Ever wonder what kinds of people find you attractive?
Yesterday...
Taxi driver: Ma'am, saan po?
Me: Sa ABS-CBN.
Taxi driver: Magaartista po kayo?
Me: Hindi. Hindi ko carry.
Taxi driver: Carry naman po!
Today...
Taxi driver: Tabi kayo, nandito si Miss Universe!
Me: (Clueless that he was talking about me)
Taxi driver: Ma'am, kahit buong araw, puwede kitang ipag-drive.
Me: (Buti ka pa.)
Immigration guard to Ma'am Irma: Naks, ang ganda naman ng kasama mo!
Immigration staff: Ay, sino yang magandang kasama mo?
Add to that list Tacloban tricycle drivers, Starbucks baristas, security guards in Ortigas' Tektite and Antel Buildings. Pucha naman o. LoL. Kailan naman kaya ako PAPAnsinin niya? LoL.
Anyway, went to Immigration today for my appearance/hearing before one of the immigration lawyers. My application was approved and should now be in the bureaucratic hands of the Bureau of Commissioners. After three hard-to-get signatures, it should be ready...in one month's time. Ouch. Bilisan po natin. Nakasalalay po ang aking kaligayahan sa inyong mga kamay. Naks, straight Tagalog yan! LoL.
Afterwards, I, (insert my name here), rode an FX and jeep back to San Mateo. I walked my praning, Koreana-looking self to Lawton, then rode an SM Fairview FX to Philcoa, then rode a jeep to San Mateo. Total expense? P37. I spent more coming there when I rode the LRT, then a taxi: P64.
My independent woman facade is coming back, you guys! LoL. I'm a woman, hear me roar. HeHe. I wonder what to do for my next Pinoy adventure. Hmm...
Thursday, March 2, 2006
Wednesday, March 1, 2006
Accuracy is Key
The Keys to Your Heart |
 You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free. In love, you feel the most alive when your partner is patient and never willing to give up on you. You would be forced to break up with someone who was emotional, moody, and difficult to please. Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred. In this moment, you think of love as something you thirst for. You'll do anything for love, but you won't fall for it easily. |
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Close to You
At my job interview...
Would-be supervisor: So, you're single?
Me: Yes, I am. (I knew what was coming next.)
Would-be supervisor: Boyfriend? (Dammit!)
Me: No boyfriend. Is that a problem? (Trying to be funny. Emphasis on trying.)
Would-be supervisor: No, no, but it's important that we're all happy here.
Me: (#$*@#!)
I'm fully aware that I'm S-I-N-G-L-E. Do I want to be single? No. Do I need to be single? No. I've spent years (many, many years) thinking about what I'd do differently in my next relationship, what I will tolerate/not tolerate in a man, and how I will be to the next person that comes around. The sad reality of this is that when I'm finally ready to give my heart to someone else (yihee!), when I've changed my priorities to fit a lovelife in, and when I've shipped out all of my emotional baggages (there were lots!), there's no one worth giving my heart to who's going to take care of it as much as I have (I'm so cheesy! LoL). If the same people who wished I had a lovelife could present me with a man worth risking it all to (yihee!), then I wouldn't have this sickly feeling whenever someone gives me that pity look when they find out that I'm S-I-N-G-L-E.
Realizing that my lovelife is in God's hands, I have focused on finding a career. But look what I encounter in the process. Everyone always reminds me what I don't have. I'm just an innocent victim here! ;P
Feeling lousy about my lovelife after that interview, I decided to watch "Close to You." It wasn't a good idea. HeHe. Not because it was a crappy movie (it was far from that!), but because I was crying throughout the whole movie. Pucha! Trust me, if you watch that movie, it will remind you of me. Promise! LoL. Makes me think that Star Cinema reads my blog. LoL.
(Let me rant, please.)
If you've seen the movie, there's the issue of the John Lloyd character versus the Sam character. John Lloyd being the torpe, slow, insecure guy who doesn't have the guts to speak out about his feelings versus Sam who, after two short trips to Davao and Dumaguete, declared his feelings for Bea with a kiss. That's like what, a span of one week? So, I started thinking: who should the girl really end up with? The torpe boy or the straight forward boy? If the torpe boy can't fight for his love, what else can he not do (put away those inside jokes, people)? And what, the girl is supposed to wait on torpe boy to come around? Hello? And was John Lloyd's excuses of not saying his feelings valid? Was I supposed to feel bad for him when Sam and Bea got together? Wasn't it his fault that another guy beat him to the girl? Ooh, I sense some anger. LoL.
