Toss and Turns

Just like this one I saw posted by a friend from college:

"The worst thing one can do is not to try, to be aware of what one wants and not give in to it, to spend years in silent hurt wondering if something could have materialized - and never knowing." - David Viscott

Now I don't really know who David Viscott is. But I do know what I want and I might never know what could have happened.

Seriously, given the choice, would you prefer to know the outcome or the end even though there's a huge chance that it would only lead to disappointment or would you rather just live with regret, with the "what could have been", where at least you could hold on to that possibility (albeit, a bit small) that it could have turned out right?

There, there. Months of stagnation and all this blog gets is a confusing entry written by a confused me.

On a happier note: there's exactly 75 more days to go before Christmas! :D I can't believe it's that close!

I have loved them way back their "totoy" HUG days. And I love them even more now that they've matured, became more talented, and turned into passionate young men. I have always dreamed of seeing them perform live... and it is only when this happens, that  I could truly, with tears in my eyes and without any regret, bid goodbye to the fangirling chapter of my life. But my beloved group is going through a tough time right now. And all I could do, just like many other fans, is to "Keep the faith." I have never doubted them and I know they could get through this. But then I saw this video... and suddenly I felt  really sad. Suddenly, I am beginning to doubt if I could ever see them perform LIVE as a GROUP. OH, no. 어떻게해야? This video (thanks to Ate Anne for posting) broke my heart. You can really see the "separation" thing going... para bang, "Goodbye, this is it. It's been great but this would be the end." But no. No. This can't be. Waaaah! :'(

There's no room for even the smallest mistake in news writing/reporting especially if you're working for one of the oldest and leading newspapers today. But can you blame reporters for commiting minor mistakes like this every now and then? They're human too, you know.

However, for one of the country's biggest televison networks to commit the same mistake?


Must be the product of the writer's subconscious. Or not. Who knows?

Photo credits: Midfield.

I fell in love with this song the first time I heard it. I loved it more after seeing this video. Sam Beam is a genius.
 

I didn't really want to watch Transformers. I haven't even seen the first movie yet which, according to many,  is definitely a lot better than this one.

But last Friday, I had dinner with some friends/officemates and  they asked me if I wanted to watch Transformers...
so, even when I don't have any plan of watching it...I said yes - just for the heck of it.

It wasn't worth it. That was probably the looooooooongest two hours (or was it 4 or 5 hours???) of my life. Think , "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" long except that BB is much more acceptable.  So, basically, Revenge of the Fallen is a film of million booms, too many lenghty, unnecesary fight scenes amplified by industrial-strength sound effects. It practically screams one word: DRAGGING. Shia Labeouf and Megan Fox looked more like siblings and there was absolutely no chemistry, spark, whatever you call it, between them. So far, the only redeeming aspect of this movie, which some people I knew appreciated, are the visual effects which, personally, I deem too ordinary. Also, it didn't help that it approached a Deus ex Machina-ish ending and has a lot of back-scenes.


I kinda feel sad about Michael Jackson's sudden death.

Suddenly I'm as if cast out,
and this solitude surrounds me
as something vast and unbounded,
when my feeling, standing on the hills
of my breasts, cries out for wings
or for an end. - excerpt from "Girl's Lament" by Rilke

    
  Little Tear-Vase

Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by Stephen Mitchell 

                                                             Other vessels hold wine, other vessels hold oil
                                                             inside the hollowed-out vault circumscribed by their clay.
                                                             I, as smaller measure, and as the slimmest of all,
                                                             humbly hollow myself so that just a few tears can fill me.

                                                             Wine becomes richer, oil becomes clear, in its vessel.
                                                             What happens with tears?-They made me blind in my
                                                             glass,
                                                             made me heavy and made my curve iridescent,
                                                             made me brittle, and left me empty at last.



I am trying my best to remain strong. I am barely holding on. Lord, please help me.

Thy Your will be done.


