The moment we have all been waiting for has finally arrived! No, I still don't have a job (yet!), and no, I still don't have a boyfriend (yet! As if! LoL) but I am now a permanent resident of the Philippines! My ACR has been approved! I am now legally able to work (and live indefinitely) in this country!
Thank you, God! Thank you, Miss Irma! Thank you, Bureau of Immigration! Thank you, beautiful self, for surviving all the Bureau of Quarantine requirements! HaHa!
One hurdle down, one more to go! Here, jobby, jobby, jobby! Here, jobby, jobby, jobby! LoL.
Speaking of which, I was in Makati today for another job interview. It is absolutely amazing the list of people who I have interviewed with throughout all this jobhunting. Couple that with the people I met here in 2002 and I swear I can make a million if I ever got paid to namedrop for a living. HeHe! Kulang na lang talaga eh si GMA. LoL.
Afterwards, The Amazing Duo rode the FX from Makati to San Mateo. It was my first time to do such a thing and of course, I had to be with my Public Transpo Coach. HaHa! And as usual, we provided the entertainment throughout the whole one-hour ride. Even the driver was able to relay back to me what he had learned about Zara and I by the time I got off at my stop. HaHa! Yes, yet another bonding moment for the two of us.
Things are coming together. I hope they continue to do so.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Monday, March 20, 2006
What Do You Do When They Come For You
Kuya Noel had to repeat what I had said a few minutes earlier, "Si Mina hindi pinagnasahan!"
I'm wholesome like Cheerios, Lucky Charms, and Wheaties cereals. I'm so G-rated, you can stick me in a Disney movie and call me Mulan ("I'll make a man out of you!" LoL). I'm so innocent, I always wish for world peace. Okay, not really, but wouldn't it be nice? LoL.
So, it's no wonder that I want those in my boylet of choice. After showing Alessa a picture, she wrinkled her nose and said, "Yan talaga ang mga type mo, no?" I asked her innocently (though I knew what she meant), "What do you mean? Anong type yan?"
She paused. She paused some more. Crickets started making noise.
Then, she said, "Yan! Yang mga mukhang mama's boy types! Mga hindi mukhang lalake!" To add more salt to the wound, she added, "Wala talagang mangyayari kapag mga torpe ang gusto mo!" Ouch! Ouch to infinity and beyond! LoL.
You know what I've been realizing, though? Those good boy types aren't really good boys. After I told someone's cousin about her very own cousin's text message, she said, "Really?! I can't believe it! I had so much respect for kuya pa naman!"
Yes, people, there's a growing problem in this world besides bird flu: horrible boys hiding behind a good boy facade! It's such an injustice! You think they're good, and that's probably what they want you think, but once they text or open their mouths, tsk tsk from there. They leave me speechless for hours from disbelief! They leave their siblings/cousins speechless for hours from disbelief. People think that I exaggerate the bad things boys have done or said to me over the years, but really, they're all true. Sad, but 100% all true.
As Pen pointed out, "You're hopelessly romantic and a jerk magnet. We're done with the Mina analysis for the day!"
That's the problem: I'm not looking for horrible boys, but I end up with them. At this rate, I could just go for the Robin Padilla types and it wouldn't really matter. I swear, when I've had enough, I will write a book about all of you horrible boys! LoL. Just kidding...only because I believe in world peace. ;P
I'm wholesome like Cheerios, Lucky Charms, and Wheaties cereals. I'm so G-rated, you can stick me in a Disney movie and call me Mulan ("I'll make a man out of you!" LoL). I'm so innocent, I always wish for world peace. Okay, not really, but wouldn't it be nice? LoL.
So, it's no wonder that I want those in my boylet of choice. After showing Alessa a picture, she wrinkled her nose and said, "Yan talaga ang mga type mo, no?" I asked her innocently (though I knew what she meant), "What do you mean? Anong type yan?"
She paused. She paused some more. Crickets started making noise.
Then, she said, "Yan! Yang mga mukhang mama's boy types! Mga hindi mukhang lalake!" To add more salt to the wound, she added, "Wala talagang mangyayari kapag mga torpe ang gusto mo!" Ouch! Ouch to infinity and beyond! LoL.
You know what I've been realizing, though? Those good boy types aren't really good boys. After I told someone's cousin about her very own cousin's text message, she said, "Really?! I can't believe it! I had so much respect for kuya pa naman!"
Yes, people, there's a growing problem in this world besides bird flu: horrible boys hiding behind a good boy facade! It's such an injustice! You think they're good, and that's probably what they want you think, but once they text or open their mouths, tsk tsk from there. They leave me speechless for hours from disbelief! They leave their siblings/cousins speechless for hours from disbelief. People think that I exaggerate the bad things boys have done or said to me over the years, but really, they're all true. Sad, but 100% all true.
