Colds may not be the worst thing to happen to anyone but right now i believe it shares its place with HIV if we consider the level of eagerness i have in getting rid of it. I took a day off and i know it will not please our Team Lead who's currently concerned with our team's absenteeism rate. But what can i do? I sneeze as frequently as 6 times every 10 minutes and if i were on-duty right now, my customers would be put on mute for long periods of time which will trigger their dissatisfaction ,and when translated into numbers at the end of the month might cause me to lose my job. i don't know if i i made sense there but anyone who works in a call center like me knows what i mean.

i'm also suffering some form of anxiety right now. you see, last february, i, the thick-faced and ambitious fag joined the huge crowd lining up in SM Cebu (to those who are not familiar with this place, this is a mall in Cebu City) hoping for some validation of their belief that they have talent in singing. i was with my brother and his girlfriend. both are very good singers and i'm not just saying that just because they're family. my brother got disqualified because of some missing requirements and his girlfriend, unfortunately, wasnt able to control her nerves that she almost puked in front of the audtion masters (they are the ones who conduct the screening first and the ones who pass will be able to audition  on tv in front of three judges.) when it was my turn, i sang a song which made the masters say "no" and got me disappointed because  thought i gave the greatest performance of my life (this is an exageration, please don't think i'm pathetic or something) but then as soon as i got out, one of the AM'S called me back to sing two more songs and, this time, they gave me the ticket. i don't know why they made me go back into that room, was it because of my hair? just guessing.

so now i, my brother, his girlfriend, and my best friend travelled from SM to a hotel located about a gazillion miles away that i almost gave all of my half-month salary to the cab driver(oh dear it was a long day, you have no idea) finally we got the hotel from far far away and were led to a room where the rest of the contestants were made to stay. we all sat there with different expressions on our faces. mine was saying "let's get this over and done with so we can finally eat and go home." after a century, i got called. it was my time to be grilled.

i went inside the dreaded room after being reprimanded by one of the prod staff members because i went for the the door ealier than i should have. it was hard since you have to keep looking fine for the camera, i mean the freaking cameras were on all the time. one was like staring at me like i have a salad dressing on my face. so, yeah i was careful.  i had no intention of making a scene to be included in the bloopers portion of the show. you can't be too careful especially now that we have digicams and youtube. our mistakes no matter how little, when captured, can be immortalized and become instant box office hits (does Janina San Miguel or Miss South Carolina ring a bell?) so now...uhmm..where was i again? oh yeah, got it now. so went inside the room and it was bigger than i thought. the first face i recognized was Jolina's (and i have to say she's kinda cute in person, not that i'm attracted to girls now) and then there was Wyngard Tracy who's mouth can let out fire that can turn you into a humunguos charcoal. i went to the small platform stood there and answered a couple of questions as beauty queen-like as possible and finally they asked me to sing.

I have to stop right there. As regards the result of my singing, you will soon find out. I'm just glad got to write again. i'ts been ages since i wrote a decent composition.

By the way, the name of the competition i joined (am joining?) is Pinoy Idol, the Philippine franchise of the American Idol and will be aired starting April 5th.