Job - Hunting
8:27 AM - Wednesday, January 31, 2007
: January 31, 2007
: Home
: Exhausted
: Will any of the companies I applied for call me in the future?!
: Sando and shorts
: Hemin Bread
: Cold Water
: God
: My former love interests
: Stainless Longganisa by Bob Ong
: Steep by Nina
: WWE
: Ate Cyndi
: JuMong
Aw, Jobs. We just had our first job-hunting experience today. It was quite fun but tiring.
Morning. I woke up at 4am because the "
supposed" call time was 7am. It was very hard for me to wake up that early because...
a. The climate's cold. Everything in my bed feels cold and silky and smooth. It's hard to let go of that soft & fluffy pillow and that silky-smooth (
and cold) blanket. Ah, yes, sleep.
b. I'm not fond of waking up early anymore. I haven't woken up that early since I became an Accounting major. But I'm often still up until 4am due to my "
alleged" studying.
C. I'm not really thrilled to be one of the "
K Girls".
I arrived at 6:15 am. The people I'm supposed to meet were all late. And what bummed me the most is that I have to borrow everything from everybody.
I was one of the "unfortunate ones" who were picked to be a K-girl.
Tipong pang-DEAL OR NO DEAL. we're carrying briefcases with numbers and at the back of the briefcase there's an accounting virtue to remember. And mine's
PATIENCE. Unbelievable Irony.
I have corporate attires but man, they smelled as if they came from my Lolo's "
baul". I didn't really bother to fix things during the weekend because I didn't think it was that serious. Too bad it was so darn serioust that SC actually spent so much on the props & college gimmicks. Another thing's my one-and-only black slacks got lost. Maybe one of our former "labanderas/plantsadoras" already taken it home. Darn it. I had to borrow slacks from Ika and a blouse from Ate Cyndi. I'm a cause of delay, seriously.
The parade. Damn, the high-heeled sandals was killing me. And up to now it still hurts and some of my skin in my toes were kind of torn. Ouch. I'm gonna have muscles on my thighs! Roar!
But after the shameless parading in my all-borrowed corporate attire and literal "
killer" strap - ons, it was somehow worth it because we won 1st runner up in the college gimmick thing. I believe were really the winners, if not for College of Engineering's coming Centennial celebration & their "peacock-looking" torches, if that's what you really call it. I'm a meanie.
10 am. We (
Me, Dianne & Jill) immediately went to a computer shop to edit our resume. They edited theirs and I typed mine (
haha...I'm oh-so ready). Then after that we went to Photoprints to get our resumes printed (
the picture was printed directly on the resume). Spent 72 pesos on 8 sets.
Despite my never-ending criticisms and
b*tchy-ness, I still managed to do a good thing today. I got my grad pic scanned for 5 pesos. Then when "
Kuya" asked for my payment he only asked for the 72 pesos and forgot the 5 pesos...
Me: Ay Kuya, may na-realize ako. Hindi pa pala kasama dun sa 72 kong binayaran yung 5 sa scanKuya: Ha? talaga?Me: Opo *hands him a 5-peso coin*Kuya: O, sige, salamat.Haha. I'm so mabait. I mean, I know the truth and must act on it. I wouldn't want to suffer the karma from not paying 5 for the scan.
Kung makakarma rin lang ako sa 5 piso eh di magbayad na ako no. 12 pm. Ah, time to shine. We started our job-hunting brigade. We submitted resumes on different companies and it was quite fun. I think we already applied for about 10 companies. It was way too cool and so grown up.
We were a bit scared with the idea of applying for a job in banks. They've got an exam that you have to pass. Darn.
Too bad I can't submit for the companies that will be coming tomorrow. I haven't got any money to print my resumes nor go to school. My dad and mom haven't got their paychecks yet, and I'm not telling them that I'm not going to school.
Nakakahiya nang humingi ng pera. Oh well, money problems. Poorness.
BTW, people change, people change. Do you agree? It's okay if it's for the better, eh?! Oh well, you can't really force people to stay the way they are. They just change.
Screw you, whoever you are. Sorry for the cursings. I'm just so darn
mad.
Fin.
Labels: Atrocities, Me-Myself-and-I, Scholastic Raves
Untitled Rants
7:40 AM
It is very bizarre for me to talk about “love and romance” stuff in this blog. This time, I’ll make an exemption. Bear with me, or just click that “X” thing at the upper right corner of your screen and get lost.