As Pen pointed out, "You're hopelessly romantic and a jerk magnet. We're done with the Mina analysis for the day!"
That's the problem: I'm not looking for horrible boys, but I end up with them. At this rate, I could just go for the Robin Padilla types and it wouldn't really matter. I swear, when I've had enough, I will write a book about all of you horrible boys! LoL. Just kidding...only because I believe in world peace. ;P
Sunday, March 19, 2006
The Amazing Duo
I knew about this for awhile now, but dismissed the idea. Afterall, my #1 priority is finding a career in this country. But over dinner, the subject came up again and I thought about what I would do if I actually applied.
Who would I pick as my partner? Zara.
She is streetsmart, in addition to being smart, period. She is not shy about anything. She knows how to budget (That's what you learn when you become a wife). She is not as emotional as I am (Ako ang iiyak sa show, promise!). She is not maarte (I will let her do all the nasty Detour challenges. HaHa!). She is resilient (Pucha, babayaran mo ba ako sa mga sinasabi ko ngayon?). Most importantly, she can drive stick (Astiiiig in my book!).
Our drama? "17 years of friendship. 15 years of those were spent apart. The Amazing Race is a way to make up for lost time." Naks!
It is just too bad that she has her own little bundle of joy to take care of so running around Asia with me is not an option. But then again, for $1 million, I think Tita can take care of my godson for a few months, right? HaHa!
Anyone want to fill her shoes? I think they are only size 7s. Okay, that was corny. HaHa! Sayang talaga. *SIGH.
Who would I pick as my partner? Zara.
She is streetsmart, in addition to being smart, period. She is not shy about anything. She knows how to budget (That's what you learn when you become a wife). She is not as emotional as I am (Ako ang iiyak sa show, promise!). She is not maarte (I will let her do all the nasty Detour challenges. HaHa!). She is resilient (Pucha, babayaran mo ba ako sa mga sinasabi ko ngayon?). Most importantly, she can drive stick (Astiiiig in my book!).
Our drama? "17 years of friendship. 15 years of those were spent apart. The Amazing Race is a way to make up for lost time." Naks!
It is just too bad that she has her own little bundle of joy to take care of so running around Asia with me is not an option. But then again, for $1 million, I think Tita can take care of my godson for a few months, right? HaHa!
Anyone want to fill her shoes? I think they are only size 7s. Okay, that was corny. HaHa! Sayang talaga. *SIGH.
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Badminton Bug
After seven months, after a million invites, I finally gave in and played badminton today! Hooray!
Sure, the first half hour feels like you just got stuck in an oven toaster. And if you haven't been physically active since you left the comforts of hiphop dance classes back in your hometown, then the first few rallies feel like you should call an ambulance already. But once you get past that, it's all fun. Fun, fun, fun. Uh oh, someone caught the badminton bug. HeHe.
I love how you can release all your pent up anger with a flick of your wrist. I love how it's a faster game than tennis...okay, I kind of hate that because you really can't stay flat-footed at any given moment. HeHe. I love how you sweat and cleanse your pores concurrently. I love how it's so much cheaper than getting a gym membership (But then again, after badminton, I took a shower at Fitness First because I refused to take a shower at the court's shower room. LoL). I love how, if it's a date, you can see your boylet/girlet at his/her worst physical appearance and know that it's really love if you stay in the relationship (Just kidding! LoL). I love...Kennevic Asuncion? LoL.
As someone said, you can't move to Cebu or Makati yet, we just started! I know, dear friend, I know.
But at least the inner athlete in me is back. Whoop, whoop! HeHe. (Yup, the endorphins are writing this entry. Go natural high! HaHa!)
Sure, the first half hour feels like you just got stuck in an oven toaster. And if you haven't been physically active since you left the comforts of hiphop dance classes back in your hometown, then the first few rallies feel like you should call an ambulance already. But once you get past that, it's all fun. Fun, fun, fun. Uh oh, someone caught the badminton bug. HeHe.
I love how you can release all your pent up anger with a flick of your wrist. I love how it's a faster game than tennis...okay, I kind of hate that because you really can't stay flat-footed at any given moment. HeHe. I love how you sweat and cleanse your pores concurrently. I love how it's so much cheaper than getting a gym membership (But then again, after badminton, I took a shower at Fitness First because I refused to take a shower at the court's shower room. LoL). I love how, if it's a date, you can see your boylet/girlet at his/her worst physical appearance and know that it's really love if you stay in the relationship (Just kidding! LoL). I love...Kennevic Asuncion? LoL.
As someone said, you can't move to Cebu or Makati yet, we just started! I know, dear friend, I know.
But at least the inner athlete in me is back. Whoop, whoop! HeHe. (Yup, the endorphins are writing this entry. Go natural high! HaHa!)
Saturday, March 11, 2006
MiNAism: On Finding Mr. Right
"There are too many women in this world....now I understand where China is coming from."
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