Thank God for InFlight!

InFlight magazine is probably one of the best things that happened to me. I do believe working here is one of the greatest blessings that the Lord has given me.

Go ahead. Think that I'm being too spiritual or too religious. Because to tell you honestly, I'd rather be thought of as the type of person who thanks God every single day for giving me a job at InFlight rather than be thought of as someone who gives credit to herself because she managed to become the editorial assistant of a magazine.

Despite my qualifications to work for such a position, I never once thought that it was because of it that I got hired. Since before I got the job, I was praying to God to put me where I would be happy, where I could enjoy what I do...where I would not feel that I was working. I wasn't praying that I be placed in SEAIR InFlight. I was praying that I be placed where I would be most satisfied. God listened...as always.

I remember the very day I heard Ms. Monica asked me, "Can you start tomorrow?" Deep inside, I was already saying my thanksgiving prayer to the Lord. It was too good to be true for me. It was a moment I couldn't find words to express how I felt at that moment. All I kept doing was say "thank you" to God for this great blessing He has bestowed upon me.

It was as if...the moment I started working in InFlight, everything just fell into place. That everything was meant to be that way.

Upon learning I got the job, I immediately went to Greenbelt Chapel. I prayed to the Lord and said so many words of gratitude. It was like...it wasn't enough to just express how grateful I was to His blessing. I guess, at that point...I was just ready to be God's vessel. I knew in my heart that He would not have given me this opportunity if it was all for my own sake. I knew in my heart that this is something I had to do so I can be a better person, not just for myself, but for those around me. To be of help to my family and to be a mentor or guide to my friends and to those who look up to me. It was more for them than for myself.

Thank God for InFlight!

Until then,

Hair Vanity Exposè.

I have a confession to make. Actually, it's not much of a confession since almost everyone can tell you this bit about me.

I am vain when it comes to my hair.

It has been my routine since I learned the beauty of hot oil treatments back in first year high school that I go to the salon once a month to get my hair cut or trimmed. Every quarter, I would get a hair treatment. What started out to be a thing to do for fun evolved into something I needed to do to take care of my hair. And when I got to college, I have become a regular in a salon I find very much affordable.

Unlike other vain people, I did not go for high end salons. I've always believed that quality of service did not have to be expensive. I'm a regular at Index Salon. For P40 a haircut with shampoo and blowdry, I have always gotten what I wanted for my hair. I think the most expensive I have paid in Index was P500 when I had a hair relax treatment last year in November.

Let me tell you the reason behind my vanity with my hair.

Ever since I could remember, I have always thought that having beautiful locks would show how clean I was. Call me crazy but I've always believed that it's not enough how poised you are, how good you look in your clothes, how clean your nails and toes are -- the face is always important, most especially the hair. If each strand of hair is in its place, then you'd be the most beautiful person.

Usually, when I get a haircut, I time it when I feel a little down. Haircuts are usually my way of de-stressing or getting out of my state of melancholy. And it always works for me. Always. But this morning, I went to Index Salon, not because I was depressed (note: I am not even close to being sad)...rather I was such in a very good mood, I thought that it was necessary to show my giddy state of mind on my hair. Haha! As an end result, I got a haircut with Hair Spa Touch. Ah yes...for just P140, my hair was back to its bouncy, full, shiny state. Love it!

Before


After

So there you go. My vanity is exposed.

Till next time,

I am a Self-Professed Neat Freak!

...And if you ask me, it helps to be one.

Ask anyone who knows me; they will tell you a lot of things about me and they will probably point out I am a neat freak. You see, I am the type of person who likes to have every element of her life in order as much as possible. I like things to be in a certain way. When it comes to my books, I arrange them by genre, then by author. If you look into my closet, you'll find that my clothes are arranged in a certain way. Borrow any of my notebooks back in college and you'll see that my handwriting is the same on every page and the pen used is one and the same. Somehow, I get the feeling that order is equal to control -- meaning, I get to live my life accordingly.

