one flew over the cuckoo's nest

given the current trend of political upheaval swirling the minds of the populace, the migration of people in one certain location have made life much easier, more bearable. These people (including yours truly) have found themselves retreating in cyberspace, with the hopes that this political nightmare will vanish into oblivion. And so the doors were swung open for bloggers. Constant chatter is the name of the game. Blogging has become a part of our consumer-driven lives. Our minds have become intertwined, blurring any borderlines that prevent us from interacting with others. This has become an avenue to contemplate on our experiences, vent out our frustrations, disappointments, points of view and numerous other vexations. It has become an integral part of our existence, a modern-day diary. An escape from a world of lies and deceit.

Anything and everything can happen here. It's your call, you play the game, you make the rules. Even people who aren't fond of expressing themselves have jumped into the bandwagon. If this was a looney bin, it certainly is a happy one! Any addition to a good source of laughter, tears and the like are very much appreciated. I guess what makes this group so unique is the fact that you can be downright silly (or serious) and not lose an audience. People read what you have to say; may it be an embarrassing experience, a sad moment or an exuberant, 5 minutes of fame. I'd say this is the ultimate modern version of a cuckoo's nest. Welcome to the club!

travelling gypsy

i will be moving to a new place by the end of the month. Hopefully, it will be better than my present abode, which has given me such a major headache the past few months. Similar to the gypsies, I've been moving a lot since I finished school a couple of years ago. I didn't wanna stay at a relative's house so I have been living independently eversince, which is what I preferred and it's really great because it taught me to be more responsible. I take care of my needs and I try to balance my finances. Besides, I don't have to deal with other people's house rules anymore. I make my own rules.

Living alone is a good start because if I were to go abroad (which I intend to do), I will be able to take care of myself and not depend too much on other people. The only setback is, I don't cook, much less bake. So I contend myself with dining out (read: fast food) most of the time (which proved to be costly), or just settle for simple cooked meals (translation: canned goods/processed food) which is the only skill I could claim so far. I'm not really good in the kitchen but maybe someday I would find the motivation to learn cooking.

Somehow, not born with a silver spoon in my mouth had made me see that the struggles you have experienced in life are better appreciated if you don't have a fat bank account or you don't rely mainly on your daddy's credit cards (paris hilton, is that you?). Because of my past struggles, I now know how to adjust myself in most situations and adapt to a life which is for the most part biased and unfair. It made me see that the only person responsible for your actions is yourself.

I like living alone because most of the time, I can do anything I want. Also, I find it quite interesting to live in a suitcase, so to speak. It's because the mere idea of being in one place for a long time doing the same things over and over again bores me to death. I don't like a mediocre life. I certainly don't like routines. There are far more interesting things to see and explore than to settle down with the mundane stuff. Maybe because I haven't established any roots yet. Maybe because I don't want it right now. Or I haven't found the right place that I would really love to settle in. I am still a work in progress; mentally, emotionally and spiritually. I would really like to travel someday, to a faraway, exotic place if possible. The only thing I hate about moving is packing my bags, which could prove really taxing.

eye candy

last saturday when I rode a jeepney going home, I chanced upon two schoolgirl passengers seated across from me. It would've been uneventful if not for the two girls canoodling right before my eyes. I didn't realize they were a couple, not until one of them (the skinny one) tenderly stroked her partner's face. It was then that I noticed the other girl's arm were wrapped around her companion's waist like any lover would do. They were so sweet with each other. It made me smile secretly. You know it's very rare that I get to see lesbian couples (even gay) doing PDA without a care in the world. Funny because it wasn't gross, in fact, it was actually nice of those 2 girls to openly show their affection to each other, and they were high school girls at that!

Now here's another story: one time, when I was quietly having my lunch at KFC, a few floors down my office, this twentysomething girl decided to share seats with me. That was okay since she looked decent enough to me. I didn't mind her that much for awhile, but I've noticed that she glanced at my I.D. and asked me if I work in PS, so I politely said yes. Then she asked me if I handle customer service so I told her I'm actually in sales (she wouldn't know the difference anyway). Then she started asking more questions, whether I am being paid a basic salary or thru commissions. Then she asked the ultimate question: how much am i being paid by PS? I was thinking like, whoa! hold on a minute here, I don't know you, why would you ask me such a personal question? I was already irritated so I just replied: "Oh, you have to go ask HR about it!" That silenced her. Nosy people!

shades of blue (and pink, yellow & then some)

i sink into semi-depression mode whenever there are changes happening in my life, unexpected or otherwise. Don't get me wrong, I welcome change for the most part, just to break the monotony or avoid any gluts or being stuck in a rut for that matter. But the mere idea of veering away from your comfort zone could be scary at times, especially for those people who are not risk-takers.What with you having thoughts on the impending 'doom' heading your way, meeting new faces, encountering problems which appear to be freakin' unresolvable, plus chartering to unfamiliar territory. Twists and turns here and there. Basically, your main concern is whether you will emerge at the other end of the tunnel unscathed. That's how I feel right now. Having experienced these changes (good & bad, professional & personal) makes me feel just a little bit queasy. All of a sudden I feel vulnerable, I have butterflies in my stomach, and I have the sudden urge to turn my back, hibernate in my cocoon or just return to my previous routine which I used to do and had come to like. A few months from now,I will just brush this aside like any other normal jaded person and not bother with it. But for now, I feel like the only living creature in the galaxy far, far away. Then again, this too, shall pass. After all, who wants to be mediocre for the rest of her life?