Today was the start of Safety and Compliance training and it felt so good to be able to change into jumpsuits instead of the never ending business wear. The training center felt a little empty though, with the Japanese and Chinese OSC (Overseas Crew) batch having graduated last week. And the mixed OSC batch (composed of Vietnamese, Thai and Uzbek) were nowhere in sight. They'll be graduating next week; so maybe they're on the OJT flight or something.
The Theory of Flight instructor said we're the last OSC batch for this year so I guess we'd be seeing just Koreans from now on--if we even see new batches. To our surprise, interviews were ongoing today, and yea, Korean girls. OMG they're so pretty! Flawless skin and all.
I was able to open (and close) a Boeing 737 door today. Grabe, super heavy. I don't know why they hire female flight attendants! Hehe.
And for the second night we had sinigang for dinner, courtesy of my roommate Precious, who bought it from a carinderia near [their] Iglesia ni Cristo church.
The uniforms came today, except the shoes and the scarf. And pretty soon those would follow along with the trolley and bag. Hopefully! :)
Had a test regarding airport codes today and I gotta run coz I have two tests tomorrow. Life.
Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Saturday, July 29, 2006
Shoe Shopping
The black pumps that I brought from the Philippines weren't the right one (they said the heels were too thick) so I have to buy another pair here. The dilemma was finding a pair according to their specifications. And cheap. The nearby mall offers a pair for around 84,000 won (around 4,200 pesos) and the weekly allowance is only 140,000 won!
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Anyway most of us slept the whole morning, but I got up by 8.30 and headed for the hotel resto but there wasn't any food. I asked the waitress if there's no breakfast on weekends. It turned out they only serve bread and juice on weekends; maybe because most would rather catch more sleep than eat. So there I was in an empty resto with my favorite mug and slices of bread (my roommate wouldn't get up).
After breakfast I headed back to our room--606--and guess what, I soaked myself in a hot tub! Yey ultimate stress relief! And with earphones plugged, I'm in heaven. Well, almost. :) I actually warned my roommate that I sing when I'm on my mp3 player.
As I got off the tub I asked my roommate if the housekeeping personnel had come while I was, uh, away. They hadn't so I got dressed and proceeded to look for them (calling them won't make any progress, with the very little Korean I know) and out of the corner of the hallway came the front desk agent informing us that we're moving to the eighth floor. The Japanese trainees have graduated so the better rooms are now available. I wondered if better is actually better.
Me and my roommate Precious re-packed our bags/suitcases and I headed for the eighth. Same location, same floor area, different beds. The former had a double and a single and now we have two singles so we had more floor space. I got the housekeeping personnel to remove the single couch that they'd squeezed in between the beds for more space. Then instead of parallel beds I re-layout-ed it. :)
So excited about the pc so I tried it at once and was so happy that we got a better one, really. I was able to download YM for me and Chikka for my roommate.
And this is why I have this long post instead of a hurried one at the business center. Bow.
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Right after we settled down, Bianca called me to ask me if I want to go shoe shopping at some place that looks Divi. I agreed and then off we went. We took a cab to Hwagok station of Line 5 subway (they have so many subway lines, confusing!) and took the subway til Singil station. Then transferred to Line 1 to go to Seoul station. Then walked for around 10 minutes til we reached the place. (I forgot what it's called.)
Among the tiangges we reached someplace that looks a bit like a mall and shopped for a good pair and after 15minutes they closed down. 5 o'clock! OMG. Jila panicked and bought the pair she last fitted even if it was one size smaller than what she needs. It was 35,000 won.
Me and Bianca felt really bad about spending so much to get there and not being able to buy any. We shopped around the tiangges and got into a nicer store where Bianca was offered a pair for 55,000 won. I knew I needed to buy a pair so that our little adventure won't be useless but still I can't get myself to pay so much for something to be used for just around a month or so.
So while Bianca was waiting for the pair of her size, I went out and scanned different stores. One was on sale for just 8,000 per pair so I thought there must be something lower than 30. (I didn't find shoes in that 8000 won store, they're more on sandals) I was getting depressed and most stalls are really starting to pack up and we started tracing back our steps, frequently stopping at some shoe stores.
I was feeling hopeless but still tried when I got into this one store and found one and was asked for 25,000 won for it. I was having second thoughts. Then I tried, uh, my lola's greatest talent: asking for a discount. I gave my price, 20,000 won (1000 pesos) but he wanted 23,000 so I pleaded but he won't give it to me. So I handed over the shoes and he said, "Okay, okay. 20." Hahahaa. Charm.
As he was wrapping up the deal and wrapping my shoes as well, I said, "In Philippines, 20 thousand, expensive!" (Excuse my English coz this is how I said it, really. You know, you just need to give the key words or else they won't understand you at all.) I added, "I buy only 10 thousand." [big smile here] And he goes, "10 thousand, China. Korea, 20." [his big smile here] Haha.
Anyway, the three of us felt the achievement that we were able to go through that. Taking public transportation and all. We ended our "achievement" with a slice of fresh and sweet watermelon for 500 won.
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Anyway most of us slept the whole morning, but I got up by 8.30 and headed for the hotel resto but there wasn't any food. I asked the waitress if there's no breakfast on weekends. It turned out they only serve bread and juice on weekends; maybe because most would rather catch more sleep than eat. So there I was in an empty resto with my favorite mug and slices of bread (my roommate wouldn't get up).
