Another week, another interview.
Since "The TV Station" and this company today are sister companies, I was expecting the worst already. When I was handed an application form to fill out when I was already told to bring a copy of my resume, I cringed. But all went well. I even made the interviewer laugh...
HR Girl: Any plans of getting married anytime soon? (Pati ba mga strangers umaasa din?!)
Me: None. My friends are all getting married one-by-one. I'll let them go first and see what happens to them.
HR Girl: :: insert laughs here ::
Anyway, you know what I've noticed? HR here has this thing of recommending you to other positions. I mean, there's nothing wrong with that; it's just that I've never experienced that in the States. I mean, if you applied for the wrong position, sorry na lang. But here, HR takes the time to sell you another position other than the one you're applying for. Today, HR wanted me to be a Sales Executive rather than the marketing position that I applied for. I turned that down with a quickness. If these HR people just knew about my lovelife, then they would probaby know that sales isn't really my forte. ;P
But that wasn't all. She also suggested that I tell my parents to buy me one of the condos right around the corner (because I told her that I would like to move out once I have a job to be closer to civilization). Yeah right. My mom would drag me back to Seattle with her bare hands if I ever did that. HeHe.
Salary negotiations for my Ortigas-located job on Wednesday. Wish me luck that I get enough money! It's all about being able to afford an apartment in the National Capital Region! I didn't know that I was a promdi until I saw the "You are now leaving the NCR" road sign today on my way home. Man, no wonder I have this thing for promdis! Tsk. Tsk. Love your own nga naman! LoL.
Celebrity sightings for the past few weeks: Sandy And0long, Amy Austr1a, and Lorna Tolentin0 at Edsa Shang Hotel; William Mart1nez and Yay0 Aguila at Sweet Inspirations; Regine T0lentino and husband at Edsa Shang Mall.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Friday, September 9, 2005
Menace to Society
I hate torpes.
While most women (who are all attached probably) cheer on the local torpe to keep doing what he’s doing, I, on the otherhand, just roll my eyes. Torpes make my life a living hell. Okay, okay, that was a bit harsh. I’m just saying that being single sucks and the torpes of the world aren’t exactly helping anyone around here.
Exactly one week ago, my 17-year-old male cousin and I had a bonding moment. I asked him about his lovelife and he laid out all the details for me, hoping that I could give him some advice. At that time, things weren’t going well and I told him to go find another girl who was worth his time. I told him, “Pogi ka naman. Tapos, here in the Philippines, it’s the norm for the guy to seek after girls. Kaming mga babae, we can’t do that. We just sit and wait. My point is that you have the power to find a girl who will love you just as much as you love her.”
Not to oppress my fellow women, but you got to agree that it’s not a part of the culture around here for the girl to go around and ask the guy out. I mean you could and I assume some guys would actually like that, but generally speaking, it’s just not done around here. Hence, the guys got to ask; the guys have to make the move. If the guys don’t, then all the single people in this country will be home every Friday blogging like me. You don’t want that; trust me. HeHe.
My point is that even if the guy is romantic, it doesn’t mean much if he doesn’t actually show it to the girl. Even if the guy is a good guy, it doesn’t mean much if he’s stuck at home just thinking about the good things he will do for the girl. You got to walk the walk and talk the talk, fellas. In other words, “Magpakalalake ka!”
Yes, it’s easier said than done. I will never ever know what it’s like to be a guy (Yes, regardless of my un-girly ways, I will never know what it’s like to be a guy!). I understand that. I also understand that as humans, our ego and superegos need to be protected. Getting rejected sucks. I know that for a fact. But, we got to do what we got to do. If we want something, go for it. Take the risk. Afterall, who would want a guy who doesn’t have the balls to do what he needs to do in life? Guys like those were the ones who died during the caveman days because they didn’t venture out and get the food that they needed or the girl they needed to procreate. You don’t want to be like them, do you?
All I really want is for everyone to be happy and what we fail to realize is that our happiness depends on us. Life is there for our taking; love is there for our taking. At my age, wasting time isn’t really in my agenda anymore. “You like me? Yes? Good. You don’t? Okay, let me find someone else who does.” It’s as easy as that. Let’s not prolong the agony. Cut to the chase. Be honest. Whatever the outcome may be, at least you know the truth. I would rather have the truth as quickly as possible rather than a lifetime of “what ifs.”
Caveat: There is also a fault in “feeling hanep/pogi” so when I say go for what you want, proceed with caution. And yes, the counterpart of the torpes are the pakipots. If you decide to continue being a torpe, damn, find a pakipot. Magsama kayo and let me know the outcome of that relationship. Ewan ko lang kung may mapapala kayo sa mga buhay ninyo! I sound bitter again. Tsk. Tsk. HaHa! Peace to all!