P.S. I felt a lot better after discussing this matter, although quite vaguely,  to you. You know who you are. Thank you for listening.

People would forsake you. Even those who have promised that they would always be there... those you've trusted and made you believe that you could always depend on them. Even those whom you almost couldn't imagine living your life without. They would, at some point, disappoint you. In pretty much the same way that you too, would probably let them down - even when you don't want to... even though you sincerely care for them. You just couldn't be there for them all the time and they just couldn't be there for you all the time - even when you really, really need them.

And that's when you realize that you really are all alone. That you could depend on no one and nothing else but yourself.

Maybe we hold on to the idea that there is a God so that we could never be alone.

I am already halfway through "Boys Over Flowers" and I still can't choose whom I like more between Jun Pyo and Ji Hoo. (more on this after I finish watching the entire series. :D)

Over the past few days of nightly BOF marathon, I've learned to love Ji Hoo and Jun Pyo's songs. Ji Hoo's song (played almost every time he's with Jan Di or every time he's sad) is "Because I'm Stupid" performed by SS501. It's so sad; it breaks my heart. It's almost comparable to Junsu's "Rainy Night" except that this song's even sadder. Everytime I listen to it, I remember Ji Hoo, his sad life, sad fate. Sometimes I wish Jan Di would choose Ji Hoo instead so Ji Hoo can be happy too ... because he deserves it. *sighs*

Anyway, after much consideration, I've decided that Jun Pyo's song - "Do you know?" is by far my favorite song in this series. Ji Hoo's song goes second.  ♥  and "Stand By Me" by SHINee goes third because I can somehow relate to it! :-D 


*EDITED: Now I also like "Yearning of the Heart" by A'st1  :D :D :D


     A friend of mine told me that I should stop listening to k-pop because they're "shallow"... they're not real music.  But what is "real music" anyway? Can you consider something "real music" when you don't feel it? When it doesn't touch your soul? It's almost like reading an archaic poem which you totally don't understand but then you'd be forced to say that you like it just so it would make you seem mature, sensible, and cultured.

Parents shouldn't give their children names that the kids couldn't live up to.
I mean, seriously, wouldn't it be ironic and, to a certain extent, "painful" to have a name such as "Einstein" and you flunk every exam? - Well, okay that's an exaggeration, but still... you know what I mean?

So, I heard Filipino director Brilliante Mendoza bagged the Cannes Best Director Award this year. Congratulations to him. His name suits him well, apparently.

From summaries I've read online, I learned that his entry film, "Kinatay", was about a prostitute who ended up as a "chop-chop" victim. Ironically enough, her assaulters/murderers were the people who were supposed to protect her rights and ensure her safety ---- policemen. Merely mentioning that gave me shivers because as inhumane and out-of-this-world that scenario may seem, Mendoza was right, it does happen in real life. And judging from the movie's plot, it probably violently tapped other issues as well such as corruption, poverty, promiscuity, patriarchy, injustice, and more.

As expected, some people criticized this film. They say it's not a good image of the Philippines for the entire world to see. But do these people really don't want the world to see how bad the country's current situation is or do they themselves just can't handle to look at the sad and biting reality around them?

dreams come true? -Westlife.

Indeed, they do.

I almost forgot to blog about a high school dream that came true.

What was that dream, you ask?
Well, Katrina's album description pretty much explains it...

Sinu-sino: Grace, Nica at Katrina
Ano ang aming pangarap? Kumain ng Big Mac..

Hahaha... napagkasunduan namin dati nung HS kami na balang araw ay kakain kami ng Big Mac...(mga hampas lupa kami nun.. parating burger mcdo ang kinakain namin... di namin afford ang Big Mac e.)
Hay kalokohan talaga..hahah..

And so, it came true. Last Mach 28, 2009. While almost everyone else was participating in Earth Hour, tackling environmental issues, busy trying to save energy and the planet ... three high school friends gathered in one dimly-lit corner of McDonald's-MOA and made what was once a dream, a reality.

