Belt, Wallet, and Money Clip

My dad is back in Vietnam. This morning, I didn't go to work, I accompanied my mom to the airport to see him off. Yesterday, I bought him a new belt, wallet and money clip for his birthday on the 29th and it was my first time to shop in the men's accessories section.

Shopping is not my hobby actually. I only go to malls to buy something that I have seriously premeditated on. Some say that shopping for women is a form of relaxation and treatment, well, not for me. Although I love going to the spa and lavish myself with stuff from The Body Shop every once in awhile. Anyway, all I am saying is that I am no shopping expert, and so I find it relatively hard to choose from a variety of wallets and belts for men. They all looked the same to me. This is where brand names come in, after looking at different sales and brands, I settled with Hickok, only because that's the brand I know.

I bought a reversible belt and wallet from Hickok (I was amazed with the belt because my dad can use it for brown and black pants, just by turning the buckle around). I also went to McJim, I compared theirs and that of Hickok's, but I found Hickok's better and more affordable.

Of course, had I got more money to spend, I would have gone to Marlboro Classics or some place more expensive. But hey, I am really not particular about brands, only when I am clueless which to buy and only when nothing stands out. On the other hand, I don't mind spending much for my dad.

By the way, my dad was very happy when he saw what I bought him. He wore the belt with his flimsy shorts. hahaha

Dear Diary

Blogging appreciates my intrapersonal communication skills, and what's great about it is that no one finds it weird. When I tell my friends that I talk to myself and can actually finish a sentence for myself, they would either look at me with amusement on their faces or with pity. But then, the ability to commune with oneself is a rare privilege.

My Blogspot account serves as my haven, my hiding place for quiet times. When I want to "go out" and join the fun, I use my Multiply account. Before posting my first entry on Blogspot, I made a headcount of my friends who are also into the same provider, and I found out that most of the people I know who are into Blogspot belong to my circle of closest friends. I kinda like to keep this as a private place for myself, and if anybody finds out, then, kudos, cheers and welcome!

I grew up reading the Diary of Anne Frank, although I don't remember finishing it. My mom would always push me to read it as if it was the most enlightening book of all time. In fairness to my mom and to Anne, everytime I read her entries, I would always feel the connection between her words and my heart. I could feel her, and at some point, I thought I knew her.

I tried keeping a diary when I was young, but I didn't enjoy it. It seemed like I had to make a quota of entries or something everyday. It eventually became sort of a daily "academic" exercise because my mom told me that keeping a diary would help me track my progress in English and polish my grammar. So, instead of just pouring out my emotions, I focused more on grammar, organizations and mechanics.

When I talk to myself, I also think that maybe someday someone would get to listen to my stories. Maybe someday too, someone would find out about my secret blogspot.

My Sweet Spot

"This is where I want to be, right where you want me." - Daisy, when all ventures have failed.

I realized this morning how much I enjoy my job. I thought, "how many of us get to take part in implementing reforms in the Philippine Education system?" On the other hand, "how many of us care?" Perhaps, more than anything else, I enjoy being surrounded by my kindred spirits, and learning from them.

Frankly, I can't describe exactly what my job is. In our office, due to lack of manpower, we have to assume two or three responsibilities more in addition to our "designated" workload. I do technical, executive, writing, clerical, disbursements, and logistics, among others. Plus, I am now my boss' new best friend. hehe

I want to believe that I have found my "sweet spot" in here. Amidst the pressure I experience everyday, I am happy. Oh yeah, I am. It's funny how I tried to fit myself in other fields when I knew all along where I should be. In here, life is a breeze. No matter how overwhelming my work is, I can still say that I am having a really fun time.

Tongue-tied

Maybe it's just me or my personality, but I debunk the argument that women speak "something" thousand words a minute. I am a woman but I am no speed-talker. In fact I don't talk at all. I don't talk about my day and how it has been, about clothes, shoes, bags and stuff like that. Hmm.. I'm sure shy and coy girls would agree with me, but hey, I am no shy girl either! So, yeah, maybe it's just the personality...

I think I need to read a lot though... I sometimes find myself running out of good words to say. Gosh, I feel like speaking in tongues.

Toastmasters Club

I am set to attend my first Toastmasters Club Session on the 20th. I have been telling you about my thoughts on embracing spontaneity, and I guess speaking in front of people I don't know will really help me overcome whatever stage fright I have or any form of speech gaps I missed during my Speech Comm class..

The venue of the Toastmasters is at Sulo Hotel, which was actually my second choice after being ignored by the first one. But I guess, it turned out well and for the better.

Anyway, I am here in the office working -- on a holiday, on my mom's birthday, and in the middle of a heavy storm.