All I want

All I want is to sleep… is to have a LONG night sleep.

Photo taken by Gavin. He loves goofing around me whenever I’m asleep.

I work more than 12 hrs a day since my second day. I’m swamped with workloads plus the fact that  I have to extend more hours to learn both from Ben and through my own. After 12 days of working (weekends included) I have already worked overnight. I got home around 10:00am today and I’ll be reporting to work again later (It’s a non-working holiday today). The workload – it’s tremendous. I was looking forward for the lean season, but I remember that there is no lean season. I’m not complaining. I’m not. I really asked for something that will keep me very busy. I want to keep myself occupied. But if your work includes things that will make you remember of the things you’re trying to avoid to remember or to think about, it’s futile.

But I’m happy with my work and especially with my workmates. They are all so fun to be with. It is just that I am a such a sleepyhead  and I find it hard to work properly whenever I lack sleep.

I do hope that when I have already cope up with the process and all that jazz so I can reduce work hours without compromising productivity. I can be as hardworking a ever but I need and want long sleep too.

Off topic: 25 days before Christmas!!! Wooohooo! ‘Tis the season to be jolly. Fa la la la la, la la la la.

:))

xx,

G

The start of the monthly hangout

superfriends

Photo from Jewel

11/25/11. It was our first time to hangout since we have started working. I’m so proud of my friends! They all landed on a very nice job with good compensation and most of all – in a good company. Can I include myself too? :] It’s kind of funny that the non-working gals are the one wearing corporate attires. We forgot to mention that it’s dress-down Friday. :] I’m also proud for my friends who are continuing to BSA – our soon to be CPAs, the other one who is preparing herself for law school and Zac who will be graduating on March.

It was a fun-filled night. I can’t remember the last time I laughed that hard. We never ran out of stories to tell and things to laugh about. It made us miss college so much. Please bring me back to college. :]

We’re all so blessed. I believe we are all exactly where we are supposed to be. I wish all my friends success and happiness in life.

xoxo,

G

(anonymous)

In a brief conversation, a man, speaking to a woman, was out to pursue the question, “What kind of man are you looking for?”

She sat quietly for a moment before looking him in the eye and asked, “Do you really want to know?”
Reluctantly, he said, “Yes” as she began to expound…

“As a woman in this day and age, I am in a position to ask a man what he can do for me that I can’t do for myself.

I pay my own bills.

I take care of my household without the help of any man- or woman for that matter. I am in the position to ask, ‘What can you bring to the table?'”

The man looked at her. Clearly he thought that she was referring to money.

She quickly corrected his thought and stated, “I am not referring to money… I need something more. I need a man who is striving for perfection in every aspect of life.”

He sat back in his chair, folded his arms, and asked her to explain.

She said,

“I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection Mentally. I need conversation and mental stimulation. I don’t need a simple-minded man.

I am looking for someone who is striving for perfection Spiritually because I don’t need to be unequally yoked… Believers mixed with unbelievers is a recipe for disaster.

I need a man who is striving for perfection Financially because I don’t need a financial… burden.

I am looking for someone who is Sensitive enough to understand what I go through as a woman, but Strong enough to keep me grounded.

I am looking for someone who I can Respect. In order to be submissive, I must respect him. I cannot be submissive to a man who isn’t taking care of his business. I have no problem being submissive… He just has to be worthy.

God made woman to be a helpmate for man. At this, I can’t help a man if he can’t help himself.”

When she finished her spill, she looked at him. He sat there with a puzzled look on his face, and exclaimed, “You’re asking for a whole lot!”

To which she gracefully replied…

“Only if you think I’m not WORTH a lot.”

My grannies

Grannies

We visited the grave of my paternal grandmother and great grandmother during the All Souls Day. The photo was taken years ago, the gravestone looks a lot better now. :] I wasn’t able to meet my grannies but I have heard a lot of pretty good things about them, especially pops’ mom- Lola Lily (Liwayway). Based from what I’ve heard, my Lola Lily is loving, nice and simple. Everyone loves her. I wanna name my future daughter after her and hopefully, my future Lily will blossom like her greatgrandma. I wish I had the time to know her. But I guess she has reached out for me through her sister, my Mama Baby. Being the fourth child, my parents weren’t enthusiastic to take care of me as a baby like the first ones. So when I was newly born, I was delivered to Mama Baby and she was the one who took good care of me and she pampered me with so much love and things didn’t change as I grow up. I miss her so much. No one has ever taken care of me like Mama Baby. I miss her huge hugs. I miss the way she spoils me. Whenever I’m having troubles, I always pray to her. I love my grannies even those whom I wasn’t able to see.

