Tuesday, September 30, 2008

Black is My Color

I got this from Len

BLACK is my color.

Nothing can stand between you and your demand for a calm environment. To be free of conflict and disagreement is the only way to live. In fact, it’s this philosophy that probably allows you to be comfortable in conditions that would normally bother others. Your ability to focus is undisputed, and while you enjoy attention, you still have problems understanding how to handle it. No other color out lives by the golden rule as much as you do.


Take the ColorQuiz.

I find this hard to believe... black? BLACK???? It's kind of cool because I am wearing black right now, the day I took this test. But I never really associated with black. I have always thought of myself as a bubblegum pink person

Thursday, September 25, 2008

How Could I Have Forgotten?

I have obsessive-compulsive tendencies. And I get those tendencies at the most unusual times.

I was working on something I had to complete for work earlier when I was hit with a strong compulsion to check one of my old email accounts. It was a feeling I couldn't shake and kept bothering me until I couldn't work anymore until I did.

I created that email account in 2005, before I left my first job. The primary purpose of that account was to back up the personal emails that I wanted to save that were sent to my work email account, before it was disabled.

(Lesson learned: never, ever use your work email for personal correspondence... but I was young then and I was proud of my first work-related email account so I used it a lot to email my friendly friends back then)

I haven't opened that email account in a long time and I have long forgotten the emails and most of the people behind those emails. I decided to close that account and forward the emails I wanted to keep to my now-with-unlimited-capacity primary web email. So I started reading through them...

How could I have forgotten you?

Most of you have heard my horror stories.... the reasons that pushed me to quit my first job. Due to the poignancy of those events, I guess it was easy to overlook the small things.

The small things that kept me there for a long time, and in spite of everything that happened, made it difficult for me to leave.

It was all there in the emails I kept.

How could I have forgotten?

The small jokes and how we managed to laugh after a meeting gone bad (...really bad, I think). Small discussions with my boss who had a big part in shaping my professional values (until now, I still have his words of wisdom in my head... and I like to think I'm living them). Stories, small talk, and angst bouncing back and forth between floors when we couldn't talk out loud because we had people breathing down our necks (literally for some of us, haha).

My last few months were the most tumultous, but your old emails reminded me that there were good times. There were friends and good things worth remembering.

I remember now. And I hope I never forget again.

Watchatink???

I alternate between "fashionable conversation piece" and "dead rat".

My mom thinks it's cute. She should... she was the one who gave it to me Someone gave it to her as a gift after she expressed her admiration for this bag when she first spotted it. But since my mom belongs in the corporate world, she feels she won't be able to use this bag so she gave it to me.

MG hates it. I used it once when I went to the office. Then before heading home, MG and I dropped by the supermarket. When we got home, he was so mad at my bag, saying that people at the supermarket were all looking at my bag with dread He wants me to throw it away. And he won't stop bugging me until I promise that I won't use this bag ever again.

I told him I can't do that because I need a brown bag. I will only get rid of it when I get another brown bag...

...you can all guess where this is heading...

I'm holding this bag hostage until MG gives me a new one.

NOTE: This post sounds so shallow!!! Why the hell am I worrying about brown bags? But you know what...right now, I'd rather be thinking about dead rat brown bags than other things so please indulge me.

Friday, September 19, 2008

The Irony Part 2

I bought these shoes


for a reason...



This reason:


The reason I bought plastic shoes is so I'd have something to use during rainy days. I've been using those shoes for 2 days this week and NOT ONE DROP OF RAIN touched them. Feeling confident that the rainy spell is over for the time being, I decided to wear my favorite baby pink espadrille wedges yesterday...




You can guess what happened...



Aaaarrggghhh!!


Tuesday, September 16, 2008

Ponytails can Kill!!


Ok, I exaggerate.

I came home from work yesterday with a bad case of stiff neck. I don't know how I got it. I was fine all day. I only felt the pain when I got home. The only thing different about yesterday from any other working day was that I had my hair on a ponytail.

I haven't been able to tie my hair since May when I had my hair cut short. It's now at that awkward-shoulder-length length that makes it difficult to manage and I've been waiting a long time to be able to tie my hair into a neat ponytail. So yesterday, I did.

And this is what happened. And it was hell trying to sleep last night because I couldn't move my head without pain shooting up my neck. And it still hurts now.

And I still blame the ponytail .


Thursday, September 11, 2008

Turn My World Upside Down!


Upside-down House Opens in Germany

BERLIN (Reuters Life!) - A house that is entirely upside-down opened its doors to the public on the northern German island of Usedom this week.

