Okay, kids, I really need your opinion on this one:
Should I get the ones without the yellow thread, or the ones with the yellow thread? I've been sitting here for a whole hour, trying to decide, so please do give me your two cents.
Believe it or not, there's a difference between the two besides the yellow thread. The one without the yellow thread has a higher heel, and the color is not "smooth black." It's more grainy like real leather. The last time I had Docs (freshman year-high school), the yellow thread bugged me because it ruined the "all black look." However, now I'm thinking, if you're going to buy Docs, wouldn't it be pointless if they don't come with the yellow thread?
Decisions, decisions! Do help me out...and yes, both pairs are at my house already. It's all about sending one pair back to my beloved Zappos.
Wednesday, March 31, 2004
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
Freebies
Pardon my giddyness.
I just found out that city employees can take a fitness class for free every month. That takes care of my hip hop dance class dues. Then, we, as city employees, also get the fitness pass for free every month. That takes care of my gym fees. I don't need to go to Gold's Gym or Pure Fitness to workout! Hooray!
However, since I bought all of those new clothes for work, I don't want to lose too much weight now. Dammit, I really can't have everything. LoL.
I just found out that city employees can take a fitness class for free every month. That takes care of my hip hop dance class dues. Then, we, as city employees, also get the fitness pass for free every month. That takes care of my gym fees. I don't need to go to Gold's Gym or Pure Fitness to workout! Hooray!
However, since I bought all of those new clothes for work, I don't want to lose too much weight now. Dammit, I really can't have everything. LoL.
Sunday, March 28, 2004
Another Shopping Weekend
New mall discovery: Redmond Town Center. Eventhough I didn't explore it fully, I loved the place already simply because the store fronts face outside and you have to go through the indvidual stores' doors to get in. I prefer those than enclosed malls any day. See how picky I am with everything?!
From there, I went to Bellevue Square, then to my least favorite mall of all time, Southcenter. That's what's great about living here, you can hop from one mall to another versus in the Philippines, where you would be lucky enough to make it to one mall in one day. HeHe.
Anyway, total number of new shoes: 3, with another pair coming in the mail tomorrow. Too bad they're all for work. And believe it or not, I really hate shopping. I swear!
From there, I went to Bellevue Square, then to my least favorite mall of all time, Southcenter. That's what's great about living here, you can hop from one mall to another versus in the Philippines, where you would be lucky enough to make it to one mall in one day. HeHe.
Anyway, total number of new shoes: 3, with another pair coming in the mail tomorrow. Too bad they're all for work. And believe it or not, I really hate shopping. I swear!
Wednesday, March 24, 2004
Good Things Come in Twos
I've never won a raffle drawing in my life. That is, until tonight. I won a $25 Rainforest Cafe gift card! I would've preferred the $100 Gene Juarez gift card, but hey, let's not be greedy now. HeHe.
But that is not why I feel like a winner tonight. People have been asking me about Job #1. However, they're not asking where I work or what I do. No, all these people want to know is if I'm working with a cute guy. Really, I'm quite touched. I can't believe that many people are still keeping the hope alive. Or are they just humoring me? LoL.
I've been meaning to write about that very topic on here since my first day of work one week ago. Because, sad as it may seem, I had almost accepted the fact that I will be single for life. Trust me, I have a million evidences to warrant such a conclusion. But since I have been tired every single day of the past week, I haven't had a chance to write about it. As always, things happen for a reason.
I have met so many people this past week alone. I went to the city employees' banquet last week. I have met the mayor. I have met city council people. I have met general managers of every single sector in the city. Out of all of these people, not one is remotely close to my age; not one is remotely a potential candidate for me; not a single one.
During the latter half of the day today, my co-worker told me that the photographer who took the pictures for our vacation planner will be dropping by in a few minutes. I thought, no big deal. Judging from all of the people I have met so far, Prince Charming is no where near me. After about half an hour, the office door opened and I...was...just...shocked.
Do you guys still remember that very first time I met/saw Dancing King? That was quite unexpected also. It has been two years since that happened, so it is nice to feel legitimately giddy once again. However, I know for a fact that I will not be seeing Picture Boy (hooray, a new nickname!) on a daily/regular basis. Once in a blue moon is more like it, so let's keep reality in check, alright? HeHe.
