Not Missing This Moment

I was brought back to my college alma-mater particularly at STC auditorium for this little but BIG event in my daughter’s life. Their school has come up with a Christmas play entitled “The Coming”. It was simply the story of the birth of Jesus portrayed by little children at KIDS’ including my daughter. They had their dress rehearsal last Monday and I came to witness my daughter performed on stage --- the same stage where I used to perform as a mass comm student. I almost cried when I saw my little girl on stage doing her part dressed in a camel costume painstakingly hand-made by me. My sisters would often tease my becoming a stage mother --- I guess, I’m a stage mother in the making. We skip the rehearsal last Tuesday because Alex was down with fever and cough. I was afraid she couldn’t make it to her play last night. But she was filled with energy despite the discomforts of cough and slight fever the day of her play.

Like any other parents watching their children perform on stage, I was so proud of my daughter I wanted to shout “Hey, that’s my girl!” It was beyond my expectation. I’ve seen her perform during the rehearsal but I never anticipated her performance and confidence level that hight what with the lights on and the huge crowd in front of them. I bet her dad is equally proud and amazed at his daughter’s talent. It took me some “luod2 moments” to push him to witness this event. He too didn’t expect something like that from his girl.

I promise from this day onwards that I’m NOT gonna miss moments like this in my daughter’s life…I promise to be her # 1 fan for life!

Last

August 31, 2006 was the last business day of Beach Roots. The party and booze stood still on that side of the city. It was like a death we mourn for days.

I never wanted to blog again about Beach Roots because it’s a sore journey down memory lane. It always gives me that painful feeling especially that I still see our kiosk everyday standing in all its glory despite bad publicity together with 6 other kiosks just outside our office.

Anyway, it’s been more than 3 months and life was never the same again after Beach Roots. The 10 owners have gone separate ways and have taken different business path. The leader of the group has ventured into garments business with a different partner. I’ve heard that some of the boys are planning to put up another kiosk somewhere. Some of the crew has taken other jobs – like us, they need to survive. And I never really heard about the rest of the Rooters. Whatever happened to them? It’s a sad fact that the friendship died together with the business except for some I know who continue to hang-out and catch up on each other’s lives. There were no immediate plans on how to go about the remaining cash in bank (if there's any)or the items owned by Beach Roots. It’s still subject for deliberation among the Rooters.

My husband told me that the case against LLDC is still up and the fight continues. I don’t know how long this battle for our rights will carry on or when the verdict comes out. I just hope it’s really worth the fight.

Today, our kiosk was finally demolished per directive from city hall. Memories of it will linger in various photographs and in the hearts of each and every Rooter. Along with our kiosk, stories of Beach Roots will simply die the normal death. And this will be my last post about it...Swear!

My Grown Up Christmas List

Do you remember me
I sat upon your knee
I wrote to you
With childhood fantasies

Well, I'm all grown up now
And still need help somehow
I'm not a child
But my heart still can dream

So here's my lifelong wish
My grown up christmas list
Not for myself
But for a world in need

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
and wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list

As children we believed
The grandest sight to see
Was something lovely
Wrapped beneath our tree

Well heaven only knows
That packages and bows
Can never heal
A hurting human soul

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end
This is my grown up christmas list

What is this illusion called the innocence of youth
Maybe only in our blind belief can we ever find the truth
(there'd be)

No more lives torn apart
That wars would never start
And time would heal all hearts
And everyone would have a friend
And right would always win
And love would never end, oh
This is my grown up christmas list

This is my grown up christmas list

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I Heart Sandra Brown

I know this is kinda’ shameful but what the heck it’s the truth anyway.

My new household has been detached from the tube world for over a month now. Since we moved in, our bank account has been depleting we weren’t able to pay our bills particularly our cable. So, we’ve been missing a lot on our favorite cable channels and shows. Our television won't display anything even the local channels. I know my daughter really missed her doses of Nickelodeon and Disney Channel. For sure, my husband sorely misses Conan O’Brien or Jay Leno. And I’ve been dying to know what’s up with Project Runway or America’s Top Model or what are the latest features in HBO and Cinemax. We tried fiddling our two television sets to show at least abs or gma shows but it’s really not working.

