It's not often that my younger cousins talk to me on YM/AIM eventhough I wish they would. More than the cultural and generation gaps, I have a feeling that they think I would tell on them which prevents them to open up to me. Well, at least that's how I felt when I was their age so I'm assuming that's still the case. But once in a blue moon, I do get an "Ate Min, are you busy?" question which always makes my day. So, let me present you an excerpt from today's cousin-to-cousin conversation...
phenominadotnet: ay nako, basta, huwag magmadali at humanap ng great guy
3yc: panget kc type ko
3yc: pro mabait naman xempre
3yc: ehehehhhhhe
phenominadotnet: panget? really...as in the fez, you prefer a panget?
phenominadotnet: iba ka din, no? hehehe
3yc: yah
3yc: ehehe
3yc: natawa tuloy ako
phenominadotnet: why not, at least walang aagaw! hehehe
3yc: yah
3yc: tska gs2 kong mas maganda ko kesa sa bf ko
3yc: ayokong mag mukhang katulong sa bf ko
3yc: never
That's definitely a different point of view, don't you think? To be better looking than your significant other...I swear, I'm still speechless. My cousin might have a point there.
Instead of self-pitying for not finding a good-looking boyfriend, why not just take pride in the fact that you're pretty and not care about what your boyfriend looks like? I swear, this so revolutionary that I might have to tell Dr. Phil or Oprah about it! HeHe. And this is why I wish my younger cousins would talk to me more: I definitely learn a thing or two from them...even if it's about a very shallow topic such as this. ;P
Monday, February 28, 2005
Sunday, February 27, 2005
Ditz Is as Ditz Does
Pen mentioned to me that my entries have been more serious in nature these days. Kids, I only have one thing to say: I'm growing up. Note that I did not say I'm getting old; I said I'm growing up. When you start receiving/writing emails with such topics as birth control pills and marital problems, you know you're not twelve anymore. LoL.
But just because I'm growing up, it doesn't mean that I don't have "my moments." I'm here to declare that we, as humans, are allowed one ditzy mishap per year. Someone had already lost his moped key the other day *cough. Someone yesterday had already mistakenly thought that she had locked herself out of her office *cough. Today, it was my turn to be a ditz.
I called a landlord asking if I could see the place today after work. So after 1 p.m., I drove down to Madrona. I circled the hill three times (yes, in Seattle, you can circle a hill!), but couldn't find the specific house number. So, I pulled over and called on my cell (oh, so it does come in handy afterall!). The landlord said it's the house across the street from the house that I initially saw. I said I would be there in like 2 seconds. So, I drove up that darn hill again, but I swear I couldn't see that darn house! Dammit!
If the place is still available by next weekend, I'll have my sister-in-law call. I fell in love with the location. I can walk around Lake Washington, have a spectacular view of the water, hang out at Starbucks with my laptop *ahem, take dance classes at Spectrum...but the commute is going to be a *bleep to work. That last one is a biggie and that's why I'm trying to convince myself to not get emotionally attached to the area. *SIGH.
It also turned out that Boss #2 is renting out her basement so I got to see it today. Hardwood floors, nice view of the water, washer/dryer, stove/refrigerator, utilities paid...and my nice boss will be my landlord. BUT, in reality, the place is small. The closet is too small even for someone like me who has a small wardrobe. Then, there's no counterspace in the kitchen, and the place is still far from work. *SIGH.
So out of depression, I went to Half-Price Books on Capitol Hill. I was hoping to find books on graphic design, but instead, I came away with:
1. Investing for Dummies
Pen said that I need to stop asking people for information and just read about it. Fine, Twin!
2. A Lesson Before Dying
One of those books that I actually enjoyed reading for class in college.
Anyway, five more working days at Job #1, people! Please drink sake, San Mig, or a Bud for me on Friday! I'll try to do the same with milk. HaHa!
But just because I'm growing up, it doesn't mean that I don't have "my moments." I'm here to declare that we, as humans, are allowed one ditzy mishap per year. Someone had already lost his moped key the other day *cough. Someone yesterday had already mistakenly thought that she had locked herself out of her office *cough. Today, it was my turn to be a ditz.
I called a landlord asking if I could see the place today after work. So after 1 p.m., I drove down to Madrona. I circled the hill three times (yes, in Seattle, you can circle a hill!), but couldn't find the specific house number. So, I pulled over and called on my cell (oh, so it does come in handy afterall!). The landlord said it's the house across the street from the house that I initially saw. I said I would be there in like 2 seconds. So, I drove up that darn hill again, but I swear I couldn't see that darn house! Dammit!
