The New York State of Mind

“New York City: center of the universe. Times are shitty, but I’m pretty sure they can’t get worse. It’s a comfort to know, when you’re singing the hit-the-road-blues; that anywhere else you could possibly go after New York would be, a pleasure cruise.”

– Rent the Musical

I’ve always said that New York will never be in my choices of places to live. That’s just a personal preference honestly. It’s just not a living space suited for my personality, but it’s definitely still one of my favorite cities. I’m sure I’ve defined a couple cities as such at this point. But I’ve actually been to at least a hundred cities in my lifetime, and I’ve only ever written about a few of them.

The last time I was in New York was also my very first time. I went to meet with a couple of my friends and none of us had any idea of where to go, or literally where we were. It was a definite adventure! This adventure-filled city left such an impression on me that I promised myself that I would come back to New York in the summertime because I wanted to be able to walk around Central Park without my hand hidden in my pockets or go around and appreciate the streets and buildings without my knees shaking every single time the wind blows towards my direction. That was not the case with this trip because I literally touched down in one of the windiest flights of my life.

 

Getting in was already an adventure in itself. My connection got delayed because of “strong winds” and I almost didn’t believe it because I never thought it could possibly be that bad. Boy, was I so wrong! Flying in was both amazing and terrifying because it was during day’s end, which means I had the greatest view in the window but, as soon as the sun set, the wind started to pick up a lot more.

 

I’ve got such huge respect for pilots now especially after this flight because I made it to my destination alive and unscathed. I know I’m probably overreacting, but the turbulence I’ve experienced while landing in this flight was so surreal. I could tell how strong the wind was, because the plane was still swaying as if I was inside a moving ship instead of a safely parked aircraft in the tarmac.

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After I checked in to my really cool, modern and artistic hotel room at The Time New York located in the middle of Times Square, I decided I didn’t want to leave the hotel and brave the wind but I wanted to bless my brand new camera on his very first trip. Unfortunately, my dumbass forgot the battery charging in my room back home. So I now had a real reason to actually go out and explore instead of order in room service.

 

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I figured I can walk around a little bit and do some solo touristy things while “going on an adventure” to buy a spare battery so I decided to take a walk to the closest Best Buy because my trusty Siri promised me it was only going to take 18-minutes, and that it was still open. Unfortunately, he wasn’t very consistent with his rights and lefts, and north-west-south-easts, and I was also running out of data at this point so some of his instructions for turns were either a little bit premature or a little too late (Keep in mind, that these are all instructions on my earphones, because it was too cold for my hands to be out of my pockets.)  I rely on my phone way too much that I’m guessing the millennial in me wouldn’t have survived if my phone had died. I ended up getting more and more lost, and got to my destination thirty minutes later.

When I finally found Best Buy, I rushed inside to warm my fingers up because they were two seconds away from falling off. I walked around inside the store for a little bit, until I finally regained motion in my lips, and my fingers finally went back to it’s original color. When I found an employee to ask about the battery, they did not even have it available. Sometimes, I’m just not so sure about my life choices.

I planned to walk back to the hotel and find a place to eat around there since it was already almost 9PM at this point and I’m guessing most places around Times Square were still open. I was cold, starving, and disappointed that I made this walk for nothing. I know it was somehow kind of like a little adventure, getting lost in such a fun place, but my fingers and toes disagreed with me strongly. They we’re definitely right about the “strong winds” My 104-pound body was literally blown off a few times. (Not even exaggerating!)

After getting swept away for probably the third time, I walked inside the first building I saw and decided to just warm up in there and hope that there was an open restaurant. Luckily, Wholefoods was in the basement, so I had a late night vegan dinner, and I tried probably the best boba I’ve had in my entire life. The place was called Genji Izakaya, and for a random restaurant to duck in to avoid getting swept by the wind, I got pretty lucky! They had great food and amazing service. After my late dinner, I decided to take a cab back to the hotel even though it was just a 10-minute walk away, because I didn’t feel like being a kite flown through one of my favorite cities. I enjoyed the quick cab ride home because it was my very first experience of being in an actual NYC Yellow Cab. I did the whole subway thing the last time I was here, and that was a completely different story.

 

The reason why I’m here right now instead of a nice, calm, summer day, is because the main purpose of this trip, was actually for work. I’m very happy that my company is letting me travel for free to #FindGizel in New York City, and to visit the corporate office and learn in depth about the business behind the fashion. I was able to meet our CEO, some of the Italian bosses,  and a few other representatives from a couple of cities and countries.

