Life of a Kat

Today is July 25, 2016 I’ve been thinking on how I will write this one while on the train, then I can’t remember a thing anymore. -_- I told my family that I am scheduled for a job interview today. The schedule has been set a long long time ago and today, I had my mindset prepared and all set for the said moment. However, things had changed when they said that we all had to wait for a phone call from a pre-selection committee. Should you receive a notice, that’s the only time you will need to go to the office. However, since I am confident about my credentials, deep in my heart, I really did hope to be one of those who will receive the phone call. But I never did receive any this morning. I was really sad. Super sad. I even appealed to the coordinator if I can still be included for today, I know it was a desperate call. I texted my friend. I cried in front of my friends. I cried to my friend over the phone. Then I told my uncle I was very sad when I got home.  ...

Today is July 24, 2015. I am used to having my day figured out even before it started. Not that it always happen that way, but at least, I had something to look forward to. For today's morning schedule was a brunch date with my former housemate to catch up about life musings and update about each other's lives. The schedule has been blocked a week before the day. That's how we both want to set things in our lives--on routine, on schedule. Afternoon was for an orientation seminar regarding a job opportunity I had been longing for. I had been battling the thought of my itchy feet wanting to go to Tagaytay. It has been awhile that I had done something so spontaneous and so random. It seems that everything has been planned, calculated and accounted for. At around 4pm, I texted up a friend asking what's the fastest way to go to Tagaytay but knowing it may take forever to get an answer, I decided to just make a phone call. And viola! I got my directions. As soon a...

………….   thoughts and takes on the movie How to be Single. …………..   opinion on the book Why Men Love Bitches. …………..   our first-ever class group date last Father’s Day. …………..   reaction while reading Me Before You. …………..   comments while reading After You. …………..   how to answer the “why?” follow up question after saying “Yes.” to the question, “Are you single?” I can’t find the word to start on anything. I just want to write. Writing is like talking. It’s talking to myself and to people who would care to listen. Writing gives me the power to express myself and my thoughts in a more organized manner. Writing gives me freedom, without caring for the judgment of others and those who bother to read my thoughts. Writing helps me keep my memory. There are a lot of things that I seem to have been forgotten but are written here or in the other private journal.. Writing helps me let go of my fears, my anger, my hatred. It also allows me to ...