Just because I can

I'm used to posting lengthy entries. So on the occasions that I can only post, say, a sentence, it makes me dang uncomfortable.

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The effort in being human

This is why I’m not that into the whole household help concept. I’m a Chavacano and I’ve got pride inherited from the Spaniards, my cultural godfathers. This and a bunch of other factors, exaggerates the whole master-servant system to epic, soap opera-ish proportions. Centuries of tradition, acquired beliefs and prejudices are hard to break.

True, it’s nice have a cleaner and tidier home, have your meals cooked for you, have the dishes washed, the dogs fed…but if having a hired help in my house would bring out the worse of my attitudes and biases, then I’d rather live with the mess.

When nerds go out (or the I am out of practice post)

If I had a phone that would’ve allowed me to blog on the go, I would have done so. But since all I got is my trusty 1202, my 5th phone after losing my 7610 to thieves and my n70 to hardware complications, I had to make do with making hastily typed messages and saving them in the drafts folder. Needless to say, I’m reconstructing my experience from messages that have little coherence and lots of typos.

During one of our karaoke sessions, me and my friends came to the conclusion that we had absolutely no social lives whatsoever. With the exception of a few, none of my friends are really that into parties or socializing. Personally, I am a nerd, through and through. Parties make me feel weird. People make me insecure. I never learned to drink or to smoke because I never saw the logic behind it.

But thankfully, things and perspectives change, ours included. So, me and my fellow high school nerds decided to eventually become full-fledged party animals, beginning with monthly get together and dinners. This, we concluded, was a highly plausible plan: we were employed, we were bored, we had nothing better to do and we all wanted a social life. Badly.

Last Friday, we went out to eat, only this time, I was a wee bit too early and in the case of my friends, being early is never good. I should have known that something was wrong when my numerous texts of “Asan na kayo?” went unanswered.

I almost ended up proclaiming my pathetic-ness to the whole city of Zamboanga that night when I spent an hour alone at a particularly well-lighted table that only served too well to highlight the fact that I was alone and friendless.

It didn’t help that the restaurant messed up my orders. I got my dessert (a knickerbocker glory), my iced tea and my glass of water before I got my tuna sandwich. Heartless restaurant, making me go on a premature liquid diet. I slurped and slugged through my orders with the enthusiasm of a snail.

Finally, Sherillyn arrived and I did a little jig. She’s always good company. Barely a few minutes in, I have completely forgotten that I was supposed to give her the woe-is-me guilt trip.

Me: We should try our luck in England.
She: I don’t like Inland. We’d be better off in Woodland. (Inland and Woodland are local resorts in Zamboanga City)

DJ came a little later. He claims to have stopped by his house to freshen up a bit, but the overly fresh persona, plus the fact he looked and smelled better than me and She made me think otherwise.

Despite the fact that Sherillyn came only because she’s as desperate as me to get out of the house and DJ was only there because he felt really sorry that I got stood up by the people who said they would come but never came, I had fun. We could have ordered a feast if everyone came, but the Mongolian rice and buttered chicken wasn’t so bad either.

The experience, though, made us re-evaluate our invitation priorities. We would hereby limit our invitations to social gatherings to people who are the most desperate for companionship thus ensuring a decent turn-out rate.

Basically those people would be me, Sherillyn and DJ.

IDK is such an inadequate expression

I just really needed to get this off my chest. I can't think right now. I can't make a decision. Why is making a decision so hard? Or rather, why am I making this so hard for myself.

Dammit, woman. Wake up early, get yer ass to where it has to go, pay the effing fees and just get it over with.

Because deep inside you know, that someday, you'll regret not taking that risk.

So, here I go.

I dunno.

I. REALLY. DON'T. KNOW.

Last stock at size 35

Today, I was supposed to register for an exam, a part of a great plan to give my life a little nudge and direction. For the first time in years, I went back to the Ateneo and still felt like the outsider on campus. I went to the Center for Testing office, pretended to be more confident than I really was and found out that they ran out of registration forms and could I please just come back on Monday when they would probably have another batch of it. And oh, that the Php 500 was just my registration fee and the actual testing fee was actually Php 1,400.