 

It gave me a perspective of what it is like to “work in fashion” in New York. It’s such a fast-paced and fun city, that it made me feel like I was having a Carrie Bradshaw moment.

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After our very first day in the corporate office, I’ve made a few new friends from different cities and we became sort of like a little group. We would share rides back to the office and hotel and bond over horoscopes and such.

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with Grace from Vegas and Josh from Seattle

We went to the company dinner together at the Benoit Restaurant and it felt very special, they made us feel like some kind of VIPs because the staff had to guide us through the back and into an elevator that led to a secret entrance (Am I even allowed to share this information?) for a private function. After mingling and doing a little getting-to-know with the other groups, I somehow got separated from my newfound friends and ended up sitting next to one of the big bosses while I was three wine glasses deep. The introvert in me had to pretend that I was very charming, and sober and I think (or hope) it worked!

 

After the outrageously great food and dessert from this French bistro, me and a couple others decided to do a chill little nightcap. We found a random bar just across the hotel called Lillie’s, and we were all pleasantly surprised. It was one of the coolest bars I’ve ever been to. The place had such an antique, Victorian vibe, that almost feels like we were in a little castle. Our chill little nightcap turned into tequilas and absinthe, but we all made it through the next day!

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Yep, definitely did not want to leave this bed.

 

I met up with a couple of my New-York-based friends the next night for dinner in a place called Serra. Yet again, another definite go-to place when you’re in New York for a couple of days. It was a little packed(for a Wednesday night) when we went in, so it was a good thing that we had a reservation.

 

 

It was nice catching up and having great and meaningful conversations with my friends Igor, Darla and Charmaine(who suggested the place.) They tried to convince me to live in their city and each had such great and valid points. It was refreshing to see the city from a local’s perspective, but I’m not ready to leave my little Aspen yet. It was nice introducing all of them to each other because I know them all separately, and I was happy that our conversations meshed really well with one another. I hope they’d be able to spend time with each other in my absence too. Hanging out with all of them even for just a few short hours gave me such a nice feeling that reminded me of home.

 

 

On my last day in the city, we went to one of our special locations in SOHO for a special activity and I was able to meet a few more people in the company including my department manager’s best friends. It was such a fun, happy and comfortable environment, that it made me think of my own best friends!

 

I said my goodbyes to everybody, then rushed on a cab to the La Guardia airport and spent most of my time waiting for (surprise, surprise!) another delayed flight, eating and day-drinking at Sorrentine. My second time in this airport restaurant. I love the fact that their plates and utensils are made of recyclable materials and that it was very conveniently located close to my gate. It was  an upgrade to the usual airport food I get, and I actually had a pretty nice bartender.

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My flight was now 40 minutes delayed and I was a little worried that I might have to stay a night in Dallas. Luckily, I made my connection by the skin of my teeth and made it home back to my cold little town at around nine.

Im very grateful to my company for giving me this opportunity to travel for work, and I am hoping this is just the first of many. Until next time, NYC, hopefully in the summer!

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xx Gizel

Heart Awareness Month

Hello February!

If you all probably didn’t know, February is Heart Month! And no, I don’t mean the celebration of Valentines; that’s honestly the last thing on my mind. I actually mean National Heart Awareness Month. Which is a whole month when people are being made aware about matters of the heart: defects, problems, preventions or cures. Its always good to educate yourself about the “heart stuff” that yourself or someone you love is going through. Personally, I can handle using the term “heart defect” instead of “heart stuff” because I actually do have it. I’ve done years of doctors appointments and procedures, that I’ve been able to start collecting those little hospital bracelets.

I have never really told the public an in-depth explanation of my condition. To be honest, the doctors haven’t exactly been clear on that part either. I can draw you an anatomical picture of a heart and explain to you what’s going on with my blood flow and I can probably ace any cardiovascular anatomy exam because to be honest I haven’t stopped hearing about it ever since I’ve started developing an understanding.

My heart defect was diagnosed at birth, when I was apparently a “blue baby” and ever since then, I’ve just grown up with memories of going to all kinds of doctors and going through all sorts of procedures. Every single doctor I’ve seen, (even until adulthood) has without fail made the same exact reaction after listening to my heartbeat. It’s always this sort of amazement and bewilderment as if it was the first time anybody’s ever heard this sort of anomaly. I’ve pretty much been used to it at this point. I’ve had my grandparents and parents friends listen to my chest on weird occasions. It was like this little party trick, “Look at what my heart can do” then all of these strangers put their heads on my chest and become amazed by how different my heartbeat was compared to theirs.

