Age Difference

"You're the only reason I come into the office. You're so much fun to talk to."

L and I were having another bonding moment while we had the office to ourselves today. I swear, it's like a two-person support group. It's nice to be appreciated. It's nice to know that you somehow make someone's life easy just by being there. However, why couldn't these people who love me be boys men, or at least people my age?

L and I are twelve years apart. One of my former bosses, who's like twenty years older than me, has invited me over to her house twice in the last year. Pen was amazed that her dad actually talked to me when I was over at their house in November. Ate TJ told me over an e-mail how delighted she was to have found my website because I make her feel young. These are older people, with a spouse and kids, and bills to pay. Number of things in common with me: zero. Yet somehow they love me, they really, really love me (Pen, tell your dad to adopt me already!).

My point is that this situation is not helping me with my social life at all. My social circle nowadays is made up of people who are at least ten years older than me. Granted that yes, I don't do what most twenty-something-year-olds do: I don't drink, smoke, hang-out in bars, etc. But don't I deserve some friends that are my age? Someone please tell me what happened to my life between the time I graduated from college and now. And please tell me that there's hope, that I'll manage to find my way back to the mid-twenties crowd...somewhere...somehow.

The EPIK Begins

Finally! The website has been updated and I can finally apply for this. Their orientation period is on my birthday though. That's not good since I was planning to spend at least that weekend in Manila. Ahh, the sacrifices you have to make in order to see Bae Yong-Joon in the flesh.

P for Passion

I'd just like to announce that someone today googled "Christian Bautista's girlfriend" and ended up here. See? I told you guys I was going out with him. >=P

Anyway, currently, I'm only jealous of one group of people: those who are doing what they're passionate about. These are the people who are architects from 8-5, but are dancers after 5. These are the people who are counselors from 8-5, but are musicians after 5. I envy those who have a special section on their website solely dedicated to their passion.

During our various talks about careers, L and I always ended up asking eachother how does one find his/her passion? L said that apparently you're supposed to look back into your childhood and remember what you liked doing back then. Hmmm... I hated reading back then. I played with my cousins every single weekend. I read my brother's loveletters from his girlfriend on a daily basis. Nope, sorry, my childhood isn't giving me any good ideas as to what I should do with my life.

I'd hate to think that I'm passionate about finding my passion. The ideal thing is for you to do what you love to do, learn how to do it well enough that you can get paid to do it. Well, I don't think sitting in front of my computer, pondering about my life, will help me bring food to the table any time soon. Wait, am I the only one who spends this much time on this subject? Should I be feeling sorry for myself instead of spending my 10-11 p.m. on being confused? HeHe.

I Can See Clearly Now

Hallmark needs to keep its Feb. 14ish advertisements to itself. I also found it disturbing that the special deal until February 14 is 200 Hallmark bonus points when you buy three Hallmark cards. Three?! How many significant others do people have these days to warrant buying three cards for February 14?! Tsk. Tsk.

So last night, I pulled out The Book, my third time reading it in two months. Is there something wrong with me? LoL.

I'm not really reading it "to learn" per se. More than anything, I love that book because it validates my beliefs when it comes to matters of the heart. No longer do I think that I'm a coldhearted *bleep and it's all because of that book. Very empowering if I may say so myself! LoL.

Here's my take: We all know what's good for us. We know that it's better to eat fruit instead of that chocolate bar lying in the office. We know that it's better to exercise than sit our butt in front of the TV watching American Idol. Hence, I seriously think that we know when we're with the wrong person, or whether the person we have in front of us is not the very best person that we deserve to get for the rest of our lives. If he isn't meeting your expectations, please exit and don't waste your time thinking that a miracle will happen and that guy will finally know how to correctly form a sentence in one day's time ::brushing a chip off of my shoulder::. LoL. The bottom line is I'd rather be alone than put up with crap. Because if you put up with crap, it will turn you into crap, and what good is that? Right? Right!

I think that if someone is confusing the heck out of you, then he/she isn't the one. I think it's either you like/love someone, or you don't. There's no gray area. I learned that this past year. Usually when I got confused about someone, it was because of me trying to lower my standards. Therefore, I have learned that confusion is a sign to find "greener pastures." To all of my love counselors, I'm sorry to say that I won't be needing you this year; I'm a smarter woman now. *cough. LoL. Now, my love recruiters (I think there's none of you left anymore, hahaha!), you're still in demand so please supply. LoL.

Oh my, I've rambled on. To all the single women of this world, please take the time to read that book. Do it as a favor to yourself. Do it as a favor to mankind.

Waiting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

I guess you're more "employable" when you're not a "new college graduate" anymore.

I turned in two resumes on January 3 (new year = new beginning = took some action to get myself out of the rut that I'm currently in). This week, both employers called to schedule an interview. Now, had this been in 2003, I would still be staring at a silent phone right now (and continue to do so for the next 6 months).

So, I have two interviews next week. Neither one of them is for JET. I know I'll have to decide between these two jobs way before JET decides to tell me to keep the hope alive (read: letter to request an interview). Hence, more confusion on my part. Hmph!