I was pretty depressed when I left campus so I decided to wile my time away in town. I’m a certified couch potato, so I don’t usually roam the city streets. But my spirit was at such a low point that being home and watching the local Saturday noontime shows was not going to do my mood any good.

It didn’t take me long to explore the market goods and to realize what a commercial void Zamboanga City is. One block of stores and you’ve seen them all.

While I love Zamboanga City with all my heart, it depresses me to know that I have to import the stuff I want from other cities. Our one big mall does not have variety; all other department stores look and smell the same. We’ve got tons of small Asian-ish stores that sell second-hand apparel, factory-reject toys and trinkets. And in all those things I see the faces of the Boys over Flowers cast winking/pouting/brooding/making a cutesy peace sign at me. Not that I don’t appreciate the fact Filipinos are embracing our Asian neighbors, and in the process, our Asian heritage, for that matter. It’s just so Meteor Garden all over again.

On top of that, we have no decent bookstore to speak of at all. I deplore the non-existence of an SM in my city, the existence of which will automatically bring the National Bookstore in its wake. That, and a variety of novelty shops that will satisfy my anime and DVD vices.

The thing is, with such limited shopping choices and opportunities, people get boxed in with the conventional and we get boring and rusty and dumb and retarded. There’s nothing in our stores that would wake up a weary 23-year-old mind, like say, a good book, a creative nook to hang out in or a store that encourages expression and artistry with their wares. Stores are not just there to bring merchandise: they’re supposed to bring ideas, create a vibrant environment teeming with movement and chances.

I guess what I want to say is that stores, and for that matter, shopping, be it actual or plain window-shopping, should be fun. Today’s shopping experience was far from fun. It was really kind of dreary.

For some reason, holistically keeps popping in my head. Now that is a word positively drenched in Atenean philosophy. If I shop, I need to shop not just for food and clothes, but for things that will make me holistically whole.

So please, let’s see some progress here. I love this city too much to leave it for the greener pastures of Cebu and Manila. To our local officials, please do your thing and work, like you’re supposed to. We hope to see you working, not hanging around in city events, hoping to get a bit of free airtime on tv. Please, Chinese Chambers of Commerce, stop being such a pushover. Don’t be afraid to go out and tussle in a little healthy competition. Start wrasslin’ your way to profits in this great democratic market that we have. Before I lose my mind window-shopping my weekends away.

HSPDA, WCDMA and other whatnots

The first thing I did upon getting connected on my new Globe Tattoo was this: bombard my cousin with YM messages in various degrees of elation and euphoria. In other words, I spammed. Big time.

I am such a noob.

And I can't help myself. The last time I was connected to the internet from my home was in high school - the days of dial-ups, busy lines and double-your-hours-during-midnight internet prepaid cards. So, pardon the excessive zealousness.

Anyhow, I'm still at the stage where I pretty much don't care if I empty my internet prepaid account in one sitting. Besides, the first few session go's are an exercise in real estate: location, location, location.

A few things on connections via connectivity devices: For optimal connection speed, corners work best. I don't know what it is about corners, but for some reason, the network gods like it there. Also, pillows. Lotsa them. Think signal strength = PC altitude. The higher you are the better.

I can already see the possibilities. Plurk Nirvana. Kumby online. Mafia Wars promotion. Onemanga. Blog. Downloads.

Geekery at its finest.

I'm too giddy to think straight.

On being a 3rd and twenty years

Today, I turn 23 and it is such an ordinary day. In the passing seconds, I realize, I’m no longer part of the “younger generation”. I am becoming the “old” that I once wasn’t 24 hours ago.

While turning 18 is considered a milestone (at least, to girls), nobody ever told me that getting past your second decade in life was an even bigger deal, though in less epic proportions than the said overrated debut year.

It’s a bigger deal, because it is at this point in your young adult life that you realize that it’s not easy finding your place in society. It’s not easy, finding yourself in the middle of the road, with no way to go back and with no way to go forward. See, nobody left behind a map.

It is at this point that you realize that the people who told you said that you will be a successful somebody in the future played a cruel joke on you. When I was young, my mom told me that I would become a Ms. Universe one day, and that I would win all those great stuff and get to travel with my crown, sash and scepter. And with each passing Ms. Universe year, I waited for the time when I would turn into this tall, leggy and flawless blond with the bouncy walk and great smile. Adolescence came and I remained short, ordinary and as un-glamorous as I could possibly be. I got my pearly whites in college, when I got my braces, and I’ve been told that I walk like a dinosaur.

