Landing a Job in SEAIR InFlight Magazine.

From time to time, I had to pinch myself to see if I'm really awake. I was sitting there in my own office space, an L-shaped table positioned in the corner --the computer placed in the middle, a desk tray on the right, and two magazine racks on the left. It was official. From this day forward, I will be coming in the very same office until I get tired of it. Hahaha!

I can't say I feel like I am the editorial assistant. Not yet, at least. I guess I'll realize that the moment the issue comes out. Really, I can't wait!

It's so surreal. Coming into a job with so much responsibilities already. A little overwhelmed, I have to admit, but I'm more grateful...so much grateful! I don't know. I guess it's the feeling that I know that I did it on my own, without any connections, whatsoever. I saw the opening, I applied for it, and I got accepted. It was a faster process than I have expected. But the bottom line is...I went for it and I got it. How perfect can it get?

It's really the first time I felt like I've done it. I have always said that I wanted to work be a part of a magazine where I can go dine, shop, even travel. I guess I just got lucky.

I didn't tell a lot of people that I'm working in InFlight already. There were only a handful of them I told about, every one of them belonging in the INNER circle. Before I knew it, extended families knew about it, people from college found out about it, and neighbors even talked about it. My goodness! I tell you...this is one of those days I felt like I was a celebrity. At least...it's out in the open. I no longer have to tell people.

My final word on the matter...

Margie has just landed in SEAIR InFlight Magazine.

Here I Come!

It's one of those days that I can't just stop smiling. After two weeks of anticipation, I finally know what's going to happen to me. I am not just Margie, the 22-year-old. Starting tomorrow, people will know me as...Margie, the 22-year-old Editorial Assistant of SEAIR InFlight Magazine.

After all the waiting and wondering, I finally got the news. I was officially the Editorial Assistant. Not just any writer.

Yes, yes, yes! I got the job! I really can't stop smiling about it. I can't help but feel like I'm in cloud nine. It was like music to my ears. Ms. Monica started our conversation with "The good news is that the editor likes you and she's asking if you can start immediately." I was thinking to myself, Wow wow wow wow!

I'm just happy. So very happy. Ms. Monica even introduced me to all the people in the office. I guess that makes it official. Haha!

Anyway, I should go now.

Catch you all later!

Happy Birthday, Kuya Miguel!

To my dear brother, Kuya Miguel, who just turned 27...

This is for you.

Paranoid No More.

I couldn't sleep last night. Mainly because I felt that I will no longer get the position I applied for in SEAIR InFlight Magazine. Deep inside, it was killing me. I wondered what I should do next, given that I've already applied to several publications and not one has yet to reply. I was starting to grow impatient. I think I fell asleep five hours after I lied on my bed.

This morning, I tried to think of happy thoughts. I figured, there's still a lot of things I can do. If SEAIR InFlight won't take me as Editorial Assistant, I'd be happy to be a contributing writer. Plus, I thought I can be a freelance editor. As much as possible, I was trying to find a solution to my problem.

It was as if I was already on the verge of a nervous breakdown. I almost wanted to give up. Then I received a text message from an unregistered number. The second I finished reading the message, I just couldn't stop smiling. It felt like I was pulled out of darkness and I could just feel the warmth of the sun and was almost blinded by the radiance of it.

I'm meeting with Ms. Monica tomorrow for a second interview. And if everything goes well, she asked when is the soonest I can start working. Without hesitation, I replied I can start working immediately.

Oh the joy! The wait was certainly worth everything.

Just hang in there. Tomorrow's a new day and I'll most likely log in to narrate what happened during the meeting.

Ciao!

Happy Birthday, Alla!

It's the 22nd day of the month and there's one person who is celebrating her birthday today.


Happy birthday, Alla!

Love lots,

Going Crazy...Almost.

I'm starting to feel a little paranoid. I guess the lingering feeling of anxiety just won't go away until I know that I got it. You know...the job.

I said that come what may, I accept it. But at the back of my mind, I hear that small voice telling me that I have a shot at that Editorial Assistant post. The interviewer, Ms. Monica, texted me last Monday saying that I have been shortlisted for the position and she will get back to me within the week. Call me crazy, call me too literal -- but I do think that whether I got the job or not, I get a message...so that I don't have to think about it all the time.

All I need is that message.

*Sigh*

Do I Love You?

Disclaimer: This entry was first posted in my previous blog, Paper Trails.


Do you know what it is like to look up into the velvet night sky, and yet not see the stars? Do you know what it is like to see the song birds sing their sweet music, and yet not hear their sound? Do you know what it is like to feel your heart inside you, and yet not feel it beat? Do you know what it is like to be in a crowd of people smiling, laughing, sharing their love together, and yet be all alone with no one around? Do you know what it is like when the light of your life has been extinguished, and you are left in absolute and complete darkness, frightened and alone? Do you know what it is like when the one you love so deeply and dearly is so far away? Your heart cries out their name and yet there is no reply.

All you want to do is hold them in your arms, and you cannot. All you desire to do is to kiss their sweet lips, and you cannot. You long to hear their soft sweet voice as they whisper words of love to you, and you cannot. You just want them near, and they are not.

Their absence brings with it frustration and sadness. You curse God that you cannot be with the one you love, and yet you thank Him completely for bringing that person into your life, all the while knowing that no amount of dreams and hopes and prayers, can, at once, change the situation - the situation that is in the hands of the God that you curse.

