Greymatter is looking mighty attractive right now.
So I finally gave in my 2 weeks notice at my job. Sorta. Since I've never resigned from a job before, I was terrified at the prospect, to the point that I seriously considered not quitting, just so I wouldn't have to resign. Weird ko, no. Anyways I did it, but not without spewing a whole host of white lies, like how long I've known about going back to school, blah blah blah. And to top it off, i offered to do part time work if they wanted me to still help out. Ack. And my boss took me up on it. Double ack. So much for the clean break. But at least I won't have to worry about looking for part time work, plus I'll have flexible hours. Plus I can still back out when I find out my schedule. I could add another white lie to the pile and say my schedule just doesn't allow for part time work. Boohoo.
I got some nice presents this year - once again I didn't expect much and was more excited about the gifts I gave rather than received. What I gave to my friends was photographs I've taken (except for the one I gave H -- B actually took the photo of the choir I gave to him) and bought frames for them. It was pretty neat, I just printed out the photos from my printer, cropped them a bit and slid them in to the picture frames. They came out so nice, I almost decided to keep them for myself. Hehe.
B got me a Palm m100 Handheld so I can finally be organized in my life. I also got a bunch of gloves, a cap and scarf, some nice sweaters, a bag, a Conair Quick Braid (reason # 4325 to grow my hair, hehe) and cash. Wahoo:)
Kawawa naman si
Cheesedip, puro mga KSP na Fil Am lang ang na kilala niya. Ako naman, KSPP - Kulang Sa Pinoy Pride! Bwahahahaha. Hindi na daw Pinoy yung mga pinanganak dito even if their Philippine-born parents are working "like dogs" overseas. Bwahahaha. Halos wala na daw glass-ceiling sa Pinas. Bwahahahaha. As much as I get annoyed by her ideas,
Cheesdip is one of the few blogs that I can never get sick of, no matter how naive and narrow minded her thinking often gets.
Happy Holidays all! I actually done wrapping all my presents, I can't bilib it! Nothing much is new, though I am absolutely loving
Sting's new CD
...all this time. Well, in an hour, I'm off to play at the third mass in two days. Sheesh. Merry Christmas:)
Sometimes I wish everyone would just leave me alone.
Fifty-three years ago today, a group of nations proclaimed
the rights of every human on this planet. When I told one of my friends about performing at a Human Rights Festival last Saturday, she said, "god, you're so militant." Umm, right. How radical, declaring equal rights for all. Just goes to show how "uber mainstream" some of my friends are." It's all good - keeps me balanced.
Oh geez, (my new overused expression) I'm sad again, and I haven't even told you about the Xmas Show. And I don't really feel like it. Just remind me to have you listen to the tape. Evidence, hehe. I really did it. I hit and held that note, a note that was out of my reach months ago - and for that I'm really proud. I'll just skip the details on how some friends (once friends, once former, now friends again) and family (it don't matter, i don't expect much anyway) bailed on me for that last show -the show I felt I performed my best. Them not being there sucked (i actually shed tears over it), but I'm over it.
Back to being sad.
I think I got some sort of "post-show depression" after the 3 x-mas show performances we did. Perhaps depression is too strong a word. It's just that there is this rush you get. It's a natural high, a mix of nervous excitement, anxiety, and trepidation at screwing up. It's great. Especially when your fear are unfounded. So today, I think I got the - let's call it the "post-performance downer." B and I performed "theatrically" (in quotes coz who knows what came out of what we attempted, heh) with a group at this Human Rights Festival tonite. It was awesome. Not perfect, but mistakes not noticeable (too much) to the public. And there was alot of people that fit in to that Soho gallery space. It was cool performing, and looking at their reactions. They reacted! They laughed at the funny parts, were quiet at serious part. What a great feeling to have a responsive audience, ya know? Then its over, that's it, tapos. *sigh*
Today was pretty hectic. I was up at 6:30 (set the alarm for 5:30am AND 6am) and left the house by 7:15am. Thank goodness Dad drove me to the test site. I had originally planned to drive by myself and look for parking. I was taking (quite blindly I shoulds say) the Liberal Arts and Sciences Test, one of a number of NY State Teacher Certification Exams (wow, for real na talaga, no? :). I registered about a week ago coz it was "strongly suggested" by the grad school folks. I need to pass this. C, who took this test a few years ago said it was really easy. So I didn't really worry about it until, oh, last week? But I still went in blind, no reviewing, except for asking P about simple math concepts (i.e. what's the law of probability?) and skimming thru my US History Regents Review book (and hey, I knew more than I realized!) -but thats it. I got really nervous (ok panicked about it the night before - B will attest to the panic attack, not pretty) soon before, when it hit me: shit! i'm going in to take this test without reviewing?? Remind me not to do that again.
