Sore

I really don’t get why some people, in their so-called competitisore-loserve nature, become so sour and sore when they experience some levels of failure that they don’t care if they piss off people around them. Why can’t they just enjoy the moment and not spoil it with being all so know-it-all and do-it-all? Worse, they think that reprimanding is equal to mentoring.

Ugh.

Sorry. Ranting. Will be back with a more positive post tomorrow.

Commuting Raves and Rants No. 2 – Butterflies in Her Stomach

I missed your blogging, H. 😛

Bridget Jones Is A Man

Today, October 29, 2010, is both a Friday AND the springboard to a long weekend. And as a commuter, you know the translation–lots of people going home to the province AND super mega heavy traffic.

As a veteran commuter, one should treat this type of Friday not just like any other Friday. One approaches it like Operation Desert Storm.  In anticipation of the long ride, I eat 4pcs of siomai, drink half a bottle of mineral water, buy a pack of peanuts, take a leak, prepare game console, and have a book ready (your backup in case your game console battery loses its life).

At the bus terminal, waiting for me was a queue that was gradually building up.  I waited for a full hour before the bus came.  Endured a full hour from Lawton to Quirino. And an hour and a half more from Quirino to Laguna. I was…

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Bed talk

It is a strange feeling I have, being back in my room after two days of staying away to be with H. It has been quite a routine for 12 years now and I have owned this place for just as long and yet my room still feels unfamiliar at times. It is like I get better sleep in H’s place and I tend to wake up quite easily when I’m in my own bed.

It is probably the comfort of not just the bed, but the feeling of warmth that you get from sleeping with the one you love.  The familiar snoring sounds you find soothing. The slight movements that sway you to sleep. And waking up to a drooling man beside you. Gross and adorable at the same time.

These sensations I try to take with me every time I am back home and alone in my own bed, but I fail to replicate them. Obviously.

And so I look forward to the next weekend where I leave this single bed, to the comfort of another room of my second home, to happily snore away in H’s embrace.

 

Back to my sanctuary (I Hope)

Okay so I posted earlier this morning that I will have a rebirth of this blog. Soon.

So the soon thing is kinda now. I think.

I realized that Facebook has almost killed blogging for some (if not most) of my blog friends. And now that Facebook is slowly killing us with the toxicity it now brings, it is probably time for me to return to blogging. This has been (or will always be) the sanctuary of my thoughts (and rants) and while FB offers the network that my current blog never had, I actually like the “distance” that it has now. I doubt it if people will be reading about this post anytime soon, but I don’t care anymore.

Also, I can moderate posts here, so there’s that freedom. 😛 Continue reading “Back to my sanctuary (I Hope)”

Investing!

investingIt must be the age. Lately I have been thinking so much about saving for my future. I am not getting any younger, and quite frankly I don’t see myself becoming a millionaire anytime soon, especially with my measly salary.

But nonetheless, the desire to save up for my retirement fund is growing everyday. So I started to research on easy-to-do-and-understand investment/financing stuff so that once I have the money to do the initial investment, I can easily decide. Informed choice if you will.

And so after so many days googling on the stock market, mutual funds, VUFs and the like, I finally took the plunge and got for myself a UITF, or a Unit Investment Trust Fund.

I have yet to claim my first certificate of participation through BDO, my UITF provider, since my initial investment is already eligible. For the next few months and years I will have to invest more on this fund so that hopefully, by retirement age, I will be financially comfortable.

There are many resources around the interwebs where you can research on the benefits of investing for the future, and what channels are best for your needs. One thing is for sure, the best time to invest is NOW.

Speaking of investing, I really should invest on regularly updating this blog! Hopefully the high I’m getting from this initial investment will roll over to my blogging. Fingers crossed. 😛

Just my Luck

The day started out pretty badly. The venue of the convention I attended to was so far from where I live, I had to travel 2 hours to the city, and walk at least 300 meters from the MRT to the hotel. Conference participants didn’t care if their mobile phones rang loudly or how they answered just as loud and disturbed the whole plenary session. Add to that my lack of comprehension of scientific and clinical terms on TB. I’m a development communications graduate, not a nurse and definitely not a doctor.

But as fate would have it, the day ended weirdly, as I won the grand prize of P20,000 for the raffle that was drawn at the end of the conference. How ironic can it get? I was complaining the whole time, and yet I won the prize in the conference I “hated”.

My father (bless his soul) used to be very lucky in raffles, coming home from abroad with a television and a stereo system he won. Guess luck is in the genes?

Still I’m very thankful. Extra money to pay for important obligations could not have come at a more perfect time. I’d still have to share my small blessings with my colleagues, friends and family. A simple lunch or dinner is surprisingly enough to satisfy everyone. More bang for the buck, I guess,

Have a great weekend everyone!