Guess who's finally employed after sitting in front of her computer chair clicking and browsing through jobbank.gc.ca.!
Well I so did not expect to work at Mrs.Vanelli's again. ALL HAIL THE PIZZA GIRL! Behold world, I miss cashing out after a long ass closing shift, and then messing up, recounting mistakes here and there.
So the story how I got back to working at Vanelli's went down like. 1.) I called Mrs.Vanelli's in Victoria where I used to work and asked for my boss. SHE WAS NOT AROUND, and I called to ask her if anybody talked her as one of my references, and so I asked the voice on the other line (whom I did not recognize) my boss' cellphone number. I punched in them digits, gladly she picked up. 2.) After I asked her if anybody asked about me or something, I found out she now owns the Mrs.Vanelli's branch in Metrotown. 'REALLY? WELL I REALLY NEED A JOB' I shouted out. 3.) "OK OK gilll come to metro this lunch hour, I'm going there right now. OKKK I schedule you so you work work, ohk la.. so come." 4.) I used up three hours to get there and back. And I didn't even get to see my buko "/ We talked on the phone the whole time. 5.) AND SO she scheduled me to work the next day, 12pm to 4pm shift. She scheduled me to work on Saturday 4pm to 9pm. AWWWWWWW sacrifice a day & night with buko.
I hope my starting isn't $7.xx, because when I first started out in Victoria that's what I got, but I ended up at $8.50 when I left. HOW I WISH I COULD START WITH $9.00/hr. OH wells, ALL IS WELL. GOD IS GOOD.
The other night I worked out in my room. My equipment consisted of a mirror, a banig, and some music. And since I forgot to do some neck warm ups and streches, all I can do is elongate my effing neck. Also when I sneeze that's a whole different story, because my abdominals hecka hurt. SHEESH KABOB, managed two out of them six pack abs. Must mantain, I mean obtain my old figure. Back when my classmates and friends thought I resembled Nicole Scherzinger. KAHAWIG DAW? :) "WHEN I GROW UP I wanna have boobies.."
Today's Friday and a week ago my friend and I planned this bbq at her place. GOSH I WISH TO GO AND PROVIDE SINAING NA KANIN (cooked rice). I can't foretell if I'll be able to make it. BOOHOO. Anyways I have to do my second batch of laundry this week and that would be the pinks & reds. Next is colors. IT seems that we always have a supply of dirty laundry and they never run out. Much more than the clean and folded laundry. My dear sister always make piles of clothes, HELLO I CAN NOT TELL IF THEY'RE CLEAN OR NOT. And when I kindly ask her to separate the dirty and bathe clothes she just rolls her eyes. ARGH. The tale of two sisters. Seems she always volunteers to be the KONTRABIDA ONE. AHA!
My quicklist contains eight songs. 1.) When we OOOO - Janet Jackson 2.) Rock with you - Michael Jackson 3.) P.Y.T - Michael Jackson 4.) Someone to call my lover - Janet Jackson 5.) Ride or Die - Ace Hood ft. Trey Songz 6.) And I - Ciara 7.) Promise - Ciara 8.) Love, Sex, and Magic - Ciara ft. Justin Timberlake. How I wish to find the .mp3s so I can put them on my iTunes and iPod. )= My ever so masipag buko lend me his phone, surprisingly no one has called him. Seems he made a public announcement to all his chickas and homies that I currently possess the phone. HAHA just kidding. I have it so he can check up on me, if I go out. The damn volume is so low and we get so irritated, because we cannot hear each other. HAHA, it's funny how my friend pointed out that I think people have bionic hearing, because I kept telling her to shuuuush and stop talking about the person in front of us. Who was ten feet ahead. My paranoia radar just cracks open like an egg and my lunatic mind just breaks out the shell. Ok overstatement of the century.
Time do chores, because this house will rot if I ever not clean for two days. The downside of my mommy being away. The plus side is she will get a job and earn USD. Ok lalalater.
McDonalds being my last resort, I APPLIED. THANK YOU BLESS! I just realized right after writing down my availability for the week, that Mickey D's is open 24 hours. HA, I put down 'opening' on almost every box except Sunday, because I wrote N/A. Speaking of I have to contact my boss in Victoria for a notice that hopefully recruiters or managers might be phoning in, for my assessment. I wear my colorful dunks to job hunt, they make me release endorphins at least.
