week one

Screaming like hell and seriously scared because of this crazy, demonic pusakal who was jumping up and down in the house. Poor cat was probably more scared than we were. Still, it had shades of a 70's Hitchcock movie. Or maybe I've been watching way too many scary films. Nakakahiya mang sabihin, some neighbors were actually wondering what the ruckus was all about.

Wading now too deep into the new world of marketing. As Lolo Ned says, marketing is all about romance. My friends always say that I romanticize everything- even scary, psycho movies- but there you are. I'm in great company, at least. Marketing is all about panunuyo, to the consumers, your intended betrothed. Then, it is all about loyalty, about staying vs. straying, letting him pull you in...It is all about asking your questions; never mind if you don't get the right answers. One doesn't fail or take a step backward even if you don't have your answer- at least you asked. Lolo Ned's sessions were so much fun. Yes, he signs his emails as such and he Googles for answers too! Further validation of my geekiness, I'm so enamored with learning about FGDs, UAIs, branding and all the intricacies of marketing. Never mind that I barely passed Behavioral Statistics and that I am a numbers-nosebleeder. I am inspired to embrace math and numbers, para lang kay Lolo Ned. (Ulk. Did I say that aloud?) Anyhoo. Just wanna be a sponge here.

He's witty, funny and smart, a cute geek, great at what he does and naughty, even. Hmm...sounds like my ideal man. Haha. (Funny is NOT equal to witty, in my book.) Hey, did you know that he even used to be dyslexic? To make up for it, he turns out to be this brilliant and accomplished man. Think Tom Cruise and his concentration of a bull fixed on a red-eye target. At the rate that I'm going, I could only hope for half of what he (Lolo Ned, not Tom, silly) has managed to achieve. Really great to open yourself up to learning and to possibilities.

Then there was an old lady with an old-fashioned brown hat (who wears hats nowadays?) perched atop her coiffure-d head, clad in a long, mousy brown skirt up to her ankles, in stockinged feet. Washing her hands at the sink, her phone suddenly rings...Where is the Love, by Black Eyed Peas.

I've always said that you should do something that scares you. Well. I think I need to learn how to drive. And I'm scared silly. Nooneenoo.