If the place is still available by next weekend, I'll have my sister-in-law call. I fell in love with the location. I can walk around Lake Washington, have a spectacular view of the water, hang out at Starbucks with my laptop *ahem, take dance classes at Spectrum...but the commute is going to be a *bleep to work. That last one is a biggie and that's why I'm trying to convince myself to not get emotionally attached to the area. *SIGH.
It also turned out that Boss #2 is renting out her basement so I got to see it today. Hardwood floors, nice view of the water, washer/dryer, stove/refrigerator, utilities paid...and my nice boss will be my landlord. BUT, in reality, the place is small. The closet is too small even for someone like me who has a small wardrobe. Then, there's no counterspace in the kitchen, and the place is still far from work. *SIGH.
So out of depression, I went to Half-Price Books on Capitol Hill. I was hoping to find books on graphic design, but instead, I came away with:
1. Investing for Dummies
Pen said that I need to stop asking people for information and just read about it. Fine, Twin!
2. A Lesson Before Dying
One of those books that I actually enjoyed reading for class in college.
Anyway, five more working days at Job #1, people! Please drink sake, San Mig, or a Bud for me on Friday! I'll try to do the same with milk. HaHa!
Saturday, February 26, 2005
The Hunt
This is going to take awhile.
No, not this entry, but my search for THE perfect apartment. I spent two hours today just driving around to see which lucky neighborhood would get to have me. LoL.
Well, seeing that I hate trying on clothes before buying them, it's no surprise that I hate apartment hunting, too. And since you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, it makes this process even harder.
The only things I really want are:
1. Washer/Dryer in the unit
2. Nice kitchen
That is all. But that means that I would have to look for newer buildings and in the area where Seattle Pacific University is (Gail, did you hear that?), there's barely anything new. God help me...especially since I almost got into two car accidents today from trying to drive AND look out my windows.
Is there a more efficient (and safer) way of doing this?
No, not this entry, but my search for THE perfect apartment. I spent two hours today just driving around to see which lucky neighborhood would get to have me. LoL.
Well, seeing that I hate trying on clothes before buying them, it's no surprise that I hate apartment hunting, too. And since you shouldn't judge a book by its cover, it makes this process even harder.
The only things I really want are:
1. Washer/Dryer in the unit
2. Nice kitchen
That is all. But that means that I would have to look for newer buildings and in the area where Seattle Pacific University is (Gail, did you hear that?), there's barely anything new. God help me...especially since I almost got into two car accidents today from trying to drive AND look out my windows.
Is there a more efficient (and safer) way of doing this?
Thursday, February 24, 2005
Men In Black
I was expanding my horizons today by learning about people's cultures (read: bloghopping) at work and found a former friend's brother's blog. It turns out that the boy is now working in Japan as an engineer. Just like the websites of JET participants that I've found, I enjoyed just reading about his expat experience and imagined what it would be like if I were in his shoes.
Could you imagine if I lived in Japan, though? I would be a Filipina; who looks Chinese; who has a Spanish full name; who speaks Tagalog; is an American; but lives in Japan. If that doesn't confuse the heck out of someone, then I don't know what will. ;P
And I think this is the perfect time to ask this question: In Asia, there are guys who have decent haircuts, right? There are guys who look like they came out of their mom's womb instead of an anime magazine, right? I'm hoping that the wispy haircuts and dyed hair are only reserved for those in showbiz like Bayong and Ken.
Pen was making fun of me for thinking Lee Dong-Gun looked good in Sweet 18. Why wouldn't I? His hair was short and his hair was black. Even Prosecutor Suh didn't look bad either. Why? His hair was short and his hair was black. Why did I fall in love with Bayong in Hotelier? His Frank Shin character had short, black hair. Why is it so hard to find non-metrosexual guys these days?! Why, oh why?
Could you imagine if I lived in Japan, though? I would be a Filipina; who looks Chinese; who has a Spanish full name; who speaks Tagalog; is an American; but lives in Japan. If that doesn't confuse the heck out of someone, then I don't know what will. ;P
And I think this is the perfect time to ask this question: In Asia, there are guys who have decent haircuts, right? There are guys who look like they came out of their mom's womb instead of an anime magazine, right? I'm hoping that the wispy haircuts and dyed hair are only reserved for those in showbiz like Bayong and Ken.