This is something I make sure I am at work. A neat freak. My table is arranged in a certain way that if I see a single thing out of place, I see to it that it's arranged properly. I don't like it when I get stuck with a table full of magazines and no where to put them. Everything has to go where they should be. I get a lot of work done when my stuff is in order. I don't know how the others do it. Papers everywhere, stuff scattered -- it's mighty unusual, if you ask me.

I believe it was Ms. Monica who commented on my "peculiarity." For a writer, I was very neat with my stuff. Hahaha! I just took it as a compliment. Other than my meticulousness, people at work have been "praising" (so to speak) my handwriting. They were very mindful of the way I write. According to Sir Art, my writing is like a font in Microsoft Word and that every page of my notebook seemed like it came out from the printer. Thanks to the wonderful comment, Sir Art. Hehe...

Oh well, I guess I better go. It's time to take care of breakfast.

Till my next entry,

First After-Work Gimik.

Since I started working, Ate Det has been giving me paramdams to treat her out. They were subtle (as she claimed) yet quite obvious to the keen observer, if you ask me. So I decided that some time after this pay day, I will treat her out to dinner. I don’t how or why, but Ate Det and I had the urge the invite our friend, Jan, to come along. So it was settled. Me, Ate Det and Jan would meet up at Greenbelt and I will treat them to a budgeted dinner. Haha! I’m not a rich kid, you know. I can only spend so much.

Date: Friday, July 18, 2008
Venue: Greenbelt 1
Time: 6:00 PM

That was our scheduled meeting. When I got off work at 5:00 PM, I proceeded to Powerbooks Greenbelt as I was to meet someone to give me something for next week’s work. After that, I really had nothing to do – so I thought I’d go to the Chapel. It’s been quite a while since I heard mass there. I have always enjoyed going there. Sanctuary. Good thing I was just in time. The mass was about to start. So I took a seat somewhere in the back, put my things down and simply listened.

I will never forget the priest’s homily. Those six words kept ringing in my ear the moment he said it: “Who here has been in love?” I could almost imagine my face going red. Almost. I still kept my composure, you know. I was not about to turn red in front of so many people. So anyway, I just listened to the priest’s homily about being in love, being loved, and being able to love. Truly inspirational.

After the mass, I proceeded to Greenbelt 1. Just in time when I got Ate Det’s text message that they’re already there. We met up in front of Razon’s. As soon as we found a table, Ate Det and Jan started telling me their orders – it felt like they were ordering everything. Haha! So anyway, as soon as they got their orders straight, Ate Det and I went to order while Jan stopped by Shepherd’s Staff to buy something.

Pancit luglog. Dinuguan with puto. Sizzling sisig. Halo halo. Drinks. Those were our orders. Cost me around P600. Way within my budget. Haha! So we were just there – talking, eating, laughing. Actually, I was pretty much quiet, with a few chit chats here and there. Hey! I was hungry. No talking when I’m eating. Hahaha!

We were pretty much full from dinner. So we decided to stroll around a little while. It was a funny-weird stroll – basically because we kept seeing lovebirds here and there being sweet and all, and Jan commenting on how I was dressed (he was a little puzzled that I was wearing a dress and he thought I always wore clothes like that in the office). Nonetheless, no harm was done to any of us despite the fact that there were a lot of people hanging out. There was one instance that we were walking along the overpass leading up to Landmark, there was this kid, about 2 years old. His mom was beside him holding his hand. He kept looking at Jan, his eyebrows all scrunched up. He kept saying, “Mama. Mama.” Jan responded, “Hindi ako Mama mo.” Haha! It was such a funny moment.

We ended up hanging out in Glorietta. Nothing really special going on there. We just entered stores and window-shopped. That’s all we really did: window shopping. It’s a little hard to spend if you don’t have the cash. Haha! I was looking at shoes and clothes, Ate Det was contemplating whether or not she was going to buy the bag she has been eyeing for. Finally, Jan was figuring out how much he was going to spend on sports apparels.

By 8:30PM, my dad called my cellphone and said he was going to pick me up at Gloria Jean’s Coffees around 9:00-9:30PM. So I went to the coffee shop with Ate Det and Jan. I was craving for coffee. I wanted it so much, the moment I drank my cappuccino, I was so relieved, as if I haven’t had coffee for months – which by then, I realized I haven’t had coffee for 3 months.