So, what have we been doing the past month? Well, aside from listening to music non-stop, thanks to Sandra Brown for accompanying me all those “no-teevee days and nights”. I was in great company then and her stories never cease to amuse, amaze and struck me. My imaginations run wild when I read her novels and I get to apply it in reality (if you know what I mean hehe). Thanks to an officemate for the endless supply of S.B. novels… just imagine a sack of novels right beside her desk (I’m not exaggerating, it’s true).

This post is getting nowhere… just my way of updating this blog so it doesn’t get idle.

Ngohiong

It’s so hilarious how a dinner club in the office called “Table 7” group could come up with a really, really funny song about the famous Cebuano spring roll “ngohiong”. You might wonder why… read the lyrics and discover.

Kaning kantaha namugna tungod sa usa binuang gikan sa akong amigo ug amiga. Dili pa unta hinog para mataw kaning mga pulonga pero tungod sa kanta nga “lingin” nga maoy nagsilbing giya sa mga huni nga panag-sa sa mangagi, nahuman koni kauban sa mga pulong ni Butod. -- Jeyd --




Ang among sud-an … ( ngohiong )
Sa bunta’g udto… ( ngohiong )
Sa gabii.. ( ngohiong )

Lami man tagamtamon
Kung ang bulsa kahilakun
Labi na’g ting bitay
Sa sweldo nga inatay

Ngohiong tanan…
Ngohiong pirme
Bisan si Moris
Paboreto kini

Ang among nawong
Mura naman ug ngohiong
Luoya pud entawon
Panganli nalang mi’g
“Mr and Mrs Ngohiong”

Maypa si Totski
Permi lang mag-bam-i
Mag-inun-onan,
Paresan pa gyud ug utan

Hastang lami-a
Kung inilog ang imong sud-an
Peru kami nga kabus
Ngohiong ra tanan

Ohhh.. ngohiong.. ngohiong
Pirme lang handumun…

Unsay naa sa ngohiong
Nga si Jeyd kusug mukaon
Bisan sa katihik
Pobre lang gihapon

Ohhh.. ngohiong..
Lami karon..
Lami ugma –lami kaunon..

Si Roel... ( ngohiong )
Si Malou.. ( ngohiong )
Si Rapeh.. ( nghoiong)
Si Erwin . ( ngohiong )

Pero every Friday
Sa table 7 kami sa pantry
Magdaug sa istorya
Si Jane ang bida sa green story
Segundahan pa ni Rapeh
Nga ang nawng murag inosente
Agik-ik nga katawa
Mulanog ang tingog sa mga bida

Ayaw kalimti…
Ngohiong ang storya ni-ini
Kaning kantaha
Nataw sa mga sungog ni jane ug tots
Sa ilang duha ka higala

Si Jeyd ug si Moris
Mga piking instik
Nga sa ngohiong
Nagka-amiga
Usahay mag-away pa
Kai ang sauce
Nakalimtan ni Moris ur da

Oh.. ngohiong ..
Ngohiong gamhanan ka!

Halloween 2006

The Halloween never slips by without me preparing for it. My husband has been creating a fuss about me so into it and spending so much. Hell, yes…I’ve been going Carbon to look for ukay costume to suit our theme. Our department had an LOTR theme so we decorated our cubes with the LOTR look. We turned our reception area into Helm’s Deep with a matching fortress made of old newspapers and used boxes. Our digital storage area was transformed into Mordor with Sauron’s eyes beaming just inches below our ceiling. Our boss’ desk was the Hobbiton which was kinda’ cute --- she declared herself “Froda Baggins – the Hobbit of Shire”. Of course, she’s the female version of Frodo hahaha. We also had Rivendell and the famous treebeard “Ent”.

Tuesday last week was the Halloween event in the office. Almost everybody came in with their Halloween costumes. I was supposed to be Eowyn – the Lady of Rohan but changed my mind since I looked more like Aaliyah of “Queen of the Damned” or Morticia Addam --- whatever you be the judge!

We also had so much fun dressing up our cubes. My boss was so much involved and brought almost her entire collection of antiques and candle holders to add a touch of spookiness in our decoration. There were areas in the office which were creepy I even had goose bumps whenever I pass the area. Our HR also cooked up some Halloween activities that our employees could enjoy during their breaks. It was so much fun. Hats off to them for doing a great job!

Our department also won the 2nd place in "Dress up your cube" contest so it was all worth the effort and sweat...till next year na pod!

Here are this year's Halloween pics...

Random Rants...

