How to look in gwapo for 10-15 seconds

Hi, y'all! Just taking a quick break from the piling heap of workload today by sharing you a hilarious video (as usual) by Ramon Bautista and Tado.

In this video, hunk extraordinaire Borgy Manotoc gives Ramon and Tado tips on how to correctly sashay into a room-full of women while looking hot.



Oh my good Lord, my tummy is about to burst from suppressed laughter. ROFL!

My Chick Bad: Bad chick moves

Must dance again. Must come up with dope moves like these:

My chick bad indeed!

Woes of an un-famous writer

What if I tell you that I write for a living?

Would you label me as a poor, literary slave? Would you think less of me? Would you have these tall expectations that I produce long paragraphs in a short span of time and that these long paragraphs are completely unflawed by grammatical blunders?

If you answered ‘yes’ to one of the questions above, then you seriously need to re-assess your lack of better judgment. Seriously—run somewhere and get divine intervention or something.

Lately, it’s incredibly frustrating and sad, at the same time that most of the stuff I get paid to write has nothing to do with any of my interests. Every working day, I am expected to produce search engine-optimized string of sentences about a product or service that I don’t have first-hand experience in; I am expected to market something I haven’t touched or felt, but look as if it’s the greatest thing in the planet; and lastly, I am expected write the same shit during the whole 8-hour work timeframe.

Most of my articles and other write-ups (except this blog and my other personal blogs, of course) adhere to what we call “Company Standards.” To put it simply, my professional writing haven’t got a smoke of a soul. All is purely for business purposes—even my writing style is severely altered by the editors’ preferences.

What non-writers miss most of the time is that we don’t automatically spew sensible sentences at a drop of a hat. What are we, a human word factory? We need time to think. We need time to adjust on the surroundings. We need space where we could position at the most comfortable way. We need inspiration. Why, fictional Sex and the City character, Carrie Bradshaw even work at the comforts of her apartment building just to come up with a sensational column.

What I’m trying to say is, don’t get your panties up in a bunch when us, writers, do not exceed your expectations. Don’t expect us to be perfectly articulate all the time. After all, we’re just humans like you.

*Photos are taken randomly from Google Images

Better than GaGa

Idolizing, no--the mere fact of liking--a Lady GaGa song is widely frowned upon by the highly conservative folk. I am conservative; but somehow I find myself enjoying this unpredictable singer-slash-songwriter's music.

Some of her songs were even covered by other musicians--and she's not even wrinkly or dead yet! It's funny how other artists' get waaay too insecure of top-grossing albums. Yes, I'm talking to you, Ke$ha.

If you've been following @LadyGaga lately on Twitter, you must have seen the video that supposedly brought tears on her eyes:

This 10-year-old has some nice pipes, I must say. I'm thinking of doing a cover, too, using my age-old guitar. But how do I conceal myself? Hmm.

Second thoughts?

I initially created this blog with intent to chronicle my goal to land a job and, very hopefully, achieve a career in Singapore. Since the start of 2011, I’ve been sending out hundreds of online applications using different job portals and browsing forums (such as PinoySG.com) to gather as much information I need. My target jobs as of now: A copywriter or a marketing executive.

A little over a month, I have been receiving several inquiries; Four, to be exact. Call me shallow, but I have learned to immensely appreciate the fact that employers in Singapore find my resume impressive enough.

My friend from college and I are planning fly to Singapore on April. That’s roughly two months as I’m typing this. Money and accommodation is a huge, HUGE predicament. I need, at least, fifty Philippine grand in order for me to survive overseas job hunting. I’ve only got a quarter of that figure stashed in my saving account.

Whenever I think of leaving my family behind, especially my ailing Lola, my heart breaks into pieces. Honestly, I’ve got mixed feelings about this whole thing. I know I’ve been praying hard and long enough to ship myself away to the Merlion City, but leaving my family will be one of the hardest decisions I will ever make in my life. I’m desperately hoping that all of these would just fall into place one day.

Good morning!

I just want to remember today's exciting e-mail message so far this month:

Okay, calm down, Juana Beth. You still haven't got the job yet. But there's a flicker of hope right there.

Here's to more good mornings!