How Apt...

This was taken from my horoscope:

The Bottom Line

Be patient about a new opportunity. It might take longer to come than you thought.

I'm still anxious about having no OJT offers.  What a timely statement for me.  Well, I do hope I get an offer to work here in Metro Manila.  The suspense is killing me

Wanted: Model

Is there anybody interested in modeling for a photo shoot (for free)?  I'm helping out a friend for a photography project.  He is part of a photography team called Certain Kind of Hue.

According to him, their shoot will be a kind of "editorial", in the sense that they will interpret a certain issue/topic/subject through photographs.

Just e-mail, YM or PM me if you're game :)

:(

I know you worked so hard and did your best.  Maybe it's just part of a greater plan.

why read?

taken from Zafra's blog:

Life Extension Systems

At the awards lunch for the Philippine Star and National Bookstore’s “My Favorite Book” contest at Le Souffle, the jurors were asked to talk about their own favorite books. I was about to go with my default settings—The Catcher In The Rye, The Great Gatsby—but the more I thought about the question the less decisive I got. I’ve read a bunch of books since Catcher and Gatsby and loved them. There’s A Sport And A Pastime by James Salter, Love In A Cold Climate by Nancy Mitford, A Handful Of Dust by Evelyn Waugh. Dostoevsky’s The Idiot took me a year to get through, but I loved it. And Persuasion and Dune. I love Tess of the D’Urbervilles, the Old Testament, The Ogre by Michel Tournier. Catch-22 knocked me flat, as did The Age Of Innocence. Why do I have to choose? It’s like being asked to choose which one of my cats I would save from the gas chamber.

I got to thinking: Why do I read? That seemed an easier question. And I figured that I read because I only have one life and much as I love it, I don’t like the limitation. So I read books, especially novels, for the extra lives. By my reckoning, a good novel is an extra life lived. I’ve never fled Moscow at the approach of Napoleon’s army, but I know what that’s like. As a child I never met an escaped prisoner at a graveyard and helped him get away, but I know what that’s like. I didn’t personally fight in the Trojan War, figure out a way to end it, then spend ten years meeting cyclops, sirens, witches who turned my crew into swine, before getting home, but I remember the experience as if I’d lived it. That’s why I read books. Don’t make me choose one.

It reminds me of the question on what book prompted me to start my love for reading.  The fact is, I don't remember any particular book.  I was just drawn to the experience of reading when I was young.

It's been a long time since I've actually read a novel.  I miss reading

Break Muna...

Or not...

Sabog Moment

After Philo class, I took a nap.  I think I was able to sleep by 5 PM.  When I woke up, I checked the time, and I saw it was 7 (I didn't think whether it was AM or PM).  I was thinking it was already the following day (maybe at first because I thought it was 7 AM).  All my roommates were gone, and the lights in the room were turned off.  It was already dark because it was past 6 PM (I then realized it was 7 PM instead of AM).  At that moment, I panicked a little because I thought I cut my classes for the whole day.

When I turned on the lights, it dawned on me that I just took a nap a few hours earlier, and it was still the same day.

Where'd all the good people go?

They're still alive!

1. I was very fortunate to have a very good taxi driver last Friday.  I was going to IDS Logistics for an interview, and I had no idea where the place was.  All I knew was it was near Eastwood.  I had to ask Aiza for directions.  While going there, I was on the look out for landmarks that Aiza told me.  It was obvious I had no idea where the place really was, but the driver was polite and never took advantage of my ignorance.  When we reached the street where IDS was located, we spotted a sign on a building, and I told the driver to drop me there.  I was surveying the building, and I realized the office of IDS wasn't there.  I asked a guard from the building about the location of IDS, and he told me it was still straight ahead of the building, and I had to walk further.

That time it was raining, and I was wearing business clothes.  But then I couldn't do anything that time except to walk to IDS.  As I was walking for a short while, the taxi came back to get me.  The driver told me he saw where IDS was, and he realized I dropped off at the wrong point.  He came back to get me because he knew I would have to walk some distance under the rain.  When I got to IDS, the driver told me not to pay anymore.  Mabait daw ako.  If only all taxi drivers were like him, I would never curse them ever again.

2. The guards in IDS were also very kind.  After the interview, I waited for a taxi outside IDS.  Some minutes later, a guard told me to come inside the compound and just wait there.  He asked another guard to get a taxi for me.  He said I might get wet (it was still raining that time) waiting for a taxi to arrive.  Such nice guards :)