DOING THE ROUNDS AGAIN
I just finished an interview a couple of hours ago. About early October, a headhunter based in Berlin emailed me and asked if I was interested in working for a semiconductor company based in Germany. Of course I am. So after a couple of emails and a phone call from this headhunter, I was hooked up with a strict sounding German guy by the name of Mr. Wagner (I know, so typical German!). We talked for about 30, 45 minutes. I think I did okay. It seems like I fit the bill for whoever they were looking for, but I'm not about to say I did really well in that interview. You never know these Germans. You just don't know what they're looking for.
Next week, I'm also having another interview for the same German company but with a guy from another business division. Thing is, I didn't tell this second party that I'm already having discussions with someone from the same company. Should I or shouldn't I? I have a feeling I shouldn't, since there hasn't been any solid offer laid out so far. Never hurts to keep that extra ace card up my sleeve, right? Then again, was that the right thing to do?
I don't even know why I'm even entertaining all these guys who wants to interview me. This reorg is beginning to scare me. The announcement was supposed to have been done November 1st, but we still haven't heard even a peep from anybody what's it going to be like. Best bet is that my boss' boss is on his way out. Too bad, he was really such a nice guy. Fatherly figure, he was more of a mentor than a boss. Now, in the case of our boss... It's like you want her to go but the thought of someone I'm not comfortable with replacing her is making me balk at that idea. I just want this reorg done and over with. Let's go. Let's move on.
November 02, 2006
October 03, 2006
September 20, 2006
ULAN
ang lakas ng buhos ng ulan kagabi. dito na muna ako sumilong, sa tabi ng isang ginagawang gusali sa tapat ng podium. pinatay ay makina, binuksan ang ipod, at inihiga ang upuang dalawang oras na sumasalo ng pwet kong sumasakit na. habang tumutugtog ang bandang eraserheads, hindi ko mapigilang isipin na parang naging ipod ang buhay ko nitong mga nakaraang linggo. nandun na parang love song, nandun na parang masaya, at kadalasan nama'y tugtuging mabilis na parang gustong sumabay sa bawat patak ng tubig na nahuhulog sa bubong ng awto ko.
ulan. yan ang kailangan ko ngayon. isang milyong patak na sapat na para agusin lahat ng bahid ng pagkakakilala ko sa yo.
tubig. para malinisan ang isip ko at pawiin ang uhaw sa pagod na dulot ng walang katapusang sagutan.
salamat, ulan.
ang lakas ng buhos ng ulan kagabi. dito na muna ako sumilong, sa tabi ng isang ginagawang gusali sa tapat ng podium. pinatay ay makina, binuksan ang ipod, at inihiga ang upuang dalawang oras na sumasalo ng pwet kong sumasakit na. habang tumutugtog ang bandang eraserheads, hindi ko mapigilang isipin na parang naging ipod ang buhay ko nitong mga nakaraang linggo. nandun na parang love song, nandun na parang masaya, at kadalasan nama'y tugtuging mabilis na parang gustong sumabay sa bawat patak ng tubig na nahuhulog sa bubong ng awto ko.
ulan. yan ang kailangan ko ngayon. isang milyong patak na sapat na para agusin lahat ng bahid ng pagkakakilala ko sa yo.
tubig. para malinisan ang isip ko at pawiin ang uhaw sa pagod na dulot ng walang katapusang sagutan.
salamat, ulan.
September 02, 2006
August 15, 2006
ME? SEXY?
I just found out today that my other blog was listed as part of the Sexiest Filipino Bloggers. I haven't been updating that particular blog for some time now. Is this a sign for me to start sleeping around again? Hahaha!
I just found out today that my other blog was listed as part of the Sexiest Filipino Bloggers. I haven't been updating that particular blog for some time now. Is this a sign for me to start sleeping around again? Hahaha!
July 29, 2006
TEN PESOS
Ten pesos. That's all it took for the little girl, no more than ten years old, to finally go home after hours of peddling pamunas.
On our way to PGH last Thursday night, my wife asked me for ten pesos to pay a streetkid selling pamunas, those scraps of cloth sewn together to make a small rag. And being the bad me, at first I just made an excuse that I couldn't find any coins. Reluctantly, I handed her a handful of coins. After getting the ten pesos, she asked for this small girl to come over and she bought her ten pesos worth of rags.
What happened next struck me speechless.
The small girl got her ragged bag from the curb, turned to smile at us, then walked away. We knew then she was going home already. It was close to 10:30 in the evening. Slightly drizzling. All she needed was ten pesos more to finally dispose of her rags.
Ten pesos. That's all it took for the little girl, no more than ten years old, to finally go home after hours of peddling pamunas.
