South beach diet, anyone?

If dolphins can do it, I possibly can!

On the bright side? At least, I don't have to do some aquatic stunts. ;)

Whoever said that...

...time flies fast when you're having fun is lying!

My day is flying and I'm not sure if I'm having fun.

I don't know where the rest of the day went because I'm SO busy. In between taking phone calls, I've had a lot of paperwork to do. I'm pretty sure, it's not as much as other people does, but still, it's driving me nuts because I hate clutter. Ugh.

Not to mention that I've been feeling under weather since last night.

Now, I'm taking a breather because "they're" on a meeting and I'm going to try this yummy scoop of chocolate ice cream and a slice of chocolate cake, dang it!

Oooppsss! There goes the phone ringing again, I spoke too soon.

At least there's no need for a heimlich maneuver

You know what's funny?

... I just spent my half an hour lunch walking to the gas station to get me some 100% beef hot dogs (no nitrates and all those other crap).

... and I'm sitting here on my desk eating the oh-so-good hotdog!

... and every bite I take, I silently pray that the phone doesn't ring.

I've marked this date weeks ago!

September 22, 2008.

My most awaited night. Why? Why because it's the premier for Dancing with the Stars!!!

For those who don't know yet, I love to dance. I love dancing. I blew hundreds of dollars when I went to Arthur Murray School of Dance and I know it's worth it.

So yeah, I'm a dork like that. :)

I finally have a social life!!!

Last night was fabulous! I had dinner at La Fiesta with my friends, Andrea and Courtney. I just don't consider them as my workmates, they're my friends and they're really awesome.

We had a great time just chatting away and being crazy.

Oh, and did I mention that the purpose of having dinner at this Mexican restaurant in Maine Street was to see Andrea's crush as well? He's really cute and from what we've heard, he's straight edge.

Well, he used to be this crush of mine too (like a long time ago, Andrea please don't kill me lol), until I learned that he was 18. Too young, butI digress.

What cracks me up the most was he was our waiter last night and everytime he'd come near our table, Andrea and Courtney would go crazy silent. I had my back on him so I really have no idea what's going on and I'd just keep on blabbing until I realize what the awkward silence was all about.

It was hysterical. I was nervous for Andrea and I was watching myself so that I won't say something really stupid.

Anyway, we gave him a huge tip and Andrea's phone number written on the guest receipt!

Andrea instinctively went in the bathroom because she doesn't want to be a part of Courtney's insane but ingenious idea.

As we were walking out of the restaurant, we made sure to tell him that the tip on the table was for him. I also "planted a seed" saying he should come by to Starbucks and we'll (or Andrea will) make him a Caramel Macchiato!

and the seed shall grow...

To Andrea and Courtney, you ladies are fantabulous! Cheers!

It hit me like a "whoa!"

I finally got the sign I was looking for. An answer. So I'm letting it go and letting it flow.

And as if the sign wasn't enough, I found this too...

• Be patient toward all that is unresolved in your heart...
  Try to love the questions themselves...
  Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given
  because you would not be able to live them
  and the point is to live everything.
  Live the questions now.
  Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answers.
  - Rainer Maria Rilke

crossing my fingers

I'm over analyzing things. It's eating me alive.

I just don't want to appear like a freak. But at the same time, I know that if I don't do it, I will regret it for the rest of my life.

duct tape across my lips

Yesterday was another tough day at work. What makes matters worst was that I did not even see it coming.

I had a serious talk with my manager and yes, it was all about the gossip.

It sucks to be accused of being involved in the gossip chain, when I'm the one who's being talked about. It's my private life that's being exposed out there for people to feast on. Yet, somehow, she said, all the gossip leads back to me.

Of course, it leads back to me. I'm the one they're talking about!

I learned that even if I don't say anything, people will still put words in my mouth. Their distorted perception just adds fuel to the fire.

To top that off, there was an incident with a supervisor and a customer. I was merely a witness and had to apologize for the mishap. You know, customer service. I just can't shake off what she did but still, what I did was apparently wrong because I got involved.