Pen was making fun of me for thinking Lee Dong-Gun looked good in Sweet 18. Why wouldn't I? His hair was short and his hair was black. Even Prosecutor Suh didn't look bad either. Why? His hair was short and his hair was black. Why did I fall in love with Bayong in Hotelier? His Frank Shin character had short, black hair. Why is it so hard to find non-metrosexual guys these days?! Why, oh why?
Wednesday, February 23, 2005
World Peace
I've been thinking about how to write about this topic all day (yes, all day!), but I can't think of a way to do it. So instead of blabbing away, let me just say this, I've been blessed with the kind of website visitors that have visited this website over the years.
There have been stalkers and KSPs for sure, but for the most part, I've enjoyed those who have made their presence known. I'm very grateful for those who have taken the time to give me tips, cheer me up when I'm down, help me with the oh-so-many things that I don't understand about the world, and just be here in general. I'm also thankful to have found two great people who I click with online and offline-a real blessing if you ask me (naks!).
I've noticed that my website visitors change year after year. None of you guys were there when this website first started and I was only a very innocent freshman (HeHe!) in college. People have truly come and gone over the years and that's what I want: when you can't relate anymore, when you're tired of my whining, when you've figured out that I'll never get married (HeHe!), just go away quietly. And I hope you do the same with the other blogs you visit.
There are thousands of blogs out there. Some you will like; some you won't like. With the ones you don't like, just leave them alone. I know that sometimes, you just have to say something to someone to defend yourself or your belief, but I don't think it's worth it. I seriously think that you'll never respect each other enough to hear what the other is trying to say and vise versa. You'll always be saying to yourself, "This person doesn't know me in real life."
My point? Umm, give love on Christmas Day? LoL. I don't know...disagreements are good...but it's all a matter of how you dish it, I guess. Man, I really might not have a point. Did I just lose a couple of website visitors because of this entry? ;P
There have been stalkers and KSPs for sure, but for the most part, I've enjoyed those who have made their presence known. I'm very grateful for those who have taken the time to give me tips, cheer me up when I'm down, help me with the oh-so-many things that I don't understand about the world, and just be here in general. I'm also thankful to have found two great people who I click with online and offline-a real blessing if you ask me (naks!).
I've noticed that my website visitors change year after year. None of you guys were there when this website first started and I was only a very innocent freshman (HeHe!) in college. People have truly come and gone over the years and that's what I want: when you can't relate anymore, when you're tired of my whining, when you've figured out that I'll never get married (HeHe!), just go away quietly. And I hope you do the same with the other blogs you visit.
There are thousands of blogs out there. Some you will like; some you won't like. With the ones you don't like, just leave them alone. I know that sometimes, you just have to say something to someone to defend yourself or your belief, but I don't think it's worth it. I seriously think that you'll never respect each other enough to hear what the other is trying to say and vise versa. You'll always be saying to yourself, "This person doesn't know me in real life."
My point? Umm, give love on Christmas Day? LoL. I don't know...disagreements are good...but it's all a matter of how you dish it, I guess. Man, I really might not have a point. Did I just lose a couple of website visitors because of this entry? ;P
Tuesday, February 22, 2005
The Other Job: Approved
I've been approved! I'm officially the Marketing Specialist for Asia (see my February 1 entry for more details)! I'd like to thank the wonderful people at the governor's office for finally getting around to my paperwork and signing them; After 21 days of waiting, I can finally sleep well tonight. HeHe.
But as usual, the fun never stops: my next task now is to find a wonderful apartment/condo/dwelling in Seattle. I don't care if I starve to death, or I come to work with wrinkled clothes, I'm moving out for sure.
Job. Check. Apartment. Check. Boyfr... Nevermind. ;P
But as usual, the fun never stops: my next task now is to find a wonderful apartment/condo/dwelling in Seattle. I don't care if I starve to death, or I come to work with wrinkled clothes, I'm moving out for sure.
Job. Check. Apartment. Check. Boyfr... Nevermind. ;P
Monday, February 21, 2005
How Much More
The newbie needs help. What the heck is the difference between the following versions:
*SIGH. Switching to Mac is probably the most expensive thing I've ever done...I just really hope it's worth it at the end. Otherwise, you'll see me in Downtown Seattle, begging for some change with a nice looking laptop beside me.
- Adobe Creative Suite Standard 1.1
- Adobe Creative Suite Premium 1.1
- Adobe Creative Suite Premium 1.1 Academic
*SIGH. Switching to Mac is probably the most expensive thing I've ever done...I just really hope it's worth it at the end. Otherwise, you'll see me in Downtown Seattle, begging for some change with a nice looking laptop beside me.