I don’t think I can try to explain my condition to anybody at this point. To be quite honest, I think I might have developed trust issues with all my doctors because every single one I’ve had, have fallen short on making me feel better after every visit. Im not saying I need to be cured of what I have, but going to the doctors usually meant more questions rather than answers. 

So far this is what I know:

  1. I have CHD (Congenital Heart Defect) which means I’ve had it since birth. I don’t think its genetic because nobody in my family has the same condition as me.
  2. It’s Asymptomatic, which means I don’t experience the same symptoms as others with the same condition.
  3. There’s a hole in my heart; ASD (Atrial Septal Defect) or VSD (Ventricular Septal Defect) we may never find out. All my doctors still debate about it. But whichever one it is, it basically means, I don’t get enough oxygenated blood flow that distributes to my whole body.

It explains that I will never be physically able to do a lot of the things my peers are doing. I grew up cheering on the sidelines despite having quite a little passion for sports. I was so jealous of both my sisters for being athletes and all I could do was join the chess club.

I am not sharing this because I want you to feel bad for me. I don’t need anybody’s pity. Honestly, I don’t even think I struggle an ounce of what other people with CHD go through. I’ve known a couple different people who has gone through not just one, but multiple open-heart surgeries (some even as early as after birth.) I’ve read about people my age who can’t live the rest of their lives without medication or some kind of machine. Most of these people live with scars on their chests while I get insecure about a little cosmetic problem that may get fixed. Some people with CHD, do not survive their conditions. I sometimes feel as if I don’t have the right to cry about what I have, because I do have it easy compared to most of them, but they don’t need pity either. These people (and their parents) are some of the bravest and strongest people that I’ve known. Every single one of us is just living our lives with our CHD as an everyday part of it. 

Because my condition is asymptomatic, I’ve always been put to the side and deemed not too serious so honestly nobody has ever really given me much care until absolutely necessary. I sometimes forget that I have a heart condition, until something happens that reminds me that it’s still there. I’ve had my fair share of going to the Emergency Room on countless random times. There is no consistency in my “episodes” and there is no concrete reason, it just, happens.

I play off my symptoms most of the time because Id rather suffer in silence than get disappointed by another one of those “heart” doctors again. Funnily enough, I’ve never actually met one with a heart to care.

“I don’t know where you doctors lose your humanity, but you lose it. You know, if all of you at the beginning of your careers could get very sick and very scared for a while, you’d probably learn more from that than from anything else. You better start listening to your patients. They need to be heard. They need caring. They need compassion. They need attending to. You know, someday doctor Budd, you’re going to be on the other side of the table, and as angry as I am and as ANGRY as I always will be, I still wish you a better doctor than you were to me.”

– Dorothy Petrillo-Zbornak, The Golden Girls

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Freehand by Kevin Thiele (@artbythisguy) at Rockin’ Ink Tattoo, Las Vegas

In honor of Heart Awareness Month, and Congenital Heart Defect Awareness Week (February 7-14) I am making a promise to finally find myself a Cardiovascular Specialist in my area to meet with and give my history to. I want to actually make the effort of putting into action the words that I’ve just said up to this point. Heart Month, is not just sharing about my condition to make you guys “aware” of it, but also, really to try and take care of it. 

I will do my best to be honest with how I’m feeling, and accept how my doctors would react to it. I’m also not going to close my doors to all the doctors in the world. If I’m special enough to have a “1 in 100” heart condition, I’m sure there will at least be “1 in 100” doctors that will give me a chance.

If you have any idea of a compassionate Cardiologist in the Valley (Aspen, Colorado area) please let me know!

xx Gizel

Holidays 2018

As a girl growing up in the Philippines. I’ve been accustomed to an “All-out-Christmas” which is quite frankly just a regular celebration back home. It is what you would define as: Christmas decorations (and songs) in malls and households as early as September; Going to, no-joke, twenty different events during December, and spending a lot of time with your family until you get sick of them. I remember always having to put a lot of thought and effort into gift buying, because that’s just how everybody did it. I also remember much of the weird traditions in our country, as well as the ones in just our family.

When I moved to the US, I discovered that Christmas is not such a big deal. I mean, obviously they put up the Christmas trees and lights and stuff, but the day itself, is just pretty much a normal day. My friends would go to work, maybe go out for dinner, and that is it. The “Christmas-person” in me was heartbroken. However, we discovered something that we’ve never experienced before: Thanksgiving!

