Makin' My Way Downtown
Hi, my name's Zaf. What's up? My memory only lasts 10 seconds. I love bacon and eggs. Oh, did I mention my name's Zaf? What's up? My memory only lasts 10 seconds. I love bacon and eggs.
It’s funny how I could stick to one for years and try to salvage the whole thing if it’s on the verge of breaking apart. But…
If that someone gives me a single reason to let go, then I will. I fall in love sincerely and fast, but it seems that I could let go faster.
So, this is me. That’s life baby. If there is no reason to hold on to something anymore, then fuckin’ let go.
=)
About last week, Mo Twister put Ara Mina on the hot seat in his show when he started firing political questions to her, since she is currently running for Councilor in her family’s balwarte, Quezon City.
People reacted negatively to her flop interview (you can watch it on YouTube) and she asked for everyone to stop putting negative comments as if “pumatay siya ng tao o nanugod siya ng iba”.
Honestly speaking, the questions were easy. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to answer the black & white questions that were fired to her. In fact, she just needed quick thinking, solid principles/beliefs and little political knowledge for her not to look like a cunt on air.
Running for political office does not only entail determination, Ara. That you must know. It is not a privilege, it is a job—and just like any other job, one must determine if he/she is highly qualified before “applying”. Unfortunately, it seemed as if she was not even qualified for the position. More so highly.
What made me flinch more while watching her late night interview was when she underestimated the knowledge of those in the depressed areas saying, “Ang mga nasa depressed areas naman wala silang pakialam sa mga issue na yan eh”.
And you want her to be your Councilor? Think again.
It was obvious in Mo Twister’s show that the host tried to corner her. Perhaps because Mo sensed that Ara had nothing between her ears based on her answers (politically speaking).
If only she came prepared, then she could have saved herself from that kind of humiliation. Oh, and what was her excuse when Mo asked her this specific question about current politics (I forgot what the question was)?
“Hindi na kasi ako nakakapagbasa ng news online eh kasi busy ako”.
This is one of the reasons why we need higher qualifications for public office. It’s not about discrimination for Pete’s sake. It’s for the betterment of our kids future.
The post I made the other day made think about things.
I like taking personality tests not because it affirms whatever notion I have in mind of thy self, but most of the time, it negates the things I know about the real me. It triggers thinking—something that will consequently lead to realizing things that I am not aware of before.
Most personality tests say that I am an extrovert. I never saw myself that way. Normally, extroverts direct their energy outward—to other people. However, I find myself bored most of the time when I am with others.
Well, it depends, really. I classify myself as an absorber, if there is such a thing. In my case, people should be entertaining enough for me to be entertaining as well. I realized that if you find me funny, then that means you are funny as well. I find myself having a hard time instigating the entertainment within a group, and so I just mimic the environment I am in.
That good or bad?
“Preparing competitive intelligence reports, providing research materials and global market analysis for White & Case law firms worldwide.”
This is what I want. I want to be a Competitive Intelligence Analyst.
And when I logged in into my account, I saw that I am under consideration. Please Lord, let this be the one. I really want this job. =D Keeping my fingers crossed.
Honestly, I want a job wherein I could brainstorm with other people. That is how I learn. I prefer working in a group, but can work alone as well.
That was the reason why I loooooooved group discussions back in High School and College, wherein people cared so much about what they could contribute to the group’s pool of ideas. The result? The best suggestions would normally surface since the person’s ego would refrain him or her from contributing dull ones. Haha. The others would go, “Ahhh yes yes, great idea”, and then will backtrack on why they haven’t thought about it in the first place, or better yet, think of a greater idea to topple the approved one.
It’s a dog-eat-dog scenario in a group activity and people will always find ways to improve the suggestion. Haha. And if they cannot suggest anything better than the accepted one, they will then start to concede and accept defeat. Alas, this is a good value everyone should learn. Haha. Nevertheless, I believe people will learn more from this setup.
Call me a cynic, but based on my not-so-long experience, this dog-eat-dog attitude is evident in any group situation. I’ve been with competitive ones, meek ones, the We-just-made-a-what-the-fuck-face-when-you-suggested-that-crap, the ones who will suggest anything for the heck of it and a lot more.
I’d be honest. I belong to the We-just-made-a-what-the-fuck-face-when-you-suggested-that-crap group. Hahaha. But I guess what’s important is that, you realize in the end (or after you’ve seen your mates’ faces) how crappy and stupid your suggestion was and why it was not feasible in the first place.
Right? =D
I fuckin’ want this job. I believe that I will experience the personal and career growth I am dying to have with this job.
