All Juiced Up! For the Marketing Department

I am all pumped up to do some action.

In this week's marketing career, I will be trying to be a web designer. My goodness! Yes, I am not trying to make myself look like a fool. I am getting others to do it for me but of course I want to learn how to.

"All juiced up!" This is the slogan that I wanted to tell my team mates. We need to shag our tails and bump our head into each other, do some hola hoops for the ideas to come out.

Annual planning is coming up and your brain needs some baby back ribs from Fwendz Diner to think. Quesidilla too and Chimichanga? I hope I spell that right.

I'm Back!!!!

I am back to the blogosphere!!

After a so-called crying stage of a nomad's life, I am back to usual verge of a wanderer hoping to catch some news on the technology, my very own road trips, and my not so productive marketing career. You bet! I am lucky to be interviewed for a position not meant for a newbie like me but since my name is around town like a bee buzzing from ear to ear of the executives, making noises like "she's hunee". Hahahahahaha....that's all I can say. Watch out for me soon.

The keys to regain back my sanity after a short loss of breath, because of the changing weather, and the waiting for the bear to come out of my cabin. Hmmm...you guess what I mean.

Here goes what's my twisted spaghetti mind has to say:

I have been fighting vampires so that I can earn golds. I have been twittering my mind over a website where others will get to read it and say, "That's a slap on my face. You B!+(H! ". It was indeed a boring days. A wanderer shouldn't be staying in one place or else the wanderer wouldn't get where she is supposed to be at.

Now, I am a werewolf with a vengeance. Who took my golds?

So long people, I got to end this before someone comes in.

Crying Nomad.....Moving On Nomad?

It was definitely not a good week for me. It was a week of accident then missing someone then moving on. I am still not sure with moving on because you can't move one when you don't want to let go.

If in case anyone wonders, I do not have the intention to write a post of what had happened but I would rather write down what I feel. I simply would want to write and read later what I have learned and since I don't love writing it down in a piece of paper, I would like to write it here in my blog.

It wasn't easy. I was not told. Should I be told? I know it is hard to articulate nor express what is in mind and verbalize it in such a word or phrases that it will be said to another. I do have the right to know. You do have the right not tell either. Come to think of it as a way to end someone's hope. I know dreams will shatter and bringing sanity together will be hard again. It will be much harder to be left somewhere, where you have no idea if you ought to give up or not.

If you got courage to utter such insult to another why can't you whisper adieu. Do not just abdicate someone hanging, waiting for an answer.

I celebrate those days. I dread this day that I need to decide.

One Day Travel To Kidapawan

My road trip for this month is going to a city where people will give you fruits for free. Nyahhh...that was what they've told me when I hop in to the red pick up truck. I know that there are no longer free items that would be given to you these days. I thought, well it is a province, why not. Road trip to Kidapawan City.


We left Davao City around 5pm and we got to Kidapawan City around 7pm. The reason why I join these guys (Mitch, Loyd, Jean and Novo) is because I would want to go to Dax's place and would like to get some peppercorns.


The green peppercorns are supposed to be up in the peppercorn vines but Dax has to show it to us. The black ones are the real pepper that we should use when we are cooking. Here is a tip: BEWARE some peppercorns sold at the market are not true peppercorns.


I was not happy seeing the green peppercorns, I would like to see the vines, and the ripe peppercorns that are harvested then dried and then used for cooking food.


We get to eat dinner at Dax's house too. Lucky for us, we were able to eat Durian for free.

Here are more pictures of Kidapawan City at night. Very nice city lights.

Waters of Waniban Island, Mati Davao Oriental

Looking at the endless water of the pacific. Chattee as the model.

Picture Said

Look at the sun hiding. Picture taken at Samal Island.

Mr. Bob Martin, you took great pictures and I like the way you presented it yesterday.

After the 1st Mindanao Bloggers Summit

It was the first blogger summit and I was there. That's history for me. First time blogger, started this year, and I was lucky to be part of the summit.

Learned about Abe who is not good in writing English and he has been into blogging for 7 years. Also learned that Jayvee is in B5 Media and they are looking for bloggers who would want to earn extra. Marc giving tips on how to earn in dollars. Bob Martin is loving Davao. Councilor Peter Laviña's different blogs.

The very thing about blogging that I have learned just recently, after listening to Donald Lim and then Kim, Jayvee, Bob, and the rest of the speakers, is that you got to write with passion. That you were able to write what is in your heart and mind and express that in a way that it will get connection to readers. Primarily, you were the one who get to experience first hand, and write that so that readers will experience the same way and maybe have the same reactions.

I guess, these people earn in blogging because they only not love what they are doing but because they know what to write. So, blogging is writing what you know not just you've heard about it. They've done their own research before they actually blog about it.

I guess that's about it. I still got to learn a lot though.

An Officer Refuses to Help Someone

After attending the 1st Mindanao Bloggers Summit, I saw a Police Officer refusing to help a lady who just needs someone to help her bring the materials she got from the 4th floor to the ground. All she was asking was a few strong arms to carry a wooden box.

Alright, the lady was me. The company I am working with is part of the Mindanao ICT Congress. I was tasked to bring back to the office all the materials that we've brought to the congress. I've asked help from fellow officemates but no one came for the rescue because there were clients in the office that is, well it is business so clients are more important.

I came up to the table where policemen were drinking coffee and reading local newspapers. I've asked, "Can someone help me bring some stuff downstairs?". The first answer was, "Yes mam."

When I was waiting, they came up to me and said, "Mam, pangit kasi tingnan na naka-uniform kami and magbitbit ng gamit ng isang private...public ho kami para lang po sa public...."

I thought .... "WTF! WHAT!"

All I am asking was a help to carry down some things using an elevator then to the taxi. I didn't ask for you to carry it like on your shoulders and use the stairs.

I know they are for the public and I ain't asking in behalf of the company I am working with but for my side who is alone and a lady who has to carry 2 tarpaulins, a standee, a wooden box about knee high, and a big bottle like flower vase.

I am so upset of the reason they gave me that they can't help me because it is ugly to look at someone who is in uniform helping a lady working in a private company.

If you are gentleman enough to help someone who definitely needs help, would you just help her because you got to or you can't because you would look stupid or ugly in some other people's eye?

I respect the fact that they are in uniform and I don't want them to look "di kanais-nais" in front of other people, all I needed was a help to carry my things.

For the rest of the gentlemen or the so-called gentlemen, when you see a lady who needs a little muscle from you guys please don't hesitate to help.

Wanna Know How Good is Your Blog?

I am a Google Analytics fan. When I first tried blogging, I used Analytics to see who's reading my blogs. In Google Analytics you would see Bounce Rate. A Bounce occurs when a website visitor leaves a page or a site without visiting any other pages before a certain session timeout elapses. The lower the bounce rate means that blog has more quality. That's according to my own research and the way I've noticed it in my blog.

In a nutshell bounce rate measures the percentage of people who come to your website and leave "instantly".

It is usually measured in two ways:

• The percentage of website visitors who see just one page on your site.
  
• The percentage of website visitors who stay on the site for a small amount of time (usually five seconds or less).

If you want to know just who are visiting your site/s, you can add the widget of Hit2Map or if you really wanna know if you are good at blogging, sign up with Google Analytics.

I personally want to know what spectators would want to read and which post is getting better bounce.

Happy blogging!