Monday, September 1, 2014
Sunday, June 22, 2014
Shoppping @ Aeropostale
Venue: Aeropostale L2 Eastwing Shangri-la Plaza Manila
Date: June 21, 2014
Aeropostale has been around in the Philippines for one year but it was my first time to visit a branch in manila. For one, Tricia Gosingtian was gonna be there to give some style tips, and I am a big fan. I really wanted to meet her again after the book-signing event. Secondly, they're having this event on instagram, where you post your photo holding their paperbag.
So my aunt and I went to check it out. We thought we might as well try to participate in the IG event.
It was about an hour an a half drive from home to Shangri-La. We left a later than I had wanted to and arrived at the site all hungry. We had our lunch before finally going around the mall to find the shop. I hadn't been to Shang in years! I think the last time was when my other aunt, who is currently in the US, brought us there to shop and eat. Anywho, I managed to find our way and found the Aeropostale branch easily.
I saw this cutie right when I entered the shop. How awesome is this dog ornament? It pulled the look off like crazy!
The evening was also made even better with macaroons and drinks! The shop even put out some bread sticks for their customers who might get a little hungry after shopping till they drop. The food was really good!
And so, after the talk, we had the usual photo session with Tricia. I also got to talk to her a little before we went home. I would have loved to stay there forever but we still had a long ride home. It was like a dream being able to talk to my idol btw!!! She is so sweet, humble, and funny. She was really interesting and she displayed her ideas on different topics well. I am becoming more and more of a fan than I already am. I hope that I'll be able to talk to her again next time.
Date: June 21, 2014
Aeropostale has been around in the Philippines for one year but it was my first time to visit a branch in manila. For one, Tricia Gosingtian was gonna be there to give some style tips, and I am a big fan. I really wanted to meet her again after the book-signing event. Secondly, they're having this event on instagram, where you post your photo holding their paperbag.
So my aunt and I went to check it out. We thought we might as well try to participate in the IG event.
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| Heading off! |
The shop has a really inviting vibe in it. I saw some really cute outfits and also had some unforgettable memories.
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| "I'm fabulous!" |
I tried several pieces on and managed to score a few. I think I'll be shopping here again next time.
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| This dressing room will never have me ever again. |
When I was trying some clothes on in this very dressing room, I forgot to lock the door. Someone peeked in but it's good I was dressed already. And when I did managed to lock it, I had trouble going out. I was on the verge of making a scene when I found out the trick to opening it. Next time, I'll just go and try things on at the girls' room.
Now, going to the highlight event of that evening, I was sort of late because I was paying my bills. My aunt and I were still able to get to the good parts of the program.
I got some very useful styling tips here and I will defiinite apply it next time I go out. I want to put more effort on how I look since I've been pretty much laid-back all my life. One could easily see me as a little sloppy because of what I was wearing.
The evening was also made even better with macaroons and drinks! The shop even put out some bread sticks for their customers who might get a little hungry after shopping till they drop. The food was really good!
And so, after the talk, we had the usual photo session with Tricia. I also got to talk to her a little before we went home. I would have loved to stay there forever but we still had a long ride home. It was like a dream being able to talk to my idol btw!!! She is so sweet, humble, and funny. She was really interesting and she displayed her ideas on different topics well. I am becoming more and more of a fan than I already am. I hope that I'll be able to talk to her again next time.
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| I can't believe I didn't introduce myself...OTL |
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Mom's Independence Day
June 12, 2006, there was no class. I was in 2nd year high school and for the me that time, the school year had just begun. I spent the day enjoying my hobbies, working on my homework, you know the usual stuff. My uncle and grandmother from my mom's side visited us from Canada a month before and was nearing their departure.
My mother had been hospitalized a few days before because her symptoms have been worsening. She had breast cancer and it already metastasized to her lungs and bones, meaning it already spread to other organs. We paid her a visit some while back but as she had told us before she became ill, she did not want us missing out on our studies if ever something happens to her. My brothers and I were attending school just like normal, not letting our classmates, teachers, and even friends know of our family situation. That was until that evening.
I've never stayed up late for unnecessary things before I entered college so I was in bed at 8pm. I was about to enter dreamland when I was woken up quite aggressively by my eldest brother. I had heard some noises but I was reluctant to wake up. I wanted to be in my dreamland. Again, I was shaken this time with a stern command. When I opened my eyes, I saw my grandmother at the head of the bed and she was holding a handkerchief over her mouth and nose. She was sobbing, her eyes were red, and her cheeks have turned red. I knew that something happened and she told me that my mom was no longer with us.
