does the moonlight shine on xaris?

some people would ask me if i trained in a call center thus my slang. come to think of it, i can't exactly point where i got to sound like this. sesame street perhaps? for the record, no, i have never set foot in a call center nor got any formal training in the language. my parents did not even train us to be "spokening dollars." it was mostly my kuya who talked dollars owing to his ateneo education [tsk tsk, conio boys for playmates, why not?] and my cousins growing up elsewhere thus the constant "whut" and me going "ha?"

i think i seriously took in english when i was in the sixth grade. i deliberately studied grammar beyond the lessons in school and read a whole lot of books. thank you francine pascal and sweet valley series! later my reading habits evolved to jules verne, cs lewis, jessica zafra and newspaper columnists. that's discounting my disney and Bible bed time stories with a dash of english classics earlier on.

nobody understood me then. they'd go, "ang arte naman nito, inggles inggles pa." and i go, "just because you're dumb enough to understand doesn't mean i'll level off with you noh!" [which is bad construction, come to think of it].

never claimed to be an expert either. i just hung on to "doing it like the romans do!" glamorous grammarian. glammarian!

imagine the ego deflation i had when i got a 2.5 for that one class where english is required. because of that, i will never work at a call center. i don't think i'd be able to stand any more ego pfft-ing if and when i screw up.

on other job-related news, i think my dad is frustrated at my career path [or lack of it thereof]. i suppose they're dreaming up big schemes for moi to be the next big thing to the likes of korina sanchez, jessica soho, karen davilla, vicky reyes and maria resa [who was all set to train little miss moi if i went through with my suposed tv patrol stint at NL]. but mah heart aint just there. the serious side of news, i mean.

i wanted to tell them, yes, i want to be the "next big thing" but not to these greats. it's sacrilegious to the philippine fourth estate if they have the likes of me meddling with the news flow. nope. bad idea.

how do i tell my non-showbiz manufacturers that their darling, ambitious daughter wants to follow the footsteps of celebrities- light bulbs, glitz, glamor, high fashion, tv interviews, the works! i want to be so visible, people would be interested to follow the story of my life more than being updated with how kris aquino almost died delivering baby james! i want to be the next imelda marcos [minus the dictator hubby who looks like THAT] and speak about truth, beauty, beauty and truth! [okay, i am exaggerating, it's the DQ speaking, tutt, tutt]. but you get what i mean. i wanna be SO there *snaps*

reality check: far from it, baby. buuuut, the reason why i wanna be a celeb badly is because of the poor. which got me thinking, do i really have to wait until i get THERE to actually do something? poverty is staring me in the face and i wait for falling stars? what is wrong with this picture? and so my dear would-be fans, my stardom dreams shall momentarily take a back seat [i have to weigh things and devise a concrete plan for stardom, you know]. there's a street children ministry in church that i'd really like to help out with. i think that's more important now.

BUT this is so not the end of the xaris' adventure with the stars.

i do suppose i'll be keeping my current job. i get to talk to and photo op with all the right people; it's so cosmo-ish. toodles!