After breakfast I headed back to our room--606--and guess what, I soaked myself in a hot tub! Yey ultimate stress relief! And with earphones plugged, I'm in heaven. Well, almost. :) I actually warned my roommate that I sing when I'm on my mp3 player.
As I got off the tub I asked my roommate if the housekeeping personnel had come while I was, uh, away. They hadn't so I got dressed and proceeded to look for them (calling them won't make any progress, with the very little Korean I know) and out of the corner of the hallway came the front desk agent informing us that we're moving to the eighth floor. The Japanese trainees have graduated so the better rooms are now available. I wondered if better is actually better.
Me and my roommate Precious re-packed our bags/suitcases and I headed for the eighth. Same location, same floor area, different beds. The former had a double and a single and now we have two singles so we had more floor space. I got the housekeeping personnel to remove the single couch that they'd squeezed in between the beds for more space. Then instead of parallel beds I re-layout-ed it. :)
So excited about the pc so I tried it at once and was so happy that we got a better one, really. I was able to download YM for me and Chikka for my roommate.
And this is why I have this long post instead of a hurried one at the business center. Bow.
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Right after we settled down, Bianca called me to ask me if I want to go shoe shopping at some place that looks Divi. I agreed and then off we went. We took a cab to Hwagok station of Line 5 subway (they have so many subway lines, confusing!) and took the subway til Singil station. Then transferred to Line 1 to go to Seoul station. Then walked for around 10 minutes til we reached the place. (I forgot what it's called.)
Among the tiangges we reached someplace that looks a bit like a mall and shopped for a good pair and after 15minutes they closed down. 5 o'clock! OMG. Jila panicked and bought the pair she last fitted even if it was one size smaller than what she needs. It was 35,000 won.
Me and Bianca felt really bad about spending so much to get there and not being able to buy any. We shopped around the tiangges and got into a nicer store where Bianca was offered a pair for 55,000 won. I knew I needed to buy a pair so that our little adventure won't be useless but still I can't get myself to pay so much for something to be used for just around a month or so.
So while Bianca was waiting for the pair of her size, I went out and scanned different stores. One was on sale for just 8,000 per pair so I thought there must be something lower than 30. (I didn't find shoes in that 8000 won store, they're more on sandals) I was getting depressed and most stalls are really starting to pack up and we started tracing back our steps, frequently stopping at some shoe stores.
I was feeling hopeless but still tried when I got into this one store and found one and was asked for 25,000 won for it. I was having second thoughts. Then I tried, uh, my lola's greatest talent: asking for a discount. I gave my price, 20,000 won (1000 pesos) but he wanted 23,000 so I pleaded but he won't give it to me. So I handed over the shoes and he said, "Okay, okay. 20." Hahahaa. Charm.
As he was wrapping up the deal and wrapping my shoes as well, I said, "In Philippines, 20 thousand, expensive!" (Excuse my English coz this is how I said it, really. You know, you just need to give the key words or else they won't understand you at all.) I added, "I buy only 10 thousand." [big smile here] And he goes, "10 thousand, China. Korea, 20." [his big smile here] Haha.
Anyway, the three of us felt the achievement that we were able to go through that. Taking public transportation and all. We ended our "achievement" with a slice of fresh and sweet watermelon for 500 won.
Friday, July 28, 2006
I hate memorization
If ever I become very busy for the next three weeks, it's coz Safety & Compliance training will start by Monday.
120 hours. 15 days. 18 subjects. 20 tests. 10 textbooks to memorize.
Will blog longer tomorrow.
120 hours. 15 days. 18 subjects. 20 tests. 10 textbooks to memorize.
Will blog longer tomorrow.
Wednesday, July 26, 2006
Culture shock
Yey I'm lucky I got off the shuttle first today so I dashed to the Biz Center right away. hehe. Today we're really lucky we got dismissed by 6.00 when most of the time we go home by 6.30. Go back to the hotel, I mean.
Makeup class was again a disaster, when some of the makeup items we bought weren't allowed as well. And the shades. Argh.
What's more disappointing is that they reprimand us for some actions that are offensive to their culture when we don't even know that what we're doing is offensive. Take for example, crossing your arms. They get mad. And I'm thinking, back in Navotas I tell my 5-year old cousin to cross his arms if I want him to behave. And today, Jackie got scolded when she handed the cutter over to our adviser using just one hand.
I mean, they should explain it first before getting all mad. They are sensitive about their culture, they should be sensitive with ours as well.
Tin, I hope you'd be onboard one of our planes when I become a cabin crew. I'll give all the extras that you need ;P
They're super strict. Super strict. Super strict. This introductory week is supposed to be the easiest pa nga eh! We'll start having Korean lessons tomorrow; at least we won't have to make sign language everytime we buy from a convenience store or something.
Argh I still haven't bought the required shoes. The one we saw was 84,000 Won. Aw cmon! And I haven't perfected applying the required bright red nail polish. Gawsh.
Miss you all. Looking forward to my OJT flight to Manila.
Makeup class was again a disaster, when some of the makeup items we bought weren't allowed as well. And the shades. Argh.
What's more disappointing is that they reprimand us for some actions that are offensive to their culture when we don't even know that what we're doing is offensive. Take for example, crossing your arms. They get mad. And I'm thinking, back in Navotas I tell my 5-year old cousin to cross his arms if I want him to behave. And today, Jackie got scolded when she handed the cutter over to our adviser using just one hand.
I mean, they should explain it first before getting all mad. They are sensitive about their culture, they should be sensitive with ours as well.
