The Sights and Sounds

So far, I'm averaging one job perk a month. Tonight, I got to go on the Spirit of Washington Dinner Train for free. It was my first time on it and the first time I had ever been on a train. I definitely recommend it! The food was great! No need to worry about motion sickness either, because my cousin and I were fine after the three-hour trip. Oppressive moment of the night: this guy that I met from Florida referred to my cousin and I as "oriental girls." Geez!

Working at Job #1 has made me realize that I haven't seen/done many things around here. I haven't gone up to Mt. St. Helens. I haven't done the Underground Tour. I haven't gone to the San Juan Islands. I haven't checked out the Olympic National Park, which I heard was nice because of the old growth forests. I should do all of these before I even think about moving to another state. I just hope the Gasoline Gods would cooperate this summer: it cost me almost $20 to get a full-tank this weekend. Ack!

It's Not A Perfect World

Stupid thought of the day: Man, it would be so cool if King, Nina "Foolish Heart" Girado's brother, and I got together. We'd be King and Queen, like literally!

On a sad note, I got stood up by Kinko's Boy. Tsk. Tsk. He was there, but another clerk rung up my order. Hmph. What a tragedy. If anyone needs to get signs and banners made, please let me know. I would be happy to run the errand for you. If you want me to hang around Kinko's to give you a minute-by-minute status report, I would be happy to do so. Do not hesitate to let me know.

On a more sadder note, my brother, sister-in-law, and Ganda Girl are in Disneyland right now. I am super duper jealous. Why can't segments of my life just fit well with each other? Like when I was bumming around the house for months, why didn't they think of going to Disneyland then? The last stage show I saw in Disneyland was Pocahontas. That was like eons ago! I want to go to Disneyland. {=( Actually, Disney World, but I'm willing to compromise. Where's a Dao Ming Si when you need one? LoL.

Movement

The Relocation Gods hath spoken: America's Best Places to Live. In my opinion, the top 5 sounds quite inviting. I wonder if there are Filipinos in North Carolina? I can't seem to picture a Filipino with a thick Southern accent. HeHe.

Also, I saw two job postings yesterday that I'm a bit interested in. One is in San Francisco and the other is in Singapore. I know it doesn't hurt to apply, but I'm hesistant to spend time revising my resume and fine-tuning a cover letter. Vivid horrible thoughts come rushing back to me whenever I hear the word "resume," reminding me of those depressing 6-7 months of unemployment. ::cringe::

Got Mugged

I think I've outgrown my Sanrio collection. *Hikbi* I didn't think the day would ever come, but whenever I go to the mall these days, I don't get excited about going into the Sanrio store anymore. *SIGH. Bye, bye childhood.

Anyway, but I think a new collection has begun. I've been meaning to start this a long time ago, but the funds were never there. When I went to Manila, I bought a Starbucks coffee mug that said "Manila" on it. It's part of the international City Mugs Collection of Starbucks. Today, I bought the Seattle one from the Skyline series. If I drive to Vancouver next weekend, then that's another mug. Getting the Portland one shouldn't be a problem also. When I go to Colorado at the end of May, I can get the Denver one at that time. Yay! Hopefully, collecting these mugs will finally get me moving around the country...and soon after, the world.

I Give Up

According to the teenyboppers that came before me, Vaness Wu (think F4) was named after a street in California. I haven't come across any information regarding where specifically this street is in California (like I care anyway). If these girls were *NSYNC fans, I swear, the name of the city plus zip code would've been common knowledge by this time!

Anyway, I'm here to say that it is in San Francisco. How do I know? Because while doing my bi-weekly marketing mailings today, one of the labels was addressed to a certain house in Vanness Street, San Francisco, CA. That's two Ns, by the way. My first reaction? "This is not happening! You've got to be kidding me!" Last week, it was the Vacation Planner request from someone in Taiwan. Two days ago, it was the Alt + F4 incident. Then today, it was the Vanness Street in San Francisco label. What does the F4 gods have in store for me next?! You know what, I don't even want to know. Hmph. Starting tomorrow, I am going back to my loveless, waiting-for-the-real-Prince-Charming-that-speaks-English self. No more teenybopper ways. No more! My sanity is too precious to lose. *Cough. HeHe.

Today at Work

Me: K, do you know how to get rid of this pop-up ad on L's computer? It doesn't let me close it.

K: Yeah, just hit Alt + F4.

Out of all the keys on a keyboard, did it have to be F4?! Ayoko na talaga! Pati sa trabaho, ginugulo ako! I want my pre-Meteor Garden life back. *SIGH.

10 Things I Hate About You

1. I hate how you're prettier than me.
2. I hate how you've made me like Asian boys when I never did before.
3. I hate how you've caused me to spend most of my free time surfing the internet.
4. I hate how you've made me like you despite the fact that we have nothing in common.
5. I hate how you will never know that I exist.
6. I hate how you've made me accept your "Please have a treat over there" line in your commercial as correct.
7. I hate how you can make me leave my dance class 15 minutes early to get home in time for our daily dates.
8. I hate how you've turned me into a teenybopper again.
9. I hate how you've made me write this post for cathartic reasons.
10. I hate you for the things you do, but I lust you.

Really, I do.