And if it turns out to be a shitty job, you could always relieve yourself by saying “It’s a good stepping stone for my career”. Hahaha!
Marami akong pangarap.
Isa na dun ang maakyat ko ang puno ng mangga dito samin. Yung dalawa. Para fun. Tapos dun ako sa taas magtatayo ng isang malaking tree house na walang pwedeng pumasok kung hindi ang mga kaibigan ko lang. No trespassing kumbaga.
Tapos sa loob, makikita mo maraming pagkaing gawa sa mangga. May burong, may nilupak (?!), may atchara, may shake, at kung ano ano pang pwedeng maimbento gamit ang mangga. Yun ang fun. Ay, may nainom pala akong shake. Mangga at carrots na may condensed milk. Libre lang yun sa mall, so kumuha ako. Kilala moko, basta libre, papatulan ko. Masarap siya. Ndi ko nalasahan yung carrot kaya ko nasabing masarap. Haha.
Kanina nakausap ko rin si Cheska. Hahaha. Ang sarap nyang kausap. Parang lang kaming tanga. May acronyms pa siyang nalalaman. Hahaha!
Tapos si Angie naging super KJ. Umuwi nung nakakuha na ng mangga, nagstay lang ng sandali. Bakit kaya mahilig cya sa prutas? Simula sa hilaw na mangga hanggang sa basag-basag na star apple, tinitira nya. Feeling ko kung may puno ng saging samin na may bunga, may dalang sako to araw-araw. Hahaha. Damn you gotta love Angie. Hahaha! Ang kulit.
Si Igor tulog na. Di ba sumasakit ulo neto kasi pag dumadaan/tumatayo ako nagigising cya? Hahaha. Kung ako lang ang aso, matagal ko ng kinagat amo ko para pumirmi sa upuan. Haha.
Tapos nalaman ko na yung bahay pala dito ng mga Aguilar eh burial house pala to? Akala ko abandonado lang. Dun pala nakalibing mga ninuno ng asawa ni Kuya Manny Villar. Pota lang. Tapos may tagusan daw yun sa bahay ni Christopher de Leon. Cya na! Cya na ang may mumung nag-ccrossover.
Anlamig sa labas. Ang sarap. Pero kanina ko lng talaga napruwebahan na gusto kong maglakad sa arawan. Yung tipong masakit na sa balat na araw? Pero hindi humid kaya walang pawis. Ganyan kami sa Las Pinas, maaraw pero walang pawis. Oh baka ako lang yun kasi ndi ako uminom ng tubig buong araw.
Kape lang at isang bote ng Cobra ang pagkain ko sa buong araw kanina. Fun to. Tingnan natin kung gano kakapal na nag-mutate ung tiyan ko. Hahaha. Ilang linggo kaya bago ako magka-ulcer? Intayin natin. Curious kasi ako eh. Pag tinakbo ako sa ospital, baka ayaw maniwala ng doktor na may ulcer ako sa taba ko. HAHAHA. Papakain ko sa kanya yung tubo na may camera na isasaksak nya sa bibig ko.
Sabi pala ni Paula, meron daw opening sa Libis. Salamat Paula naisip moko. =) Mga ganyang bagay, natutuwa nako. Mababaw lang naman ako eh. Haha. Pero sabi ko Las Pinas ako nakatira, mgatipong 5-10 mins from Alabang. Haha. Baka naman 12mn nako makarating ng bahay nyan tapos 12mn alis narin ako. Edi sana sa kariton na lang ako tumira para kunyari chipetix na trailer van. May kulambo lang para iwas dengue. Mejo mahal pa naman ang dugo ko kasi AB+ ako. Pag nagkaduenge ako, tuloy na yun sa kabaong.
Nanood ako ng Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. After ko panoorin, parang nasuka ako sa pagkain. Anlaki ng twister spaghetti. Kadiri. Tapos yung mga pizza slices na anlalaki rin. Kadiri talaga.
Excited nako sa Quezon trip namin. Sasakay ako ng kalabaw na may ribbon! Lalagyan ko ng ribbon tapos magpphoto shoot ako dun. Tapos libre daw yung beach pare. Namiss ko na maginuman sa beach. Maligo sa beach. Magpa-araw. I want. Now na. Tapos nature tripping. Pwede raw ako mag-igib ng tubig dun!! I want! Pupunuin ko yung mga drum nila. =) Tapos lutong bahay ang mga pagkain. Panalo diba? Pwede daw mamingwit dun, yun ang pinakaiintay ko. Grade 7 ako nung huli ako namingwit. Haha. Bibili ako ng pusit, mura daw dun eh, tapos fresh from the bangka. Yahoo! =D Gagawin kong adobo, relleno, ihaw, calamares.
