i haven't been updating lately because i really don't have anything good enough to post. and i have been busy finding my way (read: keep getting lost) around a foreign city that's just 45 minutes away from my home town. plus, im heartbroken.
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WARNING: PERSONAL (READ: BORING) POSTS AHEAD!!
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if you do not wish to read about my so-called life please return tomorrow for the usual funny posts.
okay, if you're still with me, i'll start this post with the getting lost part.
i have been looking for work (again). yes, you heard it right, bumming season is over. i have been applying for work in the city of san fernando, and given my potential to get lost in my own backyard, it takes me quite some time to get to my destination and back. that's why i haven't been updating, transporting from here to there eats up my precious hours of existence in this world.
it's as easy as following the yellow brick road. the jeepney doesn't make any turns, the journey can be summarized in three words, "keep going straight". but that's what makes remembering the journey hard. so fuck it.
what did i apply for? well you'll find out as you read along.
flashback: two months ago, i finally got my dream job. i was accepted as a web editor/developer for small company. the road to get there was to pass a series of tests and interviews and beat 6 guys (other applicants) with your impressive resume and skills. we fought for one slot, for the company junior programmer. in the end, it was i who triumphed.
back in my highschool days, i was already scripting shit, back when prepaid internet cards (dial-up) were still popular. i wrote my own color/commands scripts for mIRC and i have released two beta versions, sadly the said copies were lost. the script did not gain much popularity but my friends loved it and used it. next were custom maps/campaigns for star craft. i remember making a star wars themed campaign which contained 20-30 maps, a thousand triggers, the works. my friends also thought the campaigns were pretty good.
i was so hurt when i turned down that job a few minutes after they called and informed me that i made it. the job was fun, the workplace was just a tricycle away, the salary was reasonable, and my co-workers were mostly 34-36B's . the senior programmer would teach me new languages and stuff. it's like learning what you like and you're getting paid for it.
sadly i have to give these up for...
faking my accent and nationality for a living. yes, fated like a true blooded information technology pinoy student. i wanted to be a bad ass programmer but my older sister told me to get a high salary job. i couldn't do anything because she's my mother/elder sister now. and i guess she knows best.
me: man, i'm still not psyched up for my new job.
friend: look at the bright side man, the world has two countries that predestine their people for that kind of work. one is the philippines and the other one is india.
me: good, those american bastards can easily mistake me for an indian. that's very comforting.
friend: i didn't mean it that way. look they share the same fate as you.
me: *in an indian accent* noh sehr, i um unh american!! i du nut eat curry. death to cows. long live big macs.
man , i just hate being in a business that provides assistance to idiotic high-and-mighty americans, greencard holders, and fil-ams (read: fil-ling amerikanos).
but there's nothing i can do about it.
he who cannot focus on his work does not have the right to talk about his dreams. -from the jdrama bambino!