This is going to be a very long post…


We’ve finally settled in our new home --- though it’s still a total mess at this time. I don’t know but we kinda’ regret moving in the new neighborhood. It’s pretty scary --- we’re just a few meters from Taboan market and Pasil --- home of snatchers, hold-uppers, what-have-you’s. A lot of vehicles are passing by and honking noisily even past midnight without due consideration to people sound asleep. And yeah, I could still hear people talking outside and kids playing even when it’s already dark. We actually live in the “tabing ilog” and I could smell the stench from the river even with my runny nose. It really takes a lot of courage to be in this place. We’re giving it 3 months and off we go for the 6th move out plan.

But the house is more than okay. It’s a 2-storey apartment actually with 3 bedrooms. We have an enormous master’s bedroom with huge closet and a ready provision for aircon. We have a nice kitchen, laundry area, toilet and bathroom. We have a garage of our own. It’s a concrete house with tiled floors. It’s really pretty but I don’t wanna gamble our safety and security here. Besides, I don’t want my kid to grow up in this creepy neighborhood.

Another dilemma…

With all the dust and dirt brought about with our transfer not to mention the stormy weather last week, everybody in the house is down with fever, cough and colds. I, myself, am so allergic to dust and have been sneezing non-stop. Last Sunday, we brought Alex to Chong Hua’s emergency room because her fever’s soaring 38 – 39 degrees. I’m glad she wasn’t confined coz it would be another disruption from work for me and Earl. It’s already the 3rd day of her on-off fever and I have no choice but to bring her again to the hospital tomorrow for some round of laboratory tests. I’m exchanging shift with Herbelle just so I could be with Alex during the day. So, I’m on nightshift in the next two days until Sylvette returns from her leave…may God help me!

More challenges…

I’ve been terribly stressed out by my house helper’s attitude lately. I have always been nice to all my helpers from the day I started employing them but it seems that they weren’t appreciative or they’re simply dumb. And I guess I’m not just lucky with the helpers I’ve had.

The helper that I have right now is the “laziest” helper I’ve ever had. She doesn’t have any initiative and waits for me to keep on reminding/telling her “do this, do that” etc. The house is a mess and she doesn’t seem to care about the 1-inch dust by the window or the unpolished floor. She even has the nerve to just watch me clean the fridge. The kitchen has always been a clutter too and she seems to take her time before she cleans the dishes. I told her so many times to iron the clothes at least twice a week to save up on electricity but my words just landed on deaf ear. She would hurriedly iron our clothes before we could wear them to work. Today, while I was getting some little sleep to prepare for my shift, she was sleeping the entire afternoon while there’s a lot of fixing to do. I even cooked all our meals today. All these things just freaked me out and I couldn’t even yell at her. Why? Because I am afraid that she would do something to my daughter to get back at me. I wanted to scream at her. I wanted to fire her. But I know how difficult it is to find a helper these days and I know how hard it is not to have one. Work will be affected and I get to do the dirty job.

I already seek help from my mother of perpetual help to look for my helper’s replacement. I just wanted to get rid of this lazy employee under my roof.

On taking leave...

I hate this guilty feeling every time I went on a leave. It’s as if I owe my colleagues in Admin a huge favor. It’s really difficult to file for a leave of absence in my department. There’s just three of us to cover the 24-hour visibility and if one went off for a leave, the two will have to work 12 hours straight to cover for the 3 shifts. And as if working 12 hours straight will not stress the hell out of you…it will kill you slowly!

I still have almost 10 days of entitled leaves and I don’t know how and when I should use it considering we’re on the last quarter of the year. I don’t have the nerve to take a leave for one whole week --- I might get some nasty comments behind my back eh! But we deserve a break you know. It’s not always WORK, WORK, and WORK! We need to balance it off with respite and recreation.

I just took a 2-day vacation leave last week. It was more of a sick leave because I was totally stressed out with our transfer. I wasn’t even ready for Monday yet but then I have to because Sylvette also filed for a leave early this week.

I know I have to discuss this with out manager. We need to have a contingency on occasions such as this.Yeah...I hope we'll find a solution to this dilemma.

Well, that's it...I'm done with my rants and raves. I'm not always like this you know but sometimes it's not always boundaryless. There would come a point when you say "enough".