At Gloria Jean’s, we simply continued our chit chats and we decided that next month, Jan will treat us and by September, Ate Det will pay. That was our deal.

So from this month onwards, I have a get together with them once a month.

And here, I end my latest entry,

I Love It!

It's a great feeling! Buying something for yourself from your very own salary. It's just now that I got to buy something -- or in this case, some things -- for myself. No need to really explain anything. Just look at the pictures. Haha!

Aren't they just fabulous? Hahaha!

I love it! I love it! I love it!


Will post another entry later,

Ranting about Buses.

Once again, I blog in the wee hours of the morning. It's not really my fault, though. I was having a peaceful sleep when a glint of light shone by the corner of my eye. Papi was surprisingly awake. 2:45 in the morning. Tsk tsk.

So here I am with nothing to do (yet). Let me take out my frustrations from last night.

I was on my way home from work. As usual, I took a bus to SM Mall of Asia. From there, I would be riding a shuttle up to Buendia-LRT. But let me just talk about the bus. I don't understand the need to fill up the bus before driving off the station. I mean, I get that everyone has to be seated -- but do they have to make sure that there are also people standing up? Is it a "requirement" to them? I don't get it. I really don't. It's frustrating to get in the bus, take a seat, and wait until you can almost suffocate because the conductor is telling passengers that there's still room for more. What's the point? Honestly?

It's bad enough that the conductor does this sort of thing, but I find it worse that people would let themselves in the bus and stand in the aisle while the bus drives off to its destination. Were they rushing? I can't imagine anyone putting themselves through that. Me...I feel like I could suffocate with the many people riding the bus. And it's not just about the people. It's their stuff too. Whenever I sit by the aisle, I could feel bags hitting me on my shoulder. I could lose my temper!

I hate buses. I do. But I can't afford to hop on a taxi just so I can get to the office or go home from work. It's a necessity for me. But I assure you that I wouldn't ride a bus if there are people standing already.

Till my next entry,

Planning.

If there is actually a time where I can blog, this is probably the best time for me to do it -- when everyone is still asleep and I am not yet doing anything. Everyday is always very hectic, I'd be just lucky to spend an hour or two by myself. So here I am trying to find a way to remedy that.

It's been quite a while since I started working in SEAIR InFlight. I told you before that though I was a newbie there, I didn't feel like it because I got to do a lot of things in a short span of time. People call me "Ma'am Marge" as if I am one of the bosses in the office. In a short time, I was able to fit in. I may not be so vocal like some of the employees there, but I am in the process of getting out of the shell and interact with my officemates.

It pays to do your work well. It literally does. Haha! It's a great feeling to know that you strive to do your best and your work is much appreciated. Getting salary really makes me feel more independent now that I can give myself something without asking from my parents to buy it for me. Of course, my job isn't just about the money. It's not all about the salary. The fact that I am working in a magazine, the fact that I am doing something I really love...it completes me. I love this feeling of contentment! Finding out that I am in the right path...it's a great feeling.

Despite of the very busy schedule at work, I strive to find time to spend quality time with my family. Just because I work doesn't mean all I have to do is work. I still live in my parents' house and I plan to stay with my family as long as I can. Until I get married, I will stay with my parents. Haha!

Since college, I don't get to see my friends as much as I would want to. We all have different things to worry about, we all have a rather busy schedule. A lot of the people I know from college are working, if not pursuing law or MAs. So I have a new clique to hang out with. I think it's really a good thing that I'm working in Makati. Friends from high school and college are also working in the same area. Just like Justine, Karen and Janelle -- some of my Bonita friends. Fortunately, I still communicate with them through YMs and mobiles. I plan to get together with them maybe some time last week of the month.

Oh yes! I am trying out something new. Since I started working, it's all really routinary. Home and office. Those are the two places I go to everyday, five times a week. So maybe it's about time I started to go to dinner with a couple of friends during weekdays. My brothers do it, why can't I, right? So I made dinner plans with my friends, Ate Det and Jan. Yes, it's my treat -- just because Ate Det has been giving me "subtle" gestures that I treat her out. And since I finally agreed to do that, I wanted to invite Jan as well. Simple bonding sessions with a few friends. No harm in that, right? Don't worry, I'll blog about it probably the next day.