While most women (who are all attached probably) cheer on the local torpe to keep doing what he’s doing, I, on the otherhand, just roll my eyes. Torpes make my life a living hell. Okay, okay, that was a bit harsh. I’m just saying that being single sucks and the torpes of the world aren’t exactly helping anyone around here.
Exactly one week ago, my 17-year-old male cousin and I had a bonding moment. I asked him about his lovelife and he laid out all the details for me, hoping that I could give him some advice. At that time, things weren’t going well and I told him to go find another girl who was worth his time. I told him, “Pogi ka naman. Tapos, here in the Philippines, it’s the norm for the guy to seek after girls. Kaming mga babae, we can’t do that. We just sit and wait. My point is that you have the power to find a girl who will love you just as much as you love her.”
Not to oppress my fellow women, but you got to agree that it’s not a part of the culture around here for the girl to go around and ask the guy out. I mean you could and I assume some guys would actually like that, but generally speaking, it’s just not done around here. Hence, the guys got to ask; the guys have to make the move. If the guys don’t, then all the single people in this country will be home every Friday blogging like me. You don’t want that; trust me. HeHe.
My point is that even if the guy is romantic, it doesn’t mean much if he doesn’t actually show it to the girl. Even if the guy is a good guy, it doesn’t mean much if he’s stuck at home just thinking about the good things he will do for the girl. You got to walk the walk and talk the talk, fellas. In other words, “Magpakalalake ka!”
Yes, it’s easier said than done. I will never ever know what it’s like to be a guy (Yes, regardless of my un-girly ways, I will never know what it’s like to be a guy!). I understand that. I also understand that as humans, our ego and superegos need to be protected. Getting rejected sucks. I know that for a fact. But, we got to do what we got to do. If we want something, go for it. Take the risk. Afterall, who would want a guy who doesn’t have the balls to do what he needs to do in life? Guys like those were the ones who died during the caveman days because they didn’t venture out and get the food that they needed or the girl they needed to procreate. You don’t want to be like them, do you?
All I really want is for everyone to be happy and what we fail to realize is that our happiness depends on us. Life is there for our taking; love is there for our taking. At my age, wasting time isn’t really in my agenda anymore. “You like me? Yes? Good. You don’t? Okay, let me find someone else who does.” It’s as easy as that. Let’s not prolong the agony. Cut to the chase. Be honest. Whatever the outcome may be, at least you know the truth. I would rather have the truth as quickly as possible rather than a lifetime of “what ifs.”
Caveat: There is also a fault in “feeling hanep/pogi” so when I say go for what you want, proceed with caution. And yes, the counterpart of the torpes are the pakipots. If you decide to continue being a torpe, damn, find a pakipot. Magsama kayo and let me know the outcome of that relationship. Ewan ko lang kung may mapapala kayo sa mga buhay ninyo! I sound bitter again. Tsk. Tsk. HaHa! Peace to all!
Thursday, September 8, 2005
I Would Go the Distance
During dinner a few minutes ago,
Me: Anong oras kayo aalis tomorrow morning?
Ninang: 5:30.
Me: Ngii!
Ninang: Bakit, saan ka ba pupunta bukas?
Me: Wala lang. Tambay lang wherever.
Ninang: Ang hirap naman na wala kang kasama.
Me: Sanay na.
Ninang: Friday na Friday, walang nagyayaya sa 'yo?
Ouch! Talk about a deadly one-liner! I'm surprised that I didn't shed a tear or two right there and then. LoL.
I blame Kuya Heinz and my big mouth for my being alone every single Friday night. I should have never, ever, ever claimed that I lived in some city in Rizal. I vividly remember Kuya Heinz asking me how he could ever sell me to someone: "Pare, may ipapakilala ako sa 'yo. Maganda, mabait, matalino, pero pare, kailangan mong ihatid sa San Mateo."
Then, we also have Tet who told me that guys have this certain "Location Quotient," that if a girl lived far, guys would think twice about dating her. *Sniff. *Sniff.
Sige na nga, career na lang nga muna. I get the hint already. LoL.
Me: Anong oras kayo aalis tomorrow morning?
Ninang: 5:30.
Me: Ngii!
Ninang: Bakit, saan ka ba pupunta bukas?
Me: Wala lang. Tambay lang wherever.
Ninang: Ang hirap naman na wala kang kasama.
Me: Sanay na.
Ninang: Friday na Friday, walang nagyayaya sa 'yo?
Ouch! Talk about a deadly one-liner! I'm surprised that I didn't shed a tear or two right there and then. LoL.
I blame Kuya Heinz and my big mouth for my being alone every single Friday night. I should have never, ever, ever claimed that I lived in some city in Rizal. I vividly remember Kuya Heinz asking me how he could ever sell me to someone: "Pare, may ipapakilala ako sa 'yo. Maganda, mabait, matalino, pero pare, kailangan mong ihatid sa San Mateo."