Moving Again

I thought that the house that we’re IN right now would be our home at least in the next 5 years. I was wrong! We’re moving again for the 5th time to be exact. Our landlady arrived from the US and she’s doing some renovations and overhaul of the house. The past week has been spent searching for our next abode which is quite a challenge. There are a lot of things to consider --- if it is fit for human habitation, neighborhood, parking space, number of rooms, rental to mention a few. And we haven’t been successful yet...not until yesterday where my husband finally found an apartment in Taboan --- quite exciting huh!Well, thanks to his granny who helped us out with the search.

We’ve also started packing up our things again. I just realized that we’ve been keeping junks for the last 4 years. There are a lot of thrash that I wanna get rid of. Our house also became the “bodega” of stuff from my mother-in-law, beachroots and other people. I’m thinking of doing a yard sale or maybe preparing bundles of joy this early before we finally take off.

It saddens me to leave this house which has become our home for about a year. Alex has grown to love the kids in the neighborhood. It makes me feel safe to live here because my husband’s grandfather and aunt just live across the street. But then again, the house isn’t ours so we just have to accept the fact that we will be constantly moving. I just hope and pray that the next house/apartment would be for long term before we finally could afford to get a house of our own.

Grateful

Thank you Lord!



Thank you for this blessing...it means so much to me and to my family!

Thank you for the people you've touched...who are instrumental to this blessing.

Thank you for making this happen...it was indeed a pleasant surprise.

I am truly grateful...

not your ordinary girl...

I just wanted to put an end to all these Mango Square drama that almost jeopardize my employment and relationship with our top management. It was tough dealing with speculations about "us" having conflict of interests. I'm just glad that the air is now clear between me and my employer. So, whatever happen to Beachroots, I just leave it to the court to decide...For me, it's just over and bahala na si "judge".

Call it indifference but I don't care anymore...Afterall, I could only count with my 5 fingers those people who really CARED --- in the truest sense of the word!

I have my a husband and a growing daughter to attend to...they are my priority right now and next is my thriving career...

enough of that...here's the "not your ordinary girl"

Bye Beachroots

Last Wednesday was Beachroots’ last night @ Mango Square. I felt a little pinch in my heart as I took one last look of the bar that has been our gimik place, that of our friends, our friend’s friends and some strangers. I just felt so sad for what has been a very promising business. Though it was not our “bread and butter” so to speak, it took care of some our little needs. It meant a lot to us really even though at times I felt a pang of regret for putting it up in the first place especially that my marriage has been affected. I guess, I share the same feelings with the rest of the ladies behind the gentlemen of Beachroots.

I hate to say that the small tenants down there are considered the “sacrificial lambs” so that Mango Square shall carry on with their “insatiable” commercial cravings. But it is a sad fact and I don’t know how the hell Mango Square shall pay for the damage they’ve done to these tenants. They’ve been good at empty promises and lip service right from the start. F*ck their gay ass!!!

There!

Looking at the stalls at the open plaza right now with just the candle lights on, (since Mango Square Management shut down the electric meter), I am all positive that there’s still something out of this shit. While we pack up our things, we also pack up all the lessons learned and bring it with us wherever this end may lead us. I’m sure, we all learned a lesson here and we’re never ever the same person as we are before.

Bye Beachroots…it may be the end but it will definitely be a start of something new.

Gosh, I’m getting emo again… but it’s all GOOD!

Closing Time

Well I guess this is it, the end of Beachroots. The mayor is firm in his decision to close down Mango Square due to blatant violations of building rules and more. There’s the so called lewd dancing by almost naked ladies in one of the bars. There’s the brawling and throwing of bottles by drunken party goers. There’s the selling of alcohol to minors. Added to it are the sexual activities and prostitution attached to the place.

A lot of parents, teachers and students from the nearby school complained and now even the cardinal has entered into the scene requesting to close down these beer joints. And I agree with all their allegations coz I have been a witness to what the place has become --- it has become a HELL!(check my previous posts)

But my heart goes to those beer joint owners who may still be starting the business and is yet to get the returns of their investments. I'm sure, like us in Beachroots, they have invested time, money and effort to put up the business. They might have given up a lot of things --- time with family, could be their previous jobs or maybe some of them made utang to put up a capital. I know of one owner who brought in his entire family from Manila just to put the business. They know nobody in Cebu except some of my partners. My heart goes to the employees of these beer joints who could possibly lose their jobs. I could almost feel the anxiety that our own employees at Beachroots are feeling right now.