Tin, I hope you'd be onboard one of our planes when I become a cabin crew. I'll give all the extras that you need ;P
They're super strict. Super strict. Super strict. This introductory week is supposed to be the easiest pa nga eh! We'll start having Korean lessons tomorrow; at least we won't have to make sign language everytime we buy from a convenience store or something.
Argh I still haven't bought the required shoes. The one we saw was 84,000 Won. Aw cmon! And I haven't perfected applying the required bright red nail polish. Gawsh.
Miss you all. Looking forward to my OJT flight to Manila.
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
Toxic
Niko, this isn't my first logon from Seoul. My room's pc is very much virus infected and hundred of popups appear everytime so it's giving me a hard time to chat, laging naghahang.
No, it's not 100k salary, less than. Middle eastern airlines get those. Di naman sila makakauwi for one year. Kami yata every month at least a couple of days.
Thanks everyone... Will tell Song Hye Kyo if I see her.
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Bad trip, sobrang toxic dito, my first three days seemed like two months already. We get up and leave and arrive home with nothing in mind but to sleep, but we can't. Workaholic yung mga Koreans so laging extended training hours namin til 6.30 although the sched says 5.00. And travel time pa to and fro the training center.
Before we left we were told to bring makeup kits with us so I went on a shopping spree. And then today in our makeup class they tell us that some of the things weren't what they wanted us to use. Kasi naman bakit di nalang inispecify beforehand. We went on panic buying again at one of the malls, using our daily allowances. Gad I spent 30,000 Won for that! Bad trip.
Ang taas taas pala ng standards nitong airline na to. Kaya sobrang hirap. Not to mention culture and the very hard to understand English nila.
Gusto ko na yata umuwi! Kung di lang nakakapanghinayang. Anyway I won't shempre naman. Joke lang yun. Haha.
Send me a line. I need you to cheer me up. Please? :) Kahit email sa Gmail ko or comment na lang dito.
I'm on a rush nandito kase ko sa Business center ng hotel, dami pang gagamit. Haay.
No, it's not 100k salary, less than. Middle eastern airlines get those. Di naman sila makakauwi for one year. Kami yata every month at least a couple of days.
Thanks everyone... Will tell Song Hye Kyo if I see her.
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Bad trip, sobrang toxic dito, my first three days seemed like two months already. We get up and leave and arrive home with nothing in mind but to sleep, but we can't. Workaholic yung mga Koreans so laging extended training hours namin til 6.30 although the sched says 5.00. And travel time pa to and fro the training center.
Before we left we were told to bring makeup kits with us so I went on a shopping spree. And then today in our makeup class they tell us that some of the things weren't what they wanted us to use. Kasi naman bakit di nalang inispecify beforehand. We went on panic buying again at one of the malls, using our daily allowances. Gad I spent 30,000 Won for that! Bad trip.
Ang taas taas pala ng standards nitong airline na to. Kaya sobrang hirap. Not to mention culture and the very hard to understand English nila.
Gusto ko na yata umuwi! Kung di lang nakakapanghinayang. Anyway I won't shempre naman. Joke lang yun. Haha.
Send me a line. I need you to cheer me up. Please? :) Kahit email sa Gmail ko or comment na lang dito.
I'm on a rush nandito kase ko sa Business center ng hotel, dami pang gagamit. Haay.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
Climax
Whew! After so much drama I'm now on the climax of "fulfilling my dreams." For some it's already the happy ending, but the truth is, it's not. (Am I making sense?)
Okay so I got the flight attendant job (or the training) for Asiana. We had our pre-departure orientation Friday afternoon and the shock was unbelievable. We're leaving on Sunday afternoon! Gawd. That leaves me, what, one day to buy everything, plan everything and pack everything. Most of my colleagues have their suitcases packed already while my jaw dropped at the thought that I don't even have a suitcase yet! Talk about cramming. And panic buying.
Sadly, I had to back out from our supposed reunion with my college friends--makikifiesta dapat kami sa Kawit. And inasmuch as I wanted time for the thought of leaving in a matter of 48 hours to sink in, I don't have time. Instant shopping at Megamall. Of course that's after office hours already so I wasn't really able to shop. And I was wearing heels for goodness sake! I never go on a shopping spree with heels on, always in rubber shoes.
Well, that panic shopping would continue tomorrow. But for now, I'm done with informing all my friends. I got mixed reactions, really.
Sadness. Coz I'm leaving so soon, nary a time for goodbyes nor even a despedida party for tomorrow will be spent packing and family time.
Happiness. Thank you to all the people who were so happy that I'm fulfilling my dreams at a very early stage.
Pride. Especially from my blockmates, I guess I made them feel proud that we finally (or so I think) have a flight attendant from our section. And it's really a tough industry, [me and my classmates] know that.
Comic reactions. Princess wanted me to kiss Rain if ever I see him. Sir Kiel wants to say hi to Lee Dong Wok (Julian in My Girl). Sarie for Jenny of Endless Love. And who votes for Jodi and Cholo? Haha. Koreanovela invasion!
I'm overwhelmed, really. And Niko even made that post about me leaving. And the bestest e-friend actually feeling sad about this. Aw.
I want to thank all of you. But most importantly, God. I've been praying like crazy. And bribing God. (Take that!) I promised God that my first 100,000 pesos salary would go to Maverick, my second cousin who was diagnosed of Leukemia a week ago. He's twelve.
