about me… lucky me…

I haven’t updated my about me area yet. I’m still twenty5. hehe… Let’s keep it that way. Well, actually, since all these networking phenomenon started, I had the hardest time describing myself. I’m not really a TMI person and this blog is the farthest that I can share and not even all my closest friends read this. I can be TMI when I share stories with my friends but these are my closest friends who know me inside-out I don’t even have to share at times just to get my message across. For new-time acquaintances, I don’t know how to describe myself. I haven’t asked my friends though how they would describe me if they were asked to describe me. I’m sure all they are gonna say is that I am crazy, talkative, tall lady who always acts like one of the boys. Hmmm… Is that all that I am? Perhaps.

My friend had an interview last week and when she was asked to describe herself, she just talked about her current job. What would I do if it were me? I haven’t been in interviews for a long time. What would I have answered. For me, everytime I interview, the first thing I always ask pa naman is tell something that is not written in the resume.

So, this is my humble attempt to describe myself:

Better lucky that good. Heard that from our big boss. Well, if that is always the case, good for me for always being lucky!

Day 1 on earth I was such a pain in the ass (literally)! My mom gave birth to me through C-section after the pains of normal labor delivery. Few minutes late would have changed the whole story of my life. 

First child, first grandchild, first greatgrandchild but growing up with my pseudo-twin brother Clyde and the younger brothers of my mom staying in our house before, I never really felt the first-born kid. But I think being the ‘only girl’ they so-called darling got into me so there was always the ‘what Emcee wants Emcee gets’ policy home. Luckily though I did not grow up as a brat. Up until now, I am quite close with these ‘kuyas’ I grew up with (although the youngest of them is 8 years older than me). I chitchat with them, man-laugh with them, drink with them, as if we are peers. With one, once we were both a little drunk (me not just little.. hehe), we left and he let me drive around his new car just so he can share some domestic issues he wanted me to have an opinion on. I’m just so lucky with the man in our family and I haven’t even started sharing about my lolo.

I’m lucky I am my mom’s soulmate. We both feel so. Though moms will always be moms in the sense that you can never really share everything you share with your friends bu I think I cannot ask for more with what I have with my mom. 

I was lucky in my elementary days because although I was a naughty pupil, my parents were very active in school so that kinda offset the equation. hehe

I was lucky in HS I love Math and English so even though I hate those subjects where you need to bring big books and memorize freaking stages of growth of species X and Y and histories of Countries O M G, I made it through. Even though I always had the lowest grade in Values Ed in class being the sutil one in a section of achievers, I was the lucky because I was the least grade-conscious, had the most friends in other sections (which are far more cooler)ang high school was just so much a fun lane for me. Even now, I am still close with my high school best friends. Lucky me!

Lucky me I got into UP with the course I wanted. My second choice was Philosophy. Where would I have been if I took that course? Sobrang mas pilosopo kaya ako? I was so lucky in college I think the universe conspired that I be in the right classes, with the right professors, with the right classmates. Of course there were the phenomenal NaSc2 and Span 1 but I prefer to put it as part of the luck formula. I was so lucky I think I had the housemates mode era, blocmates mode era, the EconSoc mode era, the YFC mode era, the DLS mode era, the Student Council mode era, the non-affiliated mode era. Well, looking back, I never really felt like a student until I was in senior years when I started to be addicted to yopi to study for Ma’am Zumalde’s class and prepare for thesis. Damn I was so lucky! No wonder one of my brods was suprised to find out then that I was graduating on-time since he saw me most of the time in the frathouse than the original residents (exajjj!).

I was so lucky I got my first job at San Miguel. I think I prayed for that. I left because I wanted a research-line job and luckily (something which I prayed for again) I got an RA stint for UNDP-funded project which I again left after 2 months. I was so lucky every time I asked for something, I got it but throw it away after. So I stopped asking for something. But luck was on my side because there was Cesar who introduced me to Sykes-Emerson world. I was so lucky even though I didn’t like it much at the start, the world conspired again and lead me to where I am now, pretty much liking my job.

Lucky me I can name at least 10 best friends and I might have a hard time doing choosing just 10!

So I think I haven’t pretty said much about myself other than being lucky. hehe.. What else should I say? I am still in sharing about me mode. (Oh my gawd! It struck me that I’m such a narcisist. The world revolves around me! Yuck! This is my blog. I’d do what I want to do.)

I’m a walking contradiction:

• I am either the very best friend or the worst enemy you can have.
• I can give the sweetest compliments and the most epal hirits right in the same sentence.. hehe
• I am in the business of project management and planning yet spontaneity is one of my  guiding values.
• I can be your most trusted associate at work exceeding expectations of the most or lie-low-policy-in-friday-mode employee for 2 months
• I cuss like a guy but I cannot bring myself to utter cursing words in front of kids and my family.
• For my height, I’m such a lampayatot.
• I’m always tagged as chikadora but my closest friends come to me to share their secrets.
• For someone who acts as if a megaphone is attached to her mouth, my voice volume changes evrytime I sing with a microphone.
• I sleep longer when I drink coffee than when I drink alcohol. 
• Someone told me, for someone who has a social life like mine (dati lang to) it’s a surprise that I am (was) a bookworm.
• I laugh like a hyena and though I hardly cry, when I do, I cry like a … I can’t think of an adjective.. so I cry like a crying hyena. haha
• For someone so mean like me, I am just so lucky! : )