Eto na.

Ito ang entry na matagal ko na gustong i-post, 'yun nga lang di pa nangyayari. Sabi ko, ano kaya magandang entry title 'pag may trabaho na'ko? Iniisip ko "Hired!" o di kaya "Unemployed no more," basta may term na "unemployed" or "employed" sa titulo. Yun pala wala man lang ka-glamour-glamour maiisip kong title.

E kasi ito talaga nararamdaman ko ngayon.

Malapit na ang Sept. 1. Bukod sa birthday ni Jenix, ito rin ang araw na gigising ako ng 6.30 ng umaga, bibiyahe papuntang Ortigas, at lalakarin ang kahabaan ng Julia Vargas Ave. Makakabisado ko na ang pasikot-sikot ng Megamall. Gagamit na rin ako ng deadly weapon na shoes. (Pero sana pwede pa rin mag-jeans, asiwa ako sa pormal-pormalang damit e). Sa ngayon wala pa 'kong pinaghahandaan, wala pa akong ideya kung ano sa dinami-dami ng natutunan ko sa CommRes ang dapat kong gamitin.

Kinakabahan din ako. Hindi ko alam kung kaya ko ba ang trabaho, kung makakapag-deliver nga ba ako. Kung mami-meet ko ang expectations ng bosses ko. Kung mami-meet ng agency ang expectations ko.

Excited din ako. Kasi, finally, nakahanap ako ng trabaho sa field na gusto ko. Sana nga di ako nagkamali sa pinili kong karera sa buhay. Nakatulong din na andiyan sila Rye, Jovy, Joy at Edz sa Ortigas, meron pa ring ka-chikahan matapos ang isang nakakapagod o nakakabatong araw ng pagtratrabaho.

Hinga ng malalim. Eto na. This is it, pansit.

nag-uwi ang kapatid ko ng isang box ng yema

Laganap na ang Erap-less MRT cards ngayon. Ito ang binibigay sa mga commuters na dulo-dulo ang byahe (e.g., Ayala-Buendia or Q.Ave-North Edsa), ginupit para di na dumaan sa slot machine. Ginupit kung san andon dati ang picture ni Erap. Hmmm...bagong gimik ng administrasyon: hindi rewriting, kundi "cutting," history.

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Bungad (na naman) sa'kin ni Jocel pagkakita nya sa'kin last week, "O, maglalayas ka?" sabay tingin sa malaki at ever-flexible kong bag. Since college ata di pa niya 'ko nakikitang gumamit ng bag na kasinliit ng pocketbook. Mas type ko kasi ang malalaki at functional na bags. Yung tipong pag napadaan ka sa mall, at biglang, "uy, may book sale!" walang problema kung saan mo ilalagay ang nabili mong libro, plus wala pang iba pang bitbitin.

Minsan naman, halos wala talaga akong dala, binder lang tapos andon na sa loob yung notebook, ballpen, cellphone, calculator, suklay, at tissue. Nung 2nd year ko sa college, ginamit ko yung pinapamigay na pouch ng Qantas Airlines, kung san nakalagay yung toothbrush, toothpaste, ear plugs, at socks para sa mga passenger. Di pa man nauuso ang pouch sa mga lalaki, ginagamit ko na yun, kasya kasi lahat ng gamit ko don: ballpen, cellphone, calculator, suklay, at tissue. Madali pang bitbitin kasi may strap siya sa side, across the zipper. Feeling ko kasi may bulaklak ako sa tenga kapag gagamit ako ng fancy, gurlalush shoulder bags.

Naalala ko tuloy si Lourds, na mahilig mag-bag na sing-liit ng pocketbook. Imagine, kasya don sa pagkaliit-liit na bag na yon ang payong, notebook (tickler), cellphone, kikay kit, at PE shirt niya. Pati yata ref at washing machine kayang ipagkasya ni Lourds don e.

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San ba makakabili ng posas? Kelangan ko kasi i-posas sarili ko sa bahay, otherwise lalarga na naman ako sa Makati at Cubao para lang bumili at suminghot ng libro. Kahit walang pera, alis pa rin ako para lang matignan kung ano'ng mga bagong bargain books. Favorite hobby ko na nga ang magpa-reserve ng libro na gusto ko, tapos after 3 days di ko naman babalikan. Wala lang.