He's cute. Trust me, he's cute. He's tall. He has nice, soft hands (shut up people, he's not!). He loves photography (a dur!) and nature. He's nice, according to my co-workers (How to get MiNA to like a guy: Get 5 people she trusts to tell her that the guy is nice. In this case, 3 will do. HaHa). And, he's granola-ey. That's a new term I learned from my co-workers to refer to people who are simple and down-to-earth. HeHe. So tonight, all I've been thinking in my head is, "I'm granola-ey! I'm granola-ey!" LoL. Well, dammit, I am! HaHa.
I don't want a relationship with him (Traumatized Girl has spoken yet again!). Afterall, I'm insisting that my co-worker gets her act together and snatch this guy up. Why she hasn't after all this time is quite puzzling. Sure there's a conflict of interests, but hey, we can hire someone else to take pictures for us in the name of loOoOoOve. So anyway, I just need some inspiration, or at least, someone who will make me believe that my ideal guy exists. Hence, I just need someone to replace Elevator Boy in my heart, because after four years, I don't get why he's still in there. HaHa.
Would it be too much to start singing "It Might Be You?" LoL! Just kidding, just kidding!
But that is not why I feel like a winner tonight. People have been asking me about Job #1. However, they're not asking where I work or what I do. No, all these people want to know is if I'm working with a cute guy. Really, I'm quite touched. I can't believe that many people are still keeping the hope alive. Or are they just humoring me? LoL.
I've been meaning to write about that very topic on here since my first day of work one week ago. Because, sad as it may seem, I had almost accepted the fact that I will be single for life. Trust me, I have a million evidences to warrant such a conclusion. But since I have been tired every single day of the past week, I haven't had a chance to write about it. As always, things happen for a reason.
I have met so many people this past week alone. I went to the city employees' banquet last week. I have met the mayor. I have met city council people. I have met general managers of every single sector in the city. Out of all of these people, not one is remotely close to my age; not one is remotely a potential candidate for me; not a single one.
During the latter half of the day today, my co-worker told me that the photographer who took the pictures for our vacation planner will be dropping by in a few minutes. I thought, no big deal. Judging from all of the people I have met so far, Prince Charming is no where near me. After about half an hour, the office door opened and I...was...just...shocked.
Do you guys still remember that very first time I met/saw Dancing King? That was quite unexpected also. It has been two years since that happened, so it is nice to feel legitimately giddy once again. However, I know for a fact that I will not be seeing Picture Boy (hooray, a new nickname!) on a daily/regular basis. Once in a blue moon is more like it, so let's keep reality in check, alright? HeHe.
He's cute. Trust me, he's cute. He's tall. He has nice, soft hands (shut up people, he's not!). He loves photography (a dur!) and nature. He's nice, according to my co-workers (How to get MiNA to like a guy: Get 5 people she trusts to tell her that the guy is nice. In this case, 3 will do. HaHa). And, he's granola-ey. That's a new term I learned from my co-workers to refer to people who are simple and down-to-earth. HeHe. So tonight, all I've been thinking in my head is, "I'm granola-ey! I'm granola-ey!" LoL. Well, dammit, I am! HaHa.
I don't want a relationship with him (Traumatized Girl has spoken yet again!). Afterall, I'm insisting that my co-worker gets her act together and snatch this guy up. Why she hasn't after all this time is quite puzzling. Sure there's a conflict of interests, but hey, we can hire someone else to take pictures for us in the name of loOoOoOve. So anyway, I just need some inspiration, or at least, someone who will make me believe that my ideal guy exists. Hence, I just need someone to replace Elevator Boy in my heart, because after four years, I don't get why he's still in there. HaHa.
Would it be too much to start singing "It Might Be You?" LoL! Just kidding, just kidding!
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
Every Move I Make
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbor. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover."
There's 50 states. I have 49 other states to choose from. So why am I having a problem?
My Independent Living teacher in high school told our class to move out before it's too late to do so. Do it before you start a family. Do it before your job ties you down. Do it before your parents need you.
For me, that time that she's referring to is now. More specifically, after July of this year. The problem is I just don't know where to go.
