what now beach roots?

Three months in the business and still doing okay. Customers keep on coming back especially during Friday and Saturday nights to experience what we call Beach Roots Party. Ours have become the envy of some of the stalls at Mango Square because of good food and coolest crowd in town. I guess we have also accumulated enough funds in our bank account to sustain the day to day operations.

Three months in the business but what has become to the friendship of 10 individuals who committed to let this business bloom so to speak? It’s quite obvious that there has been a faction among the 10. Very distinct and one can easily identify who belongs to which group. I’ve been a witness to the many word brawls and backbiting sessions of these owners mostly gentlemen and a lady. It’s such a shame how grown ups acted like kids and not facing the problem upfront. They claim to be professionals in their respective careers but don’t seem to act one in their very own business.

I just can’t help but chuckle about some of them coming to the bar drunk just to show their butts off then sneak out two hours later without being noticed. Oh yeah, and they thought that with their mere presence they already contributed that much.

It is not so much about being there hanging out with your friends. It is not so much about dancing with the girls. It is not so much about bringing in a lot of guests. It is not so much about ordering a lot of food and beverage. What matters most is how passionate you are for this business, how you put your heart into it and how you manage to give your time for the business. With just one look at a person, I can tell if he’s just in for the money, for fun or for the love of the business.

I admit, there came a point when I no longer have the motivation to be there and give my support. Sometimes, it has become a difficult responsibility. Who am I to complain? It’s just that I am disheartened by the fact that those who give less of their time are those who complain a lot. It’s bullshit --- aren’t they insane asking of a bigger or equal share when two or three of their partners are in Beach Roots both opening and closing hours sacrificing their careers, their health, their time for their family and their respective businesses while they sleep in their house or party somewhere else??? Their constant argument is that “it’s their choice anyway”. Yes it’s a choice they make because they want the best out of this business not just for themselves but for their so-called friends. They are passionate about the business not just because they have families to feed but because they learn to love and nurture the business. They don’t want the business to just die a normal death just like some of the businesses.

I know I’ve been blabbering like I always do in this blog but I just want to voice out what’s in my heart and mind right now about this business and the friendship we have with our partners. We could always choose between friendship and business. For me, I’d rather give up the business and maintain the friendship than keeping the business and remain enemies with my partners. Now, I challenge my partners to speak up once and for all. If you have some complaints about the leadership of Louie, the sharing scheme and how this business is being run, PLEASE LET IT ALL OUT GUYS! LET'S BE MATURE INDIVIDUALS...

WHAT NOW???

Adieu 2005!

2005 may not be a great year for me but it has been nice and easy so to speak… it was a tough year but I got all the help I can have from up above and from friends and family.

I thank the year for…

* the lessons taught and learned --- the hard and easy way
* the people who crossed my life this year --- who became a friend or a foe
* the experiences good or bad that I can look back with a smile or frown when I grow old
* the opportunities that I embraced and let go
* the prayers answered and unanswered
* the healthy and solid family
* the new blogging experience
* the many things that brought joy as well as bitterness to the year that was.

THANK YOU AND GOODBYE 2005!

Now, I welcome 2006 with all its uncertainties. I pray that this year may bring me good things in all the aspects of my life ---pwede sad bad things pero ayaw sad ng bad kaayo ha nga dili na nako ma-handle.

Seriously, I’m quite positive that 2006 will be a good year for me --- let’s just cross our fingers.

mistress

I’ve been dying to read Julie Yap-Daza’s book entitled “Etiquette for Mistresses”. I’ve been searching almost all National bookstore chains here in Cebu but seem to be running out of stock, I guess. My interest in getting hold of the book was made more intense when a friend of mine wrote an article in her blog about this book. So, what I did was to browse through the internet and just search for some excerpts of this book. Not that I am a mistress, but being a wife made me curious what are the etiquettes of these so-called “home-wrecker”.

While searching the web for related articles, I found these rules at someone else's blogsite.

