I like pretty things.

I seriously don't know where to start. I haven't written in so long (at least not in my blog anyway). Maybe it was because I got busy with work. Maybe it was because I didn't have anything to write about. Or maybe, it was because I was lazy. Yes, lazy. Let's go with that.

I started working (like, real work) in a PR agency this January. I contact the media for press events, make PR reports, write and seed press releases, monitor pick-ups, and occasionally present to clients. Little did I know that I would also be making infographics, logos, posters, invites, and the like. So, hello Photoshop. We meet again, after countless times I've broken up with you.

As for my first post after months of hibernation from the blogosphere, I decided that it should be dedicated to my creative work that no one will see. (Unless of course you were invited to the event or part of the presentation, then hello, I am the creator.)

Coke Makisalo Makisali Proposed PR Plan

SoFA Pitch, Brochure 1

SoFA Pitch, Brochure 2

 FedEx Pitch, Comparative Pricing

FedEx Pitch, Competitors + CSR

 FedEx Pitch, The Logistics Process

adidas King of the Road 2013 Save the Date

Wyeth ProMama Mama Yes You Can Logo

Wyeth ProMama, Press Event Invites + Stickers

Wyeth ProMama, Proposed Inforgraphic


Wyeth ProMama Myth Question 1


Wyeth ProMama Myth Question 2


Wyeth ProMama Myth Question 3


Wyeth ProMama Myth Question 4


Wyeth ProMama Myth Question 5

I'm pretty sure I was hired to be a publicist, but sometimes, I really wonder. Oh well. 

Fight. Flight. Future.

I think I finally understood why we weren't meant to know what happens in the future. About a month ago, I visited a psychic with a few of my friends. Now, it's not that I highly believe in those things, but I just wanted to experience it. I know a few people who've had their readings done and said it was very accurate. I just wanted to see for myself.

So, I went over to Tara's (that's the name of the psychic), chose a deck of cards and started asking my questions. She covered everything from career to family to even my love life. She said her predictions, but also mentioned some events that have happened to me in the past. It was pretty scary when she got things correctly, but I tried very hard not to make any sudden movements or facial expressions. I didn't want her cold reading my expressions to her advantage.

After having your future read to you, you can only react two ways: Fight or Flight. Either you anticipate the situation and subconsciously make decisions that eventually lead to that thing happening, or you try to avoid the situation altogether, making sure that it doesn't happen.

And here's where it gets tricky.. None of her predictions for me have come true (yet). And I'm not sure whether or not it's because she's not really a psychic or because I've chosen flight every single time. I feel like there could have been instances when she was right, but just to prove otherwise, I did the exact opposite. Maybe it was my Catholic ways, or maybe I'm just scared everything she said would come true if I let at least one of her predictions happen, but I just felt like I had to change things.

So the true question remains, did she correctly read my future? The fact that none of them have come true could be because of my own doing. I have probably altered my own future by knowing it. I guess I'll never really know, but one thing's for sure, I'd rather take the future one day at a time.


Edit: One has come true because I made the first move towards it. 

Just one of those days.

Ever had one of those days when a certain someone just kept crossing your mind? And it's not that you particularly miss them or still long for them, but I think it's more of because you miss the idea of having them around. I'm having one of those days.

Hoodie/Bed/Emo Weather

It has been raining for the past idon'tknowhowmany days. Don't get me wrong, I love the rain. The pitter patter sound of the water, the chilly winds that accompany it, and even the once-in-awhile lightning strikes that feels like God is taking a photograph. What I don't like is the feeling it brings. The rush back of emotions of better or worse times.

It's been a week since I got back from Italy. The trip was the perfect escape to my routinely life. It gave me a chance to get lost and step out of my comfort zone. It did not though let me forget what I left back home. The moment I got back, I felt like I was back to waiting. Waiting and waiting.. For nothing. Again.

I seriously don't want to go back to that. But I feel like, if the opportunity 'FINALLY' presents itself (again), I will fall for it (again). I am such a sucker for love.