In my elementary school yearbook, I wrote that I was going to be a neurosurgeon when I grew up. If truth be told, I just wanted to impress everyone with my vocabulary. And as it is, I am not a neurosurgeon. I am not even in med school.

Instead, I am 3 and twenty years, single, a disappointment to some, gainfully employed and getting wider rather than taller. I have ceased to dream dreams because I realized that it hurts when they won’t come true.

On my 3rd and twentieth year, I realize a lot of things. I realize that my life ended after college. I realize that anybody can learn new maths. I realize that I could learn new maths. I realize that I wasted a lot of opportunities and friendships. I realize that I should have been a great many things.

But, it’s my birthday, and in my country, it’s a default reason for me to be happy. (Crosses out an entire paragraph of negative stuff).

Revised realizations:

So, I also realize that I am blessed to have a job that pays reasonably well. I am blessed because I have my weekends unlike my friends who are nurses and call center agents. I am happy because I get to work with a person who once taught me how to write.

I am happy because I finally got the Watchmen comic that I have been wanting for years. I am happy because despite my insecurities and failings as a person, I still have my family, my friends and my dog, and I am learning new maths.

I am happy because college taught me that I could pass my exams without cheating. I am happy because I am learning that it is not too late to do what I want to do in life (though at this time, I am not entirely sure what it is I want to do in life).

I am being too melodramatic. I just wanted to greet myself a happy birthday.

It tends to happen a lot when you grow older.

Dumb in space

Really, doing nothing is hazardous to your health. Staring at your PC all day long while finishing reports is fine, but staring at the tube period, is not. My head's hurting pretty bad, and, on top of it all, I have absolutely nothing in my brain.

Nada. Nuffink. At all.

This is really bad. I've been on a lull for a week now. No work means no mental stuff to challenge the gray matter, which means that I'm probably getting dumber by the second. And if there's one thing that I'm really scared of, it's getting really dull and stupid.

I mean, I don't want to be that person who can't string a single coherent thought, or that office worker who has a goofy smile because she can't answer a question. I know that I'm no Einstein, but I do want to retain a certain measure of brilliance in my life, before it fades into the grayness of oblivion.

On these thoughts, I am considering going back to school, not for the sake of a degree, but for the sheer joy of having a frenzied life again. I want to study again, because I want to. I miss the bustle of school - and I can't believe I'm saying this - I simply miss studying, of having my head think about something for a change. Life is so bleak when you are idle.

Anyway, planning to go back to school, I've narrowed my options down to a Masters degree in Nursing, Med School or Law. If I'm going to spend for school, it might as well be an investment towards a more illustrious career in the future :)

So far, it's been hum-hum for me. Home, work and back home again. It does not help that I do nothing in my cubicle all day. The good thing about it is that I can surf the net all day, if I want to, connect with friends and stuff. The bad thing is when your YM contacts won't 'Ping' you back >:@.

Really, sitting around all day is not as fun as it seems. Unlimited free time means unlimited hours wallowing in self-pity and regret. Oh, if only I could wallow in the pinky, fluffy, glittery goo of happiness.

Right. Need to think positive.

I intended to write about the projects I was planning on doing to combat boredom and idleness. See what office-induce dumbness can do :C

*PS: Had to edit 3 times. Grammar errors. Fail.

Higashi no Eden 5-9

I finally got to squeeze in episode 9 of Higashi no Eden, thanks to the lull at work. Connection problems have been a pain and the internet filters have prevented me from dallying in my usual quota of shows. I haven't been able to finish Mononoke (and I'm on my last two episodes, too!). Still, I'm grateful I can still access Higashi; I'm careful not to tell this to anyone in the office, though. Wouldn't want another site to be blocked.

Anyway, on to Higashi. The show definitely picks up pace in episode 5 and more than makes up for the series' rather lackluster start. I still had problems with some scenes - I just went absolutely "meh?" on some. It's quite off-putting really, so I was glad when there were less of those "meh" scenes in later episodes.

