Enlightenment

If there's a book out there that I would like to hug and hold while I sleep and eventually marry, it would be the book that I am reading right now. In August, I reserved a copy in the library and didn't expect to get a hold of it until early next year. The last time I checked, I was like the 98th person in line. The next day, I found out that the book was in transit already, coming my way. I think it's safe to say that God was reading my website last week...and that there's internet "upstairs" so we all need to start being good so that we can have a couple of "unlimited access" privileges in the future, if you know what I mean. HeHe.

So this book is my new best friend right now. Like a true friend, it doesn't give me answers. It doesn't tell me what to do. It's simply there to let me know that I am not alone...that it's okay to be scared (scurred for those Nelly fans out there)...and that I'm not as crazy as I thought I was. I find enough comfort in that.

I'm only 1/4 done with the book and so far it has addressed topics like fears, destiny, religion, class, being privileged, basically every single question that has ran through my mind since the start of my "recent college graduate profession." However, by the end of the book, I am almost certain that it will not answer one question: "Why someone would like to find their destiny/calling/whathaveyou in a land where FPJ might be The King in a palace by the Pasig River, where the word "mall" is a verb (ex. Let's go malling tomorrow!), and where people memorize cellphone model numbers?"

On to more shallower topics: the flavor of the month for November is Letran's Ronjay Enrile. I saw this guy last year on the pages of Chalk's UAAP issue and thought he was already cute then, but didn't give him much attention since I was already busy daydreaming fantasizing about The Atenista and The LaSallista. Lately though, I've been catching the reruns of this year's NCAA games and have seen this guy in action. Wow. And let me not forget he's 5'11". HeHe. I just think he's cute, nothing more...unless God wants to do something about it. Who am I to interfere, right? ;P

No DST = SAD

It's the end of Daylight Saving Time today. Although we do get an hour of extra sleep, it's not one of my favorite events of the year because it's also the start of my Seasonal Affective Disorder days. I have to wait until April 4 to feel all cheeryfied and human again. (For those who think this is all in the mind, let's trade houses shall we? I'll have you put up with the gloomy gray skies for weeks on end and let's see if SAD doesn't bite you in the butt! See the crankiness? It's definitely starting! HeHe).

I just have one question for today: what makes Filipinos support FPJ? What makes them think that he can turn the country around? What can he do that Erap couldn't? What makes him any different than Erap? Okay, apparently I can't count. {=P I wonder if the Philippines will ever see another president who's intelligent, unselfish, and who truly cares about the country's future. Nakakalungkot isipin.

Capris

I went "capri pants crazy" today. I never had a pair of capri pants, nor low-waisted pants (I was never a fan of butt crack exposure). Now, I have 4 different low-waisted capri pants in 4 different colors. And just in time for winter. HaHa. If the trip to Manila pushed through, perfect sana. So are capris pants or shorts? By definition, shorts are shorter than pants. So if capris are shorter than pants, shouldn't they be called capri shorts? Ahh yes, the things that occupy my mind these days. ;P

Unmotivated

I need a huge kick on the buttocks. Really, I do. I'm just not motivated to start my career. Even after watching Condoleezza Rice and Vera Wang on Oprah last week, I didn't get the "umph" that I badly needed. I'm not sure why. My theory is that I'm still clueless about what I really want to do for a career. Hence, I can't "go for it" if I don't know what "it" is. For the most part, I've been practical with my previous part-time jobs. You know the deal: work to earn money to spend. With whatever I subject myself to, I usually just go with the flow and do my best at it. Who cares if it's not the most fulfilling 12-15 hours/week? However, now that it's career time, my idealistic side is getting the best of me. What makes me happy? What's my passion? What career will not make me feel like it's work? What career will make me want to get up every morning and conquer the world? Sadly, I don't know the answers to those questions. And I'm scared that it will take me forever to find out.

Jinxed

Let's all have a moment of silence and shed a tear...It's official: I'm not going to the Philippines for Christmas. *SIGH. On my way to the travel agency, I had numerous signs that I wasn't going to have it my way. First, it was raining cats and dogs. Normally, I wouldn't risk my life and would postpone the road trip for another day. But since I had promised a few people that I would finalize my trip decision today, I got in the car. Second, there was a huge backup because of an accident on one of the freeways that I had to get on. God was blocking the way to the travel agency. Third, I couldn't find the travel agency when I finally got to Federal Way! Mapquest did me wrong again. I also blame Weyerhaeuser for screwing up the roads around their company headquarters. I was driving back and forth (and around) Weyerhaeuser Way to find the street that I was supposed to turn to. Usually, I don't mind getting lost because I tend to find new routes/places that way, but driving conditions were not exactly excellent today. But the biggest sign of them all, was my fortune cookie last Saturday: when I opened it, it didn't have a fortune! *GASP!

By divine intervention, I did find the travel agency only to be told that flights are full. There are tickets still available, but they are expensive. I looked on the web yesterday and the I found the same conclusion. *SNIFF *SNIFF. It's times like these that I wish I knew someone who worked for an airline...or that my love could be bought with a round-trip plane ticket. HeHe.

I am truly heartbroken. I had it in my head that I wasn't going, but there were a turn of events last week. I found out that twin Mayie now has a bf and as always, I need to interview the boy to find out if he's good enough. {;P I also found out that a bunch of super ganda balikbayans (naks!) still want to accompany me to Boracay...and that Erwin is going there, too (damn stalker, haha). I'm also feeling guilty because instead of just one person having a very cold Christmas, it will be two people. Poor Cousin Hans will not have the courage to go up to girls (because there's no alaskahan moral support coming from me, haha) so his Christmas will be malamig, too. I was even gungho on getting a job as a barista for a month just so that I'll have money for the trip. Tsk. Tsk. It wasn't meant to be.

So to those fortunate souls going to the homeland, pasalubong please. ;P