2011 Trick or Treat Dasma Village Style

October 31, 2011

Frabelle Foods Yummy Hotdog did it again! Trick or Treat invasion at Dasmarinas Village in Makati City was more than a success – it’s a history – another first and genuine idea only from Frabelle Foods team. Thanks for all the love and the support, everyone!



Vivere Suites’ Be-WITCH-ing Halloween Costume Contest and Magic Show

October 29, 2011. Thank you Vivere for having this and for having us, Frabelle Foods and our Yummy Hotdogs, in this spookyfunfilled event. Excited for next year! 🙂 Hope to see my favorite white lady again, I dreamt of her last night. She haunted me. Congratulations for winning 2nd place and congrats also to the participant I picked as the raffle prize winner. Booo! 😮


Thank you also Manila Bulletin, Gardenia and DermClinic for your trick and treat loot bags.  Happy Halloween, everyone. Visit Vivere and check them online: http://www.viveresuites.com Love, Rikki.

What to Love Being in Sales

1. You’re Always On the Go: (Lovely day, stormy day, any time of the day)

2. You Know the Best Places to Eat

Sinigang na Tilapia in Montalban, Rizal

ULO2 sa Vet (Maginhawa St. Sikatuna Village, Q.C.). Ulo-ulo (pink salmon head – good for 2). Best way to eat this: supsop.Rice (good for 1 but just an extra cup of rice would never be enough)


3. You always Bring your Salesmanship with You: You try to sell wherever you go

4. You All Agree on the Best ‘Bisyo (Addictions)‘ after Eating: Kape or yosi (smoke)

5. You Know when To Take a Break after Hard Weeks’ Work

Words only True People Who Love You Would Dare Say: No.1

“Start by really listening. And really listening means actually doing what is right. Humble yourself. Aminin mo yung mga naging pagkakamali mo at tanggalin mo yung tigas ng ulo mo. That is how you start. “

– Sir John

What Keeps ‘Me’ Going?

I’ve been warned it’s going to be a tough world – that it’s really going to be hard especially that we’re all pretty starting and I am a newbie. Yeah, I’ve been in Sales for a couple of years but this is THE kind of Sales that I still lack knowledge of THE works. So I was often told Sales is not for me and so I often thought we shall see.

I speak softly. I walk slowly. I work like a lady. And I still cry like a baby.

But when all the stereotypes of a salesman are weighing heavily on me, pulling me down each time I’m trying to understand things slowly but surely, I think of sundae and cheeseburger and coke float and my daddy’s smile whenever I tell him how my sales calls go.

So, yes, you’re all right, it is indeed a tough world and I really am having a hard time. I speak softly, yeah. I walk slowly, true. I work like a lady, check. I still cry to my mom when I feel like giving up, admittedly.

But at the end of it all – I am just so happy I still am ME to the people who truly love me and who truly matter to me. Kampay! Love, Rikki.

A Call to Love and to Have a Heart

Since I was given a chance to begin again and to begin right this time, I promised myself these:

  • I’ll see goodness in everything
  • I’ll help someone in ways that I can
  • I’ll spend quality time with my loved ones
  • I’ll make meaningful relationships with everyone and
  • I’ll spread love at all times

When I made these my mission, things started to fall into their rightful places. Every interaction and every minute feels like a total bliss and the blessings came pouring nonstop. I was humbled.

shadow on my side of the bus' window ... lovely 😮

I used to hate commuting but during those times when I really have none, that’s when I found joy and happiness in the simplest of things. Now I even enjoy riding jeepneys and buses. And I even appreciate now the four-hour commute to and from the office when needed.

I love the music they play on the bus. Mostly oldies. I even stopped listening to my iPod and just reserved that for my lullaby at night because even the sound around me interests and inspires me now.

Weird, but yes, the noise of life is lovely.

I also love whenever they play a movie on board. Movies I didn’t get to watch on cinemas but I get to watch just riding a bus. But when they are too tired to turn the TV on board on, I just roam my eyes around.

And there are lots of good stuff only when we open our eyes and look for those.

