Welcome to my thoughts, in technifuckingcolor.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
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I love airplanes, airports, airplane food, and luggages. Basically everything about travel.
I’m still considering aviation school. In a few years, hopefully.
So originally, I had two job interviews scheduled today
I had one of them rescheduled for tomorrow and went to the other. I think it went pretty well, considering how shy I usually get during job interviews.
Anyway, at the Medical Plaza lobby, I left my driver’s license to get a visitor’s pass. After the interview, in my rush to grab something to eat, I LEFT WITHOUT CLAIMING IT. Imagine my horror when I realized that I was driving without a license. IN MAKATI, NO LESS.
FML.
Two job interviews today.
I only found out ten minutes ago.
E-mail fail. Sigh.
Wish me luck!
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Until now.
When I was 5, while on a holiday in Germany, I got lost in a supermarket. Imagine my horror when I started imagining scenarios of being an orphan in a foreign land. Yeah, cool story.
Ah, bacon flavored chocolate. My two favorites rolled into one. I must try this.
Trying to decide
if I’m going to watch Urbandub (along with Razorback, Kastigo, and a few other bands) play at this gig place 5 mins away from our house. The thing is, i’m too lazy to drive.
Orr, option two: I can stay home, watch DVDs and order in from McDonalds.
Le sigh.
This morning, while running errands.
This is usually how the passenger seat looks like when I’m alone. All my “necessities” during the car ride shoould be accessible, a book, just in case it’s traffic, my wallet and coin purse, my make-up kit, my shades, and my cell phone.
This was my Mother in the 80s, my Dad gave her this painting before they got married.
I remember how my Mom and I used to fight about the most mundane things. High school was hell. I was arrogant, selfish, and going through that whole “phase”. I remember how much I hated her. She seemed to be taking over my life, with all her rules and restrictions. I never understood her then. I was too self-absorbed to care about anyone but myself.
During my second year in college, I went through a period of depression. My Mom was with me through my whole ~emo~ ordeal. I considered leaving school for a term or two, but my Mom sat me down and convinced me not to. For a whole term, she brought me to school everyday (which really is something, considering we live in Paranaque, I went to school in Taft, and she worked in Pasig), and she’d fetch me after work. It’s amazing how patient she was with me. Looking back, while she was doing all this for me, my attitude was still pretty shitty. GAAAH, I’m sorry Mom!
So yes, Happy Mother’s Day to my gorgeous Mother. I love you with all my heart. Thanks for putting up with me ♥
