Colleague

I'm on training right now with my grade school batchmate. We started last week, on Monday, and it has been fun so far. I'm treating this training as a stepping stone, because after I gained experience through this, I'll transfer to a better-known company. So anyways, before anything else, I'll describe this good friend of mine. Well, he's straight. On the same track with my age, likes computer games. A rocker by heart, he actually taught me the basics of guitar. He looks weird, his hair is long, he looks emo-ish, he doesn't drink alcohol. He looks like this ---->


Which is the very opposite of me. Because I look like some kinda this ---->

I know, right? On the first day, since I don't know anybody yet, we're together. Even though I don't like it. Because we are wearing the suuuper different clothes. And we don't look equal. And we don't belong to the same status. So I decided to befriend some of my colleagues and I was successful. I gained their trusts. On the second day, I was with this group already. Because that's the way it should be. My good friend is with us, but he can't butt in our conversation because the group talks about fashion, political situations, pop, hiphop and rnb, nicole scherzinger, restaurants, Malate, and some normal stuffs. And all he knows about is computer games, rock music and tattoos. And nobody in my "newly" created group is interested with those. We live on the same area, so we always go to the office together. But since the third day, I started making alibis in order avoid him and get to the office alone without some rocker with me. I hate rockers, I don't know why. So anyways, on the fourth day, he was surprised because I came earlier than him because I told him that I won't be able to wait for him at the bus stop because I'm going to visit a sick friend. I just told him that my friend was already released. I think he's mad, I think he knew that I was lying. So anyways, I continued ignoring him at the office, and it was a good thing that we are not team mates so that I have a better excuse for not talking to him that much. I was ignoring him, yeah I'm guilty but I still talk to him during breaks and we go home together so I still talk to him, but I really don't like him. Actually when we applied for that company I was hoping that he won't get the job. I just used him because I wanted someone to accompany me.

Anyways, because he is kinda isolated and he's an emo guy, he didn't survive the call center industry. He only tried the first week of it, and never showed up anymore. I think it's because he doesn't have friends there, or it's because I was ignoring him that made him quit. I might be bad by saying this, but it's the best decision he made --- for me. But he's still my good friend! :)

Best Friend

So a couple of days ago, I earned money from having some people renting my truck. And then of course it's shopping time. So I went home on Sunday, because it's family day. Just when I was about to come back to my best friend's pad on Monday, my truck just won't start! Damn, I don't want to commute! Helloooo? I'm bringing with me lots of load... So I messaged my best friend that I won't be home soon. You know I have a problem with staying home with my folks because it could be so freaking boooring..... So I went out, messaged few of my friends, and then switched to night out mode. That was last Thursday. I was busy looking for a job last Monday, and Tuesday of that week. The last time I saw my best friend was on Tuesday, after I applied for a position in a call center. He was on his early stages of getting sick. His head was extremely aching, according to him, and he couldn't eat. So after I gave him few advises on what to do and what medications to take (since I was in line with the medical field), and eating his unfinished food because I was so super super super hungry at that time, I decided to leave him and go home - cause I was super super tired too. Now wait let's jump to Thursday, there, as I was saying I went out, messaged few of my friends, and have them inviting me to a party or some booze sessions. I was texted by my best friend and requested me to come over and nurse him. I didn't respond because I was so having fun! Hellooo? So anyway, Friday night is a booze night, so please, that's an excuse for me of course.. I went to visit a friend in some place, I was with the guy I've been eyeing for, then we hung out for a moment, then went to a bar. There. So anyway, Saturday night, I felt guilty with what I've done to my best friend, so I messaged him saying I will come over and take care of him. But I received an invite from a friend asking me to come out and check out what's happening in a bar somewhere. So I ditched my good best friend again and went out! He has been messaging me asking where am I? What time will I arrive at? And everything.. I just said that I don't have money for the fare!! He's super sick at that time - his temperature was 39C. Hey, I was so rude, but I had a real good time at the party!

