GT: What We’re Willing to Do

I must admit that we are but into a complicated situation right now. While we enjoy each other’s company, while we love to be together is at the same load that we have to protect ourselves.

We are into “against all odds” drama. We are aware on how hard it is to go in contrast with the usual flow of life yet that’s the thing that gives us much of a challenge. We want to prove the world how we aspire to be on the right track. We do not intend to hurt anyone along the process. We initiate no harm.

As of the moment, we act more like friends almost similar to how we started as required by the situation; enough that we both know how much we love each other.

We both are willing to wait, even if it takes a lifetime. We are constantly praying for our relationship to remain at peace and harmony bonded by trust and affection that we have for each other.

 

I am Going to Be a CAT

It’s been nine years since I graduated from college with a degree of Bachelor of Science in Accountancy.  I have taken review studies twice, attempted taking the CPA board examination once yet I failed.

After fourteen straight years of studying, I miss to be in school. I miss the life of being a student. I have attended a lot of training and seminars before; most of them were subsidized by my previous employers while others were merely invitation of some related institutions.

This coming March 2011, I am bound to take another external training provided my current employer. It is a certification course I must take with seriousness as it has a test at the end of the program.

It is the Certified Accounting Technician – Level 1 which focuses on Bookkeeping to be conducted by the National Institute of Accounting Technicians.

 

 

 

GT: CHEESY, MUSHY



I never thought this V Day would become extra special as I usually do not celebrate it regardless if I do or do not have a partner. Believe it or not, I was surprised. It may seem to be the corniest act ever but I did appreciate what my man has done.

He did not go to work that day as he told me he has this intense headache which does not allow him to work. So the tiniest expectation in me has gone totally though I have a plan in mind for the night which I never told him. We seldom send text messages during the day as he spent much time sleeping. He really took sufficient time to rest.

On my way out of the office, I know he’d fetch me as that was what we have agreed. He waited for me outside the building and when I am about to ride on his motorcycle he asked me to scratch his back like he usually does and when I get my hand inside his shirt I had a touch of plastic in it – that’s when I get hold of a 3 red roses as his first valentine present. I was surprised indeed.

Then, he invited me to have a dinner with his mom. Not in a cozy restaurant but in a fast food, enough that we celebrate it in the simplest way we can. Prior to going to the venue of our dinner date, he said he’ll just go to the men’s room. He asked me to exchange bag with him as mine was a bit heavier than his. He requested me to put his jacket inside his bag and when I open it, there I saw a teddy bear. My face was painted with a smile and I was so happy to have received the second unexpected stuff from him.

I do love surprises. I mean I am crazy about unexpected gifts and goodies. I know that we are no longer in grade school for such but it really feels good to be recognized, be given the sweetest attention and be loved.

Right after we had our dinner, we went to a Nail Salon and both availed of pedicure to pamper ourselves.

And this is my share for this week’s GT.

I missed the fun of being here for quite some time now and I love to be back after all.

 

 

 

 

 

 

I LOVE GREEN

I just would like to acknowledge once more the stuff I got from one of the Managers here in our company. I simply won’t forget the thing as I got it by surprise.

I am not in close interaction with her as obviously she is a superior. More than an office mate she is my Facebook friend or a once in a while office meeting companion.

Until now I can’t get over on showing appreciation on what she has given me. As if she had known me for so long that she was able to retain in her memory my favorite color I have once shouted and posted in my profile.

Thank you Ma’am Edna Adriano.  Words aren’t enough to express my gratitude.

 

 

 

6 WAYS ON HOW MUSIC HAS HELPED AND IS HELPING ME

♫♪” And I don’t want the world to see me, ‘coz I don’t think that they’d understand. Where everything seems to be broken, I just want you to know who I am.” ♫♪

I love music even when it doesn’t seem to return the same interest on me as I am not a great singer – but I can sing somehow.

AS MY PLAYMATE

When I was just a little kid, we used to live in an isolated spot in our hometown where neighbors are 1km or more away from our house. Imagine how lonely it feels back then plus the fact that electricity was not yet available in the area. My uncle has told me that during those times my hobby was to sing out loud when darkness is about to fall. According to him, they don’t know the title and the tune of the songs I was singing, they were just happy hearing me having fun even when I was alone.

