Work hasn’t been as challenging as I thought it would be, considering that we’re still in the Classroom phase of our Training Program. I can’t wait to handle my own brand, to create its image, build its positioning, and do events and ads for it. I can’t wait to brag about my ‘baby’, the one I actually created from scratch.
I can’t wait to rant about how stressed I actually am with work ‘cause I know that however intense my rants would be, I know that by the end of the day, I’m fulfilled. I can’t wait to work overtime and chit chat my way to the wee hours of the night with the other fab and fasyon people of Splash. I can’t wait to meet the push girls who think they’re all so pretty and fab and laugh my heart out. I can’t wait to meet the yummy Brazilian boys that I see loitering around this big Splash office (that has no elevator, wow).
Maybe that’s one reason why I had to decline a lot of Advertising Agencies. I knew I wanted to own something and not just market it the way my clients would want me to. I want to be in that world of battling perceptions, where every audience can be moved with just one set of words, one great packaging material, and one distinctive product quality.
Now that I’m just waiting for that adrenaline rush to actualize, I’ll just be spending my money on useless stuff and going on vacations with the people who invite me. I have a lot of catching up to do. I’ve only been to Galera (never again talaga, or at least in a long time) and Pagudpud for this summer. My overnight trip to Balay, Indang does not count ‘cause even if the place is surprisingly wonderful, peaceful, and serene, it’s still not a vacation. I missed Bora this year with my bitches (don’t you wanna go again anytime after June?). On Friday I’m going to Mt. Pinatubo for Ning’s birthday then the weekend after that, Im off to Bangkok. After that, nada! Invite me, people! I’m trying my best not to spend so that I could buy important stuff (my Fisheye 2 Holga, that adorable checkered jacket) on my second sweldo ever as a real employee. So… I don’t really wanna pay for out of town trips. Waha!
Good thing Bobby’s coming home on Tuesday from New York. I cant wait for my bilins! Bring it to me, Bobby! All those stuff made me stop buying for more clothes. I wanna see my Uggs, new sandalsssss, bags, and all the other goodies!
Thursday, April 24, 2008
Thursday, April 03, 2008
Post Secrets II
"Although it's wonderful that you recommend 1(800) SUICIDE for suicidal people, not all people with secrets are depressed, oppressed or scared. I think secrets are a good thing. It makes a person more mysterious, sexy and unique. Secrets are fun, liberating; they make people who they are." - Canada
I've been gloomy these past few days that is why the moment I knew I had the liberty to do out-of-base work today, I headed to the bookstore for some "research". I scanned through different books, found so-so stuff and realized that all I needed can be found in Euromonitor already (Thanks Steph for getting them for me). Bottomline is I ended up reading about two other editions of my favorite book Post Secrets instead.
I don't feel entirely sad when I go through the postcards, or rather, I still feel sad, but I feel like there are a lot more people going through the same thing with me.
Reading them for about two hours (or more) made a whole lot of difference. I adore you, Frank Warren that is why I'm letting go of five of my secrets. Not that a lot of people would care, really. I just hope someone's touched by them in one way or another, the way I was touched by a lot of the secrets in the Post Secrets book.
1. My planner is half the story. Everything is in my diary (Yes, I have one) and nobody knows where it is because if someone finds out, I'm pretty sure it's to my detriment.
2. I sleep in a house that feels like a dorm room. When I'm out of it, I feel more free, more me.
3. I'm scared because everyday I become more and more like the person I swore I'll never be. I see it, they see it. I'm terrified day after day.
4. The absence of love in my dorm room makes me selfish with outside love. I'm so numb at being wrong that I oftentimes do what I want to do, thinking that if I don't get that love instantly, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I have never been officially single since 2000.
5. I look at the accounts of those people that I miss a lot. I don't want them to know that I check them though because I want them to check mine first.
So there. No judging, please. Thank you.
I've been gloomy these past few days that is why the moment I knew I had the liberty to do out-of-base work today, I headed to the bookstore for some "research". I scanned through different books, found so-so stuff and realized that all I needed can be found in Euromonitor already (Thanks Steph for getting them for me). Bottomline is I ended up reading about two other editions of my favorite book Post Secrets instead.
I don't feel entirely sad when I go through the postcards, or rather, I still feel sad, but I feel like there are a lot more people going through the same thing with me.
Reading them for about two hours (or more) made a whole lot of difference. I adore you, Frank Warren that is why I'm letting go of five of my secrets. Not that a lot of people would care, really. I just hope someone's touched by them in one way or another, the way I was touched by a lot of the secrets in the Post Secrets book.
1. My planner is half the story. Everything is in my diary (Yes, I have one) and nobody knows where it is because if someone finds out, I'm pretty sure it's to my detriment.
2. I sleep in a house that feels like a dorm room. When I'm out of it, I feel more free, more me.
3. I'm scared because everyday I become more and more like the person I swore I'll never be. I see it, they see it. I'm terrified day after day.
4. The absence of love in my dorm room makes me selfish with outside love. I'm so numb at being wrong that I oftentimes do what I want to do, thinking that if I don't get that love instantly, I'll regret it for the rest of my life. I have never been officially single since 2000.
5. I look at the accounts of those people that I miss a lot. I don't want them to know that I check them though because I want them to check mine first.
So there. No judging, please. Thank you.
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