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Some thoughts about my new job before I go to sleep

It’s refreshing to:

* have a boss whom you can actually talk to and share some common interests—like Sherlock, Good Omens and the genius that are the British, in general

* be told that they couldn’t take you in the position you applied for, and instead had a spot created for you, just because they saw your potential and thought, “Hey, we have to have this girl on our team,”

* have a boss who makes you feel trusted, listens and accepts your ideas, and even goes on a limb to lend you some (expensive!) books so you can learn more stuff about a particular section in the magazine (and then tells you that in the future maybe you can take charge of that section, too)

* have a boss who finds a balance seeing the good and the bad—she’s not afraid to critique you (but does so in a helpful manner that really shows she genuinely wants you to improve) but also gives you praises when she thinks you’ve done a mighty fine job

* be on a team that are on good terms with one another. No tension, can have fun, but still focused on the work.

I’ve only been here a month and a half; I’m so happy, but somewhere along the back of my head, pessimist!Kitty is screaming, “How long will this last?!” But now it’s just a relief to have a job that actually teaches you and gives you a chance to seize opportunities (because at some point they think, ‘you can.’) I’m crossing my fingers that hopefully, I’ll get to keep this job in the long run. God knows I really want to.





Welcome to the Rollercoaster Ride: Hanson Shout It Out Philippine Tour

DISCLAIMER: This is a lengthy post, mostly written for my benefit than yours. I might have rambled a little bit (or, you know, a lot) because it’s so hard to write about a band that you’ve been a fan of almost all your life.

I’ve never seen an international act performing in a concert before. The closest I got was when that kid from the Mexican telenovela “Luz Clarita” went to the Philippines and my dad made us watch from the Gen Ad area of the then Araneta Coliseum. I was a kid, and I was happy singing along while watching from the huge ass screen.

Years later, numerous bands and singers came to the country for concerts, and even though I was interested with them, I never actually bought a ticket. One, I was a student and didn’t have the money for it, and two, my dad would think it’s a waste of time. So you can say I never really paid much attention to these kinds of things.

But it was a different story when I learned that my favorite band (it sounds corny, but yes, MY FAVORITE BAND OF ALL TIME) was coming to the country as part of their world tour. My friend Denise texted me the info last December, and I nearly fainted. “Seryoso ka ba?” I asked, my insides screaming. “Wag kang mag-joke tangina.” But she was dead serious and I immediately contacted my twin,  Mimmy, who has been a fan for as long as I’ve been. We knew that this was that one great event we were waiting for; Hanson had already gone to the Philippines twice, and we had missed both concerts. We felt like bad fans, like we let them down because we weren’t even aware that they came to the country. I myself broke down and cried when I heard that they were here in 2004; I couldn’t believe I was so out of the loop. I didn’t have the right to be called a fan! Anyway, this time around (pun intended, haha) we had to go the concert no matter what and get the best seats possible, even if we had to go through hell just to score tickets.

When the news spread that Hanson was coming to Manila and Cebu (thanks to Dayly Entertainment’s religious updating of their page), a lot of my elementary and high school batchmates contacted me saying that I was the first person they thought of when they heard of the band’s concert. I was secretly happy they remembered—like it was in itself an affirmation of the love I had for the trio.

December came and I lost my job, and I was panicking that I wouldn’t get enough money to get good seats, since I’d be spending my last pay getting gifts for my loved ones. Plus, I wasn’t a member of Hanson’s fan club yet, so I didn’t have access to the members’ pre-sale of tickets. Good thing my dad always gives us money as his Christmas gift, and I used that to get VIP tickets. Yessir, I couldn’t settle for just Patron seats. Mimmy and I decided to get VIP spots, smack at the center of the Smart-Araneta coliseum, a few feet from the stage.


Patron VIP Tickets!

But it didn’t stop there. When Hanson announced that they were holding their very first Members Only Event at the Coliseum, Mim and I scrambled to become members, scraping whatever money we had left. Hell, we weren’t going to miss the chance to be serenaded FIRST and to take group photos with the band. It was a good thing, too, because we weren’t able to go to the autograph signing at SM North Edsa’s The Block, mainly because we were already broke by that time. Haha.