Thanksgiving is more of what’s celebrated in America. It’s not something my family and I traditionally do, but we’ve always been known to jump at any chance of spending time with each other. We love any excuse to travel together. 

My dilemma ever since I’ve started working, was not being able to request the holidays off. Now that I live in a different state, it’s even more difficult to celebrate with my family who live miles away. So when I found out that I had the Thanksgiving weekend off, I told my family to drive down to Aspen, and I’m so happy that they said yes.

This year, like the past few years ever since we’ve stopped celebrating the “all-out-christmas,” Our family decided to schedule our own celebrations. Myself and my older sister split the holidays so I had the family for Thanksgiving in Aspen, and she was with them for Christmas in Vegas.

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It was their first time in Colorado, and it was my little nephew’s first time experiencing snowfall. It was honestly such a surreal experience watching a toddler discover snow for the first time.

I might have possibly given them the worst tour of Aspen, because I’m honestly just not good at giving tours, and my cold ass just wanted to stay inside the hotel and play with my nephew. I also did not realize that Thanksgiving was still part of the town’s off season, so the non-skiers that we were pretty much had absolutely nothing to do. Luckily, they didn’t complain, and it was still such a great few days because we had fun spending time with each other, even if it was just driving or walking around town looking at the view, or staring at the snow fall from our hotel room window.

For actual Christmas, I celebrated with my extended family in Colorado. I went to an Argentinian celebration on the 24th with my co-worker which felt very close to home considering our Christmases are very Spanish influenced. We had a “noche buena” where you basically just pig out while waiting for midnight, and anything that involves food makes me very content. To be honest, I felt a little awkward in the beginning because I think I was the only one who didn’t know how to speak Spanish, so I busied myself with all the great food that I was experiencing for the first time. After the countdown, they decided (in Spanish) to go outside. I was so clueless as to why we were putting our boots and coats on but I just went along with it. We all went outside and had a big snowball fight. It was so much fun, and I hurt my stomach just laughing at how silly us adults were acting. I did learn something new though, “mucho frio” which is pretty much just all I said until the end of the night.

On Christmas Day, I took a gondola ride up the mountain with my friend Aimeeh and we had Christmas-day-lunch while everyone else was doing “Christmas-day-Skiing.” We had an amazing view, great food, and had a lot of fun feeding the birds & doing our little gift exchange. Afterwards, we went to Snowmass to see Nenita and I had a nice Filipino-food dinner with her in my old place.

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#findgizel @ the peak of Aspen Mountain

The day after, we had another (late)Christmas dinner at Aimeeh’s with a bunch of her friends and co-workers. Like every single time I’ve spent at Aimeeh’s place: good food,  good wine, and good company. We ended up playing games & watching movies like actual old people that we were. haha!

On New Year’s Eve, I met up again with them to ring in 2019 at the St Regis in Aspen. Yet again, another “mucho frio” night in town, I honestly felt like my toes were going to fall off, but it was so much fun watching the fireworks display and just celebrating with a lot of fun people around.

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All in all, despite being away from my family, I’m so happy I’m able to celebrate festivities with my friends and feel a little less homesick. It’s exciting to look forward to a new year with a new place and a promotion, and just having more new people in my life.

Like every year, instead of a resolution, I’m making a promise. 2019 will be a year of more travels and uhh- finding myself. So hopefully, more Find Gizel’s in new places! Also, because of that, I promise to focus more of my energy into writing. Maybe at least 2 entries a month, we will see. For now, I’ve just got a lot of exciting adventures lined up for 2019, and I can’t wait to share it with all of you!!

 

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#findgizel welcoming 2019! Happy New Year!

 

xx Gizel

Hello, 2018!

South Rim Trail – Snowmass Village, Colorado
Miles: 6.60
Ascent: 1,212
Temperature: 32F
Steps: 4,104
Playlist: Today’s Top Hits (Spotify)

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On the very first day of 2018, I decided to go for a hike.
I wasn’t trying to do a “New Year Hike” or a “New Year, New Me” thing. I’m not planning on making this a regular habit, like how everyone wants to start the year by doing something healthy, although I really should.

Honestly, I just wanted to go up the mountains and just be by myself for a little while. Somehow everything is just easier when you get up there.

I literally felt all my worries physically pulling away from my body and staying down in the ground. The higher elevation I went, the more I stopped thinking about all of the things that has been bothering me in the past few weeks. I wanted to just focus on myself, and that’s exactly what happened.