AS MY EXTRA TALENT

As trying hard as I am, since I really love to sing I am fond of joining choral groups in and out of the school during my elementary and high school days. I remember using my singing capability when I was campaigning for Student council. I even tried to sing solo in a commencement exercises once before.

AS MY REVIEW BUDDY

Back in college, I have discovered that I can study even better while there’s music playing to my ears.

AS MY NANNY IN ACTION

Lullabies play a big role in taking a baby to sleep, and that’s how music has helped me when Coi was still a baby. Until now, we still love to sing together as part of our bonding moments.

AS MY STRESS AND BOREDOM RELIEVER

Even when there are lot of reports and works lined up every day, with the help of music playing in my office laptop; it makes me not notice the bulks of task I have to accomplish.

AS MY FRIEND

Music has indeed become part of my life. Through happiness and sadness, it acts as my friend; helping me to release any kind of emotions I am dealing with. Whenever I am happy I sing, when I am sad I sing, when I feel empty those lyrics and melodies fill me up.

Music has become my constant companion and has never left me no matter how tough the time is. Music is my invisible buddy who knows me better than anybody else, only if it can speak.

Goodbye Sport Venues! Hello Blogosphere!

Lately, I am becoming less conscious about my body figure. I don’t care much on how I am getting bigger and bigger if I really do.
I have almost given up some of my sports activities. I no longer play badminton. Seldom have I played table tennis during lunch breaks. I have totally stopped on my morning jogging activities. Only my volleyball sessions once or twice a week remains.
To where did I spend much of my time lately? Well, well, well… Isn’t it actually, perceptibly and apparently obvious?
I have shifted myself back to writing again with the intention of earning dollars as well.=)

3 Major Benefits of Running for a Cause

Last October 10 of year 2010 when I tried to join a running activity but not as a runner but as a volunteer instead. That was my first time to witness such program joined by numerous people who really participated in running. Not to mention that it really has some added benefits – to save the Pasig River.
It is indeed an activity of multiple objectives.
photo from the internet
 YOU DO IT FOR FUN
Fun usually happens with people around you and since it is an activity for big delegation it is but impossible for you not to enjoy the event.
YOU DO IT FOR FITNESS
Some people join activities alike for personal health improvement as they want to get fit and fab along with friends as they share on the fun.
YOU DO IT TO HELP OTHERS
I guess this is the best rationale for you to catch up and participate on some fun runs. Aside from the enjoyment and healthy lifestyle which you might earn, you also get the chance to help – helping brothers and sisters in need and sometimes it is the earth, our environment which you aim to support while you also take pleasure in.
Next time, I would like to try to register as a participant and run not just to enjoy the benefits for myself but also for helping others.

Nice to be Back

I love it! ♥
I am glad that I was able to regain my enthusiasm to write.
Maybe I a bit disappointed on the qualifications of some internet advertiser but this won’t stop me to pursue my passion.
I really love sharing my thoughts and get even happier when people appreciates it.
On the other hand, it is indeed my best outlet. =)

Hopeless Romantic


Every time I fall in love I feel like I am in prison. Imprisoned by the thought of making every relationship I have been to work out just fine. That’s the reason why I am trying to endure every hardship and pain.

I am a risk-taker. Many times I have failed and got hurt, but I did not stop. I have taken more complicated situation and the risks along with it, even suffered from the consequences. Never have I been regretful about it because those moves were my choices, something I have decided upon. I am not proud about it either. I learned from it most probably but never did I swear of not doing things again.

Perhaps, I am a dreamer or an illusionist I may say.  I could also be that idealistic woman, envisioning things in its greatest sense no matter how hard it could be.

I remember a line in a movie I have seen with the leading lady saying “I am neither a whore nor a slut or a hooker; I am just a diehard romantic”.  She has the personality being misinterpreted by people who think that she is a playgirl but she’s not; till she met a man who has became her last and final love-the man who chose to live with her for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, till death pull them apart.

As what a popular quote says “I don’t care who became your first what’s important is that I am your last”.  With that I am still hoping that somebody will come to catch me when I fall, to listen to my sometimes non-sense thoughts, to believe in my capabilities, to understand my tantrums, to accept the real me – anything that I am, not wanting me to become what he wants me to become.

Haizt! Perceptibly I am now turning to becoming a hopeless romantic.