It's so hard to go around without a phone, R.I.Peace blackberry April 09 - June 09... My phone got cut off and I was so sure it was because my parents haven't paid the bill yet. But so I was wrong, he paid the usual $60 for my plan. Newsfckn flash my bill was a bit over $200. I'm not hearing any screamage from Mader, I kept arguing it was my brother that signed on to yahoo msgr. He convinced me it was okay, now I'm starting to think it was intentional? haha Not. So the job hunt continues with the endless drafts of resume to fit every place, edited loopholes, and I'm running out of ink. The phone doesn't ring unless it's from my sister's boyfriend or my boyfriend. I'm so sure I'm going to hear a different type of ring soon from that device. And it might be an INTERVIEW!!! Never lose hope or give up. That motto is so not overplayed.
Window Shopping Online, must reincarnate to life. I miss paying by concealed cash and looking at Surveys and Group orders. I believe that soon, I won't be collecting my 'bookmarks' and 'favorites' from any fashion site. :) MWAHAHAH..
And P.S I'm not going to ask my brother to pay some of the bill, not a cent. Ne-Yo's miss independent, is that chu? Yeah, Want to be.
I've been to school in the States, and I've lived there. Basically I'm back and forth between Canada and the U.S. My freshman and sophomore year I attended school in Canada, but the beginning of junior year I went to school in Huntington Beach. OH NO not for long, I thought I could finally go to Homecoming or Prom. I ended up moving back to Canada by October. New environment again, snow again, winter again, indoor classrooms again. I've always wanted to be Homecoming Queen or Princess LOL, or just a title at either Prom or Homecoming. Those dreams are shattered, thankyouvarmuch. So here I am, the only girl in the family that doesn't own a title, like Ms. Highschool & Ms. Kindergarten (HEY MOM), or Queen of the Night (like ate).
This fall, will be the beginning of my senior year. I've been praying education and school will be put first no matter what. My Junior year I didn't really know which classes to take and what I really want to do. Partly because I kept moving. I let that affect on how I did in school. Which was a definite en oh. So I've taken an oath to concentrate on my senior year, meaning sit with my textbooks and notes after school - at home. "Diretso sa bahay HA!" I never paid attention to that phrase whenever my Mom nags about it. It's been my dream to go to UCLA or UCSD. I'm not about to lose hope anytime soon, just because of my report card in the past year. SO WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER BEGINS.
Determined for a change. Determined it's not a phase.
Chelsea: Let's go to White rock, para lang bumili ng gelato. Sharie: HAHAHAHA.. gagi. Translation: Chelsea: Let's go to White rock, just to buy ice ice cream. Sharie: HAHAHAHA.. silly fool.
One to two hour drive. Within minutes when I get my L and N.
Two flavored ice cream. Cup and Cone, TO GO.
Walk along the docks.No thanks, I'll stick around the gelato shop.
To rehabilitate my broken heart (if ever). Whooosh me to the gelato shop.
As you can see I was holding a plastic cup of ice cream(the best I've ever tasted). I chose two flavors: honeydew and pistachio. It was divine, irresistibly mouthwatering when I think about it. Sweets are impossible to be avoided from me. I even had a dream that I was diabetic. My boyfriend said that if I had kidney stones (cause I love soy sauce with almost anything with rice & I love MSG HAHA), it would balance out if I had diabetes. I'm so glad that this summer, water is never absent in my daily routine, unlike the other times.
Today I went to my couz's & sister's bf's birthday party. Had great barbecue that were marinated by my sister and her boyfriend. I loved the ihaw ihaw¹. Gosh, I couldn't stop picking up one after the another. Tiramisu and this other dessert (forgot what it was called, Goldilocks specializes it) was served. Tiramisu was loaded with alcohol, according to my taste buds. I do have a capacity to be sneaky, so I chucked the plate of leftover tiramisu on the deck. I Went home around 10:15, to telebabad with the bukos. My sister's bf's ate² dropped me off, and I had the urge to drive her truck. And WOOOOHOO, I still get confused with the gas and brakes, so I step on both. My stepsister witnessed everything behind us, and said I was doing fine. I can imagine the cuhrazy things I'd do, once I'm on the wheeeeeel. BUT FIRST stOPS, time to review RoadSense for Drivers.
¹- grill. ²- big sister. In Korean - Unnie, In Japanese - Oneechan.
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