a part of one's life just snatched away when you aren't looking. Luckily, Cara, the only person home that night, had the time to react and salvage what she could. But what about those whose homes were submerged in the blink of an eye. What great mourning for such loss. And here I am, irked to the bone because I now have to clean up and do damage control.
I was looking for Globelines requirements which I put on a MS Word Document when I came across something I researched before PST. This was supposed to be my position at World Vision. Please help me pray that I find the right NGO for me. I really liked this specialization too.
Social Marketing
Social marketing is the planning and implementation of programs designed to bring about social change using concepts from commercial marketing. Among the important marketing concepts are:
The ultimate objective of marketing is to influence action;
Action is undertaken whenever target audiences believe that the benefits they receive will be greater than the costs they incur;
Programs to influence action will be more effective if they are based on an understanding of the target audience's own perceptions of the proposed exchange;
Target audiences are seldom uniform in their perceptions and/or likely responses to marketing efforts and so should be partitioned into segments;
Marketing efforts must incorporate all of the "4 Ps," i.e.:
Create an enticing "Product" (i.e., the package of benefits associated with the desired action);
Minimize the "Price" the target audience believes it must pay in the exchange;
Make the exchange and its opportunities available in "Places" that reach the audience and fit its lifestyles;
Promote the exchange opportunity with creativity and through channels and tactics that maximize desired responses;
Recommended behaviors always have competition which must be understood and addressed;
The marketplace is constantly changing and so program effects must be regularly monitored and management must be prepared to rapidly alter strategies and tactics.
Erratum: in my previous entry, i said that the mouse trashed wildly. I meant thrashed.
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