Archive | February 2014

A Short History of Roche

I love my name. My dad named me after a small town in France called La Rochelle. Growing up, it was easy for teachers to recognize me because of my name. 

In grade school, I was the only one with that name. In high school, there were only two of us. Even at work, I think there are only three employees named Rochelle.

But aside from my real nick (Nini), most people call me Roche. I got that nickname in fifth grade when my crush G (wehehehe!) started calling me that. It stuck and people have called me Roche ever since.

But depending on how it’s pronounced, you get an idea when I met that person.

Ro-che = people from grade school and high school
Roch = people from college and the newspaper company I worked for
Rosh = people who are not quite sure how to pronounce my name
Roach = people in my current workplace

Among these, I prefer Roch best. Short, no frills. Walang arte.

The name I like the least is Roach. I mean, seriously, who would want to be called by a term that’s very close to “cockroach?”

It was an office mate who called me this and it stuck. For the last 10 years, everyone who knows me in the office pronounces my name this way and it’s difficult to correct them at this point so I just let them be.

Never call me Rochelle. That name is reserved for my dad IF he gets mad at me. Seriously! When somebody calls me Rochelle, I automatically get scared because I feel like the person’s going to reprimand me.

So if you ever get to meet me, just call me Roch and we’ll be fine. 🙂

#ThrowbackThursday Mt. Pulag

Today is #ThrowbackThursday and while writing this, I am watching American Idol 13. I’m rooting for MK and Jena, by the way.

Anyhoo, my first #ThrowbackThursday entry is my photo taken from Mount Pulag.

This was in 2011 when three work colleagues and I went to Mt. Pulag. What the hell were we thinking? Well, there was a sale in CashCashPinoy!

I think it was P2,500 only for everything so we bought it and packed our bags.

That trip was perhaps one of the most ridiculous things I’ve done with my life. I’m not the outdoorsy type. Heck, I’ve never gone mountain-climbing. And we had to walk nine straight hours from Ranger Station to the summit and back to Ranger Station. Again, what the hell were we thinking?

But by far, it was the most exhilarating feeling. Relief, adrenalin rush, excitement all rolled into one. I can’t freaking believe I reached the summit! Too bad we weren’t able to witness the sunrise because it was raining real hard but summit is the summit!

Will I go back to Mt. Pulag? Probably, probably not. But I was very happy to have gone on that trip.


That’s my favorite greeting these days.

I shouldn’t be blogging anymore since I do spend a lot of time online, thanks to my day job. On top of my personal Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, and Pinterest accounts, I also manage several social networking accounts for the company I work for.

I also have two secret blogs. One is my private diary (for my eyes only!) and the other chronicles a part of my life that I’m in the process of straightening out and cleaning up. So why start another blog, which is a lot more public?

One, I’d like to practice my writing a little bit more. I do write a lot for school but it can be a real drag if it’s almost always academic writing. I also write a few articles for work and that still feels like a responsibility. Once in a while, I want to write for fun.

Second, I want to reserve my name in Blogger. I don’t want someone to cybersquat and use my name without my permission.

Third, I just want to have fun (oh, I already mentioned that the first time!). It would be nice to look back and see what foolishness I wrote about my life. The assumption though is that I would be able to keep at it for a long time.

So, let’s see how it goes!

This entry was posted on February 27, 2014, in Introduction.