The I in Idealist

Yesterday was my first monthsary at Job #1. Although going to work doesn't excite me as much as other things do, I don't think there is much to complain about. I only drive 6 miles to get to work everyday. None of the traffic reports that I hear on the radio concerns me at all. I don't have to pay for parking. We have a water cooler in the office so I can maintain my 8 glasses of water/day regimen. The bathroom is right next door. Target is a block away. I have my own workspace and computer. I get to use my creativity in creating vouchers, flyers, newsletter contents, and cover letters, which is what I love to do. Although I've had bosses who were much nicer towards me, my Job #1 boss certainly doesn't rival the one in The Devil Wears Prada. I am definitely thankful for what I have right now. However, I still question whether this is what I'm meant to do.

During my website's early years, I included the Kabalarian's name report on my page to explain who I am. After six years, I decided to check on my name again. This line caught me for the first time: Your idealistic and sensitive nature gives you a deep appreciation for the finer things of life and a strong desire to be of service to humanity. I've checked some acquaintances' reports, and some actually said how great they would be at doing business. I compare those to mine, and mine actually states something about doing good for humanity; nothing at all about what I went to school for.

Since graduation, I've read What Should I Do With My Life? and most recently, The Alchemist, allowing me to be more confused than ever about my life. Am I really supposed to be the next Mother Theresa as what my name report said? LoL.

I was talking to our Marketing Coordinator this past week and she asked me what I wanted to do "when I grow up." Here I was thinking that when you're finally in the real world and have a full-time job related to your college diploma, that you're all grown up and that this is it. Apparently not. I told her that I wanted to put up a non-profit organization when I get older. She laughed because she said that we're both into not making any money at all for a career. HeHe. She then asked me what kind of non-profit organization and I said, "Bringing education to third world countries. Basically, I think I'm trying to be Oprah." She said that it was so obvious that I just got out of college and that she was like me when she was my age. I asked her if her idealism faded over the years and she said yes. She got married, had kids, and eventually, her priorities changed.

So, does this mean that my idealism will also fade as the years pass by? Does this mean that I'm not supposed to know what I'm meant to do in this world until I'm much older? Does this mean that I should just follow what society dictates and not give in to the stuff that I have read lately? Am I the only one thinking this way? Is it even normal to be this confused about one's existence? HeHe.

Guilty as Charged

"I've never seen a bigger collection of liars than in my Friendster contact list. I mean, those guys aren't all 'Just Here to Help' now, are they?"

LoL!

Going Wild

I went to Rainforest Cafe last night to redeem my $25 gift card. Since the food took 25 minutes to get to our table, I made sure to take advantage of the perfect opportunity to get free dessert. My gosh, have you guys ever tried the Volcano dessert?! It was sooooo good! After a month of eating cereal for breakfast, salad for lunch, a granola bar for a snack, and whatever for dinner, having that dessert was the bestestestest thing ever! *SIGH.

Also, after careful observation, I have come to the conclusion that Rainforest Cafe is the best place to go to with a date. If your date ends up being boring, there's enough noise to keep you awake AND you can just look at the animals to entertain you for the rest of the night (How sad that animals would be more entertaining than an adult, but hey, it happens. HaHa!). Plus, to make you feel better about wasting your time on someone who didn't deserve it, there's the Volcano for you.

Granted, I'll never be able to put this theory to the test unless I get hit on the head and realize that dating does work for single people, but just let me know if it works out for any of you. {;P

Just Got Paid

I received my very first paycheck from the real world today. I'm all grown up now, I swear! HeHe.

Meteor Hype

The curious person that I am tuned in to the first episode of Meteor Garden, which started its run on TFC tonight. This is what people in the Philippines were raving about last year?! I gotta add Meteor Garden in my list of things I don't understand about my own people. HeHe.

I still think the members of F4 are all too pretty for me. Pretty is the last adjective I would use to describe the man of my dreams. LoL. Anyway, give me a week to figure out which one is which first. Aside from Jerry, I'm clueless about the other three guys. And what's up with the dubbing? It reminds me of old school kung-fu movies. Sana subtitles na lang.

Pump It Up

Today was the first day of my Body Sculpting fitness class. Strange as it may sound, it reminded me of driver's education.

The very first time I drove a car was during driver's ed. One by one, the three other students in my group took his/her turn behind the wheel. They all knew what they were doing and all they had to hear from the instructor was "Turn left" or "Turn right." It was obvious that someone that they knew took the time to teach them how to drive prior to taking driver's ed. Then, it was my turn. I didn't know how much pressure the gas pedal needed; I didn't know how much pressure the brake pedal needed. I just knew that there was a car, there was me, and somehow they were all supposed to work together. Please use your imagination to figure out how the ride went when I was the one behind the wheel.

So today, it was like driver's ed all over again. For the first time in my life, I got near gym equipment. Kuya Greg used to tell me to just go to the gym and look at the diagrams on the equipment to figure out how to use each one. I am so glad I never followed his advice because I wouldn't have figured it out on my own. I would've been the person everyone remembered at the gym for sure.

At each station today, I just stood there until the instructor came over and told me what to do. I was THAT clueless. I swear, who the hell invented these things?! Each person only got like one minute with each equipment since everyone rotated so I still don't know if I'm doing things 100% correctly. Hence, today proved that I really need a personal trainer/babysitter if I really want to get serious with weight training.

For now, I might just end up switching back to doing hip hop dance, or signing up for an uber boring yoga or pilates class. Although this Body Sculpting class is EXACTLY the class that I need, I'm not too thrilled about touching sweaty equipment that 17 other people have touched in the last hour. That's just too many germs per minute for my non-medical-insured-self. Let me just wait right here until God gives me a personal trainer for a boyfriend. And so I wait... LoL