Pretty interesting indeed…

Here are the rules:
Rule #1: Mistress is not Mrs. Know your place.
Rule #2: Even if he tells you he loves you more than his wife, don’t let that go to your head. As a rule, men are liars.
Rule #3: Mistresses should be ready to give up Valentine’s Day, Christmas Day, New Year’s Day, Holy Week and his birthday (that’s why mistresses are also called “holiday orphans" because of this).
Rule #4: Befriend his secretary but avoid all contact with his driver (Whether he is a company driver or the family driver, the chauffeur is not to be trusted. Family drivers owe their allegiance to whoever pays them their salary and who feeds them the free meals in the kitchen with the other help. In short, they are loyal to the Mrs. more than the Mr.).
Rule #5: As tempting as it seems, don’t patronize the wife’s beauty parlor, jewelry shop, dress shop, or father confessor.
Rule #6: Don’t call him, wait for him to call.
Rule #7: To be seen with him in public once is risky. The second time could be fatal to one of you. The third time is The End for both of you (love is lovelier when it’s forbidden. Because it’s forbidden, it’s supposed to be hidden).
Rule #8: Never believe, and never say anything unfriendly about his wife, not even after he recites a litany of her faults.
Rule #9: Mistresses are kept by rich men. But a mistress who is a woman of substance and independent means is better (Translation: Don’t ask him for money).
Rule #10: Be discreet (Make sure he is not the type to talk in the sleep).
Rule #11: Never travel together (Accidents will always happen. You can never tell).
Rule #12: When he breaks a date, charge it to fate, not his fecklessness (Men will be boys. They will forget to call. They will break a date at the last minute. They will stand you up. They won’t explain and they won’t ask for forgiveness. But don’t cry nor throw a tantrum. Don’t break down because a mistress is supposed to understand a man more than his wife does).
Rule #13: Wives have their own networks of spies and amigas. It is helpful for the mistress to have her own. A chaperone is not a good idea, however (Chaperones are passe. Besides, they talk).
Rule #14: Mistresses don’t complain (They shouldn’t. It’s the wives, according to the husbands, who are “always complaining).
Rule #15: Being No. 2, the mistress tries harder.
Rule #16: Send him home as soon as it becomes apparent that he’s overstaying.
Rule #17: It is practical for a mistress to be linked to another man, preferably her lover’s friend.
Rule #18: If he’s a public man and you’re thinking of staging an accident of running into him, think: How many accidents can I pull off in one month?
Rule #19: Don’t make unnecessary enemies of his children.
Rule #20: Remind him to pay for everything in cash – dinner, flowers, perfume, champagne, pearls, diamonds, a microwave oven, etc….
Rule #21: Don’t use tears as a weapon. He’s probably had enough of that from the Mrs. (Wives nag. Wives cry. If only for that reason, a mistress doesn’t use tears to get what she wants).
Rule #22: Resist the urge to be found.
Rule #23: Perish all thought that someday you’ll be No. 1.
Rule #24: Married men who keep mistresses don’t like surprises, as a rule.
Rule #25: A man with a mistress leads a double life, his mistress only a half life. Cheer up! A career will make you whole.
Rule #26: Resist the urge to shower him with gifts. Evidence, evidence….!
Rule #27: When in doubt, disappear.
Rule #28: When all else fails, leave him.

I fervently pray that in my marriage, there will never be "biatches" who will attempt to destroy my family --- I will definitely fight hell with them even if they religiously follow the above rules.

Christmas Wishlist

Christmas Wishlist

It’s December!!! Rain started pouring out all over the metropolis. Bright, colorful lights flicker around the household and establishments.People are starting to crowd the malls and major department stores. These are the signs that Christmas is just around the corner. It’s supposed to be the most wonderful time of the year as the song goes.

People started decorating their homes with Christmas ornaments. Christmas carols are being played in most radio stations and pipe-in speakers in malls and stores. Everyone started wrapping their gifts for friends and loved ones.

As a kid, I have always loved Christmas. My parents used to let us write a letter to Santa asking what we want to receive from him during Christmas. It was always fun having to list down all the stuff we want mostly toys and candies and new clothes. We roll our letters and placed it in the Christmas stocking (Papa’s old socks) at our door. Then on Christmas day, Papa would always sneak in to our rooms while we are still asleep pretending to be Santa Claus and placed the gifts beside our bed. Papa would always say that the gifts came from Santa. But it wasn’t for long that we believed him thus the tradition died a natural death as we grow older. How I miss those times I wish I was a kid again.

Though I don’t literally write down my Christmas wishlist like I used to, I always have in my heart the things I want to receive. But I guess, it would be fun to bring back the tradition once again of writing a letter to Santa…here it goes…

Dear Santa,

I hope it won’t be too much to ask for the following this Christmas:

1. Please let me win the lotto so I could pay all my utang.
2. MP3 Player to make it through the graveyard shift
3. Trip to Hong Kong with my husband and daughter --- if you let me win the lotto
4. A new pair of Levi’s jeans
5. Free driving lessons from husband
6. A sponsored ukay-ukay shopping spree or shopping spree
7. A Baby Boy --- hopefully next year!

I’m not really asking you to give me all of the above --- number 1 and 7 would do. **wink**

Love,

Mhalou


I hope the real Santa would be generous this time, hehehe. I'm pretty sure Papa could not afford the stuff I'm asking.

Seriously, it doesn't really matter much to me if I receive gifts this season or not. I'm contented with what God has blessed me all these years. What's really important is having a good health, a stable career, a wonderful family and peace of mind.

MERRY CHRISTMAS!!!

over the weekend...

@ Cosmopolitan

We were shaken by the death of Rhea's boyfriend of almost six years. Rhea is a good friend of mine in College and George also became a friend of the entire batch. They met during Rhea's radio internship where George works as a reporter. He was shot last Thursday night at his food stall in Talisay right in front of Rhea. They're suppose to tie the knot next year and it was too painful for Rhea. Police is still investigating for the motive of the killing. Right now, the lone gunman is still at large. Family and friends are seeking justice for the killing of another mediaman ---a son, a boyfriend, a brother, a friend.

Some of our batchmates visited the wake last Friday to comfort Rhea and to take one last glimpse of our friend. It was like a reunion of some sort but in a very painful set-up.

@ Vistamar

I attended the Philippine Association of Secretaries' Christmas Party/Induction of New Set of Officers and New Members. I am one of those to be inducted as a new member of the association.

I have also well prepared for this event having to participate in the dance showdown together with my committee - Education committee. It has been a very tough week for all of us having to practice our dance number and having to shell out a big amount of money to pay for our choreographer and all our costumes and make-up.

But our efforts were not put to waste because WE WON!


sayaw kikay lalalalala


the winning move hahaha


with the ladies @ the executive support


guwapa kaau ko...the miracle of make-up




Saturday night party @ Beach Roots

I need not elaborate what it is...the pics will show...