I honestly don't know what to do now. I feel like I'm walking on egg shells and I have to watch out whatever I do or say. I've never felt so restricted and so edited at the same time.

Drama queens should be bitched slapped

I did not realize that there are really existing individuals that thrive on drama until yesterday.

I think I've made it clear enough on my past blog entries how much I hate gossip. How much I loathe gossip.

I'd rather talk a puppet than talk crap about other people...

Yesterday totally exhausted all the patience I have in my body. It's too much complicated to elaborate but let's just say a co-worker made a very wrong judgment about using my personal life as a conversation starter to a customer. What makes matters worst was I heard about it from the customer itself.

I didn't even blog about those stuff because I don't want to think about it. I don't want to deal with it. And there she goes, blabbing casually about it as if talking about how nice the weather is...

It was like somebody slapped me on the face. I caught me off guard and I felt betrayed.

It's all settled now because I called that co-worker yesterday, not in a confrontational way because I've had enough time to calm down. But I made it a point of letting her know that I wasn't happy with what she did and she was totally out of line.

I don't hold grudges so that helped a lot. But at the same time, I know now who my real friends are and I know who not to trust.

Te Amo, Mi Hermano

"if I turn into another,
dig me up from under what's covering the better part of me...
sing this song
remind me that we'll always have each other
when everything else is gone..."

Happy Birthday, my dearest brother!
I'm so blessed to have you as a sibling. God knows how proud I am of your achievements! I love you, Bok!

He's gone... for real this time

I talked to a friend last night and he confirmed it for me that W has gone back to the East coast. He said that they started leaving the other day.

Oh well.

Bye eye candy... I'll surely miss your smile. I can perfectly picture out your gorgeous eyes and smile. I doubt I'll see him again.

I don't understand why it's making me sad. Ugh. I should just get over it.

The A list

I'd like to welcome my co-worker, my good friend Andrea to the blogging world!

Have fun blogging, sunshine!

Apartment Haunting

No, it’s not a typo. I’m not that stupid. I really meant haunting.

After work yesterday, I hurried to get my bus ride and have me dropped off at a realty office to check out an apartment for rent in town. It looked really cool on the ad. One bedroom, kitchen, living room, swamp cooler, heater and SHARED BATHROOM.
I mean, it was $300/month so I figured that it might be worth checking out.

Off I went. Man, when I walked upstairs and saw the unit, it was okay. A bit funky but I love funky places. The kitchen was cute. The living room was big and the bedroom, I’d say if you’re claustrophobic, you’d probably die there on your first night.

The part that worried me the most was the bathroom part. Sharing a bathroom with a total stranger isn’t cool. At. all.

I took a peek of the bathroom and found it quite apalling. There were dirty laundry thrown on the floor. It was dark. Messy. And ummm, what made me most uncomfortable was when the “neighbor” stepped out of his door. It was a guy. A random-pierced-everywhere tattooed-all-over-the-body guy who had this nasty look.

My oh-shit radar went haywire!

No, I’m not discriminating. I’m just acting like a normal girl who is out to get an apartment on her own and is worried for her safety and her hygiene.

That was the big “NO” factor for me. Imagine yourself sharing a bathroom with a stranger! Seriously. I can’t even think about the thought itself.

I’m planning to put in an application for the MUCH NICER studio apartment I looked at after that interesting 1-bedroom-shared-bathroom experience.
We’ll see….

I'm over it or him...

I think.

Could this day get any worse?!?!?

So... I'm in charge of handing out pay stubs and pay check.

I'm also the receptionist. My primary duty is to handle EVERY phone call that comes in.

This lady was waiting for her pay stub/ paycheck. The phone keeps on ringing, of course, I have to answer it.

She keeps on rolling her eyes because she's getting impatient. I can't find her pay stub or pay check because it turns out, it was in the filing folder and the evening receptionist probably overlooked it.

Anyway, she said something about "Oh they should get somebody else up here". Like saying you should get fired because you're taking phone calls instead of finding my stuff.

Finally, I lost my politeness and set her straight. I'm still not hostile but I'm definitely not taking her insult sitting down.