We also get introduced to the other Selecaos, and it's really, really cool stuff. Mid-way to episode 5, the possibility of a Selecao vs Selecao battle is a glorious anticipation. Episode 5 and 6 does go into that, and viewers get a little glimpse of the mind of a Selecao.

Juiz on overtime :B

Episode 7 delves more on Saki's side of the story and bit on the supporting cast. It does the story good, in my opinion, to have more people introduced and explored. In episodes 8 and 9, the pieces start to fall in place, chaos ensues and the bigger picture starts to unravel. Great spy/thriller stuff here.

All throughout, the animation and voice acting remains consistent. Most impressive of all is the overall pacing of the story - it's just right for an 11-episode show. Not too fast and not too slow to bore the viewers out, either. It has just the right amount of resolution and mystery to keep the viewer guessing.

My only problem with the series, as I've earlier pointed out, are the "meh" scenes. They appear abruptly, distract the flow of the story - basically very confusing. It's a minor peeve, though.

On to episode 10 and beyond :)

Higashi no Eden 1-4

On November 22, 2010 ten missiles strike Japan. However, this unprecedented terrorist act, later to be called as "Careless Monday," does not result in any apparent victims, and is soon forgotten by almost everyone. Then, 3 months later... Saki Morimi is a young woman currently in the United States of America on her graduation trip. But just when she is in front of the White House, Washington DC, she gets into trouble, and only the unexpected intervention of one of her fellow countrymen saves her. However, this man, who introduces himself as Akira Takizawa, is a complete mystery. He appears to have lost his memory. and he is stark naked, except for the gun he holds in one hand, and the mobile phone he's holding with the other hand. A phone that is charged with 8,200,000,000 yen in digital cash. - ANN (because I'm too lazy to write my own summary :D)

I could not pick on a new series to watch for the Spring/Summer 2009 season; I planned on watching and re-watching stuff that I've, sadly, neglected behind.

I, however, wasn't to keen on letting the Spring/Summer season slip by without at least checking out a show. From my experience, despite a season's preponderance for crappy shows, there's always bound to be an exception. So, I hopped around anime sites and forums, hoping to get a whiff on the right direction.

That's how I ended up watching Higashi no Eden, a very promising show so far. It's right up my alley, being a short series at only 11 episodes. The characters remind me somehow of Morita and Hagu-chan of Honey and Clover fame :D

Anyway, first episode was not much of a bang, I admit. The story did not unfold much, just ran around in circles, the dialogues, dull. Some scenes left me completely nonplussed (a naked Akira Takizawa, anyone??). It had its share of funny and intriguing moments, though, enough to make me wanna watch the second episode.

Thankfully, the succeeding episodes does a greater job than the pilot. Viewers are treated to a sneak preview to a great story, one that will probably involve epic proportions. The main characters are developed, obtaining new depths. The story picks up from here and the story moves fast, covering histories and characters in an episode. The show's pacing, though, does not affect the storytelling aspect of the show, and the animation remains above-par throughout.

The OP is really good; it deserves some kind of award. I can't find it yet, but I'll link it as soon as I can find it. Really, it's something everybody should see :D

So far, so good. The show is getting more interesting, revealing and hiding just the right amount of story information to keep the viewer guessing (and not annoyed :D). My only fear now is the impact of 11 episodes on a story that obviously is large in scale, but that remains to be seen. On to ep5!

Hooked for now.

Why compliments are dangerous to your health

(Or at least, to neurotic people like me :D)

For some reason, I felt bad when my boss sent me an email bearing the unmistakable electronic equivalent of a human compliment. Sure, I was pretty happy about it, but the goody feeling evaporated as fast as it came.

Why a compliment would become so bothersome is beyond me. Maybe I was just nonplussed by it, on the merits that I didn't feel that my accomplishments were that compliment-worthy. I was like, "Hey, it's my job. You pay me to do it, you know."

Or maybe because it was a compliment sent through email. It's harder to "feel" the person when everything is so electronic. Or maybe it's just the paranoid in me, thinking, "This is my boss's way of screwing with my head because I submitted such a pathetic report."

It can also be that I can't accept compliments because I can't bring myself to compliment anyone. Or maybe it's because I feel that compliments are fast becoming a compulsory tradition and a compliment is not always meant.

