I'm here in the safety and confines of my own room at work, free from having to talk to people and pretending that I am interested in them, free from all the comments and advices that are unsolicited. I'm just happy to be able to chat with whom I want to chat on yahoomessenger, read what I want to read online, and write what I want to write on this blog without being conscious of any prying seatmate I may have. The pay is again delayed but who cares? The pay is good here at this language center/training center/english proficiency rating center whatever. I want to have another job, a full time one near my apartment in Paranaque. I have come to like it because the rent is cheap. It's just less than $100 per month. $100 is what I alot for everything including electricity and all. It's very managable. I don't know but something tells me to just stay in that apartment we are living in. I am planning to buy a carpet and a proper bed and some wooden furniture. I am planning to really fix the place and make it a real hang out place. I'm going to make the most out of it. I want it all white with wooden furniture; wooden frame for the mirror, wooden divider, wooden all. It will put some character in the place. I'm not going to let my boyfriend decide on what to put or not to put. It's gonna be my place. I think it's about time that I really own something and create something without anyone interfering in it. That is what single life is all about isn't it? Buying stuff, collecting, enjoying things and money while it's there and simply living the dream. My life idol is a fictional character from Sex and the City. I think it's gonna be like that for a long time. I'm moving to New York and have yet to meet Mr. Big or settle with my Aidan here. Aidan or Angelo, my boyfriend for almost a year now is a young guy who is starting in life and still learning from me. I am more experienced professionally jumping from one career to another. I am on project-based status for now but the project seems regular for two years now. I am considering getting a full-time job as a news reporter here but if I don't get the slot I might perhaps kill myself. Just kidding. Of course I won't but I will definitely stop having this project-based employment from being my main source of income and get back into working a regular job with regular benefits in my hometown. This morning, on my way to work, I rode with a former neighbor in a van going to my workplace (the van ride doesn't really reach the workplace but it gets me to a point that it's only a train ride going there). Much has been said about how our lives are not. It was a long chat. We talked about our neighbors and how they are now, who married whom, who has the best life, who has the best job, etc. etc. We talked about how it's hard to have a baby when you are not prepared. I am definitely not going to have a baby yet. Duh? I still have to study abroad, work abroad, be famous, be successful, have lots of money... a whole lot more! Baby-ing is a Miranda Hobbes stage decision and she got hers when she was in her mid 30's. I suddenly thought of Samantha Jones. I think her job is well-suited for me. Let me take a look at some PR jobs.
