She lives in FL. I live in WA.
She has sisters. I have brothers.
She is morena. I am Casper. (At least friendly!)
She prefers Hero. I prefer Joseph. (Bantay Bata, please!)
She drives a black car. I drive a white car.
She loves Vic. I love Ken. (Papa!)
She went public. I went private.
She is Korina. I am Kris. (Laos na tandem natin!)
She is pusong bato. I am pusong mamon.
Twin, Happy Twenty-Something Birthday! May you still have a rooftop over your head after Charley's recent visit. Grabe kang mag-birthday, bagyo ang handa! Anyway, the first time I saw your Kermit-themed layout back in the day, I knew you were special. Not because you were green, but because you had written about TFC (I was impressed with your public declaration of your jologs status! HaHa!). Since then, you've heard it all: Pinas 2002, college, past and present kalaguyos (from Apolo to Haciendero to Ken), my bodily functions (HaHa!), college grad depression, battle of the bulge, and of course, our favorite topic of them all, family drama. I just want to take the time to say thanks for listening (kahit ba palagi kang Dory about the details) and most especially, for being on the same wavelength as me. It's not an easy feat afterall. HaHa! So Sis, don't ever change, good luck sa career, God bless, and I will be here for you like Gary V.
Note: Happy Birthday also to my other twin, Mayie, na hindi na ako pinapansin dahil may lovelife na. Happy Birthday also to Papa JP (See you in 20 years! LoL. Hi Ate Mel!), Ben Affleck, and Cogie Domingo. LoL.
Sunday, August 15, 2004
Wednesday, August 11, 2004
Left Behind
I'm glad that there's still at least one person out there who knows where I came from, what happened to me since then, and has made the effort throughout the years "to be there." Zara, thanks! Thanks for always remembering. Ikaw lang parati ang nagpapaiyak sa akin during this time of the year. However, this year is different, thanks to this hirit:
Hindi ko na alam kung ano pang iba iwiwish ko for you except na magkakulay na rin ang iyong lovelife. Yearly ko yata iwiniwish sa'yo yon...pero di bale, I'm sure when he finally arrives, he's definitely gonna be worth the wait.
You know it's been a long time when your friends who supposedly have your back have started "talking like the relatives." LoL. My thoughts regarding this matter: I'm not traumatized anymore. I'm still scared, but not traumatized. I'm open to the idea, but I'm definitely taking little, teenie, tiny babysteps to get to where I need to be. Think the tortoise instead of the hare, k? HeHe.
I do feel na napagiiwanan na ako ng mga kilala ko. They're having kids, getting married...definitely in the "settling down" department. Me, on the other hand, well, I'm here, folks. LoL. I'm not going to lie and say I don't need/want anyone. I do, but there are restrictions to that. HeHe.
Hindi ko na alam kung ano pang iba iwiwish ko for you except na magkakulay na rin ang iyong lovelife. Yearly ko yata iwiniwish sa'yo yon...pero di bale, I'm sure when he finally arrives, he's definitely gonna be worth the wait.
You know it's been a long time when your friends who supposedly have your back have started "talking like the relatives." LoL. My thoughts regarding this matter: I'm not traumatized anymore. I'm still scared, but not traumatized. I'm open to the idea, but I'm definitely taking little, teenie, tiny babysteps to get to where I need to be. Think the tortoise instead of the hare, k? HeHe.
I do feel na napagiiwanan na ako ng mga kilala ko. They're having kids, getting married...definitely in the "settling down" department. Me, on the other hand, well, I'm here, folks. LoL. I'm not going to lie and say I don't need/want anyone. I do, but there are restrictions to that. HeHe.
Monday, August 9, 2004
What a Concept
My brother and sister-in-law celebrated their wedding anniversary yesterday with a barbecue. Six years. Six long years. My gawd, I can't even imagine. Exactly how do these married people do it...how do they put up with eachother's crap day in and day out? LoL.
My favorite moment yesterday:
Me: "Ganda Girl, why are you so happy?"
Ganda Girl: "Because you're here, Ninang!"
Hold on, let me get a tissue again. HeHe.
My favorite moment yesterday:
Me: "Ganda Girl, why are you so happy?"
Ganda Girl: "Because you're here, Ninang!"
Hold on, let me get a tissue again. HeHe.
Saturday, August 7, 2004
It's Nice to Be Happy...Sha La La La
I guess it's true: when one segment of your life is going well, another segment decides to turn crappy. It was such a miserable week.
Because of union laws, I needed to go through the whole application process to make my position permanent. "It is just formality." Fine. You gotta do what you gotta do afterall. Last week, I had my interview. It went well and the administrative skills test afterwards was not even a problem (Who knew my typing speed is 70 wpm?! LoL). I thought I had everything under control. By the end of the day, my boss told me that there was going to be a second interview because there were three top candidates. Excuse me?! What?! Fine, let me do the second interview.