Then, we also have Tet who told me that guys have this certain "Location Quotient," that if a girl lived far, guys would think twice about dating her. *Sniff. *Sniff.
Sige na nga, career na lang nga muna. I get the hint already. LoL.
Wednesday, September 7, 2005
Sawi Girls Unite
I'm sorry to all the 25-30 year-old, single, with a car, males of this country. I'm sorry because I was cursing the living daylights out of all of you today at about 3 p.m. Granted that yes, I did it all silently, but shame on me for thinking that you guys were the problem.
I was just thinking that instead of sitting in the back of a taxi cab, I could've been sitting shotgun in your car. Instead of having my hands on my purse, I could've been holding hands with you. Instead of sitting in traffic (because of those rallyistas at the PP Monument), we could've been sitting somewhere together in the comforts of say, a movie theatre or something. And when I handed P200 to the taxi driver who took me from Power Plant to Katipunan, I knew that I wouldn't have had to do that if I had you. All together now, "Aww." HeHe.
Anyway, I spent the middle part of my day with none other than the soon-to-be Atty. Rosa. On her website, she sounds like a shoe-crazed, shopping-obsessed woman. On YM, she sounds like a boy-crazy sixteen-year-old. In her text messages, she sounds like an intelligent, mature woman who knows how to speak English well. In person, she's all of the above, but much crazier in person. LoL. Daig ako nito!
After having lunch and getting my brows threaded, we decided to hang out at Starbucks to "check out the goods." Grabe, there should be a rule in the Philippines that states that guys can't look at girls if they're not going to approach them. Nakakapikon eh. HaHa. Anyway, Rosa concluded that I prefer the "geeky" types (I'd like to refer to them as the intelligent-looking ones) while she would rather have the "badboy" AND "casually-dressed" types. I'm glad we're not going for the same demographic, fellow sawi girl. LoL.
Rosa disappointed me though. All this time, I thought of myself as cool for making people believe that I'm just another Filipino who grew up in this country, thanks to my Tagalog-speaking ways. Rosa, however, pointed out that I may know Tagalog, but how I say my vowels gives my identity away. A-E-I-O-U, must start reading those Tagalog comics! LoL. At least I don't roll my Rs when I say words like "parang" ha! HeHe.
Good times, fun times. Thanks for taking time away from studying to see me, Rosa! I'm looking forward to "Luneta after the bar." Please continue to stalk those Atenista boys for me; I'm afraid I won't try to venture out to Rockwell again without a driver in tow. I'll try to make do with the Ortigas yuppies. ;P
I was just thinking that instead of sitting in the back of a taxi cab, I could've been sitting shotgun in your car. Instead of having my hands on my purse, I could've been holding hands with you. Instead of sitting in traffic (because of those rallyistas at the PP Monument), we could've been sitting somewhere together in the comforts of say, a movie theatre or something. And when I handed P200 to the taxi driver who took me from Power Plant to Katipunan, I knew that I wouldn't have had to do that if I had you. All together now, "Aww." HeHe.
Anyway, I spent the middle part of my day with none other than the soon-to-be Atty. Rosa. On her website, she sounds like a shoe-crazed, shopping-obsessed woman. On YM, she sounds like a boy-crazy sixteen-year-old. In her text messages, she sounds like an intelligent, mature woman who knows how to speak English well. In person, she's all of the above, but much crazier in person. LoL. Daig ako nito!
After having lunch and getting my brows threaded, we decided to hang out at Starbucks to "check out the goods." Grabe, there should be a rule in the Philippines that states that guys can't look at girls if they're not going to approach them. Nakakapikon eh. HaHa. Anyway, Rosa concluded that I prefer the "geeky" types (I'd like to refer to them as the intelligent-looking ones) while she would rather have the "badboy" AND "casually-dressed" types. I'm glad we're not going for the same demographic, fellow sawi girl. LoL.
Rosa disappointed me though. All this time, I thought of myself as cool for making people believe that I'm just another Filipino who grew up in this country, thanks to my Tagalog-speaking ways. Rosa, however, pointed out that I may know Tagalog, but how I say my vowels gives my identity away. A-E-I-O-U, must start reading those Tagalog comics! LoL. At least I don't roll my Rs when I say words like "parang" ha! HeHe.
Good times, fun times. Thanks for taking time away from studying to see me, Rosa! I'm looking forward to "Luneta after the bar." Please continue to stalk those Atenista boys for me; I'm afraid I won't try to venture out to Rockwell again without a driver in tow. I'll try to make do with the Ortigas yuppies. ;P
Tuesday, September 6, 2005
MNC = Multi-National Channel
I'm happy. Happy, happy, happy. =D
Part I:
I had a 10:30 interview at a multi-national television channel. Two weeks ago, I got stood up. Today certainly made up for it. What's there to say? I felt at home. I felt respected. I felt like I was fulfilling my dream. Naks!