If I'm leaving some people clueless, I'm leaving for Seoul on Sunday for the nine-week intensive training. I'd surely try to make time for my online activities. To all of those who have my mobile phone number, please don't delete it. I'll try to use it again once I get back. For the meantime, you may reach me thru my email address(es) and Friendster account.
Hope I could rename this blog Flight Attendant Diaries after that nine weeks. *fingers crossed*
Okay so I got the flight attendant job (or the training) for Asiana. We had our pre-departure orientation Friday afternoon and the shock was unbelievable. We're leaving on Sunday afternoon! Gawd. That leaves me, what, one day to buy everything, plan everything and pack everything. Most of my colleagues have their suitcases packed already while my jaw dropped at the thought that I don't even have a suitcase yet! Talk about cramming. And panic buying.
Sadly, I had to back out from our supposed reunion with my college friends--makikifiesta dapat kami sa Kawit. And inasmuch as I wanted time for the thought of leaving in a matter of 48 hours to sink in, I don't have time. Instant shopping at Megamall. Of course that's after office hours already so I wasn't really able to shop. And I was wearing heels for goodness sake! I never go on a shopping spree with heels on, always in rubber shoes.
Well, that panic shopping would continue tomorrow. But for now, I'm done with informing all my friends. I got mixed reactions, really.
Sadness. Coz I'm leaving so soon, nary a time for goodbyes nor even a despedida party for tomorrow will be spent packing and family time.
Happiness. Thank you to all the people who were so happy that I'm fulfilling my dreams at a very early stage.
Pride. Especially from my blockmates, I guess I made them feel proud that we finally (or so I think) have a flight attendant from our section. And it's really a tough industry, [me and my classmates] know that.
Comic reactions. Princess wanted me to kiss Rain if ever I see him. Sir Kiel wants to say hi to Lee Dong Wok (Julian in My Girl). Sarie for Jenny of Endless Love. And who votes for Jodi and Cholo? Haha. Koreanovela invasion!
I'm overwhelmed, really. And Niko even made that post about me leaving. And the bestest e-friend actually feeling sad about this. Aw.
I want to thank all of you. But most importantly, God. I've been praying like crazy. And bribing God. (Take that!) I promised God that my first 100,000 pesos salary would go to Maverick, my second cousin who was diagnosed of Leukemia a week ago. He's twelve.
If I'm leaving some people clueless, I'm leaving for Seoul on Sunday for the nine-week intensive training. I'd surely try to make time for my online activities. To all of those who have my mobile phone number, please don't delete it. I'll try to use it again once I get back. For the meantime, you may reach me thru my email address(es) and Friendster account.
Hope I could rename this blog Flight Attendant Diaries after that nine weeks. *fingers crossed*
Thursday, July 20, 2006
O genki desu ka?
Kuya came home last night and gave me and my sister a Hello Kitty something (uh, those things hanging from your mobile phones) from Kimi, his Japanese co-worker at the hotel. We called her up and I racked my brains to remember my basic Nihongo lessons during second year college. She was impressed that I opened up with, "Moshi-moshi Kimi-san!" [Hello Miss Kimi!] and thanked her with, "Domo arigatoo gozaimasu!" [Thank you very much!] She told my kuya (in broken Tagalog) "Magaling!"
So who exactly are those guys on one of my older posts? While most of them look familiar, I'd still want to give you the answers.
A free plug goes to Tin, the Pretty Beachlover, for that undeniably wonderful layout.
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So who exactly are those guys on one of my older posts? While most of them look familiar, I'd still want to give you the answers.
Drew Arellano. He's so ideal to me. An all-in-one package: sense of humor, brains and good looks! He rose to fame from the Pare commercial and has since been doing hosting stints. I particularly loved Wazzup Wazzup of course, with Drew being the Pambansang Bulol or something. He's my only celeb crush, all others are just cute. Drew's gorgeous! *wide toothed grin*
Alex Band. The lead vocalist of The Calling, he now pursues other [solo] projects though the band wasn't disbanded. They're "on hiatus," according to their site.
Trent Ford. Best known from the movie How to Deal with Mandy Moore. He's half American, half English.
Chad Michael Murray. I can't remember where I first saw him, maybe on A Cinderella Story opposite Hilary Duff, or Freaky Friday opposite Lindsay Lohan. Presently, he's on One Tree Hill, though I don't like his hair this season. (I don't know which season is currently being aired.)
Steven Strait. Unbelievably adorable on Undiscovered, which I've seen on VCD, which I rented just out of curiosity that Ashlee Simpson is in that movie as well.
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A free plug goes to Tin, the Pretty Beachlover, for that undeniably wonderful layout.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Garbage Collector
[Long post ahead.]
Was trying to tidy up my closet when I realized that I'm a garbage collector. Well, sort of. I save a lot of "memorable" stuff or something from a memorable event. Beneath my closet is my Nostalgia Drawer, containing three shoeboxes and a lot of unclassified stuff.
First shoebox contains everything from my former bestfriend. We have different circle of friends and we're in different year levels (she was a senior and I was in junior high that time) so we rarely had time for chats. Therefore, a couple of years' worth of letters--minimum.
A bigger second shoebox holds all other letters from all my other friends. In my highschool it was not uncommon to write to friends for no reason. We even wrote notes while classes are ongoing! Even in college, we had "conversations" on paper--a more discreet way of chatting--even if we're seatmates! (In case you're wondering what we chat about, it's as simple as where to have lunch to as serious as break-ups. We do this more often during boring classes. Girl thing!)
