Ok in case you don't know, this very entry you're reading right now is the 106th since hmmm just check out my archives. And the two letters after the number 6 from the previous sentence should be raised as a superscript. Expect this to be lamest of all hehe. At our home, the 'most talked about' topic, barring Maricris' delirious outburst inside Big Brother's house, is whether or not to purchase a brand-new car in a MONSTROUS installment scheme to finally replace the treacherous van we're currently mourning at due to the untimely demise of its steering wheel. Anyway, this blog was created by yours truly for me to have some jovial 'venting out' everytime I feel that kind of urge and this 'most talked about' topic would never ever be an exception. So I just wanna shout this out. I'M NOT totally INTO IT! Yeah, I believe you've heard that anxious scream pretty well. In our crazy nuclear family consisting of five members, the ratio of internet users to the whole pie is 4:5. That's a whopping 80%. But that's not the real point. What I'm only trying to say is that, it's expected that if 80% of our family have been consistently using the Net, it's expected as well that we can smoothly access the information we need through our fingertips. In short, we can be freakin' systematic! YET I could hardly pull an answer out of my butt why, it seems to me, I'm the ONLY one, for crying out loud, who's opposing the very probable chance of purchasing a brand-new family car. Does the ratio I've presented lie? But don't get me started discussing the uncontrollable factors to make the ratio believable 'cause chances are, they are vague and can't be controlled for God's sake hehe. All of a sudden, the ratio of the supposedly systematic members slided deep down to a wretched 20% at least for this particular issue of buying a car or not, serious enough to make or break the family's future. No doubt that our future(particularly the financial) is seriously and meticulously tied to this. You might have been impatiently wondering why I'm giving a serious hoot at this. I'll tell you why in a single sentence. It's way above our means, alright? Yes, we currently can afford the down payment(in fact, my father already handed an earnest money to the seller just to show how serious he really is) in chunk-sum BUT the remaining balance is way too monstrous, like what I've said, which we MIGHT just regret along the way. It would probably mean cutting down expenditures we DON'T think we can live without, like the Cable. And I'm also fearful on the possibility that I would sometimes have to sacrifice a school day just to drop my allowance off. I'm expecting my father, being a CPA, that he would consider the huge risk involved in financing this whole car thing out but the sad fact is that he's even MORE aware than I of this huge risk he's so willing to take YET he's still confidently eager. However, if I slowly take in my father's brave plunge into this, I'm beginning to realize how f*ckin' pessimistic I become, keeping my freakin' nut from the bright side of sorts. Sometimes, pushing an adventurous plan onto the surface goes beyond freakin' numbers and being systematic. Besides if things get strapped, I trust my father for being a genius at providing an exit plan. Damn! I should've never presented the numerical data in the first place if I'd just eat that out whole. I told you this is the lamest haha!

By the way, I'd like to take this opportunity for me to present to you, dear readers, my freshly-written and comprehensive ABOUT ME. It's kinda long or perhaps boring hehe. The first page that would splash up the screen though is sorta mandatory haha. Right beneath its paragraph, there's a link that would lead you to another long or perhaps boring page, and there's another one hehe. But those were links, hence it'd be your choice if you'll click it or not ehehe. So frolic here.

Great! The last disc of One Tree Hill Season One(I guess) that I borrowed from Glai can't be read by the player. It's not important, totally unimportant, 'cause the supposed conclusion of the first season is JUST there. Great, really great, and I'm becoming sarcastic hehe. I guess I would just have to borrow the original copy of that last CD from Glai(if there's any) when classes start since the CDs I borrowed from her were just burned for duplication. But I just couldn't allow myself at my favorite part of the day, which is by the way midnight in case you surprisingly don't know, to bum around the house just doing nothing, walking from corner to corner, and letting my mind fly miles away from where it is sluggishly at. So I made a litre of iced tea JUST for myself, opened iTunes to play that sappy song that's been played over and over inside big brother's house entitled When She Cries, and unzipped my brother's isolated bag to look for some DVDs. Hoping that time, through that serendipity sneak of my fingers inside his bag, I could find a good movie to watch. Dismally I failed 'cause what I only found out are mostly movies from Europe and chances are, they are freakin' unheard of. And you'd be like, "What in Eddie Cabrera's name is this bonjour mademoiselle?!" But actually, NOT at all, never did I fail that dismal. Since movies from Europe have been ultra liberal and that really is a big saving grace to me ehihi So I went on, read first the brief descriptions of the movies and chose L'Amant(French of The Lover) since it seemed more interesting and intriguing than the rest of the seemingly sensual movies there. As expected, the sex scenes were graphic yet the whole movie was artistically-driven. It's just like every 30+ man's filthy fantasy transformed into a compelling movie with a script written by the hands of a profound writer. So, it wasn't a bad midnight after all haha. The setting was in the era of French colonization over Vietnam where essentially two cultures clashed and love forbidden. *gasps* I had ended there ehehe, I'm no spoiler. The movie was based from Marguerite Duras' autobiographical novel, and if you had the copy of that novel, novel buffs(I'm not included) would drool over it. So start hiding inside your nearest closet before a saliva does a "trickle" on you.

Three days ago, I finally had a momentous rendezvous with my Old Vine, Kay. I believe I already had plugged a few descriptions of her at least a couple of times here in this nook that she's my ultimate girl best friend, the editor-in-chief, and Ziyi look-alike ehehe. Perhaps, it still holds true today that words aren't enough to describe a person very close to you but I think a more-than-a-decade-old friendship with her would certainly be enough to get an inch away from that shortfall. So let me try ehehe.