Sunday, February 20, 2005
With This Tax Bracket, I Thee Wed
I think I have finally found one very good reason to get married and procreate.
$854. That's two 40GB iPods. That's one Adobe Creative Suite package. That's a whole lot of dance classes. That's a round-trip ticket to Manila during the off-peak season plus money for Kamiseta. Unfortunately, that's also how much money I owe the IRS this year.
Is it my fault that I am a hardworking individual *ahem* and worked two jobs this past year? Is it my fault that I didn't get married this past year?! Is it my fault that I didn't give birth to a very cute kid this past year?! Is it my fault that I chose to live with my loving parents *ahem again* instead of moving out?! Is it my fault that I chose to work my butt off during college instead of owing student loans after I got out?! Then why, oh why, do I owe Tito Sam $854 this year? And if he's such a great uncle, why the heck is he asking me for money when he doesn't give me money during Christmas?
Then, I keep thinking, is this how it's going to be from now on? If I stay single forever, will this amount keep increasing over time? Why does everyone, including the government, care about my being single?! Grrr! LoL.
*SIGH. Talk about a major blow to my otherwise wonderful weekend. If I'm still mad tomorrow, I might have to get myself a gift (See, this is what happens when you don't have anyone to run to! LoL). If the IRS is getting a check that equals two iPods, don't I deserve at least one iPod? Or I could just marry Christian, right? Right? HeHe.
$854. That's two 40GB iPods. That's one Adobe Creative Suite package. That's a whole lot of dance classes. That's a round-trip ticket to Manila during the off-peak season plus money for Kamiseta. Unfortunately, that's also how much money I owe the IRS this year.
Is it my fault that I am a hardworking individual *ahem* and worked two jobs this past year? Is it my fault that I didn't get married this past year?! Is it my fault that I didn't give birth to a very cute kid this past year?! Is it my fault that I chose to live with my loving parents *ahem again* instead of moving out?! Is it my fault that I chose to work my butt off during college instead of owing student loans after I got out?! Then why, oh why, do I owe Tito Sam $854 this year? And if he's such a great uncle, why the heck is he asking me for money when he doesn't give me money during Christmas?
Then, I keep thinking, is this how it's going to be from now on? If I stay single forever, will this amount keep increasing over time? Why does everyone, including the government, care about my being single?! Grrr! LoL.
*SIGH. Talk about a major blow to my otherwise wonderful weekend. If I'm still mad tomorrow, I might have to get myself a gift (See, this is what happens when you don't have anyone to run to! LoL). If the IRS is getting a check that equals two iPods, don't I deserve at least one iPod? Or I could just marry Christian, right? Right? HeHe.
Thursday, February 17, 2005
Strong Enough
Oh South Beach Diet, kaya ba kita?
I was at Costco on Monday. Once again, I ventured into the health and fitness books section, picked up The South Beach Diet book, held it for some five minutes, and left it where I found it before I went to get the things that I came to Costco for.
This is the second time I've done this and obviously, I can't get it off my mind.
I can handle not eating rice and bread at all. The biggest hurdle I think is that I would have to cook for myself. Cooking for one I think is the biggest reminder that you're single. It sucks. And you gotta admit, most items in a grocery store aren't packaged for single servings. You can't just buy one piece of meat; you'd have to buy the smallest pack which would last an entire week for one person (read: you'd have to eat the same thing for an entire week!). Hmph!
I know, I know, more exercise, less calorie intake, you won't have to diet, yeah, yeah, yeah, save it for someone who sits at home all day without nothing to do. ;P Ten pounds (okay 15, 20 if I want to be flat-chested), how bad do I want to lose you? And what would motivate me when vanity is not in my blood?
I was at Costco on Monday. Once again, I ventured into the health and fitness books section, picked up The South Beach Diet book, held it for some five minutes, and left it where I found it before I went to get the things that I came to Costco for.
This is the second time I've done this and obviously, I can't get it off my mind.
I can handle not eating rice and bread at all. The biggest hurdle I think is that I would have to cook for myself. Cooking for one I think is the biggest reminder that you're single. It sucks. And you gotta admit, most items in a grocery store aren't packaged for single servings. You can't just buy one piece of meat; you'd have to buy the smallest pack which would last an entire week for one person (read: you'd have to eat the same thing for an entire week!). Hmph!
I know, I know, more exercise, less calorie intake, you won't have to diet, yeah, yeah, yeah, save it for someone who sits at home all day without nothing to do. ;P Ten pounds (okay 15, 20 if I want to be flat-chested), how bad do I want to lose you? And what would motivate me when vanity is not in my blood?