Inside the third box are stuff from romance-related people. It's the emptiest box. Haha. Anyway I have not just cards, but some cinema tickets, even petals, a tag from a jacket I bought for a boyfriend, etc. (I'm too shy to state everything I have in there ;P)
Not to be outdone, my mobile phone also has sentimental garbage (Becky, allow me to borrow that phrase). My Globe SIM has two inboxes so the second was used to store those messages. (And because I'm a loser and I have nothing to do, I'll post 'em here.)
Was trying to tidy up my closet when I realized that I'm a garbage collector. Well, sort of. I save a lot of "memorable" stuff or something from a memorable event. Beneath my closet is my Nostalgia Drawer, containing three shoeboxes and a lot of unclassified stuff.
First shoebox contains everything from my former bestfriend. We have different circle of friends and we're in different year levels (she was a senior and I was in junior high that time) so we rarely had time for chats. Therefore, a couple of years' worth of letters--minimum.
A bigger second shoebox holds all other letters from all my other friends. In my highschool it was not uncommon to write to friends for no reason. We even wrote notes while classes are ongoing! Even in college, we had "conversations" on paper--a more discreet way of chatting--even if we're seatmates! (In case you're wondering what we chat about, it's as simple as where to have lunch to as serious as break-ups. We do this more often during boring classes. Girl thing!)
Inside the third box are stuff from romance-related people. It's the emptiest box. Haha. Anyway I have not just cards, but some cinema tickets, even petals, a tag from a jacket I bought for a boyfriend, etc. (I'm too shy to state everything I have in there ;P)
Not to be outdone, my mobile phone also has sentimental garbage (Becky, allow me to borrow that phrase). My Globe SIM has two inboxes so the second was used to store those messages. (And because I'm a loser and I have nothing to do, I'll post 'em here.)
I called you (6) time/s on 01/10/06 at 22:14.Okay so that ain't exactly a message, but a callback alert from somebody worried, intently trying to reach me but my phone was switched off (I was at work).
Sender: unknown@ (10-01-2006 23:48:32)
Thank you, its been great getting to know you. Definitely see you again some day!From my Aussie friend, Luci Macdonald--who I met during my internship at the Australian Embassy--minutes after she checked in at the airport on the way home to NSW.
Sender: Luci (30-06-2005 10:35:49)
Why I saved this message? Coz it took so much courage to send this, he wasn't the type who'd say something like this. He always pointed out that I have the hugest eerie eyes, so this was different.
nklimutan ko pong sbihin n lang nagbgo syo, mgnda k p rin. :)
Sent: 21-03-2005 15:09:17
Ur my gft frm God..Sue me for being cheesy, but I remembered I almost cried when I read this. Dre, by the way, is my then-boyfriend. I saved it coz I loved how he had incorporated faith/God.
Sender: Dre (27-12-2003 15:22:14)
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
Guy hunting
Seems like food can't cheer me up lately so I'd just go guy hunting over the net again. But before I post more pics of whoever, let me give you the answers on my previous guess who post.
First was Jamie King, I'm sorry I wasn't able to get good photos of him eventhough I went through his official website. Anyway, he's one of the judges on Dance Fever. He's a choreographer, and has done Madonna and Ricky Martin videos (and concerts), to name a few. I love guys who dance really well. *sheepish smile*
Next up. Andrea. Yea, a girly name. He seems to have very few photos on the net as well, this is the best I could come up with. Or maybe all his photos are copyrighted. It took me so long to find a not-stolen-shot photo of him. Oh, did I mention he's a prince? That's the young Prince Andrea Casarighi of Monaco.
And lastly, the giveaway, Brandon Routh. Uh, just about Superman Returns.
Here goes today's load. Nobody too unrecognizable here, most are movie stars.
I can't get myself to put Ryan Philippe. And I'm not really into the "hall of fame hearthrobs" like Brad Pitt, Keanu Reeves or Tom Cruise. So who am I missing here? Hmmm... (Of course I meant to ask the ladies out there.)
First was Jamie King, I'm sorry I wasn't able to get good photos of him eventhough I went through his official website. Anyway, he's one of the judges on Dance Fever. He's a choreographer, and has done Madonna and Ricky Martin videos (and concerts), to name a few. I love guys who dance really well. *sheepish smile*
Next up. Andrea. Yea, a girly name. He seems to have very few photos on the net as well, this is the best I could come up with. Or maybe all his photos are copyrighted. It took me so long to find a not-stolen-shot photo of him. Oh, did I mention he's a prince? That's the young Prince Andrea Casarighi of Monaco.
And lastly, the giveaway, Brandon Routh. Uh, just about Superman Returns.
Here goes today's load. Nobody too unrecognizable here, most are movie stars.
I can't get myself to put Ryan Philippe. And I'm not really into the "hall of fame hearthrobs" like Brad Pitt, Keanu Reeves or Tom Cruise. So who am I missing here? Hmmm... (Of course I meant to ask the ladies out there.)
Monday, July 17, 2006
Bee happy? Not.
I'm having a sinking feeling today. I was actually on my bed trying to sleep but it's like I had this super moodswing that I feel so sad. Or low.
Though I had everything I wanted from Jollibee--for my sister had a lot delivered to our doorstep (hey, they deliver everything now, like the TVC says) as her birthday lunch, so of course I had spaghetti, mushroom and cheese burger, sundae and fries--it didn't lift my spirits. Not a bit. Bee happy? Not.