I think I’ve just officially lost all my faith on this intangible force of nature called love. No matter how many times I’ve been hurt in the past, I try my best not to be too discouraged but this time I think I’ve had enough.
Yesterday, I’ve just found out that the guy I’m eyeing is already courting someone else. It’s just a rumor though. A friend of mine heard news about him giving a lady a bouquet of flowers earlier that morning. And what’s more annoying is that the girl he is rumored to be courting is the very same hirsute that I abhor the most. I reserve all the rights to call her that because she wasn’t really nice during our encounters. She kept on giving me this sharp, odd look as if she wanted to beat me to a pulp. Now I’m the one who wants to beat her to a pulp.
This girl’s soooo annoying, really. She kept on giving him testimonials on friendster and calling him “my hubby” and “my prince” whatever. So I thought that maybe she’s hallucinating and just making a big deal about the flowers – and kept on telling her equally - hairy friends that he’s already courting her. I also assumed that maybe it’s just her birthday and her hairy friends had this sort of “
conspiracy” (
her hairy friends tolerate her “I’m-so-in-love-with-you-so-why-not-come-and-get-me gestures…) – that he’ll be the one to give her the flowers as a birthday gift. I checked out her friendster account and to my horror it isn’t her birthday – January’s not her month. Lo and behold, I’m in deep trouble. Yet again.
And although I’m not really sure about the news, I already lost interest in him and didn’t even bother to say “hi” whenever I see him. As if he doesn’t exist.
Yeah, call me small-minded if you want. But it’s my thing. I don’t take it as a joke. Of all the girls, why her? Darn, that’s one of the stupid-est questions I ever have to ask myself. And then I’ll let go. There’s no use in frowning about it – I’ll just get my precious face wrinkled. And there’s no use in crying too. Even if I already cried my whole eyes out it’ll never change a thing.
And besides, as my classmate Marge said, “there’s more to life than romance”. I mean, I’m young and fabulous, and I’ve got a lot of things to discover, to think about, to worry about, to smile about, and to thank God for. Why wallow in self – pity for not having a boyfriend at the age of 20? If it’s really him & me, it’ll still be him & me at the end. (Am I using the right pronouns?!) And besides, I’m just wasting my precious time if I’ll do that. What a waste.
The moment I deeply thought about it, I really wanted to cry the pain out. But it seems I haven’t got any tears to cry anymore. Kudos.
And the pain was further fueled when I saw him at the Job Fair hours ago. I was signing up for an SSS number when I saw him on my left side – signing up for one company while on my right side was JB (
my former love interest), also signing up for an SSS number. And I was like, “
Wala kayong pinag-kaibang dalawa. “. They’re both so near and yet so far. And then I thought falling in love will always be just like that – I’ll just get myself damned over and over again.
Our encounter (
JB and I) wasn’t really nice. We have seen a lot of each other for the day but we didn’t bother to say “hi” to each other. And when our passed crossed I didn’t even bother to look at him – I acted as if I am getting something inside my bag. My friend Dianne said that he also didn’t look at me and instead he just interestingly looked at the floor while walking. It was no big deal. Now I also remembered the countless instances he has unintentionally caused me harm.
It’s not really their fault, though. They aren’t aware of my feelings (
oh, JB is!)…and if ever they’re aware of it, there’s nothing that I (
or they) could do about it. I can’t make them love me and they also can’t make me NOT love them. Haha.
Fin.
Labels: Atrocities, Head Over Heels, The Great Depression
Currently...
8:21 AM - Monday, January 29, 2007
CURRENTLY : January 30, 2007 at 12 am
: Home
: Exuberant
:
"I'm a K-girl! Ta-ta!" : Sando and Shorts
: Crispy Chicken Wings
: Milo Energy Drink
: Concur/Raze Joys (?)
: Coquettish Clan
: Stainless Longganisa by Bob Ong
: Piano in the Dark by Nina
:
My Friendster : none
: JuMong
Whew. Long Day. Decided to put
Nina on the CD player to relax my stressed nerves and soothe my tired wholeness.
Oh, by the way, I decided to just put these "
Currently" things on my post. I haven't got ample time to update every page whenever I'm online. I'm soooo guilty of sloth.