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Ngayon ko lang naranasan na ma-interview sa araw ng Linggo. Sa phone sa loob ng 10 minuto. Nang naka-tapis (dahil naliligo ako nang tumawag sila). Patulo-tulo ang tubig mula sa buhok kong may shampoo pa. Pagkatapos ng interview nagmistulang lawa ang kinatatayuan ko. (Buti na lang attentive si kuya, pinunasan agad bago pa 'ko ma-kuryente ng mga nabasang saksakan at cable).

Peninsular

During a jeepney ride along Ayala Avenue yesterday:

Driver: (as jeep approaches The Peninsula Manila) "Peninsula, meron?"
Lady in Jeans: "Insular ho, meron."

Driver stops in front of Peninsula Manila. Nobody got out.

Again, Driver asks, "Peninsula ba, meron?"
Lady in Jeans answers again, "Insular po." Then questions us passengers, "Ano daw sabi niya (driver)?"

Hoping to clear up the confusion, Guy in White Polo says, "Peninsular daw ho."


In times of confusion, reconcile.

Tag-taranan....

(courtesy of Rye)

three names you go by:
1. chin (para sa mga kaibigan at ka-org)
2. christine (para sa mga kaklase at professors)
3. Christina (para sa mga kapamilya)

three screen names you have had:
1. chinchikurin
2. yema adik
3. mango float (dormant identity)

three physical things you like about yourself:
1. eyes (any book whore needs these)
2. hands (typing & writing, pangalawang propesyon ng mga researchers)
3. feet (making adventures and misadventures possible)

three physical things you don't like about yourself:
1. belly (because it's uber flexible)
2. feet (shorter than what I wanted it to be)
3. torso

three parts of your heritage:
1. Chinese (eyes from Pa's great-grandmother)
2. Spanish (freckles from Ma)
3. noy-Pi! (Ilokano + Bisaya)

three things that scare you:
1. RATS!!!!! (any animal that says, "ik-ik!!!")
2. being incompetent
3. being alone in a very quiet room

three of your everyday essentials:
1. tissue
2. accessing the Internet
3. eye glasses/ contact lenses

three of your favorite musical artists:at the moment...
1. brownbeat all-stars
2. hale
3. gwen stefani

three of your favorite songsat the moment...
1. maling akala
2. cool
3. pangarap ka (yeah, I know, can't help it...(sheepish grin))

three things you want in a relationship:
1. attraction
2. honesty
3. spontaneity

three lies and truths in no particular order:
lies:
1. I'm a control freak
2. People are predictable & consistent
3. Impartial judgment

truths:
1. I'm a book whore
2. I truly believe in God
3. Ignorance is bliss

three physical things about the opposite sex that appeals to you:
1. height
2. expressive eyes
3. a nice set of white teeth

three of your favorite hobbies:
1. reading with legs stretched on a stool
2. watching tv with legs stretched on the center table
3. book hunting

three things you want to do really badly now:
1. have my long-delayed, well-deserved vacation
2. look for and live in my own place
3. learn a new language

three careers you're considering/you've considered:
1. entrepreneur
2. bookstore personnel
3. freelance researcher-writer

three places you want to go on vacation:
1. Ilocos Norte, Philippines
2. Venice, France
3. New York, USA

three kid's names you like:
1. Sonja
2. Diwata
3. Santi

three things you want to do before you die:
1. travel the world with my family
2. make my dream biz come true
3. create a written work I'd truly be proud of (not necessarily publish it)

three ways that you are stereotypically a girl:
1. I'm chismosa
2. It takes me an hour or more to dress up
3. I'm overly-sensitive


three ways that you are stereotypically a boy:
1. I don't wear make-up
2. I like looking at other girls' polished nails (and I don't like polishing my nails)
3. I think Angelina Jolie and Lindsay Lohan (not the post-Mean Girls LL, ok) are vixens (rawr!!!)

three celeb crushes:
1. Eric Szmanda
2. Brad Pitt
3. Edward Norton

my turn to tag...
1. Jenix
2. Tin-Tin
3. Ina

Plugging muna: Waiter Rant

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