Archive for July, 2008

Of frustrations, oil price hikes and public restrooms

Yesterday wasn’t a complete failure but not a success either. It’s like the job that I wanted (though not for a long term period) was within reach. Just an inch closer and I’ve got it within the palm of my hand but the more I moved closer, the farther it inches away. Yep. This is what frustration is like.

 

So after a rather aggravating situation, my friend, Mona Lisa and I set off to SM to chillax*.  With the really hot weather, we so need the A/C to cool our minds and irritation towards evil companies who don’t know an exceptional employee material when they see one. Tsk! And of course to pay the long overdue bill I have with Smart. As we were walking around, carefully avoiding Candy Corner stalls, we noticed that more and more people were crowding the mall. I thought the whole country was suffering from the oil price hike, the malevolent force responsible for activating a chain reaction of an increase in pretty much everything. But the people lounging around and/or shopping disproved that the majority was at a precarious situation of money loss. The mounting shopping bags at each hand were evidence enough. Or was that because there was a sale? Or were they just there to escape the heat outside?

 

Sale or no sale, shouldn’t the people be saving enough for the future when the worst is yet to come? Yeah. That should be the case. But humans are complex creatures as compared to animals having only one thing in mind. Hey! Not sex. Get your mind off the gutter. I’m talking about survival and procreating just happens to be a way of surviving. Humans, on the other hand, have to satisfy both needs and wants, more so with the wants thus overshadowing the needs. Like the other day, I just got my hair done and…wait. Bad, bad example. Don’t follow me. Got. To. Save. Up. Hmmm…I wonder how much Girbaud wallets cost nowadays. What? I need a wallet. I got robbed remember? Now this is what big brothers are for. (evil grin)

 

Anyway, enough about saving and on to a more pressing topic. Let me tell you a tip when nature calls and you find yourself lining up in restrooms stalls waiting for your turn and enduring the horrifying odour you force yourself not to gag. In most crowded places specifically the malls, this is usually the case. However, I found a perfect way to outwit the general public. It is common knowledge that SM has expanded, making room for people of all classes to shop and just hang. As a result, SM Northwing and the kick-ass parking lot were created. But do all of you know that in the parking lot, there are lounge areas with TV sets for waiting drivers and concealed public restrooms? I say concealed because not everybody knows about them and at a glance you’d think they were just elevators. I found out about them not because I am a genius but because my brother is. Before, my dad and bro used to hate going to SM because parking was such as hassle. With the new parking lot, parking is now a breeze. My brother absolutely loved parking there, never mind that he gets dizzy at times. He is also an H²O junkie and so he needs to pee like most of the time. (He’s going to kill me when he knows about this!) Imagine my surprise, when he told me there were restrooms in the parking lot. Clean restrooms. Crowd-free restrooms. (Insert hallelujahs in here) And being the evil person that I am, I’m saying nothing on where they’re all located. (poolparty)

 

So now I part with a line from Jordin Sparks’ new single, One Step at a Time. When I think about this song and its video, I immediately think about Jordin’s green Manolo-esque sandals. Oohh La La! Gorgeous!

It’s gonna happen and it’s supposed to happen that we find the reasons why one step at a time

housebroken, stolen…

First I lost my job. Now, I lost my freaking handbag along with my wallet and cellphone. I didn’t really lose them but someone stole them from right under my nose, so to speak. Somebody out there must be having a laugh at my expense. Yes, I’ve heard about the movie A Series of Unfortunate Events but I never really thought it happens in real life. Well, I do now.

Last Friday, a friend of mine and I went to the movies to watch Wanted. With everything that’s happened in our lives lately, our minds were crying out for a scapegoat and entering another world for just a few hours was just what we needed. The movie was good (the Jolie factor is always a plus) although quite unrealistic. Perfect scapegoat material. James McAvoy played his part so well that you can see the transition from him being an anxiety-plagued nothing to someone who made a difference in the world or at least to the characters involved in the film. What drew me most to the movie was the last line he said before the cast and production credits. “This is me taking control of my life. What the fuck have you done lately?” I made a mental note to answer this question when I have the time to sort out my thoughts. I felt that the answer was somewhat like a key to unlock life’s mysteries. Yet that night, even until the brink of sleep, I came up with nothing.

Today, I read a column written by a former colleague of mine. She said that people often miss out on the simple things in life because most of the time, she and perhaps one third of the Philippine population, are very busy. Well, I’ll tell you something. I’d rather have sleepless nights, hideous eye bags and down-the-drain social life than having NOTHING to do at all. I’d change what I have now for yours in a heartbeat. You do not know what it’s like having something taken away from you; to wake up one morning and realize that everything you’ve worked hard for in the past year amounts to nothing but a priceless piece of paper, crumpled and thrown away. Granted, this experience made me stronger and wiser but this has shaken me to the core.

Now you ask me, what have I been doing lately? Still nothing, sadly. It’s like the reigns of my life are somewhere abandoned and unattended. But I do guarantee you this. The Wanted experience has changed my life forever. I am now determined to search for that key or that answer in every nook and cranny even if it takes a lifetime.

Uhm, that’ll take a really long time, right? Maybe I’ll just go back to drooling over Mr. McAvoy’s abs. Or thinking of ways to torture the faceless robbers that’ll leave them screaming for me to end their lives…Yeah. Much better.

Just kidding!