And I know they love me too.

On our way back home from the cemetery in Marikina, we happen to pass by a street full of vendors selling these food. From afar, we couldn’t identify what it is. We thought it’s macaroons. We got so curious so we stopped at one of the stores and bought a small bilao of it. It’s Puto (rice cake) with cheese on top sporting a different shade of color like a kutsinta. I’m addicted to puto and kutsinta and this is the best so far! (: I googled it immediately after to know what it’s called – the Marikina’s Puto! (Haha!) I’m craving for it again.

Marikina PutoSource here

My grannies brought me there.

(:

xoxo,

G

The One That Got Away

When Katy Perry’s new song – The One That Got Away was released, it immediately trended on Twitter. I then remembered the story I wrote with Tricia. I immediately dig my back-up files to look for it. We wrote it way back during our English Writing class on our freshmen year in college. Our professor asked us to group ourselves for our next seat-work and we were tasked to write a short story that will show flow of events. Before, group means just us – Tricia and I.   It was 14th of February then. Being single on that date made both of us ummm… not sad but rather feeling eeewwy with all the couples getting so sweety everywhere. But partly, somewhere down our thoughts and feelings, we’re asking ourselves when are we going to have that cheesy sh*t too. :] So, that’s where we got our inspiration in writing and the story The One That Got Away was the result.  A lot of things happened during our college days. I had a boyfriend and Tricia had her love moments as well though a little different from me. In short, we did fall in love. But as college ended we were back on the same state as how we started. Well, that’s life. At least even from the start, Tricia and I both know that we can’t always have our happy ending. But I believe that there’s gotta be magic somewhere. Just believe. There’s gotta be magic.

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I’m sharing the story by the way. Here it is:

The One That Got Away

The soft music from the radio is playing while I stand by the window. At the side, I could make out my dress laid neatly on the bed. It’s a wonderful dress with its silky fabric and its stunning style. Finding it was difficult for I want everything to be perfect for this day. I think about him as I look out into the busy street below. I could hear the other guest bustling outside my room. I can tell that they’re excited about the wedding. I could understand them after all it’s a big day. I’m having goose bumps and my stomach is full of butterflies. I can’t believe this day is happening. To think that 6 years ago, I was 17 when I met him.

flashback…
It was my cousin’s birthday bash then. He had the restaurant completely shut down for us. The lights were wildly dancing and the place was packed of griding people. It wasn’t a good day so I was left sitting in the bar and downing my nth drink. Soon, I was feeling hazy and hot. Then, I found myself loudly proposing for a toast for my cousin’s special day. I could feel eyes on me, but I was too tipsy to care. The next day, the first day of the second semester, I was sitting in a bench in the UST alumni walkway when someone, wearing a neat Architecture uniform, sat beside me. I discreetly looked around and saw that the other benches in the walkway were taken. I looked up and saw the Archi-guy smiling boyishly at me. I remember him saying he remembered me from my cousin’s birthday bash last night and what’s horrible is that he also mentioned remembering my ‘oh-so’ loud display of drunken madness. With cheeks flaming furiously, I asked him why I didn’t see him from last night. He gave a smirk and told me that he had to go somewhere else. I nodded and muttered that I was going to be late for class before quickly leaving. At that moment, I was deeply wishing that I’d never see that man again. It’s so embarrassing! But alas, the next day I found out that we belong to te same PE class. Since I was late and he was late too, we were partnered up for the warm-up exercises. Since I have no block mates or people I know in the PE class, this Archi-guy became my sole companion from 9 am, when the class started, to 11 am, when it ended, and until 3pm, when my class would start and he would go home. It soon became our routine every Tuesday morning and talking with him came as naturally as picking Accounting for my course. Soon, the semester ended and another year came but we never stopped being the close friends we are. The inevitable, too, happened – I fell so deeply in love with him.

