toasted siopao addiction and wishful thinkings

im so into toasted siopao. i love siopao. i can eat 10 siopaos in one sitiing within 30 minutes. i don’t know what this craving is for or how it erupted. all i know is that i want siopao and it goes well with ice cold Lipton Green Tea. im getting hungry again.

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they’re now hiring. according to geebee’s work friend. im referring to an english boarding school that caters to koreans who are willing to nosebleed if it means they could string together a complete sentence in perfect english. they have somehow managed to invade baguio and are currently swamped here because a) the climate is if not like what they experience in seoul, is close to having a universal aircon blasting over the city, b) less pollution (hopefully!) and c) they can go horseback riding when they feel like it. ive been on the lookout for the time this school will hire because a) im so sick of my current job, b) its only a 5-min ride from our apartment and c) im dying to try my hand on teaching english creative writing/drama. well….and the pay. the pay is good. most of these kids are sons and daughters of affluent korean businessmen and politicians and lawyers and whatnot (this information is credible because i was able to interview some korean kids before who go on a cruise and romp around europe during their summer vacations). and you also know just by looking at their uber-branded clothing, eye-popping gadgets and wads and wads of 1000 bills they usually wave around when they’re out shopping. these kids are thrown by their parents in a third world country to try to speak like americans so that in the future they could take over our booming call center industry. in their dreams. anyhoo, i don’t care that they’re everywhere. they could be annoying. i mean, they could be a noisy bunch. like a couple of ducks quacking in a pond or some toads singing in the rain. but they’re here to provide jobs for people like me who is painstakingly trying to find a job that will allow me to be free at night and on weekends so i can finally start my events planning business but at the same time is stable enough to provide me a monthly cashflow. and i can have a goodnight’s rest when i want to. aaahhh. im now in the verge in putting together a kick-ass resume, application letter and other add-ons. and since ive been rallying with difficult and retarded american customers for 7 months with my fake tried-my-best-southern-accent, im praying id floor them when im called up for an interview and hear the american accent ive mastered. im excited. super whopper excited. im praying i land a position. im crossing my fingers including my toes. teehee. *wishful thinking*

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its my mom’s day 4 in the hospital. they removed that electronic equipment that measure her heart rate so that the doctors can make sure that she’s not over-palpitating. they also removed her other dextrose that’s supposed to energize her. now she only has her maintennance dextrose and of course, tons of medicines. but she assured me she feels a lot stronger now since than the past 2 days. and she’s finally taking in more food. good. i can’t wait for her to get out. id only feel relaxed once she’s at home and watching the tons of dvd’s we bought when we went down manila which i promised to lend her. another *wishful thinking*