Complexities of a prince\’s life…

You know that feeling when you’re on the 7th floor and you step into an empty elevator and then you press “7” constantly and nothing’s happening, and you’re just standing there wondering what the hell is wrong with it. You soon realize the problem. You should have pressed “G” for Pete’s sake. *sigh*

You know that feeling when you’re on the 7th floor and you step into an empty elevator and then you press ”7″ constantly and nothing’s happening, and you’re just standing there wondering what the hell is wrong with it. You soon realize the problem. You should have pressed “G” for Pete’s sake. *sigh*

something I wrote yesterday…

Warning: This is an emo post. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you guys.

It’s 12:13 am and I have a big report in a few hours. It’s almost done but there’s still a lot of things that needs to be done. But here I am, typing, blogging, totally engross on something other than my report.

It’s my finals next week but I’m not looking forward for the after-finals-party weekend but rather for a movie to be released here in LA. I’m only going to admit this once and probably think of an excuse of posting this in the future (like, somebody hacked into my account. or something. lol!) but I’m going to watch “One More Chance.”

There’s something about the movie that makes me want to see it so bad. For one, Bea and John Lloyd are good actors. We have TFC and I was able to watch some of their soaps a few months back. The trailer caught my attention the most. And aside from the cheesy but heartfelt lines, I must admit, it definitely hits home.

There’s one part where Bea’s character pours her heart out saying that she’s been hoping that all these time, John Lloyd’s character would say that she’s still the one that he loves. Or something to that effect. And it felt as if she knew what my heart feels and yearns for.

The hard part is, I can’t do anything about it. Not right now. I pray to God that someday, He would make a way. And I’m hopeful, that we can have another chance. Just one more.

To the girl who still holds a big chunk of this good ol’ heart:

I hope all is well with you. I miss you so much and I pray that God continues to shower you with blessings and love. Keep up the good work and I’m so proud of all the things you’ve accomplished so far. You’re a very strong and determined woman and that’s what I admire about you the most.

I don’t know if you still remember this but way back then, we drew our hands in a sheet of paper. One side was yours, the other was mine. It was one of those childish games where we determine who we would end up with. You didn’t know this but you were on my list. And guess what, your name came up. I’m still holding on to that piece of paper. And just like how your palm was against mine, I would look forward to holding your hands once more.

Warning: This is an emo post. Don’t tell me I didn’t warn you guys.

It’s 12:13 am and I have a big report in a few hours. It’s almost done but there’s still a lot of things that needs to be done. But here I am, typing, blogging, totally engross on something other than my report.

It’s my finals next week but I’m not looking forward for the after-finals-party weekend but rather for a movie to be released here in LA. I’m only going to admit this once and probably think of an excuse of posting this in the future (like, somebody hacked into my account. or something. lol!) but I’m going to watch “One More Chance.”

There’s something about the movie that makes me want to see it so bad. For one, Bea and John Lloyd are good actors. We have TFC and I was able to watch some of their soaps a few months back. The trailer caught my attention the most. And aside from the cheesy but heartfelt lines, I must admit, it definitely hits home.

There’s one part where Bea’s character pours her heart out saying that she’s been hoping that all these time, John Lloyd’s character would say that she’s still the one that he loves. Or something to that effect. And it felt as if she knew what my heart feels and yearns for.

The hard part is, I can’t do anything about it. Not right now. I pray to God that someday, He would make a way. And I’m hopeful, that we can have another chance. Just one more.

To the girl who still holds a big chunk of this good ol’ heart:

I hope all is well with you. I miss you so much and I pray that God continues to shower you with blessings and love. Keep up the good work and I’m so proud of all the things you’ve accomplished so far. You’re a very strong and determined woman and that’s what I admire about you the most.

I don’t know if you still remember this but way back then, we drew our hands in a sheet of paper. One side was yours, the other was mine. It was one of those childish games where we determine who we would end up with. You didn’t know this but you were on my list. And guess what, your name came up. I’m still holding on to that piece of paper. And just like how your palm was against mine, I would look forward to holding your hands once more.

