100 Day Photo Challenge : Day 2

A picture of you and the person you have been close with for the longest

I don't really have someone I'm close with whom I can talk to anything about [aside from my imaginary friend lmao, I'm kidding.. xD] but if it's someone I'm just close with, of course, it's going to be my elder sister.. :)

Me and my elder sister Yden, taken last 26/02 at SS3 Manila

I remembered back in high school, we always went out together to walk to the market and look for cassette tapes of our favorite boybands. xD She loves Backstreet Boys, I love Westlife. And we were fans of the Moffatts. [I'm embarrassed to say that now.. xD Teenage years, why so embarrassing? xD] Some people had asked us if we were twins because they often see us together. We don't look anything alike. LOL. I'm taller and bigger than her. She always sports short hair, I love my hair long. Our voices might sound almost the same but we're very different from one another. :)

100 Day Photo Challenge : Day 1

A picture of yourself with fifteen facts about yourself

Fifteen facts about ME: [these are all random, i just put things that came to mind..]

→ I want to travel the world. It is my lifelong dream. I want to see the beautiful world wonders, the historical buildings, the museums, the mountains, the animals, the changing colors of leaves, the flowers, the people, the culture, everything.

→ I don't know how to swim. I don't know how to drive. I don't know how to ride a bike. I certainly don't know how to fly.

→ I like eating spicy food. I hate eating chocolate candies/bars but I love eating chocolate pastries. I also like looking at pretty foods.

→ Unlike what most people believe, I don't think ones soulmate is always of the opposite sex. What I mean is, it doesn't always have to be someone you have to be romantically linked with. I believe that ones soulmate can be anyone, like his/her mother, father, anyone from his/her family, his/her neighbor, his/her best friend.

→ I wanted to live in the past, specifically in the Renaissance England. It's also the time of history that I want to read about the most. I'm a huge history buff.

→ I like browsing vintage photos. I love looking back to the 1920s, 1930s through black and white photos.

→ I'm not a pessimistic person but I think people who are overly optimistic are fake people. Most of the people I met who shows that they're overly optimistic are the most pessimistic people I've ever met.

→ My favorite colors are pink, red, yellow and sky blue. I hate black, brown, gray, dark blue and maroon. I think of them as the dirty looking colors. :\

→ I don't do any house chores. :| I dislike cleaning. I don't know how to wash dishes, how to cook, how to do the laundry and all sort of things.

→ I hate talking on the phone. I hate receiving phone calls. I don't think there's anything fun with talking on the phone for so long.

→ I love reading manga. I read almost all genres but my favorites are usually shoujo and yaoi. Yes, yaoi.

→ I don't believe in love at first sight. I don't believe in everlasting love, one that promises forever. I don't think it exists.

→ I don't like wearing makeup. I hate looking artificial. Yes, it does make people look beautiful but I think of it as a tool for fake beauty, for fooling others.

→ I love watching movies alone. I find joy in sitting alone in the movie house while the beauty of the movie plays. I get to appreciate the story and the actors more.

→ I may have Chinese blood in me. Yes, I'm not sure. I would have to trace my family tree from way back to find out about this. I included this because people I meet for the first time always mistake me for being Chinese. One of my previous teammate from my previous work always, as in she never fails to do this, ask me about my family plans whenever Chinese New Year arrives. [Same goes for my elder sister. Some of my friends call my mother 'Tita Koreana'. Chesca, my niece, gets mistaken as Korean as well.]

pathetic

Let me talk about the job and the people I'm training with.

I mentioned about hating the workplace, the job and the people on my last blog post in September. I haven't changed my mind. I still hate the workplace, the job and the people.

I did not wish to apply to the company but I'm running out of options. It's almost Christmas holidays and I need money, so I took my parents' advise and went ahead and apply in the company. Did I enjoy applying there? No. Did I find the place nice enough for me to stay long? No. Did I find anything to make me stay at all? No. I have no reason to stay. But I have to because right now, that's the only option I have. It doesn't make sense, I know. I can't find any sense in what I'm doing, honestly. My life has been pretty meaningless for sometime now. :|

The job. Goodness. The repetitive job that I'm trying to avoid has come haunting me. I do not wish to do any of the things we're training for. I left my previous job because it's stressful and repetitive. But here I am, trying to stomach this training and make it look like I'm so happy I'm part of this training class? WTF AM I DOING REALLY? I am torturing myself. I just can't stand doing it but I keep doing it. I'm a masochist. A freakin' stupid masochist.