Driving Jitters

I should’ve made this blog before. I had no time since I was still studying then. The last semester I was enrolled in ended just this March. I’ve been a bum for a month and a half already. I should’ve posted these things before.. So anyways, I’m currently living far from home, here with male best friend. I have lots of best friends. Ya know.. So anyway, I’m currently looking for a job, I’m gonna stop school for a while, my mom told me she didn’t have enough money for my studies. I was like, okay.. I’m sad.. If I just did what I had to do, and not waste all the tuition fees away, I should’ve already graduated. I enjoyed the college life so much that I found out that it’s already 5 years! My family used to have money for everything we need. 3 years ago.. When the family business started to sell low, we also started to embrace the so-called poverty. With debts all over. My dad had to go back abroad after 15 years to be an employee again. His job there? A steel fixer. Whatever it is, I may never know. My theory says it’s like a being construction worker (in the steels area though), my dad never tells me what his job is like. He’s been away for a year now, and his contract will expire in two years. But he’ll be home by this June… He called my mom told her that he puked blood! I was scared; I wanted him to go home. I’m in the medical field so I know what puking blood means.

At the same time, I have this evil feeling that he shouldn’t go home yet. You see, when he left the country, he also left me the keys to the family vehicle. An L300 type of crap. But it’s cool, I’m driving it right now. I learned driving it in a week! Though I crashed a couple of times. My mom will be very upset as soon as she sees the wounds of my baby when I bring the car home. Anyway, my friends were amazed with my driving. We went to different places. I still got no license, but I’m brave enough! The first time I drove the highway without any professional with me was the scariest moment of the 1 week history of my driving. There were couple of freaking scenes in just a day:

Scene #1: I can’t get through the intersection. – Mr. Traffic Enforcer invited me to pull over.
Scene #2: I crashed with a sitting guy. – He slammed onto my vehicle’s side. Ooh, that’s gotta hurt!
Scene #3: I made that other vehicle spin. – I monstered the other lane and the poor driver tried all his efforts not crash with me, then he turned circles!
Scene #4: My lights are off. – I didn’t know that my lights are off until I nearly ran over a walking ugly guy.
Scene #5: One way. – I entered a one-way street. Period.
Scene #6: I can’t go home. - After all of the accidents, I was too shaky to drive home.

Anyway, I hope my dad will be fine. I hope his condition is not that serious. He’s 49, and still working his bones out. I might be selfish to think this way, that he won’t go home yet until I’m finished with my so called “car flaunting”. But what can I do? It feels good when people around me I know see me driving. I miss my dad but I’m still not done with my social climbing yet…

The Social Climber

The Social Climber. What does it mean? Well let me read it from the dictionary..

According to the dictionary, a social climber is a person who attempts to gain admission into a group with a higher social standing.

So the dictionary says that if you "social climb," you are trying to get this social level with the help of some companions. Hmm... TRUE!

Now let's hear it from the people around the net..

One person said that, a social climber is a person who finds the need to blow you off for a person of higher social status than you.

So like if you are called by your friends, and you are with your "better friends," you will ignore your friends because you're a social climber! Have you done that? I've done that a couple of times!!!

Another person said that, a social climber is a person who tries to seek social acceptance either through:

1.) the expense of someone else - you try to fit into someone's world even if you have to endure figuring out things unfamiliar with you, just because that someone, has a nice car, is a son of a rich businessman, and speaks good english!
2.) the use of obsequious behavior - you try to be the good samaritan and run errands for your target, for him to think that you easy-to-be-with and obedient, so the blessings will all come down to you!
3.) "forced" companionship - you have been introduced to a campus superstar by a common friend, then you get the superstar's contacts and try to be with her all the time!

Another one said that a social climber is a person who will stop at nothing to achieve one thing and one thing alone: Popularity. In others words, high social status. This person will go to any extent to gain "cooler" friends, and they disregard the fact that karma will bight them in the ass later...

He said it very well.



Whatever one's definition is, social climbers don't care. We enjoy being called categorized as a social climber. It's our way of expressing our selves.


People say that in order to be accepted by the society, be true to yourself. But what can I do? THIS IS THE REAL ME! The real me is fake.