Oh, what a happy day that had been. :D

Pictures!!!

A trip to the Quezon City Hall to apply for NBI Clearance earlier today led to my discovery that there exists another person whose name is similar to mine in the Philippines.

Same name ... the exact same spelling. I feel less unique now. *sobs* XD

And because of this, I've had a nonsense-but-it-kinda-makes-sense realization.

I have decided that if ever I have kids of my own in the future, I'll give them really unique names with unique spellings.
So, I googled it and found REALLY UNIQUE names like Abacus, Anemone, Bliss, Camera, Ever, Flame, Hoby, Kismet, Meadow, Snow, and the list goes on. And I realized (again? Yep, today is realization day.), that one can only be unique up to a certain extent especially when it comes to names.

So, as usual, I started an entry and don't know how to end it. Maybe I'd just give it an abrupt ending just like what happened to our office cook who.

 

 

I still can't believe this is real. I was checking my facebook account about an hour ago when I read my sister's status. It says, Cehz De Guzman: ay nagtataka bt kyA xa nMty ?? :'-( :-( :'-(
 
My heart skipped a beat. I got really worried ...  Who could possibly die? Her earlier status answered my question.
It says, Cehz De Guzman: says cOnNan .. iSz dEad .. :'-(

Upon reading this, I felt a slight stab in my chest. I didn't know what to do. I simply stared at the computer screen for several minutes.... trying to take in what I just read.

I talked to my Mom and brother over Yahoo Messenger and they told me that it was true. Connan passed away.

Now, you see, I'm not really much of a pet lover. But I felt sad about what happened to Connan. I don't know ... it's just, sad. I haven't been home since he died but I know it wouldn't be the same.

I was quite amazed at how Jao handled the situation. When I asked him how he was (over YM), he said...

Wow. For a moment, I thought I was talking to an old man who had already been through a lot in life, one who had already lost so many things in his life and had learned to move on and live through life's up and downs... not my naughty eleven-year-old brother. And then I realized ... he, despite his age, had indeed already been through a lot more than a typical boy his age had. He's such a strong child. So innocent, mean, and mature all at the same time... so pure, so true to himself, never afraid to speak up when he thinks something's not right, never afraid of showing everyone that he's hurt and that he too needs to cry, never too conscious to laugh out loud, sometimes arrogant, but is always... always adorable. I am proud to have him as a brother, proud that I'm his Ate, and that, despite our unconventional set-up and all the emotional upheavals in the past, we are still a family.

Suddenly I wanna go home and give my brother and sisters a big bear hug.

Oh, Connan. Zaijian. And we miss you.

Siguro naman nabasa nyo na 'ung nakakahighblood na kolum ni Chip Tsao. Kung hindi pa, ito yun.
Nanggalaiti talaga ako sa galit nung nabasa ko to. Kita nyo, in-IM ko pa si Katrina.

I managed to catch a few scenes from the Filipino version of the Korean soap opera, All About Eve. And I can't help but recall the Korean version. From what I remember, in the Korean version, which I've seen dubbed in Tagalog, one of the lead characters, Erika, is a poor girl (with a drunkard for a father) who dreams of becoming a successful news anchor. She's willing to do whatever it takes to make her dream come true even if it means hurting other people or making herself look selfish and greedy or giving up the person she loves the most. The other lead character, Nicole, is a princess. She's blessed with all the richness the world could ever offer: a loving father, good friends, an angelic face, great house -she's practically living a perfect life.

Well I had to tell a little background to justify what I'm about to say. You see, All About Eve, is by far, the only soap-opera that made me feel sorry for the villain, the bad one, the lunatic, the mean person. I mean, whoever likes "kontrabidas", right? I hate them so much. They ruin everything. They torture the bidas. But to me, Erika is somehow different from those stereotyped kontrabidas. I think the harshness of living a life in poverty made her somehow numb to pain and drained of emotion. I feel bad that she had to go through all that. In a way, I admire her strength and determination, although I don't really approve of the mean things she did. But I think it would have been different if she lived a better life like Nicole's.  But then again, if Erika turned out to be kind, the story wouldn't be as interesting anymore. Villains are important too, you know.

