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Something I Learned Because It Doesn’t Snow in the Philippines

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While classifying invoices at work this day, I come across an item I have no idea about — salt spreader.

So I asked one of my counterpart in Europe what the heck it is. He said it is an equipment to spread salt on the ground, so ice/snow would melt, to prevent people from slipping. Continue reading Something I Learned Because It Doesn’t Snow in the Philippines →

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She’s a traveler, a frustrated accountant. An artist and a writer at heart. Unpredictable and spontaneous. A little weird and a little mysterious. So chase her and run with her. You’ll never get bored and you’ll never regret it.

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My 2018 Promises I’m Not Obliged to Fulfill

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The first day of 2018, aaaahhh. Time flies so fast. 2017 was a tough year for me. Seems like it was just last night that I was sulking in my bed, not knowing what the hell to do on the trials the universe has confidently laid on my shoulders. And since the universe has its own timeline, I’ll be expecting more trials on the way. No worries, my bed is ready for the sulking again, just kidding. But here is my list of my year-round New Year’s Resolution I rarely make and I’m not obliged to do. Because admit it, there are things on ‘the list’ we’re not able to start. Some of those goals, are planned way back five years ago, but writing them on the list is a start, so good job! Continue reading My 2018 Promises I’m Not Obliged to Fulfill →

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She’s a traveler, a frustrated accountant. An artist and a writer at heart. Unpredictable and spontaneous. A little weird and a little mysterious. So chase her and run with her. You’ll never get bored and you’ll never regret it.

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Pokemon Go and the 90’s Kids

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I want to be the very best, like no one ever was…. And the song goes on in my head. Come on, don’t be shy, sing with me. We all knew the song. We knew it by heart. It’s Pokemon!

We’re all going crazy. No, we’re not just joining the club of Ash’s and Team Rockets just for the sake of being ‘in’. This is millennial anime/game in Generation Z! And yes, this is nostalgic.

I remember watching Pokemon when I was a kid with my siblings. We were trying to memorize all the Pokemons and their evolutions. Who owns which and what did the Team Rocket catched and stupidly gave away. We play Pokemon cards, texts (small rectangular paper with Pokemon prints) and pogs (round-shaped cardboard with prints of your fave cartoon) of Pomemon in our own ‘gym’. It was a nice memory. As if we’re back in time. Those childhood memories we kept in our childhood self, were automatically retrieved and refreshed the moment we caught sight of the Pokeball. One Pokemon catched on the list, be it Vulpix to Ninetails, Abra to Kadabra to Alakazam, our minds knew those familiar names, and we can’t help but smile.

Now Pokemon is in this smartphones we always use. Looking for a Pokemon in ‘real life’ is a wow for us. Finally, we can be like Ash or Brock or Misty, Serena or even Jessie or James. We can catch our first Pokemon and train them. Our childhood dreams came true.

Many will never understand specially those who don’t play the game, who don’t know any Pokemon at all (and that is possible), but this our childhood fantasy (how many times will I say it). It’s coming true in this virtual world. We can never defend ourselves for not looking on the streets instead because we’re too engrossed in playing Pokemon Go. We can’t blame you if we tripped over, if our phones were snatched, if we exit on a wrong way and bump into a glass door — which just happened to me yesterday. We can’t blame you for blaming us, ourselves. We’re guilty as charged.

We can’t promise we’ll stay alert at all times, sometimes we will just be plain stupid because of the game. But we will try to be sane as we should be. Though bear with us please for stopping abruptly while walking, or just by walking really really slowly. You will get irritated and get tired of this hype but this will all pass.

So let us just have our moment, our childhood dreams came into reality (though not really that ‘real’). We will be responsible of our own whatever effect the game may have on us. Just let us play the game and we will all live happily ever after. 😁

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2013, I’m Saying Goodbye

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It’s the last day of the year and I’m compelled to look back, in retrospect on what happened to me in 2013 out of boredom. So here it goes:

The first half of my 2013 wasn’t planned (I’m too carefree to plan) and neither did I expect anything as such. I had a couple of my firsts and lasts and some part of life is like flowing water for me — finding its way on its own. Somehow, there’s something I can’t control….

I took my first plane ride. Waah, my first plane ride. (Well, everybody had their first anything) It was hilarious. That day, I vowed to myself, I will ride more planes and will continue to do what I love — travel! Be it a ride on a bus, or on a boat, whatever means of transportation. And for that matter, I may also add, this year, I learned how to ride all alone in LRT (Congrats to me!)

I also strongly believe that I was so blessed. I passed my last evaluation subject at last! (Business Law and Taxation) — The easiest subject on board exam yet the reason for my ‘doctor’s degree’ in college, repeating the evaluation exam over and over again. Five times: three semesters and two summer classes. (Hey, I heard it. “What?!” “Ows?!” “Hell no” @*&%$*&! — but I’m done with it.)