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I've been lonely these days. One reason is that a new family car was driven right to our garage and I explained in detail here why I've been hating this purchase ever since it was talked about. Second reason is that I'm feeling a little sad but at the same time happy(at least for them and yes, it's been a mixed emotion) since my batchmates are about to graduate from the University with an Accountancy degree at the end of May. Again and again, I wouldn't march with them 'cause I'm a year delayed. So this is my moment to congratulate the graduates. Now, you all have to set your armor to double and multiply your sword by two since you're up for the royal battle known as the CPA board. I can't say it's a tougher road ahead since to me, it's really tougher to graduate my scrawny ass from UST than to pass the board, I think. But the pressure is definitely higher. Remembering, it'd just be one BIG shot, you'd either hit or miss. So I give you all my heartfelt "good luck." The feeling of sadness was aggravated when Nanay(paternal grandmother) texted me asking me if I'm about to graduate with freakin' honors haha. That "honors" thing made me laugh. I've never reaped a single scholastic award since the time I started schooling except that freakin' "most attentive" ribbon in pre-school for God's sake. And it doesn't mean that if my father was one hell of a salutatorian then I'd graduate with flying colors too. How funny hehe. But South Border is so right with their lyrics of there's a rainbow always after the rain 'cause I got my first job. NOT just a job that I totally loathe due to trivial ergonomic issues like being a call center agent but it's my DREAM job hehe. I'm now an official freelance writer for an online writing firm! Yahooo 2x! It's just "freelance" so I'm not really an employee and not an employee means no tax hehe. I'm merely one of their writing machines and machines, in a factory for instance, can't be taxed, can they? And another thing I like about the word "freelance" is that the rejection or the acceptance of the writing task to be given to me is at my own precious discretion. So if I couldn't handle the job for some reasons, I can freely reject the task but of course my rejection would greatly imperil both my availability and dependability as a writer or perhaps as a person at large. And it means I would go down on their priority list. For all the things I need to garner, earning respect from anyone, I believe, is on top. And accepting each task to be given to me as much as possible is one way to deserve it aside from submitting the work on time. In the first place, they would give a certain task to me 'cause they believe I can do the task fittingly well and instinctively I need to pay them back for the trust they'd give me through committing to it. So if my work would receive a favorable feedback in the end then I guess "respect" would naturally flow in my favor. Needless to say, they'd consider me as their "priority" when a new 'write-up' order comes up into their database. But as of this very moment, I'm still musing on that very idea haha. I've just got accepted as a writer this day. Honestly, I'm quite surprised 'cause I passed my resume along with the sample academic article I originally wrote(entitled Scale Economies in Software Industry) just last Friday. And yesterday I got a text message from the Admin Officer saying I've been accepted as a freelancer and was requested to call him at the numbers given. Lately this afternoon, I called this Admin Officer guy and was briefed basically about the operations of the job discussing plagiarism and informing me about the mode of payment. "Are you Ray, the Accounting student?" He, the Admin Officer, started to ask after holding the phone for quite a while. I replied, "Yes, I am." He asked me what my field of expertise is. I answered with necessary pride that aside, of course, from writing, I've got a passion on reading psychology as well as philosophy books BUT mostly I've had a competent knowledge about business in general, be it economics, finance, management, accounting whatever. He shared that most of their clients prefer to have calculations on their 'business' plan and asked me outright if I do perform calculations. I said with a little uncertainty that I'm pretty good at it haha. Again, ladies and gentlemen, respect is what I need to garner wahehe though I'm a bit poor at numbers. He ended his telephone briefing to me by saying that he'll just send the detailed rules a writer should strictly adhere to through email. By the way, this online writing firm caters its services to clients from across the globe mostly in the US, UK, and Hong Kong. I'm looking forward to my first writing assignment and very thankful to Jj, a bookworm who celebrates on the same birthday as I do but I'm a year older, for recommending me to take this writing job and trusting my capacity hehe. Thank you, really.

This is my dream job as I've said earlier though I'd be more of a hobbyist than a worker. I even wrote in my "about me" that I wouldn't give up my original plan to become a professional writer. I even plan to make the Accounting profession as my personal cash cow hehe. So this would start as my first wonderful experience, I do hope so. My humble writing history could be traced back from the time when I was still in second year high. It was a glorious writing history, in my humble opinion, from writing my computer program's documentation to writing my own book that was well-recognized down to the lower batch even though I turned down the summer training for campus journalism plainly because the staff there were not on my wavelength, they were freakin' honor students for God's sake. So yes, my inferiority complex then holded me back. I vividly remember that I wrote reaction papers free of charge for my classmates. During my first year in college, I volunteered myself to write the whole paper on Business Psychology which served as our project and started my sly business venture then by charging the members of the group who didn't contribute. So basically they were all charged for a modest fee except me, the one who solely volunteered haha. I passed an essay to a reputable fellow of the UST Center for Creative Writing and after he read my piece, this associate objectively remarked that I was too profound and handed me a neat book on Style. I didn't pursue that. I even don't know why hehe. If you want to see my writing style, you can barely see it through this very entry you're reading right now since this isn't formal. I usually write the words "freakin" or even worse than that here in this nook hehe. So what you've seen here in my blog is not always what you get. But I can describe my formal writing as really "profound" but I've been working to put a total stop to it. Plus, I write more adjectives/adverbs than verbs even in this blog. And it isn't conventional at all. So I hope, with the editors on my back, I could avoid some writing slip-ups and learn from them along the way. And I'm on my mission to swoop away from a learning curve slide. And that was profound haha