1 Corinthians 10:13

Please read my previous post to know what this is about.

My dad raised us to never ever give up. And because of that, I've even had instances when people would tell me that I have a high tolerance for pain. For me, it was never about pride or being too competitive (okay, maybe a little), but more than anything, it was just because it was instilled in me since I was young. I never really knew anything else.

Sitting in the car with my dad saying, "I just really don't know what to do, Lord." over and over and finally ending it with "I give up." after countless sighs, I couldn't even feel anything. I wasn't sad. I wasn't even mad. Just.. that I actually felt the same exact way.

Here we were, two people that practically lived by the motto of never giving up, giving up. For the both of us to give up must mean that we've both hit our limits. I was hurting. After everything that has happened, I just felt helpless. I didn't know what to do anymore. And even if I wanted to go on, I didn't know where to. And I looked at my dad. I wanted more than anything else to tell him not to give up. But before I could, he put himself together and found a solution.

When I got home, I opened my book of answers. This is what it said: No testing has overtaken you that is not common to everyone. God is faithful, and he will not let you be tested beyond your strength, but with the testing he will also provide the way out so that you may be able to endure it.

Even after everything that I went through, after everything went wrong, I still can't help but feel thankful. I have never felt so loved in my life.

GU.

I had a string of bad luck happen to me over the weekend. It basically all started when I lost my phone. Or rather, it was stolen from me. (P.S. Boo you whoever you are that stole it. Not cool, man.) & it was pretty much down hill from there. I accidentally (with the help of a rather drunk friend) ripped a 500 peso bill. On my way home, I was low on gas (and cash!) and had to drive home gangsta-style, windows down, which actually wasn't so bad since it was around 3 or 4 in the morning, but that's besides the point 'cause I was seriously praying my car wouldn't just stop in the middle of the highway or whatever. Oh, but I got home safe, if ever you're wondering.

The next day, I got my period. (TMI on the internet, but who cares. I'm trying to prove a point.) And guess what. We were out of napkins. & tissue paper. Imagine waking up to blood and a hangover. Worst combination ever. In the afternoon, I decided to pick up my new sim card from Globe. I got there 10 minutes to 5, but they were already closed. SERIOUSLY?! When I got back to the car, it wouldn't start. (Please read next post to know more about this.) The battery was dead. My mom had to drive to us with jumper cables.

Seriously. GU. Give up.

Another love post.

I haven't written anything in awhile. Maybe for fear that i'll reveal too much. Sometimes, I guess I let my emotions take over and it ends up doing all the writing. But I do miss it, so i'll let it take over even just this once. Hopefully I won't give away too much of myself.

If you ask me, there's a very fine line between really good friends and new lovers. Sometimes it's hard to determine which side you're on, so you kind of stay in that gray area. Most people would prefer to know, either if they were on the black side or the white. I'm probably not like most people. I found comfort in staying in the gray area. I guess you could say I liked having the freedom to move from one side to the other. I've never been that relationship-y type of girl, if you know what I mean. But I think now, I'd like to be.

I don't know what's worse, having the right love at the wrong time or the wrong love at the right time? I feel like I'm homesick for a place that doesn't even exist (yet). But don't get me wrong, I don't regret anything. Yes, it does feel nice to have some consistency in your life, but I think the greatest loves are the ones that surprise you. The ones you never expected. The ones that leave you and return, even greater than before. The ones that hurt the most. And the ones that stay with you almost forever.

I need to know that this kind of love still exists. The kind that doesn't really need words. The kind that let's you sleep together, and I mean, literally, sleep right next to each other without the expectation of anything more. The kind of love that lights up the room. The kind of love that makes other people say, "I want that. Exactly what they have." It would be so peaceful. Like the feeling of sleep, but being awake in it together.

I've probably said too much already. But life is too short to lie about how you really feel. What do you have to lose? Carpe that fucking diem! :)