Well, it's time to get up and cook breakfast.

Till my next entry,

To Live is to Love. To Love is to Hurt. To Hurt is to Live.

Pains of love be greater far, than all other pleasures are.
-John Dryden

Ah, to be in love. It is far too complex to comprehend why, after loves initial bewitchment of the lovestruck victimit casts on it a spell of total submission to the joys and pains it brings. To be hopelessly and helplessly in love is a one-of-a-kind experience, an oxymoron of all sorts, for it is bitter as it is sweet, and it is lethal as it is invigorating. You see, the irony of it all is this: to fall in love with someone is to give that chosen one the power to make you happy, and also the power to hurt you the most. It is a double-edged sword, for as much as love can open you up and set you free, it could also cut your throat and stab you to death.

The bits and pieces of broken hearts and the tears shed over love are so many that Cupid should be out of business by now. Hurt within, and out of love is a tragic predicament that you should avoid at all costs as much as you can. It is not an easy task though, because love, in its pure beauty and charm, is simply irresistible. If you're in its good favor, and it is for you, it will take you to a roller coaster ride of being in a heaven to another if it is not, then your roller coaster straps will just snap and youd fall, injuring yourself, bumping and slamming in the tracks, and eventually land on the hard, cold, sharp-rocks-packed ground. Oh how I wish it is an exaggeration, a convoluted use of hyperbole (my English teachers would be sooo proud of me), but it's not.

When love hurts, it hurts - A LOT. It comes in stages: first, denial - initially you refuse to believe everything that has happened and you go on stepping backwards, hoping to be propped up by your protective cushion of the wonderful past; then, incredulity - after the reality of events has whacked your head a million times, you ask the age-old question but how could it be? we love each other; and last, pain - just pure, blinding, bitter as hell pain. And oh, pangs of guilt, anger, and occasional moments of temporary insanity add to the excitement of things. This (loves poking, stabbing, hurting-in-stages action) goes not only for earth crushing break-ups, but also for those petty fights that couples have caused by annoyingly weird, irritating pet peeves that blow up right into their faces, making them think what the hell did I get myself into?!

Then why, oh why, do people go gaga over love? If tales of heartaches are countless and pieces of shattered hearts are strewn all over the world, why long for love, hopefully wait for it, desperately search for it, and stubbornly fight for it?

That, my friend, is love's complex magic.

Because for every tear that is shed over it, a smile is waiting; and for every morsel of a shattered heart, a healing spirit is invoked. I read from somewhere that time does not heal all wounds, love does. And its true. Love awakens the white lighter in each person; and every blow, every stab, every shooting, blinding pain is designed to transform itself to a chi of strength, a jolt of confidence, and overwhelming happiness someday. It is a worn-out clich, I know, but hey it still works- love, and all the joys and especially the pains that it brings, makes you a stronger and better person.

Another cliche?

To live is to love. To love is to hurt. To hurt is to live.




Disclaimer: This was posted two years ago in my Friendster blog. The "L" word seems to be creeping back into my system without my knowledge.

Another Lesson from Bo Sanchez.

Disclaimer: Once again, I am posting another column of Bo Sanchez from Kerygma magazine, September 2006 issue. His column aptly named "The Boss" is all about getting what you deserve. Truly inspirational! For more inspirational stories and messages, visit his websites at BoSanchez.ph and Preacher in Blue Jeans.

Be inspired,

Rain.

It's 4 o'clock in the afternoon. Saturday. I'm sitting here on the couch with the laptop placed painstakingly in the middle of the coffee table. I had nothing to write about. I kept thinking of what I could possible share with the readers at this point. Despite the nothingness that is filling my head at this second, I had to find a way to do something about it. I'm bored. Something needs to be done to rid me of this state of mind.

And there it is. That scent that I have known every time it arrives. Rain. Yes, once again, the rain has fallen and I am doing nothing but stay inside where I can stay dry. You never know what's going to happen when I get caught in the rain.