Then, graduation came. Graduation? Oh, all I ever think was, “Go, and wear a dress and high heels. Put on some make-up, attend the ceremony and go home.” The excitement was long before gone after two extra years in college. Yet that was the happiest and most rewarding years in my college life. 🙂 And at last, I’m out of PUP. Welcome to the world of the unemployed.

I really didn’t know if I will take the board exam and never plan on enrolling in a review school, but God insisted (thanks to the people who always believe in me and supported me in any manner despite my vulnerability and failures). I enrolled a week before review classes starts and got an evening schedule — not what I wanted initially but then started to love: less pressure, cute and awesome reviewers :), insane yet thoughtful friends (haha), and some calm-almost-indifferent co-reviewees. Four months of serious review came in a rush. Half a year had passed — Whoosh! It came so fast.

So fast — we’re moving so fast and so does what happened next. We hit the car in front of us as another tricycle hit us from behind and the tricycle I’m riding in crashed and rolled round and round. I can see everything upside-down, so clear from my memory. Someone’s crying, shouting for help. I felt blood oozing from my head, blood from my nose — good thing I can still stand: no broken arms and legs. I started to panic but calmed myself and prayed ‘thank you’ to God —- my first vehicular accident, a month before my board exam, my second life.

A beautiful doctor from surgery makes me laugh while she’s doing the stitches in my head. Both the doctor and the nurse were amazed by me knowing I’ve been in an accident minutes before yet I can still manage to laugh. Never did they know that I’m worried about where will I get the money to get me out of the hospital (8 of the passengers from both tricycles were injured, including ‘our’ driver/operator, one passenger, I was told, was in coma and died a week later). 🙁
I don’t want my mother to come for she’ll be worried enough to make me worry about her, however, minutes later, my ninang and younger brother came, followed by my mother (my mother was crying, expectantly, of course, and I reassured her and calmed her that I am alright). Then another beautiful, yet aloof doctor from ENT came with a huge thong in her hand. She said my nose was broken (Of all things, my nose was flat, why in the world and how come that happened?!). She said she had to use that huge thong to push the broken bone inside my nose up, placing it back to where it should be, and in my head it was like, “Uh-huh… wait, WHAT?! Seriously.” And it would be very painful she further explains (how comforting). Anesthesia won’t work to ease the pain, even though they will inject five dose of anesthesia on my face (another ‘seriously’ from me).

Then I started to realize, this is really serious and only at that moment, I started to cry.

I’ve been two weeks of coming in and out of the hospital (but a different one now and with a different doctor) for checkup — no more huge thongs and all that painful process. Natural healing would be fine, said the good doctor. And though I’m very tired and my body’s not yet recovered from the accident, I prepared my requirements in PRC.

I got to join the long line of people getting the NBI with gauze on my head, hurting stitches and sore muscles. Trials didn’t stop there. My birthdate on my birth certificate was wrong and never knew it until that time — how stupid of me. I almost didn’t make it to the deadline of filing for the board.
But still, God has a plan — and that includes me, taking the board exam (almost dozing off to sleep because of medicines I still have to take) and failing it all the same. I’ve had enough of people who would ask or say “Why did you fail?”, “I guess you didn’t study that much.” Thanks to those who never said anything at all; those who just smiled at me and said “Let’s have a drink.” Or “Mag-videoke tayo!”
I’m never new to failures. It is always behind my back; Only too bad for it, for success is always beside me and in front of me. 🙂

I asked God, what is it He wanted me to do. There are so many open doors. All I have to do is take the right one. But how will I know?

So as the year closes to an end, I rested. It feels so comfortable to rest for a while. So darn comfortable that it seems like something is wrong. I waited for anything — for wisdom, for patience itself, for inspiration. So many things happened to me both the good and the bad; where from all things were learned. I’ve got only one thought in mind: next year, I’m going to do what I love.

I decided to come out of my comfort zone next year; try something new and adventurous — what I love the most. I will paint again, I will sing like nobody cares, I will find the job that suits me, I will travel, go mountain climbing, rappelling, trekking or whatever that makes my blood rush with happiness. I’ll try zumba and dance to the beat of gimme gimme. I will write poems, short stories and songs, and maybe, I could ask someone to play it for me. I will fall in love again and will never be afraid to love. And, I will learn how to cook. 🙂

I will treat myself and watch movie alone. I will buy and wear dresses that give me confidence. I will laugh much more often. I will gain new friends and I will read more books. I will surely enjoy the year and days ahead. I’m free as a wild horse galloping with strength. It’s my second life, my last life, my only life. I will do what makes me happy.

Oh, and yesterday, I dyed my hair mahogany. I didn’t wait for next year to do it. 😀