good job

unreplied text messages, unanswered calls (well, one was answered but no hellos, just water sounds). okay, i get the picture. im tired and beat and begging for a little attention and getting nada. a curfew has been broken and it seems it's gonna be an all-nighter as well. and it feels like crap just thinkin about all of it while the only one who's supposed to care doesnt seem to care. what a lovely day.

read: today, i wore the green polo shirt maiden had bought me. not just because it's a lucky charm, but wearing it is like having her with me. anyways, it was scorchin hot in manila. at the gma gate, i waited for about an hour and felt like being baked in an oven (one old lady carrying a lamenated diploma and some envelopes fainted on the sidewalk). relieved to finally get inside the cold air-conditioned building, i went up to the 4th floor and waited another 30 mins for the interview. employees went to and fro and i couldnt help but look at their id's and wished id get one.

like before, the "interview" wasnt an interview, but a relaxed conversational briefing. the dude told me i have to undergo training/orientation (minimum one-week) to help me adapt to their work envirnment and help them assess my work ways. he had my file in a folder on the table, and i spied its contents by reading upside down: i scored 98% on the straight tagalog evaluation exam more than a month ago and there were some paragraphs underneath that said i was creative, i dont involve myself in other people's business and good at following orders, results of the personality assessment exam. after that, went up to the hrd and filled up a form. then a couple more interviews (real interviews time) and then i was given three piece of paper: one was a list of required documents, another for the medical exam and another one for the drug test. and so, i wouldnt be doing that one-week 7am-4pm training stint on monday and instead use the time to process my needed papers. hopefully by next monday, i'll return to gma all tasks completed and ready to kick some arse.

anyways, i headed back to batangas, dropped by maiden's house and found out she wasnt there yet, walked home and sulked in my room for a while, then decided to entertain myself with a friend who's always there for me: the pc.

ok, that's it. gotta go and shit.

loose screws

darn, was my head messed up today. i took the wrong key from the rack and only noticed when it wouldnt go into the the tamarw fx's driver side door keyhole. i kept feeling like it was sunday, and confusing myself about my final interview tomorrow. when i asked my lil sis what was for dinner, she said "humba" and i have no idea why but in my mind i saw "embutido" instead. i put on my house shorts backwards. i forgot to watch csi, and nonchalantly went online after amazing race like one of my favorite shows wasnt next. been reading final cut pro tutorials but can absorb the information.

i hope this clumsiness/ stupidity/ whatever-the-hell-is-wrong-with-me wears off tomorrow. i dont wanna screw up my chance.

wait no more

while i typically hate mondays, today was one to be liked. i was with maiden, we were in a bank to pay her bills. waiting for her name to be called, i flipped through some magazines and started reading an article about pixar and the guy who founded it. as i got to the part where george lucas hired ed catmull to head his special effects division, my cellphone requiemed (my message alert tone is mozart's requiem). i read the text message in surprise: it was gma and ive been scheduled for my final interview on thursday! finally! maiden shared some of her load with me so i could reply to the message and we hugged and kissed each other the rest of the afternoon. since maiden's graduation ive been feeling kinda down and unloved, and this sort of gave me that boost i needed.

yay.

presence

i will always be there for my maiden. always. no matter what. whether the event is special or not, i will do what i can to be by her side, to love and support. if her graduation day was tomorrow and i have to die tomorrow, i will not die. i will be with her, videotape her, and walk with her up that stage. just like what i did today/tonight. i am happy and proud.

anyways, congratulations, maiden!