FB post

So funny to read a post in my FB page from a college friend. They were making "chismis" bout me. Here's the post from Winnie, she now prefers to be called Liana. But I will call her Winnie parin. This post made my day yesterday. I was so badtrip, but when I read this I was laughing my ass off. Miss these two girls. Haven't hang out with both of them for a very long time!

DELVA ROSE: WALANG GANANG MAG-DRESS (THE FULL ACCOUNT OF A CONVERSATION OCCURED BETWEEN HER TWO COLLEGE FRIENDS NAMELY "Jena" and "Liana")

Liana: si delva walang

ganang magdress si teh 3:49pmJena: baka next week malandi ako ulit ay oo angdelva 3:49pmLiana: haha true 3:49pm
Jena: laging walang

gana mag-dress at mag-tube 3:49pm
Liana: baka bibililang kape e magddress

pa si te haha 3:49pm
Jena: TAMA!hindi,
pupulot lang ng

alikabok, magdedress pa 3:50pm
Liana: hahaha kalokayun alikabok ... eto hihinga lang

magdedress pa !!!! hahahaha sana nakikita
niya tong mga chismis

natin sa kanya hahaha
Jena: oo dali dali!hahahha
HENCE, THIS

POST(BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA relentlessly) Love you delvs!!! haha!!!

DL: Their exchange of msgs is kind of magulo and so full of kabaklaan. So...US! Laveet!

Winnie-Jena-DL

This is most decent pic I could find of us. Taken when SM The Block was still the in place to go in the north! Lol. So miss you girls!

xoxo, d

3 S in Subic

Sun, Sand and Sea in Subic!!!!

And not to mention, discussions on how to make the boss, oopps, the company I mean richer!

We had a great time. I just wish everyone was there with us.

Notice how we're addicted to jump shots? Good thing Michael C. was with us, he's our official photographer. Is it too much to ask for FM to do this every month. For R & R. Rested bodies tend to be more productive, you know? Lol :)

So can't wait for Summer this year. I have a couple of plans lined up. I hope they're not all drawing, if you know what I mean! :)

Commercial kuno :)

Kunwari sikat na blogger ako and a lot of people are visiting my site! Lol :-))

Just want to share a (relatively) new drink in the market. It's Peak juice!! It's an anti-stress drink with L-carnitine. It comes three different variants: Calamansi, Mango and Four Season. My personal fave is the four seasons flavour. I think it's better than more popular juice drinks out there. Sure, their packaging is not all that great (an opinion I've mentioned twice with the owner) and if you're not too familiar with the product, you might not be too keen on getting one from the shelf. But as the cliche adage goes, dont judge a book by it's cover. Yikes, that's really corny. Seriously though, it's a delicious juice drink. And I'm not just saying that because they're a client.

You can find this product in Rustan's groceries, Shopwise, Ever Gotesco, South Supermarket and Gaisano groceries.

If you happen to do your shopping in any of these groceries, please buy a bottle. And do watch their TVC below. :-))

No more waiting...

This picture reminds me so much of an entry I've posted in my multiply almost seven months ago.

There are times when I would find myself thinking why I'm here.

Sometimes feel like a pawn in a chess match God is playing. Like I'm just watching as the king and queen are making they're most amazing moves while all I can do is go one step front, one step back. Sometimes I feel like the name you see crawl up on the screen after a movie. For five seconds, your name is there for everyone to read only no one actually pays attention to the credits. Sometimes I'm the hamster who keeps running in the little circle. I run, run, run but when I stop I'm in the exact same place.

I love my job. I get to leave the office when I want to. I get paid to meet a lot of people which for me is not considered work but a treat. Attend events. It's advertising world, how could it not be fun? I can picture myself getting old in this industry.

But there are times when I would question what's the point of all this. Who am I helping? Companies brain washing consumers into buying their stuff. Should I be a lawyer like the ones who have gone before me? But even that seems like a lost cause for me. I don't see myself wearing a hard hat with a blue print on my head deciding whether we should put an arc in the opening of the building or not. There are times I think that becoming a doctor or a nurse at the very least would be my best bet coz you get to save lives but then I remember I could barely look at a needle being inserted in my skin to my vein let alone do that to a stranger. My gag reflex is not built for all the episodes in a hospital. Maybe a psychologist or counsellor? Although I don't think that someone whose best friend is Repression should be even giving pieces of advice. I could totally hear myself, "You're a wimp, bottle it up! If you make yourself believe you're okay, you ARE okay. No need to deal with that emotions. Lock it up in a box and push it at the back of your mind." Tsk tsk. Maybe a missionary? But my track record would totally go against what I'll be preaching. I'm probably the most confused "Christian" you'll ever meet. I'm running out of ideas here.

I wish have an ending to this. Like a bulb have just lighted and I know exactly what to do... but I have none up my sleeve.

Then again, I'm like the stock market. Fluctuating. Tomorrow, I'll probably even wonder why I considered other jobs because I was made to be in advertising. Then the day after that, I'll be staring at the ceiling asking Bro if I'm just here on earth as part of His plan for other people or if He really has something especially for me. I know what His Word says and I know I should believe that He has plans for me and I do (I told you I'm the most confused believer...ever). It's just that sometimes, I'm just tired of waiting. Like I'm in a long line and I keep craning my neck to see the beginning of the line but all I can see is a never ending stream of heads.

I felt so lost then...I was waiting for something great to happen. Maybe I wasn't ready then. But I know I am now. So Lord, bring it on! I just can't wait for all Your promises to come true! I want that "S-curve" :)

You're probably wondering what that S-curve is, huh? Will tell you more some other time! :)

xoxo, d

Because...

You know exactly how to make me smile. You pacify every anxiety and doubts. You have a way of making everything rainbow-y. You seem to be who I need now. But not everything that feels right is right. In our secret world, it's a match heaven bound. But sooner or later we have to get out of that make-believe world. And I'm afraid we're not strong enough to make it out in the real world.

We've had enough drama. Let's not delve into this one!

xoxo, d

Touch of my Master's Hand

Touch of my Master' Hand

by Myra Welch

T’was battered and scarred, and the auctioneer
Thought it scarcely worth his while
To waste much time on the old violin,
But held it up with a smile.

"What am I bidden, good folks," he cried,
"Who’ll start the bidding for me?"
"A dollar, a dollar," then, two! Only two?
"Two dollars, and who’ll make it three?

"Three dollars, once; three dollars, twice;
Going for three . . . "But no,
From the room, far back, a grey haired man
Came forward and picked up the bow;

Then, wiping the dust from the old violin,
And tightening the loose strings,
He played a melody pure and sweet
As a caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer,
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said: "What am I bid for the old violin?"
And he held it up with the bow.

"A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two?
Two thousand! And who’ll make it three?
Three thousand, once; three thousand, twice;
And going and gone," said he.

The people cheered, but some of them cried,
"We do not quite understand
What changed its worth?" Swift came the reply:
"The touch of a master’s hand."

And many a man with life out of tune,
And battered and scarred with sin,
Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd,
Much like the old violin.

A "mess of potage," a glass of wine;
A game, and he travels on.
He is "going" once, and "going" twice,
He’s "going" and almost "gone."

But the Master comes and the foolish crowd
Never can quite understand
The worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought
By the touch of the Master’s hand.