i am sooo hungry

I was at a dinner at Sze-Chuan last night. I limited myself to the pata tim, fish, and nido soup.

I found myself staring at the bread rolls and yang chow fried rice. I had to stop myself from yelling, Give me my carbs!!!

secret admirer

Somebody has a crush on me. He's been sending me texts for the past few months, telling me how beautiful I am, that he never thought I was this tall, that I look like a nice person, and that despite my being married he still thinks I'm a terrific catch, etc. This morning was a shock when he texted me about my hearing mass at Christ the King yesterday. He even knows what color blouse I wore to church.

Could he be stalking me? He swears we've never met, nor that my husband set him up. He won't tell me who gave him my number, but that person has my picture in his wallet.

DUH????????????? Someone other than my parents is keeping a picture of me in his wallet?????????

wish food had that effect on me

Daddy to skinny preschooler daughter:

Dad: Ang payat-payat mo! Kumakain ka pa ba?!

Daughter: Oo! Kumakain ako.

Dad: Eh saan napupunta?

Daughter: Baka dito! (taps her forehead)

demanding jobhunter

It's been pretty common for me to see at least three new job applications in my inbox every morning. I scan these CVs briefly in the morning and then get back to reviewing them in the afternoon, after which I either delete the email or call the applicant for an interview.

This morning was no exception. After a total of 3 minutes scanning new CVs, I went on to print some documents. Just as I was in the middle of a war with the crappy inkjet that refused to print my excel file correctly, the phone rang. It was an applicant whose application I saw in my inbox just a few minutes ago.

Rather early to follow up, isn't it? As he introduced himself I remembered his CV as unique because of his name. Not that I'd easily remember the name, but more for how I could possibly remember it, for his name sounded Indian. He had also graduated (with honors)from some school in Canada and wanted to pursue a career in finance.

I told him right away, I had just opened my email and there are over 20 applicants vying for the position, we'll just call you. I figured what I said was pretty clear as I put the phone down and went back to the printer spewing page after page of half-finished printouts.

Then it rang again. Lee, one of the guys here in the office, answered it. LG, he says he's from the Pakistani Embassy and he's asking why you slammed the phone down his ear.

Huh??? Duh???

First of all, I didn't slam the phone down his ear. Secondly, I told him we'd call him. Thirdly, kapal ng mukha to ask such a question. This guy's application is finished, I mumbled.

A distraught Pakistani irate at my rude behavior. Come on. He called very early in the morning, what right has he to assume that he'd be so perfect for the company? Just because he studied in Canada? Like, DUH! If he's so good, why the fuck couldn't he get a job there???

Pakistani embassy my ass, so what if his dad's a diplomat? Will his dad freeze all trade between the Philippines? What stuff do we import there, anyway? Goat meat??? Will the Philippine's GNP shrink from goat meat shortage???

me? terror?

I've been getting rave reviews about my interview style:

"Kinatay ako!"
"Terror sya!"
"Grabe, she asked so many questions about economics."

deep-seated issues

I had a really disturbing dream. In it, I interviewed a certain girl for one of our openings. The girl turned out to be one of Jayson's girlfriends from his VERY recent past. After the interview, I told my bosses about it, and they said, OK, send her in! After which they decided they liked her and offered her the job!

I told my boss, can we talk in private? We went to his office where I started cursing him and beating him up. And I beat him up real good. My fists were flying as if I were Pacquiao beating the crap out of Marquez. Then I woke up.

Anyone care to interpret?

the notebook

Made me cry. See for yourself. It made me realize how much I really love my husband.

My favorite love story movies, in no particular order:
1. Love Story - Love means never having to say you're sorry. Sob!
2. The Notebook - I want an ending like that. Jayson and I dying peacefully in our sleep together. When we're old.
3. Always
4. Vertigo - I saw this when I was 12 and creeped me out.
5. Dogfight - ugly girls win!
6. You've got mail
7. Ghost - I guess I'm gonna have to watch over Jayson long after I'm dead.
8. Somewhere in Time
9. Love Actually
10. Only You - It's written in the stars
11. Good Fellas - I loved the part where Henry and Karen Hill collapsed on the floor holding each other because the cocaine had been flushed down the toilet by Karen, and Henry felt hopeless because the cocaine was their only way out. Alright, so they're divorced now.

I saw Gone with the Wind when I was sixteen. It dragged on too much for me. Now that I'm older, though....

another interview

Just one interview and what ticked me off was the fact that she left ATENEO for La Salle, simply because Taft is nearer her place!!!

She claims to have graduated cum laude, double major. Her grades were great. But one thought struck me: If she's a cum laude and all, why isn't she swamped with offers from multinationals? Something wrong there.

And her quirky voice. Slight arrogance in her tone, too.

Maybe all multinationals found the same faults as I did!!!