Housewife

I always say dream ko maging housewife. And now that I already know how it feels to be one, binabawi ko na =P

When my contract ended barely a month ago, my handsome hubby-with-a-makabugto-ug-bra-bedroom-voice, asked me to stop working while we are waiting for my Visa and just devote my time studying nihongo. Of course pumayag din ako since dream ko nga maging housewife lang and aside from that, I need to learn nihongo.

So since then, my routine would be from 1-5:30 pm I have nihongo class, go home after and study and make assignments. (One time while watching Regine Velasquez's concert, I was memorizing vocabulary words). Then talk to my husband over the net, chat with whoever is awake at 2-3 am who is usually Claire. And then go to bed.

I love the part where I can wake up late and watch my favorite TV shows like Boy and Kris, TV Patrol, Deal or No Deal, Isabella, Natutulog Ba Ang Dyos. But what I don't like and I think will never get used to is, trying to scrimp because of the fact that I don't work anymore and there will be no more walk in the bank every 2 weeks. I can always ask my husband for more honey este money, but I'm not comfortable with asking him for my facial, pedicure, hair color and many more ka eklatan. This should have been easy for me because I was raised a spoiled papa's girl who gets everything I want, but when I became financially independent for 7 years, it's difficult to fill that shoes again. I learned that there is something better than being spoiled, it's that power of getting what I want, when I want it and nobody cares why I want it.

Not that I still want to be that selfish, but I just don't like to depend on "another person" for my girlie wants.

Good thing this is just temporary, now I know why my husband detests on my idea of wanting to be his housewife. I used to tease/pester him that I just want to be ala Gretchen Baretto, maybe that is why he made me this, but without the Louis Vittons and bodyguards.

Okay baby, I rest my case.

Condolence

I just received an email from our alumni mailing list and I found out that one of my brother's close friend in high school has passed away. He is so young at 29 years old, and very cutie pa... actually one of the popular guys in school, i'm sure there's so much ahead of him.

It's so sad to hear that a young person to have gone ahead, much more someone you really know.

Hay death. Walang pinipiling oras, or age.

Condolence Jonathan.

Last Day

Today is another last day of work for me. My contract with this company ends today (do i hear yiheee?). Unlike my last day in NEC and NyFix, this is not an emotional one. Well, my teammates in Northwest Airlines had a lunchout at Terikayi Boy Paseo and that's it. I don't feel sad or anything. Maybe I have gotten used to saying goodbyes or maybe with my six months stay here, I deliberately didn't make any emotional ties with my teammates, my desk or my computer because I knew I won't stay here for long. Like my constant lunchmates are also Sysgen contractuals and Georgia. Today, it's so easy to pack my things.

Part of the resignation is the signing of clearance. As I went from 12th floor to the 5th (where the Project manager and Net Admin are), I can't help but felt a relief that I won't be using the old and dangerous elevator of Citibank Center. I think this building has the worst elevator in Makati! There is one elevator that looks like a horror booth or a cofin because they covered the mirrored wall with black cloth and it wouldn't close unless you manually push the doors. Then one time I got stuck for 5 minutes buti na lang wala akong bombay na kasama bwehehehe. But it's better that what happened to Krizel who got stuck for 10 minutes. Another was when the elevator approached 12th floor, it suddenly stopped and zoomed down to the basement without stopping, just like a free-fall. Last Tuesday night, I waited for almost 10 minutes for an elevator to drop by 12th floor so I could ride ang go home, no it's not that all the elevators were full but they just wouldn't open or the going down button wouldn't work.

Now I just wonder what Citibank is doing with the interests they earn with my ballooning credit card account that they can't even fix their building elevators. tsk. tsk.

I'm just glad I wouldn't have to ride them again. =P