Peping's Personal Blog

The Tissue That Taught Me a Lesson   The fluorescent lights of Wendy's Glorietta 4 buzzed overhead, casting a sterile glow on the bustling lunchtime crowd. I was a cashier, a cog in the fast-paced machinery of the restaurant, but I was determined to make a positive impression. It was a typical morning shift, the air thick with the aroma of sizzling burgers and the rhythmic clinking of trays. Then, they walked in – a group of men in sharp suits, their faces etched with the weariness of international businessmen. One, with a friendly smile and a hint of Asian features, caught my eye.   I was eager to impress. I took their order with a practiced efficiency, suggesting a Frosty to accompany their Bacon Mushroom Melt burgers and iced teas. They seemed appreciative, their smiles widening as they exchanged pleasantries. It was a small victory, a testament to my commitment to providing exceptional service. They paid, collected their food, and settled at a nearby table, their co

My Elite Spa Escape: A Review   Okay, so I've been meaning to write this review for ages, because Elite Spa in Sta. Mesa, Manila deserves some serious praise. Let me tell you, it's like stepping into a little oasis of calm amidst the hustle and bustle of the city.   First things first, the staff is absolutely fantastic. From the moment you walk in, you're greeted with smiles and genuine warmth. They're incredibly attentive and always ready to cater to your needs, whether it's grabbing you a fresh towel or requests   The spa itself is a haven of cleanliness and serenity. It's not huge, but that's part of its charm. It feels intimate and secluded, which is exactly what you want when you're looking to de-stress and unwind. The decor is calming and elegant, and the soft lighting and calming music create a truly relaxing atmosphere.   Now, let's talk about the massage. I opted for their signature body scrub

Okay, so back in my Jollibee days, we used to have this saying, "The customer is always right." And while it's a nice sentiment, in reality, it just wasn't always true. There were times when customers were being unreasonable, demanding things that were impossible, or even just plain rude. It was tough to swallow that saying when you're trying your best to do your job, and someone's making it a hundred times harder. That's why I think "The customer is always first" is a much better approach. It doesn't mean you have to agree with everything they say or bend over backwards for every whim. It just means you prioritize their needs and try to find solutions that work for everyone. It's about showing respect and understanding, even when things get tough. And that's a much more realistic and achievable goal for any service industry worker, Jollibee or otherwise.

To All the Boys I've Loved Before: Frances, the Medtech from UK - Jealousy started following me.    The sting of heartbreak still lingered, a dull ache in my chest. Marvin, my first love, had shattered my heart like a cheap glass ornament. But amidst the wreckage, a glimmer of hope emerged. It came in the form of a Yahoo messenger chat with a guy named Frances, a Half-Pinoy from London, UK. His username was Rhofritz@yahoo.com, and he was 23, a medtech working in a hospital.   He had a certain charm, a resemblance to my favorite actor, John Cusack, but with an Asian twist. Our conversations flowed easily, filled with playful banter and shared jokes. I was drawn to his wit and his confidence, especially when he described his "huge tool" and how impressed his dad was when he saw him playing with himself. I was still a minor, 15 or 16 at the time, so I guess he didn't have the courage to show it to me, or maybe he was just teasing.   I had a knack for making g