California is too crowded and polluted. Illinois (Chicago), Minnesota (Minneapolis), Massachusetts (Boston) are too cold in the winter. Texas (Houston) is flat and humid. Arizona is full of retired people. New York is well, New York. The urban setting is sooo not me. Colorado (Denver) seems like it's in the running, but my cousin told me that there isn't much racial diversity and I can't live like that. So, where, where do I go from here?
There's 50 states. I have 49 other states to choose from. So why am I having a problem?
My Independent Living teacher in high school told our class to move out before it's too late to do so. Do it before you start a family. Do it before your job ties you down. Do it before your parents need you.
For me, that time that she's referring to is now. More specifically, after July of this year. The problem is I just don't know where to go.
California is too crowded and polluted. Illinois (Chicago), Minnesota (Minneapolis), Massachusetts (Boston) are too cold in the winter. Texas (Houston) is flat and humid. Arizona is full of retired people. New York is well, New York. The urban setting is sooo not me. Colorado (Denver) seems like it's in the running, but my cousin told me that there isn't much racial diversity and I can't live like that. So, where, where do I go from here?
Monday, March 22, 2004
Get In The Kitchen
I have been wanting to take cooking classes for the longest time. I think living off of Lucky Me! Pancit Canton and Jollibee home deliveries while I was on my own in Manila traumatized me enough to make me want to be domesticated. Since this is "my year" of wanting to be anything and everything I want to be, I think it is finally time to stop watching Emeril Lagasse and actually be Emeril Lagasse.
I found this 5-week course called "The Basics of Cooking" which starts in May. However, it's $185. But then again, do I want to starve when I finally move out of the house, or do I want to fork over the $185? Hmm. The latter it is. However, I was checking out the course description, and I don't think the class teaches you how to peel potatoes and stuff. Maybe they need to offer a course called "The Really, Really Basics of Cooking?"
Now, if only I could find a class on ironing...
I found this 5-week course called "The Basics of Cooking" which starts in May. However, it's $185. But then again, do I want to starve when I finally move out of the house, or do I want to fork over the $185? Hmm. The latter it is. However, I was checking out the course description, and I don't think the class teaches you how to peel potatoes and stuff. Maybe they need to offer a course called "The Really, Really Basics of Cooking?"
Now, if only I could find a class on ironing...
Sunday, March 21, 2004
My First Deadline: In One Month
I'm not used to spending all of my day in an office. I'm not used to eating lunch in the office with my 3 co-workers everyday. I'm not used to getting headaches by 3 p.m. until the rest of the work day. I'm not used to potential knee injuries brought about by 3-inch heels. I'm not used to carrying boxes of vacation planners that could potentially weigh about 70 pounds each (I can't even do 10 reps of bicep curls using 5-pound dumbbells!). I'm not used to dealing with out-of-state callers who need to learn how to be nice like us Seattle folks. I'm not used to having a computer in front of me all day, but cannot use YM/AIM. I'm not used to working full-time period.
Give me a month. Give me a month to figure out what I really don't like about Job #1. Right now, the stress, due to experiencing a new milestone, is playing a huge role, so my opinion will be quite biased if I write about it now. Give me a month to tell you the ugly truth. HeHe.
Give me a month. Give me a month to figure out what I really don't like about Job #1. Right now, the stress, due to experiencing a new milestone, is playing a huge role, so my opinion will be quite biased if I write about it now. Give me a month to tell you the ugly truth. HeHe.
Tuesday, March 16, 2004
Day One
Tired.
After being inundated with information, starting my bi-weekly marketing mailing task, and wearing a suit for 8 hours, I am beat.
But there's nothing to complain about. None. Zero. Zilch.
After being inundated with information, starting my bi-weekly marketing mailing task, and wearing a suit for 8 hours, I am beat.
But there's nothing to complain about. None. Zero. Zilch.
Monday, March 15, 2004
Anxiety
Over the weekend, I daydreamed of things to do today. Some of the ideas I came up with were cleaning my room, organizing my closet, watching a couple of DVDs, going to the library, finalizing my plane ticket for Colorado in May, but have I done anything since I woke up at 7:30 a.m.? Nopes. I can't sit still, I've just been going up and down the stairs, and worst of all, I have been eating anything and everything in the house. Stupid hormones.
