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)

party girl no more

At 27, I have this feeling that I’m getting old.

I considered myself a party girl since I started partying at the age of 19. It was the time when I left my aunt’s place and started living in a boarding house. Our landlords would often bring us to Bai Disco on weekends. I remember myself climbing up the ledge of the dance floor and danced like I was all alone. I also started drinking beer, taking shots of tequila and sips of margarita with friends. Almost half of my allowance would often go to my party expenses (entrance fees, alcohol and pulutan).It was the perfect moment to enjoy my youth as they say.

When I started working, I met new friends and brought my partying to the next level. We were all over the club scene. It was also the time when I met my husband. Just like me, he too was a party animal. We would go bar-hopping, dance and booze until the sun started to shine. We would even go out on weekdays and go to work the following day looking like zombies with dark circles under our eyes.

Even if I was already married, I still go out with my husband and his friends more so when we put up Beachroots. Weekends would always be spent at Beachroots --- watching over my dear husband *lol*.

But lately, I felt that I’m not into partying anymore. I’d rather stay at home and play with my kid or watch tv. My tolerance to alcohol has also gone down. Way back, I can consume 6 bottles of San Mig light and still standing but now; it’s just one bottle and my head start spinning around. I also don’t think I could still groove to the tune and steps the new generation enjoy nowadays. My body could only handle belly dancing and salsa taught in our gym.

I guess it has something to do with age. I know it may sound too early for me to mellow down but it’s true. I have this sudden indifference towards partying or clubbing. Maybe it also has something to do with the company I keep. My girls and I enjoy more dining at Da Vinci’s pizza and just talk to our heart’s content. My ears no longer take pleasure in loud disco music or people shouting at each other to be heard. I also felt that I no longer belong in these gimmick outlets…makes me feel old all the more.

So, it’s Friday! I bet my husband is going out tonight. The subservient wife that I am would always let him go. Me? Naaahhhh… I’d rather party with Alex at home.



party girl no more...ciao!