Wednesday, February 16, 2005
To Da Beat, Y'all
Well look what we have here. So, I'm assuming that hiphop dance is becoming more popular in Manila to warrant Nike Philippines to use it in their marketing?
Based on what I've seen on TV, I think hiphop in the Philippines is still not hiphop. I describe it is as "too much jumping" (and if I see the "Follow the Leader" dance number one more time, I think I'm going to throw up. I seriously can do the steps for the chorus now, thanks to repeated performances by the SCQ contestants!). The Manoeuvres and Hotlegs have it. I don't think the Streetboys have it, but Jhong Hilario and Spencer Reyes do. John Pratts and Maja Salvador are only as good as their respective choreographers. If only I could bring Dancing King to Manila, he would probably be the most popular guy in town (not to mention blow the competition away on Stardance, which sucks in my opinion...can't we just bring back Keep on Dancing?).
In 2002, it was only Powerdance who was offering hiphop classes and it was so expensive that I didn't even think twice about passing it up. Hopefully, hiphop won't be a conyo hobby because I'd like to see the style blow up and be more mainstream for the masses. It sure would do the collegiate cheerdance competitions some good.
So please, put away those Von Dutch trucker hats for now (actually, burn them!) and work on the choreography and attitude instead. Werk it.
And speaking of hiphop, when I said I wanted to do something that I love after 5 p.m., I meant for that to be dancing. Can someone explain to me why I have two freelance graphic design projects to work on? Is God telling me something again? ;P
Based on what I've seen on TV, I think hiphop in the Philippines is still not hiphop. I describe it is as "too much jumping" (and if I see the "Follow the Leader" dance number one more time, I think I'm going to throw up. I seriously can do the steps for the chorus now, thanks to repeated performances by the SCQ contestants!). The Manoeuvres and Hotlegs have it. I don't think the Streetboys have it, but Jhong Hilario and Spencer Reyes do. John Pratts and Maja Salvador are only as good as their respective choreographers. If only I could bring Dancing King to Manila, he would probably be the most popular guy in town (not to mention blow the competition away on Stardance, which sucks in my opinion...can't we just bring back Keep on Dancing?).
In 2002, it was only Powerdance who was offering hiphop classes and it was so expensive that I didn't even think twice about passing it up. Hopefully, hiphop won't be a conyo hobby because I'd like to see the style blow up and be more mainstream for the masses. It sure would do the collegiate cheerdance competitions some good.
So please, put away those Von Dutch trucker hats for now (actually, burn them!) and work on the choreography and attitude instead. Werk it.
And speaking of hiphop, when I said I wanted to do something that I love after 5 p.m., I meant for that to be dancing. Can someone explain to me why I have two freelance graphic design projects to work on? Is God telling me something again? ;P
Tuesday, February 15, 2005
For No One
Another year has passed. Once again, I'm a stronger woman because of it. ;P
Did any of you watch The Buzz on Sunday? People in Manila, I know for a fact that most of you have enough connections to be able to get Papa Christian to sing to me on my birthday this year just like what he did for Kris. I also want him to tell me what his birthday wish is for me and in turn, ask me what my birthday wish is, to which I shall reply, "To marry you!" Make it happen, people! You have 6 months! LoL.
And to alleviate myself from all the anger I felt when I read my future brother-in-law's Feb. 14 entry, here I go...
Where in those 8 stages of being single does "acceptance" fall under? To tell you the truth, I think I've gone through those 8 stages many times already and now I'm in the acceptance stage. There comes a point in one's life when you have to hold your hands up and say, "I surrender." Of course, I was crying when I did that, but hey, let's not go into the nitty gritty details! LoL.
There's really no one. People don't believe me, but really, there's no one. Trust me. For someone who works 7 days a week, that's not surprising, but even if I tried to mix business with pleasure, there's really no one to meet through work. Through family, I don't have the same taste as my cousins here so that's out of the picture. Through friends, all of them have moved away so anyone they would know would be from out-of-state as well. Sure, a date or two in Manila will happen, but reality-wise, those boys won't be able to move to Seattle to be with me...especially not with the tighter immigration laws since 9/11. LoL.
Crush-wise, out of all showbiz personalities in this whole world (Bayong and Ken Zhu included!), Christian is really the only one I would consider dating in real life (How many times do I have to declare this on my website! LoL). And it's not really him per se, but just the qualities about him. If I could just find "The Basics" in a man here in Seattle, I would be all set.