Pota, calamares. May naalala akong nakakainis. Anyway, moving on.
I am a walking contradiction, yes, I have to admit to that.
I plan things and I prefer my life to have a rigid routine; however, I get bored easily. If you may notice, whenever I talk to people, my interest doesn’t last that long, say, for the first 10 minutes, I may be reacting to someone’s jokes but after that, I may only give smirks or qualified “uh-huhs”. Really, it’s not that the person is boring, but the interaction has to be stimulating for my reaction nerves to respond. I don’t know how and to what extent I should be explaining this weird habit of mine, but honestly, it is not the fault of the other party I am talking to—it’s just that, I do really get bored easily.
I love challenges, but I hate constant change. How is that possible? Whenever there is something new, I have to have a “warming up” period. Give me a project to finish, and you would find me sloppy at first, constantly forgetting things to-do. Nevertheless, give me a few more days to adjust, and I normally excel in it. Seems pretty normal? Not a bit, since my starting output is pretty much the opposite of what I can produce after I have “warmed up”.
Since my FL yesterday, I was in shock not because I don’t have a job anymore, but because I had no idea what to do the whole day. I don’t have a routine anymore, and that made me shit my pants. All of my friends already have jobs (or are still studying, whichever), so I couldn’t just text people and ask them if we could hang out. My body had a hard time adjusting to my new routine, that is, to think all day on what I could do to kill time.
I feel stumped. I never experienced a no-routine life, and now I find myself searching for things to do. I’ve always had a reason to get up early (i.e. school, work or household chores), and since I grew up with someone who values time like it’s more precious than platinum (mom), I got used to living in a fast-paced and well-synchronized environment. Mom and I could be a team in figure skating, I tell thee.
But now, I find no purpose in waking up at 5am. I have officially become a bum, and I find the feeling weird. This is not me. This is not what I am used to doing. This is not how I was honed.
In fact, I find being a bum a tiring activity. Really.
So, I turned to my old hobby: Reading. I was pretty elated after I’ve read two chapters, especially since I haven’t had the chance to touch that book I’ve been reading since October. Last September, there was a book sale in Puregold, and I bought 10 books for P500. Not bad. The funny thing is, normally, the ones you see on sale are the good ones, not the expensive mainstream type (i.e. Harry Potter series, Dan Brown and Tolkien collection etc.). I was even appalled when I learned that the book The Prince, now costs less than P300—and that was the hardbound version.
I am currently finishing Admissions Confidential. I find the author very funny. The book was taken from the perspective of an admissions personnel from Duke University, narrating funny accounts and giving tips on how to get inside Ivy League Universities.
Anywho, I’ve already applied to seven different companies plus one international organization. Three Researcher positions, one Editor, one Associate Economics Researcher, one Content Analyst for journals, one Competitive Intelligence Analyst and a Researcher position in the United Nations (RoK). As of this moment, I am in the most dreaded step of the job application process—the time wherein I have to keep my phone open in case employers will call, and answer the hiring manager in my most modulated voice no matter what I am doing.
Anyway, I’m tired of typing. Que sera sera. Whatever will be, will be. Whatever happens in a week’s time, that I have to find out.
PS: Tomorrow, I plan to wake up early so I could join the gang and jog. Now that’s a good start for a morning routine. Haha. =)
I uninstalled Norton since it effed up my keygens and cracks. Hahaha. Then it slowed my computer a bit since Norton scans the program first before launching it. Stupid. Paired with a “security-paranoid” Win 7, it normally takes me minutes before a program opens (i.e. Word or Mozilla).
So I uninstalled Norton and downloaded Bitdefender. The first Bitdefender I installed was a trial version, so I searched for a working license number, but ended up empty-handed. So I searched for a torrent of the same antivirus. I was able to download one but it was in Spanish. Fuckin’ Spanish.
I installed it nevertheless. And then I found out that the keygen that came with the torrent was fake. Nothing worked. I tried several times (and when I say several, I mean a hundred or so. Haha.) but still nothing. So I decided to uninstall it since I wouldn’t want my (another) trial antivirus in Spanish.
But the demonic program won’t uninstall. Crap. Then my system started to fuck up, with various dialog boxes popping like shrooms, saying that the driver is not compatible with my shitty Win 7 OS. I downloaded a Win XP installer (iso format), mounted the image using Daemon tools, and discovered upon installation that the Win XP version I downloaded was the bootable one. Son of a fuckin’ gun. I don’t have a blank CD with me, and the nearest CD-R King is outside of the village. Crap.
