This has been a long week - as if everyone decided to have their meetings/luncheons/seminars/functions all in the same week! It was just crazy!!! It was one of those weeks when I really wished I had mommy's job (stay-at-home-mom).
To end my crazy week, my company sent me to this creativity seminar presented by a syndicated humor columnist and writing coach. What perfect timing!!!!
I've been feeling so burnt out and unmotivated lately, which makes me wonder if journalism really is for me. I guess my insecurities as a journalist kicked in full blast after I met reporters from our other office. They could all be "Woodwards" and "Bernsteins" - hungry for the most controversial, breaking news. I, on the other hand, would rather be an "Oprah." I wouldn't mind writing 10 looong human interest stories a week, if it meant skipping the ho-hum City Council beat. But having a community for a beat means giving as much importance to a bump on the road as the community member who just won the Nobel prize. Yadayadayada...
Bottom line is, covering a number of diverse community issues all at once can sometimes get so overwhelming. Just as you're starting to understand special education issues, a resident calls, complaining about zoning issues. You call a city official and ask him/her to explain how the zoning process works. You're OK until another resident calls about a spate of fires that broke in her neighborhood - you're on the phone again, this time with the fire marshals. You finish your story but not before your contact at City Council invites you to cover a city bond meeting - you dig up old files on bonds and in less than a day, try to understand what city planners spent months drafting. A lot of times I can't help but feel "stupid." I can go on and on and on about my little insecurities, which I'm worried will one day drive me out of journalism. Yadayadayada...
The speaker's entertaining seminar was just what I needed. He said all journalists are like children...our days are riddled with insecurity, fear, uncertainty and at times, guilt. I found comfort in the attendees' "nods" as he discussed the challenges journalists typically face. In the tradition of "misery loves company," I definitely found mine --- it was a relief to know even those I looked up to had bouts of self-doubt. Somehow that made me feel normal.
BUT as always, I'm glad it's Friday.
Saturday, September 17, 2005
Monday, September 12, 2005
Fashion pasyon
Spent the entire morning at PV Mall and Desert Ridge Marketplace and, SURPRISE, SURPISE...I still couldn't find anything for tonight's party!!! I regret not going to the gym --- I forgot how frustrating clothes-shopping can be...
I ended up calling Jule at around 3 p.m., when I started getting desperate. She suggested I dress up a la Lois Lane!! The concept was really cute but NO WAY would I be able to pull that off! Ain't got no L.A. attiCHOOD.
Besides, I was also worried the idea of a non-32-22-32 leading lady might scare Clark Kent out of Superman-hood.
Finally, I gave up on the clothes and instead ended up buying a pair of metallic pink open-toed shoes, which according to a friend is "so00000 not Fall." Superheroes in mind, I told her: "bahala na si Batman."
After doing my rounds of the stores, I went home - tired and frustrated and ended up wearing a skirt and top that have been sitting in my cabinet for months (years, even). And if someone at the show asks, I'd say "OH THIS, IT'S VINTAGE!" (courtesy of Jule and her word of the season:Vintage!) Actually, it's more LUMA than Vintage, but who cares (secretly, I kinda did)!
Got to the show un-fashionably early, good thing I knew one of the photographers so didn't feel too out of place. I dragged Bev along and put her through the same trouble of finding the RIGHT outfit. She looked good in her black tube dress...i wore a black tube top too, embotido style nga lang! (If the stretched-to-the-max top could talk, it would say: GYM! GYM! GYM!)
The theme of the show was WHO ARE YOU WEARING? And as Scottsdale's most fashionable made their way into Neimans, they proudly announced the names of the geniuses behind the strips of cloth that barely covered their designer breasts...sorry, vests.
The fall line was really NICE (obviously, i'm not well-versed in fashion) I could actually see myself wearing some of the "featured outfits" BUT the only thing I could probably afford is the piece of tape dangling from a model's shoe. After half an hour, the show was over and so was the life of the poorly-charged batteries I stuck in our office's instamatic cameras. Kawawang camera, it looked so amateur beside the other photog's SLRs! AND it was a big mistake to wear a skirt/tube top - I couldn't crouch low enough to get the models' feet in the photos. So I'm guessing the cutlines for my amateur pics would probably read: "The fancy floating sticks..."
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Bev and I left immediately after the show and headed straight for the sushi bar a few blocks down the road. The food was great! Viva Las Vegas roll!
I ended up calling Jule at around 3 p.m., when I started getting desperate. She suggested I dress up a la Lois Lane!! The concept was really cute but NO WAY would I be able to pull that off! Ain't got no L.A. attiCHOOD.
Besides, I was also worried the idea of a non-32-22-32 leading lady might scare Clark Kent out of Superman-hood.
Finally, I gave up on the clothes and instead ended up buying a pair of metallic pink open-toed shoes, which according to a friend is "so00000 not Fall." Superheroes in mind, I told her: "bahala na si Batman."
After doing my rounds of the stores, I went home - tired and frustrated and ended up wearing a skirt and top that have been sitting in my cabinet for months (years, even). And if someone at the show asks, I'd say "OH THIS, IT'S VINTAGE!" (courtesy of Jule and her word of the season:Vintage!) Actually, it's more LUMA than Vintage, but who cares (secretly, I kinda did)!