So, what do you do in such times? How do you keep your wits about you? How do you maintain some semblance of normal life, when all you can do is think about the person you are so in love with and that you would do anything or give everything just to be with? You feel lost somewhere between the cruel reality of life, and the dream-like fairytale that you wish to live in, and the only salvation is to be found in the arms of your beloved and that cannot happen.

Friends cannot comfort your soul. Thoughts only make the pain in your heart worse. What do you do? You think about them - how you think about them endlessly! You pray to God for the strength to see it through this situation, knowing that someday you will be with that person forever. But is that enough? No. Not always. Until you are in their arms, nothing really helps.

The mind is a whirlwind as your thoughts are tossed around like matchsticks in the wind. But the one thought that is all constant and eats away at the core of my soul is a simple one: "When will I hear from you again? Will I ever hear from you again?" Such silly thoughts are these. But time can cause such thoughts to occur. It is only human. I am only human.

And so, I wait. For how long? Only time and God can tell. And as I wait it seems as though the hands of the clock move in reverse instead of forward. Each second that passes seems as an eternity away from you. Time takes you further away from me instead of bringing you closer, and time is something that is beyond our control.

To be an angel and have wings that I may fly into your arms at this very second. To taste your sweet kiss and feel your warm embrace. To love you, to have the pain of needing you, vanish in your arms, as would snowflakes on a summer day. And to know that we would at last, be together for all our days. Days spent lost in sweet heavenly love, such as we have never known.

How is it that love can be so wonderful, and yet hurt so badly? Such pleasure in knowing and feeling your love for me, and such mortal pain in being apart from the one that I love so deeply, so dearly, so passionately.

There is an old saying that applies to being away from something. It goes, "Out of sight...out of mind." But, my love, every "old saying" has an opposite meaning. In this old saying it is also said, "Absence makes the heart grow fonder," and just when I think it is not possible to be more in love with you, a second ticks off the clock, and I discover that I am more in love with you than ever before.

Blogging Again: Part Two.

Yesterday was probably one of the more exciting days I have had in months. I got a call two days ago about a job interview in Southeast Asian Airlines (SEAIR). No, it's not for a flight attendant position. I applied for the position of editorial assistant for InFlight Magazine. I was so excited that I couldn't even sleep the night before the interview.

I got up at 6:00 in the morning -- seven hours before my scheduled interview with Ms. Monica De Leon, the assistant editor of InFlight magazine. The morning was actually routinary. Freshened up, prepared breakfast, cleaned the table after -- you get the drill. Everything was the same until 11:00. I looked into my closet and chose a simple white blouse and a pair of black pinstriped slacks. After picking out what I was going to wear for the interview, I took an early lunch, eating tinola and shrimp.

As meticulous as I could be, I ironed my clothes until I was satisfied that there were no more wrinkles. If you think that I was already vain with the clothes I was about to wear, think again. I was 100% vainer with my hair! After showering, putting my clothes on and applying light make-up, the rest of my time was devoted to fix my hair. I tell you, I didn't stop until I was sure that not one strand of hair was out of place. My dad kept telling me what time it was. I really didn't pay much attention (sorry, Dad). I knew I was on schedule. After 20 minutes of drying, brushing, parting, setting, and styling my hair, I was finally ready to go. 12:25 PM...five minutes before I had to leave the house.

Grabbing my bag and my files for the interview, I was ready to go. But not everything happens as planned. The moment I opened the door, rain started to pour. Immediately, I grabbed my umbrella and went on my way. Good thing there was a taxi waiting in front of the condominium when I got downstairs.

I arrived at the office at 12:55 P.M. I don't really want to tell the details of the interview. But what must be said is that...everything went well.

I do hope I get the job. It seems like it's a good opportunity for me to start a career. Hehehe...

Well, until my next entry, I bid you all, adieu!

Blogging Again: Part One

It's been a while since I logged in my blog and typed anything. Somehow, I find myself having a hard time blogging any thoughts at all. Writer's block, I'm guessing. Whenever I'm in front of my laptop, all I can do is stare at the blinking cursor for who knows how long. It's a real bummer. Not able to blog, especially when all you really want to do is just that. Every minute that passes by, it kills me. It sucks. It really does.

And then today happened. I was reading the Philippine Star today and I stumbled upon Jim Paredes' column, aptly entitled, "Why I blog." As if it was a sign sent down to me from the heavens, the article struck me, it sparked something inside me that I haven't felt in a while. "A writer writes with the hope that the world will read what he writes." That sentence said so much more than I ever imagined. All of a sudden, everything was so surreal. I felt relieved. I felt like the inspiration is back...I got my "muse" back!

At this point, it really doesn't matter to me whether or not this blog is going anywhere. In a while, maybe it will. I'm just so thrilled that I can blog again.

I missed this. I really missed being able to blog. I miss that feeling of exhilaration whenever I finish an entry to publish. As many of you know, writing is my way to de-stress. It's my way of releasing everything that's building up inside. Writing helps me cope up with whatever I'm feeling. It's a part of my life. I remember opening my journal, pen at hand, anxious to write down whatever pops in my head. And then...nothing. I hate it when that happens. Coming up with absolutely nothing. Tsk tsk.

But then everything clears up and I write. After that, nothing else matters.

So I guess here I am blogging...

Enjoy whatever you are about to read!