There was always something about the rain. Something not really good, I should say. There was always that hint of hopelessness that comes over me as I watch the rain fall to the ground. And yet, today was different. Today, despite the current conditions, I seem to be feeling happy. I still feel good about something. I just wish I knew what it is. Because whatever it is, I'd want to know the reason why I'm happy as it is.

I've noticed something about myself recently. I've been happy. Happier than usual, if that's even possible. I don't know -- since I got my job, I have been happy...with just about everything. I know it's not because of a guy because there isn't any. I know it's not because of new stuff because I haven't bought anything yet. So what is it?

I really don't know. I really can't say. I just can't put my finger on it. But isn't it enough to say that I'm happy? I shouldn't be looking for any reasons. There comes a point in one's life that you just accept things for the way it is. I'm happy and that's it.

So I guess today, something good came out of the rain.


Till my next entry,

Nadal Gets First Wimbledon Title.

I can't believe it. I feel like I'm the happiest girl alive!

I stayed up from 9:30 in the evening until 4:30 in the morning, watching nothing else but the Men's Singles Wimbledon Championship Match between the 5-time champion Roger Federer and 4-time Roland Garros champion Rafael Nadal. It's crazy, I know. But I can't help it. I just had to watch it. I may be living in the other side of the world but I will not miss the chance the opportunity to see Federer vs. Nadal III on grass court. I may not have slept a lot...but it was all worth it. Every second of it!

Gosh! Now I feel so pumped up to do my work! Hahaha!

Hmm...maybe I should get some sleep now.

Well, until then...I bid you all, good night!

Bo Sanchez Asks If You're In Love.

Disclaimer: This was the Editor's Note in the June 2006 issue of Kerygma magazine. A lot of you may not know it, but I have been an avid collector of the magazine ever since I was in grade school. I was reading some of the magazines I have here and I just wanted to share with you what Bo Sanchez wrote in "The Boss" section.

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Isn't that the sweetest thing?

The Mind Wanders.

Isn't it amazing how two people seem to be the perfect match and yet...they are nothing more but friends? Just friends. That's about it. Two people sharing the same interests, the same qualities, the same values but still remain to be friends, best friends, at most. It happens a lot more than we think.

I have a friend. She has been friends with this guy for five years. They know each other so well, they hang out almost always, and they care for each other so much. Everybody thinks that they are in a relationship. Probably because they look like the perfect couple. My friend told me that she and her friend are so close, their parents are giving them their approval despite the fact that there's really nothing going on between them. She joked, "Isn't it nice na walang nangyayari sa inyo and yet gustong-gusto ka na ng pamilya nya?" I was jealous. Not because I'm in a relationship where the parents hate me or anything. But I've always wanted to be in that position. Where the guy's parents would say, if they had to choose a girlfriend for their son, it would be me. That would absolutely be heartwarming.

It makes you wonder. Why is it that even if the whole world thinks you two are perfect for each other, you're just not together? Simple. Because everything is up to the two people. It's not a matter of whether people approve of you or not. It's not a matter of being with someone you know people would like. It's about being sure about your feelings. It's about knowing that you're in love with the other person. Without any influence from other people.

You would wish it was easy. You would think that finding love would be just how you imagined it to be. People say how much they want to be in love with the right person and wish that they finally find them. And then they find out, everything is so difficult, so different, and so long before you find the one you're meant to be with.

Maybe that's why for 22 years, I have been single. Sure, there were guys being linked to me. The thing is...I just haven't met the one yet. I haven't met that one boy who could make my heart skip a beat, who could make me blush by the way he smiles, who could make me feel like I'm that one girl he's interested in. And even if I wish I knew who he is or where he is, I'll always end up telling myself, "In time, you'll know it's him."

Am I making any sense at all? I think so.

I've always believed that falling in love is not as easy as people say it is. In my mind, before you fall in love, you meet a guy, become friends with him, and build that strong foundation. And when you do fall in love, you're just sure that he's the person you see yourself with -- dancing, singing, holding hands. Then after you fall in love, you just thank God everyday. You just have that inexplicable yet wonderful feeling of waking up each morning knowing he is yours and you are his.