We rode a cab to the hospital. My grandmother was narrating my mom's final moments as I watch the vehicle pass through the familiar roads which oddly seemed new to me that particular evening. According to her, mom was supposedly sleeping when my dad and my uncle was about to have their dinner. They heard her make some sort of sigh and then it was followed by the machine's alarm going off. It was a cardio-pulmonary arrest. They hurried home to fetch us so that we could see, touch, speak to her one more time.
When we got to the hospital room my mom was in, I saw her lying silently or better yet peacefully. My dad urged us to come nearer and told us that that would be the last we're ever going to be able to touch her. I knew that. I needn't be told. I kissed her forehead, whispered the words "I love you" even though I knew all her senses would be gone by then. I was hoping that they would still be conveyed somehow. That time, I know I should accept things. Everyone will someday perish.
To give some time to grieve, we missed school for a week. Every night tears would stream down my face because I regretted a lot of things. I wished I never did the things I did when we fought. I wish I didn't told her things that made her sad. I wished I told her I love her more. I wished I had kissed her even when she didn't ask for it. I wished she didn't had the disease. I wished she hadn't left us. But it was already there. I had to face reality and accept it.
After a week of being absent, my friends dropped by. They saw me and brothers watching anime. I guess that was how we coped back then. Distracting ourselves, acting tough, trying to smile. I still remember that it was Naruto putting smiles on our faces. Upon witnessing this scene, my friends called me outside to talk a little. They told me that they thought I would be more depressed. Oh how they didn't know how much really. I asked how they knew. It seemed we were like celebrities at school. The whole school knew. I was just grateful for their sympathy but at that time, I knew something in me changed. It must be how I looked at the world. I still have my dad and my brothers but being the only girl in the family without my mom sucked. They didn't understand my needs and I had to deal with my problems myself. I had to adapt.
On the day of the cremation, my relatives were going on and on about how tough we were for we did not shed any tears during the ceremony. Personally, I thought I had wept out all the tears I had the days before. Every night. I just didn't want to let people know. I hated looking weak. I had to be strong to move forward.
June 12, 2014, 8 years had passed and a lot of things happened. I know I am still not over everything. I don't think I will ever be over it. I can only carry it all the way to the end until we're reunited again. As our country rejoice and celebrated this day as our independence day from the foreign oppressors, our family also remembers this day as mom's independence day. Today marks the day she was freed from all the sufferings brought about by her disease. She was released from the shackle of cancer.
My mother had been hospitalized a few days before because her symptoms have been worsening. She had breast cancer and it already metastasized to her lungs and bones, meaning it already spread to other organs. We paid her a visit some while back but as she had told us before she became ill, she did not want us missing out on our studies if ever something happens to her. My brothers and I were attending school just like normal, not letting our classmates, teachers, and even friends know of our family situation. That was until that evening.
I've never stayed up late for unnecessary things before I entered college so I was in bed at 8pm. I was about to enter dreamland when I was woken up quite aggressively by my eldest brother. I had heard some noises but I was reluctant to wake up. I wanted to be in my dreamland. Again, I was shaken this time with a stern command. When I opened my eyes, I saw my grandmother at the head of the bed and she was holding a handkerchief over her mouth and nose. She was sobbing, her eyes were red, and her cheeks have turned red. I knew that something happened and she told me that my mom was no longer with us.
We rode a cab to the hospital. My grandmother was narrating my mom's final moments as I watch the vehicle pass through the familiar roads which oddly seemed new to me that particular evening. According to her, mom was supposedly sleeping when my dad and my uncle was about to have their dinner. They heard her make some sort of sigh and then it was followed by the machine's alarm going off. It was a cardio-pulmonary arrest. They hurried home to fetch us so that we could see, touch, speak to her one more time.
When we got to the hospital room my mom was in, I saw her lying silently or better yet peacefully. My dad urged us to come nearer and told us that that would be the last we're ever going to be able to touch her. I knew that. I needn't be told. I kissed her forehead, whispered the words "I love you" even though I knew all her senses would be gone by then. I was hoping that they would still be conveyed somehow. That time, I know I should accept things. Everyone will someday perish.
