I am Corporate Junkie.: August 2008

Aug 31, 2008

People Watching

I was sitting in one of the coffee shops, resting my tired feet from shopping (it was the last day of the August sale!!!) when I began my ~~newfound~~ renewed hobby of watching people around me. This started when I was out alone lately and instead of bringing the ultimate armor of being by myself in a coffee shop, i.e. a book, I decided to just not care about other people staring at me pathetically and explore topics for my blog.

I scanned the place around me and I saw a kid around seven years old checking his Friendster account. On his page, there were comments that contained soft gay porn (guy in a towel -- just the towel). I shook my head. No wonder, gays bloom at such an early age.

I shifted my gaze to another direction and there was this fat guy in a junkie shirt with green pants and a fishing cap. Ugh! Fashion disaster.

That was the end of my one day's worth of meddling with other people's exteriors. Bow!

Comfortable? Or Too Comfortable?

Lately I am having a whole month of PMS-ing and I am irritated by a lot of things. First, little comments from friends and officemates. Second, the toilet seat in the bathroom which my housemates cannot seem to lift (some of my housemates are boys) when they take their pee. And lastly, my guy's socks and shoes all over my apartment, his cellphone chargers, his soiled clothes which he brought over so that I can bring it to the laundry shop.

Sigh! When people become close to you, they can sometimes get into your nerves. And what some define as cute, it sometimes is irritating. When does comfortable become too comfortable?

I would not want to talk about other people so I would rather tell you about an introspect of this topic when it comes to my relationship. As mentioned in my previous blog, I have been with my guy for more than two years. Two weeks ago, we had a major fight. I lost some really big money and the day after that (it was a Friday, by the way), I was waiting for him to come home and pick me up. I badly needed a doze of my Friday alcohol.

10:00 pm. He texted me saying this, "I'll be there by 12. Gonna drink with officemates." I asked him, "What made you think that I did not want to go out and have a drink as well?!" He thought I was just PMS-ing and ignored me.

Then, all hell broke loose.

I gathered all the stuff that he lent me -- playstation, DVDs, etc -- and trashed them in his car (it was stuck in my garage because of the stupid coding system) and taped a post-it saying, "I f***king deserve a better treatment". After that, I joined my friends at the Fort to drink. I have never been so pissed.

When I look back, we reconciled by the way, I keep on thinking -- is this what it is? People ignore you because they think you are just PMS-ing? Or you are just being a drama queen? What if they had a point?! I HAD A POINT.

He went to my apartment the next day and apologized saying that he thought I was just bluffing and said that it was his wake up call. At the back of my head, did it really have to go to that point?

When people have been together for sometime, does it really become too close for comfort? Or has it become too comfortable that we fail to see what is really there?

The Attack of the Remote Control (and the triple w dot)

The other night, I was slouching again in front of my TV and watching Sex and the City - again - when I turned on my air cooler through its remote. As I clicked on one button, my DVD stopped and got me back to the root menu. I threw the cooler's remote control as if it was some sort of exorcised paraphernalia. I got it back again and pushed the "swing" button. My DVD ejected the disc. I stopped and gasped, I am attacked by my remote controls.

As we get more and more digital, I keep on wondering, is it really making things easier? Or are we making things more complicated?

I only have three remote controls at home. One for my TV, one for the DVD and one for my cooler. That is so simple. One is for the other and vice versa. But in that weird occurence, I have realized that apparently, my remote control for the cooler has some kind of intergalactic connection with my DVD player.

They sum it up in one scientific term called Infrared enabled items which somehow just link to each other. But you see, remote controls are supposed to help me out when I don't want to stand up from my bed and just feel the need to click the button for my convenience. It was not made to freak people out.

The digital world has been evolving in a crazy way. Being in a gadgets industry, everything is so fast paced. I launch new set of cameras almost bi-annually. In a span of so-so months, megapixel goes higher and higher and the Japanese always think of some ways to innovate. Cellphones have become multifunction, people share their photos online, friends get to know about their friends through Facebook or Friendster or Multiply. Seriously, do we really NEED all this?

This world has become so entangled with the world wide web. I say, we are entangled in its mess. Right now, I am writing in Notepad because I cannot get to have my Explorer going since some goddamn Antivirus Master (it is actually REALLY a virus, so guys beware!) keeps on reconfiguring my cookie settings. And this is pissing me off. Just this morning, my boss was sharing to me that her niece, who was nine years old, was swearing to her friends in Multiply, saying the F word. And she is really bothered. Is it allowed to do that? Toy with people's emotions?

Has the WWW. made things easier? I bet it did. Have the remote controls done their part to deliver convenience? You bet! Now, you dont have to crunch youself to yanking the 12-point dial of your TV. And channels go to up to a hundred.

But sadly, as all stories go, there is always the other side of the coin. And that is I say, when the remote controls begin to attack.

The Great Love

I was watching Sex and the City last night and in one episode and it said, "You can only have two loves in your life". In a parallel universe, I also encountered this one good quote about your great love: "The first one is the you will love most, second is the one who loves you most and the third, well he just happened to be and the right place and at the right time". What do you think? Which one is possibly true?

I have put a minimum qualification in what I call a relationship for me. In your case, it may vary.

A real relationship has to have a one year, at the very least, withholding period. This means that anything lower than that may have been infatuation, rebound, lust or stupidity.

I do not know if you agree with me but I think it takes time to really say that you love a person. It is cultivated through time. Well anyway...

I have had 3 "relationships" to-date. First one took 3 years, 2nd one, 1 and 6 months and the latest, 2 years and counting. With this, which premise do I believe in? If I was only allowed two great loves in my lifetime, I would have to ditch one relationship. And if it is on the 3 great loves, I am not sure if the ranking follows.

They said that a great love is the one that will shake you to the core. It is earth-shattering and will change your life. If this is the case, my psycho first ex-boyfriend has certainly changed my life. Changed my life to the worst, looking back five years from now and changed it totally for the better because at some point, that relationship was the reason why I am where I am right now. So can you consider him one of my great loves?

The second one patched me up. Put band-aid in all the areas where I was jaded. Unfortunately, I think I shattered his life more than he shattered mine.

The current one... it is not earth-shattering. It is more like a tree rooted to the core. This is where for the first time, there is security and a no-nonsense kind of love. It is like a blanket that snuggles me in a cold night. There are no love letters, no candle-lit dinners. It might not be fireworks but a burning ember that silently warms my life.... and my heart.

Does this love close my destiny? Or at least, my destiny for the second greatest love?

The Drama Queens

I often wonder why girls are such drama queens. And when we do spill our act, is it because of PMS or is it worth listening to?

I was chatting with some friends last night and we were updating ourselves about each other. And of course, the topic of boys never fails to come up. I was telling them that my boyfriend said that he hates me "12 times in a year" -- that is equivalent to one PMS day in a month, FYI. This, according to him, is the time when my head goes bonkers and I quarrel just about almost anything. But then, in my point of view, I have a stand. I fight because he is so busy with work and his masters, and his rudeness, and his trashy clothes, etc etc.

My girl friend, Jane has been undergoing a lot of turmoil on her own lately. Well, she always seem to fall in love with the wrong persons.

In matters of the heart, do you really just fall or you have the capacity to choose whom to fall for? Would the latter take away all the drama in our lives and make us live happily ever after?