Lessons learned from Hiring and Firing

1. Hiring peak: January
2. There are no resignations for the month of December.
3. Everybody lies.
4. Typing speed is in WPM (Word per minute) not KPH (Kilometers per hour).
5. Always bring handkerchief during interviews.
6. A sweaty palm is a major turn off.
7. Gargle before you leave the house or keep a mint in handy
8. Lie, deceive, conceal and do whatever it takes to get them to sign the damn contract.
9. Answer questions as logical as possible e.g. Q: How do you want to be called? A: Yes, ma’am.
10. Never bad mouth your previous employer. Payback is a bitch.

separation anxiety?

I woke up around 4:25 a.m…..on a weekday..which is very unlikely because I usually wake up at 7:00 a.m. I realized, my very best friend and housemate already left for Singapore for a short getaway.

I tried to sleep.. twisting and turning in my bed. And I can't seem to get Mr. Sandman to comeback. Amidst the cold and cozy weather which usually makes me curl in bed and just lie there like a vegetable, I remain vacant--staring at the ceiling.Realizing that my efforts to reach R.E.M are useless, I switched on the computer and decided to do what I usually do….Stumble upon whatever things. Thanks to Nante for sharing this site. Now I can blog interesting things–much less than my average-day rants, probably.. O well..

Sayang

Sayang
Artist: Rivermaya
Album: Bagong Liwanag

LYRICS

Ang dami kong nadidinig na katanungan
Bakit daw? Anong nangyari?
Ang sagot ko, ewan ko hindi ko talaga alam
At ang sabi, eh paano naman kami?

Ako ay napatigil at nag-isip
Ano ang sasabihin ko sa iyo?
Alam kong kailangan na malaman mo
Kailangan at may karapatan ka na malaman

Ito ba ay paalam na?
Ito ba ay paalam na?
Ito ba ay paalam na?
Ito ba ay paalam na?

Nagbuntong hininga
Parang ‘di na makakilos
‘di naman katapusan ng mundo
Pero ‘di naman masisisi ang nararamdaman ng puso ko

Ganito lang talaga ako
Abangan ang susunod na kabanata
Ang pagsubok na ito
Sa tulong mo ay kakayanin ko

[Chorus]
Ito ba ay paalam na kaibigan?
Ito ba ay paalam na kapatid?
Ito ba ay paalam na kapamilya?
Ito ba ay paalam na kapuso?
Ito ba ay paalam na sinta?

Bakit naman ako aalis?
Pinamana ko na sa inyo ang aking puso
Hindi naman ako aalis
‘Di ko ata kakayanin iwan ka

Huwag ka ng umiyak
Sayang ang luha

-o0o-

Friendships do end. Maybe not be for the best but for the better.

almost famous

Exerpt from WHY MY FRIENDS ARE ASTIG (source:friendster blog circa 2005)

5. becasue opposites do attract. needless to say, we clique the very first time we met.. like when u snap ur fingers..bahm! poof! plok! plus we are unique.. (not to brag..but yeah, we are..) …………

1.WE MADE IT TO FHM, BABY..CHECK OUT THE AUGUST ISSUE, SISSIES..IT MAY NOT BE THE COVER BUT HEY, WE HAD THE CHANCE HAVE OUR PRETTY FACES PRINTED IN GLOSSY PAPER..HAHA

Who says we'll stop there? It's yesterday's news but Princess–my dear friend has a commercial. Wait a commercial that airs even on PRIME TIME, nationwide. She's on the new smart (loadstar-bonus load) commercial. I haven't checked youtube yet but the last time I did, it wasn't there yet. I'd like to share it. Why am I making such a big fuss? For one thing, that's what friends do. They brag about their friend's achievements of course. So yeah, I think we should join BARKADA TRIP. It's about time! C'man!

antipatika

Define antipatika. Am I antipatika? How shallow are we getting here? Makes me wonder when will people learn to embrace sarcasm. In as much as I want to elaborate..I just grew tired to even discuss. Maybe it hasn't sink in yet. Maybe I'm just too tired to even bother to let them expound.. Why am I antipatika to you? Was it my "Do I look like I care?" face? Was it my being tight-lipped at times? Was it because I refuse to give in to your lame jokes? Was it because, I felt like giving you the middle finger was the most liberating thing I've done for the day?

