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So I enabled Google to transliterate my page on the settings option page, thinking that Hindi readers can finally read my page in the offchance that they pass by it... but I didn't realize it would change my English to Hindi and hinder me from reading this page myself. LOL

Last week I had six different companies interview me. The first one gave back an unfavorable response, I then had three "yes", and I'm still "waiting" for the last two. Nonetheless I have already signed with one company whom I believe gives the best benefits among the three offer sheets at hand.

The first time I got turned down, I felt really sad. The first time I got hired I felt really ecstactic.

Its been a roller coaster week.

Time for Change

For the most part, I think this is one of those rare seasons where I actually religiously update my blog. I guess it helps when you are comfortable about who is reading it. Yes, its public and anyone can actually access it but at the same time it still affords me this semblance of privacy giving me this warm cozy feeling in time knowing that this place is hardly visited.

I made my decision. I'll still wait for that offer but I wont just stand here and wait. I will still wait while working. At this point I need to do it before I feel harassed by all these people who keep on asking what am I doing with my life now. I am beginning to dread questions of inquiry as much as a single lady who trying to avoid quips about her becoming an old maid.

I didn't like Barack Obama before because he only talked about the need for change but he did not specify the direction or steps on how to do it. It is one thing to spout of platitudes, but another to actually make it happen, and this is why I don't really trust him to be able to make things better. In fact, I am betting that he'll die for being able to do anytrhing of real importance, just for making the White House turn black.

Okay, I'll stop before I start digressing too much again

Mixed Emotions

You know what is worse than being turned down outrightly so, its being made to wait. Waiting puts you in a position of inaction. You cannot do anything to help the situation or to move on from the situation. If you get a yes, hurrah, if you get a no, then you reflect a bit then move on. When you're told to wait, sometimes the only thing you can do is wear a hole through your carpet.

Hindi ko na alam kung makakaya ko pa
Di bale na lang kaya
Ako pa ba kaya ang nasa puso niya
Di bale na lang kaya
Ngunit mahal ko siya
......
Ngayon araw-araw lumilipas ang panahon
Kalimutan ko siya'y malayo sa isip ko

Blessings in Disguise?

Before I used to run an internal monologue through my head while traveling, especially during traffic, and I always swore that I’d jot those thoughts down to my blog once I get home, but somehow whenever I do that, they never sound like the thoughts running through my head at that time. So now I proposed to myself, I should only start digressing when I am about to blog. That way, I can save myself some brain effort from thinking about the same thing twice, and it will come out the way as the thoughts riffled through my head.

I saw Samantha Brown’s show today at Discovery Travel and Living channel. She featured a trip to the beer brewery which produced the beer named Kate, alluded to Katherine the Great, which was ranked as number two in the world beer awards. So while she was in a drinking session with the overseer and the owner of the brewery she mentioned that she remembers when the company was founded and started a pub in New England. In 1991, when the pub was newly opened she tried to get a job there as a waitress and was turned down. Cool that she now hosts her own show and goes back to do a feature about it, eh? Relating to my own life, I’d like to think about my brief stint in applying for EP and them not getting me in as a blessing. I just wonder what is in store for me.

Then there was also this person to whom I was attracted to because of hair color. Good thing I did not involve myself in anything serious considering that this person actually tells people that relationships are for fun. Go play Nintendo and stop wasting my time. Jerk.

“If life is a path then jobs have been the little holes that I’ve
fallen in along the way because I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

- mil millington

All you need is love... for apparently it is not enough!

All you need is love… for apparently it is not enough.

Of course there is the usual argument that love is not enough to buy your baby diapers so why stay together, but apparently there are cases when love when its purest form is not enough because it was not able to prevent this Mil Millington from making a fortune about his estranged relationship by writing Things my girlfriend and I fought about, published in eight languages. Hmm, and they say guys have trouble expressing themselves and their emotions - after reading this blog I sure do not think so!

I was looking at the living costs in Singapore because I was feeling optimistic about my recent job interview. Who knows, maybe the next time you here from me, I’ll be typing away my homesickness and my dilemma on who will wash my clothes now that I am living independently and have to do the chores. It is exciting and absolutely terrifying. The last time I cleaned up after myself (really I am capable of doing it if I have no one to do it for me since I have become accustomed to clean surroundings after leaving with clean freaks for so long) is when I had a roomate who was messy enough to scare my guy friend who is messy too. So anyway, I ended up looking at this website about expatriate American guys married to Filipinas. There was this guy on this forum who was thinking of a way out with his wife because she has turned into a jealous psycho because he cannot keep his dick in his pants and has no shame about it. Yes, apparently the wife is such the bad guy here.

I love my God, and I do believe in miracles. Right now I am looking at the TV coverage of the Black Nazarene procession and I couldn’t help but think do I not love him enough because I do not make the effort to actually stop by Quiapo and join the procession of people that has around 1.4 million attendees and only 900 policemen on dispatch? Let me stop there before I say something blasphemous.