We're a modernly traditional family so we had to wait 'til everybody was home before we had the birthday dinner. In our family, if it's your birthday, you decide on everything on that day: activities, food, celebrations, etc. Since it's a working day, Mika decided to have a dinner instead, with all the Japanese food that she always craves for. Defying the chosen cuisine, there were birthday must-haves of course: cake and noodles. The chocolate mousse said, Happy birthday Mommy! Love, Yana in bright red, and number candles proudly announcing that she's nineteen now. Lovely. It's her first birthday with Yana.
As I'm gobbling up tons of wasabi-dipped sashimi I can't help but think that this is the week that I might be waiting for--more like dreading--the most. The medical results should be out by this week, and according to the receptionist at the medical/diagnostic center, the physician did not mark me Fit to Work due to my dermatological condition, and they have forwarded the results to the company. So I'm like 70% sure that I won't make it. Just how Heidi Klum always says on my favorite reality show, "it's either you're in, or you're out."
Though I'm most probably on the "out" list, I can't get myself to start all over again and apply for different companies again, whether through Jobstreet or on newspaper classifieds. I'm probably waiting for the company's I-regret-to-inform-you email notifying me to drop by their office to pick-up my passport. Something like a closure. Ayii, parang sa relationships haha.
Dad says I've got to find more dermatologists, that at least two or three of them should be able to give me the same verdict. (Recap: I've seen three already, all with different versions as to what my derma condition is.) Maybe I'll discuss the latest one on my next post.
To my greatest e-friend: Yea I am glad you are online. Really.
Though I had everything I wanted from Jollibee--for my sister had a lot delivered to our doorstep (hey, they deliver everything now, like the TVC says) as her birthday lunch, so of course I had spaghetti, mushroom and cheese burger, sundae and fries--it didn't lift my spirits. Not a bit. Bee happy? Not.
We're a modernly traditional family so we had to wait 'til everybody was home before we had the birthday dinner. In our family, if it's your birthday, you decide on everything on that day: activities, food, celebrations, etc. Since it's a working day, Mika decided to have a dinner instead, with all the Japanese food that she always craves for. Defying the chosen cuisine, there were birthday must-haves of course: cake and noodles. The chocolate mousse said, Happy birthday Mommy! Love, Yana in bright red, and number candles proudly announcing that she's nineteen now. Lovely. It's her first birthday with Yana.
As I'm gobbling up tons of wasabi-dipped sashimi I can't help but think that this is the week that I might be waiting for--more like dreading--the most. The medical results should be out by this week, and according to the receptionist at the medical/diagnostic center, the physician did not mark me Fit to Work due to my dermatological condition, and they have forwarded the results to the company. So I'm like 70% sure that I won't make it. Just how Heidi Klum always says on my favorite reality show, "it's either you're in, or you're out."
Though I'm most probably on the "out" list, I can't get myself to start all over again and apply for different companies again, whether through Jobstreet or on newspaper classifieds. I'm probably waiting for the company's I-regret-to-inform-you email notifying me to drop by their office to pick-up my passport. Something like a closure. Ayii, parang sa relationships haha.
Dad says I've got to find more dermatologists, that at least two or three of them should be able to give me the same verdict. (Recap: I've seen three already, all with different versions as to what my derma condition is.) Maybe I'll discuss the latest one on my next post.
To my greatest e-friend: Yea I am glad you are online. Really.
Friday, July 14, 2006
Stormy cuteness
It's raining and flooding like crazy (hey, I'm in Navotas!) so what do I do? Nothing. Be a loser and get glued on TV and surfing the net. So I try and found photos of some people-- uh, cute ones in particular. Haha. Guess whom I'm gonna marry soon? Kidding! Do you know them all? I'll post more sometime.
Thursday, July 13, 2006
My block
Recently, my online time is spent on reading--and replying to--numerous emails on my secondary email account. Thank God for Yahoo Groups (especially my block's), I'm still in touch with most of my college classmates. Now we don't use it just to make forwarding emails easier, or distributing soft copies of handouts or research materials.
In a span of seven days, there were over 25 emails sent by and among us. There's Jaymee on having had resigned from her job after six days after the training period; Pola on the dead-end travel agency job; Shelynn on feeling claustrophobic in her office cubicle; Melody on applying for a cruise job; Eisel on being in California doing a medical job; Jean (and me) on depressing state of being jobless; and of course, me and Lyka on everything else we could think about.
We talk about fulfilling our dreams, seeing each other again, missing school, Tourism being an institute at our university, the new uniform, and personal stuff. I guess this is what you get from a female-dominated block. Lots of chismisan. And yeah, no more suspension of classes.
Gosh I miss them so much.
In a span of seven days, there were over 25 emails sent by and among us. There's Jaymee on having had resigned from her job after six days after the training period; Pola on the dead-end travel agency job; Shelynn on feeling claustrophobic in her office cubicle; Melody on applying for a cruise job; Eisel on being in California doing a medical job; Jean (and me) on depressing state of being jobless; and of course, me and Lyka on everything else we could think about.
We talk about fulfilling our dreams, seeing each other again, missing school, Tourism being an institute at our university, the new uniform, and personal stuff. I guess this is what you get from a female-dominated block. Lots of chismisan. And yeah, no more suspension of classes.
Gosh I miss them so much.
Tuesday, July 11, 2006
Yawn
I was so depressed I didn't reply to an interview invite for a work at a resort in Bora.