The family-sized house, designed by Polish partners Klausdiusz Golos and Sebastian Mikiciuk for the Edutainment exhibition company, is furnished with chairs, tables and carpets stuck to the ceiling.

"We didn't do it for a reason (Janelle: that's good to hear). We just wanted to do something different," Mikiciuk told Reuters on Friday.

Over 100 people have inspected the house since it was opened on Thursday.

Upon entering the construction, visitors have reported feeling dizzy and disorientated. Although the house is safe, Mikiciuk said nobody would inhabit it permanently (Janelle: you think??) and it was meant purely as an exhibit.

"It was very difficult to make, and we financed it ourselves without the help of sponsors," Mikiciuk says. They were inspired by a range of similar buildings in Spain and America, in which the exterior of the house is upside-down, but not the interior.

(Reporting by Josie Cox; Editing by Matthew Jones)

PHOTOS:

A woman standing inside the upside-down bathroom


A man standing inside a room in the upside-down house


Another view of the upside-down house

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Love 'em or Loathe 'em

Crocs.

You either love them or loathe them.

Some people say they are extremely comfortable, while I know a few who told me that Crocs are the most painful shoes their feet ever landed on. Some say they are fashionable, while some say they are extremely bulky.

I alternate between the two ideologies.


Last summer, for some reason, I was obsessed with the Alice and the Malindi models. Please don't ask me why. I just was. Thing was, when I tried them on, they didn't look right on my feet. So I figured they weren't for me. But the obsession persisted. So I ended up buying a lot of other shoes to compensate (seriously, I now realize, it wasn't worth it).

Going on vacation last July occupied me, driving thoughts of candy-colored plastic shoes from my head. I totally forgot about it and when I did remember, I couldn't understand what I saw in them.

Until it started raining. No... specifically since last Monday. It was raining hard when I went home from work. The short walk from my stop to my house was very uncomfortable as water was swishing and sloshing in my shoes, water running down my face as my umbrella was doing nothing to keep me dry, and thoughts of the new bag that I was carrying getting drenched was running through my water-befuddled mind. My 2-minute walk seemed to take forever!

Come Tuesday and I was smuggly celebrating while walking home as it started drizzling, thinking I can beat the rain before it starts pouring. That was until I reached the front gate and couldn't find my keys. I can hear the sky rumbling with laughter as I desperately searched my bag for those friggin' keys when it finally poured. For the second day this week... I was dripping wet when I entered my front door.

That's 2 pairs of shoes out of the running.

Hence, the idea of buying Crocs started playing around in my head again. I checked their website and they have new designs. My current favorites are the Cyprus, Juneau, and Lena. I hope to find something this weekend.

Today is Wednesday and it started raining early. I decided not to take my chances since I'm wearing felt-lined sandals that I really love and which I just bought (don't think me stupid for wearing something like this on a rainy day... the sun was shining when I left my house). In the hopes of getting home dry for the first time this week, I just asked MG to just pick me up from work.



Monday, September 8, 2008

Lola's Photo Album

Yesterday was Grandparents' Day, in case you didn't know. Another holiday probably invented by Hallmark for commercial purposes, but it serves my family well since it's a reason to gather everyone and visit Lola.

Lola, as we call my grandmother from my mom's side, is my last remaining grandparent. Among our grandparents, me and my sister were always closest to Lola. We used to play at her house when we were kids when mom and dad were at work. I remember going with her to the public school where she teaches 2nd Grade English when I was about 4 or 5 years old, and sitting in the classroom with the other students as she teaches. Then when we moved to Bataan and she was already retired, she would visit us and stay with us for weeks at a time.

Lola was a very big part of our childhood. And probably one of the best.

While we were at her house yesterday afternoon, she took out the box where she keeps her pictures to show us the most recent photos she has of one of our cousins. My mom commented that Lola should put the photos in an album since most of the most recent photos are loose. But Lola said she has no need for more albums. When she's gone, she doesn't know who will want to keep the photos she has collected over the years anyway.

I'm not sure why, but her comment made me a little sad. I guess because in my heart, I know it to be true. Not only for her, but for all of us.

We spend our entire lives collecting memories: small items of great sentimental value... but are useless artifacts to others. A flower pressed into the pages of a book. An old dorm room key. And pictures... lots and lots of them: the story of one lifetime.

What really happens to them when we leave?

I saw an old album in Lola's box. I' ve seen those photos before but never really gave them much thought. In an effort to preserve part of my family's memories and history, I borrowed the album and scanned the photos. I hope these will be easier to keep than the originals and hopefully will last longer.

Here are some of the photos from Lola's photo album.