Wishful Thinking

Did you all know that the Swedish meatballs in Ikea are really good? I had no idea until today. Anyway, being in that store kind of makes me a little bit sad. Well, not really sad, but just wishful, I guess. As I look at the different displays and decors, I can't help but wish that I have my own apartment. How nice it would be to decorate it the way I want to. *SIGH. Patience, my dear.

Flying Back

While starting on my Christmas toy shopping (no procrastination this year, baby!), I ran into high school friend/co-dance team member Jaymie, whom I haven't seen for four years, at my beloved Target. Although I've been saying to people that four years of college went by so fast, high school seemed like it ended decades ago. Jaymie had a lot of 411 about our classmates, while I had none to share. I never kept in touch with them. Heck, I didn't even keep in touch with my very own cousin, who graduated the same year as I did, until this year. Don't get me wrong, I loved my high school life. I also think that I had the most balanced life during that time: school, dance team, work, volunteering, and church (only during the holidays, HeHe). But once I got out, I never looked back. I guess because I had been with these people since elementary school; I was so ready to see what the outside world had to offer (Elevator Boy, Cutieboyflyguy, Dancing King, some good stuff, I tell ya!). Maybe it was also a case of growing up, and thus, apart. It took me until senior year to figure out that I had been hanging out with the wrong group of friends. However, my new senior year friends and I never managed to keep in touch once college began. We tried, but it didn't work. Then, while in college, I hung out with people from high school whom I never spent time with during high school. Confused? I am, too. So either, a) people changed and I didn't, b) I changed and they didn't, c) we all changed, or d) we didn't change, but found better people to spend time with. Who knows?

Anyway, I did expect to start running into high school alumni after college graduation: a simple case of eaglets flying back to their nests. However, that might not be the case after all. According to the 411 grapevine, a bunch of people are already married, and married with children (no, not the show). Geez. Hence, I only have six words (and a question mark) to say to Prince Charming: Why, are, you, taking, so, long, ?. ;P

I'm A Staaaaarrr

This entry by far will label me as jologs and I don't think I can handle the truth. LoL. The truth is: I watched the first round of Star In A Million on Saturday. *GASP. I didn't plan on watching it, but it was right after Berks so I couldn't help it (You watch Berks?! *LOUDER GASP). Forgive me for I have sinned! LoL. Anyway, for the first time ever, I seriously think that ABS-CBN should have just copied every single thing about American Idol. It's not a great idea to kick someone off at the end of the show; you send the viewers away all depressed (plus it's so awkward to sing the theme song of the show right after). Who would want to watch next week's show?! I'm also not seeing the validity of the judges' scoring. I think it would be better if each one of them judge a different criteria. The personal "profiles" are a tad bit cheesy, too. Why just not let the contestants talk about themselves freely, instead of having them read off of the idiot board? Pilit na pilit! I also hope someone had advised the four guys that they will have to do more if they want to win this contest. The girls are by far overshadowing them already, especially that Dessa look-a-like one. As my ebonics-plagued self would say, "She good!" Also, if anyone has the means to do so, please tell Christian Bautista that if he doesn't win this contest, I have a job opening for him. HaHa.

Bringing Home Nemo

I found Nemo in Wal-Mart today. I kept telling him to stay away from me. I kept telling him that I'm "Finding Prince Charming" and not him. I told him that I don't have $14.87 + tax. But the darn fish took my wallet out of my purse, paid the cashier, and went home with me anyway. That sneaky son of a clownfish!

Divine Intervention

Dear God,

Let's talk, shall we? I know I've been joking about my lovelife to You lately. However, as You and I know, it's career first, then lovelife. But then again, by now the quest for a lovelife has turned into a career, dont'cha think? Just kidding! So okay, here's the deal: I need a job. Okay, so that's nothing new, but I really need a job now. My insurance coverage will be terminated by the end of the year for good. My mom's job cruelly changed its insurance coverage plans so I'm out of the picture for being over the age limit. Hmph! You know...if You give me a husband...I can be under his insurance coverage and I'll be fine. I'm sorry, I'm just weighing out the options. {;P So anyway, I need a job to have my own insurance. I already figured out that You and I are on the same track because I miraculously found that Sales and Marketing Director position this weekend. The company had all the qualities that I have been looking for! But since I applied one day before the end of the application period, I'm a little worried that someone might have beaten me to getting that position. But as You have always told me, whenever the front door closes, I can always go through the garage or patio door. Hence, I found those other job postings yesterday that got me uber excited. Another set of applications will be in the mail tomorrow, provided that after calling one of the companies, they will tell me that the positions are still open. I'm just asking for a little guidance in producing these applications. Nothing grand, just some help in unblocking my umm...writer's block. You know how it is. And just for my information, if I become a nun, does the Church provide free insurance coverage? Again, just checking my options here. =P

Love,
Me