WWF: Wow Wow Fafa?

Life seems to always come and surprises me even in the worst times, even in a day that I feel enraged. After a lousy weekend and a conflict-ridden Monday, I met a cutie pie fafa at a UN division that spearheads wildlife protection, which was such a nice surprise after all the misery.

Last weekend, I felt an overwhelming anger, yet again, because I feel that my boss isn't as prepared to be a good leader as I'd like him to be; he wanted us to still work during the weekend but didn't give us a prompt set of instructions until Saturday night. Sadly, I was able to only check my work email in the evening of Sunday, which was too late to even attempt to salvage the situation. If he had the initiative to tell us that we had to work last weekend, I could've canceled some plans to comply with the work order.

Monday came and I was antsy about the meeting that was urgently called by our supervisor because I felt that she was going to scold us for not being able to do work only to hear about something else. As it turns out, she didn't have the focus to scold us about that anymore. Instead, she started venting about one of our team members who is currently giving her some nasty attitudes. If I might dare say, I left the house to attend a so called "urgent" meeting only to hear about venting, which was more than 3/4 of the entire time that we talked. As a friend, I can understand how she feels, but I also felt that it was an added burden on my part because I felt conflicted since the team mate that I am talking about is also my friend.

As soon as the meeting ended, I decided to head straight home to rid myself of the negativity. On the way home, I passed by ATC (Alabang Town Center) and that was where my day began to change for the better. As I was passing by the escalators, a cute guy talked to me about donating to his organization to fund projects here in the Philippines. I couldn't concentrate much on what he was saying because I was concentrating on his cuteness.

I could say that he was cute but I can't really say that he's gwapo. I just liked him because he looked like a nice guy with a clean haircut, crisp looking clothes, and a dimple on his right milky-white cheek. If I weren't moreno, I felt that he could notice that I was blushing.

I don't know if my gaydar was running wonky, but I felt that he was fishing for information about me. He asked if I had a girlfriend. I said, "NO!!!" with the letters audibly capitalized and resounded loudly that entailed I used 3 exclamation marks. Hopefully, by the way I reacted, he got a hint. Now, here's the clincher! I was on the verge of donating when I realized that I was broke so I politely said no to him. Instead, what he did was he offered me his name and cell number. Before that, I shook hands with him, but I made it a point to shake hands with him again before I left. *giggle* Gosh! His hands felt warm and firm --I wanted to shake his hands a third time!

On the van heading home, I smiled secretly because of that brief but wonderful encounter with Wow Wow Fafa. I didn't think that my day would turn out to be so good but it did. I think that this is a second lesson on learning that life does have surprises. I just need to look for WWF once again and see if Wow Wow Fafa would be there. Hahaha!

Now, the question is this:

What to do with the cell phone number he gave me? Choices ... choices... Care to share your thoughts?

PhotoCredits: Hipster White with Pink Pin Stripe Shirt from Hawes & Curtis

Bank Crush

No, this guy doesn't look like Bank Crush. It's just the plaid shirt.  

We really don't know when we would encounter things that would make us happy or at least make a foul situation turn around. As the cliche goes, waking up in the wrong mood can make anybody cross the whole day, but that trip to the bank made everything worth it.

Today, my mother dragged me, oh so early in the morning, to a local bank so I can open a checking account. She tried waking me up at around 9:00 AM, and I think I yelled at her, making me feel mad and angry at myself. After about 30 minutes more of sleeping, I eventually woke up. I sipped my first cup of coffee and had breakfast in a sour mood. I took a bath and prepared to leave the house with her.

We arrived at the bank at around 11:00 AM. The time may have been way later than that. To make matters worse, I received an email from my boss that I had to do extra work so I was really in a hurry to be done with opening a checking account. On top of the late time and the extra work I had to do, the line in the New Accounts department was really long and slow-moving.

Since I was rushing to go home, I felt even crosser than ever. The line moves one person every 45 minutes or so. To occupy my time, I tried looking around the bank and the other people who were trying to also open new accounts. It seems to be an hour in the waiting that I saw this guy whom I'll call Bank Crush, and my mood started turning around.

Bank Crush was the type of guy that I'd describe as the guy next door. He had his hair cut in a clean sort of manner, much like that of Jensen Ackles of Supernatural. I think he was half-Chinese because he was quite fair and had almond eyes. He wore a short-sleeved polo shirt with a white and blue plaid pattern. The top button showed his reddish chest. *blush* After seeing him, my frown started to disappear.

I only started smiling when I sat next to him at the counter where the bank representatives processed the application. That space was somewhat cramped, so as we were writing our particulars on the forms, our elbows brush against each other in a justified way that says, "Hey dude, hindi ako nanyansing." I can feel my lips curl upward every time our skin brushed against each other. *hi hi hi*

Finally, everything was done and it was time to go home. It rained outside just as my mother and I started to leave but it didn't frazzle me. I was still floating in my own cloud, way above the rain, to be agitated by bad weather. Looking back, I realize that any situation can bring something good. I just have to look around for it.

PhotoCredits: Blue Plaid Shirt by Steven Alan on Porhomme.com.

Here I Stand Alone

As I read through people's blogs, I noticed that most of the wonderful people of the Philippine Blogosphere is going back to school. Contrarily, I am just starting to take my summer because my line of work entails that I follow the American school year. With the winding down of my hectic schedule, I find myself with a lot of time that I don't know what to do with, so I feel that I am standing alone at the edge of a cliff, waiting for something to happen; I could very well be waiting to make a decision on what to do with this abundance of free time. Should I jump, stay still, or walk back on more solid ground?

This situation seems to be my metaphor for my nervous, energetic mental disposition. This charactaristic is more Virgoans than Leonine. According to Parker and Parker (1991), people born under the sign of Virgo tend to have a lot of energy but they are not sure how to use it. Most of the time, the nervous energy goes into frivolous and frittered waste. It seems that nowadays, I have a lot of ideas to write about, but I don't know or, perhaps I'm just lazy to write them down. Nevertheless, here's another blog post. *sigh*

I'm not myself today. I can't continue my train of thought. Is there anybody that I can get advice from to stay focused?