To give some time to grieve, we missed school for a week. Every night tears would stream down my face because I regretted a lot of things. I wished I never did the things I did when we fought. I wish I didn't told her things that made her sad. I wished I told her I love her more. I wished I had kissed her even when she didn't ask for it. I wished she didn't had the disease. I wished she hadn't left us. But it was already there. I had to face reality and accept it.
After a week of being absent, my friends dropped by. They saw me and brothers watching anime. I guess that was how we coped back then. Distracting ourselves, acting tough, trying to smile. I still remember that it was Naruto putting smiles on our faces. Upon witnessing this scene, my friends called me outside to talk a little. They told me that they thought I would be more depressed. Oh how they didn't know how much really. I asked how they knew. It seemed we were like celebrities at school. The whole school knew. I was just grateful for their sympathy but at that time, I knew something in me changed. It must be how I looked at the world. I still have my dad and my brothers but being the only girl in the family without my mom sucked. They didn't understand my needs and I had to deal with my problems myself. I had to adapt.
On the day of the cremation, my relatives were going on and on about how tough we were for we did not shed any tears during the ceremony. Personally, I thought I had wept out all the tears I had the days before. Every night. I just didn't want to let people know. I hated looking weak. I had to be strong to move forward.
June 12, 2014, 8 years had passed and a lot of things happened. I know I am still not over everything. I don't think I will ever be over it. I can only carry it all the way to the end until we're reunited again. As our country rejoice and celebrated this day as our independence day from the foreign oppressors, our family also remembers this day as mom's independence day. Today marks the day she was freed from all the sufferings brought about by her disease. She was released from the shackle of cancer.
Friday, May 23, 2014
Titus iDoodle 2014
***There was only depressing moments here so I went for a change of pace and tried joining an art contest~
TITUS iDOODLE 2014
May 23, 2014
3rd Floor, City Center
SM City North EDSA
My best friend and I had been into drawing since elementary and who knows when before that. We went into hiatus because of school but we still find some time to doodle around, mostly at the back of our notebooks or any sheet we could find.
I kind of dragged her into the Titus iDoodle contest so it's good that we both had a great time. It's kind of a bonding moment too because we haven't gone out for the whole day since forever...hahaha.
To register, you need to present a receipt worth at least 50php of Titus Pens. It was worth it since the ballpens we got would amount to 70+php. We were the 2nd and 3rd person to register for the event so we obviously got the entry numbers 2 and 3. Upon registration, we were given our kits & initial freebies, namely:
- Titus Pens (set of 10 colors)
- Mongol Pencil & Eraser
- A4 canvas
- Titus iDoodle Shirt
- Titus iDoodle lanyard
- Nametags
- Food Stubs
- Envelope to hold everything
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| HURRAY FOR FREEBIES!!! |
So, the contest started later than I expected but while waiting, I got the food and other freebies. Oh!!! It was during this time that my heart almost stopped. While distributing the pizza, one of the organizers actually placed it over my canvas and I immediately picked it up to place in another part of the table. Man, there were only a few of us on that table so the space was quite good but he just had to place it over my canvas. It stained a little but not obvious enough that it would be impossible to draw over it. Phew~ That was a relief. 1st challenge: Pizza Stain = CLEARED.
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| Stage~ Look at 'em very generous sponsors!! |
Before the theme for the event was announce, I jokingly said to my best friend, "We would be at a disadvantage if they say the theme is about the Philippines because we're fans of Japan". Talk about the angel's tongue...the theme was about our country. I had to think of what to draw...it was hard. I never drew much related to my country since high school. I thought of everything I could use. Spending my university days in the center of Manila's many tourist spots gave me most of the ideas I used for my work.
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| Our works!!! XD |
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| Mine (photo credit to beshy) |
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| Beshy's |
And thus the long wait for the winners' announcement began. The hosts spent some time asking some questions and giving out freebies to those who participated. They also gave some items to those who joined and posted a selfie + doodle on their (Titus Pens) facebook.
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| Here is the doodle I submitted with my selfie~ |
Everyone was asked to come up on stage. While they give out prizes, we were interviewed about our experiences with Titus Pens. The question was changed when it was my turn so I had to come up with something in that short period of time. 3rd Challenge: Q&A = CLEARED
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| We were interviewed while on stage (photo credit to beshy) |
The hosts really wanted to document every moment. A lot of photos was taken that day. I am definitely in some of them. Sorry for looking so haggard.
