Oh, I forgot to tell you guys; I found my planner! But even if this was the case, I continued using my new planner anyway. For some weird reason, the Cherry design of the Starbucks planner is more durable than the Oak design. My found planner looks newer than my new one. Ironic. So, instead of going back to my old planner, I thought of redesigning my new planner so it won’t look old and ruined!
It’s all furred up! 
Just this morning, I woke up having a headache with the uncertainty of why I had it in the first place. Friends and I had a few beers last night from playing Beer Pong, but I don’t remember drinking that much to give me hangover the next day. Despite getting drunk a few times, I never get hangovers–ever. It’s really confusing how I got it this morning when I wasn’t even close to drunk last night. Must have been the Antonov (the ultimate backstabber) at Josh’s house.
Even if I wanted to stay in bed for the rest of the day, Jj and I had to prepare for our job interview at Accenture as an Operations Excellence Analyst. According to the job description, it’s a pretty stressful job. It has something to do with making sure that Accenture delivers the highest quality possible. I came to the interview not because I like the job, but because my mom keeps on nagging me to send out my résumé and it just happens that Jj referred me to the Human Resources representative for the event. Honestly, I don’t know what she’s up to since I just finished school a week ago, but, in any case, I took the opportunity because it was a win-win situation for everyone. I go to the interview; my mom will think that I’m starting to take the work thing seriously. If I get the job, then great; if I don’t, so what? I wasn’t interested in the first place. I don’t even get the OpEx thing yet, anyway.
The event was held in the Crown Plaza Manila Galleria Hotel at around 3 to 7 PM. I’d have to say, they do know how to pamper their applicants. Free food, free notebooks, free coffee; too much for those who are just about to apply, don’t you think?
In our batch, there were almost twenty of us, half were Ateneans. After filling up the necessary forms, everyone was given a short orientation of what Operations Excellence really means. Thirty minutes after, we were segregated into two groups to brainstorm and were asked to talk about a certain topic in front of everyone. The moment I was holding the microphone, I knew I was going to mess up because I didn’t know a single thing about the Justice Corona case. We were asked to talk about our reaction or our opinion about the case. Guess who worked her way in circles.
After a few minutes, they have decided to cut us down to eight. Apparently, after the first cut, three and four remained from the first and third batches, respectively. All in all, there were fifteen of us left from the original forty applicants. After the first and second interview, only six of us were left. I found it funny because all of us were from Ateneo. They made us go to the other room where our food was waiting for us. Ahh. Hotel food, I miss. Although the food looked really delicious, none of us could eat properly because of the butterflies inside our tummies. But when the bosses decided to tell us that the dinner was the last step to our job offer, everyone felt lighter and started to make funny conversations with everyone else.
I’m confused if I should accept the offer. I wasn’t expecting this-at all. I was supposed to go with a friend–that’s it. The benefits and compensation are great and exceeded my expectations. I’m actually pretty lucky for someone who’s just about to start working, but it’s just the start of many interviews and job offers. I mean, it’s just my second time having an official interview and I think there are still a lot of opportunities out there that I haven’t seen yet. Like what I said, it’s been a week since my last day of school. Accepting this offer would mean I’m in a hurry. I’m expected to explore my options, but what if I regret not getting this offer? Confused. Puzzled. Confuzzled. Now I have to look at this folder and its contents once in a while just to figure out what I really want.
I bring the north to the south.
Most of my AVC friends live in the North and don’t get to go to Makati as much as I do. Malamang. Spent the entire day with them in Katipunan. but for some weird reason, they decided to eat dinner in Army Navy–Salcedo Village branch.
Yeah, that’s what we are: wild and spontaneous. Okay, fine. Going to Army Navy, Salcedo branch, at 10 in the evening isn’t wild at all–but, mind you; it’s very spontaneous. HAHA. I don’t know where I’m getting at nor my point is, so I’ll leave you with that confusion.
Unlike most of my friends who lived in just one house their entire life, I’ve moved a couple of times. From Roxas Blvd to Alabang to Paranaque to Makati to Ortigas to Makati, and then, another condo in Makati. It’s a never-ending adventure for me and my family. Although a lot of you might think that it’s sad and tiresome to move a lot, I actually find the experience fun and refreshing because I always get to meet new people and I can get around in different places without being lost.
Because my parents have decided to set up a new restaurant in Paranaque, they thought that it’ll be easier for everyone if we just moved there too. Now, we have a new house in Tahanan Village. Yay! Here’s a sneak peek of my room that hasn’t been fixed yet. Most probably I’ll post pictures of it when it’s done and all my things have been moved.
If you’re wondering if this is my bed, no it’s not. It’s actually the mattress of my bed. So, basically it’s the bed without the frame? Yeah, I hope I’m making sense. HAHA! By the way, that’s my sister doodling on her sketch pad. I think she was trying to finish one of her comic strips.
5% done moving my stuff. Hopefully we’ll be done by end of May!