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"But am getting tired of being tough anymore. Really. And no man can't seem to handle a woman like me..."
I just went to Belle's site (because I'm trying to find 100 ways not to do what I'm supposed to be doing!) and as always, I just have to take the time to "amen."
I'm not the clingy type. If I need to go somewhere, I don't need him to pick me up. If I want to buy a Sanrio letter set, another DVD, or a pint of Ben & Jerry's, I won't ask him to get it for me. If I go shopping, I don't need him to carry my bags (Although, it did feel nice when my male cousins did it for me while I was in Manila. Is that what they teach in Ateneo and LSGH? HaHa!). However, I'm not here to start singing "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child.
Just like Belle, I am tired. I wouldn't mind being picked up from work and eating dinner afterwards. I wouldn't mind looking at the things in my room and get reminded of when he gave them to me. I wouldn't mind my hand being kept warm by another one's hand (because I am not Korina Sanchez! LoL). I wouldn't mind being treated like a queen. And if anyone doubts that I should be treated like one, please refer to my birth certificate. HaHa!
I'd like to finally find someone who I like and who likes me back. I'd like to finally find someone who would save the day when superwoman couldn't do it anymore. I'd like to find someone who would finally allow me to stop whining about this subject. Because like I said, I am tired.
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"But am getting tired of being tough anymore. Really. And no man can't seem to handle a woman like me..."
I just went to Belle's site (because I'm trying to find 100 ways not to do what I'm supposed to be doing!) and as always, I just have to take the time to "amen."
I'm not the clingy type. If I need to go somewhere, I don't need him to pick me up. If I want to buy a Sanrio letter set, another DVD, or a pint of Ben & Jerry's, I won't ask him to get it for me. If I go shopping, I don't need him to carry my bags (Although, it did feel nice when my male cousins did it for me while I was in Manila. Is that what they teach in Ateneo and LSGH? HaHa!). However, I'm not here to start singing "Independent Women" by Destiny's Child.
Just like Belle, I am tired. I wouldn't mind being picked up from work and eating dinner afterwards. I wouldn't mind looking at the things in my room and get reminded of when he gave them to me. I wouldn't mind my hand being kept warm by another one's hand (because I am not Korina Sanchez! LoL). I wouldn't mind being treated like a queen. And if anyone doubts that I should be treated like one, please refer to my birth certificate. HaHa!
I'd like to finally find someone who I like and who likes me back. I'd like to finally find someone who would save the day when superwoman couldn't do it anymore. I'd like to find someone who would finally allow me to stop whining about this subject. Because like I said, I am tired.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Back to Frustration Nation
Why do Filipino guys fall in lust so easily?
That's all I want to know...for now.
That's all I want to know...for now.
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Any Time You Need A Friend
I never thought of writing one, let alone having to read one. When I got the chance today, I had tears in my eyes because I felt the pain of the person who wrote it, and felt the pain the person, to whom the letter was written for, must have felt after having read it. I never want to feel the same way again.
I told Pen yesterday that more than a boyfriend (believe it or not!), I would like to have a best friend: the kind of friend who will always be there when you pick up the phone, the kind of friend who will go with you anywhere, the kind of friend who will be there through thick and thin. I stopped having a best friend in tenth grade, a time when I thought it's better to be alone than waste my time with someone who never had my best interests in mind when I thought I had his. But in closing my doors, loneliness let itself in as the years went on.
Last month, I told Belle that a lot of, if not most, people are lonely; it's just that no one wants to admit it. I would just like to take this time now to say this before I regret not having the chance to have done it: To all of my site visitors and to my AIM/YM folks, if there's ever a time that you feel alone and wished there was a person to talk to, please don't hesitate to send me a message or e-mail me. I insist, I don't mind, and I mean it.
I may not be the girlfriend (or boyfriend) that you long for, I may not be there to physically sit next to you, I may not be able to make things right for you, but at least I'm someone when you think you have no one. The only rule I have is to make sure you let me know. I'm not a mind reader, I'm not a fortune teller, and I'm usually thinking about my own battles in life, so I'll probably never be able to guess that you're in a "certain situation" unless you tell me. Deal?
