why i shouldn’t be a planner

1. tardiness is my enemy

i get pissed when people come late to meetings. as in REALLY pissed. “traffic kasi” doesn’t count. leave early, gademmit.

2. i fuss over the smallest details

thus, increasing the possibility of going over budget. oh trust me. the last company party i organized, we went over double. but then again, the company had lots of spare change, so they were willing to humor me. (“extra stuff” included an orchestra, extra stage lights, smoke machines, cameras (for the VIPs) and cross pens (for employees) as giveaways hehe)

3. people who don’t understand the meaning of “you get what you pay for” — STAY AWAY

be realistic. if you want to throw a party for 500 people in a top-tier hotel, be prepared to settle a six-figure bill.

4. ugly shoes make me hyperventilate

a little wee bit more taste would help. that includes badly-wrapped satin shoes.

5. i always get my way

okay, i might sound a little bratty, but it wouldn’t help if people would listen to me. i may not be a model or fashionista but i do know what NOT to wear. or eat. or play. not for my sake, but for theirs.

6. ridiculously boring photographers tick me off

how many kiss-kiss-kiss photos should you take? less than a dozen, TOTAL. if you want more, maybe a wedding night coverage might suffice. it’s all about the details. clothes. shoes. food. floral arrangements. they would want photos of the stuff they paid for.

7. i’m making this list

oh yes, i’m STILL trying to convince myself.

-o-

i’m pissed. SOOOOO pissed.

but huwhhhyy?

i’m not sure if i should continue torturing myself, trying to help people who ask for it. sometimes they just don’t appreciate what i’m doing for them.

a friend of mine said, “nasa diyos ang awa nasa tao ang gawa. why not relax and leave them to fend for themselves?”

can’t help but think, he’s right. i’m supposed to be the one doing them a favor, not the other way around.

so why am i worried about problems that are not even mine?

aw, shucks.

after hoping for a federer-nadal olympics final…

roger federer didn’t make it past the quarterfinals. why oh why?

need i say it again?

aw shucks.

why blog?

i recently posted a constructive (read: kinda contradicting) comment about someone’s reviews. that was around 10 hours ago. last i checked, the comment’s gone.

if you can’t handle criticism, WHY BLOG?

blog writing means allowing everyone to read, review, and criticize. the latter is the reason why we have comments pages. big-time bloggers know how to handle criticisms gracefully. and no, they usually don’t delete negative comments. they see it as an area for improvement. if the comment is degrading then that’s a whole different story.

i remember reading the disclaimer and somehow the tone is “if you don’t agree with us, don’t read our blog”.

must i say it again?

WHY BLOG?

please, please, pretty please?

this has happened before, and i don’t want it to happen again.

i do not like placing watermarks right smack in the middle of my photos because it practically destroys the essence of a photograph. some people use it as a preventive measure against lechers who copy other people’s works and claim it as their own.

if you must use or copy my photos, please leave a message.