The paparazzi and his pursuit for bad romance

(I wrote this article as my informal, pointless, ambitious, but realistically factual autobiography on facebook.com – the “about me-portion”.)

I WAS SHIRTLESS WALKING in a beach and then, abruptly, I realized most people were staring at me. Then, a Mr. Bikini-talent handler approached me and asked, "Would you like to join a bikini contest? I could be your manager!"

From his offer, I conjectured if it would be decent for a managing editor of a campus paper, a part-time associate editor of a local paper and a freelance columnist writing for several other publications to join a bikini contest. So the only feedback I gave was my boyish grin. Then, he just left his calling card...

Nah! Those days are gone. (Sigh!)


I am no longer that student editor-slash-writer whom other people had often confounded as a sexy photo shoot-model. After graduation, I was employed by one of the country’s largest telecommunication companies as multi-tasked customer care specialist working during mall hours, of course, in malls – a fact that, I confess, I regret the most; it caused me negative stress, which ruined my previously perfect body curves.

That history of my life made me realize to find a career that would give me the gratification of practicing my specialization: Journalism. A practice that is stressful too, but the stress it gives makes me feel and look good. (Not just physically speaking, but also mentally… A positive stress as I delineate it. And yes, I said career; not just a job.)

Then, I resigned and had been resting (and blogging and doing graphic designs) for a month and a half until I received a job offer from an English academy, which gave me the opportunity to teach American accent, American slangs, idioms, and effective writing.

Still, the gratification was not felt. Thus, I never stopped believing and decided to follow my dream nonstop like a paparazzi chasing his star. I took that very lengthy and comprehensive exam, which convoluted some parts of my brain, at a prestigiously ISO-certified, multinational company in Makati that was then hiring copy editors. Then, I received a call after a week, and so and so…

The job offer was there; I accepted it.

Being a copy editor, technically, is my third job; yet my first career. At first, I actually felt like a fresh graduate who just found his first employment. I am happy with this and the fulfillment it brings can never be equaled with any amount of money. The Father up there, with my faith in Him, blessed me. I will bless Him forever for that.

Now, there’s only one more thing that I currently want in life: my perfect figure. I want it back and I need it so frantically like bad romance!