It's the third day of October to be exact, and I less than three this month. You know why?
It's almost time for the World Series! [And yes, I'm a huge baseball fan :)]
I fell in love with baseball during the 1996 World Series... and with each following year, I have fallen in love with baseball more, and with one specific team: the New York Yankees.
... and this is where I'll end that because I don't want to incite a flame war on my blog.
Anyways, it's October. I have two weddings to go to this month, and they happen to be back-to-back weekends, too. I'm looking forward to them because a) I get to be with my guy for two weekends in a row :)
We hardly see each other because of different work schedules and he goes to school, too, on Tuesdays and Thursdays. But, we make it work, somehow.
This past weekend, my friends and I went apple-picking and then, in the evening, we convened again and partied like rock stars! I met a friend's alter ego when he's drunk. I tasted my best friend's cake pops, which were amazingly delicious. I spent an entire day with my guy :huge grin:
Oh! I also had a fingerprint session last Friday for a job that pays better than my current job; now, I have about a month to wait before training starts. Then, two weeks of training, and then, I find out what my schedule is going to be. I'm excited. Hopefully, the job won't be too bad.
Random tidbit: I love this season. :D
Monday, October 03, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
remembering
Today is Nanay's death anniversary. My aunt Lourdes, better known as Nanay, passed away in September 22, 2004.
She had breast cancer, but beat it. However, it had spread to her lungs before any of her doctors could find it.
I remember going along with her to her treatments, being surrounded by death in that building. It's not a memory I'd like to remember because I accompanied her a lot on those visits.
And I just can't believe it has been this long...
That day will always be engraved in my head. I received the call while I was just getting out of my class... it was one of many classes that I took with Professor Garrity. And I remember collapsing in the doorway when I finally listened to the voicemail that was left to me, telling me that she had passed away.
I still get tears in my eyes.
...we miss you. I miss you, Nanay. I hope that wherever you are, you are doing okay. We wish that you were still with us.
She had breast cancer, but beat it. However, it had spread to her lungs before any of her doctors could find it.
I remember going along with her to her treatments, being surrounded by death in that building. It's not a memory I'd like to remember because I accompanied her a lot on those visits.
And I just can't believe it has been this long...
That day will always be engraved in my head. I received the call while I was just getting out of my class... it was one of many classes that I took with Professor Garrity. And I remember collapsing in the doorway when I finally listened to the voicemail that was left to me, telling me that she had passed away.
I still get tears in my eyes.
...we miss you. I miss you, Nanay. I hope that wherever you are, you are doing okay. We wish that you were still with us.
Friday, September 09, 2011
where do you see yourself in five years?
In all of my interviews, I have been asked that question. And my answer? Well, it has always been the same; however, I'm finding that perhaps that's not the right path for me at all.
Look at me: I have a degree that I have yet to use, and in a job where I enjoy my co-workers company, and don't mind the work, but I don't love it. I don't love my job. I like it... but it feels like a "for now" type scenario, and not a career.
And that's what I eventually want, right? Actually, I don't know. For me, after being out in the workforce for a few years now, I don't know exactly what I want to be. I find myself toying with several different ideas, and all the different ideas lead to me my wanting to help people... but I don't know how to do without losing myself in the routine-ness of the job.
Does that even make sense? I used to dream of being a writer, a best-selling novelist, and lately, my dreams have been as confusing as my life. Nothing makes sense.
My skills set is pretty diverse. I don't really have a strong point in any of them... I just don't know. And the reason why I'm writing this entry right now is because I had recently gotten off the phone with a potential employer, and that job is nowhere near my skills set right now. If I get hired, it would be a new skills set that I'll be learning... something new to add to my already quite diverse resume.
I had a direction at one point in my life... I don't know why I'm still stuck. Guess I'm a perpetual learner of new things.
But my answer before to that question was hopefully out of law school, possibly engaged to be married, and perhaps a lot closer to finding an editor and publisher for my written work. Though, to be quite honest, I don't know if I even have that spark any more.
I miss being on stage, in theatre and learning lines and songs if it's a musical. I miss knowing or at least I thought I knew what I wanted to be ... I miss the self-confidence. The "I can do anything" attitude.
Right now? I'm not quite content, but I'm not unhappy, either.
It just feels as if I'm stuck... and I don't like that feeling.
I just want to keep going, but I don't even know if I'm heading in the right direction. I feel lost, and the last time I was lost... well, I made it out of that somewhat intact.
Who knows where I'll be in five years. Who knows where the world will be then... who knows indeed.
Look at me: I have a degree that I have yet to use, and in a job where I enjoy my co-workers company, and don't mind the work, but I don't love it. I don't love my job. I like it... but it feels like a "for now" type scenario, and not a career.
And that's what I eventually want, right? Actually, I don't know. For me, after being out in the workforce for a few years now, I don't know exactly what I want to be. I find myself toying with several different ideas, and all the different ideas lead to me my wanting to help people... but I don't know how to do without losing myself in the routine-ness of the job.
Does that even make sense? I used to dream of being a writer, a best-selling novelist, and lately, my dreams have been as confusing as my life. Nothing makes sense.
My skills set is pretty diverse. I don't really have a strong point in any of them... I just don't know. And the reason why I'm writing this entry right now is because I had recently gotten off the phone with a potential employer, and that job is nowhere near my skills set right now. If I get hired, it would be a new skills set that I'll be learning... something new to add to my already quite diverse resume.
I had a direction at one point in my life... I don't know why I'm still stuck. Guess I'm a perpetual learner of new things.
But my answer before to that question was hopefully out of law school, possibly engaged to be married, and perhaps a lot closer to finding an editor and publisher for my written work. Though, to be quite honest, I don't know if I even have that spark any more.
I miss being on stage, in theatre and learning lines and songs if it's a musical. I miss knowing or at least I thought I knew what I wanted to be ... I miss the self-confidence. The "I can do anything" attitude.
Right now? I'm not quite content, but I'm not unhappy, either.
It just feels as if I'm stuck... and I don't like that feeling.
I just want to keep going, but I don't even know if I'm heading in the right direction. I feel lost, and the last time I was lost... well, I made it out of that somewhat intact.
Who knows where I'll be in five years. Who knows where the world will be then... who knows indeed.
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