For so long, I was so sure that a day would come that he would profess his undying love for me and he would knock me off my feet –  just like in the movies. And one faithful Valentines day, when the air was cold and love dominated everything, he called me. He said he needed me to go to the small Italian restaurant we always eat lunch in, Sicilian, so I immediately made my way to Dapitan street with my mind shouting that I would soon be getting my “happy ever after”. However, every detail or bit of my fairy tale crashed when he entered with a pretty petite gal in tow. Everything that followed was kind of blurry. Probably my mind made it that way to save me from all the pain that I would be feeling. What hurts most is he introduced me as his best friend to his girlfriend. I didn’t cry, however. All I did was smile and try to be a little bit happy for them. After all, having him as a friend is better than being complete strangers. However, that hope for that happy ending never vanished.


A couple of years later, here we are, the soft church song playing in the background. I watch him smile warmly at me before facing the altar. I never got that happy ending – not with him. Today is his wedding day with the girl he introduced me years back. I am happy, to say the least, that he found his happiness. I hear him proudly say ” I do ” and he turned to face his bride with love-filled eyes. “If anyone here knows why these two people should not be joined in holy matrimony, speak now or forever hold your peace” the priest said. For so long I believed I would be one to protest, but I am at peace with everything now. I know that she makes him happy in a way I wouldn’t been able to. I will always love him and that would never change. Love, for me, isn’t really about spending the rest of your lives together. It’s more about the intensity of your feeling and how far your willing to go for someone.

by

Tricia Bordado

Gem Gutierrez

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Every time I read the story it feels like I’m reading it for the first time. All the pain gets inside me every time I’m on the last part of the story. I guess our short story is very moving even for me.

HAPPINESS! That’s all we deserve. I hope everyone finds theirs, especially Tricia.

Love, I’m on you! (:

xoxo,

G

Ate Gold’s Baby Shower

I rushed to my sister’s baby shower on Friday after work but sadly, I missed the games already. It was what I was looking forward too. They had pin the sperm, name the baby celebrities, poop(chocolates) on the diaper and drinking contest in baby bottle.

ate goldI-got-the-bump-because-I-ate-all-the-food-look by Ate Gold. :)) Baloney!

games

giveaways!

Geez! I want to have my baby shower too! :)) Not soon. K?

xoxo,

G

First day

First day jitters! It’s completely nothing like my internships. It won’t be over for just a month. And in case I wouldn’t like the job I have to file a formal resignation and there’s a 30 day notice requirement. (Haha!) I tried to be as optimistic as I could but I’m freaking different now. I got freaking scared – anticipation. But when it all started I was confident enough – I’m so ready for this!

I’m starting a new chapter of my life. I’m all alone this time but I do hope to have new acquaintances.

But before we talk about meeting new acquaintances, my old friend Kamaye was as excited as a mom for me during my first day. She was excited to see me because we’ll be in the same workplace although in different company. She visited me right away and she was so happy because it means more hangout for us. She was so like a proud mom she even took a photo of me at the lobby!

First day at work!

I wore pants for my first day because Pops was teasing me the day before asking me if  I will be wearing my gowns for work. Hmp! But I’m glad I was able to buy pants that fits me perfectly and I love the texture! But I only have one pants though.

Kamaye invited me for dinner after work to celebrate my first day. We headed to Ayala Triangle Park. It has awesome Christmas lights again for this year. Feeling the spirit of Christmas all over us. We dined at Omakase because we haven’t eaten there yet. It was a good pick. I love their food – the seaweed salad, tofu,  sushi, maki, tonkatsu and the dessert! I love Japanese food! It’s perfect for Kamaye and I since we eat relatively small amount of food. I like it whenever I get to try everything served on the table.

Omakase

Gem and Kamaye

I love her so much! Who needs a boyfriend when you have her? (Haha!) She calls me so often. Sometimes even just to tell me that she misses me already or sometimes just to update me with the happenings in her life like the new boys lurking around. You see, she has pretty long hair. Even during our primary and secondary schooling she’s like a mom who takes good care of me. That’s why I missed her when she was gone.  She has been in a hiatus for years.  I’m so glad she’s back in my radar now.

I’m very thankful for all my friends and for the new friends I’m going to have.

Cheers everyone!

xoxo,

G