THIS DAY IS FUCKIN' HELL DAY AND I DIDN'T SEE IT COMING!!! TO THINK I WAS 40 MINUTES EARLY AND THIS IS THE FUCKIN OUTCOME!!!

UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Maybe I should get a hearing aide

CNA : Hi April! You are in charge of the name tags, right?

Me : Yes, I am.

CNA (with thick Southern accent) : Okay, I need a nameeee tag.

Me: Nine tags??!?!

CNA (still with thick Southern accent): No, just one nammmeeee tag.

Me (after silently trying to decipher that one plus nine would be ten, therefore it won't be just one) : Oh. Okay. A name tag, then.

She probably thinks I'm deaf, or my information processing is delayed but I swear, I thought she said nine, when all she meant was name.

Maybe I could bribe cupid...

This was the most romantic thing ever, today.

A Navy guy, in his complete Navy uniform walked in here around noon with a bouquet of flowers in his hands. He asked for one of our CNA's and said all he needs is 2 minutes to give the flowers to her personally.

Imagine a tall, muscular built man holding a bouquet of flowers.

I tried calling the nurses station but nobody's picking up. So I, as a hopeless romantic, personally went over to the dining hall to find the CNA.

It turns out, it was their anniversary.

How sweet is that? Seriously, what I wouldn't give for somebody as thoughtful, sweet and romantic guy. Not the cheesy romantic, but the musculinity intact romantic.

don't judge me

I've been thinking again, about this whole W thing. I know it's just a silly infatuation. A high school-ish crush of some sort.

All I want is to be happy, to be giddy, to feel butterflies in my stomach. You know that irresistable feeling that makes you smile. That's what I want. And thankfully, he has provided that. It makes my days exciting. Not to mention the days are limited. They're only here until middle of September. So, I'm maximizing all the "crush" fix I can have.

You might think I'm to shallow. Indeed, I am. But so what? Haven't you been once here? Haven't you had the same feeling? If not, well, you totally missed out on a lot.

I've never ever felt this way for such a long time. The last time was so long ago... Like back on my 3rd year in college. Back when somebody really made my days brighter, sunnier and makes my stomach do full sommersault.

So I'm trying to cherish all these fleeting moments and fleeting emotions... I know it's nothing permanent.

All the pain, frustration and disappointment are, for now, at the back burner.

There are lots of crazy things going in my life right now, but this giddy feeling at the sight of him makes me believe that I still have the reason to be happy and smile.

He's gone...

Forget it!

I just saw him. Like 5 minutes ago. Just talked to him, too.

Holy cow.

W is.

I haven't seen him for days since the day after I posted my really juvenile entry.

He's probably gone. I've acquired more information from my Store Manager (ha! beat that!) that he's stationed somewhere in the East Coast.

So there, my eye candy has probably left town. I'm so used to the Navy coming and going, in and out of this town. Some of them come here for special training, it takes weeks or months, depending on what they're doing...

Bye eye candy... I'll surely miss your smile. Oh. My. God. I can perfectly picture out your gorgeous eyes and smile. :)

I doubt I'll see him again.

Damn you, Starbucks. Must you have this utterly nauseating "At Last" song playing in the background while I'm writing this entry. No offense, I love this song. But for some stupid reason, it's making me feel sad. I'm highly emotional. I wonder if I'm seriously okay.

Shoooooot!

I nearly had a heart attack when I caught up with my Starbucks workmate, Courtney, in the parking lot.

She had just told me that I'm opening shift tomorrow. 5am-9am. I said, no freakin' human way possible I could do that, unless I be in two places at one time. Job #1 requires me to be at work by 8am. I was supposed to be closing shift tomorrow.

I have my schedule updated with the system already, I wonder why it's not reflecting it.

Goodness! I hate stress and confusion. My brain goes haywire and goes future tripping.

I don't want to get to the point of making a choice between job #1 and Starbucks. One job balances out the other. Job #1 requires me to sit for almost 8 hours on my desk. Job #2 requires me to be all active, multi tasking and it's a total work out for me.

Anyway, I'm so freakin' glad it's all settled now and over.