Interviews scheduled for next week: None.
Errands to do: Lots!
I've been ordered to get a work permit or an alien certificate of registration before I can get the job offer in my hands. Great. Just great.
I hate going to Makati because it's "far". Now, I have to haul my butt all the way to Manila to go to the Bureau of Immigration Office.
But wait, first I need to go to the National Statistics Office (NSO) on East Avenue to get a copy of my birth certificate. Ugh!
If this won't make me wish that I have a driver (or a boyfriend who is an ulirang driver), then I don't know what will.
(Keep praying, friends. It's still not over.)
Friday, February 17, 2006
Wednesday, February 15, 2006
Problema Lang Yan
"People are still basking in the afterglow of Valentine's Day." Yes indeed, Mr. DJ on Campus Radio this morning!
I was in Makati to take a multi-national company's Global Problem Solving Test today. Supposedly, it's a test that everyone in the world takes when applying to this MNC.
Well, I hate word problems. I hate them so much that I would just copy Rochelle's homework answers back in high school AND college. For tests, I would just try to do well in the other areas because I knew that I would bomb the word problems. It would look like I tried to do them (Ef for Effort!), but really, they were all scribble (Shh, don't tell my Calculus professor. She gave me a 4.0! This is while Rochelle got a 3.9. After five years, we still haven't figured out how that could've happened. HeHe!).
Seriously, I don't really care to know how long it would take to fill a 75-liter bucket when a faucet on top is filling the bucket with 5 liters of water an hour while a hole in the bucket is leaking 7 liters of water an hour. I don't care! Don't you all know that there are starving people in Africa?! LoL.
So, it was quite painful answering that test today where half of it was reading comprehension (very SAT-like!) and half of it consisted of mathematical word problems. Yes, I answered all the reading comprehension stuff first. Then, I tried to do the word problems...but in less than fifteen minutes, I just started filling out the bubbles randomly. I could've made pretty cool patterns had I been more imaginative. ;P
Result? I still passed the test! Miracles, they're everywhere in our daily lives! HaHa! (Last month, I also passed a TV station's Tagalog IQ Test. Tagalog! Imagine the SATs in Tagalog. That's pretty much what that was like. Crazy stuff!)
I was in Makati to take a multi-national company's Global Problem Solving Test today. Supposedly, it's a test that everyone in the world takes when applying to this MNC.
Well, I hate word problems. I hate them so much that I would just copy Rochelle's homework answers back in high school AND college. For tests, I would just try to do well in the other areas because I knew that I would bomb the word problems. It would look like I tried to do them (Ef for Effort!), but really, they were all scribble (Shh, don't tell my Calculus professor. She gave me a 4.0! This is while Rochelle got a 3.9. After five years, we still haven't figured out how that could've happened. HeHe!).
Seriously, I don't really care to know how long it would take to fill a 75-liter bucket when a faucet on top is filling the bucket with 5 liters of water an hour while a hole in the bucket is leaking 7 liters of water an hour. I don't care! Don't you all know that there are starving people in Africa?! LoL.
So, it was quite painful answering that test today where half of it was reading comprehension (very SAT-like!) and half of it consisted of mathematical word problems. Yes, I answered all the reading comprehension stuff first. Then, I tried to do the word problems...but in less than fifteen minutes, I just started filling out the bubbles randomly. I could've made pretty cool patterns had I been more imaginative. ;P
Result? I still passed the test! Miracles, they're everywhere in our daily lives! HaHa! (Last month, I also passed a TV station's Tagalog IQ Test. Tagalog! Imagine the SATs in Tagalog. That's pretty much what that was like. Crazy stuff!)
Tuesday, February 14, 2006
Giving You The Best Of My Love
I'm happy (You guys didn't expect that one for today, did you? HeHe!).
No amount of roses, chocolates, or anything cheesy could've competed with God's February 14th gift to me: a job interview at the place that I've been wishing, hoping, and praying for. It went well enough that in less than twenty-four hours, I will have my second interview. Tomorrow. Please, please, please do take the time to pray for me after reading this. I need all your help. =)
And since I was watching people on Emerald Avenue today, walking with their chocolates and flowers in hand, let's talk about gifts.
Maybe there really are girls out there who are after men's money, but for most of us who have jobs, we don't need your money. Pen would probably agree with me on this one. Everything I have, I bought with my own money. If I want something, rest assured that I can get it myself. My point? Gifts mean more than just material acquisitions to women.
A gift shows sincerity (naks!).
While hanging out at National Bookstore today, I was looking at the guys checking out the greeting cards section. Most of those guys probably could never buy their woman a house, car, or jewelry. Yet, judging from what I saw, I'd like to think that they're sincere about their love for whomever they're buying that one particular card for. They took the time out of their busy day to go through a gazillion cards to find THE one that says everything that they're feeling. A card! A piece of paper! Yet, it means so much (okay, maybe only for mababaw girls like me).
A gift shows that you pay attention (we like that!).
You spend hours with us. We eat together. We spend time together. We go to places together. You got all the clues you need. It doesn't take a genius to buy a gift...see previous paragraph.
A gift shows effort (put some elbow grease into it!).
Joaqui, my cousin, bought a girl this teddy bear which was like P1,000. He saved up his allowance to buy that thing. I can't even imagine how many meals he skipped in school in order to afford that darn teddy bear. Yet, he sacrificed little tummy aches (aww, poor baby!) to give that girl a gift. ::enter applause here:: Ef for Effort!
A gift shows that you're thinking about the other person (aww!).