The people. Our class is somewhat divided. There's the noisy, perverted, happy standouts and there's the quiet, nicer ones. Guess what? I don't belong to any of each. I go solo. They have their own people to go with and I walk alone. I am the weird and odd one who doesn't talk at all. But I don't hate it. They might judge me as a loner, a freak but I don't really care. I don't trust people anymore. I've been through so much from my previous workplace that I don't know who to trust anymore. And this environment that I am in, it's almost the same one I left. :|

And the topics that these people are talking about are disturbing and disgusting. They keep talking about personal issues or their personal lives. It is called "personal" for a reason. Why do you have to tell everyone about something that's not supposed to be said? Why do you have to force people to talk about something they don't want to talk about? Something that only people they're close with are supposed to know? Is it mandatory to tell everyone about your sex life? And if you don't tell stories, you're a loser? Where are we? In Highschool?

I just don't get it. What is this mentality? I can't stand it. That's why I don't laugh at jokes. I do sometimes but very, very rare times. I just don't understand it and I don't want any of it. I can stomach it for a month, maybe two but that's my limit. I have to find a better job than this. I don't ever want to come back to this nature of job. I don't think I deserve to be in this field of work. No matter how capable I am. This is really hell on earth for me. :|

Accident

Hi. *sigh* I feel sorry for not being able to post anything new. I said a few weeks ago that I'd probably be posting more since I have loads of stories to tell from the training. :| Well, I do.

But first off, let me tell you about a sad incident that happened a week ago. On my father's way to the church (he's on his motorbike), he met an accident. A car (Isuzu Sportivo) hit the motorbike which led of course to my father getting injured. :(

The time it happened, there was only me, my eldest sister and her babies at home. My brother-in-law, who was also going to church that time found our father maybe 15minutes after the accident and called home as soon as they reached the hospital. Me and my sister were in disbelief. Though we always thought that my father is prone to traffic accident, we didn't expect him to get into an accident when riding his motorbike (because he's always careful when on his bike). But he's kind of a reckless driver because he's old, you know how old people always want to get their way on the road.. Plus I've been in 2 traffic accidents with my father driving, in fact, I still have problems looking at intersections when I'm riding any vehicle. [The bus ride is a different story. My heart still beats frantically when I ride a bus. -__-]

It wasn't his fault. It was the driver of the Sportivo's fault. My father was carefully crossing an intersection when the Sportivo hit him. That car shouldn't have went straight to him because the road past my father is a one way street. But he did, that's why my father was hit. The car's driver shouldered the responsibility as he found out he was the one in the wrong.

I heard my brother-in-law telling my sister how he found my father after the accident. He said my father was sitting in the corner of a street and there were people eyeing what happened. My father's forehead was bleeding and his shirt was torn with blood smeared all over it. :( No one was doing anything. :( It was such a good thing that my brother-in-law left the house after my father, for if not, who's going to take my father to the hospital if the people around were just looking? :( My bro-in-law also mentioned about the car's driver staying in the car after the accident with his wife was crying. The driver wasn't going out not because he refused to take responsibility but because he was so shocked at what happened; he was trembling.

After taking my father to the hospital, my bro-in-law called home and my eldest sister, his wife, received the call. I was just sitting in a corner watching TV. After telling me about the accident, I just stood there, trying to process the news. My eldest sister tried to call my elder sister (who is currently in the mall with our mother) and my brother. My elder sister didn't get to answer the call but my brother called as soon as my eldest sister hang up the phone. When my elder sister and our mother came home (just a few minutes after our last call), we informed them. We told them that my brother will be fetching them to go to the hospital. We couldn't possibly all go since there's a 1-week old baby, a 1-year-and-7-month old little girl, we had to worry about. I was left with my eldest sister and her babies. We just waited for news from my brother and sister.

They did a CT scan on my father and found a small crack on his skull, somewhere between his nose and left eye. We couldn't possibly just let him go home of course. But we had to get a second opinion from another hospital because the first hospital we sent him to was 'a bit' unreliable. After arranging the papers, they took my father to a better hospital and got him treated there. The hospital did another CT scan to make sure that the crack wouldn't result to any other damage like blood clot. Thank goodness, the doctors said it wouldn't, as long as the proper medications were taken. My father went home last Thursday and he's currently resting. He can walk okay now but still get dizzy from time to time but he's doing really okay. I'm just glad. We're all glad. :)