That's all. Good night. HeHe.
Would-be supervisor: So, you're single?
Me: Yes, I am. (I knew what was coming next.)
Would-be supervisor: Boyfriend? (Dammit!)
Me: No boyfriend. Is that a problem? (Trying to be funny. Emphasis on trying.)
Would-be supervisor: No, no, but it's important that we're all happy here.
Me: (#$*@#!)
I'm fully aware that I'm S-I-N-G-L-E. Do I want to be single? No. Do I need to be single? No. I've spent years (many, many years) thinking about what I'd do differently in my next relationship, what I will tolerate/not tolerate in a man, and how I will be to the next person that comes around. The sad reality of this is that when I'm finally ready to give my heart to someone else (yihee!), when I've changed my priorities to fit a lovelife in, and when I've shipped out all of my emotional baggages (there were lots!), there's no one worth giving my heart to who's going to take care of it as much as I have (I'm so cheesy! LoL). If the same people who wished I had a lovelife could present me with a man worth risking it all to (yihee!), then I wouldn't have this sickly feeling whenever someone gives me that pity look when they find out that I'm S-I-N-G-L-E.
Realizing that my lovelife is in God's hands, I have focused on finding a career. But look what I encounter in the process. Everyone always reminds me what I don't have. I'm just an innocent victim here! ;P
Feeling lousy about my lovelife after that interview, I decided to watch "Close to You." It wasn't a good idea. HeHe. Not because it was a crappy movie (it was far from that!), but because I was crying throughout the whole movie. Pucha! Trust me, if you watch that movie, it will remind you of me. Promise! LoL. Makes me think that Star Cinema reads my blog. LoL.
(Let me rant, please.)
If you've seen the movie, there's the issue of the John Lloyd character versus the Sam character. John Lloyd being the torpe, slow, insecure guy who doesn't have the guts to speak out about his feelings versus Sam who, after two short trips to Davao and Dumaguete, declared his feelings for Bea with a kiss. That's like what, a span of one week? So, I started thinking: who should the girl really end up with? The torpe boy or the straight forward boy? If the torpe boy can't fight for his love, what else can he not do (put away those inside jokes, people)? And what, the girl is supposed to wait on torpe boy to come around? Hello? And was John Lloyd's excuses of not saying his feelings valid? Was I supposed to feel bad for him when Sam and Bea got together? Wasn't it his fault that another guy beat him to the girl? Ooh, I sense some anger. LoL.
That's all. Good night. HeHe.
Monday, February 27, 2006
Greetings Earthlings
I'd like to announce to the whole wide world that I am on my way to becoming an alien: the Bureau of Immigration now has my application for my ACR (insert cheers here). I know it's called a bureau, but I hope we can limit the bureaucracy. Two weeks sounds reasonable (more like wishful thinking), don't you think? Say nay to 2-3 months, please!
The ad agency in Cebu has also asked me to produce a work permit of some sort before they can let me work. Crap. If only all the companies in this country are as strict about paying their taxes as much as they are about employing aliens, then this country can go places. Yes, I'm bitter. HeHe!
I never regret the things that I've done, but I do learn from my mistakes. If I had been a little wiser in the beginning, this is how I would've done things differently:
Gone to Manila during January not July
Trying to find work during the latter half of a year is a waste of time. Though I had no choice since I wanted to be here for Zara's wedding. That was actually what propelled me to "take the plunge." Zara, should my parents blame you? LoL.
Processed my ACR right when I got here
Since processing such a thing required lots of money, I thought I should find a job first. Well, money cannot buy time. I should've made processing time more of a priority than the expense. This mistake is currently biting my butt big time.
Moved out of San Mateo right when I got here
You've all told me that. The boys have told me that. Even my cousins have told me that. Hey, for what it's worth, you've all helped Caltex, Petron, and Shell keep their businesses alive. You go! LoL.
Focused more on where I really want to work
I sorta did, I sorta didn't. It was only in January did I start targeting the places that I really want to work for. So now, it's not a matter of being rejected, it's now a matter of being legally able to work here. HeHe. Oh ACR, come hither!