As the weeks passed and the date neared, Mim and I were a bundle of nerves and excitement. When the week of their arrival came, we launched into battle mode and carefully planned what outfit we were going to wear. Of course I didn’t want to look shabby in the picture with the guys behind me!

Fastforward to their arrival (I was nearly in tears, and my heart was hammering against my chest like crazy), Bandila guesting and autograph signing, the day of the MOE and concert finally arrived.


Johanne approached us at Smart-Araneta asking if we were going to the MOE. She was alone and asked if she could hang out with us during the concert. Of course! It was so nice to meet another fan who shared the same love for the band 🙂


I know who'll be behind that keyboard!


We're just a bundle of nerves, really.

When the band came out and said hello to the small crowd of members I was left speechless. I stood immobile, my mouth slack. There I was looking at the face of my crush, my first love, Taylor. Not in front of a screen but in the flesh, standing a few feet away from me. I didn’t know how to feel—it was like a clash of happiness, relief, excitement. After all these years of appreciation and utter devotion to the band, I finally had the chance to see and listen to them live. It was surreal.

When the time for group photos came, I couldn’t move. Inside I was thinking, “Are you fucking crazy? Photos with Taylor behind me, are you freakin’ serious?” And I guess it was that momentary hesitation that cost me. The girls in front of me already crowded around Tay (figures) and I approached Ike instead, and he smiled and put his hand behind my bare back. “Smile and look at the lady in gray,” he whispered. I died, really, and nearly jumped ship. Ike was so nice and he even shook my hand after the photos and I felt guilty about not appreciating him all that much throughout the years. Ike, man, I have newfound respect for you.

Leaving the Coliseum after the MOE, Mim, Johanne and I were breathless. We couldn’t stop gushing and reliving all of the band’s actions. When the time for the actual concert came, I told myself that I wasn’t going to be nervous and speechless again. But who was I kidding? When they entered and played the first notes of Waiting for This, I nearly broke down. I had been waiting for this, 15 long years to be exact.

The band was nothing but amazing. They didn’t have any fancy gimmick, just pure electricity. I got into this band because their first album was catchy and upbeat bubblegum pop, but I’ve heard their music evolve, and in every album there was certain purity to each soulful melody, and the passion overflowed in each song. Hanson had always been about the music, and their Manila concert showcased just that.


There are no words.

I’m not going into the details of their music, because I’ve never been good at giving proper reviews. I am going to say that I was glad that the Coliseum was filled with fans who weren’t just there because they remembered Hanson from their “Mmmbop” days. No, I was with fans who knew the lyrics to their This Time Around, Underneath, The Walk and Shout It Out album, and it was riveting to be singing (screaming) your lungs out along with other people who knew what Hanson’s music was all about. Who cares if we weren’t able to join the crowd standing in front of the barricade? Our seats were actually at a good vantage point—we stood up on our chairs, rocked out to “Where’s the Love,” “Crazy Beautiful,” “Can’t Stop,” “Penny and Me,” and “If Only,” and took in the melancholy music of “A Song to Sing” and “With You in Your Dreams.” In fact, when those two songs played I finally cried. It had finally sunk in; I had fulfilled a dream and I was awake for the whole ride.

Taylor said, “I’ll make a promise. We’ll be here in another 15 years if you promise to be here, as well.” Well, you can be assured that I’ll do good on that promise. It doesn’t matter how many years you ask of me, I’ll be here, the ever fangirl, just singing along and bringing your music into my soul.

Smart Parenting

12:30 m.n.

(phone rings and I answer it)

Dad: *angry* O, gising ka pa?

Me: *annoyed* Yes.

Dad: Bat gising ka pa?

Me: (Thinking: Why did you call me if you’re just going to be angry that I’m still awake??) Di pa ako inaantok.

Dad: Anong oras ka ba natutulog?

Me: Umaga.

Dad: Bakit ganun?

Me: Di pa ako inaantok.

Dad: Hay, nako, Aiel. Sinasanay mo na naman kasi yung sarili mo na ganyan. Magkakasakit ka na naman. Di mo ba alam na uso ang sakit ngayon? Sasakit na naman ang ulo ko sa pagpapagamot sayo. Umiinom ka ba ng Vitamin C?