Although they don't provide as much excitement as those in soap operas, there are villains in real life too. And such people can only do two things. One, destroy you. Two, make you stronger. It's really up to you how you'd want them to affect you. I chose number two.

And because I'm quite fond of non-sequiturs, I shall post this meme I found from Anthony's blog.

Rules:
- Choose a singer/band/group
- Answer the following using ONLY titles of songs by that singer/band/group 

Singer: TVXQ (Dong Bang Shin Ki)

1. Are you male or female? 
Hey! Girl

2. Describe yourself. 
Heart, Mind, and Soul

3. What do people feel when they’re around you? 
HAHAHA

4. How would you describe your previous relationship? 
Free Your Mind

5. Describe your current relationship. 
Get Me Some

6. Where would you want to be now? 
Ong Dahl Saem (Mountain Spring)

7. How do you feel about love? 
Always There

8. What’s your life like? 
You're My Miracle

9. What would you ask for if you had only one wish? 
Remember

10. Say something wise. 
Ashita wa Kuru Kara (Because Tomorrow Will Come)

I just watched "You Changed My Life" and as much as I don't want to.... I.... I.... Loveeeeeet!!! Okay, pinch me. For I'm not sure if this is really me talking.

Seriously, I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!!! This is preposterous!!!
This is impossible, absolutely disappointing, and embarrassing to say, especially coming from me. ME???
Me who hates Sarah Geronimo for no reason other than because she is Sarah Geronimo! Why must this happen?
And of all people, why me?

You see, I already told a couple of people that I hate the movie even before I actually saw it. And now that I've seen it, I think it's way better than "A Very Special Love." There are still some corny and "duh" moments. And I still hate Sarah G's acting. No, I still hate Sarah G, period. But I think as compared to the first one ... YCML at least tried to be more realistic and more uh, "kakakilig". Oh sorry, this is the jologs/cheesy in me blurbing and acting all giddy. Now I want a boyfriend that's as sweet and thoughtful as Miggy!!! So, yeah well, good luck to me. :P

Anyways, by actually writing this entry I just chewed,munched, swallowed, digested, and burped my own words. And just so you know, it's not that bad! XD

Off-topic:
Earlier, my sister tried to train our dogs, Wuwoo and Gucci, to jump from one side to another. She held this long stick on one hand, apparently, to block the dogs' way. On her other hand, she held a fish cracker. She tried to lure the dogs, "Oh Wuwoo oh food, jump, jump..." but Wuwoo just stood there eyeing the fish cracker. Frustrated with Wuwoo's reaction, my sister turned to Gucci, "Oh Gucci oh, food.. jump, jump." To her dismay, Gucci didn't even move and like WuWoo, he just stared at the delicious treat still held by my sister. She tried and tried. Finally, she threw the cracker on one side, her last attempt to make the dogs jump. But guess what they did? They tried to go through the little space under the stick still held by my sister! I guess they really don't wanna jump. =)) In the end, they were still able to have some fish crackers.

Another off-topic:
My little brother, Jao, is so funny. Lately he's been having this weird fondness for the term "oath taking."

See how this conversation over dinner went:
Ditse: Tawagin mo na nga si Daddy. Sabihin mo kakain na.
Jao: Eh, busy sha sa pagooath taking.
Ditse and Ate: *looked at each other .... speechless*

As a matter of fact, Dad was watching TV then.

Anyways, another sample:
Ditse: Sino ba nagsaing? Hilaw pa 'ung kanin e!
Jao: Si sanse.
Ditse: Talaga yan si Zarah (sanse's name) di na natuto!
Jao: Di pa kasi sha nago-oath taking.