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I went up to go find the Yin Yang Spiral Point at the very top of the trail. It was somehow symbolical in a way. The Yin-Yang; the perfect balance. Balance of what exactly, I didn’t really know. I sat down on one of the benches overlooking the whole of Snowmass Village and just reflected my past year. I guess this was a “New Year Hike” after all.

I loved having time for myself, and being able to acknowledge what really mattered. I’m thankful to have had this “pause” from the regular world nonsense- I wasn’t even able to think about anything else but the beauty of what I was looking at. All I know is, I needed a breather, and I had one.

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I think sitting on a bench feeling like I was on top of the world put a lot of things into perspective. 2017 was about taking risks, and I’ve jumped in so many cliffs this year, that I feel like, everything I’ve done was a risk at some  point. Some decisions have been “brave” while others have been stupid. Maybe this year will be about, facing the repercussions of my bad decisions, or doing something to make the changes I needed in my life. That part, I still haven’t figured out completely.

I didn’t make any resolutions for this year, because I never really follow through on all of them; and instead of focusing on the failures to come, I wanted to just start the year in a positive note. So even though, I can’t make any promises on resolutions or any of the sort, I decided that this year, I will try my very best to appreciate things that I usually take for granted. It’s not exactly a promise, or a goal, like I said: no resolutions. It’s more of a reminder, to look at the good things instead of overthinking the bad.

Re-shifting my focus for 2018!

New Year Hike from Find Gizel on Vimeo.

Hope you’ve had a happy New Year.

xx Gizel

Ending up where I needed to be.

Hello peoples!

It’s been a little over a month since my move to this new state, and since then, I have made a few new friends, found a job, and kind of(sort of maybe but not really) figured out my footing.

I’m still getting to know the town, and learning about some of the aspects of living here, but so far, I feel like I have made the right choice.

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People are so much nicer over here, and honestly I think it’s the fresh air. Strangers smile at you, bus drivers tell you to have a good day, and even cashiers in the little groceries try to make conversation with you. It’s not creepy, even though I sort of made it out to seem like that, but people are just genuine here and the community is tight. It’s extremely difficult to be mean to them. It’s a complete 360 from the drunken tourists that I get the displeasure of “experiencing” in Vegas on a daily basis.

The mountains are really a good place for a fresh start. The fortune teller was right when she told me I needed the mountains in Colorado (but that’s a story for another day.) Hiking definitely takes a toll on your legs, but its good for the soul. You get a lot of thinking done during hikes, you have time for reflection and even catching up with your hiking buddy- which is also your roommate, (so I really don’t understand how we still have the need to catch up!) Aside from the mental peacefulness it brings, it’s also a great workout and does good things to your butt. There’s so many things you can do here in the mountains. People would always be hiking, camping or biking, plus the view is undeniably amazing!


I came here to get away from the loud city life, and the fake people, and I got exactly what I wanted and needed. I have no regrets whatsoever.

I love you, Colorado.

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xx Gizel

Saying Goodbye.

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So I guess, this is how it feels to say goodbye to something you never thought you’d fall in love with. I sound like I just broke up with someone. Which is technically kind of true, I just broke up with my job. Been in the company for eighteen months, been relocated twice, been under three different bosses, and went through a buttload of associates.

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Every single time I talk to people about my work the first thing they would ask is “Do you like it?” and I would always undoubtedly respond, “I like the people I work with!” And it is true, I LIKE the people I work with. The job is not so bad. It’s not the field I went to school for, it’s not what my passion is all about, but it is pretty fun, and I learned a bunch of stuff that I never would’ve learned anywhere else.

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The people is an entirely different story though. My associates have become my family. I fell in love with every single one of them, even the few that I’ve come to despise, haha! I’ve been their manager, adviser, therapist, teacher, big sister, and even a mom at some point (but that’s kinda pushing it coz I’m a child most of time).

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In return, they have been there for me with almost everything I went through. They’ve heard the worst of my hunger complaints and body pains. It got to a point where, whenever they hear someone craving for chili barbecue fries, or talk about having back problems, it would immediately remind them of me. They have forced me to come see the doctor, and got scared for me when I talk about my health with them. They have seen me ugly cry over the most trivial things, and they have made me laugh so hard that I almost peed myself. I’ve been with them through the good days and the bad. My kids (as I call them) have taught me so much more than I have taught them.

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They’ve seen me grow into a “mature” individual even though most of the time they see me goofing around and just playing. Who knew a bunch of 18-year-olds could change me?

