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!

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?

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?

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

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