To the person who led me to write this entry, I'll be thinking about you this Sunday. I don't think I would have made any difference had I known you, but I just hope that you found the peace that you were searching for all this time.
I told Pen yesterday that more than a boyfriend (believe it or not!), I would like to have a best friend: the kind of friend who will always be there when you pick up the phone, the kind of friend who will go with you anywhere, the kind of friend who will be there through thick and thin. I stopped having a best friend in tenth grade, a time when I thought it's better to be alone than waste my time with someone who never had my best interests in mind when I thought I had his. But in closing my doors, loneliness let itself in as the years went on.
Last month, I told Belle that a lot of, if not most, people are lonely; it's just that no one wants to admit it. I would just like to take this time now to say this before I regret not having the chance to have done it: To all of my site visitors and to my AIM/YM folks, if there's ever a time that you feel alone and wished there was a person to talk to, please don't hesitate to send me a message or e-mail me. I insist, I don't mind, and I mean it.
I may not be the girlfriend (or boyfriend) that you long for, I may not be there to physically sit next to you, I may not be able to make things right for you, but at least I'm someone when you think you have no one. The only rule I have is to make sure you let me know. I'm not a mind reader, I'm not a fortune teller, and I'm usually thinking about my own battles in life, so I'll probably never be able to guess that you're in a "certain situation" unless you tell me. Deal?
To the person who led me to write this entry, I'll be thinking about you this Sunday. I don't think I would have made any difference had I known you, but I just hope that you found the peace that you were searching for all this time.
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
In the System
I went to the City Hall today to fill-out my employment papers. I am now officially employed.
While driving there today, I realized that this is "it." From now on, I'll be working to live. I'll be working for my future. I'll be working for "grown-up stuff" that I can call my own someday like a house, car, Ikea furniture straight out from the catalog, Hello Kitty waffle maker...yes, that's a grown up thing, okay?! LoL.
Although trying to pick the best retirement benefits option gave me some confusion, the bigger obstacle today was...trying to find, and buy, work clothes. Dang, why was I not born with a kikay gene in my body? How come shopping is not my passion? Why can't I get excited about trying on clothes? When people say shop until I drop, how come I drop after 30 minutes?
Note to self: Learn how to be a girl for once. {;P
While driving there today, I realized that this is "it." From now on, I'll be working to live. I'll be working for my future. I'll be working for "grown-up stuff" that I can call my own someday like a house, car, Ikea furniture straight out from the catalog, Hello Kitty waffle maker...yes, that's a grown up thing, okay?! LoL.
Although trying to pick the best retirement benefits option gave me some confusion, the bigger obstacle today was...trying to find, and buy, work clothes. Dang, why was I not born with a kikay gene in my body? How come shopping is not my passion? Why can't I get excited about trying on clothes? When people say shop until I drop, how come I drop after 30 minutes?
Note to self: Learn how to be a girl for once. {;P
Sunday, March 7, 2004
It's Not Easy Being Me
I find it amusing when I get to hear people's perception of me based on my website. It doesn't happen often, but when people do get the guts to tell me what they think, I'm really quite amused.
Bitter. Melodramatic. Hopeless. Confused. I would accept those as fair ways of describing me. I'll even take "crazy." But are those the words that I hear from my male site visitors? Nope. Since the beginning of this year, I've been finding out that their first impression, and maybe lasting one also, of me is that I'm a geek. A geek! Can you all believe that?! Geek meaning technology-savvy, cellphone-carrying, PDA-using, digicam-toting, DSL-loving woman. The heck?! I don't even own a cellphone! And when was the last time I mentioned anything geeky on here? Hmph!
Is this why I'm single?! Did Mr. Right visit this website before and said, "Hmm, she's not 'The One.' She's a geek. Let me continue on my journey."? Ack! The horror!
For the last time, I'm not a geek. I'm a normal, cute, intelligent, sweet ... (We interrupt this entry to let you know that MiNA just got hit by lightning. Stay tuned for further details.) {;P
Bitter. Melodramatic. Hopeless. Confused. I would accept those as fair ways of describing me. I'll even take "crazy." But are those the words that I hear from my male site visitors? Nope. Since the beginning of this year, I've been finding out that their first impression, and maybe lasting one also, of me is that I'm a geek. A geek! Can you all believe that?! Geek meaning technology-savvy, cellphone-carrying, PDA-using, digicam-toting, DSL-loving woman. The heck?! I don't even own a cellphone! And when was the last time I mentioned anything geeky on here? Hmph!