My point is simply (for the record!) that I don't feel any bitterness, anger, cynicism, or desperation. If there was any possibility that there was a guy in Seattle who have all the qualities that I'm looking for, then maybe, I would feel those emotions.
You can't really do much if you don't have anything to work with. You can't build a castle if there is no sand. You can't find something that doesn't exist. Hence, you just have to accept the situation as it is and try to make do with what you do have...in this case, me, myself, and I. But it doesn't mean that I can'tsing lipsync my heart out when this song comes on:
Love Song for No One
by John Mayer
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
-end of sawi entry
Did any of you watch The Buzz on Sunday? People in Manila, I know for a fact that most of you have enough connections to be able to get Papa Christian to sing to me on my birthday this year just like what he did for Kris. I also want him to tell me what his birthday wish is for me and in turn, ask me what my birthday wish is, to which I shall reply, "To marry you!" Make it happen, people! You have 6 months! LoL.
And to alleviate myself from all the anger I felt when I read my future brother-in-law's Feb. 14 entry, here I go...
Where in those 8 stages of being single does "acceptance" fall under? To tell you the truth, I think I've gone through those 8 stages many times already and now I'm in the acceptance stage. There comes a point in one's life when you have to hold your hands up and say, "I surrender." Of course, I was crying when I did that, but hey, let's not go into the nitty gritty details! LoL.
There's really no one. People don't believe me, but really, there's no one. Trust me. For someone who works 7 days a week, that's not surprising, but even if I tried to mix business with pleasure, there's really no one to meet through work. Through family, I don't have the same taste as my cousins here so that's out of the picture. Through friends, all of them have moved away so anyone they would know would be from out-of-state as well. Sure, a date or two in Manila will happen, but reality-wise, those boys won't be able to move to Seattle to be with me...especially not with the tighter immigration laws since 9/11. LoL.
Crush-wise, out of all showbiz personalities in this whole world (Bayong and Ken Zhu included!), Christian is really the only one I would consider dating in real life (How many times do I have to declare this on my website! LoL). And it's not really him per se, but just the qualities about him. If I could just find "The Basics" in a man here in Seattle, I would be all set.
My point is simply (for the record!) that I don't feel any bitterness, anger, cynicism, or desperation. If there was any possibility that there was a guy in Seattle who have all the qualities that I'm looking for, then maybe, I would feel those emotions.
You can't really do much if you don't have anything to work with. You can't build a castle if there is no sand. You can't find something that doesn't exist. Hence, you just have to accept the situation as it is and try to make do with what you do have...in this case, me, myself, and I. But it doesn't mean that I can't
Love Song for No One
by John Mayer
Staying home alone on a Friday
Flat on the floor looking back
On old love
Or lack thereof
After all the crushes are faded
And all my wishful thinking was wrong
I'm jaded
I hate it
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
Searching all my days just to find you
I'm not sure who I'm looking for
I'll know it
When I see you
Until then, I'll hide in my bedroom
Staying up all night just to write
A love song for no one
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
I could have met you in a sandbox
I could have passed you on the sidewalk
Could I have missed my chance
And watched you walk away?
I'm tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
So tired of being alone
So hurry up and get here
You'll be so good
You'll be so good for me
-end of sawi entry
Monday, February 14, 2005
Thursday, February 10, 2005
Calling It Quits
You know, sometimes doing the right thing doesn't always feel good. Here's the problem: When I hate dislike someone, I want that person out of my life. I don't want to see him, I don't want to hear him, I don't want to receive lame excuses from him, I don't want to have anything to do with him (Why did I suddenly write "him"?! LoL. Sorry, just an old habit!). It's my whole "Don't waste eachother's time" philosophy.
So you could just imagine how much pain I'm going through right now: I still have three more weeks until my resignation date of March 4. Just trying to get past this first week was hard enough so I don't know how I will survive the next three. I thought, "Hey, we're updating our visitor's guide, let me stick around to help out since we already lost one person in the office." Well, I should've known that a little bit of selfishness goes a long, long way. People, save me!
Anyway, since we're on this topic already and I need to create a love-related post, here we go. Contrary to popular belief, I don't get bitter at this time of the year. Really, I don't. Most of the time, I just get pissy. Why? Because during this time of the year, I get a letter, an e-mail, an instant message, a guestbook entry, just something from someone from my past. On Saturday, I received such a thing. People, I truly believe that there are A LOT of people in this world. In the Philippines alone, there's an overpopulation problem, okay? I'm sure you can find a new friend somewhere, somehow. We don't need to rekindle anything. Please don't contact me because it's a waste of time. Like I said many times before, I may be single, but I'm not desperate. Most importantly, I'm not dumb enough to go back to someone who didn't know how to value a good thing when he had it.