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I just can't get enough of the new
GMA 7 series JuMong. Yeah, everyone's been talking about Princess Hours and I'm not one of them. I've heard that it's good but whenever JuMong's started, I throw the dial (I mean, the remote control) and attentively watch the show (
even during the prelims...haha...that's why I've got horrible grades!). And I liked it for several reasons...
a.) It is historical, kind of like "
Jewel in the Palace" na Male Version. But it isn't really about cooking or nursing wounds of a weak and adulterous king, etcetera. It's about fighting for freedom, for your life, for what you believe in and for the people you love. (
Naks!)
b.) There's more to it than "
Love-Hate Romance" of the main character and his leading lady (or vice versa). It's about the main characters' adventures & misadventures. I hate it when shows concentrate too much on love lives (
and sometimes, the saccharine sweetness is too much that it makes me puke). I'm not cynical, I'm just realistic. Real life doesn't really deal with "lovelife" 24 hours a day, 365 days in a year, right?!
c.) The actors and actresses were very good, and they're portraying the characters in an excellent way. They're more than just pretty & handsome faces.
d.) This isn't your typical
leading-man-loves-the-leading-lady story. It's got cute twists.
e.) It injects the right amount of humor at the right place and at the right time. Don't bother if it's just few, it's a historical story anyway. We really can't find historical books that concentrated on Rizal's funny antics or laugh-able embarrassing moments, right?
Don't get me wrong. I'm not trying to start a fight with Princess Hours' die-hards; I'm just elaborating why JuMong is a worthy watch.
And the events get more exciting and exciting everyday! Yay!
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I've watched American Idol a couple of days ago and, as ever, seeing the auditions will leave you laughing out loud. I just can't imagine where those "
tone-deaf monsters" get the nerve to show their faces on screen and make fools out of themselves. I won't even bother if I were them. And besides, being ridiculed by Simon Cowell in front of billion televiewers isn't a feat to be proud of.
Oh well, good luck to all applicants, and may the best singer-wannabe win! (
Ow please, I hope the likes of Carrie Underwood and Catherine McPhee won't win. Eeew . I'd prefer Fantasia Barrino over 'em. Heehee)
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I've been receiving probably fifty or more text messages in a day and I'm happy for it. That just means that people remember to text me (
even if I was just inserted into their "send-to-all" list). However, there are certain annoying things that I just can't tolerate nor ignore.
a.) The excessive use of
smileys. If you haven't got anything to say, just stop texting. I believe the smiley thing experiences such thing called "
exhaustion".
b.) The use of letter "
W" to replace "
R", like "
sowee" instead of "
sorry". C'mon people, you're not retards to speak like a baby. You can talk properly, so use the opportunity. It annoys me to the bone.
c.) Sending a personal message through group messaging (a
nd my good friend Richard is soooo guilty of this). Things like this...
To X: Hi! Kain tau later...To Y: Hoi! Tae ka...To Z: Mahal mo ba ako......and the likes. I mean, I know you're using Globe Unlimited but hey, use it responsibly. Flood my phone with sensible quotes, not these stupid things.
And besides, why broadcast to the earth the things you have to say to just one person?! (
It'll be acceptable if you're proposing; Mushy but cool)
d.) The never-ending chain messages that will haunt you forever if you ignore them. C'mon, people,
GROW UP. And what's more annoying is when these things say "
mamamatay pamilya mo pag hindi mo sinunod ito". Morons.
e.) Ederlyn & her quest for existence. The first of the Ederlyn series was quite funny. Yung part na nag-invite siya sa birthday niya, then sa next text eh hinihintay ka na niya, at yung last eh nagtampo siya kasi hindi ka pumunta. The next versions were corny and other unimportant fictitious, non-existent characters like her boyfriend & ultimate karibal named "
Chona Mae" started popping out of nowhere like mushrooms. Crappy.
And many other things. Hmmm. My nerves will start bursting if I'd continue this topic.
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Job Fair. Seems like it was still yesterday when I was playing alone with my dolls. Don't look now, I'm already thinking of things to put in my resume. Whoa I'm so old
na.
And up to now I still can't accept the fact that I'm already twenty. Someone just asked me yesterday how old I am and it feels like something's stuck in my throat whenever I have to say the "
Magic Number Twenty". Darn it. I'm on the verge of age-denial, very much like the older oldies women. Haha, I'm mean. Now I know why they say they're forty when in fact they're already fifty.