After seven months, what can I say? It has been a wild ride. You cannot doubt that I've shed blood (a requirement for my ACR), sweat (riding the MRT), and tears (lots of it!) in the process. But you know what I've learned most about this experience? The meaning of true friendship. Super cheese, I know. But when the going got tough in the last two months, people proved to me that they will be there through the good and bad times. When I was desperate to find a job before the "end of January," Belle and Nonette stepped up and created a Gmail account for me and sent out my resumes on my behalf. When I needed a roof over my head, Tet and Ale tried to find an apartment for me. When I needed to cry, Zara went to the house to see me. When self-pitying went overboard, Raissa and Kats did their share of cheerleading through YM (or what I like to call the "Mina, you're in a better position than we are" talks. HeHe). When I needed light, Lisa threw words of wisdom and a job referral at me (all the way from Seattle, too!). When immigration became the issue, Tita Rosalyn came to the rescue (yeah, that rhymed!).
All I could ask for now is a happy ending. Not just for me, but for all these people.
The ad agency in Cebu has also asked me to produce a work permit of some sort before they can let me work. Crap. If only all the companies in this country are as strict about paying their taxes as much as they are about employing aliens, then this country can go places. Yes, I'm bitter. HeHe!
I never regret the things that I've done, but I do learn from my mistakes. If I had been a little wiser in the beginning, this is how I would've done things differently:
Gone to Manila during January not July
Trying to find work during the latter half of a year is a waste of time. Though I had no choice since I wanted to be here for Zara's wedding. That was actually what propelled me to "take the plunge." Zara, should my parents blame you? LoL.
Processed my ACR right when I got here
Since processing such a thing required lots of money, I thought I should find a job first. Well, money cannot buy time. I should've made processing time more of a priority than the expense. This mistake is currently biting my butt big time.
Moved out of San Mateo right when I got here
You've all told me that. The boys have told me that. Even my cousins have told me that. Hey, for what it's worth, you've all helped Caltex, Petron, and Shell keep their businesses alive. You go! LoL.
Focused more on where I really want to work
I sorta did, I sorta didn't. It was only in January did I start targeting the places that I really want to work for. So now, it's not a matter of being rejected, it's now a matter of being legally able to work here. HeHe. Oh ACR, come hither!
After seven months, what can I say? It has been a wild ride. You cannot doubt that I've shed blood (a requirement for my ACR), sweat (riding the MRT), and tears (lots of it!) in the process. But you know what I've learned most about this experience? The meaning of true friendship. Super cheese, I know. But when the going got tough in the last two months, people proved to me that they will be there through the good and bad times. When I was desperate to find a job before the "end of January," Belle and Nonette stepped up and created a Gmail account for me and sent out my resumes on my behalf. When I needed a roof over my head, Tet and Ale tried to find an apartment for me. When I needed to cry, Zara went to the house to see me. When self-pitying went overboard, Raissa and Kats did their share of cheerleading through YM (or what I like to call the "Mina, you're in a better position than we are" talks. HeHe). When I needed light, Lisa threw words of wisdom and a job referral at me (all the way from Seattle, too!). When immigration became the issue, Tita Rosalyn came to the rescue (yeah, that rhymed!).
All I could ask for now is a happy ending. Not just for me, but for all these people.
Thursday, February 23, 2006
The Shape of My Heart
Sometime last month...
Jimbo: "Oh Min, so much love to give..."
Me: "...but no one to give it to."
Physical proof? I got back my chest x-ray. One of the radiologic findings was "Heart is mildly enlarged" (Mild Cardiomegaly in medical terms). I have so much love inside my heart that my heart has changed its size! Aww! LoL. Must...find...a...boyfriend! HaHa!
(I'm going to be okay. It's not a serious medical condition.)
Jimbo: "Oh Min, so much love to give..."
Me: "...but no one to give it to."
Physical proof? I got back my chest x-ray. One of the radiologic findings was "Heart is mildly enlarged" (Mild Cardiomegaly in medical terms). I have so much love inside my heart that my heart has changed its size! Aww! LoL. Must...find...a...boyfriend! HaHa!
(I'm going to be okay. It's not a serious medical condition.)
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