Dance!

April 7, 2007

Contrary to popular belief, I am a very shy person. It comes off as being mataray or suplada, and honestly? I encourage that. It makes me sound less weak. So when I pass you by in a corridor without so much as a side glance, it’s not that I’m doing the snub routine. It’s either I didn’t see you, I honestly did not remember you, or I’m too shy to say hi. Yea. Go snort.

 

So I surprise myself when I find me dancing in public. Its starts with a harmless tapping of the fingers, and then of the toes, and before I even notice it, my hips start to shake to the beat. I forget about being shy. With the right music, I can do this anywhere!


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Beauty Console Me

April 5, 2007

Who or what made us? Why are we here? Why doesn’t anyone or anything absolutely answer questions such as these, if there is such a thing as an absolute answer?

 

Well, I’ll tell you flatly that I don’t care. As long as I get what I want, as long as I’m content with whatever I don’t have, then I don’t care. So far I’ve lived a relatively satisfied life without answers—who says I can’t for the next few decades more? Life is simple. (You’re sure? I got the impression that we’re looking for something more than that ‘life is simple’ summary. A purpose, methinks?). (You did? Shut up).

 

This shit reminds me of a short story by Ray Bradbury called ‘The Blue Bottle’. It’s very…short, for a short story that is. Very linear: two men are looking for the fabled Blue Bottle which is somewhere in the crumbled empire of Mars. One man is driven, making the acquisition of the bottle the sole purpose of his life. The other man is just along for the ride, not caring about finding the bottle or not. What could be in this blue bottle that men did not live to speak about? According to the myths, the bottle contains whatever the finder’s heart desires. Much like a magic lamp, but this one’s found in Mars’ red sands.

 

After years and years of searching, the first man found the bottle. He walked a little distance away from his buddy who waves at him while taking a drag at a cigarette. He opened the bottle, and finally realized what he was really looking for all those years. The blue bottle was a scapegoat; he could not tell himself that his life was senseless and pointless and useless to anyone, even to himself. He needed a myth to tell him that, and more—to give him what his heart really desired.

 

The next day, his friend went to the patch of red sand where he was supposed to be. All he found was a blue bottle half-full with bourbon.


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Firsts

April 4, 2007

So this is my first day at work. I decided to get some coffee, and of course everyone's supposed to know what happens when I drink coffee. I get drunk. So while I was at the elevator I was more than a little out of sorts, all 27 floors of it. The whole time I was waiting for the HR person to call me in (read: one hour), mybrain was all in air and I stank coffee. There was a group of UPLB OJT applicants sitting on the sofa beside me. I swear they smelled me and noticed the coffee stains liberally placed in my white ribbed jacket and pink spaghetti top. Sighs. So much for first impressions eh?

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Simple Documentation

April 2, 2007

I'm staying at home the whole day. With a period! Gods I have to write about menstruation one of these days in my main blog. It's probably one of the bigger problems of the female population, and one of the biggest problems of those men who put all female bitchiness under PMS. Well guys continue if you feel better about it. But PMS as an all-around-explanation can only go so far.

 

I've got nothing to do today but sountrip and convert songs for my mp3 player. I have four new burned CDs and I haven't really listened to them. Sure I hear them, but I haven't listened. It takes time for me to absorb music. Come to think of it, it takes time for me to absorb everything else.

 

And now I come to a realization. I skate by life not really paying attention to the important things. Sure I function well enough and react and socialize and communicate, but I don't absorb. For some reason there's invisible insulation between me and the rest of the world. It's kind of nice really. But I recognize I have to get out of my shell and live. The way most people do. And listen. The way most people should.

 

This summer I intend so make some changes. I don't like the way I'm going. Not the tangible way, like working, meeting my online friends, having a pseudo-relationship with a guy who's leaving me in a while—that's okay, I can handle that. But I don't like how the cogs and gears of my head and hypothalamus are functioning. They're slow and rusty. I can do better, and I will.

 

Simple documentation is not how people should live. And I'm trying to find something prfound to say after that line, but I don't have to explain anything else to myself, I think.

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Sunny Summer Sunday Morning

April 1, 2007

I dislike Sundays but this particular Sunday seems nice. Couple it with Corrine Bailey Rae's "Let Your Hair Down" and "Like A Star", and the world suddenly seems brighter.

 

Finally, I've settled my school stuff. Now all I've got to do is wait to find out if my job application is accepted. And if so, Ortigas here I come! Oh I'll be there on Tuesday. To find out. The commuting is one major hassle, but compared to Manila, Ortigas is definitely more aesthetically pleasing. Well if you like tall new buildings and all rather than old musty ones, then yeah.

 

Now Aimee Mann is playing. "WIse Up". What advice, and perfect timing! I'm making a mess of everything now. Turns out I'm not as invincible as I fancied myself to be, and that sucks. But I'm okay. Things are messy, but okay. I don't like thinking, though, on sunny summer Sunday mornings.

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Robbie and the Holocaust

March 28, 2007

So today is my job interview at dotPH here in Ortigas. I was expecting a lot of hassle getting here so I wore combat clothes to match that expectation: red flats, black pants, light top. Suprisingly enough though, commuting was easy. Although I did pay 50 pesos for the taxi ride to Jollibee Plaza. I know it's overpriced but I dunno, I don't mind so much, manong gave me helpful tips on how to get here without a taxi.

 

I am so going to fail the exam they gave me! I know shit about OpenOffice. I only got to answer the problems that have very near to do with MS Word—and not much else. All hope is not yet lost. I can learn, provided I get hired in the first place.

 

One question in the essay part particularly sparked my interest. Goes something like this: How do you hope to achieve success in the "Sales and Marketing" field while in the midst of an economic crisis? This question has two nuances—the gods know how I love nuances in questions! Seriously, I do, sans sarcasm. First, what does success mean? Does it equate to material success, which is the common notion, or self-actualization, which is the undervalued notion? Or both? Because from what I hear, material success and self-actualization rarely go together. Hopefully I'm wrong.

 

Another nuance is the term 'economic crisis'. We are in an economic crisis. But it has varying degrees. Which degree does the question refer to? And so it reminded me of Robbie, the perfect salesman robot. I read about him in a science fiction anthology somewhere, I don't remember the title. The story is quite simple: Robbie was doing his usual antics in Times Square to get people to buy from him. Suddenly, the sky flamed up and the world smelled of sulfur. Robbie, made of indestructible steel, survived. The rest of the people died, except this little crying girl which Robbie found. You know what he did? He tried to sell her a lollipop.

 

Anyway, I'm going to keep this blog. Maybe this is where I should put all the inspirational gunk from the not-so-jaded, not-so-cynical me. Because there is such a person, contrary to popular belief. I wouldn't be suprised if you read stuff like this (http://lizlan.blogspot.com) and the same author claims that she's actually quite light-hearted and very nice. Bah. I find I smile at that, myself.

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