The only job search reality show on Philippine television, Hired, is now looking for a VISUAL STYLIST.
If you are:
- A college graduate of any course
- At least 21 years old
- Male/Female
- Knowledgeable in conceptualizing and designing
- With sketching and computer graphic work skills
- Experienced in window & store merchandising and materials sourcing
- Willing to join a reality show
Then you might be the one for the job. Email your resumes with photo to hired@gmanetwork.com.
For inquiries, you may call 9264523 or 9827777 loc. 3025.
Hired airs every Sunday at 7:45PM on Q.
Location A: Pakyas, Victoria, Oriental Mindoro
- Area: 11.2 hectares
- Current products: Lansones, Rambutan, Calamansi, and Durian
- Price: Php 8.5 million (total)
Location B: Naujan, Oriental Mindoro
- Area: 43 hectares
- Description: Slightly elevated
- Price: Php 300,000 per hectare
Location C: Victoria, Oriental Mindoro, Philippines
- Area: More than 8 hectares
- Current products: Lanzones and Rambutan
- Price: Php 450,000 per hectare
Interested parties may call (+63917) 244-1221 or (+632) 497-2715. You may also send inquiries to
glenn.ala@gmail.com.
Someone I know is looking for the following:
- Street Painters/Chalk Artists
- 4 to 6 Piece Band (Show Band with varied repertoire)
This would be for a 6 - 12 month contract in one of the theme parks in Macau. Email resume or profile to
zeplin0325@gmail.com if you're interested, or know someone who is interested.
The Chronicler's Creed
Where there's water and sun, where there are friends to see or new people to meet, where there's something new to learn, experience, or do, where there's life, there I will be.
LA POESÍA
Y fue a esa edad... Llegó la poesía
a buscarme. No sé, no sé de dónde
salió, de invierno o río.
No sé cómo ni cuándo,
no, no eran voces, no eran
palabras, ni silencio,
pero desde una calle me llamaba,
desde las ramas de la noche,
de pronto entre los otros,
entre fuegos violentos
o regresando solo,
allí estaba sin rostro
y me tocaba.
And it was at that age... Poetry arrived
in search of me. I do not know, I do not know where
it came from, from winter or a river.
I do not know how or when,
no, they were not voices, they were not
words, nor silence,
but from a street I was summoned,
from the branches of night,
abruptly from the others,
among violent fires
or returning alone,
there I was without a face
and it touched me.
- An excerpt from LA POESÍA (Poetry) by Pablo Neruda
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