Ok. Maybe I am antipatika. I rest my case.

project: DIGGS

My dad will be retiring soon from his nutty professor role and will be a full time rockstar. He lives and breathes music. He has been a music icon in Bicol (not to brag but he deserves to be dubbed as such). One night while I was on the phone with him I brought up this topic of making a website–his very own website. I don't plan to make it flashy or anything. I'd just like to make a portfolio of his life—maybe a comprehensive list of his works and gigs. Why am I doing this? For one reason, he's my father and he'll be turning 60 in 2 years time. I want it to be like a gift. I can't afford a plane ticket to Germany or anything. What's the challenge about this project? Well for one thing..I'll be needing creative input on how the site should look like, what the site should include, what would I like to tell the world about this 50-something musician? I'd like it to be special and creative. I need time to plan the whole thing. I'll be needing pictures too. Pictures of him in gigs, his performances. Way back, I'm not as much of a paparazzi like I am now. I need scanned pictures of he's magazine features, write-ups, works and such.

So please if you know my father and if you happen to know others who have snippets of my dad in rockstar-action….send me a message, comment or whatever. I'd really really appreciate it.

For now..I envoke the power of creativity!!!!

techno lust

I borrowed my dad's digital camera the last time I came home. It wasn't the slick, high- tech-type.It was simply a hand-me down, scratched up tool for capturing life's moments. He told me to buy the USB cable so I could upload the pictures. When I got back from Manila, I happen to use it..once. I wasn't able to use it again because the charger had gone haywire. Now, I can't open the damn thing. It's just frustrating why all of a sudden, when it was handed down to me by my father—it has broken down. Did my dad put some hex?

Just when I thought I could practice my not-so creative shots on others and be the group's official shutter bug…Again, it has failed me. I've been wanting—no scratch that..make it dying to get a hold of a digital camera. My savings which was supposedly intended for that was ambushed. So now, I am starting from scratch.

For the meantime, I am contemplating on buying a new charger or rechargeable batteries, because the problem may lie therein or I might as well ditch the old camera and double-time on saving for a new one.

I've been wanting to get a laptop too. *sigh*

Just some of my wishlist for the coming season of merry making which I call–MELON COLLIE and the INFINITE SADNESS. Christmas. Just like the SPICE GIRLS, I'll tell you what I want, what I really really want..but will you give it to me?

Not really. Techno lust. I just can't get no….satisfaction!

[originally posted here.]

surreal!

WARNING: Post may contain uber sappiness. Get a barf bag if you must or stop reading from hereon.

Surreal!I'm switching to fangirl-mode for a while. Last night, we went to EASTWOOD for the launch party of the up and coming artist MIGUEL ESCUETA. Yes, thee MIGUEL ESCUETA that brought us FALLING AWAY and ISIPIN (insert fangirl giggle). I basically like his music because...well, it's not purely sappy ballad music. He's a good song writer plus he composes he's own music. Although, I haven't bought his album yet (which is now included in my to-do list, by the way), I still watch out for new videos. So last night, aside from his own songs, he also covered coldplay, and the killers. I love his rendition of MR. BRIGHTSIDE! It simply brought the house down. What makes MIGUEL ESCUETA different from other artists? I know it's a cliche but I think he keeps it real. He makes music for the love of it. He owns the stage the moment he steps on it. He plays and sings his heart out! Thee end....not!

So what's so surreal about last night?? (Insert music)

"It started out with a kiss,how did it end up like this?"

After the show, we went backstage to congratulate him [with Raph and Raph's friends leading the way, of course ]. Up close and personal with Miguel....surreal! We greet him.He thanked us for coming...and each of us girls got a quick beso.. (here o, in my right cheek..right here). SURREAL!

It just a KISS from the rockstar to a bunch of groupies. I know it sounds shallow and all but yes, I'm keeping my fangirl-mode on.. I "feel" him. This is a dream come true for him (I guess). I'm not talking about the kiss..It's about seeing that people appreciate his music, sing along with the songs he wrote, tag along in his gigs. It's about making fansites or fandoms out of him which makes it all SURREAL. It's all about living and breathing music. Like what my dad used to say "Life without music is a mistake". So to all the rockstar wannabes here's what Miguel has to say :"It's about the ride. If ya ain't enjoying the ride, then it ain't worth the time." (I dunno if it's really him who says it. I just saw it in his multiply site.)

Which now brings me to my finale, watch out for:

and soon:

We're gonna rock it! Loud and proud. If not in our dreams...in yours...Hahaha...Surreal!!