And because I finally ignored what was going on her music video and was able to read the lyrics on MYX to appreciate the song, let me dedicate it to those who may have been affected by today's entry:
Don't Want To Be Your Friend
by Nina
I don't wanna see your face
I don't wanna hear your name
I don't want anything
Just stay away baby
Don't wanna know if you're alright
Or what you're doin' with your life
Don't wanna hear that you'll stay in touch maybe
I'll get just fine
So if you're goin' then darlin' goodbye, goodbye
Don't call me in the middle of the night no more
Don't expect me to be there
Don't think that it will be the way it was before
And I don't think I care
I'm not over you yet
And I don't want to be your friend
I'll forget we ever met
I'll forget I ever let
Ever let you into this heart of mine baby
You just gotta let me be
You gotta keep away from me
'cause all I want to be is just free of you baby
Don't you come around
And say you still care about me
Go now, go now
Don't call me in the middle of the night...
You take it casually, and that's what's killing me
I'll get by just fine
So if you're goin' then darlin' goodbye, goodbye
Don't call me in the middle of the night no more
Don't expect me to be there
Don't think that it will be the way it was before
No, no baby
Don't call me in the middle of the night no more
I don't want to be your friend
Don't think that it will be the way it was before
I don't want to be your friend...
-end of song
So you could just imagine how much pain I'm going through right now: I still have three more weeks until my resignation date of March 4. Just trying to get past this first week was hard enough so I don't know how I will survive the next three. I thought, "Hey, we're updating our visitor's guide, let me stick around to help out since we already lost one person in the office." Well, I should've known that a little bit of selfishness goes a long, long way. People, save me!
Anyway, since we're on this topic already and I need to create a love-related post, here we go. Contrary to popular belief, I don't get bitter at this time of the year. Really, I don't. Most of the time, I just get pissy. Why? Because during this time of the year, I get a letter, an e-mail, an instant message, a guestbook entry, just something from someone from my past. On Saturday, I received such a thing. People, I truly believe that there are A LOT of people in this world. In the Philippines alone, there's an overpopulation problem, okay? I'm sure you can find a new friend somewhere, somehow. We don't need to rekindle anything. Please don't contact me because it's a waste of time. Like I said many times before, I may be single, but I'm not desperate. Most importantly, I'm not dumb enough to go back to someone who didn't know how to value a good thing when he had it.
And because I finally ignored what was going on her music video and was able to read the lyrics on MYX to appreciate the song, let me dedicate it to those who may have been affected by today's entry:
Don't Want To Be Your Friend
by Nina
I don't wanna see your face
I don't wanna hear your name
I don't want anything
Just stay away baby
Don't wanna know if you're alright
Or what you're doin' with your life
Don't wanna hear that you'll stay in touch maybe
I'll get just fine
So if you're goin' then darlin' goodbye, goodbye
Don't call me in the middle of the night no more
Don't expect me to be there
Don't think that it will be the way it was before
And I don't think I care
I'm not over you yet
And I don't want to be your friend
I'll forget we ever met
I'll forget I ever let
Ever let you into this heart of mine baby
You just gotta let me be
You gotta keep away from me
'cause all I want to be is just free of you baby
Don't you come around
And say you still care about me
Go now, go now
Don't call me in the middle of the night...
You take it casually, and that's what's killing me
I'll get by just fine
So if you're goin' then darlin' goodbye, goodbye
Don't call me in the middle of the night no more
Don't expect me to be there
Don't think that it will be the way it was before
No, no baby
Don't call me in the middle of the night no more
I don't want to be your friend
Don't think that it will be the way it was before
I don't want to be your friend...
-end of song
Wednesday, February 9, 2005
Year of the Rooster
Attention commitment-phobes! Look what I found: a very believable excuse to use this year. Just like any harmful weapon, please handle with care.
Monday, February 7, 2005
Tell Me His Name I Want To Know
Ahh, my favorite time of the year has arrived. It's a time when people start analyzing their relationships: It's a time when guys talk about their wife, girlfriend, or friends in such a way that I start having faith that good guys do exist. It's the time of the year when my name is plastered on people's websites: The first to do it this year is Tet (Congrats, my dear! HeHe!). It's the time of the year when I become "everyone's friend" because everyone just wants to make sure that I don't jump off a cliff when February 14 arrives. I solemnly swear! HeHe.