We’re turning 1. See how time flies Rob.

For someone who cannot stay put in one place for a short amount of time, that’s definitely a milestone.

On a side note,

Just last Saturday, I went to the dentist for cleaning and she [ze dentist] kept asking me if everything was ok.

“Yeah, aside from the fact that I’m drowning here!! Can you fix your “sucking tube” because it’s not sucking fast enough? On top of that, stop taking your time and start doing your job, will you? I’m bored.”

Fine, I wish I could have said that but I just mumbled something like, “I’m ok.” It’s been a while since I went to the dentist, but seriously, I was almost gagging. It would have been one of the worst dental appointments I’ve experienced had it not for the main dentist who came over to check the cleaning that was done. He asked the other dentist to call my mom (to my surprise) and then asked how old I was. I said, “Uh.. twenty three.” He laughed and told the assistant not to send my mom in anymore. [hold on to your seats] Then he said, “I thought you were 17.” For once, I did not know if it was a compliment or not.

Anyway, as I was saying: we’re turning 1. Yay! Almost that is. Exact date is on the 27th (Bestfriend Vickyto’s birthday too).

Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

*As cliché as it may sound, it really felt that it was predetermined (see, I avoided using the D word).

*I was so proud when I got you, I called my mom right away.

*I was so excited the first week. They say it’s the honeymoon stage, but throughout the months, I still feel blessed each day.

*At first, I wanted to prove a lot of things. But you taught me that being me is my greatest asset.

*Sometimes I chose my friends and going out over you but you were flexible enough to understand.

*You made me realize how valuable things are and at the same time provided for me.

*You were the only one I’ve ever took home.

*And as much as I’m happy right now, I know that someday we’ll part ways.

*Because as much as I really like you, I know that this is temporary.

So happy one year to me and my work here at the California Department of Corporations! I love my work, the people I work with (Education and Outreach Department), and the fact that I continue to grow each day.

We’re turning 1. See how time flies Rob.

For someone who cannot stay put in one place for a short amount of time, that’s definitely a milestone.

On a side note,

Just last Saturday, I went to the dentist for cleaning and she [ze dentist] kept asking me if everything was ok.

“Yeah, aside from the fact that I’m drowning here!! Can you fix your “sucking tube” because it’s not sucking fast enough? On top of that, stop taking your time and start doing your job, will you? I’m bored.”

Fine, I wish I could have said that but I just mumbled something like, “I’m ok.” It’s been a while since I went to the dentist, but seriously, I was almost gagging. It would have been one of the worst dental appointments I’ve experienced had it not for the main dentist who came over to check the cleaning that was done. He asked the other dentist to call my mom (to my surprise) and then asked how old I was. I said, “Uh.. twenty three.” He laughed and told the assistant not to send my mom in anymore. [hold on to your seats] Then he said, “I thought you were 17.” For once, I did not know if it was a compliment or not.

Anyway, as I was saying: we’re turning 1. Yay! Almost that is. Exact date is on the 27th (Bestfriend Vickyto’s birthday too).

Here’s what I’ve learned so far:

*As cliché as it may sound, it really felt that it was predetermined (see, I avoided using the D word).

*I was so proud when I got you, I called my mom right away.

*I was so excited the first week. They say it’s the honeymoon stage, but throughout the months, I still feel blessed each day.

*At first, I wanted to prove a lot of things. But you taught me that being me is my greatest asset.

*Sometimes I chose my friends and going out over you but you were flexible enough to understand.

*You made me realize how valuable things are and at the same time provided for me.

*You were the only one I’ve ever took home.

*And as much as I’m happy right now, I know that someday we’ll part ways.

*Because as much as I really like you, I know that this is temporary.

So happy one year to me and my work here at the California Department of Corporations! I love my work, the people I work with (Education and Outreach Department), and the fact that I continue to grow each day.