Or maybe it's because I am afraid of bearing the responsibility of being complimented, knowing full well that with compliments come higher expectations. I now know that my boss and other superiors expect nothing less but prompt responses from me. No more room for slothful reports :B

Anyway, checking through my mail today made me realize that I might just have to accept the possibility that my work is indeed compliment-worthy. THAT compliment might not have been just a fluke. My other boss sent me a compliment, too.

Bully for now.

Tax me 'cos Ah Am Single

So here I was, mad as a bunny, all pumped up to receive my much awaited salary. Here you go, sign here please and bam, DEDUCTIONS!

What deductions? I asked. I didn't sign up for any deductions. I want my bread whole!

Tax dedux. Because I'm single.

Meh?? :B

*Off to spend the gift of Mammon, gyapeeeeee~~

Mononoke 6-7

During a random surf through my anime list on MAL, I found a number of rotting anime titles under the "Watching" and "On-hold" tabs. Shame, shame, really, as some of those titles were really good ones, too, and now, I'm just too tired/lazy/busy to finish them all.

Yesterday, though, I got the chance to continue with Mononoke, a title I started a year ago. Mononoke,not to be confused with the anime Princess Mononoke, is a 12-episode series of Japanese stories of horror and the supernatural. Despite the year hiatus, I'm glad that my fandom for this title has not dimmed one bit.

Episodes 6 and 7 dealt with the Japanese Noppera-bo. A noppera-bo, in Japanese folktales, is a faceless woman-avenger. The noppera-bo takes on the face of the wronged victims before meting out serious psychological, twilight zone-ish justice to the offenders.

Mononoke, however, had a different take on the whole noppera-bo folklore. Instead of a faceless woman, we encounter a spirit (ayakashi) with many faces in love with a woman accused of murdering her family.

As usual, Mononoke's storytelling style surpasses itself. Scenes often overlap each other, mimicking the muddled and disturbed psyche of the arc's main character. The overall effect of these subtle elements does the noppera-bo arc true justice, though, I initially found the constant and rapid change of scenes confusing at first. Nothing a little rewinding couldn't remedy :D

I'm definitely going to continue with Mononoke (buffering episode 8!). I'll also squeeze in a few more pending series I've neglected, in between work. I'm rather surprise at the lackluster Spring 2009 season; I've been watching some episodes, but so far, nothing has grabbed my attention. Or maybe I've just been lost for so long :D

Bosh: Yesterday's crap today

The day started well enough. Arrived 30 minutes earlier than my usual time. Got started on work, did an update or two. Faxed some documents. Then, everything went downhill. For the first time, I had a devastating headache. My skull felt empty. I could not string a single, decent sentence. No amount of candies or chocolates would start up the dregs that was left of my brain. I could not finish a simple article; I did not know if it was from my headache or from the radiation copiously streaming from my computer. Even Facebook frustrated me. I found out that I downloaded incomplete episodes, that 1,604 KB was NOT 324 MB. My computer kept hanging on me because Tune Up Maintenance was running at a sloth pace. The office fridge did not have my favorite chips on stock. And my coop debt was a whopping Php 368.00 in just 3 weeks.

I realized that I would not see my salary this day. No jeepney came along the office street. Tricycle drivers are clods. One asked me for Php 20.00 for a ride that would barely last 3 minutes. One complained that it was dark and that he could not possibly drive me to that God-forsaken place and back, etc, etc, etc. I moved back and said "Bai-Bai" instead of "Oh, shut up, shithead". One driver left without a word when I stated my destination. Excuse me for having manners. I walked about a kilometer or two to catch a jeep. Waited for 30 minutes for an empty one to pass by. Students, I thought, were stealing my jeepney rides. A woman stepped off a jeep and stood EXTREMELY close to me. What, woman? The curb ain't big enough for the two of us? Invasion of spatial privacy?

Got home in one piece. Wrote this entry while wishing for a brand new motorcycle.

Doggone internet days

I hate these days when the internet is down. It literally zaps the life out of my fingers, and I refuse to do anything. Except stare at the digital clock on my desktop, willing it go a tad second faster. Or play Hearts and Freecell. Or compulsively move folders on my account. Or manually copy an article I've already finished so people would think that I'm working or something. Or read other people's articles through the local connection.

