Monday, May 23, 2011

Reading Alexandra Potter


Sitting next to my netbook are two things: a bag of popcorn and the book, Be Careful What You Wish For by British novelist Alexanrda Potter. It's been sitting on my bedside for nearly two weeks mainly because I don't have much time to read lately.

But now, I decided to devour on its pages given that my shift for work tonight will be at 11 pm and I am waiting for nine o'clock to chat with my aunts in Toronto. So right now, I am on an imaginary trip to London through the book while listening to Blackbird by the Beatles.

Imaginary trips to existing places. It's one of the things I like (or should I say love) about reading. I shall be posting another entry once I finish the book and that's (hopefully) in the near future.

For now, I'll make out most of the momentum by reading. I need to use it while it's here to consume.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Back To A Place From My Past


Today, I started fulfilling my vow not to leave home for some weekend pasyal to catch up on things-- which includes writing an entry on this blog as well.

So I am still up and about as of this writing. Just like last week when our office went on an outing at Ocean Adventure located in Subic. Now, Subic is no longer a new place for me. I even call it a place from my past because I've been there before -- six years ago. The only difference though was that six years ago, I was in the area with someone else and I never set foot at Ocean Adventure itself compared to last week.

So, how did my first company outing go? Let these pictures tell ya!


Here, I am with my officemates Jhaz and Lori taken at past 5 am of Saturday. I should say these girls are that lucky because I guess they were able to get some sleep whereas, I actually didn't. Yeah. Call it being pent up by adrenalin for a reason but I hardly ever had sleep since Friday night until the day of the outing itself.

This is moi at 7 am still on the way to Subic. I look quite agitated because migraine had started setting in again and I was trying badly to fall asleep. I had to endure the throbbing pain in my head until lunch time.


We arrived past 9 am at Ocean Adventure. Here's the backpacker me with my officemates.


Ocean Adventure offered an environmental awareness show too. The photo above was among those "must see shows" that you should not miss when you visit. On the side, the narrator, who said his name was Olongapo Jones, reminds me of two people -- Kuya Kim Atienza (who I follow on Twitter) and the ex boyf :-p




One of the best attractions I've ever seen were the dolphins. Yep, it's not just my dear TL who got totally smitten by these adorable creatures because I did too. I was half squealing in my seat and at the back of my head, it feels like being a kid again.

The whole experience went well for me. I enjoyed watching the games (we've got our own version of Amazing Race) and of course, the beach. I won't hide it, if there's one thing I only look forward to during summer, it's the sea and the sand. Unfortunately it was also during that day at the beach, my allergies did not seem to miss the event too. But luckily, our nurse was that prompt and prepared to hand me an antihistamine medication to combat the reactions. Nevertheless, it did not cloud my sunshine.

How about you? What did you do for summer?


Monday, May 9, 2011

Monday Love

While I'm about to start a new work week again tonight, let me just give four things I'm loving lately -- just to kick-off and start the week right!

I hear laughter in the rain...

As I type this down, it's a rainy day! And this has been the weather since yesterday due to a typhoon. No, don't take me wrong. I'm not happy because of the typhoon but because finally, there's rain; making days a little bit cool. After all, the past weeks had been that scorching (if not fiery) hot which makes it difficult for me because I have to wake up feeling sticky and with migraine in the afternoon which kind of hampers work (yes, just unnoticed). I just hope that with this rain pouring down, PAGASA would eventually declare the start of the wet season. And I could hopefully sing Laughter in the Rain :-)



I'm also loving my newest beauty loot, Calgon in Marshmallow which I received from my balikbayan relatives. I've been inlove with the brand (second to Victoria's Secret) after getting the first Calgon Cool Sun shower body mist two years ago. Who would have thought that marshmallow could be more than just a kiddie treat! I'm loving the whole set from the lotion, body mist to the bubble bath. Even mom had started sharing the delight with me. The scent is really great, I tell you. Enough to give me such a good mood.


From Disneyland, Singapore to Pinas!

I've also been receiving little things from friends. I'm a huge sucker for abubots including keychains, that I have decided to collect them. My former boss and managing editor, Ms. Peng once noticed them when I placed them o my bag's zipper but since it cannot accommodate everything, I decided to keep them at home. Recently, I received another addition to my collection: bracletes from Boracay from my officemate Pearl and from Puerto Galera from my TL JC and a keychain from my brother's recent trip to Coron, Palawan.


Can't get enough of the bandwagon, eh!

And lest before I forget, after weeks of anticipation, I finally got the copy of OK! Philippines' May issue. I certainly agree with its editor-in-chief, Frances in her blog, Topaz Horizon about two things: 1) Patience is indeed a virtue (or in her version, a virgin) and 2: This month's issue is really a keeper -- collector's item, for real, indeed!

Hope your Monday's great, everyone!

Saturday, May 7, 2011

A Poem For Mother's Day

Tomorrow will be Mother's Day. I really don't have any special nor specific plan to do by tomorrow except I'll tag mom along for some weekend afternoon activity like how it's been the past months, grab a copy of OK! Philippines' May issue (another item I'll have for safe keeping) and read and learn Old English (read: British English that is) to prepare for some UK peeps visiting the office this week.

But in between those little items on my to do list, let me share with you a wonderful poem dedicated for mothers. I don't remember when I first encountered this poem but this piece Somebody's Mother by Mary Dow Brine sure makes me shed a tear just by painting images in my mind and reading the lines of this poem.

The woman was old and ragged and gray
And bent with the chill of the winter's day.
The street was wet with the recent snow,
And the woman's feet were aged and slow.

She stood at the crossing and waited long
Alone, uncared for, amid the throng
Of human beings who passed her by,
Nor heeded the glance of her anxious eye.

Down the street with laughter and shout.
Glad in the freedom of "school let out,"
Came the boys like a flock of sheep,
Hailing the snow piled white and deep.

Past the woman so old and gray
Hastened the children on their way,
Nor offered a helping hand to her,
So meek, so timid, afraid to stir,
Lest the carriage wheels or the horses' feet
Should crowd her down in the slippery street.

At last came one of the merry troop,
The gayest laddie of all the group;
He paused beside her and whispered low,
"I'll help you across if you wish to go."

Her aged hand on his strong young arm
She placed, and so, without hurt or harm,
He guided her trembling feet along,
Proud that his own were firm and strong.

Then back again to his friends he went,
His young heart happy and well content.
"She's somebody's mother, boys, you know,
For all she's aged and poor and slow;

"And I hope some fellow will lend a hand
To help my mother, you understand,
If ever she's poor and old and gray,
When her own dear boy is far away."

And "somebody's mother" bowed low her head
In her home that night, and the prayer she said
Was, "God be kind to the noble boy
Who is somebody's son and pride and joy."


There are thoughts at the back of my head that I find it hard to verbally explain when I read this poem; probably me trying to figure out how things will be once my parents are older. I might be unable to know the answer. But as to that poem, if ever I do get to have kids of my own, I'll have to teach them this wonderful piece.