Is this why I'm single?! Did Mr. Right visit this website before and said, "Hmm, she's not 'The One.' She's a geek. Let me continue on my journey."? Ack! The horror!
For the last time, I'm not a geek. I'm a normal, cute, intelligent, sweet ... (We interrupt this entry to let you know that MiNA just got hit by lightning. Stay tuned for further details.) {;P
Wednesday, March 3, 2004
O Happy Days
My real start date is on March 16th. However, my boss called me on Monday to ask if I could attend the all-day staff retreat today. Hey, anything for extra hours. {;P
Eventhough it was a retreat, we just stayed in the office. I have already volunteered/been assigned to do three projects so I'm much more excited now for my first real day. I also got a chance to of course observe my co-workers/teammates/superiors at work and I like what I saw. These three women are knowledgeable, passionate, and focused with their work, and I look forward to learning from them. I also found out about certain perks that come with the job so all the better. HeHe. Anyway, again, they reiterated to me that the position will become permanent in 3-4 month's time. Mom, there's my medical and dental insurance for you! Although I know, that still isn't good enough for the woman. Hmph!
However, I'm not just giddy about my newfound job. Last night, my dance instructor set me aside and asked me if I ever thought of joining a dance group! I read her short bio in the class description when I signed up for the class and already knew she was the director and choreographer for one of the local dance groups. I was actually going to ask her about that last week, but never got around to doing it. Little did I know she wanted to discuss it with me. Naks! HeHe. I really miss performing so I hope I get to do that again soon. It's nice to know that after 5 years, I still got rhythm and my body is still holding up. HeHe!
Eventhough it was a retreat, we just stayed in the office. I have already volunteered/been assigned to do three projects so I'm much more excited now for my first real day. I also got a chance to of course observe my co-workers/teammates/superiors at work and I like what I saw. These three women are knowledgeable, passionate, and focused with their work, and I look forward to learning from them. I also found out about certain perks that come with the job so all the better. HeHe. Anyway, again, they reiterated to me that the position will become permanent in 3-4 month's time. Mom, there's my medical and dental insurance for you! Although I know, that still isn't good enough for the woman. Hmph!
However, I'm not just giddy about my newfound job. Last night, my dance instructor set me aside and asked me if I ever thought of joining a dance group! I read her short bio in the class description when I signed up for the class and already knew she was the director and choreographer for one of the local dance groups. I was actually going to ask her about that last week, but never got around to doing it. Little did I know she wanted to discuss it with me. Naks! HeHe. I really miss performing so I hope I get to do that again soon. It's nice to know that after 5 years, I still got rhythm and my body is still holding up. HeHe!
Tuesday, March 2, 2004
Lost in Translation
Sadly, I found out today that I cannot participate in a heated argument if it's conducted in Tagalog. Hindi kaya ng powers ko. Whenever they televise a court proceeding on TFC, like a Senate hearing, I always find it painful to watch lawyers take 10 seconds to utter the next phrase of their argument because they're trying to find the English words for it. Little did I know, I sound like those lawyers when subjected to a Tagalog shouting match, if you can even call it as such.
"Bubuksan ninyo yung mga sulat ko...tapos...tapos..." tapos natalo si MiNA sa point niya. LoL. Kainis ha! Needless to say, my horns appeared at approximately one minute and thirty seconds after I got out of bed this morning. I think that's a record. Walking around the neighborhood for an hour didn't help to erase the scowl on my face either.
I stand by what I posted here on Sunday. If you want to know something, ask me. Don't assume, don't make stuff up, just ask. If you want to know if I have a boyfriend, don't snoop around my desk downstairs or in my room. Just ask me. If you want to know who the guy on the phone is, don't lift up the receiver upstairs and listen in on the conversation. Just ask me. If you want to know how much money I have left in my bank account, don't open up my bank account statements while I'm in Manila for three months. Just ask me. For crying out loud, if I ran out of money while I was halfway around the world, I would tell you. If you want to know if I'm employed, don't open up my rejection letters. Just ask me. When it happened on Saturday, I let it pass. But when it happened again two days later, iba na yung usapan.