And again ...
Ate: Masarap ba (referring to our ulam, Nilaga)?
Jao: Yes, lasang Quaker oath taking.
Ate: Ha?
Jao: Nakakain ka na ba ng Quaker oath taking?
Ate: *laughing uncontrollably*

Again and again:
Jao: Hay, ang sarap naman ng patis. I will indulge into this Quaker oath taking.
Ate: *ROTFL*

waaaaah!!! What's wrong with him? XD He'd been using "oath taking" in practically every sentence since last, last week. When we asked him where he heard that term, he simply shrugged and said he doesn't know.

It puzzles me how some people could go on smiling in front of a person when just a few minutes, hours, or days ago they said a whole lot of awful things about this particular person behind this poor person's back.

I'm no hyprocrite, and I must admit that I did say not-too-good things about others too, but at least I make sure I don't face them and act as if I like them. You see, if I don't like someone, (And I mean, really really really hate the person), I try as much  as possible not to talk to this person. If I really have to, then I would. But I wouldn't go all jolly-chummy-sweet-let's-be-friends in front of the person, making him or her believe that we could be friends or that we actually are "friends". That's just so wrong. Luckily, I don't really hate people that much. Yeah, I'm not really as anti-social as I appear to be.

Anyway, I don't even know why I'm blogging about this ... maybe because I'm really, really annoyed now and tired of hearing people backstabbing each other. It's too bloody ---- pun intended, tiresome.

 

I think I'm going crazy. I laugh and cry and think and write all at the same time.

This is why I hate goodbyes. It's always, always more painful to be the one being left behind.

But no, I am much stronger than this.

I survived inhumane CAT trainings and ROTC.
I survived Plaridel.
I survived die-from-heatstroke FX, LRT, and jeepney rides from Paranaque to Taft, Taft to Paranaque, Valenzuela to Taft, Taft to Valeneula, Valenzuela to Paranaque....
I've been through so much more .... so much more. 

Yes, I can do this. Happiness is just around the corner. No, I am not fooling myself.
We will all move on ... those who left and those who were left, will smile again ... someday.
Time heals everything so they say. And someday we can all look back and laugh at the good old memories of people who matters (or  by then, mattered?). Today I shall bask in this feeling of despair, but tomorrow well, maybe next week, I will/shall smile again. So bear with me right now. I am unhappy, just let me be ... just for today.

We can do this.
I can do this. Aja! Aja! Fighting!


On a lighter note:
I'm pluuuuurking now.
Add me up please.

... kung hindi nito kayang sumabay sa tayog ng iyong mga pangarap?

Kay sarap mabuhay sa isang panaginip. Dito kung saan lahat ay masaya, lahat ay maganda, lahat ay totoo ... totoo hanggang ika'y maalimpungatan. Mapagwawari mong ang lahat ay likha lamang ng iyong nagdedeliryong imahinasyon. Papahiran mo ang mga butil ng pawis na namuo sa iyong noo. Hihinga ng malalim sapagkat alam mong ngayo'y nagising ka na. Ngayo'y batid mo ng mas listas ka sa iyong mga panaginip kung saan ang mga halimaw at kakatwang mga nilalang na gumagambala ay hindi ka naman talaga maaaring saktan. Manginginig ka sapagkat napagtanto mo ng mas nakakatakot magising. Sapagkat sa iyong paggising, sasalubungin ka ng kadiliman, pag-iisa, pangungulila sa mga masasayang sandali. Nanunuot ang malayelong lamig sa iyong buong pagkatao at minsan pa'y hihigpitan mo ang pagkakakapit mo sa kumot bagaman ito'y inutil laban sa lamig. Sapagkat kung minsan, mas gugustuhin mo pang kumapit sa inutil kaysa humawak sa kawalan. Sa ilalim ng mapangamong yapos ng kumot, pinilit mong muling bumalik sa pagkakahimbing. Dinig mo ang pagtilaok ng manok sa di kalayuan. Ilang oras na lamang at matatanaw mo ng muli ang pagbubukas ng isang bagong umaga. Bakit pipilitin pang bumalik sa panaginip? Heto't nagbabadya na ang paparating na umaga. Bumuntong-hininga ka at namutawi ang ngiti sa iyong labi.