On our way to PGH last Thursday night, my wife asked me for ten pesos to pay a streetkid selling pamunas, those scraps of cloth sewn together to make a small rag. And being the bad me, at first I just made an excuse that I couldn't find any coins. Reluctantly, I handed her a handful of coins. After getting the ten pesos, she asked for this small girl to come over and she bought her ten pesos worth of rags.
What happened next struck me speechless.
The small girl got her ragged bag from the curb, turned to smile at us, then walked away. We knew then she was going home already. It was close to 10:30 in the evening. Slightly drizzling. All she needed was ten pesos more to finally dispose of her rags.
July 26, 2006
BABY I'M PERFECT FOR YOU
Wow, six years. That's how long we've been together as a married couple. There are so many things I want to tell you but I don't know where to start. Being the engineer that I am, I'll do what I do best... the list...
Sorry for...
... raising my voice sometimes. No excuses.
... sneaking up inside the house when I come home late. I just don't want to wake you up, even though I know how lightly you sleep whenever I'm not home and you end up getting up scared in the middle of the night by the sound of my footsteps.
... the toxic travel schedule. I didn't know it was gonna be like this when I took on the job. Don't worry, I'm doing something about it. Fancy living in Hong Kong? :-)
... leaving the dining area such a mess when I make it my work table. Hey, I'm a guy.
... not taking good care of my health. I want to quit, you know that. But not right now.
Looking forward to...
... our next vacation. You always make all of our trips memorable.
... buying you your own camera. I'm sorry you weren't able to get your pics together with the Fab Five when you shared the plane trip with them to Manila.
... buying you your "wow" cellphone. You're a manager. Look the part, please, and that includes your gadgets. ;-)
... the rest of the lifetime with you. And yes, we'll work on the little one once we our schedules permit.
I love you.
Wow, six years. That's how long we've been together as a married couple. There are so many things I want to tell you but I don't know where to start. Being the engineer that I am, I'll do what I do best... the list...
Sorry for...
... raising my voice sometimes. No excuses.
... sneaking up inside the house when I come home late. I just don't want to wake you up, even though I know how lightly you sleep whenever I'm not home and you end up getting up scared in the middle of the night by the sound of my footsteps.
... the toxic travel schedule. I didn't know it was gonna be like this when I took on the job. Don't worry, I'm doing something about it. Fancy living in Hong Kong? :-)
... leaving the dining area such a mess when I make it my work table. Hey, I'm a guy.
... not taking good care of my health. I want to quit, you know that. But not right now.
Looking forward to...
... our next vacation. You always make all of our trips memorable.
... buying you your own camera. I'm sorry you weren't able to get your pics together with the Fab Five when you shared the plane trip with them to Manila.
... buying you your "wow" cellphone. You're a manager. Look the part, please, and that includes your gadgets. ;-)
... the rest of the lifetime with you. And yes, we'll work on the little one once we our schedules permit.
I love you.
July 19, 2006
July 17, 2006
May 17, 2006
I GOT PLENTY OF GAME
Just when I thought I was beginning to lose it, two events last Sunday made me realized na may asim pa pala ako. First was on the plane to Hong Kong. It was such a tiring day. I didn't have a lot of sleep the previous night and had to haul my ass to the airport for an 8:00 am flight. The line wasn't that bad and by 7am, I was already checked in. Then an announcement over the PA said something like Philippine Airlines was looking for volunteers on the 8am flight to be bumped off to a later flight in the afternoon. In return, volunteers will get a free round trip ticket to Hong Kong and three thousand pesos. Not bad, di ba? So I volunteered. After waiting for about about an hour, I got my free ticket, my three thousand pesos, and a lunch voucher. Yey!
The flight I was getting into was going to leave at 2pm and it was only about 9am. I don't mind waiting at airports provided I had a place to smoke and I can buy wireless internet access cards, both of which was available in NAIA 2. But you can only amuse yourself so much. So finally, when we boarded the plane, I had barely laid my back on the seat when POOF, I was out. I woke up only when we were up in the air and the flight attendants were handing out lunch trays.
Here's the game part... I was seated on an exit row, aisle seat. I looked to my left...
She's a half Hong Kong, half Pinay who just spent a week in Boracay, with the last couple of days holed up in the island because of the storm. We struck a conversation and I can tell, she was eager to get back home. I managed to get her phone number and her email address. She's on my friendster now. Let's see if I can get her to Lan Kwai Fong.
We landed finally in HKG and by this time I was dying for a smoke. My heart sank as I dug deep in my pockets. I'm missing my cigs and lighter. I must have left them in the coffeeshop in the airport. Good thing is that I always have a whole ream tucked inside my checked in luggage. The bad news? I use a plastic harness as a baggage lock (don't ask why) and I use my lighter to break it open. Luckily, there's this sweet looking lady who was glad to help. She lent me her lighter and when that didn't work in melting away the harness, handed me her lighted cigarette to burn the thing open.
