Hey there,
Yas! you! Y-O-U!!! So how have you been? If you’re gonna ask me, well, I’m afraid I’m gonna be using this whole post to tell you how the hell I’ve been. So how long was it, three years? More or less. Anyways, the last time I made this blog was about three years ago and I named it Angel:The Seductress blah blah blah which obviously didn’t create any sound in the social media because there was nothing so interesting to read here anyways. I decided to create this to have my own world where I make all the rules and just be my self and express my feelings and thoughts - things that even my best friend wouldn’t understand. So yes, I was a frustrated writer back then and I have posted a lot of stories [ I dreamed of becoming a successful novelist!!!! ahemm] which never ended either I lost my interest in writing it or I just didn’t have the time to write. And now I am opening this site again cos I have been recently lonely and bored and remembered this blog and thought maybe I could try again uploading blogs with a different approach. i even renamed it “Diaries Of A Clumsy Waitress” which I originally made a story about a seriously fucked up newbie waitress and how she dealt with life in a fucked up city. [It is still available in Wattpad in case you wanna read it-- and it still ongoing!] I thought maybe I could write everything that I think is funny, worthy of reading, or anything that could help you understand the way some people like me lives, just in case you wanna know! There is nothing interesting or special but I guess if you open up your mind and heart and understand how other people feel and think, perhaps you can help me change the world. So, are we friends now? I think that is a yes!
Welcome to my site! {heart} {heart} {heart}
Okay so my name is Angel, everybody calls me Angel so just stick with it cos trust me, you don’t wanna know my real name! {Laughs!} I just turned 25 last month and I hated it. Who wants to grow older??? I mean, you know, growing up means bigger responsibilities, bigger expenses, bigger mistakes [which seemed to be less serious when you were still younger] and a whole lot of things that make life harder and challenging. In other words, life gets more complicated when you get older! I have been in Dubai for almost three years now, obviously forgotten everything that made the old “me” 3 years ago. Back then, life was so easy. You don’t need to be born rich to enjoy life. My dad was a farmer and mom takes care all four of us - children while my two older sisters were here in Dubai working for our dreams to come into reality. Christmas of 2012 when my eldest sister gave me a present for the holidays- a chance to tour Dubai. Going to Dubai has never been in my wishlist, hell I would rather go to Las Vegas or Amsterdam if I got the chance, right?
Okay, I know this looks so funny and may in some way appear to be very offending to other people but yes - that was me when I first arrived in Dubai. January 25th, 2O13. I know, I can’t even recognize myself in the photo. Admit it, we have photos - old ones that we didn’t expect that was how we really looked like back then!
I was working in a highly respected Outsourcing company in the Philippines when I was forced to leave because my sisters were having their vacation and my evil boss didn’t grant me my request for temporary leave from work. I didn’t know my sister has already planned for my future. So there, I have finally arrived in Dubai after almost 9 hours of flight from Emirates Airlines! {YASSS!} It took me another two more hours to suck everything in. I mean, I was used to mountains, muds and stuffs like that then all o a sudden all I see was skyscrapers, people of different races, women veiled in long scary black traditional dresses, men in plain white robes yet utterly even scarier by the way they look - scary- not in a negative way, but for you who would see this in the first time, in a foreign place, in a place where you don’t know anything, it will scare the hell out of you. Culture shock as most people say.
Fast-forwarding, this will be my third year in Dubai working as a waitress [I prefer the word waitress so please don’t argue with the gender corrections- my rules, remember?] and I couldn’t believe I have been here for so long. Everything has changed. Physically and mentally. I have met a lot of people who walk from different paths of life that I never expected to meet. I have learned a lot from them, discovered new things, found and lost {eventually} L-O-V-E, made amazing new friends and have collected beautiful memories both good and bad that I will surely cherish and remember when the time comes and I will be sitting in a wheelchair and trying to color my now-white hair back into black or burgundy! {LMAO}
So much things have changed and I hope I would be able to tell these things with you! I’m so excited to tell you everything that I have gone through. I feel blessed and forever be grateful for amidst all the pain and hardships in life, here I am still surviving. This is me now... -the clumsy waitress!
