The event was worth wishing for.


To some of the early followers of this blog when I started a year ago knew how stressful my movement was from one department to another but I was very happy having been moved. Not really expecting or knowing the kind of stress that the job description will affect me, my career path, and life, I accepted the offer and made sure that I will be able to handle it no matter what. Not knowing that it was the restaurants reservations responsibility to take all reservations for Christmas brunch, I was ecstatic on the first day. Then when the event happened and a lot of problems came down at me, I was determined to make the next event be handled smoothly. I told myself that I should be able to coordinate, communicate, and organize it properly to not repeat the same mistake again. So this year, I made sure that the event should go smoothly. I didn’t wish for it to be perfect because nothing is perfect. But I wished and made sure that it will a whole lot better than last year and it did. All the staying up late at work paid off. My boss was happy, the banquet team was happy and most importantly, the guests were happy. We had a few complaints but nothing major like last year. I felt fulfilled that my birthday wish came true.

This is the best Christmas in Bahrain so far in my experience. Continue reading “Contentment”


Silver Gibberish

I have yet to share another set of negativity and trials that impacts this 25 year old body.Oh yes! I turned 25 last Wednesday. It’s awful, somewhat happy, and normal at the same time. Life slapped me a set of reality with a lot of ups and downs last week. IMG_8547

It felt awful because there were a lot of emotional breakdowns within the day that I tried to avoid specially when I was at work. Yes, I was at work on my birthday! This is what you get when you’re in the hospitality industry and your birthday is a part of the holiday season. I missed my parents ( who were the first to greet me), my significant other, and my friends. Do you know how hard it is to KYST at work?  Continue reading “Silver Gibberish”

Distorted Thoughts

There is no exact definition on how I should be feeling right now. I should be happy and contented right? I have a job that I enjoy, a boyfriend who has a BMW but no job, a smart phone that I use solely for YouTube and communication, a laptop to fulfill my excessive laziness in writing my thoughts and in watching lovely series like The Originals (which I am currently addicted to because of Marcel and Klaus), and an apartment which I am not paying for. This is so far.. far from good compared to the little house that I had back in the Philippines where I pay PhP 5,000 a month plus electricity and water charges.

Living independently isn’t easy.

I am days away from turning 25 and months away from my passport expiry and this reminds of something. When I received my passport and when I had my first job and started living the life that I’ve always wanted which is away from my parents ( it’s only 2 hours away  but I consider it away because I get to live in my own), I was only 20. That was five years ago.. Time passed by so quickly. I felt like it was only yesterday when I graduated from college and didn’t know what the hell I was going to do next. My priority back then was to leave our home, get any job even though it’s not related to my course, enjoy the money, and live away from my parents. But now, my priority’s a little distorted.


 Living away from my parents and family has an extensive amount of price to be paid but has earned me a lot of experience in life. I started to think whether I am making the right choice in anything or not, for me. Or am I making my choices solely for me, or for my significant other, or my parents, or my life in the future? I am 9 months in my second contract with the company I joined here in Bahrain since March of 2013 and I am still trying to convince myself to renew to earn that 5-year pin from this amazing hotel chain. But my interest of getting a cat, live in Baguio for the next years of my life with a simple job will not let me even survive for a day. Finding a job is a start but a job that pays only PhP 8,000 a month won’t even let me feed myself for a month, more so my parents, and the cat. So here I am still waiting for another 15 months to pass to let me re-think of what I should do and where I should be for the next five years of my life.


Iya Rai