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| Photo with other selfie people after getting our gift bags~ (photo credit to beshy) |
The terrible and looooong wait was finally over!!! The time for judging has ended and now let the awards be given. They flashed the artist's work on the screen before announcing the name. After seeing the first few that made it into the finalists, I thought it would be impossible for me to be included. Oh was I wrong... I was taken by surprised when they suddenly flashed my work and called my name. I was drinking and went "whut?!" before I could let the fluid flow through my esophagus. That was a shock. Just when I had given up, something unbelievable happened.
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| With my fellow finalists. Yatta!!! (photo credit to beshy) |
We received a gift pack from Oishi, Arnott's Timtam, Smart C, Canson, Color & Co., HMT Comic Board, and cash prize. Those bags are filled with some awesome goodies! It was really hard to carry them around.
Special thanks to the awesome judges!
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| With our doodles~ (photo credit to beshy) |
So, I might not have made it into the top 3 but best 8 is enough. I had set my goals there and I got it! Thanks to God, my beshy, and everyone who supported me on this day. It's a real boost to my self-esteem right when I needed one.
Congratulations to the winners! I may not have a copy of your works but I have them all imprinted in my mind. I hope that you share your talents to the world. To the other doodlers out there, take a leap of faith! This was mine and next time might be yours~
Wednesday, May 7, 2014
Job Hunt & Emotional Turmoil - rant
It's been four months since the official announcement of those who passed the licensure examination. I started looking for a job the moment I got my license, which was two months ago. It feels like years had passed since then. I've received a lot of interview invitations from different companies but I did not get any from hospitals that were hiring during the time. Of course, I also applied in PGH but theirs is just for manpower pooling so even if I pass everything, I wouldn't get hired right away.
The search is really frustrating. I see some of my batchmates who are already working. I do not want to be boastful here but our performances in the board exam wasn't even the same. I was nearly questioned fate. Moreover, I nearly questioned myself. I know there are a lot of opportunities out there but I really want to get into a hospital. Any hospital will do as long as I get to do what I studied my life off. Last month was supposed to be the last month that I look for a hospital job. My dad and I agreed that I would apply as a trainee to a nearby hospital if I didn't get any offers by then. Only two of my applications seemed to have moved a bit forward. One was from OM and the other PGH. No guarantee of being hired...this depresses me.
This text must contain a lot of mumbo jumbo and does not really have a smooth flow. Well, what I am now is an emotional mess. I'm in my moon blood, papers are being rushed, my brother pissing me off with his mood swings mostly aimed at me, my cousin being a brat, needing money, not eating as much, jobless, peers drifting off into their own worlds, my life sucks.
The only thing I appreciate right now is the fan book my aunt gave me. It gives me comfort and even if just temporarily, it washes away all of these unnecessary thought.
Yes, I am escaping. It's like a defense mechanism for me not to revert the way I was, using pain to feel the warmth of life, smiling outside and crying inside.
//rant
The search is really frustrating. I see some of my batchmates who are already working. I do not want to be boastful here but our performances in the board exam wasn't even the same. I was nearly questioned fate. Moreover, I nearly questioned myself. I know there are a lot of opportunities out there but I really want to get into a hospital. Any hospital will do as long as I get to do what I studied my life off. Last month was supposed to be the last month that I look for a hospital job. My dad and I agreed that I would apply as a trainee to a nearby hospital if I didn't get any offers by then. Only two of my applications seemed to have moved a bit forward. One was from OM and the other PGH. No guarantee of being hired...this depresses me.
This text must contain a lot of mumbo jumbo and does not really have a smooth flow. Well, what I am now is an emotional mess. I'm in my moon blood, papers are being rushed, my brother pissing me off with his mood swings mostly aimed at me, my cousin being a brat, needing money, not eating as much, jobless, peers drifting off into their own worlds, my life sucks.
The only thing I appreciate right now is the fan book my aunt gave me. It gives me comfort and even if just temporarily, it washes away all of these unnecessary thought.
Yes, I am escaping. It's like a defense mechanism for me not to revert the way I was, using pain to feel the warmth of life, smiling outside and crying inside.
//rant
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