Occupational Hazard

The #1 occupational hazard when working with fellow Filipinos is...being asked if I have a boyfriend. It's an occupational hazard because I already know what's going to happen next. Today, I laughed out loud after discovering who Manang was trying to set me up with: an ex-seminary student! I'm really starting to think that God is reading my website. HeHe. At least, the quality of guys is getting better. Maybe, just maybe, Prince Charming is on his way. ;P

Halloween Aftermath

I took Ganda Girl trick-or-treating last night. This was her first time doing it. Grabe, she was soooo cute in her puppy costume! It was very appropriate too because she was able to stay warm under the furry costume despite the bone-chilling weather. As predicted, my sister-in-law and I had to take turns saying "Trick or Treat!." If any of you doubted that I really look like a 12-year-old kid, here's some more evidence: people gave me candy, too! They probably thought I was the older sister. We also ran into some firefighters doing their rounds around the neighborhood and was able to snatch up some glowsticks. I didn't check to see if any of them were cute; I was too giddy about the glowsticks. HeHe.

Anyway, we also tried the mall, but was disappointed to see all the "Sorry, out of candy" signs outside the stores. What's up with that?! You know it's Halloween, you know there's going to be a lot of kids, the least you all could've done was spare $100 to buy candy from Costco or something. I mean, the holidays are coming up anyway so you're bound to make up that $100 in no time. Hmph.

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Right now, Freestyle is in Vancouver, possibly performing right this very minute. *SIGH. Since I thought I was going to Manila this Christmas, I didn't buy a ticket to the concert. I thought it would be cheaper to watch them in Manila instead. How many times do I need to get it in my head that I shouldn't pass up the opportunity to buy love whenever the opportunity presents itself? HaHa. I really miss Totop, though. Naks, inamin! HeHe. I miss being giddy at the sight of him. I've never gotten that giddy with anyone before, not even during the peak of my *NSYNC days. LoL. This one time I told my cousin, "Sa sobrang kilig ko, I can't even look at his face anymore when he's singing!" Being the smart ass that he is, my cousin said, "Eh kung hindi sa mukha, saan mo tinitingnan siya?!" Kainis talaga! HeHe. God, I still vividly remember that very first time when I walked into Suburbia and saw him on stage. Even though they were singing, I couldn't hear anything. I was just staring at him and blocked out everything else. Then there were the conversations backstage...and the walk along that street...and "the look" when we went to Dish. (Pabayaan na ninyo ako mag-reminisce! HaHa). It was my last day of the internship/last night in Pasay/last night of freedom. One of the Embassy kids and I went to PowerPlant to celebrate the occasion. As always, the tables around us at Dish were already empty by the third set so kitang-kita kami from the stage. Top looked my way and started smiling. I didn't say anything to the Embassy Kid because who am I to toot my own horn? And maybe, I was hallucinating yet again, right? Well, Embassy Kid nudged me and said, "He just looked at you and smiled! Did you see that???" I looked behind me and no one was there. Eek, I'm getting giddy again just thinking about it. HeHe. It is no wonder that I get all hot when I hear "Bakit Ngayon Ka Lang." But as my ninang clearly pointed out, there's no future there and I agree. I just like getting my hormones all up and running. ;P

Enlightenment

If there's a book out there that I would like to hug and hold while I sleep and eventually marry, it would be the book that I am reading right now. In August, I reserved a copy in the library and didn't expect to get a hold of it until early next year. The last time I checked, I was like the 98th person in line. The next day, I found out that the book was in transit already, coming my way. I think it's safe to say that God was reading my website last week...and that there's internet "upstairs" so we all need to start being good so that we can have a couple of "unlimited access" privileges in the future, if you know what I mean. HeHe.

So this book is my new best friend right now. Like a true friend, it doesn't give me answers. It doesn't tell me what to do. It's simply there to let me know that I am not alone...that it's okay to be scared (scurred for those Nelly fans out there)...and that I'm not as crazy as I thought I was. I find enough comfort in that.

I'm only 1/4 done with the book and so far it has addressed topics like fears, destiny, religion, class, being privileged, basically every single question that has ran through my mind since the start of my "recent college graduate profession." However, by the end of the book, I am almost certain that it will not answer one question: "Why someone would like to find their destiny/calling/whathaveyou in a land where FPJ might be The King in a palace by the Pasig River, where the word "mall" is a verb (ex. Let's go malling tomorrow!), and where people memorize cellphone model numbers?"

On to more shallower topics: the flavor of the month for November is Letran's Ronjay Enrile. I saw this guy last year on the pages of Chalk's UAAP issue and thought he was already cute then, but didn't give him much attention since I was already busy daydreaming fantasizing about The Atenista and The LaSallista. Lately though, I've been catching the reruns of this year's NCAA games and have seen this guy in action. Wow. And let me not forget he's 5'11". HeHe. I just think he's cute, nothing more...unless God wants to do something about it. Who am I to interfere, right? ;P

No DST = SAD

It's the end of Daylight Saving Time today. Although we do get an hour of extra sleep, it's not one of my favorite events of the year because it's also the start of my Seasonal Affective Disorder days. I have to wait until April 4 to feel all cheeryfied and human again. (For those who think this is all in the mind, let's trade houses shall we? I'll have you put up with the gloomy gray skies for weeks on end and let's see if SAD doesn't bite you in the butt! See the crankiness? It's definitely starting! HeHe).

I just have one question for today: what makes Filipinos support FPJ? What makes them think that he can turn the country around? What can he do that Erap couldn't? What makes him any different than Erap? Okay, apparently I can't count. {=P I wonder if the Philippines will ever see another president who's intelligent, unselfish, and who truly cares about the country's future. Nakakalungkot isipin.

Capris

I went "capri pants crazy" today. I never had a pair of capri pants, nor low-waisted pants (I was never a fan of butt crack exposure). Now, I have 4 different low-waisted capri pants in 4 different colors. And just in time for winter. HaHa. If the trip to Manila pushed through, perfect sana. So are capris pants or shorts? By definition, shorts are shorter than pants. So if capris are shorter than pants, shouldn't they be called capri shorts? Ahh yes, the things that occupy my mind these days. ;P