One time, Lance, a colleague of mine, even asked me why I won’t take a nap the whole time and I’ll just tell him that there are lots of wonderful things to see out there and I just can’t afford to close my eyes and miss those.

Life is love. And true, indeed. There was never a time when I didn’t see something beautiful that made me smile.

When we’re still commuting, Lance and I saw a pink superman car along Edsa and we had a good time guessing whether or not the driver is a girl or a guy or a gay only to find a macho guy driving it seriously.

Last night, when he’s driving me home, there was this jeepney with the lights producing a face that made it look like Tomas (the train cartoon character) at night and I’m so disappointed because Lance drives a little faster and I didn’t get a chance to take a picture of it.

And then I realized, I also love the different people I see and get to interact with every day. Lance, for example. And the girl I’ve been seeing everyday going to work. I don’t know how we always happen to ride the same jeepney to think that the chances of choosing which one to ride and the time is so random.

And then this Lola I happened to sit beside one early morning going to work.

I always sit on the front row, just behind the driver, because I want to have a full view of the road and the surrounding. That spot is almost always not fully occupied every time I ride a bus. One morning, there is already a very old lady sleeping on the aisle seat and there is a man on the window seat so I had no choice but to sit in between. The lola looks so tired so I’m really tempted to offer my right shoulder so she can sleep better.

When she’s already on her destination, the conductor won’t let her leave the bus. The lola has no money and she said her son will wait for her on that area and will pay for her fare, but there is no son in sight.

Everyone’s starting to get mad and I remember the time when I have no money and there’s these people, complete strangers whom I now call my angels, who offered help without my asking for it. I know how it feels and I know exactly how that lola feels at that moment. So I paid for her fare and I talked to the driver and conductor to let her leave already and she’s almost on the verge of crying thanking me.

But I know it’s not me that should be thanked for. God put me in that situation as His instrument of love.

You see, when I tried to listen from my heart and to really have a heart, I realized that the moment I wake up, every move that I make has a purpose and an effect to somebody else. So, why are we so afraid to show some love even to people we do not know and just have a heart for everything and everyone when we, on our darkest days and time, are also craving for the same things?

See and give love.

Living and loving is crazy and noisy and is not easy but once we live with a heart, we’ll find magic and bliss in everything. After all, God is love, so if we have questions or differences on the idea about God – just love and have a heart.

It’s universal. One can never go wrong in loving.

Sunday Breadcrumbs.10.23.11

There are three ways to love our neighbor, according to the priest who presided yesterday’s mass:

1. Respect every one

2. Show compassion and be humble

3. Forgive

These are exactly what I needed yesterday when I was pushed beyond my limits. Being in a field known to be a man’s world, it’s so hard not to be the object of some people’s ‘endearment’ and ‘too much attention’ to the point of being bullied and offended by them consciously or unconsciously.

So I turned to my iPod for help and just ‘plugged my ears’ with my happy songs and let them talk among themselves all day long. I don’t want to be rude and mean and listening to them might bring that out from me so I let them be. As what one of my brods is fond of saying, ‘we are all entitled to our wrong opinions’ and so I am entitled to not listen to their opinions 😮

Before the night ends, I got a text message from one of ‘the boys’ apologizing for what he had done that might have offended me. And forgiveness in that case is not necessary because I was not harmed in any way. I did not allow them to do that to me in the first place.  Simply put, apology is not accepted because apology is not needed. But I admire him for what he did.

Going back to the homily, of all the three ways mentioned in loving our neighbors, the third one seems to be the hardest – forgive. But, remembering the homily last Sept. 11 about forgiveness, denying to forgive is denying love and denying love is denying God.

The question now is how to forgive if we are still hurting? There are two ways for us to heal:

1. Human intervention – by cleansing our heart and mind; and

2. God’s intervention – by lifting and surrendering everything to God and trust that He will take care of it.

But, like what happened in my case, it should ALWAYS start from us. Respect other people. Show compassion and be humble. Because once we do, there would be no reason to forgive.

Happy Monday! Love, Rikki.