{heart} {heart} {heart}
Yas! you! Y-O-U!!! So how have you been? If you’re gonna ask me, well, I’m afraid I’m gonna be using this whole post to tell you how the hell I’ve been. So how long was it, three years? More or less. Anyways, the last time I made this blog was about three years ago and I named it Angel:The Seductress blah blah blah which obviously didn’t create any sound in the social media because there was nothing so interesting to read here anyways. I decided to create this to have my own world where I make all the rules and just be my self and express my feelings and thoughts - things that even my best friend wouldn’t understand. So yes, I was a frustrated writer back then and I have posted a lot of stories [ I dreamed of becoming a successful novelist!!!! ahemm] which never ended either I lost my interest in writing it or I just didn’t have the time to write. And now I am opening this site again cos I have been recently lonely and bored and remembered this blog and thought maybe I could try again uploading blogs with a different approach. i even renamed it “Diaries Of A Clumsy Waitress” which I originally made a story about a seriously fucked up newbie waitress and how she dealt with life in a fucked up city. [It is still available in Wattpad in case you wanna read it-- and it still ongoing!] I thought maybe I could write everything that I think is funny, worthy of reading, or anything that could help you understand the way some people like me lives, just in case you wanna know! There is nothing interesting or special but I guess if you open up your mind and heart and understand how other people feel and think, perhaps you can help me change the world. So, are we friends now? I think that is a yes!
Welcome to my site! {heart} {heart} {heart}
Okay so my name is Angel, everybody calls me Angel so just stick with it cos trust me, you don’t wanna know my real name! {Laughs!} I just turned 25 last month and I hated it. Who wants to grow older??? I mean, you know, growing up means bigger responsibilities, bigger expenses, bigger mistakes [which seemed to be less serious when you were still younger] and a whole lot of things that make life harder and challenging. In other words, life gets more complicated when you get older! I have been in Dubai for almost three years now, obviously forgotten everything that made the old “me” 3 years ago. Back then, life was so easy. You don’t need to be born rich to enjoy life. My dad was a farmer and mom takes care all four of us - children while my two older sisters were here in Dubai working for our dreams to come into reality. Christmas of 2012 when my eldest sister gave me a present for the holidays- a chance to tour Dubai. Going to Dubai has never been in my wishlist, hell I would rather go to Las Vegas or Amsterdam if I got the chance, right?
Okay, I know this looks so funny and may in some way appear to be very offending to other people but yes - that was me when I first arrived in Dubai. January 25th, 2O13. I know, I can’t even recognize myself in the photo. Admit it, we have photos - old ones that we didn’t expect that was how we really looked like back then!
I was working in a highly respected Outsourcing company in the Philippines when I was forced to leave because my sisters were having their vacation and my evil boss didn’t grant me my request for temporary leave from work. I didn’t know my sister has already planned for my future. So there, I have finally arrived in Dubai after almost 9 hours of flight from Emirates Airlines! {YASSS!} It took me another two more hours to suck everything in. I mean, I was used to mountains, muds and stuffs like that then all o a sudden all I see was skyscrapers, people of different races, women veiled in long scary black traditional dresses, men in plain white robes yet utterly even scarier by the way they look - scary- not in a negative way, but for you who would see this in the first time, in a foreign place, in a place where you don’t know anything, it will scare the hell out of you. Culture shock as most people say.
Fast-forwarding, this will be my third year in Dubai working as a waitress [I prefer the word waitress so please don’t argue with the gender corrections- my rules, remember?] and I couldn’t believe I have been here for so long. Everything has changed. Physically and mentally. I have met a lot of people who walk from different paths of life that I never expected to meet. I have learned a lot from them, discovered new things, found and lost {eventually} L-O-V-E, made amazing new friends and have collected beautiful memories both good and bad that I will surely cherish and remember when the time comes and I will be sitting in a wheelchair and trying to color my now-white hair back into black or burgundy! {LMAO}
So much things have changed and I hope I would be able to tell these things with you! I’m so excited to tell you everything that I have gone through. I feel blessed and forever be grateful for amidst all the pain and hardships in life, here I am still surviving. This is me now... -the clumsy waitress!
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