when it rains it pours

I slept early the other night. i was halfly anticipating an interviews for a job in a company that is finally related to my course--ECCP. I hit the sack around 1045..(yes that is early because i snooze out at around 2am, lately--either due to online mates or my scandalizing sistser has so many chismis). I wasnt actually retireing early because i was too damn excited for that interview, it is all in ther ason that one of my favorite friends episodes were on in star world (the one with the video tape... seaon 8 rocks!!) so after that eposide of laugh adn kilig moments, i lay awake in prayer of thanks and petition before i finally snoozed out.

Drowing in my own slumber, i woke up for i do not know what reason. And as instict does, i checked the time through my mobile phones. my sun phone was the one nearest (yes becuase until now everything important is under the sun). i got two message from two highshool friends. one was advertising pirated DVDs for sale and the other ... was the one that kept me up.

"anj wala na kmi ni j.. you still up? can we talk.. please"

It came from Dina. A long standing sisterly kind of frindship i havve ever since i started college. I've known Dina as someone who believe in hopeless romantic stories--yes she came make frogs to princes. Reading the text gave me flashes ot memories--liek who technically 8 months ago she texted me "kami na" or when there were days when she can't talk to me because he was visiting her, and when i actualyl rease her to pieces on how baduy she has gotten to be. Dina always assured me that he was the one she has been praying for.

And now, all those are just, memories to be locked up in a treasure chest.

I reaplied hazily though because i wasbetween slumber and reality. As much as i would want to talk to her, my body was too heavy to go through the line system. next thing i know, i placed my phone near my ear so when she replies i'd wake up. i never got a reply till i woke up at 6. I opted to call her and hear her sob and cry her heart out. i wouldn't blame her. i mean how cliche can i sound when i say that everything is going to be alright, that men are just really jerks, that you deserve someone better. when here is a friend who still believes that they are still meant together. So there i just listened. and i guess that the only service a single since birth girl could ever offer to a girl trying t mend her first heart break (the real one, she's been through so many).

i would go ranting about her first ex. but what right do i have. i never even met the guy. But i'd reflected as i went to makati for that ECCP interview (with matching taray heels and porma!)

so why is it so hard to look for somoen to fall in love with yet they can easily forget about how hard it was to make them fall for you? can one truly fall out of love just liek that? how can somone not nourish a love blessed over christmas, valentines, summer adn forget all those without knowing why. and why the term "fall" why not entering love? skipping to love? hoppin g to love? what with the connotation that there is that free fall and the ultimate end is either you crash, or get catched (poetic licence bitte.)

i mean this isn't the first case of love or rather heart break that i've encountered. i had heard a lot, and i mean a lot, of cases from my one and only purple banana hammock of her boy crazy turn martyrdom, or probably sainthood for just a guy. And there is my one and only scandalizing sister that after all those sweet nothing and even the guy breaking off with a long time relationship, he dropes her like a strawberry dipped in an uber hot white chocolate fondue in a cool night in tagaytay. I myself have a series of heartaches (not breaks. never had i had that! hahaha.. bitter much? defensive much?) -- the one with the guy who'd call me at 2am and actually rant about his ex of 2 years and he's still not over (kung ako nalang sana days), the one who dated me over coffee for 8 freaking hours FOR 2 consecutive days--to study, hay the coffee was on him (bliss days!).. he turned stalker AND of course the one who'd sing my favortie song and stood up with me when i was troubled and who apparently seemed to be my mr. could have been then totally forgets about me when an ultra horney bitch steps in the photo(fool to the end days!)

Dont get me wrong i'm not bitter on these guys, these guys are my friends in fact ( i think, or would like to believe). But even with these it makes me still believe in love that no matter how hopeless it is. i mean if it works for my parents over 25 years.. i'm sure it still there--that it is to be discovered by two peopel who is willing to go down the same road.

But i guess what i want to drive at here is that LOVE IS OVER RATED!! it is a phenomenon made big by these cheezy romance novels (sorry barbie, right anton?) romantic comedy flics --sitcoms and movies (b movies!) .. and these makes peopel confused. becuase we get this notion of falling in love with the notion of falling in love. which results to a heartache/fling.

i still beleive in love. (can i get more senti here?!) i lay awake most nights, thinking about it. but perhaps dragon slayers and knights (PUNS INTENDED HERE!) are just in fairy tale books. nothign beyond it.

so much for love. career wise. ok.
my ECCP interview went great. i finally found a job that i might be practically pray for. it was as if the mothership was calling me home! i mean HELLER... this is the EUROPEAN CHAMBER OF COMMERCE. (it's not the marketing officer... i'll be more detailed next time. no jinxes muna~) then after feeling good about this, EON calls me and i'll start on monday (yes my dear avid readers, i am technically employed.) your truly, account officer of corporate PR/Events manager. ECCP or EON?

with regard to InVent... we got our first ever with pay client!:D yey!:D but things are looking up as well for the FSE account, an NGO account and the ASLA account. and dont forget the TCB account! ika nga ni enzo "naooverwhelm ako sa mga sinasabi mo!"

with TCB.. i'm now officially as well as hte local marketing officer for the banawe branch. bum much? nah.

so there, when it rains, it pours.
it pours, tears, pours, insights on love, careerwise i couldnt ask for more.

so stay tuned as i finally step into the world of emplyoment..

knock knock knocking on heaven's door.
...::The world is full of passing faces. Our hearts are bruised in many places::..