I can sum up my beautiful (sarcastic) Friday with this phrase. Sakit sa ulo can mean different things.
a) at the literal level; a migraine, a fever, or just a simple headache.
b) situation/s or setting/s that cause (a).
c) all sorts of kamalasan, usually brought up by a worse case of (b) having (a) as an after-effect.

After reading this, you can judge what kind of "sakit sa ulo" I had. Or tell me if it was really sakit sa ulo or I just have a super low tolerance for things. (and if i do have low tolerance, teach me to improve this tolerance).

Morning. I was going to BBMC with my Prod Class Groupmates Giselle and Bea. They were coming from Ateneo and I was coming from my house since the place (fairview) was nearer to my house, than if I go to school, meet my groupmates and go to fairview afterwards. We had a hard time finding the place in short naligaw kami. Mali yata yung directions, or maypagka-mali rin yung address. North Olympic Village daw. Wala namang ganun e. Baka North Olympus Village. Hindi rin alam yung street. We then asked the guard then the clubhouse. They didn't know. So we called BBMC instead. Bright Idea! Astig! Amazing! Why didn't we think of that earlier on???

Thankfully, Mr. Alsee Bello, our contact person, was very accomodating. The interview and dry run of video lasted less than an hour...mas mahaba pa ata ung travel time e...oh well at least when we go there next wednesday, we won't get lost anymore. We went back to school right after, since each of us have their own appointments. I was supposed to meet trish at 330pm (see previous entries, trish is my very competent journ partner who has a nice boyfriend), so we'll go to IBC 13 to interview them, this time focusing on police reports and how they are obtained (yup!We were supposed to go there again in order to discourage ourselves from entering the happy and exciting world of journalism).

So i figured I have almost 2hours to wait for trish. What do I do? eat lunch? go to the libe? While I was walking around school, I lightbulb flashed inside my head. Sell earrings! the lightbulb told me, so i tried to strike up a conversation whenever I come across people I know. And this got me to sell 9 pairs last friday. Not bad.

My phone vibrates. Message recieved from my heavenly (sarcastic or not?) org's super responsible (i mean it. I'm not sarcastic here) marketing director. He's telling me to go with him to the office of this telecommunications company we've been begging for weeks to sponsor us on this upcoming project. And of course optimistic as we are, we're hoping to get what we were asking for. We'll leave at 2pm.

He constantly reminds me na mgcocommute lang siya. Ok fine, ok nga lang sakin magcommute e. Hindi ako maarte noh. And nakakahiya daw dahil umuulan. The rain would be nothing for me--if i was wearing my supertrusty black high-heeled leather boots.But no. I was wearing pumps. Not black pumps but flesh and copper pumps (meaning, once they are scruffed, they are scarred for life, unlike with black shoes, that you can easily cover scruffs with black kiwi) Pero sige ok lang, hindi ako maarte I tell myself.

So un, he meets me at the caf. In my saleslady mode, after selling earrings. Again, for the nth time, he asks me kung ok lang sakin na magcocommute lang siya and that umuulan kasi. Ok nga lang e. I tell him, "Ayaw mo yatang samahan kita e!" I shot back, jokingly of course. "A hindi hindi gusto ko."

We are going to the office of the telecommunications company. But before that, we have to drop by his place first, since he wasn't in proper attire and he needs to change daw. "Pasensya kana pangit ung place ko mura kasi kaya kinuha ko." Ok...no need to tell me that i've seen worse. So there. I wait for him to change. Wow. Ang bilis nya magbihis. 5 minutes 30 seconds ok na. Amazing!Fantastic! At nakuha nyang magmukang maayos sa 5minutes na un. (I've known and dated a few guys na mas matagal pa sa akin magbihis at mag-CR, to think most other guys percieve me as a high maintenance girl, which is so untrue.)

So there. I realized my hair is perfect, in perfect disarray that is, tangled and all. Mahangin kasi, and i forgot to bring a brush! So I asked him, "May suklay kaba?pahiram." "Ay sorry hindi ako nagsusuklay" he tells me. Uy ang galing ah! Mukha shang neat pero hindi sha nagsusuklay. Amazing. Unlike my bro who takes ages and a ton of products to fix his hair! Na actually mukhang magulo naman. Akalain mo un? Inaayos ang buhok para gumulo???Kabalintunaan diba?

So un. We ride a trike again going to the kanto which is near the train station. Ang tagal. We waited 8minutes or so. (in our minds: dapat makuha natin yung sponsor na 'to!)

Walang upuan na bakante sa lintik na tren. So nakatayo kami while resisting inertia. Good thing ive mastered the art of walking, running and balancing myself in stiletto heels.

When we got to cubao, we had to line up to get ticket, then suddenly, wala palang ticket. Dun magbabayad sa istasyong bababaan mo. Then my cellphone vibrates. Another colleague from my heavenly org calls me. "Hello pia asan ka?" "Nasa cubao papunta kami ni marketing director sa office ng telecommunications company!" I tell him. "Pano kayo pumunta jan?" He asks. "MRT? Hindi nga?"... Ay nako yan nanaman sila...Bakit ba tila hindi makapaniwala na ako'y sumasakay ng MRT? E hindi nga ako maarte e. Sa mukha lang siguro.

Looking at the clock in the station, i realized na hindi na ako aabot ng 330 to meet trish. I text her. She tells me I'll take the tabloids instead.

So un, we finally went down. And we walked a pretty long distance to the building where the office is housed. Ambagal ng elevator, siksikan. At sa 26th floor pa ang office. nung nasa 25th floor na, Maluwag na sa elevator since kami nalang dalawa. Yes!last floor na! Sa wakas! Sira na ang sapatos ko maraming gasgas at pumasok pa ang flood water. So habang naglalakad ako, there was this squishy feeling inside my shoe. EEW kadiri! Pero at least nandun na kami sa office ng hihingan namin ng sponsorship.

Sa kasamaang palad, hindi namin nakuha ang gusto naming deal, they can sponsor us, pero sa 4th quarter pa siguro. HMMMM.. Malas o hindi? And take note, we need to sell myriads of sims...which is so...unlikely...since the school is supersaturated already.


"Taxi nalang tayo!" He suggests. Oo nga naman. Naawa na siguro sa sapatos ko. haha. So un, we rode the taxi going back to school. (Side comment: maganda ang eyelashes ni mktng director, parang ginamitan ng mascara at eyelash curler...hmmm...) We keep hearing this corny commercials on the radio. Shet. Sayang efforts I keep thinking, pero hindi rin.

Ang galing parang hindi nasestress si marketing director at mukhang maayos kahit hindi nagsusuklay. At 5 minutes 30 seconds lang nagbihis. Amazing fantastic fantabulous.

Ay nako. Hindi ko na nameet si trish for journ, hindi pa namin na-close ung deal. Nasira pa ang sapatos ko!Ang saya saya!

Malas o hindi? At least nakabenta ako ng earrings!Haha. Kahit na mega sakit ng ulo ko paguwi. Ay nobela na pala to.