It's one thing to do such a thing, it's another to lie to me about it when I confront you. To say that you thought it was your letter is super duper not true and you know it. Why the hell would you be receiving letters from all of these places?! And who the hell opens up a letter without checking first if the envelope was addressed to you?! Plus, the act was so blatant! I left one of the letters unopened by my computer the night before, and the next day, it was opened. Gee, I wonder if someone broke into the house last night just to check if I got a job! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Then you're going to ask me for a favor today?! What am I dumb?! I am not dumb! You should know this by now! ::pushing down on my horns:: If only I knew how to translate those words so quickly this morning, then I wouldn't have to post this entry right now. Hmph.
Isn't it usually the kids who snoop around the house? Isn't it usually the kids who lie to their parents? Then why, oh why, is it the other way around for me?! Ayoko na talaga! {=(
"Bubuksan ninyo yung mga sulat ko...tapos...tapos..." tapos natalo si MiNA sa point niya. LoL. Kainis ha! Needless to say, my horns appeared at approximately one minute and thirty seconds after I got out of bed this morning. I think that's a record. Walking around the neighborhood for an hour didn't help to erase the scowl on my face either.
I stand by what I posted here on Sunday. If you want to know something, ask me. Don't assume, don't make stuff up, just ask. If you want to know if I have a boyfriend, don't snoop around my desk downstairs or in my room. Just ask me. If you want to know who the guy on the phone is, don't lift up the receiver upstairs and listen in on the conversation. Just ask me. If you want to know how much money I have left in my bank account, don't open up my bank account statements while I'm in Manila for three months. Just ask me. For crying out loud, if I ran out of money while I was halfway around the world, I would tell you. If you want to know if I'm employed, don't open up my rejection letters. Just ask me. When it happened on Saturday, I let it pass. But when it happened again two days later, iba na yung usapan.
It's one thing to do such a thing, it's another to lie to me about it when I confront you. To say that you thought it was your letter is super duper not true and you know it. Why the hell would you be receiving letters from all of these places?! And who the hell opens up a letter without checking first if the envelope was addressed to you?! Plus, the act was so blatant! I left one of the letters unopened by my computer the night before, and the next day, it was opened. Gee, I wonder if someone broke into the house last night just to check if I got a job! Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Then you're going to ask me for a favor today?! What am I dumb?! I am not dumb! You should know this by now! ::pushing down on my horns:: If only I knew how to translate those words so quickly this morning, then I wouldn't have to post this entry right now. Hmph.
Isn't it usually the kids who snoop around the house? Isn't it usually the kids who lie to their parents? Then why, oh why, is it the other way around for me?! Ayoko na talaga! {=(
Monday, March 1, 2004
It Is I
I admire...those people who took it upon themselves to shoulder the responsibilities at home, for being breadwinners at an early age, for putting their family first all the time. I admire them because they accepted the responsibilities without complaints, without bitterness, without questioning their fate. I wish I could say the same about myself.
I envy...my cousins in the Philippines who don't have to worry about their future because they will be taken cared of no matter what, classmates and friends who got drunk during any day of the week. Although I never desired to have alcohol running through my veins, it would have been nice to at least have that choice during high school or college.
I wish...that when any of my cousins suggest that I move to Colorado, the Philippines, or any place in this world, I could just do it in an instant. When I want to do something for myself, I wish that it would just affect me; that if I ruin my future, the only person that is going to suffer is me.
I desire...selfishness when making decisions that matter most to one's life.
I envy...my cousins in the Philippines who don't have to worry about their future because they will be taken cared of no matter what, classmates and friends who got drunk during any day of the week. Although I never desired to have alcohol running through my veins, it would have been nice to at least have that choice during high school or college.
I wish...that when any of my cousins suggest that I move to Colorado, the Philippines, or any place in this world, I could just do it in an instant. When I want to do something for myself, I wish that it would just affect me; that if I ruin my future, the only person that is going to suffer is me.
I desire...selfishness when making decisions that matter most to one's life.
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