CONGRATULATIONS to all successful applicants! More specially to my friends from UP Diliman-Charissa, Cille, Theresa, KEMers (woohoo!)-Majoy(haha!), Gert, Cel, Nat, Weene, Cha, Josie, Julie Pearl, Louie, Joel, Gary, and my kada-Maja, Angge, and Jaime! I’m proud of y’all!!!

*I hope I didn’t miss any names..

** Here’s a link to the list: Board Passers

Believe it or not, I’m still adjusting with the whole +1 thing that miraculously happens each year. You know, when you turn a year older. I’ve been too preoccupied with school, work, and planning D-day that I somehow forgot to adjust my mental count (both intentional and not).

Case in point #1

A couple of days ago, while driving home from Kris’ palace [I had dinner there because he wanted to try one of the recipes in his new cookbook. It was Pasta with some weird French or Italian cheese sauce with scallops. It was good. Plus, it was free – you can’t beat that.] he was driving by the way, it suddenly dawned upon me. I’m twenty-freakin’-three. Twenty three. Vingt-trois. Veinte y tres. Nijuusan. Dalawampu’t-tatlo. 23.

It felt weird saying it. I actually asked him if I really was 23.

Case in point #2

It’s almost the holiday season and I know that I’ll be spending a lot this last two months. I actually started my Christmas shopping last weekend at Barnes and Noble. With that said, I thought of applying for a part-time job at Borders (ironically, Barnes and Noble’s competition. Haha). I was applying online and one of the basic questions was my age. I scrolled 22 then hit the next button. Then bam! I realized my mistake and went back.

It felt weird typing/writing it.

Case in point #3

This hasn’t occurred yet but I’m sure it will, eventually. Someone will ask how old/young (perspective) I am. I’ll tell him/her that I’m 23. He/she might reply “You’re 23? You look so young….” I might be pushing my luck with the second sentence. But you get my point.

Someday, it will feel weird hearing it.

And lastly, I’ve got to rent Jim Carrey’s “The Number 23.” The question is, will it feel weird watching it?

I just realized how corny 23 can be.

CPP

It’s my first quarter here in CPP and so far everything’s been fine and dandy. I’m not quite used to how the whole quarter system work, but I’m adapting quite well. Everything’s done so fast. Imagine taking a Stoichiometry class in 10 weeks.

The challenge here is not how hard problems are but rather how one can solve a bunch of simple problems fairly easily and moving on from there. In my opinion, that’s way better than trying to juice students’ brains. I’m all about practicality now.

Yes, hard universities that dwell deep within the scope of a particular field may very well produce high quality graduates but in the real world, there’s more than that. Networking for instance, plays an integral role in the whole post-academe work. But then again, knowing people can only take you as far as it can but keeping that job is another question. Skills, knowledge, and hard work are all necessary at the end of the day. And yes, choosing Cal Poly was the best decision I’ve made. I have enough time to concentrate on my studies while continually building friendships and my social network.

Dinner at Denny’s

The other day, while eating Buffalo wings (I had to mention this because they are the bomb! Yum!), my friend started asking a bunch of interesting questions. Like, what’s the difference between dating and seeing? When do you decide to date or see someone exclusively? When do you buy presents for the other person? When to have sex? Seriously, I was laughing my ass off and was wondering if he’s on to something. Linda tried to explain as thoroughly as she could until Elmer (the friend) asked her this question: “So, you’re dating huh? Have you done it yet (trying to demonstrate it with his fingers)?” Haha!

Tennis tournament

I entered this tennis tournament last weekend. All the while, I thought it would be for non-varsity players only to find out that I was the only non-varsity player in the tournament. So much for my chances, right? Well, to sum it up, it was a good tournament for me. Even though I lost, I had a great time. My friends came to support me (more like take pictures) and it just feels nice to compete again. Now, on to polishing my strokes.

Happy Halloween Y’all! Be safe!