If this is the case, I might as well buy an installer instead of burning this shit on a CD. My flash drive’s capacity is only 128mb, used for the sole purpose of saving my documents in it, and nothing more. The size of the Win XP installer is about 500mb, more or less.
I want to change my OS badly.
Oh Bill, Bill, Bill. Fix my laptop, please? It’s fucked up.
“Win XP will become obsolete by 2014”.
So I’ve heard.
The laptop had Win 7 Starter as its pre-installed OS, and I had no choice but to use the damn system (I was too busy last month to pass by a bootleg shop and buy a Win XP installer).
A friend of mine said that Win 7’s good for gaming. Not really. Win 7 uses a lot of RAM, and most of the programs that I currently use are not compatible with the shitty system. I experienced a lot of errors when installing applications, and its security needs constant authorization.
So I downloaded an XP torrent. =) Hooray for me. Finally, I will be able to enjoy the specs of this gadget. =D
My old laptop’s LCD effed up about 3 months ago. When mom arrived, she decided to buy me a new one and discard the old one. Well, I guess it was about time that dear old Compaq take its rest since we’ve been together already for a very, very long time.
Ilang papers ko na ang nagawa naming dalawa. Ilang papers na niya ang nagawa naming dalawa. Ilang topic rejections sa thesis ang nasaksihan niya. Ilang beses na akong napalayas sa silid-aralan dahil kakalaro ng football pag boring ang guro gamit ang mabuti kong laptop.
So since I took my leave today due to some health reasons, I decided to make my day productive. I migrated all my effing documents and files from my old laptop to the new one. Fuck. It’s supposed to be an easy task; however, since I only had a 512mb flash drive with me (my 4gig flash drive got busted when I was still in college), I had to transfer the files by batch. The LCD of the old laptop went haywire from time to time, and so I had to hold it the entire time. I basically transferred 23gig of files and documents using a 512mb drive. Shit man, I deserve a fuckin’ reward for having patience and determination. Haha.
Just when I was about to turn off the old one, I remembered my iPod. Fuck. All my music were in the library of my old laptop. Thank heavens my old 4gig flash drive got busted before, I had to find a way on how to save my reports in my iPod, and in the process, discover a hidden folder named “iPod_controls”.
Moreover, due to Apple iTunes’ ingenuity, their newest iTunes version allowed me to sync my music from iPod to my iTunes. Hahaha. Awesome job, Steve Jobs. Pun intended. Haha.
Now, I am happy.
Next project I would like to embark on is to discover ways on how to create a very destructive virus using only Nero 8. Just kidding.
Last Friday, I was on my way to the office when I heard the news about the preparation they were making for the Black Nazarene procession the next day. Today, I bought the newspaper and saw that two people died—one due to cardiac arrest, and the other one was due to severe head injuries when he fell from the pedestal where that statue was held in place.
I remember what the news anchor said last Friday: “Napakarami ng deboto ng Nazareno. Kung anong meron ang estatwang ito, na gawa lamang naman sa kahoy, ay hindi ko alam.”
The truth of the matter is, Filipinos see something holy out of objects. Filipinos are fond of associating inanimate things with the unseen anima. We are the only Roman Catholics in the whole world who make the sign of the cross whenever we pass by a Church. Whether this may be part of the habit we acquired from our animistic forefathers, no one can tell.
Religion is an inner drive, a cause that neither reason nor logic could explain. After all, faith is belief without proof.
But don’t get me wrong. I don’t follow the rituals. I don’t go to Mass, and I rarely confess. I go direct to Him. There is something about the Roman Catholic institution that makes me feel as if religion is synonymous to a scientific method. It’s pretty rigid and routinized, and I don’t like it. I know when to stand up during Mass, when to sit down, when to kneel, when to say your peace offerings; And honestly, there were times before wherein I just followed what others were doing, not really listening to what the priest was saying.
When I decided to go direct to Him, I found myself happier. Goes to show that I don’t really need a “vehicle” for Him to listen to me, or vice versa.
I try to be a Christian in my own little ways, and I think that suits Him, me, and my brethren more.
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Mom’s gonna be arriving two days from now. Damn. The house is still unorganized, and I don’t have the energy anymore to clean the rest of the mess I made for the past year.
Mom, please don’t kill me when you enter the door. I promise to clean the house thoroughly when you arrive.
And yes, I’ve never been this excited. Finally, mom is going to meet her. What restaurant is appropriate for the event? Hmm. For it not to be awkward, I think there should be a live band or a stand up comedian, or whatever.
But mom doesn’t like noisy places. Fuckit, this is driving me nuts.