When I tried to hand over my resume, I was told, "I already have this. You already e-mailed this to me." Music to my ears, people! When I tried to say that I'm a Marketing student, I was told, "Me, too. I don't believe in having just one track around here." I swear, I wanted to hug every single person in that room. ::wiping a tear::
After the general manager, I spoke separately to two other people who could potentially be my direct supervisors. No complaints at all. I was not ready for any of the questions they threw at me, but I did well (well enough to be given their business cards). Who knew that my pop culture knowledge could come in handy during a job interview!
God, let them realize my importance; let them make me a regular employee rather than a contractual one; let them offer me enough money to be able to move out of the house and get a place of my very own in the city; let them make me the third Seattle-ite in the company.
Part II:
After getting in the car, I started receiving texts one after the other, all unrelated by the way. One was from Pare, and sure enough, what she told me was true (not like I was thinking you were a liar, Pare, but I had to see it to believe it! LoL).
"hey i know someone. she's in manila right now. she's really great inspite of her antipatika ways. bwahahaha. email me if you want her name and number. :) (i'm serious)."
Yes, I may throw a pity party every single time I talk about my lovelife on here, but please do take care of me, too, when you're trying to help me out. Unless you're the sibling or close friend of the one you're recommending, please don't bother sharing my phone number. Wait, I'm sounding like an ungrateful person. LoL. What I'm trying to say is, please send over a picture and complete profile of the person to me first before any numbers get exchanged. ;P
Part III:
For lunch, I met up with Alessa at The Podium. Seriously, this girl is my savior for never making me feel too lonely in Manila. =) And to add icing to the cake, Jimbo joined us. Finally, he made time for me. I haven't seen him for four weeks already and he dares call me his cousin. Nagtatampo na naman! HaHa!
And call us bored because we decided to bowl after our gluttony! Did any of us know how to bowl? Absolutely not. As proof, I even broke a nail...and sweated (eww, I know). I was the kulelat one out of the three of us, hence, I'm now actually interested in taking bowling lessons. Afterall, how many women bowlers do YOU know? Exactly! Makes me feel empowered just thinking about it. HeHe.
*SIGH. I like these kinds of days...when I can get another person to hang out with me...during the day. Ang saya!
Part I:
I had a 10:30 interview at a multi-national television channel. Two weeks ago, I got stood up. Today certainly made up for it. What's there to say? I felt at home. I felt respected. I felt like I was fulfilling my dream. Naks!
When I tried to hand over my resume, I was told, "I already have this. You already e-mailed this to me." Music to my ears, people! When I tried to say that I'm a Marketing student, I was told, "Me, too. I don't believe in having just one track around here." I swear, I wanted to hug every single person in that room. ::wiping a tear::
After the general manager, I spoke separately to two other people who could potentially be my direct supervisors. No complaints at all. I was not ready for any of the questions they threw at me, but I did well (well enough to be given their business cards). Who knew that my pop culture knowledge could come in handy during a job interview!
God, let them realize my importance; let them make me a regular employee rather than a contractual one; let them offer me enough money to be able to move out of the house and get a place of my very own in the city; let them make me the third Seattle-ite in the company.
Part II:
After getting in the car, I started receiving texts one after the other, all unrelated by the way. One was from Pare, and sure enough, what she told me was true (not like I was thinking you were a liar, Pare, but I had to see it to believe it! LoL).
"hey i know someone. she's in manila right now. she's really great inspite of her antipatika ways. bwahahaha. email me if you want her name and number. :) (i'm serious)."
Yes, I may throw a pity party every single time I talk about my lovelife on here, but please do take care of me, too, when you're trying to help me out. Unless you're the sibling or close friend of the one you're recommending, please don't bother sharing my phone number. Wait, I'm sounding like an ungrateful person. LoL. What I'm trying to say is, please send over a picture and complete profile of the person to me first before any numbers get exchanged. ;P
Part III:
For lunch, I met up with Alessa at The Podium. Seriously, this girl is my savior for never making me feel too lonely in Manila. =) And to add icing to the cake, Jimbo joined us. Finally, he made time for me. I haven't seen him for four weeks already and he dares call me his cousin. Nagtatampo na naman! HaHa!
And call us bored because we decided to bowl after our gluttony! Did any of us know how to bowl? Absolutely not. As proof, I even broke a nail...and sweated (eww, I know). I was the kulelat one out of the three of us, hence, I'm now actually interested in taking bowling lessons. Afterall, how many women bowlers do YOU know? Exactly! Makes me feel empowered just thinking about it. HeHe.
*SIGH. I like these kinds of days...when I can get another person to hang out with me...during the day. Ang saya!
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