Labels: Atrocities, Melodica, Randomities, The Boob Tube, WorldWideWeb Stuff
Post - Birthday Rants
3:15 AM - Saturday, January 20, 2007
Last
December 30, 2006, I celebrated my twen-
TEENth birthday. Yes folks, I'm outta teen years andam already a certified adult (
only at the age...not really when it comes to my way of thinking). And it was one of the happiest birthdays of my life.
Morning. We went to Our Lady of Lourdes Parish at Novaliches Bayan to attend the mass. Well, of course I'd thank God for another wonderful year that have passed in my life and I'll ask that He'll continue to bless me in the coming years. I was with my mom and dad and it was wonderful -- quality time with the family.
Oh before I forget, I'd have to tell you about this very weird event. I dunno why but a birthday of mine can't pass without me getting devastated, angry or irritated over something or with someone. I dunno why but that always happen. Jo saw how mortified I am on my 18th birthday and how I fussed over about being forced to buy a
PINK gown (
Reminder: I *SOMEHOW* abhor pink) and she saw how my mom controlled herself and avoided smacking me in the face with her fists due to anger.
Heehee. And this year was no exception.
After the mass, my mom insisted on buying the 13 fruits that she'll have for the New Year celebration. It's morning, I'm still sleepy, and I hate going around wet markets. Yes people, the fruits here are sold inside wet markets...and imagine how irritated I was! Yes, call me "
maarte" if you like but that's the truth. I mean, it's my birthday. I'm supposed to be the master for the day and I'm supposed to have fun for the whole day but there I was, under the morning sunshine, walking inside the wet market, with myself stinking like fish and my feet wet with mud or something. And I was frowning, really. And my mom was also kind of unhappy because of my attitude. And I can't control my irritation that I already wanted to cry because of disappointment. Maybe my hormones are too active during my birthdays that's why I'm like this. Just an assumption.
And this is the event that really irritated me. We passed by a beauty parlor and there's thing gay creature offering ladies a cheap 200-peso hair relax.
Gay: Hi Miss, gusto mo bang magpa-relax? 200 lang.Me: *
somewhat grumpy of the gay reminding me of the fact that my hair doesn't look good -- I was actually planning to just snob him/her but to be nice I answered*
No, thanks. Gay: Oi, bakit ka naman nakasimangot? Ano ba yan bagong taon na bagong taon nakasimangot ka? Buong taon kang sisimangot niyan? Bakit ka naman nakasimangot? Yaddah yaddah yaddah yaddahMe: *
gives her/him the tiger look*
EPAL KA. The exact words that I uttered under my breath. I wanted to hit him/her in the face and tell her/him "
Eh kung yung kasarian mo nalang kaya yung problemahin mo kaysa yung pagsimangot ko?! Ni hindi mo nga ma-solve yung problema mo kung babae ka o lalake ka tas makikialam ka pa sa akin? " Seems that she/he got me when I woke up at the wrong side of the bed. Real evil, eh
. Yes, I'm a nice person but I can be pretty b*tchy when my "
sumpong" strikes. In fairness, nakonsensya naman ako after nun pero talagang bwisit na bwisit ako sa kanya.
Then I decided to sleep my irritation off.
Afternoon. My visitors started pouring in. My Lola Luisa, Tita Baby, Tito Boy and young cousin Rosanna came first. They ate lunch and merienda and we had a good time watching tv and catching up. Then my fave cousin Kuya Mark came too. Nag-inuman pa nga kami eh. Actually, sila ni Papa yung nag-iinuman nun pero hiningi ko yung isang bottle ng San Mig light.
My Dad: Aba?! Umiinom ka na? Kelan ka pa natutong uminom?Me: Nung 3rd yr high school pa, sa celebration namin nung COCC kina Cielley.My Dad: Aba, wag kang inom nang inom ha, baka malasing ka niyan...Me: Pag may occassion lang ako iinom...He's pretty worried that I'll grow into an alcoholic lady.
Then my high school classmates started coming. The first one to come was Yoradyl, a member of the
Red Mist the Gods and Goddesses (that's how our barkada was called way back then...pretty ambitious). She's got a great talent in drawing anime characters and also has good english writing skills. Then my other friends followed:
Richard, my HS best friend aside from Kristine. He's a total freak, a joker, and cool.
Katrina, Richard's former love interest. A certified Globe text-addict and it touched me when she greeted me a "Happy Birthday" through the group text and mentioned my whole name (
including my middle name). She still remembers!