Me: Hindi.

Dad: Bakit hindi ka umiinom ng Vitamin C e bumili na ako ulit?!

Me: *frustrated* Okay, okay. Iinom na ako.


Dad: Ok. Gusto mo ng burger?

15 mins later…

I love my dad, really.

Good Luck, Kitty.

Yes, consider this my year-ender entry. As usual, I’m late in doing it.

A few days before the New Year, one of my friends told me that the year prior to the celebration of your Chinese zodiac is said to be the unluckiest year you’ll ever experience. Since she was born in the year of the Dragon (which will be celebrated this 2012), her 2011 proved to be a lackluster year. Sure, it had its okay moments, but in all, it wasn’t a year she would look fondly of.

2013 will be the year of the Snake, so you can just imagine my trepidation right now. 2011 was pretty much a bad year for me, and all I want is to move forward and create a better year this time around. I don’t think I can take it if 2012 turns out to be even worse than the year prior.

That being said, let me take a moment to recall the highlights and lowlights of 2011:


*went to Boracay and got to spend time with my mom whom I haven’t seen (personally) in four years

*witnessed my dad and my mom try to become friends again after their ugly separation a decade ago

*became “Tita-Ninang” to the most adorable niece in the world

*got into my dream company

*finally went to an office where everyone had the same wavelength as I did; found officemates who made work easier and worth all the hard work

*got loads of free stuff from companies

*saw my name published monthly in a pretty popular magazine

*felt accomplished, career-wise

*ran my first 5k (with my boyfriend and my dad—who high-fived each other after the race was over!)

*celebrated an AWESOME second anniversary with my boyfriend

*received Panda, whom I slaved over for five months


*got dengue and was hospitalized

*quit my 2nd job because of financial difficulties (read: I wasn’t getting paid)

*got into an intense fight with my sister which almost made me pack my bags and leave

*got reprimanded on my last job because of my tardiness

*was told that I had awful English grammar and that I have difficulty when it comes to prepositions

*had my ego bruised and my self-esteem deflated

*lost my third job (which makes it a total of three jobs—in a year and a half!), even when I honestly loved every minute of it and would’ve wanted to stay for a few more years

*celebrated a dreary Christmas (sure, it was accentuated with exciting moments here and there, but overall, it was blah)

Looking at my list, it might seem that the highlights trump the lowlights, but considering the gravity of the events in the latter, you can surmise I’m feeling pretty down right now. I lost the first job that I’ve loved ever since I became part of the yuppies, and it sucks even worse because it was in my dream company. It’s like I put in a lot of love and effort, and for what? To have a taste and that’s it?

Eh, but don’t worry, I’m not giving up. Another friend told me that “You’re still the master of your fate,” so I guess I’ll try to do just that. For now, I’ll take another shot at my dream company, and if it doesn’t work out… well. I’ll think of that when I get there.

So what say you? Wish me luck?


In my research, I found out that two of my most favorite people in the world were born in the year of the snake. Anne Rice and Sarah Michelle Gellar. What do they have in common? COOL VAMPIRE BACKGROUND. Anne Rice makes badass vampires while Sarah Michelle played Buffy of the Buffy the Vampire Slayer series. Which had Spike. ‘Nuff said.

Moving on.

Meet Panda!

So today I finally got my new baby. I’ve been talking about saving money for a new laptop the past year and the year before, and I was finally able to follow through with it. My mom agreed to split the cost with me, so for the past five months I’ve been saving half of my meager earnings so I can finally buy a laptop. I was even lucky that mom lived in the States, so buying a Macbook Pro was relatively cheaper compared to buying it in the Philippines. Even luckier, we pooled the money around the time of the Black Friday sale, so I got a huge discount on it 🙂

I decided to name him Pandora, nicknamed Panda. He’s bisexual, like me (of course). Why Pandora? Well, the cheesy explanation is this: I used to hate all things Apple (hence, like Pandora, I saw it as an evil), but when I started using one in the office, I realized that what people were raving about was true—it really was a convenience. So therein lies the hope. Oh my ghad, now that I’ve typed it, I realized it’s the ultimate cheese. So to make up for it, I’ll name it Panda.

