Today I: Had an interview: Pondered on the question “Give me an example of how crazy you are.” Struggled to answer the question in a truthful but SFW manner, ended up giving a really lousy non-answer.  Talked with Rai on Skype: Haven’t spoken to her for six months, but similar to all our other conversations in the last 10 years, I ranted, she encouraged, then vice-versa.  Had an afternoon videoke session - with my colleagues, and my colleague’s balikbayan sister. Lots of inappropriate dancing, lots of iced tea, and a foreign husband who didn’t seem very happy about his wife’s and other Filipinos’ passion for karaoke. Haha   Had a good dinner - at Mr. Jones in Greenbelt. Underwhelmed by their tapa, but overwhelmed by the other dishes that I did not order.  Had an great dinner conversation - with Jom and Charz, who for the past one and a half year had listened to my hashed and re-hashed questions and statements on the same ol’ topic. Discussion focused on family, behavior, attitude, moving forward, jobs, and packaging.  Had a Quote Fest/Semi-Standoff? - lots and lots of quotes about fear and moving forward. Plus an African proverb with a questionably stereotyped origin. It might be a good idea to have a debate where responses would be exclusively limited to quotes.  Got an idea - which I thought of on the drive home, while listening to the radio. I hope I can work through on it.   Received the “Thank You” a.k.a rejection letter - which was sent five hours ago and which I read a few minutes ago. This ends the uncertainty of a grueling presentation and four nerve-wracking interviews. At least they were speedy.   Had a lot of thoughts and questions in my head - Like oh jeez, how much rejection can a girl take in a year? Do I order beer or iced tea while singing? It’s not even half year yet! Did I subconsciously screw this up because I was more afraid than I’d like to admit? So much for saving myself from things. I didn’t really want-want it. This tapa’s too salty. I don’t really have a lot of time, do I?    Resolved that: I’d have to rape resilience in the ass and eat as much of it as I can. There’s no other choice. Plan C is now out. Got to move on to the next letter, I’m sure more letters will come in sight as I go along. Hohoho. 

Today I:

  • Had an interview: Pondered on the question “Give me an example of how crazy you are.” Struggled to answer the question in a truthful but SFW manner, ended up giving a really lousy non-answer. 
  • Talked with Rai on Skype: Haven’t spoken to her for six months, but similar to all our other conversations in the last 10 years, I ranted, she encouraged, then vice-versa. 
  • Had an afternoon videoke session - with my colleagues, and my colleague’s balikbayan sister. Lots of inappropriate dancing, lots of iced tea, and a foreign husband who didn’t seem very happy about his wife’s and other Filipinos’ passion for karaoke. Haha  
  • Had a good dinner - at Mr. Jones in Greenbelt. Underwhelmed by their tapa, but overwhelmed by the other dishes that I did not order. 
  • Had an great dinner conversation - with Jom and Charz, who for the past one and a half year had listened to my hashed and re-hashed questions and statements on the same ol’ topic. Discussion focused on family, behavior, attitude, moving forward, jobs, and packaging. 
  • Had a Quote Fest/Semi-Standoff? - lots and lots of quotes about fear and moving forward. Plus an African proverb with a questionably stereotyped origin. It might be a good idea to have a debate where responses would be exclusively limited to quotes. 
  • Got an idea - which I thought of on the drive home, while listening to the radio. I hope I can work through on it.  
  • Received the “Thank You” a.k.a rejection letter - which was sent five hours ago and which I read a few minutes ago. This ends the uncertainty of a grueling presentation and four nerve-wracking interviews. At least they were speedy.  
  • Had a lot of thoughts and questions in my head - Like oh jeez, how much rejection can a girl take in a year? Do I order beer or iced tea while singing? It’s not even half year yet! Did I subconsciously screw this up because I was more afraid than I’d like to admit? So much for saving myself from things. I didn’t really want-want it. This tapa’s too salty. I don’t really have a lot of time, do I?   
  • Resolved that: I’d have to rape resilience in the ass and eat as much of it as I can. There’s no other choice. Plan C is now out. Got to move on to the next letter, I’m sure more letters will come in sight as I go along. Hohoho. 
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