Frankie, also a member of Red Mist and the one who always initiates our "yurakan sessions". And I always hate it when he teases me that Harold's (
former admirer during HS days) still in-love with me! Rawrr!
Sheila Joy, the other Red Mist Anime Addict aside from Yoradyl. She's funny too and is currently sooo in-love (connection?)
Cielley, the nice Anime Addict and the Salutatorian of the batch. And thanks for the cute piggy! They used to call her "manang" because she's way too conservative during our HS Days but now she's already wearing make-up and sexy clothes! Whoa, what a babe!
Millet, my former "karibal-sa-top-spot" in my elementary days (Grade 2 and 3). We call her "Siga" because she's one of the boys. Really funny & "makulit sa group message". A Text Clan addict because that's where she met her "hubby". at
SUPER PUTI! Haha!
Alvin, the bald guy. He's my ever-reliable, always on - call computer technician - slash- future nurse - slash - "baby delivery" boy. Heehee. Good thing he's nice and he's always willing to fix my pc whenever it's got some problems. Anyway, sorry for the teasing and for the cold shoulder.
Rhea,
ka-kikayan and
childish-ness rolled into one. The digicam girl the one who never missed a single HS reunion or party -- aka party animal or
FARTY. An UST CommArts beauty, she never forgets that her studies is her top priority even if she's already have her "Baby E".
Lara, my "
karibal" in everything during our HS days (
even sa crushes!). I dunno why but we always go head-to-head against each other -- from the SC Presidency (
she won over me by 20-something votes...kelangang may ganun?) to the attention of the teachers, from the most coveted scholastical awards to the positions held in CAT, from the attention of our common "
JS Prom Crush" up to graduating with a BS Accountancy degree and passing the CPA Board Exam. There's this certain animosity between us that has started to show it's burning flames when she got jealous of me because she says that I'm our Math teacher's fave student, etcetera, etcetera. I've already forgiven her but still, the scars are there.
I FORGIVE BUT I NEVER FORGET. Teehee.
It was fun. We laughed our hearts out while eating because we reminisced the old days and started talking about everything under the sun -- the horrible food in the school canteen to the teacher with a nasty body odor to the teacher who invents superficial yet uber-corny jokes & stories and to the fave topic of all --
Yurakan . Of course our fave topic was, again, my former admirer. Good thing he wasn't there or else I would've been the object of humiliation. We told stories about the events that happened to us after graduation, to the new boyfriends or girlfriends that they had, to the subjects that they've flunked, etc. It was fun! Here's some of the pics. (
Check out my multiply if you wanna see more pics!)
TRES MARIAS:(L TO R) Odyl, Rhea and Soc
KASAL, NAKISALI AT NAKISALO: Kasal (Kat & Chard), Nakisali at Nakisalo (ako!)... isyu?!
L TO R: Me, Farty, ShiShi and Alvin
TOP: Rhea, Odyl and Me
BOTTOM: Frankie, Lharz, Kat, Chard & ShiShi
L to R: Yoradyl, Sheila Joy, Rachelle, Millet, Frankie and Me (top)
My friends Wowin and her cousin Grace also came. And her mom's gift was a gallon of Caramel Ice Cream.
Yummy! My former "
best friend" and childhood friend Sheena also came with her boyfriend Gian. He's 28 and 9 years older than her (
He's her manager -- Sheena's a "model", ya know) and he's already asking me if I could work for his company after I pass the board! Haha! Talagang "trabaho" ang lalapit sa 'yo kapag Accountant/CPA ka! (
hopefully, maging isa ako!)
But not everyone that I invited came. One of them was Jo, who's sick at that time. Yes, my friend, I understand but my birthday could've been happier if you were there (
Naks, me ganun?). Rhio, Gamaliel, Eileene, and the other members of the Redwood family also weren't able to come. They missed half of their lives!
Haha!
Though my day didn't start the way I wanted, it ended up nicely the way I never expected it.
(Tama ba ang grammar?!) THANKS A LOT TO MY FATHER IN HEAVEN!!! P.S. Lara borrowed some of my accounting books. I was, actually, hesitant because up to now I'm still oblivious to the things that she'd put me through. Jesus said "love your enemies" and I willingly (
somehow) obeyed this rule. And maybe it worked because after she returned my books she never stopped thanking me.
Nakonsensya na siguro siya sa mga pinag-gagagawa niya noon. HeeheeLabels: Euphoria, Me-Myself-and-I