From Personal Life

Bababa Ba? Bababa.

I just received this anecdote from a friend, who had read this somewhere. And it made me realize how fun Tagalog really is as a language. I was in the elevator with an American. We were going down to the ground floor, but before reaching it, we stopped at the 4th floor. It opened to a Filipino. She asked me, “Bababa ba?” I replied, “Bababa.” In she went. Upon closing of the door, the American asked curiously, “I’m sorry. Did you guys just have a conversation?“ A’right. To all my non-Filipino readers, I’m gonna explain this to you. “Bababa” is…

Job Requirement: Must Be in Your Right Mind

I’ve been trying to find a job online for a week now. The job I want is just something that can fill the gap between now and me-becoming-a-diplomat day. And being naturally picky, I am really having a tough time finding jobs which I think suit me, or at least interest me. Having a BA Film degree (which is under the Mass Communication umbrella ella ella eh eh eh hehehehe), the employers who are most likely to hire me are advertising agencies, production houses, TV networks, and movie outfits. However, I’ve tried all of them and I didn’t like them. Or if I did like them, the compensation wasn’t…

Heart Check-up

I just received the most ridiculous text message from Frances: “Sudden realization. I think you’re in love with Astrid. I don’t know, it just entered my mind.” What the..?! Where did this come from?! Asta is an incredibly good friend. Yes, she’s very special to me, considering the ups-and-downs that we’ve been through. We’ve experienced the worst in our friendship. We hated each other so much, and now, we’re good friends. We’re close, but nowhere close to having a romantic relationship. Really. Anyways, I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about the condition of my heart lately. And I realized…

Define Happiness

NATIONAL LIST OF QUALIFIERS Foreign Service Examination Qualifying Test Department of Foreign Affairs 06 May 2007 Now, I have a pretty good reason to smile for the rest of the week. One step closer to becoming an ambassador, er, diplomat. Ehehehe.

Let there be space.

Here’s a cart and fill it with everything on display: those African love birds that you find too noisy; those cool keep-out and hands-off signs that you never respect; those royal purple undies you have always disgusted; those designer clothes you enjoy to bash harshly; those elegant jewelry you keep complaining about; those blue roses that you are allergic to; those leather shoes that make you stumble; that exquisite bed you choose to avoid sleeping in; that velvet rope you say you can hang yourself with; that silver pen that can write only my name; that wrapped gift you left…

The First Day of December

Note: Blogger’s original work. Don’t plagiarize. To those who would dare, as my friend Ayn says it, may the wrath of heaven and earth fall upon you. This is fiction. Please see legal and ethical reminders on the sidebar. Thanks very much. It’s been a bad day. After wasting hours at a cafe drinking practically every cup of coffee that place had to offer, here I am now. Alone. And waiting for the bus. I’ve been to different places in Europe but this is my first time in Bulgaria. And it turns out to be the most frustrating day I…

Oh, Men!

…They’re like chocolate cakes, like cigarettes. I know they’re bad for me but I just can’t leave them alone…. — Buses and Trains, Bachelor Girl