1 Corinthians 13:13 says, "There are three things that remain - faith, hope, and love - and the greatest of these is love."

I have prayed to God about the person I want to be with. Call me too religious, call me too corny. Whoever I end up with, I know it was because I prayed to God so He could bring him to me. When the time is right, I know he will find me. Because God would lead him to me.

Now that I think about it, I realized the possibilities of it all. Maybe we have yet to meet. Maybe we're already friends. Maybe he's someone I didn't expect. Maybe he's more than I imagined him to be.

Who knows...maybe he's reading this right now.


Until then,

My Dreams Came True.

I never thought that it could happen. Not ever! I was absolutely beyond belief, in my mind, I had to reassure myself that I was awake.

Since I was 18, there were two things I've wanted to own: a black leather jacket and a pair of knee high boots. Call me crazy, but I just wanted to have those. Not to impress anybody but I was always a fan of that edgy-chic fashion. I have always imagined I would be walking around wearing those boots, with everybody staring in amazement. Haha! I imagined I would be hanging out with a couple of friends wearing my leather jacket and my friends would say, "Wow Marge! Fashionista!" I've always felt that I could carry myself well with that style. And now, my dream of donning the leather jacket and knee high boots is a reality.

My godparents are on a two-week vacation from Australia and they have surprised me with the best gifts in the world! They bought me the perfect black leather jacket and gave me not one, but two pairs of boots -- one ankle high and the other knee high. I was in great shock! It felt so good trying them on (despite the fact that it was a wee bit hot in Dudad's place where I tried them on for a couple of seconds). Perfect. Just perfect. There are no other words to describe how great it was to see them on me. I couldn't wait to wear them! Hell -- I was actually dreading to take them off me! But I knew I had to take them off. It's not nice to flaunt them, you know. Hehe...

I can't help it...I'm just so happy to have the jacket and the boots. Wonder why? Ask no more. Just take a look at the pictures...then maybe you'll understand.

Need I say more?


Till my next blog entry,

Unexpected (A Letter to the One I'm Meant to be with)

Life is so unpredictable. Changes always come along, in big or small ways. I don't know what happened that this sudden change has turned my world upside down. I don't know exactly what it is; it just hit me, but there is something really special about you.

It might be all the things I see on the surface -- the things that everyone notices and admires about you, qualities, capabilities and a wonderful smile obviously connected to a warm and loving heart. These things set you apart from everyone else. But it may also be the big things...the person you really are that I hope to know more someday. And it might also be the little things...the way you walk and all your actions. I receive so much joy just being able to see a smile in your eyes. If I ever figure out the magic that makes you so special, I'd probably find out that it's a combination of all these things. You are a rare combination of so many special things. You are really amazing.

Inside of me there is a place where my sweetest dreams reside, where my highest hopes are kept alive, where my deepest feelings are felt and where my favorite memories are safe and warm. I find that you're on my mind more often than any other thought. Sometimes I bring you there purposely just to make my day brighter. But more often, you surprise me and find your own ways into my thoughts. There are even times when I awaken, I realize that you've been a part of my dreams. Then during the day, when my imagination is free to run, it takes me into your arms and allows me to linger there knowing there's nothing I'd rather do. I know my thoughts are only reflecting the loving hopes of my heart because whenever they wander, they always take me to you.

Only the most special things in my world get to come inside my heart and stay. And now, I realize how deeply my life has been touched by you.


Yours forever,

A Conversation I Never Thought I'd Have.

It's me, myself and I -- to hell with the world!

Those were the words that kept playing in my head after a conversation I had with someone I never thought I'd ever talk to about certain things. Those, my dear readers, are the words of my very wise professor, Mr. Eric Bugaoan.

It was like a big step for me to finally contact people from college to let them know I was still here. For months, I thought I would be able to just close that door and live my life...as if nothing happened. But of course something did happen. I can't change that -- no matter how much I want to. It was as if fate made it happen. That after the long months I have been out of reach to these people, I would finally get the chance to talk to them again. Then again, I'd rather think that I made it happen. Not fate. I guess I was ready to open up to these people, which is why I finally decided that I reconnect with them.