Sa di kalayuan nagsisimula na ang pagsabog ng liwanag na hatid ng bukang-liwayway. Sa di kalayuan .... mananatili ang masasayang sandali.

By that, I mean, an updated update. An update I shall WRITE and POST FOR EVERYONE today.
So, what can I say? Lots of things happened to me lately. So many things to write about, too little energy to relate everything up to the last detail. I'm not really in the mood to butter up this introduction so let me get to my main point, er, points.

Here are a couple of firsts in my entire 19 years of existence:

My First Job

I work as a writer for Mother Tongue Philippines. It's a Korean company that publishes ESL Books.
Hoorah for a job that requires me to use whatever I've learned from all those poetry, drama, fiction, literary criticism, philosophy, religion, health, music, art, economics, algebra, so uh, you get it, practically all the classes I've ever been into! One way or another, they'll surely find their way into one of my scripts.

Obviously, the picture above is not an actual picture of me at work.  That was taken a year ago, August 2007 I think. I don't look that serious when I'm working or maybe I look more serious than that. Either way, I work you know. I signed a contract and I could actually be sued if I, by any chance, tampered that contract. I could even be sent to jail. And this for me, is the perfect time to accept that I am now officially an adult. I mean, all those times I've heard my Lola and Mom babble about  how I should try to grow up and mature ... they never made sense to me until now. At 19, I now need to set actual and feasible long term plans. This is really funny, some nights I would stay up quite late just imagining what I would look like say, 10 years from now. Where would I be? What would I be doing for a living? But those are crazy nights. At times when I'm quite normal, I'd just sit in front of the computer and browse whatever site, and by that I mean, whoever's blog. Hence, I might even be reading your blog, whoever you are *insert evil laugh here*!

Anyway, I didn't know having a job could actually be fun. Because some people told me that in the long run, it could be boring and stagnant. Well, not for my job I guess. I'm totally enjoying every happy-insane-pressured-criticized-insulted-i-don't-know-what-to-write-about-anymore moment of it. Well, it could be because it's my first job and I'm still very enthusiastic about it. But whatever  the reason, I'm happy that I got this job. I couldn't have asked for another "First Job."

Moving on....
My hair is much longer now. Hence, more tangled and more difficult to manage. I'll be cutting it short soon so I figured I might as well post a picture of me with long hair while it is still, well, long. So here's my latest picture taken just last night:
 
That's me, doing an abnormal pose with a keychain from Malaysia given to me by Ate Edcel. This was taken inside my room which I share with Ate Meg -an officemate. You see, we have quite an unusual office set-up. Our office is actually a house. And in houses they have bedrooms. Ate Meg and I, rent one of those bedrooms. So I live in the office. And I'm totally making this seem so complicated but it isn't. I'll try my best to explain this further in the next few paragraphs.


My First Office

Well, there had been some changes with where the computers were located but this is more or less, how our office looks like.
I posted this just to give you an idea of what I'm talking about. And I stole this picture from Ate Meg's blog. So, as you see, it's quite bright because it has huge windows. So when the sun is shining, the entire office brightens up. It's quite beautiful actually.... being welcomed by the warm sunshine every morning and being greeted "Jo eun achim" (Magandang umaga) by friendly officemates. Btw, the office is located in Tierra Pura Homes, and next door, is Juan Flavier's house. So, we're so soshal. *goofy face*


My First Boss
photo credits: megagandapaba.multiply.com
Okay. So this is one really cute picture of her. She's one cool boss but nobody dares mess with her because she (metaphorically coz I'm not sure if she's capable of doing it literally) kicks ass! She's really unique you know ... and is probably one of the kindest bosses in the whole world. You see, although I'm so into koreanovelas and korean movies, I haven't really interacted with actual Koreans. Some friends told me that their Korean bosses are so strict and demanding. Again, that's not the case with me. I'm quite lucky I guess. But I'd prefer to think I've been blessed.