Anyway, Panda’s also my symbol of hope. 2011 was kind of a rough year for me. I’ve been hopping from extreme happiness to extreme sadness one after another. I quit my job, found another one that was supposed to make me happy, quit it months after because the company couldn’t pay me, found a job at my dream workplace but was let go after my probation period.

It was a huge blow, mainly because the reasons given were something I couldn’t come to terms with. After my evaluation I felt like a huge thorn was lodged on my ego—I always thought I was good at writing, but it turns out I wasn’t. Not good enough. Honestly, I’m at the lowest point right now. All my confidence has been stripped from me, and I’m questioning all of my abilities. I have such a huge dream, but now I’m unsure if I can make it into a reality.

But Panda’s giving me hope. It might sound crazy, putting your faith into an inanimate object, but just looking at his shiny exterior makes me think that I can still do great things, as long as I work hard for it. This, too, shall pass.

I can start over.

And as part of the new beginning, I’ll try to update my blog as often as I can again. I think the only way to get better at writing is to exhaust myself stringing words, and that’s what I’ll try to do. My muse has been imprisoned way too long at the back of my brain; laziness has overcome him.

But maybe it’s time to let him out?

Here’s to hoping. And moving on.

Like a mom.

Because I’ve lost my independence streak (I got hospitalized, and my dad paid the bills. I got a new job, and its pay days are different from the usual 15&30, therefore, I had to ask for money for transpo and such), I’m trying to make up for it by channeling my non-existent budgeting skills so I can save up for my laptop, which I’ve been hungering for since last year. My mom agreed to split the bill, and she suggested it’d be better if I buy in the States, as gadgets are cheaper there.

So my biggest goal for the year is to save money, not just for the laptop, but also for emergency purposes. Maybe I can even save enough to move out. (Oh, my dreams!)

Anyway, being the paranoid freak that I am, I decided to estimate how much I would be able to save and how much money would be left for me after deducting my expenses. LOL I’m like a mom now, geez. Anyway, here’s a table:

Estimated net pay: Php11,500


Fare per day (I commute to work): Php71 x 22 (usual working days) = P1,562/mo

Smart Bro Internet: Php1,000

Cable: Php280

Total estimated expenses: Php2,842

Estimated Pay – Expenses = Php8,658

Which leaves me with…

Php5,000/mo for my laptop fund


Php3,658/mo for additional expenses.

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Yeah, you might say, 3k?! That’s not enough! Well, I’ll make it enough for me. That means I have to lessen my shopping (which I don’t do, anyway) and most especially, I NEED TO STOP GOING TO RESTAURANTS AND BINGING ON FOOD WITH MOOKIE. Do you feel the torture?

Huh, maybe it’ll do some good with my bulging stomach. (Dream on, Kitty)

Debating with myself

When you get a job and stop asking your parents for money, the things you need vs. the things you want end up being in a blurred line. I mean, I’m trying to save money so I can buy myself a laptop, but there are so many things I want that I don’t need but want desperately. In an effort to restrain myself from spending too much, here is a list of the things I “need” vs the things I “want.” Can you help me decipher which is which?

Things I Need

  1. Jeans (for some reason, the pair I bought from Mossimo – which by the way cost a bajillion bucks – is lost. I gained a lot of weight and my waist size is no longer 25, judging from the way my tummy bulges whenever I wear my jeans L )
  2. Flats (I refuse to wear heels because I commute to work and ride the jeepney everyday. It’s so hard to walk! Plus, I don’t have girly flats and I think I need to start investing on those now.)
  3. A new closet (I want my shoes to fit in my closet. And I need drawers for my underwear and other things I don’t want people to see. My current closet is a pain in the ass and very hard to organize)
  4. A laptop

Things I Want

  1. A Globe line
  2. An updated wardrobe (shorts,, shirts, blouses, etc)
  3. Books
  4. iTunes gift cards for Lucas 😐

Great. I was thinking of so many things awhile ago and now I can’t seem to remember them. Anyway, that’s the list for now. You think I separated them properly? *sigh* I think I’m depressed. I need to buy these things (the first three, anyway) but my salary will only be released on the 20th. *SIGH*

ETA: Those in strikethrough I have finally bought! (The closet is thanks to my mom. Yay!)