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From jogging to job interview.

When I slept around 3AM and woke up at 6AM.

When I haven't had breakfast yet.

When jogging turned into talking and laughing.

When outfit changes happen at McDonald's restrooms.

When there are 3 moms and a friend to walk me to my first job interview.

When it took me just 26 minutes to finish filling up two applicant forms, with two essays.

When my heart wants to jump out of my chest and when my hands want to wiggle nonstop.

When my fellow applicant is more than 30minutes late.

When a 40-minute online exam was finished in less than 20-minutes.

When I learned that I am an expert typist.

When I learned that a pure-blooded Filipino could look like an African-American.

When I made a mental note not to wear something like what she wore.

When I learned that I'm not missing out on a lot of things.

When speaking in English seemed like innate.

When 15 minutes seemed like a lifetime.

When beauty plus brains equals deadly combination.

When beauty-queen-answers happen inside a tiny interview room.

When failing isn't really heartbreaking.

When Italian food and blueberry cheesecake satisfied my tastebuds.

When it's unbelievably cold inside an old train.

When I'm so sleepy but still can't resist the internet.

When dreams of stoning someone should be a reality.

When spending time with friends is the best thing ever.

GOOD VIBES > bad vibes.

This one failure won't put me down.

Life is so beautiful. DadiGod is so GREAT.

Because it ain't over 'till it's over.♥

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. :)

I am writing this blog as they do in the olden days, with only the light from the flickering candle. Now I know how hard life has been for the people in ‘ye old days. My mom was even retelling stories from when she was a child; how she studied with only a gas lamp as a light source, how they cooked their every meal using firewood, how early their bedtime was, etc, etc. I cannot imagine myself in such state. Though, yes, I spend most of my time in darkness because I always turn off the light in my room but I realized how dependent I was on electricity. I spend 90% of my time in front of the laptop and on the internet, and the other 10% was spent texting, eating, watching TV, sleeping, bathing – all of which requires the service of our power company.

It was a frightening night last night as strong winds blew and massive rain drops fell. The power lines went out and darkness fell everywhere. I opened the window and saw branches of trees being carried away by the wind. People were running in different directions, hoping to find a shelter in the middle of a storm. I continued to watch the events outside my window while waiting for the electricity to be back on. I waited and waited and waited, but darkness still covered our land. I decided it was time for me to go to bed since I had nothing else to do.

My mind wandered, as it always does. I had thought of everything that transpired that day. It was the day that I finally gave in to what I was suppressing for quite some time now. I had nowhere to run. I can’t make any more excuses. THIS. IS. IT. It was weird, really. I found myself smiling and having that !@#$%^&*(&^%$#@ feeling again, as I recalled what made me have that realization earlier. It was like I was having one of those “self-awareness” thingies. It was a very, very, very weird feeling. But hey, I always said I liked weird. :)

So here I am, still praying and hoping for the electricity to be back on while writing with a pen and a piece of paper. But my mind is elsewhere, as it always is.