What I can't comprehend is why none of you know of a single, good-looking, tall, smart man. I don't get it. I really don't. This topic has been unanswered for a number of years now and to tell you the truth, I'm getting tired of the self-pitying. ;P
I looked at Zara's Friendster's list a few months back and the one guy that I thought had potential turned out to be a "He's not pogi in real life." The one guy that Kuya Heinz keeps telling me about is Torpe with a capital T (Kuya H, may pinagmanahan ba yan? LoL!). Please do me a huge favor and look at your family tree this weekend: is there really no hope? Don't be the bearer of bad news and look hard...then, e-mail me his resume, bio, NBI/FBI clearance, medical records, photo I.D., and other pertinent information (HeHe!) to phenominadotnet-at-yahoo.com. Yeah, you know I mean business when I actually write my e-mail address on here. Bring it on! ::insert sound of crickets here::
What I can't comprehend is why none of you know of a single, good-looking, tall, smart man. I don't get it. I really don't. This topic has been unanswered for a number of years now and to tell you the truth, I'm getting tired of the self-pitying. ;P
I looked at Zara's Friendster's list a few months back and the one guy that I thought had potential turned out to be a "He's not pogi in real life." The one guy that Kuya Heinz keeps telling me about is Torpe with a capital T (Kuya H, may pinagmanahan ba yan? LoL!). Please do me a huge favor and look at your family tree this weekend: is there really no hope? Don't be the bearer of bad news and look hard...then, e-mail me his resume, bio, NBI/FBI clearance, medical records, photo I.D., and other pertinent information (HeHe!) to phenominadotnet-at-yahoo.com. Yeah, you know I mean business when I actually write my e-mail address on here. Bring it on! ::insert sound of crickets here::
Tuesday, February 1, 2005
The Other Job
Me: I got the job.
You: JET?
Me: No, not JET.
You: Weren't you talking about JET yesterday and the day before?
Me: Yeah, but there was another job.
You: EPIK?
Me: No, not EPIK.
You: What the heck is this job then?!
If you lived in Seattle, that's what our conversation would've been like today. Yes, it's a good thing you guys don't live in Seattle near me; I tend to confuse others with my confusion about my life. Call it my charm. ;P
Anyway, I got the job. I meant to spill the beans here on Friday, but I didn't want to jinx it. There's still potential to jinx this whole situation since "I'm hired, but not yet," but let me live on the edge just for one moment. HeHe.
I applied for a Marketing Specialist-Asia position. This was one of the two job interviews I had last week. Coming out of the 1-hour-and-10-minute interview, I was salivating over the position. I wanted it and I knew I had a good chance in getting it. Today, I was notified that "I'm hired, but not yet." Since this is another government job, I have to deal with bureaucracy. There will be a two-week wait for my clearance. So we shall all sit and wait. In the meantime, let me explain the job:
The downside: I'll still be living in Seattle. It will be more stressful as I will have more responsibilities including dealing with the media (domestically and internationally). Okay, fine, the only real downside is that I will still be living in Seattle.
So kids, what's the verdict? To JET or not to JET (and take this position instead)?
You: JET?
Me: No, not JET.
You: Weren't you talking about JET yesterday and the day before?
Me: Yeah, but there was another job.
You: EPIK?
Me: No, not EPIK.
You: What the heck is this job then?!
If you lived in Seattle, that's what our conversation would've been like today. Yes, it's a good thing you guys don't live in Seattle near me; I tend to confuse others with my confusion about my life. Call it my charm. ;P
Anyway, I got the job. I meant to spill the beans here on Friday, but I didn't want to jinx it. There's still potential to jinx this whole situation since "I'm hired, but not yet," but let me live on the edge just for one moment. HeHe.
I applied for a Marketing Specialist-Asia position. This was one of the two job interviews I had last week. Coming out of the 1-hour-and-10-minute interview, I was salivating over the position. I wanted it and I knew I had a good chance in getting it. Today, I was notified that "I'm hired, but not yet." Since this is another government job, I have to deal with bureaucracy. There will be a two-week wait for my clearance. So we shall all sit and wait. In the meantime, let me explain the job:
- Travel to Asia: Japan
- Travel to Asia: China
- Travel to Asia: Hong Kong
The downside: I'll still be living in Seattle. It will be more stressful as I will have more responsibilities including dealing with the media (domestically and internationally). Okay, fine, the only real downside is that I will still be living in Seattle.
So kids, what's the verdict? To JET or not to JET (and take this position instead)?
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