#makenewmemories
Well, you see, History and I don’t get along very well and I have evidence to prove it to you:
I must have been sleeping when God was generously throwing away History knowledge for free. I’m the type of person who is usually good with memorization and doesn’t find it hard to remember important dates. Then why is it that I always get a low grade in History? Why is it that I still find it very boring despite the interesting discussions my classmates are very fond of. I think I’m cursed–no. I’m pretty sure I’m cursed. I get the most terror prof, I get a D. I get the easiest prof, I get a C. I get the most boring prof, I get an F. I get the funniest prof, I get another C–to think of it’s my second time taking the subject. What is wrong with me? Why can’t History be as fun as Math? (A lot of people might be cursing me now.) Fine, why can’t History be as fun as Chemistry? (I can imagine Chu’s eyes grow bigger as he reads that sentence.)
I guess the frustration’s coming from the very hard History finals I just took hours ago. I studied–a little. Enough to get me a C, I think? God. I hope I pass that test. I don’t think I’ll be able to handle HI166 for the third time.
**Edited: June 3, 2o12
Who knew we were going to end up in Tagaytay? Despite not having classes anymore, I went to school today because I wanted to eat lunch with Chu and I had nothing else to do at home anyway. So, I ended up eating with the men’s team and JJ in the school cafeteria (something I haven’t done for a very long time) and spending the rest of the afternoon playing Left4Dead at Minesky with Calvin and JJ.
For dinner, I was able to convince a couple of friends to go to Makati because KC’s leaving for Canada the next day and some of them wanted to say good-bye to her as well. Going to Tagaytay after was very much out of the plan.
“Road trip, road trip!”
“Oh, tara. Tagaytay na!”
“Wag kayong ganyan, parang gusto ko.”
*Picks up Chu at Blue Eagle*
“Chu, tagaytay nga pala tayo ah.”
*Short silence*
“Fine.”
Bye bye, KC 
Rye’s now a working couerl!
I missed this. I missed the spontaneous getaways with friends and the random kidnaps of friends who can’t go out past their curfews. I missed being carefree and not thinking about anything. Actually, now that I think about it, I’m going to start working soon. Yes, I’m excited to finally experience the real world, but I don’t think I’ll be able to do these things as often as I did them now. I’ll definitely miss going to Tagaytay to play Pikaball with the two most competitive people I’ve ever met : (
OFF LIMITS: It’s an inside joke that only my AVC friends will get. I’d like to honor the very intelligent person, who decided to paint over the “OFF LIMIT” sign we’ve been seeing for the longest time. You, sir, are a hero to us. It’s been a while since the last time I went to Starbucks, Tagaytay. Thank God someone thought of erasing the old sign and painted the right spelling over it.
Pikaball: It’s a free beach volleyball PC-game you can download on the Internet. Google it!
#starbuckstagaytayislove
Rye and I were on our way to Makati when we found out that the women’s team was also going towards South that night. After hours of playing volleyball, we had dinner at Wok Dis Way, but it seemed like Rye was still hungry after his full serving of Sisig and rice. Now you can imagine how we all ended up in Mercato. Talk about spontaneous.
Mercato really does indulge foodies because of the variance they offer. Honestly, in terms of comfort and ease, it’s kind of hard to go around the place because of the hot weather (or rain, depending on the weather) and limited space. We even had to sit down on the sidewalks because they didn’t have enough chairs and tables for everyone. But when you just want to eat, while not knowing what you want or what you’re craving for, it’s definitely the first place I’d go to.
Good luck Rye on your first day of work! Ew, you’ll be officially called a “working couerl”. Hope you have fun in Accenture! Don’t forget your very good friend, Khryzette. Ahem, first paycheck, ahem.
**Thinking if I should get a handy camera so I can post photos with better-quality. I should probably get a well-paid job first : P
LOSES A LOT OF THINGS PEOPLE
I dreamt of you last night. Even if I try to remember what happened, the details were blurry–but I was sure with one thing: I WAS MAD, VERY MAD. Shocking how the anger and pain felt so real when I woke up from the nightmare, but I didn’t want to get mad at you anymore. I want to move on and forget everything. Sadly, those were only the feelings I felt at the moment. Upon waking up, all the emotions I felt in the dream were still in me.
In the dream, I was crying the entire time. Whenever I saw you laughing about something, I punched you in the face. I even broke your glasses, stole your car keys, and wished you were dead. I WAS THAT MAD. I don’t know what to think of anymore. I’ve been ignoring all the negative feelings, so I think this is my inner me’s way of saying that deep inside, I still care. BUT, I DON’T WANT TO CARE.
#sofrustrating
I LOST YOU.
It’s over.
I hope I forget you soon.
This is just one of the four photos we had to do for our History Photo Project. I’m so happy with how the photo turned out, so I’m sharing it with you guys! The Gloria Romero Ad was made almost forty years ago, while my Korean classmate’s ad was edited a few hours ago. HAHA!
Last time Salcedo Girls had something like this was about a year ago. The village must have been lifeless without us; or maybe, at least, bored. For now, I can only think of a few memories I had in Salcedo with these girls, but I’m pretty sure that we’ve had hundreds of them–good and bad. It’s pretty amazing that five out of seven of us made it tonight even if we were all busy with school and work. Call it a reunion, if you must. Another memory in the making, definitely.
No words can express how much I missed these girls. I got used to seeing them every day and now, we only get to catch up when schedules allow us to. Despite all the troubles we’ve been through, we’ve had each others’ backs for more than seven years and I’m happy to know that we still try in spite of having different lives now.
#drama