We're moving closer to uncertainty...I don't know what's the plan B for Beachroots as well as the rest of the beer joints. They've been holding several meetings etc.. but I'm pretty sure nothing will ever change the mayor's mind. I'm also sure that Mango Square wouldn't give up their big tenants (including my employer) inside the mall and wouldn't mind sacrificing these small establishments outside the mall.

So, enough has been said...let's just wait and see what the outcome would be. It has been a hell of events these past few days. My boss has been greatly involved in the Mango Square issue and it has been tremendously draining for all of us. Our big bosses from the US flew in today just to make sure there's business continuity and that we're not moving our entire facility elsewhere. But we've beem preparing for the worst.

I'm just wondering if Beachroots is ready...or is it just "Closing Time" for now?

Rooters will definitely miss these.....

Rumor has it...

F*CK..It's all over the news today.

Mango Square will be closed down by no other than the mayor due to blatant violation of building rules.We know it's coming and I felt so sorry for the tenants. Mango admin should better do something about it or else they get a better lambasting from all their tenants or should I say lawsuits coming in.

Making Babies

My husband and I is in the process of manufacturing (what a word, haha) our 2nd baby. Although, we’ve been doing that almost every night *LOL*, this time there are no more inhibitions and qualms. After three years, we believe that it’s time for Alex to become a “BIG SISTER”. She’s starting to show signs of being a spoiled brat. And what better way to counter her bratty tendencies by having someone to share her parent’s love with. One month from now, let’s see if all those acrobats and stunts were effective enough to produce our own specie. And I hope it’s a baby boy.* I WISH, I WISH*. I started skipping gym sessions, started drinking less caffeine and alcohol and maintaining a healthy diet (fish, veggies and less meat this time). Well, the thought of being pregnant is starting to sink into my system --- psychologically. I’m also browsing through some baby and pregnancy sites to refresh myself of what to expect. Hey, I’m frickin’ serious about this ya’ know!

Again, it’s still God’s will that will prevail if and if he would give us another angel to take good care with.

Speaking of babies, here's a pic of the loveliest and smartest school girl in town...She's actually the sought-after girl in her class with two boys fighting over for her attention...(sounds scary though...)


Isn't she lovely?

4th Year Anniversary and Still Counting...

I don't remember what day it was
I didn't notice what time it was
All I know is that I fell in love with you
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you

Every day's a new day in love with you
With each day comes a new way of loving you
Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander
And if all my dreams come true
I'll be spending time with you

Oh, I love you more today than yesterday
But not as much as tomorrow
I love you more today than yesterday
But, darling, not as much as tomorrow

** I know I was again overreacting about you forgetting this day. The “emotional woman” that I am may be a lame excuse but I guess that’s just the way I am and there’s nothing you can do about it. It may just be a little thing to you but I was a little bit upset. I’m sorry if I ruined this day with tears --- I just can’t seem to help it.

Nevertheless, I am a merciful soul and it wasn’t a big deal at all.

Happy 4th Year Anniversary Dad… still counting… keep remembering…

What's next?

Seems like argument and trouble never stops at Beachroots. And unless somebody pushes the button and puts an end to this entire snag, this will persist like forever. Last night’s riot between the owners (Elvin, Aloy and John) was a huge shame. Both parties have their reasons but their reasons cannot justify their actions. Even if they’re under the influence of alcohol, they cannot just behave like kiddos and immature individuals in front of their customers. And it’s a disgrace for these so called businessmen and professionals of multi-national companies to act like big a*sholes --- all because of ego and twisted principles!!!

I am totally disappointed… BIG TIME!

And where is that thing you called FRIENDSHIP which you nurtured for several years? After bitter words has been spoken, ashtray whacked into the head, rounds of fist fights and pain caused towards your so-called “pare, bai, bro, brad, amigo, bestfriend”, what’s next?

Oh yes, revenge is such sweet thing but you just do that to your enemies, ayt?

So, to all Rooters, before you pull that trigger and do something terrible, think twice, thrice and even a million times what the consequences would be. You don’t wanna do things you will regret in the end. Forget about ego. Forget about principle. We’re not perfect and that we’re bound to commit mistakes even to people close to us.

Again, what’s next?

Just forgive and forget…Please!


Oh well...

