Stolen....or my new number.

To make a long story short, my phone was stolen yesterday while I was on my way home. I was climbing the overpass in Guadalupe when I suddenly felt that my phone was no longer in my pocket. I wanted to panic and shout for help but I got hold of my self and stayed calm. Number one, it isn't my turf and number two, I had no plans of getting mugged and killed at the same time. After three years of not losing my phone, it was a moment wherein I felt so vulnerable.

I am tempted to quote Elizabeth Bishop at this moment but it seems I've gone overboard on her poetry regarding loss, instead I opt to listen to Walter Anderson with these words..

Bad things do happen; how I respond to them defines my character and the quality of my life. I can choose to sit in perpetual sadness, immobilized by the gravity of my loss, or I can choose to rise from the pain and treasure the most precious gift I have - life itself. Walter Anderson

I kinda figured that I felt bad because I instantly lost contact with so many people. And yes, I need to have a new batch of calling cards printed, since the remainder of the first batch still has the old number. Thank God I have my client's contact numbers on the contracts I had them sign for their garment orders.

Marami pa akong kwento pero sobrang pagod at antok na ako. May kwento pa ako tungkol sa halos dalawang linggong pagtuturo ko sa Our Lady of Guadalupe Minor Seminary. Yeah, being in charge of more than 50 high school seminarians might strike a kinky note in many people' minds. But for now, here's my new number so you can all save it.

09296234170

09296234170

09296234170

09296234170

Do message me for your contact numbers, and please do leave your name at the end of the message. Maraming-maraming salamat..

Or better yet...You can leave me a comment at the end of this entry with your number...Now, isn't that fantabulous?...

manila - vigan - manila in under 24 hours...

Bugbog na ang pwet ko. Oo, alam kong ang kinky pakinggan nun. Pero hindi nakakatuwang umupo ng labing isang oras papuntang Vigan, bumili ng tela, at sumakay na pabalik ng Maynila. Kahapon na ata ang pinakaboring na araw sa buhay ko, I guess riding a bus for more than 20 hours isn't my idea of a fun trip. So much for seeing the sights and enjoying the experience. I went to Vigan to buy the extra cloth for Kei Oribello's wedding entourage, since the first batch was a bit off in terms of color. The yellow was too bright, and the red as well. Think Mcdonald's and don't think anyone really wants a Mcdo themed wedding. Thank God I found a lighter yellow and more earthy red, and I'm glad Kei seems to be happy about her Abel Iloco already.

I guess this entry sounds spiked with OC-ness and being overly workaholic but these past few weeks have been the most toxic with my choreography sessions at Our Lady of Guadalupe minor seminary, bridal fittings in between, meeting with new clients and giving orders to my seamstress ( making sure that they work while I attend to other projects.)

I think I should be used to this already. The fast paced, insane, and up-to-the neck work and lack of personal time. Nung isang araw napagkatuwaan akong tanungin ng mga studyante ko sa seminaryo kung magkano daw ang binabayad sa akin para sa ginagawa kong choreography, production design at kung ano pang creative consultation para sa kanila. Napatigil ako, siguro'y dahil hindi ko kailanman tinanong kung magkano ang honorarium. Napangiti ako, maybe because the money never really mattered ever since i could remember. Kahit ngayon, I still am bad at putting a price on the things I make or do.

At the end of the day, it all boils down to happiness. Ilang araw na rin akong iniintriga ng nanay ko, at may boyfriend na raw ako dahil ang saya ko raw umuuwi. Hmm..The work must be doing me some good. I'm slowly realizing that happiness isn't just dependent on having a love life or a relationship, and I must admit that it gets pretty lonely dating people who flit in and then disappear every now and then or looking back at that one person who left you without answers or the one you let go by mistake. I am blessed, I smile to myself. With all the work, projects and interesting people I am meeting right now, I have no right to complain or rant.

New year. New perspective.

No more waiting. No more expectations.

happy new year santi.

p.s ( last year was a good and bad year. and i honestly believe this one promises to be a better one, Prince or no prince..)