And then I get jealous of their writing style and I feverishly type away on my keyboard at 54 wpm.

I begin...

Only to be interrupted by the blinking computer icon, signaling the start of a renewed surfing connection :)

Another work-related rant

(and yeah, there's bound to be a lot of work-related rants from this point forward)

Oro! Weekend!

It's Friday, the end of my third week in my new workplace and it's still awkward to be sitting in my cubicle doing and achieving nothing - not unless you count reaching level 15 in FB's Mafia Wars an achievement. As a relative noob, I'm still testing out the employment waters. But, I have to say, having had two jobs prior to this one, starting out is not that intimidating anymore.

I'm lucky to have been provided with a PC set on my very first day and let posterity note that I was bullied into using the internet connection. As with all first days, I, er, refrained, from indulging in my usual internet habits and hovered on relatively official territories. And as with all first days, I got over the impulse to NOT open my Facebook account pretty quickly too, as everybody else was doing it.

Anyway, today I realized how lucky I am to have this PC. The other new recruit, I learned, had to kill 8 hours, doing absolutely nothing but sit behind his desk all day. Poor dude, I know the feeling. The last week had the internet going haywire. I had to play FreeCell and Hearts all day to keep me from losing it. When my PC had to undergo a makeover, I was so bored I twisted all Ma'am Fru's paperclips into human figures. Just for fun. Yeah.

It's been an easy week, which for me, is completely unnerving. I can't keep still and I hate doing nothing, especially if someone is paying me to do it. Basically what I'm tasked to do here is to do articles and write ups, something I truly enjoy doing. I've finished all that I was supposed to do last week, which leaves me absolutely gaga as to what I'm supposed to do next or if what I did was possibly what they expected. Bah, I need serious feedback here! I'm tempted to stand up on my table and scream "Yo, people! I am ruddy bored here. Make me do something, anything. I can wax floors, serve coffee and fetch newspaper. I'm even toilet trained!"

Yeah, well, I can't say I can connect and fix printers in a jiffy anymore: we have computer engineers for that, thus my relegation to bystander status. Anyhow, another thing to look forward to this Monday, aside from the arrival of my bosses (signalling the end of my internet viewing pleasures): formal introductions! Yep, I need to stand up in front of people and extrapolate on my happiness at being hired. Gotta be up extra early for that as classes are starting next week. Thanks to DPWH's efforts on repairing a road that needed no repairs, traffic is bound to be hot and heavy.

I had a lot of things I wanted to write, but I forgot them all. It's a fiver, see and I'm leaving to socialize with college friends over coffee. One last FB update and I'm gone!

MAL-ling

Yay, my own MAL account is up and running, thanks again to the office's nifty connection. I've added some pictures, updated my profile, posted in forums, created a new sig....

I need paperwork, lots and lots of paperwork to distract me from internet pleasures. Either that or cut off my ruddy connection if I am to churn out productivity!

Recognizing stuff

01 June 2009. Text message in.

"The chief nurse made rounds this morning asking for recommendation for the most efficient in your group. I gave your name. Goodluck!"

I love joo, Ma'am Lung! Too bad I can't accept it if the hospital calls.

Ah, but the recognition and confidence does wonder for my deflated ego. *Puffs air*

It's all about lunch

The easiest way to blend in an office environment is through food. As if by some ancient Filipino cultural magic, conversations over lunch are more socially binding than ones done, say, over cubicle walls.

For example, I can talk better to people when I have food with me. Food can cover all conversation stages. You won't even have to think :s

INTRO: Want some chips/biscuits/fries/et al?
BODY: That's my favorite too! But I prefer mayonnaise to my fish rather than vinegar,
OR
BODY: Food is so ruddy expensive nowadays, I know.
CONCLUSION: Here, some chocolates for dessert,
OR
CONCLUSION: You've got to try the shawarma at my place.

In this generation, food is quickly replacing the weather as the topic of choice for starting a conversation.

There is something comforting in lunch conversations, in sharing a meal and a talk. Maybe it's got something to do with the whole people-are-social-animals fact. Or because you won't feel too alone when you're eating with somebody. Or maybe it's because food is a great icebreaker; topic choice is limited only by your gut tolerance for dirt and gore. Or, food is a universal language.

