Character works best only if you are somebody else.

     It just keeps me wonder why people of the modern world overemphasize and overlook what discerns character, substance, and corporeal and what might go you forth. But without the third one would be as perfect as it can be that no one can win over you provided that you know to employ your position. And if the second one, the thing you do not have. Worry not my friend, character works best in real world. Modern world and real world are different things, you must move over your routine of not knowing. Kfine now? Modern world almost functions to evil deeds, the worst planet where an innocent one does not deserve to live.

     Lions in the den will be your pit if you get heed this advice and you’re not somebody else, good thing they have to bulk up. Oops! I was just kidding, Filipino sense of humor, you know? I need to get one.

     Moving on…

     All these kinds of people who always dig you at your weirdest are really weird. All of them, I want to nail them while wearing their loyal uniforms, yes you read it right, loyal UNIFORMS. So the entire human race will only be proud if they are going to pay a tribute to their memory. I shall participate to eulogize, by the way.

     Tips to consider that you are a weirdo:

• Don’t drink liquors. EVER!

     For long hours, people attach themselves in merrymaking and keep telling I’m weird because of having a high sense of control. I do not drink, ever. Believe me. Ohh, I forgot! A high school reunion, I was first year college then when I pioneered a tansan (like a tansan of 240mL RC Cola) of Soju, a distilled beverage native from Korea (just googled it). That served my punishment of refusing to dance in front of my classmates. I don’t dance! Seems that I was strangled with a ghost when I drank one while pinching my nose.

• Don’t go to church every Thursday.

    Some of my friends ADVISE me to just not attend church after our P.E Class since we have one more day to compensate and repent to your sins when you didn’t attend Thursday service. How good the advice has been? Haha.

•  Don’t say bad words.

     I have to admit that I say bad words when I was a kid, influenced by the morons. I, therefore, come clean when I say that I am one of the morons. Guilty as charged. I stopped throwing unforgiving words when I entered High School. But you can’t easily get rid and be still if someone provokes you to do so. Once in a blue moon, you don’t want to hear me say a thing. When my mouth starts to angrily speak out, this is what I can offer you: “Sira ulo ka!” and “Langya ka!” Does it hurt?

• Show them your wacky pose. It is necessary.

     This topic holds all the answers if you want to be a weirdo.

     To be continued… 

Break it to me gently

The Shampoo, The Lovely Parents, and The White Torso

Okay, okay. Finally hanging on the dashboard now. I don’t know if I could sustain the perpetuity of this blog, I can’t enjoy the risky feeling of being a hardworking person without complaining.

Do not know what I mean? Maybe I should flip it this way: Yes, I’m lazy and idle during vacations; I know that you know the feeling of not getting a job, of struggling to convince your parents to give you 6 pesos in buying your shampoo when your sister hid the bottled one inside her bag and enjoyed swimming. And I’m planning to lend her my swimsuit from where I got my farmer’s tan, I bought that stupid top for compliance. Our teacher in water polo advised us to use a chlorine-resistant fabric so that it wouldn’t feel weighty when we get into the pool, comfortable…that’s it.

But since it is quite expensive than a sleeveless you wear during weekends, our teacher also advised the latter (my parents will feel so lucky to hear this!). Eventually, l bought chlorine-resistant fabric instead. Okay, don’t want to talk about anything that will remind me to this white torso! Enough of that.

The Cliffhanger and The Morons

It is the not knowing what happen that excites me. I worship surprises especially when I’m having the inkling that it would steer me to motivating upshot. Forget about the off-putting reality, it frustrates me.

March 21-24, the morning sun consecutively came like a bolt from the blue. I disciplined myself to wake up each day at exactly 7:00am, if not exactly, closely, to head for a job hunt. It is me, picturing myself as a call center agent (summer job only). Where in the world a college student would have to wish to be a call center agent after graduation? A big no, no! It was not even written in my bucketlist. I promised myself not to be one of them, I want a job to where my skills will never blunt. Writing, you know. But I’m not saying that I’m a good writer, just in point of mediocrity. But I agreed to enter the said job to alleviate boredom and, ofcourse, for money. I need money, money, money. We must not forget the price tag.

Fast forward! I was sitting in the room with a bunch of morons staring at me from head to toe, the thing I really hate most! I was just wearing my black college shirt written in orange, red, and gray hieroglyphics: “Where Great Ideas Begin”. It is not literally written in a form of hieroglyphics, but for a brilliant kind like you. You know what I mean.

It will be taking you a lot of time if I choose to give you the details, to cut the long story short. I will make it this way:

After the interview, they told us to droop our face out for a while. And after a few minutes, they announced the names who passed the interview. Out of five interviewees, only two passed. The boy from HAU and through God’s grace, I, too, passed. Fed up with the words “passed”? Forgive me. I ran out of words.

I shall have to end this na, I passed the interview and said they will just notify us through phone call when we’ll have to start our training. I’m waiting for 2 weeks and 4 days already! Still, no one called. No one called. No one called from the company! Susugod ako dun, bwisit. Sinabing kailangan ko ng trabaho e! Hindi ako makapunta dahil maaga na ang 11am sa akin. Grrr.

I'm just an ordinary student longing for a job. :(