I'm not used to spending all of my day in an office. I'm not used to eating lunch in the office with my 3 co-workers everyday. I'm not used to getting headaches by 3 p.m. until the rest of the work day. I'm not used to potential knee injuries brought about by 3-inch heels. I'm not used to carrying boxes of vacation planners that could potentially weigh about 70 pounds each (I can't even do 10 reps of bicep curls using 5-pound dumbbells!). I'm not used to dealing with out-of-state callers who need to learn how to be nice like us Seattle folks. I'm not used to having a computer in front of me all day, but cannot use YM/AIM. I'm not used to working full-time period.
Give me a month. Give me a month to figure out what I really don't like about Job #1. Right now, the stress, due to experiencing a new milestone, is playing a huge role, so my opinion will be quite biased if I write about it now. Give me a month to tell you the ugly truth. HeHe.
Sunday, March 21, 2004
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Day One
Tired.
After being inundated with information, starting my bi-weekly marketing mailing task, and wearing a suit for 8 hours, I am beat.
But there's nothing to complain about. None. Zero. Zilch.
After being inundated with information, starting my bi-weekly marketing mailing task, and wearing a suit for 8 hours, I am beat.
But there's nothing to complain about. None. Zero. Zilch.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Anxiety
Over the weekend, I daydreamed of things to do today. Some of the ideas I came up with were cleaning my room, organizing my closet, watching a couple of DVDs, going to the library, finalizing my plane ticket for Colorado in May, but have I done anything since I woke up at 7:30 a.m.? Nopes. I can't sit still, I've just been going up and down the stairs, and worst of all, I have been eating anything and everything in the house. Stupid hormones.
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"But am getting tired of being tough anymore. Really. And no man can't seem to handle a woman like me..."
I just went to Belle's site (because I'm trying to find 100 ways not to do what I'm supposed to be doing!) and as always, I just have to take the time to "amen."
I'm not the clingy type. If I need to go somewhere, I don't need him to pick me up. If I want to buy a Sanrio letter set, another DVD, or a pint of Ben & Jerry's, I won't ask him to get it for me. If I go shopping, I don't need him to carry my bags (Although, it did feel nice when my male cousins did it for me while I was in Manila. Is that what they teach in Ateneo and LSGH? HaHa!). However, I'm not here to start singing "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child.
Just like Belle, I am tired. I wouldn't mind being picked up from work and eating dinner afterwards. I wouldn't mind looking at the things in my room and get reminded of when he gave them to me. I wouldn't mind my hand being kept warm by another one's hand (because I am not Korina Sanchez! LoL). I wouldn't mind being treated like a queen. And if anyone doubts that I should be treated like one, please refer to my birth certificate. HaHa!
I'd like to finally find someone who I like and who likes me back. I'd like to finally find someone who would save the day when superwoman couldn't do it anymore. I'd like to find someone who would finally allow me to stop whining about this subject. Because like I said, I am tired.
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"But am getting tired of being tough anymore. Really. And no man can't seem to handle a woman like me..."
I just went to Belle's site (because I'm trying to find 100 ways not to do what I'm supposed to be doing!) and as always, I just have to take the time to "amen."
I'm not the clingy type. If I need to go somewhere, I don't need him to pick me up. If I want to buy a Sanrio letter set, another DVD, or a pint of Ben & Jerry's, I won't ask him to get it for me. If I go shopping, I don't need him to carry my bags (Although, it did feel nice when my male cousins did it for me while I was in Manila. Is that what they teach in Ateneo and LSGH? HaHa!). However, I'm not here to start singing "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child.
Just like Belle, I am tired. I wouldn't mind being picked up from work and eating dinner afterwards. I wouldn't mind looking at the things in my room and get reminded of when he gave them to me. I wouldn't mind my hand being kept warm by another one's hand (because I am not Korina Sanchez! LoL). I wouldn't mind being treated like a queen. And if anyone doubts that I should be treated like one, please refer to my birth certificate. HaHa!
I'd like to finally find someone who I like and who likes me back. I'd like to finally find someone who would save the day when superwoman couldn't do it anymore. I'd like to find someone who would finally allow me to stop whining about this subject. Because like I said, I am tired.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Back to Frustration Nation
Why do Filipino guys fall in lust so easily?
That's all I want to know...for now.
That's all I want to know...for now.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Any Time You Need A Friend
I never thought of writing one, let alone having to read one. When I got the chance today, I had tears in my eyes because I felt the pain of the person who wrote it, and felt the pain the person, to whom the letter was written for, must have felt after having read it. I never want to feel the same way again.
I told Pen yesterday that more than a boyfriend (believe it or not!), I would like to have a best friend: the kind of friend who will always be there when you pick up the phone, the kind of friend who will go with you anywhere, the kind of friend who will be there through thick and thin. I stopped having a best friend in tenth grade, a time when I thought it's better to be alone than waste my time with someone who never had my best interests in mind when I thought I had his. But in closing my doors, loneliness let itself in as the years went on.
Last month, I told Belle that a lot of, if not most, people are lonely; it's just that no one wants to admit it. I would just like to take this time now to say this before I regret not having the chance to have done it: To all of my site visitors and to my AIM/YM folks, if there's ever a time that you feel alone and wished there was a person to talk to, please don't hesitate to send me a message or e-mail me. I insist, I don't mind, and I mean it.
I may not be the girlfriend (or boyfriend) that you long for, I may not be there to physically sit next to you, I may not be able to make things right for you, but at least I'm someone when you think you have no one. The only rule I have is to make sure you let me know. I'm not a mind reader, I'm not a fortune teller, and I'm usually thinking about my own battles in life, so I'll probably never be able to guess that you're in a "certain situation" unless you tell me. Deal?
To the person who led me to write this entry, I'll be thinking about you this Sunday. I don't think I would have made any difference had I known you, but I just hope that you found the peace that you were searching for all this time.
I told Pen yesterday that more than a boyfriend (believe it or not!), I would like to have a best friend: the kind of friend who will always be there when you pick up the phone, the kind of friend who will go with you anywhere, the kind of friend who will be there through thick and thin. I stopped having a best friend in tenth grade, a time when I thought it's better to be alone than waste my time with someone who never had my best interests in mind when I thought I had his. But in closing my doors, loneliness let itself in as the years went on.
Last month, I told Belle that a lot of, if not most, people are lonely; it's just that no one wants to admit it. I would just like to take this time now to say this before I regret not having the chance to have done it: To all of my site visitors and to my AIM/YM folks, if there's ever a time that you feel alone and wished there was a person to talk to, please don't hesitate to send me a message or e-mail me. I insist, I don't mind, and I mean it.
I may not be the girlfriend (or boyfriend) that you long for, I may not be there to physically sit next to you, I may not be able to make things right for you, but at least I'm someone when you think you have no one. The only rule I have is to make sure you let me know. I'm not a mind reader, I'm not a fortune teller, and I'm usually thinking about my own battles in life, so I'll probably never be able to guess that you're in a "certain situation" unless you tell me. Deal?
To the person who led me to write this entry, I'll be thinking about you this Sunday. I don't think I would have made any difference had I known you, but I just hope that you found the peace that you were searching for all this time.
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