Saying yes would mean:
- giving up all my Saturdays -- on second thought, I bum on Saturdays and no regular night-outs, so its really giving up a free day. On a more specific note, this would mean I cannot be out all day in mall, no Saturday lunches with friends, and no house-hopping. And no, TGIF's
- waking up at 6 everyday -- maybe this means time to grow up. I guess the real grown up life doesn't exactly start the day at 10.
- paying taxes -- which would mean I will be earning. It sucks how earning manages to blur your choices. I think of the books and the shoes and the nice things, and in a moment of weakness (and should I add materialism), everything seems right with the world.
- being a non-liability to the government -- productive, able citizen
- being out of the house
- settling? or stepping up?
- meeting new people
- being too scared to say no and wait some more
- putting 177 to practice -- excites and scares me both at the same time
- reporting to the "NOT easy" boss
- giving up the @internship
- growing up -- well.
Saying no would mean
- staying stuck in the house
- going back to crossing my fingers something good comes along
- getting to bead at 10 in the morning
- sleeping at 3 in the morning -- in an attempt to zoom to OTH season 3 :P
- getting to go anywhere, anytime -- although the fact that I'm not earning kind of nullifies this one.
- being able to jump rope any time I want -- and pop in the exercise tape (doesn't happen a lot, so not a problem, really)
- opening that chance of flying out again
- waiting -- testing my frayed patience, all possible ways
- I'm not really sure
It's been a struggle really -- between the heat at home and that teeny flicker of hope in my heart that all I need is a little more decent time to find square one of my (big badass) career, here or in another country. It's a tiring waiting game, and even if I say patience is my best virtue, it still gets to me. And then I get this phone call and then all of a sudden I have a clear option.
Second interview and I am an hour late. I would like to think this is uncharacteristic of me, but moving out of the shadow of being late rather unsuccessfully, gets in the way. I get interviewed by this guy who kinda scared me I forgot that he was actually missing some teeth. I was a bit shaken and I guess it showed for a while that he was able to successfully intimidate me. He got to throw things at me like, "Whatever happened to focus?" and "What is wrong with you UP people?" (btw, he, incidentally, is from Ateneo) and most importantly, "I am NOT an easy boss. I have 20 years of marketing experience to back me up and that is what you have to contend with."
And the kid sits there like a drowning duckling, flailing like crazy. Not good -- or so I thought. Amazingly, I got an offer.
Yes and no never felt this difficult. On the one hand, I get a job. But not less than a year in a job that will eat up all my Saturdays, pretty much my entire life, I'm not very sure. I wish I was more decisive.
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The domestic goddess art and cooking program is still on and my latest creation are yema balls. They're pretty much pastillas, only this time I was able to shape them into decent-looking candies.
This picture makes them look like oily fishballs on stunted sticks, but they're goood :)
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I was trying to look up Avid's project365 multiply the other day and I stumbled upon this site encouraging people to start their own daily a-day-in-the-life-of project. It's an interesting way of chronicling everyday life. All you have to do is take one picture for everyday and post on your blog/personal site.
I missed my camera on our Divisoria day. Sayang, it sure would've been an interesting first post. Anyway, I'll start with a picture of my second batch of blue-clad polvoron. Still as good as the first, but this time in a prettier bright blue wrapper.
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Since when did we become this circus? It is interesting to add that this circus is neither funny nor amusing. Said the kid with many issues.
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Nakiki- I-think-I'm-on-the-same-boat lang:
Photo credit: PostSecret