Got to the show un-fashionably early, good thing I knew one of the photographers so didn't feel too out of place. I dragged Bev along and put her through the same trouble of finding the RIGHT outfit. She looked good in her black tube dress...i wore a black tube top too, embotido style nga lang! (If the stretched-to-the-max top could talk, it would say: GYM! GYM! GYM!)
The theme of the show was WHO ARE YOU WEARING? And as Scottsdale's most fashionable made their way into Neimans, they proudly announced the names of the geniuses behind the strips of cloth that barely covered their designer breasts...sorry, vests.
The fall line was really NICE (obviously, i'm not well-versed in fashion) I could actually see myself wearing some of the "featured outfits" BUT the only thing I could probably afford is the piece of tape dangling from a model's shoe. After half an hour, the show was over and so was the life of the poorly-charged batteries I stuck in our office's instamatic cameras. Kawawang camera, it looked so amateur beside the other photog's SLRs! AND it was a big mistake to wear a skirt/tube top - I couldn't crouch low enough to get the models' feet in the photos. So I'm guessing the cutlines for my amateur pics would probably read: "The fancy floating sticks..."
*******
Bev and I left immediately after the show and headed straight for the sushi bar a few blocks down the road. The food was great! Viva Las Vegas roll!
Saturday, September 10, 2005
blogging
I never thought I'd start my own blog but after almost three years of typing, retyping, cutting-and-pasting and again, typing the same stories to share with friends and family via Email, I can honestly say: I'm all typed out! So, today I've decided to join the blog bandwagon and do away with multiple emails (and having just watched a scary movie, i'm desperate for any form of distraction)
sorry mom/dad, i know you just learned to use yahoo mail - now, you'll have to figure out accessing blogger.com!
The earlier postings were just lifted from my pseudo-journal of nonsensical ramblings...
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Had dinner with Jeff, Jenn (this Filipina I met a few weeks ago) and Bev at Kona Grill - first time I've gone back since I wrote their corporate office to complain about one of their maldita servers. Of all people to wait on our table tonight, we got the same girl! The same server who refused to wait on me and sina aunts. I'm not sure if she recognized me BUT she was extremely nice this time around. If the manager I spoke with a few weeks ago did what she told me she'd do, then I'm guessing the ex-malditagot an earful from her bosses. Anyway, I didn't realize how much i missed Kona's goat cheese pizza and other happy hour yummies until tonight!!!
From 3-7 p.m., Kona is definitely the HAPPIEST place in Scottsdale.
After dinner, Bev and I watched "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and the lights in my room are definitely staying on 24/7 (My apt. is semi-basement so it can get really dark!). I hate myself for agreeing to watch that stupid movie! How could I have forgotten how BIG a sissy I am!!! Tuloy, it's 4 a.m. and I'm still so awake. Though I'm not really sure if it's the horror I just saw or the horror I'm afraid I'll see later tonight that's keeping me up. My boss told me at the last minute that I'd be covering a "by-invitation-only" Neiman Marcus fall fashion show.
Uhmmm...in case, she hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly the office's fashionista. A chi chi fashion show is the type of event I need months to prepare for (read: crash diet, well-planned clothes shopping). I wanted to back out but it would be too pathetic to say no to an assigment just because I had nothing to wear. So tomorrow or is it today already, I expect to spend the whole day at the mall...hopefully something would look decent enough. The prospects however, look a bit SCARY!! hASSLE!
sorry mom/dad, i know you just learned to use yahoo mail - now, you'll have to figure out accessing blogger.com!
The earlier postings were just lifted from my pseudo-journal of nonsensical ramblings...
********
Had dinner with Jeff, Jenn (this Filipina I met a few weeks ago) and Bev at Kona Grill - first time I've gone back since I wrote their corporate office to complain about one of their maldita servers. Of all people to wait on our table tonight, we got the same girl! The same server who refused to wait on me and sina aunts. I'm not sure if she recognized me BUT she was extremely nice this time around. If the manager I spoke with a few weeks ago did what she told me she'd do, then I'm guessing the ex-malditagot an earful from her bosses. Anyway, I didn't realize how much i missed Kona's goat cheese pizza and other happy hour yummies until tonight!!!
From 3-7 p.m., Kona is definitely the HAPPIEST place in Scottsdale.
After dinner, Bev and I watched "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and the lights in my room are definitely staying on 24/7 (My apt. is semi-basement so it can get really dark!). I hate myself for agreeing to watch that stupid movie! How could I have forgotten how BIG a sissy I am!!! Tuloy, it's 4 a.m. and I'm still so awake. Though I'm not really sure if it's the horror I just saw or the horror I'm afraid I'll see later tonight that's keeping me up. My boss told me at the last minute that I'd be covering a "by-invitation-only" Neiman Marcus fall fashion show.
Uhmmm...in case, she hadn't noticed, I'm not exactly the office's fashionista. A chi chi fashion show is the type of event I need months to prepare for (read: crash diet, well-planned clothes shopping). I wanted to back out but it would be too pathetic to say no to an assigment just because I had nothing to wear. So tomorrow or is it today already, I expect to spend the whole day at the mall...hopefully something would look decent enough. The prospects however, look a bit SCARY!! hASSLE!
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