Self-Love

I’m the perfect example of multiple-personality disorder, but I’m a pretty damned good catch anyway (as my mom would like to say). Ako si Kat, currently working in a company I finally felt comfortable in (cross-fingers!!!baka ma-jinx eh…hehe) at magpapamisa daw ang nanay ko pag naka-six months ako dito. Claiming the privilege of twenty-something-people’s indecisiveness, I still don’t know what I really want to do in life. Ang alam ko lang, gusto ko ng own house (or condo), ng Chevy Suburban (at specific talaga), ng huge dog (pero homely, ayoko ng pitbull or rottweiler, baka kainin ako…) at mag-travel sa lahat ng nook and cranny ng Pilipinas and the rest of this uber-beautiful planet.
Graduated from the royal, pontifical and Catholic university of the Philippines, UST, with a Bachelor’s Degree in Communication Arts (and I’m soo bad in communicating sabi ng mama ko…), I am now thrown into the world of marketing and I don’t know how I got here (now my stupidity and clueless-ness is coming out in the open) but I’m learning to love it (and hate it as well). I used to hate interviewers who couldn’t get their wits to tell you that you’ve failed and will just go through the “we’ll-just-call-you” blah-blah but now that I’m doing the interview myself, I kind-of understand that there’s no easy way to break somebody’s heart but to lie like a sailor. But nothing can ever replace the kick that I get whenever I hear the candidate squirming (you can really hear it…) and groping for answers to my screening questions.

Heck enough about work, let me tell you something about my family. Uhh, nothing much to tell pala. I have two younger brothers who can pester the hell out of anyone (even those with unrelenting control and patience) but I love them anyway. My mom is, well, my mom and my best friend as well because I’m her favorite daughter (yeah yeah, ako lang talaga ang daughter kaya no choice cia) and she adores me (if five photo albums of my pictures and more lying around the house are not evidence enough, I don’t know what is). And I adore her back because kahit na I’m already earning my own keep, she can always find the excuse to buy me more clothes and shoes (yipee!!!).

Can’t get enough about good ole me? Don’t worry I’ll give you more as you go through this whole crap because I just can’t stop talking about myself. I soo love me. (gwaaarrkkkk)