And I ate another shawarma today. Aios.
That's about it. Nothing much to say. My Girl na.
And I ate another shawarma today. Aios.
That's about it. Nothing much to say. My Girl na.
Monday, July 10, 2006
Night out
Last Saturday I was supposed to go to our every-three-months reunion with my PeopleSupport batchmates. Thing is, I'm so stumped and not to mention it always looked like a storm will be coming by so I didn't show up. I din't even go to boyfriend time (and now I received an email from him asking when I'd show up online). Around nine in the evening, Jal starts texting me that they're in Gilligan's [Makati] and that I should drop by. I don't, of course. Stuck on tv and Yana, so...
Then the phone rings and Mika picks it up. As it appears, my cousins decided to ask us out on gimik and that they're on their way to Navotas (from QC). Yea like we have a choice. My kuya still isn't home so prepped up first. I really thought it was kuya who got us into this. Then he arrives home and I tell him, "Oi gigimik daw tayo? San tayo punta? Wala naman akong pera a?" Kuya sighs and replies, "Yun na nga eh." Apparently my cousins wanted to go with us, kaya lang, share sila and kuya sa bayad. Nge!
Anyway I wanted to look glam--earlier that day I sat in front of the mirror and pulled out my makeup box, and transformed my face into an angel (uh, the Drew Barrymore-like face on Ever After)--but decided against it coz my cousins are probably in flipflops or, at worst, shorts.
I feel so bad that we're going out on "gimik" when I've told Jal that I can't make it to Gilligan's.
After so much, they're in Navotas already so we take off. The scenario: they don't have any idea as to where they want to "hang out" nor do they tell us what they'd like to do. I mean, there are endless ideas to go on gimik: coffee, ktv, bar, disco, live band, billiards, etc. So my very clueless kuya drives along Nakpil street (in Malate) to let them decide. They don't, so we get off at Tia Maria's. Unfortunately, the place doesn't look so nice, and we had to occupy a table upstairs so that totally ruins it. We walk along Nakpil and entered Arkdia nalang.
It's pretty much a good choice. Good crowd and good band (it's a Saturday night kase). It was eleven in the evening so it was the band's second set already. We started warming up to the band which I didn't remember the name. The lead vocalist looks like the lost band member of Supernova. (Oh, too much Rock Star: Supernova in me!) Third was a different band, which made Arkdia like a comedy bar, so it was our cue to go home. Well, not after my cousin started locking herself in a comfort room cubicle to throw up... And throw up. She had martini and we didn't know that she can't handle that. Oh well. At least I had an iced tea. (I'm allergic to alcohol.)
Then the phone rings and Mika picks it up. As it appears, my cousins decided to ask us out on gimik and that they're on their way to Navotas (from QC). Yea like we have a choice. My kuya still isn't home so prepped up first. I really thought it was kuya who got us into this. Then he arrives home and I tell him, "Oi gigimik daw tayo? San tayo punta? Wala naman akong pera a?" Kuya sighs and replies, "Yun na nga eh." Apparently my cousins wanted to go with us, kaya lang, share sila and kuya sa bayad. Nge!
Anyway I wanted to look glam--earlier that day I sat in front of the mirror and pulled out my makeup box, and transformed my face into an angel (uh, the Drew Barrymore-like face on Ever After)--but decided against it coz my cousins are probably in flipflops or, at worst, shorts.
I feel so bad that we're going out on "gimik" when I've told Jal that I can't make it to Gilligan's.
After so much, they're in Navotas already so we take off. The scenario: they don't have any idea as to where they want to "hang out" nor do they tell us what they'd like to do. I mean, there are endless ideas to go on gimik: coffee, ktv, bar, disco, live band, billiards, etc. So my very clueless kuya drives along Nakpil street (in Malate) to let them decide. They don't, so we get off at Tia Maria's. Unfortunately, the place doesn't look so nice, and we had to occupy a table upstairs so that totally ruins it. We walk along Nakpil and entered Arkdia nalang.
It's pretty much a good choice. Good crowd and good band (it's a Saturday night kase). It was eleven in the evening so it was the band's second set already. We started warming up to the band which I didn't remember the name. The lead vocalist looks like the lost band member of Supernova. (Oh, too much Rock Star: Supernova in me!) Third was a different band, which made Arkdia like a comedy bar, so it was our cue to go home. Well, not after my cousin started locking herself in a comfort room cubicle to throw up... And throw up. She had martini and we didn't know that she can't handle that. Oh well. At least I had an iced tea. (I'm allergic to alcohol.)
Friday, July 07, 2006
Darn
I'm depressed. Or And bitter. I think I cried buckets today, good thing I've mastered how to cry without anyone hearing me, thanks to my childhood. I don't even make a sound. I'm outraged, and disappointed... and helpless. I've even asked my friends to blindly pray for a miracle for me.
Lyka goes, "Bakit, tungkol ba san yang miracle mo? Pero kung personal sige okay lang na di mo sabihin." I don't anything's not personal to me.
Basta, nakakainis talaga.
At least my week-long craving for shawarma is finally over.
Lyka goes, "Bakit, tungkol ba san yang miracle mo? Pero kung personal sige okay lang na di mo sabihin." I don't anything's not personal to me.
Basta, nakakainis talaga.
At least my week-long craving for shawarma is finally over.