Or maybe because a collective lunch with people is a piece of home in the workspace, and you don't feel so lost when you're starting out in a new job. Sharing a lunch is like getting married - what lunch time has joined together, let no man put asunder! No one's going to eat alone ever again!

I think all offices should practice eating lunch together. In my previous work, you got memo-ED when you fail to join eating time at the dining table. Within a week or two from starting out, I felt at home, comfortable enough to poke fun at the people with whom I share a bit of table space. They don't seem as intimidating as when they are behind their desk, wielding their awesome powers. You see, even great powerful bosses like food as much as you do.

All this talk has made me hungry. Ima go and raid the fridge.

NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM :O

Indecisions

Why does everything have to happen at the most inopportune time? Eh? So eerily ironic.

Here's a look at the Philippines' version of unemployment hell:

"Once there was a girl, whose only dream was to finish college. Barring hail, snow, backfield floods, lackluster wardrobe choices and the general dislike she had for her subjects, she sailed through and finished pretty well. It was only upon her graduation that she realized how ill-fitted she was for human society. She took a job, despite the obvious mismatch in qualifications. She floundered, she fumbled, she LEARNED.

The day came when her contract ended. Now, she thought, with a job experience in tow, finding another job will be easier. How the country proved her wrong. No job wanted her. She took anything that came her way. She sent gazillions of application letters to prospective employers but no one called. Not even one.

Then, like a ray of light from the heavens, she had a job. After all her hard work, a company finally calls! Good pay, good people - good internet connection! Here was her true calling.

Alas, and the irony strikes! Not days had passed when another employer calls, imploring her to come. And another one. And another. The dilemma! The final call rips her tiny heart. It is call from her beloved, the one true employer she had longed for all this time! Yet what could she do? She was trapped, ensnared by the powers of the Mozilla Firefox link on her desktop...."

So, goodbye Zamboanga City Medical Center! Your call came in just a little too late :s Imagine, I'm choosing to sit this interview out instead of tearing out my closet for a business attire. Gotta admire my willpower. Thank joo FIREFOX!!

Text Post v1

Because my bloody blog won't work right. Grrrr.

PS
Yay! Won't have to nuke my blog! It's the office connection that's the problem. My blog is still alive and apparently, updating ~~; 22May2009

New work, new rants

Read this. I have a job.

Or rather, I have a new job. Last week, I tendered in my resignation to my old job for another position that could offer me greener, monetary advantages. The parting was not without the drama, though. Contrary to the usual concept of resignation, I liked my previous occupation and the people whom I worked with. My bosses were kind, my colleagues were nice, and my mentors were brainy, smart and great personalities. I'd never admit it out loud, but I figure that I would have been pretty good working in that field of research, better than most even. I was blending in quite nicely with that rough, motley crowd of researchers when I was called away.

So, here I am, sitting inside a cubicle, typing my heart away on a rickety keyboard, on a PC hooked to my long-denied addiction - the Internet. Can't say that I am not pleased. Despite the evident discomfort in starting again in a new environment, I am re-learning the pleasure of privacy, music and net connection.

Anyhow, I am still waiting for directions and guidance from my boss, whom I have yet to meet. It's a scary bit of waiting; my boss is a SHE, a highly-accomplished, well-traveled SHE at that. I've never worked for a woman before, and I've heard that women bosses can be more terrifying than men bosses. I dunno. My past bosses were all men who treated me like a daughter instead of a payed worker. I'm nervous, but I'm not complaining though; I think this would be a great learning experience and I'm hoping to profit from it - in all aspects, of course, including reviving a little ol' blog that has gone under the weather for a year :D

I'll be bringing a lot things in this new job, including a reputation. For some reason, they were really impressed during my interview. I didn't tell them that the reason I was so bloody confident during the panel interview was because I already had a job :D Bad idea, now they think I'm this superscribe with a capital S. Gotta live up to it somehow :p

But still, I miss my old job. It's Athletics Day today, and here I am listening to crappy love songs in an open-toed sandal with clingly beads.

The world is not right. Somebody fix it please :B