She's born and raised in the US and her parents are from Laos. She was on a one month tour of Asia. Prior to getting into Hong Kong, she has visited China, Thailand, and Laos. The poor girl, she only had a single entry visa to China. From Laos, she planned on going back to China, spend a couple of more days there, then head back home to the States. When she flew in on a Saturday in Hong Kong, she found out that she had to wait until Monday to get her visa since the China visa issuing office was closed for the weekend. In other words, she had already spent one day and one night in the airport, and she had already surrendered to the fact that she's going to be there that night as well.
Not if I can help it. So I dropped the classic pick up line and a few minutes after, we were seated next to each other on the MTR on the way to my hotel. It was her first time in Hong Kong and since I was such a gracious host, I took her around town. We watched the Light Show on the island from Kowloon, took a Star Ferry to Central, went up and down the Victoria Peak in the tram, rode on the top deck of a double decker bus, had dinner in Lan Kwai Fong, and a couple of drinks in a reggae bar. We even shared an absinthe. God, that thing really burns your throat, huh. All the alcohol that night must've put us in a dancing mood because I totally forgot about the start of the working weekday the following morning and ended up dancing until the bar closed shop at 2am.
We went back to the hotel, and all I can say is she looks good on my bed. What can I say... Your lolo still got plenty of game.
Just when I thought I was beginning to lose it, two events last Sunday made me realized na may asim pa pala ako. First was on the plane to Hong Kong. It was such a tiring day. I didn't have a lot of sleep the previous night and had to haul my ass to the airport for an 8:00 am flight. The line wasn't that bad and by 7am, I was already checked in. Then an announcement over the PA said something like Philippine Airlines was looking for volunteers on the 8am flight to be bumped off to a later flight in the afternoon. In return, volunteers will get a free round trip ticket to Hong Kong and three thousand pesos. Not bad, di ba? So I volunteered. After waiting for about about an hour, I got my free ticket, my three thousand pesos, and a lunch voucher. Yey!
The flight I was getting into was going to leave at 2pm and it was only about 9am. I don't mind waiting at airports provided I had a place to smoke and I can buy wireless internet access cards, both of which was available in NAIA 2. But you can only amuse yourself so much. So finally, when we boarded the plane, I had barely laid my back on the seat when POOF, I was out. I woke up only when we were up in the air and the flight attendants were handing out lunch trays.
Here's the game part... I was seated on an exit row, aisle seat. I looked to my left...
She's a half Hong Kong, half Pinay who just spent a week in Boracay, with the last couple of days holed up in the island because of the storm. We struck a conversation and I can tell, she was eager to get back home. I managed to get her phone number and her email address. She's on my friendster now. Let's see if I can get her to Lan Kwai Fong.
We landed finally in HKG and by this time I was dying for a smoke. My heart sank as I dug deep in my pockets. I'm missing my cigs and lighter. I must have left them in the coffeeshop in the airport. Good thing is that I always have a whole ream tucked inside my checked in luggage. The bad news? I use a plastic harness as a baggage lock (don't ask why) and I use my lighter to break it open. Luckily, there's this sweet looking lady who was glad to help. She lent me her lighter and when that didn't work in melting away the harness, handed me her lighted cigarette to burn the thing open.
She's born and raised in the US and her parents are from Laos. She was on a one month tour of Asia. Prior to getting into Hong Kong, she has visited China, Thailand, and Laos. The poor girl, she only had a single entry visa to China. From Laos, she planned on going back to China, spend a couple of more days there, then head back home to the States. When she flew in on a Saturday in Hong Kong, she found out that she had to wait until Monday to get her visa since the China visa issuing office was closed for the weekend. In other words, she had already spent one day and one night in the airport, and she had already surrendered to the fact that she's going to be there that night as well.
Not if I can help it. So I dropped the classic pick up line and a few minutes after, we were seated next to each other on the MTR on the way to my hotel. It was her first time in Hong Kong and since I was such a gracious host, I took her around town. We watched the Light Show on the island from Kowloon, took a Star Ferry to Central, went up and down the Victoria Peak in the tram, rode on the top deck of a double decker bus, had dinner in Lan Kwai Fong, and a couple of drinks in a reggae bar. We even shared an absinthe. God, that thing really burns your throat, huh. All the alcohol that night must've put us in a dancing mood because I totally forgot about the start of the working weekday the following morning and ended up dancing until the bar closed shop at 2am.
We went back to the hotel, and all I can say is she looks good on my bed. What can I say... Your lolo still got plenty of game.
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