Thursday, July 06, 2006
What's in a name
Was flipping through all 70something channels yesterday (I called myself a loser coz I didn't do anything except face the tv or the pc) when I saw Jennifer Love Hewitt [on a movie] wearing a name-necklace. No it can't possibly be. Still flipping through, I decided to go back to that channel and wait for her to appear again. Holy crap! It is what I thought it was. Katya. Though it's a letter different to my name, the way the other characters pronounce the name is the same way that my highschool friends call me. Out of curiosity I watched the movie.
Not nice for a representation of my name though. She's social climber, well the title of the movie was Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber anyway. And a fake. Not to focus on that though. Anyway, her Katya is allegedly French (it doesn't look any French, if you ask me--I had French lessons, by the way). Well, mine's Russian.
So much fuss about that, I just love watching movies that I didn't even know existed. Like My Date with Drew, which isn't really a movie. It's more of a home video slash documentary put together of a person who so wanted to have a date with Drew Barrymore. Cool.
Not nice for a representation of my name though. She's social climber, well the title of the movie was Confessions of a Sociopathic Social Climber anyway. And a fake. Not to focus on that though. Anyway, her Katya is allegedly French (it doesn't look any French, if you ask me--I had French lessons, by the way). Well, mine's Russian.
So much fuss about that, I just love watching movies that I didn't even know existed. Like My Date with Drew, which isn't really a movie. It's more of a home video slash documentary put together of a person who so wanted to have a date with Drew Barrymore. Cool.
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
New look, new life?
I tried revamping the old template but I just got so bored of it that I reverted to my black-purple-white ensemble. This template doesn't look so good though, especially my sidebar. I'm thinking of ditching the tagboard and the archives section. And for the links part, I'm thinking of revising that one as well. Instead of blog titles, I'd want to go with nicknames--or phrases. Maybe Tin could go as The Beach Lover or something. Let me know of what you think.
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
Vanity and Eucalyptus
Out on the ground floor terrace yesterday and trying to lull Yana into a deep sleep, I looked up and observed all the trees that grew so beautifully in our backyard. Of course there was my favorite tree of all--the Eucalyptus. I cannot recall when I started to refer to it as my favorite one. Maybe when my dad said it's what koalas eat in Australia. Or when he proudly said we're the only backyard who has one (of course I know now that that'd be impossible).
It used to be dark skinned and crinkly. But yesterday as I gazed upon it, its skin is lighter and younger. A few months ago the old skin started falling out and I thought it's gonna die. As it unfolded before my very eyes, it was a renewal thing, kinda like the ones you see on facial product commercials on tv.
Then I began to realize how very similar this is to us. Especially now with the continuous development on cosmetic surgery, people clamor to look young again. They don't wait til the natural process takes place; the eucalyptus took two decades to be like this again. Though on the external we may look ravishingly young, we don't fool anybody. We're still old. Still our age, decades and decades still written all over us. The tree, if you scrutinize the skin, looks way younger. But take into consideration everything, and you know it can't be five years old.
Take the height, for example. When I was a kid, I used to take a tall stool to stand on and get some leaves (dad said it cures cough or something like that, which I later believed with the emergence of Eucalyptus-flavored Halls). At the start of highschool, you'd be able to reach the leaves if you were on the second floor terrace. It's the best times that I remember of the tree. With the leaves parallel to the height of the house, once the wind blows the whole house smells like Eucalyptus. Now, nobody could get even a leaf. It's taller than our two-storey house now. Maybe it's even as tall as a four-storey building. The roots probably growing up until outside of our six hundred square meters territory.
See. So we shouldn't rush into looking young. We would, eventually. I never thought the tree would look young. Not after I've spent my entire life seeing it as a crinkly old tree. The more people (or women, at least) try to look younger, the more they look a lot older. Good thing my mom isn't in that frenzy. She looks thirty something--she fools a lot of people who get so surprised to know that she already has a granddaughter--when in fact she's almost fifty.
It used to be dark skinned and crinkly. But yesterday as I gazed upon it, its skin is lighter and younger. A few months ago the old skin started falling out and I thought it's gonna die. As it unfolded before my very eyes, it was a renewal thing, kinda like the ones you see on facial product commercials on tv.
Then I began to realize how very similar this is to us. Especially now with the continuous development on cosmetic surgery, people clamor to look young again. They don't wait til the natural process takes place; the eucalyptus took two decades to be like this again. Though on the external we may look ravishingly young, we don't fool anybody. We're still old. Still our age, decades and decades still written all over us. The tree, if you scrutinize the skin, looks way younger. But take into consideration everything, and you know it can't be five years old.
Take the height, for example. When I was a kid, I used to take a tall stool to stand on and get some leaves (dad said it cures cough or something like that, which I later believed with the emergence of Eucalyptus-flavored Halls). At the start of highschool, you'd be able to reach the leaves if you were on the second floor terrace. It's the best times that I remember of the tree. With the leaves parallel to the height of the house, once the wind blows the whole house smells like Eucalyptus. Now, nobody could get even a leaf. It's taller than our two-storey house now. Maybe it's even as tall as a four-storey building. The roots probably growing up until outside of our six hundred square meters territory.
See. So we shouldn't rush into looking young. We would, eventually. I never thought the tree would look young. Not after I've spent my entire life seeing it as a crinkly old tree. The more people (or women, at least) try to look younger, the more they look a lot older. Good thing my mom isn't in that frenzy. She looks thirty something--she fools a lot of people who get so surprised to know that she already has a granddaughter--when in fact she's almost fifty.
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