When I was younger, my mom would always bring me home something whenever she and my aunts would go shopping. I would always get a Hello Kitty bag or stationery of some sort. She always thought of me eventhough I wasn't with her. Didn't you all get pasalubongs from your parents when you were younger?! Don't you know the feeling?
A gift shows that you mean what you say (actions speak louder than words!).
You like me? You want to make me happy? You think that I deserve the best? Here's your opportunity!
A gift shows you care (Hallmark is good at this!).
Why do people give gifts to birthday celebrants? For the heck of it? No! We care enough to give! Simple as that.
I can probably go on and on about this, but I got a job interview tomorrow! HeHe! My February 14th gift to myself this year? The Bayo skirt that I've been lusting over since December. I finally gave in and bought it. Most likely, I'll be like Joaqui and won't eat any meals from now until I get a job because of that darn skirt. HeHe! (I actually wanted this, but I don't want to spend for the hardback copy here in Manila: P1,000! That's $20! Crazy! Donations are always welcome on this website. *Ahem. HeHe)
No amount of roses, chocolates, or anything cheesy could've competed with God's February 14th gift to me: a job interview at the place that I've been wishing, hoping, and praying for. It went well enough that in less than twenty-four hours, I will have my second interview. Tomorrow. Please, please, please do take the time to pray for me after reading this. I need all your help. =)
And since I was watching people on Emerald Avenue today, walking with their chocolates and flowers in hand, let's talk about gifts.
Maybe there really are girls out there who are after men's money, but for most of us who have jobs, we don't need your money. Pen would probably agree with me on this one. Everything I have, I bought with my own money. If I want something, rest assured that I can get it myself. My point? Gifts mean more than just material acquisitions to women.
A gift shows sincerity (naks!).
While hanging out at National Bookstore today, I was looking at the guys checking out the greeting cards section. Most of those guys probably could never buy their woman a house, car, or jewelry. Yet, judging from what I saw, I'd like to think that they're sincere about their love for whomever they're buying that one particular card for. They took the time out of their busy day to go through a gazillion cards to find THE one that says everything that they're feeling. A card! A piece of paper! Yet, it means so much (okay, maybe only for mababaw girls like me).
A gift shows that you pay attention (we like that!).
You spend hours with us. We eat together. We spend time together. We go to places together. You got all the clues you need. It doesn't take a genius to buy a gift...see previous paragraph.
A gift shows effort (put some elbow grease into it!).
Joaqui, my cousin, bought a girl this teddy bear which was like P1,000. He saved up his allowance to buy that thing. I can't even imagine how many meals he skipped in school in order to afford that darn teddy bear. Yet, he sacrificed little tummy aches (aww, poor baby!) to give that girl a gift. ::enter applause here:: Ef for Effort!
A gift shows that you're thinking about the other person (aww!).
When I was younger, my mom would always bring me home something whenever she and my aunts would go shopping. I would always get a Hello Kitty bag or stationery of some sort. She always thought of me eventhough I wasn't with her. Didn't you all get pasalubongs from your parents when you were younger?! Don't you know the feeling?
A gift shows that you mean what you say (actions speak louder than words!).
You like me? You want to make me happy? You think that I deserve the best? Here's your opportunity!
A gift shows you care (Hallmark is good at this!).
Why do people give gifts to birthday celebrants? For the heck of it? No! We care enough to give! Simple as that.
I can probably go on and on about this, but I got a job interview tomorrow! HeHe! My February 14th gift to myself this year? The Bayo skirt that I've been lusting over since December. I finally gave in and bought it. Most likely, I'll be like Joaqui and won't eat any meals from now until I get a job because of that darn skirt. HeHe! (I actually wanted this, but I don't want to spend for the hardback copy here in Manila: P1,000! That's $20! Crazy! Donations are always welcome on this website. *Ahem. HeHe)
Monday, February 13, 2006
Ganun Talaga
Me: Pogi, date tayo bukas! Sawi people unite!
Ryan: Hah. Ikaw lang sawi. Marami ako kadate bukas.
And that's why Ryan is not my favorite cousin. HaHa!
Ryan: Hah. Ikaw lang sawi. Marami ako kadate bukas.
And that's why Ryan is not my favorite cousin. HaHa!
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Heart of a Champion
Whoa! Time truly flies by!
I had no idea that the Winter Olympics is here. I only realized that the games have begun when I read the Michelle Kwan headline on Yahoo.
Man, it has been four years! Four years ago, I was a junior in college (my first year at University of WA, too). Four years ago, I was "trying to figure out" Dancing King (y'all remember him, right? HaHa!). Four years ago, in the summer, I came back to Manila to do my U.S. Embassy internship (memories!). Four years ago, I was stalking this boy (Hey, I was young and still had a bout of teenybopperness in me. HeHe!).
What I've just realized? Life is truly too short to just play it safe. Keep at it, dear self. You can do it! Go for the gold!
(How's that for a peptalk, eh?)
I had no idea that the Winter Olympics is here. I only realized that the games have begun when I read the Michelle Kwan headline on Yahoo.
Man, it has been four years! Four years ago, I was a junior in college (my first year at University of WA, too). Four years ago, I was "trying to figure out" Dancing King (y'all remember him, right? HaHa!). Four years ago, in the summer, I came back to Manila to do my U.S. Embassy internship (memories!). Four years ago, I was stalking this boy (Hey, I was young and still had a bout of teenybopperness in me. HeHe!).
What I've just realized? Life is truly too short to just play it safe. Keep at it, dear self. You can do it! Go for the gold!
(How's that for a peptalk, eh?)
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