The second interview was this past Thursday. Instead of three candidates, it was just myself and this other man. Fine. I went first. No problems at all. It was a comfortable setting with four women whom I've been working with or spoken with before. I left to go back to the office afterwards while the other man was interviewed. An hour later, Co-worker L called and asked me to give the phone to Snoopy. After taking the call, she said she needed to meet them at Starbucks. Clearly, I was the topic of the conversation. I knew something was definitely up and I have a feeling what it was about. Blame it on PMS, but I wanted to cry my eyes out when I was all alone in the office.
They came back in the office half an hour later and my boss asked me to come into her office. I got the job, but with caveats:
"It was a tough decision." Tough decision?! Why would it be a tough decision when I've already spent 4.5 months with you guys and you've seen my work ethic?!
"The other candidate was just more excited. He was willing to see a project from beginning to end." What?! So, I'm more Kwame than Bill (Think The Apprentice here). Sue me for being prim and proper all the time. After 4.5 months, you're going to tell me that I'm not willing to see a project from beginning to end?! I'm the one who does all the dirty work in the office! I stuff envelopes until my hands have become the grossest things in the world (Even I wouldn't hold hands with myself nowadays). I'm the one who overhauled the contacts list database that no one wanted to do! I've created all the in-house marketing collateral! Update this, call this, upload this, proofread this, edit this...I've done everything you've all asked me to do! And yet, you don't call these finishing a project from beginning to end?!
My thoughts:
*SIGH. Thanks to Kuya Greg and Pen for the counseling. On a light-hearted note, so if work has turned really crappy, which segment of my life should I expect to turn out really well soon? >=P
Because of union laws, I needed to go through the whole application process to make my position permanent. "It is just formality." Fine. You gotta do what you gotta do afterall. Last week, I had my interview. It went well and the administrative skills test afterwards was not even a problem (Who knew my typing speed is 70 wpm?! LoL). I thought I had everything under control. By the end of the day, my boss told me that there was going to be a second interview because there were three top candidates. Excuse me?! What?! Fine, let me do the second interview.
The second interview was this past Thursday. Instead of three candidates, it was just myself and this other man. Fine. I went first. No problems at all. It was a comfortable setting with four women whom I've been working with or spoken with before. I left to go back to the office afterwards while the other man was interviewed. An hour later, Co-worker L called and asked me to give the phone to Snoopy. After taking the call, she said she needed to meet them at Starbucks. Clearly, I was the topic of the conversation. I knew something was definitely up and I have a feeling what it was about. Blame it on PMS, but I wanted to cry my eyes out when I was all alone in the office.
They came back in the office half an hour later and my boss asked me to come into her office. I got the job, but with caveats:
"It was a tough decision." Tough decision?! Why would it be a tough decision when I've already spent 4.5 months with you guys and you've seen my work ethic?!
"The other candidate was just more excited. He was willing to see a project from beginning to end." What?! So, I'm more Kwame than Bill (Think The Apprentice here). Sue me for being prim and proper all the time. After 4.5 months, you're going to tell me that I'm not willing to see a project from beginning to end?! I'm the one who does all the dirty work in the office! I stuff envelopes until my hands have become the grossest things in the world (Even I wouldn't hold hands with myself nowadays). I'm the one who overhauled the contacts list database that no one wanted to do! I've created all the in-house marketing collateral! Update this, call this, upload this, proofread this, edit this...I've done everything you've all asked me to do! And yet, you don't call these finishing a project from beginning to end?!
My thoughts:
- I've proven my worth in the last 4.5 months. I can't believe that you were willing to take a chance on a guy based on his words rather than my actions.
- I hate disloyalty. If you ended up picking the other candidate, I would've been unemployed...again. If I was a slacker, if I didn't perform well, fine, let me go. But the fact is, I was busting my ass eventhough I was getting paid way less than I deserved.
- I've been underestimated. I hate it.
*SIGH. Thanks to Kuya Greg and Pen for the counseling. On a light-hearted note, so if work has turned really crappy, which segment of my life should I expect to turn out really well soon? >=P
Sunday, August 1, 2004
Friends...How Many of Us Really Have Them
Why is it that when two people go out on a date and things don't work out, they don't become friends? Yet, there are guys out there that tell me (and I quote!), "Have you ever considered that not all guys have hidden motives...?" Where the hell are all these guys that don't mind hearing "Let's just be friends"? Show me!
Snoopy quit Match.com on Friday. She went out on at least 5 dates in the last month or so, all of which didn't produce Prince Charming. However, I thought it would've been nice if she at least came up with 5 new guy friends after all that trouble. But of course, that wasn't the case. *SIGH. Do people really have a lot of friends already that they don't bother making new ones when they're in their 20s (and instead, all efforts are diverted to finding Ms. Right)? Blas...phe...my!
Snoopy quit Match.com on Friday. She went out on at least 5 dates in the last month or so, all of which didn't produce Prince Charming. However, I thought it would've been nice if she at least came up with 5 new guy friends after all that trouble. But of course, that wasn't the case. *SIGH. Do people really have a lot of friends already that they don't bother making new ones when they're in their 20s (and instead, all efforts are diverted to finding Ms. Right)? Blas...phe...my!
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