I had meetings scheduled this afternoon. We are starting the traveler's guide to Boracay and since my boss is busy with the August-September issue of InFlight, I was put in charge on the guidebook. And since I was doing business out of the office, I met up with my professor after I did my errands. We met up at Powerplant, a place I haven't been to for a long time. Sitting comfortably by the corner in McDonald's, I caught a glimpse of the man I haven't seen since four months ago. My professor.

Never in a million years did I expect that I would be talking to my professor about the "incident." Maybe because I've always thought of him as my professor and just that. It never crossed my mind that he could simply be a friend I can talk to. True enough, he was that. Throughout our conversation, I didn't feel that it was really a conversation between a teacher and a student. We were just two people; a friend giving words of wisdom, words of encouragement to a friend in need. I may not have been too vocal as Sir Eric would have wanted me to, but Lord knows how grateful I am for the short time we have spoken to each other.

Everything he said made perfect sense. I've heard it from my parents before. Maybe I just suppressed it so much and hearing it once again just brought everything back. Tears were welling up in my eyes, just waiting for me to let it all run down my cheek. Sir Eric pointed out, I was selfish. I was too selfish to share the weight of the world; too selfish to share my problems. "Life is too serious to be taken seriously," he said. "It's me, myself and I -- to hell with the world!"

He was right! I cared too much of everyone else, I leave little or none at all for myself. I was too good of a person, he claimed. I needed to be a little meaner than my usual self.

After that talk, I felt like a heavy weight was lifted off my shoulders. It was finally the beginning of that closure I was looking for. I'm finally starting to make peace with others. And maybe by the time that ends, I'll be able to make peace with myself.

So here's my blog entry.

Dedicated to a professor turned friend.

Blogging During Lunch Break.

Maybe some of you may think that this is totally uncalled for. Blogging while in the office, when I should be doing work. Well, I disagree. I disagree a lot. First of all, it's my lunch break, which means I can do anything during my free time. Second, there's absolutely no rule about blogging in the office.

This impulse to blog was prompted by my very dear friend Jan Silan, who just posted his latest entry in his blog a few hours ago (note: go and check out his blog at I Am Jan Silan). So thanks to him, I am once again adding a new entry here.

Working in SEAIR has been a blast since I started. Maybe it's because I love what I'm doing, maybe it's the people who I get along with...or maybe it's because I've already met celebrity or two in the office. All of these reasons are just the peak of the iceberg. I may be a newbie but working here, being entrusted with interviews and client calls tell me that I am good at what I'm doing. It may seem arrogant to you, my readers and fellow bloggers, but I am simply proud of the fact that I have this job.

It's a very time consuming job, true. But I wouldn't really say I'm so busy I have no time to have fun anymore. Believe me, even during work hours, I get the chance to log in my YM, Skype and GTalk. Not that I am such a lazy person that I don't get work done. Logging in these accounts is a necessity. I chat with potential sponsors and contributors through YM; GTalk is where I let my bosses know about the developments in the magazine and whatnot; and Skype is where I talk to the editor-in-chief, since she's based in London.

But it's really exciting! Everything I imagined it to be, honestly...maybe even more. I love coming into the office where people greet me, "Good morning, Ma'am Margie." I like looking at my to-do list and see that I actually have tons of things to do. I even have take home work today. But that's all right, it's a Friday today. I get to get off work early. Therefore, I get to have some fun...hahaha!

Commercial: As I am sitting here in my office space, Jasmin from Marketing just asked me to buzz her in YM.

The funny thing I hear a lot from people recently is there incessant pleading for me to give them free tickets to wherever. Hmph! Just because I work in an airline. Let's see what happens. *Evil laugh* Also, I recently found out that a few of my classmates have applied in SEAIR but I am the only one who's working here. I wonder why they applied in SEAIR. Oh well...let's see if I get to have them as my coworkers.

Time's up! Lunch break's over. Going back to work.


Signing off,





P.S. Belated happy birthday to my friend from Fine Arts, Francis Barican!