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Not That Close

So I went home early evening the other night when I saw this guy struggling to get his things inside our building elevator. 

From the looks of it, he seems to be moving in - alone.

The good girl in me surfaced and I said:  I'll hold the door for you.

When he got all his things inside, I asked:  What floor?

He looked at the blinking lights of the elevator buttons and said:
Nice, 8th floor din ako.  8** ang unit number ko.

And the sarcastic side of me can't help but blurt out:  Ay nagsasabihan na tayo ng unit number?

Really, my life's  exciting sometimes.
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Yes, this is a drink

People at the office sometimes go for a drink during Friday nights as part of our bonding sessions.

And since we will be having our Friday off, we scheduled  an after office get together with our newly formed SSC barkada. 

This time we decided to visit a bar outside Malate area to keep away from the younger crowd.

I was surprised that they had a drink called:

I look forward to more night outs, maybe this time with some "good vibes" cocktails :-)

Sadness - A Reality

Here's a sad reality in life...

Now that I have the money to buy books,  I have no time to read them.

So I have piles of unread books waiting for me to get unbusy.

Lucky for me, books are patient.  They never complain.

They are like unobtrusive great friends, who are ready to entertain when needed.

If only every time I buy myself a new book, I can also buy some time to read it

Loveisms #21

Women's Month

Let us be good sisters to each other.

Although I have always been regarded as one of the boys, I have also been blessed with great girlfriends who have eaten fire and dirt with me.
These girls, which I have known since our pimple filled high schooldays have been a great influence in my life.
They have taught me the need for patience, acceptance and a dash of kaartehan.
They have stood by me when I was being difficult (as always), impatient and temperamental.
They have waited for me countless times when I was late,understood my need for space and called out all my bullsh*ts.
In short, these girls made my life entertaining and sweet.
And for a bitter, sarcastic girl like me, I need all the sugary sweetness.
Thank you ladies.

When Writing Is Your Friend

No I did fall out of love with writing.
I just got so busy with life that I forgot myself and what I love.
But since they always said that we should always find time to do what is important to us….
Here it goes….
Writing has always been a sort of therapy for me.  It is what I do to relax and get away from stress and all this craziness we call "life".
So I have always been careful to separate this from work. 
In the past, I have been asked to write about a lot of things.  Some friends have begged me to blog about their products and businesses. Even strangers have contacted me about moneymaking ideas with my blog.
I have refused all these because writing is my hobby.  Yes, feel free to call me crazy or a hypocritical b*tch.
But here's my reason(s):
Writing is what I do when I am stressed about work. 
It is what I turn to when I need an outlet when things do not go well and I need to vent it out.
If I start to impose deadlines and required content on my writing, if I start to get mo…

February Dreams

As we usher in the love month, I want you all to dream of being smothered by all things (and non things) you love...