I get there at 7:45am on the dot, just as the test site was to open the doors. There's a line. It wraps around the school. They could not let us in until the tests were in the building. The tests were held up in traffic. Sheht. We were there out in the cold - at 8am on a Saturday freakin morning, finally let in nearly 2 hours late. But not before there was a near riot. Damn, teachers can get real pissed when they're wronged. Cops came. I'm sure a number of the residents called - justifiably so - to complain about the noise. So the test that was supposed to start at 8:30am started at 10am. Alot of exam takers actually left coz they were so pissed off. I didn't think I could afford to not take the test.
It wasn't too bad. I have no idea how I did, but I was only really unsure of 5-6 out of the 80 mulitple choice questions. It was a thinking test. I wouldn't call it necessarily hard, but long and tedious. So many boring passages to read. I was afraid mostly of the math and science parts, and ironically I had trouble with the English grammer questions. I couldn't tell a run-on from a fragment. I can't even remember what the terms were. For science, I was afraid coz I "only" took environmental science for the science requirement in college. Lol, and that was what most of the science related questions were about. Haha. That was cool. There there was the written part. Agh. I don't know if I made sense. I had to argue for or against the banning of advertisements of alcohol products. Guess what i chose.
After the test,we headed home, got the food for the event (mom catered - pancit and shrimp shanghai - for the performers and volunteers) and headed back out, straight to the gallery space where the performance was.
And now, I'm home.
I'm kinda down. Mostly though, because B's not here tonite. :( He stayed in the city to watch the rest of the performers and to hang out with the group we performed with after the event. I on the other hand - the consummate dork - went home with Dad. Free ride and protected from the rain. Can't beat that. Plus Dad took off from work just to watch us perform. I thought that was pretty sweet.
Dang, I didn't expect to write that much.
So I start with,
you know what?
And she goes,
yesssssss
and then I says,
i think i astrally project when i'm sleeping i swear
Me: i'm so tired when i wake up
Her: what does that mean?
Her: explain
Me: i was on the bus this morning, and fell asleep, but as I woke up, I felt like i jumped back into my body after an out of body experience/astral projection
Me: i swear
Me: i could feel myself jumping back thru the roof of the bus
Me: no no, from the window
Me: feet first
Me: straight into my body
Her: that happens
Me: so weird!
Me: and i musta only been asleep 10min, probably less
Her: it's worse like on the bus
Her: coz you're in a light sleep
Me: we did that in a class i took in the philippines
Me: we "astrally projected" into our classmates house
Her: how
Me: we had to picture ourselves entering the head of the person on our left
Me: and she described some details about my house that she would not have known, and vice versa
Me: i even saw her parents
Me: swear
Her: i wanna try that
Me: i wish i could remember how we did that
Me: it was pretty cool
Me: i couldn't picture myself on a ride at disneyworld though
Me: that was the last exercise tho
Me: prolly coz of my aversion to the place
Me: who knows
Her: oh boy
Me: thats what sam says on quantum leap
Me: freaky
As I do the dance of joy, I will quote the start of the letter that arrived today:
Congratulations! I am very pleased to inform you of your acceptance to ****** College. You have been admitted to the graduate program in Special Education for the Spring 2002 semester...
Yay! I can proceed with my plan! I can quit my job! I can worry about one less thing! I get to quit my job! I get to leave in January! I get to leave my stinkin' low pay, no respect joke of a job! Yay!
And this past weekend's x-mas show was pretty damn satisfying as well. Me so happy. More details of the weekend in a bit! The family is off for a celebratory dinner. Chinese, of course. :)
