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Wednesday, October 26, 2005 |
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that's how my dad says it: J - O - B. like it's a bad word that should not be mentioned in front of the kids, so he spells it out. and he would always say it with shivers running down his spine. well, i'm looking for one. i'll be done with school this december (yee-haw!), and i see that light at the end of the tunnel (to be followed by another dark tunnel), and i'm having these jitters about getting a, er, j - o - b. i already received one rejection e-mail from this investment company in NYC, i have this one promising offer in another investment company that i really want to get into, and i just declined about five job offers here in colorado (one of which is an executive position - whatever that means - in a target distribution center in pueblo!). i haven't heard from about twenty companies, possibly more, that i've applied for. i know it's early, two months til december, but i somehow want that security - that i have a job in the east coast when i get there. so far, i have this little plan with ate i.n some time mid december. i fly over there on a friday night, go on-line and look for rooms for rent in manhattan, check them out on saturday, and hopefully move in that sunday. no time wasted! the only thing that doesn't fit that plan is a job! this plan will work well granting i already have a job that monday! :lol: but seriously, i could probably have that week off, just goofing around NYC, getting to know the place, figuring out how to go from work and back home, looking for a graocery shop place. new grad jitters. i kinda love it. |
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Monday, October 17, 2005 |
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i am freaking tired! i can't wait for the semester to be done, i need my life back :lol: the semester is not as easy as i hoped it would be. later, y'all! |
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tagged by tobie. age: 24 years old band listening to right now: my chemical romance career: career? drink or smoke: don't smoke. i compensate with the drinking. easiest friends to talk to: i have a handful. favorite song/s at the moment: ghost of you, chemical romance. gwen stefani's crash sounds pretty cool, too. shakira's la tortura (ay payita miya, guardate la poesia, guardate la alegria pati!), and la pared. gummy bears or gummy worms: neither. have a girlfriend: none. amen. in love: nope. junk food you like: not a biggie with junk food. kids: none. wants seven :lol: longest ride ever: international flights. colorado to philippines is mind- and butt-numbing. my favorite sports: football. do i play? god, no. learning to love the game, go broncos!!! names for your future kids: i dunno. definitely an emma would pop up somewhere, so will arthur. one wish you have now: a good job in the future, so i can have a career :lol: phobias: anything near my eyes. favorite quote: hmmm... i can't think of one right now. somehow, stieglitz's "at last, a woman on paper!" comes up, i dunno why... reasons to smile: ice cold vodka. sleeping hours: not quite enough. time you woke up: since two this morning. unknown fact about you: i am a nice person. it's not evident though. vegetable you hate: i do not have the time to list them. my brother is allergic to seafood, i know people who are allergic to nuts, even some to sunlight. how come i haven't heard of people allergies to brocolli? broccolli? brocolli? worst habit: lazy. x-rays you've had: just one that i know of, it was a requirement to get into up-diliman. yummy foods: mexican is great, my granma's green chili, aunt renee's tortilla, dad's beef stew - even better if buffalo meat is used, marie's cooking, my taco-thingie that i love to cook. zodiac sign: pisces. |
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Every time I feel alone I can blame it on you And I do, oh You got me like a loaded gun Golden sun and the sky so blue, oh We both know that we want it But we both know you left me no choice (Chaque fois que tu t'en va) You just bring me down (Je pretend que tout va bien) So I'm counting my tears 'til I get over you Sometimes I watch the world go by I wonder what it's like, oh To wake up every single day Smile on your face You never tried (you never tried),oh We both know we can't change it But we both know we'll just have to face it (Chaque fois que tu t'en va) You just bring me down (Je pretend que tout va bien) So I'm counting my tears 'til I get over you If only I could give you up Would I want to let you off from this soapbox, baby? We both know that we want it But we both know you left me no choice (Chaque fois que tu t'en va) You just bring me down (Je pretend que tout va bien) So I'm counting my tears 'til I get over you Chaque fois que tu t'en va Je pretend que tout va bien We both know that I'm not over you I'm not over you |
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Monday, October 03, 2005 |
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have not much time to do some blogging, kainis.
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