Due to my delayed plans of having my own wireless broadband subscription, I was unable to update and get updates of the Ws in the blogosphere. Expenses in my school are gradually piling up so I need to adhere with all these academic and non-academic bull neatly organized on my imaginary table.

And here’s the lame randomizing:

SHARI’s B-DAY (the super duper late update)

Now, I’m having a hard time remembering anything. Which means the beerday party was a total blast!

Oh my God, Shari. You looked so wasted.

I still remember doing a solo flight to Shari’s dark, eerie, creepy place two weeks ago. I’m a self-confessed geographically idiot as far as anyone can remember, landing on the drug addict infested streets of the lower Upper Banlat (ironic, yeah). Since I looked like an angel, I didn’t make it to Shari’s with a bleeding abdomen. And for the first time ever in my whole entire life (how exaggerating), I came in first. (That is, 8:30 pm where the party’s supposed to start at 5:30. Haha). A worried Shari and his (very accommodating) brother Robbie welcomed me at the entrance.

And then the rest of the excessively punctual gang reached the place an hour later. Everything else is history.

Really, they did insert history for they were like calling me ‘Dodo Bird’ after the night-long boozefest.

MR. AND MS. CAS

I had never tried hosting or emceeing any event before. A few of you probably know that I’m originally not inclined to mass communication, or perhaps more appropriately, verbal mass communication.

Manuscript reading at its finest. Blah. Both are neophytes to hosting. Hahaha.

Since high school, I never went out of our classroom to spread the words of Protestantism (I am a PCU-Dasma alumnus), sang-and-danced to the tune of praise & worship with my younger schoolmates inside our chapel, or even participated any vocal competitions that would greatly emphasize my acne-prone Ugly Betty face. Or maybe not, because once I did a voice over of God in a play production of The Book of Exodus. FYI, I considered painting the 12-foot Egyptian Palace interior backdrop for the play as my greatest contribution for the production J. Most of the time I joined low-chinned quiz bees, indoor on-the-spot poster making contests, and interschool press conferences—all of which are face-and-voice-value independent.

Yet I was given this task with a new hair cut and newly polished shoes as I co-hosted our Mr. and Ms. College of Arts and Sciences 2007. Not an extravagant, sponsored event though, but the stress of being watched for the rest of the event made me a hell lot uneasy. You think it’s a cheesy job to speak in front of everybody as if you anticipate the successive portions of the whole event? It’s not, whether we stand in front with or without any script. Harder it will be when you need to keep the momentum of the event whenever dead air strikes the pace.

What I did? As though I am all drunk, I used my nervousness to do all the talking in front of the 300-something CAS studentry. In English (insert excessive nosebleeding here). And they didn’t complain but spewed laughter for my rapid speaking, frank remarks, and casual b*tching. ( I remember putting all the Engr and Atty-addressed judges to formal laughter when I did a series of honest comments on the contestants’ talent performances and had me interview them about their views about my comments as well).

Ang ganda-ganda ko. Ang ganda-ganda ko!

Close encounters with the Goddess. Oh man, I’m so loving my hosting stint! Lol.

Because of that, I have two more hosting jobs to go (which I’m currently thinking about.) Both of them are for major university events.

Oh. My. Gulay.

(more pics at my Multiply account.)

BLOWING MORE JOBS

Aside from the hosting, there are two more jobs offered to me.

First, a good professor of mine made some desperate collaboration with the faculty of our IT college to contact me about a certain ‘auditioning’. I was skeptic at first. The last time I heard the word ‘audition’ was when people ask me on how to join contests in Eat Bulaga. I thought I was gonna explain to a roomful of instructors and professors about my luck in GMA7 but I pursued going to the office of that good professor. I then realized it’s an AVP project of some government agency where I will dub for its narration (whew, no face exposure!). My professor is the director of the production. He wants to employ me to be one of his talents. Now, I badly need to cure my colds because this spells ‘$$$$’ .

The other one was a big surprise. Some guy from Friendster sent a private message to me. I thought he’s just gonna congratulate me for the hosting, or will make kantyaw to me to treat him or his whole class with the hundred thousand bucks I got from Eat Bulaga. But shockingly, he’s one good guy I didn’t know knows a lot about me (or maybe I was thinking wrongly, only a little, I dunno, perhaps Friendster search? But my interests are so sweeping). Seeing his name, I traced one of my earliest blog posts and there I found his comment. I just can’t believe he still remembers me, and is eager to make me join his company.

The offer? To join his creative team at ultimatecreatives.com.ph for a long-term freelance writing/design work.

I have already submitted my résumé to him. Another work load, I guess.

What a lucky guy I am for keeping these job offers on coming. Hope this would work well if I graduate next year. Awe…

CHEERING COMPETITION

It’s been seven years since I last lost a lot of pounds due to hip-hop dancing and Dance dance revolution. And now, after seven long years, my colleagues are pushing me to join our college pep squad and count myself as one of the fewest guys in our college (okay, our ‘College of Arts and Sciences’, like any other college of the same name in other universities, is always tagged as ‘run mostly by female and homosexual men’, which in fact is true J) to be one of their ‘lifters’. I am so speechless. We are scarce of body-built hunks here (I’m not one of them), and we cannot afford to let these good-looking ladies to lift their co-female cheerdancers and have them sulk on the view above them (which we would probably enjoy. Hehehe).

I’m looking at the pendulum right now.

2nd TASTE ASIA – Bitter bitter bitter

I signed up. But due to everything written above, I didn’t make it to MoA.

Blah blah blah blah. I soooo wanna die now.