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My company have been both good and bad to me. As any other company who has their pros and cons, but it’s more pros rather than cons. Working in this company, I started out as a timid, soft-spoken person afraid of confrontation. Now, I know how to pick my battles and I’ve learned not to be a push-over. Trust me, for me, it’s a good thing! I have learned to be brave, and fight for what I know is right. I have a stronger backbone (even though technically I have actual back problems, haha!) and I have learned to face stress with a level head and an objective point of view all the time.

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The management team have been literal brothers and sisters to me. We’ve gone through a lot, and I mean, A LOT. They’re my best friends but they have become like actual siblings to me.  If you had to work with the same group of people for 40 hours of the week, you could never avoid conflict. We’ve had our fair share of arguments, and horrible fights, but we’ve also gone through so much that we literally cannot go a day without talking to each other, just like siblings. We joke that we are all alcoholics, because we would all go drinking together even after work. They are my family inside and outside of work and I feel like no matter what had happened to this little family I’ve created in my short stay in this company, everything has a reason why, and I will still love all of them.

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Leaving this job felt like an actual break-up. I knew I was eventually gonna move to another state, and quitting was inevitable, but I can’t deny that it still hurt. On my last day, everything was emotional. My last clock-out, last close, pretty much last everything! I wrote my “kids” and “siblings” a long-ass letter to say goodbye, and everyone who’s ever known me knows how much I hate saying goodbye. I couldn’t do it properly that’s why I wrote it down. I’m thankful to every single one I’ve met in this company for all the good and even bad experiences.

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I’m off to another new chapter in my life: a completely clean slate, but you guys will always be in my heart. I will never forget you!

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Thursday Throwbacks: Cartoons that should come back.

Remember those days when you used to wake up early in the morning, and the first thing you’d do is turn on your television?

You wouldn’t even bother to brush your teeth, or greet your mom “Good Morning” because there’s nothing  more important than knowing what happens in the life of Madeline.

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Watching Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon was what I did on a daily basis even until I was in high school. It probably is the reason why I have such a crazy imagination. I mean, growing up thinking that parents can give birth to a cow and a chicken, or that you can have the power to stop a crazy monkey, if you were made of everything nice can do wonders to your brain.

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Re-watching old cartoons in the internet is my guilty pleasure. You can test me on the names of all the kids in Hey Arnold and make me recite the whole OBB to The Wild Thornberries, and I’d be able to do that.

For this Thursday, let’s travel back to a time when I wasn’t even four-feet tall, and I had my thumb stuck to my mouth all the time (awkward visuals, I’m sorry) and think about the life choices we’ve made that were influenced by the cartoons we used to watch.

Rugrats

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Powerpuff Girls

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Being three girls in the family, you’re bound to be drawn to stories with three sisters as well. You each pick which ones you’d be and there’s usually no debating that. Your older sister would be the responsible leader, your younger sister would be the adorable favorite, and being the middle child, you’re the one with the temper problem.

Dexter’s Laboratory

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When I was younger, I keep on pressing random buttons around the house hoping my secret laboratory would pop up anytime soon. Dexter was my inspiration on how my very first dream career was to be a scientist. My mom fully supported that dream, even bought me “My Little Scientist’s Kit” complete with a microscope and all.

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Plus, I totally understand the ANNOYING-SISTER problem he faces everyday.

Hey! Arnold

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I loved watching Hey Arnold because I could relate to him growing up with his grandparents, and being surrounded by awesome friends. Also his room with a glass-roof was my childhood dream-room.

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Helga Pataki was the girl who taught me how to keep my feelings towards my childhood crushes hidden. Because of her, I have mastered the art of the POKERFACE.

Recess

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Recess taught me that no matter how much differences you have with other people, they can still be the best friends you could ever have.tumblr_marxfki6Jd1rbqqfoo1_500

Kim Possible

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There’s no other cooler female role model than Kim Possible. She’s a high school spy that has the coolest gadgets in the world! Plus, I did have serious butterflies when her and Ron finally got together.

Scooby Doo

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WORD.

The Wild Thornberries

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The Thornberrys are the coolest family ever. They’re part of the reason why I crave for adventures in rainforests and jungles. They are also the reason why I promised myself that I will drive and live in an RV (for a year, maybe) when I grow up.

Courage the Cowardly Dog

This cartoon almost never made it to the list because it had the most disturbing scenes I’ve ever seen in my childhood. But, it also left the most important quote that I’d always usually say:

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xx

Gizel the cartoon lover.

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