Blah blah blah

Conference

As a member of the PASAP (Philippine Association of Secretaries and Administrative Professionals), I am required to join the 7th Regional Conference held at the Marco Polo Hotel. It was a one and a half day conference mostly listening to speakers on how to improve our admin skills and what have you. It was good to have one day off (Friday only coz we don’t have work on Saturdays) from work. Some of the speakers were kinda’ uninteresting ---- the usual stuff standing in the podium and talk about some chu-chu. But in fairness, some were really entertaining and very educational. I met new friends there specially during the interaction with the rest of the delegates. As in any conference, one thing that I look forward to is the “raffles”. I won 1 thousand gift certificates from Felisa Spa. For a woman like me, it was like winning the lotto (3 digits lang, hehehe).

Eleven Minutes

Over the weekend, I also devour on a Paolo Coelho novel entitled “Eleven Minutes”. I was glued to it until Sunday even brushing off my daughter and her homework --- I’m a terrible mother! It’s been ages since I last read a novel and I swear to myself that I’m going to renew my passion for reading novels again. I’ll start with Paolo Coelho’s novels.

Anyway, here’s the plot of that novel. It’s a nice reading for a woman like me. It's a discovery...




“Eleven Minutes tells the story of Maria, a young girl from a Brazilian village, whose first innocent brushes with love leave her heart-broken. At a tender age, she becomes convinced that she will never find true love, instead believing that 'Love is a terrible thing that will make you suffer...' A chance meeting in Rio takes her to Geneva, where she dreams of finding fame and fortune yet ends up working the streets as a prostitute. In Geneva, Maria drifts further and further away from love while at the same time developing a fascination with sex. Eventually, Maria's despairing view of love is put to the test when she meets a handsome young painter. In this odyssey of self-discovery, Maria has to choose between pursuing a path of darkness, sexual pleasure for its own sake or risking everything to find her own 'inner light' and the possibility of sacred sex, sex in the context of love.”

Today

I learned from our security guard somebody died in a scuffle at Stilleto over the weekend. It makes me so worried especially so that our bar is just a few meters from that bar. Well, safety has always been the dilemma of the people working in the building and even those partying at the open plaza. Oh well, everywhere you go is no longer safe --- even our respective homes.

My Weekend Diaries

Event 1: Company 2nd Year Anniversary

As usual, the girls of admin are in-charged of the registration. We were stationed at the guardhouse of the resort. HR is so mean. We were literally begging for food because we didn’t take our lunch but they just took us for granted. So while waiting for the bus, we were feasting over domino crackers and litro coke which Herbelle bought in the nearby sari-sari store.




Kapunungan sa mga Bangis nga Kinhason (Brotherhood of Fierce Mussels)…

That’s my team’s name. The event started with a mini-sportsfest with only one game – Tug of War. We lost though but it was fun. Our cheer was the best…

“Viva Italia, Viva… Kilawon, Lamasan, Buwad, Suka, Sili, Sikwati, Sikwati”
“Viva Takobo, Viva”











Fresh from the FIFA fever, we had the Italy flags painted all over our body.








Camwhores


And we had fun too taking pictures of ourselves.












Lots and lots of pictures





























Carribean Nights






Since the theme for the night is Carribean, we dressed up and don our pirate costumes.



















The program includes giving awards to those who reached their 2nd year in the company. Awards were also given to employees with good performance over the year.



Then Suburbia started to play some music. We all had fun dancing and the beer was overflowing. We were partying right there at the beach.




We all let down our hair --- even our bosses did.












We crossed our boundaries and made friends with other departments.





















We bonded more with our closest friends in the company.






















We enjoyed Tia’s version of “Pinoy”




















Cameras were flashing left and right. We find ourselves posing and smiling in front of the cameras...even with the most uncomfortable position.


















Some were drunk. Most were tipsy. Even these venerable ladies of Admin.














Overall, we sure had fun and we had pictures to prove it!























Event 2: Beachroots

After the company event, my boss drove us to Mango Square. I head straight to Beachroots since my friend Et texted me she’ll wait for me there. Okay, I’m taking back my words… “I’m still a party girl”.

Et and I shared a few glasses of rhum-coke and rhum-cali. Soon, Kathy came. Then, came Ellen. Amid the loud music and surrounded by intoxicated persons, we were talking to the top of our lungs. Catching up on each other’s lives while sharing some more glasses of rhum cali and a few bottles of red horse.

(pics to follow)