The longest day

For me to fully function, I need at least 8 hours of sleep. Anything lesser than that can cause mood disorders or sometimes can leave me in a vegitative state. The longest day started at 7:00 am of October 26 and it ended at October 28 at roughly 2:00 am. I was really really exhausted after that day ended to the point that my feet felt numb and I think I was really half-awake by the time that we all got home. FirsT off, let me break it down to you:

FRIDAY NIGHT

After a grueling 8-hour day in the office, I went home and rest for awhile. We were expecting a friend's visit so we also prepped the room and settled at around 8:00 p.m. We had dinner and I was also doing some last minute preparations for the geek fest that I was about to attend to. In between the stress for the con and excitement of a friend's visit, I packed everything that I needed for the next day. At round 10 or 11 p.m. We welcomed our friend who came all the way from Cebu, Deejay. We had some booze, talked and laughed at each other's misery business.

SATURDAY MORNING

We were still having a round of drinks. At around, 2:00 a.m., while I was already quite tired and sleepy, I received "thee call". Ingress is already starting for the convention at Glorietta's ground zero. If you heard about the BOMBING or IMPLOSION, you might think that I am nuts for still going but yes. I did--because 1.) I had to 2.) being the main representative of the group I am so compelled to be there, 3.) By majority vote, the group decided to join regardless of the consequences. Whether or not, we'll still see the light, the whole team was prepped to face the unforseen fate. There might still be another explosion but hell cares.

So there, I arrived safely at ground zero and we started with the ingress. In between the cutting, pasting, designing, the whole group listened to RENT and MOULIN ROUGE's soundtrack. I was almost this close to singing along except that I haven't really watched RENT and I didn't memorize lyrics to all the MOULIN ROUGE songs. Everyone was being festive and excited about the whole con. I was really tired and tipsy. I didn't have the energy to do a musical performance.

Come 9:00 a.m., the RED BULL has worn off. My stomach was growling like a hungry lion. The booth was now.. a booth. Me and my team mate went to doze off at one of the organizer's pad. He invited us in--how gracious of him. The place wasn't that far. It was a short drive to oblivion. I haven't been in that area. It was near the MAGALLANES MRT station. We had like a 1 hour power nap which was more like a 45 minute one. I was hoping that I could still go home for a quick shower but there was no time. I dozed off and when I woke up. I had a splitting headache...We returned to the venue by 12 noon. Still hungry, I was able to go to the nearest fast food chain at around 1:00 p.m. When I got my order, it seemed surreal. I can't believe I was seeing FOOD right in front of my eyes. I stayed at the venue until 4:00 p.m. I said I have to leave by 6:30. But I was really spaced out. When I looked at my watch I thought it was already 6:53 p.m. Instead, it was 16:53---meaning 4:53 p.m.

The lack of sleep has finally taken its toll. By 5:30 p.m. I got home, feeling a bit guilty because I wasn't able to finish all with the welcoming ceremonies to our dear guest. They were at the nearby resto and they asked me to stop by but my legs felt like two enormous logs. I was having a hard time dragging them to the 21st floor. Instead, I begged off and asked them if they could just bring my dinner home. I missed the shopping spree. But anyway, I ain't got the moolah yet. So that's fine.

SATURDAY NIGHT

I literally plunged into the bed the moment I got home. Then it was darkness. Around 8:00 p.m. I woke up, feeling a bit feverish. I almost want to beg off for the party, but I can't because it's just a once in a lifetime chance that we'd be able to catch up again with this fresh-from-Cebu friend plus we'll be meeting a possible new recruit for our "hotties take over the city' project. So there, at around 10:30 p.m. or so.. Our final guest has arrived--KAT. We immediately headed to CUISINE. There's nothing much going because of the LIQUOR ban for the upcoming election. After a drink we headed to EMBASSY...It was our first time. Like all first times, there's always something unexpected bound to happen. FREAK SHOW in the HOUSE. There was this foreigner who came up--not just a foreigner but a bald 50-something guy who as Deejay said "shook his bon bon" in front of us. We panicked and we run towards the nearest exit....No, not really. Maybe Ariane did. The rest just turned around and dance facing the wall. God! It was the weirdest experience so far. We partied the night away, maybe stole others' glances. Ok, I sound like I'm bragging but I roll with these pretty..or shall I say HOT women. I can't help if men in the side would like a piece of that sweet sexy thing. But NO, NO, NO. It was purely a girls' night out.

SUNDAY MORNING

My toes were throbbing by the end of the day. I never got used to wearing heels. I was out like a light the moment my head hit the pillow. I wasn't able to do a small talk with the housemates and our guest. It was 2:00 when we got home. Theee longest day of my life. And probably theee longest post so far...

I wish there's more than 24 hours in a day. O well.