Speaking of blessings ... All my life, even if I haven't actually lived a conventional life after my parents got separated, I've been blessed by kind people I've met along the way. I've been blessed with family, friends, churchmates, orgmates who guided and enlightened me during some of the darkest or most difficult days of my life. Now, I've met another bunch of people who once again proved to me, that no matter how many bad people you've come accross with, goodness is still and forever will be present in the world. And these people are ...


My First Officemates
Yihee! They're still single. (And so am I! Yay! :D) Well, most of them are. So, just in case one of them caught your (referring to whoever is patient enough to read this entry) attention, just inform me and I'll set you guys up on a date! Wow! I love the idea of being a match-maker! That'll be fun!


This was taken yesterday during Kuya Steve's birthday.


And this was Miss Hyun's masterpiece.


My First Drunken Escapade
Oh my patrash! This had been a very memorable night for me. I've never been so drunk in my entire life. Now, I know why I never did that before. I probably would have failed some subjects if I did this when I was still in college. It's just so plain crazy. People who drink a lot of alcohol is crazy. And yeah, I'd be a hypocrite to say it wasn't fun because i did enjoy it! But I don't think I'd ever do this again .... or at least, not for the meantime.

Anyway, here's a picture of that fateful night. Taken while we were still quite sober and sane.




Couple of Realizations/Random Thoughts

1. People could still smile regardless of whether they are happy or sad.
2. I can actually say something that makes sense.
3. There's something amazing and magical about the "damsel in distress saved by a knight in shining armor" concept. (ooops! Enchanted hangover! :D)
4. It's easier to just say you're okay than to say you're not okay and have to explain why you're not okay.
5. Money comes and goes ... easily. *sighs at this thought*
6. You really can't please everyone.
7. I am, actually, quite sensitive about sarcasms.
8. Beauty is transient, love is forever. (I know. Cheesy. DVD marathon kasi last Sunday! :D)
9. I'd rather stay quiet than talk non-sense.
10. Dogs are actually wonderful beings.



There you go. Months worth of inactivity and late posts. A real update. :)
Three freaking hours of writing and revising a single decent blog entry. I know, somewhere there, you found some grammatical errors. I don't care anymore. I need to go to sleep. My eyes are too tired now. Adios! 'Til next update! :))

I am supah-dupah-ovah nervous. First day of work tomorrow.

I (unintentionally) spent this whole day listening to Canon by Johann Pachelbel! My cousin, Bea keeps on playing it over and over and over. Anyways, I don't mind. I love that song too.

So, moving back. First day of work. Tomorrow. What will I do? What am I supposed to wear? How do I get to Tandang Sora (without having to ride a taxi?)? Any shorcut? Should I tie up or braid my hair? Which pair of shoes should I wear? Should I wear make-up? Which indoor slippers should I bring----- my dull, red, furry slippers or my brother's cutesy doggie slippers? Should I bring notebook? Oh my gosh. I have to do some research, maybe read some articles so I won't sound like I don't have any idea about what's happening in the world. I'm thinking of inventing a new name for myself... Mimi? Nini? Dina? Dana? What the heck, maybe I'll just let them call me Nica.

Wah. I can't believe preparing for your first day of work could be this stressful. My heart is literally skipping out of too much excitement and nervousness. Will the people from the office be nice or strict or friendly or serious or funny or young or old? Will it be Plaridel-office-like? Wow that would be fun! A job in a Plaridel-office-like place. hahahaha! :P

What am I thinking! Better get some sleep. Off to dreamland now! :P