I've decided to take some time off from writing here. Just a for a few days. I'm up to my armpits in work, my laptop just got fried and my blog juices refuse to flow. Methinks it's a sign that I'm meant to take a sabbatical from my on-line life and to do some living/writing off-line. Catch me on my blurt page. Will be back with a bang on November 4 ...
Will you guys read my e-novel if I publish it?
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10.09.2002
CORPORATE SLAVE LOG 016: FURY ANIMAL
In moments of my undeniable rage at the workplace, I close my office door and reflect on …
… the elegant new mug that will replace the one I smashed.
… the glorious fact that I have a beautiful family and that they are the most important facet of my life – not my slashed-and-slashed-and-slashed-again marketing budget.
… the irrevocability of my privileged education, my priceless work experience and my gift for occasional eloquence.
… the comforting thought that I am so much more than what I do for a living.
… my dream jobs ("dream" because I am a pathetic materialist) -- novelist, university lecturer, full-time mom, coffee-place-bar entrepreneur, professional genealogist, high school English teacher, freelance photographer, stage actress, among many.
… the unquestionable support I get from my staff that drives me to hang on and to fight the good fight.
… the certainty that my scheming, ass-kissing, holier-than-thou colleagues are bound to get run over by an unmarked metallic beige 4x4 Starex van, driven by an unidentifiable woman, very very very soon.
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10.08.2002
BY MYSELF
BRAIN: We need to write something. Our last web journal entry is starting to grow fungi. Help me out here, will you?
HEART: Sorry. I am sorely uninspired. I need to be moved by someone or something to break into a passion-filled writing mode. Write about the office. You don’t need me to compose something about that.
BRAIN: I don’t want to make another corporate slave log – at least not yet. Too many people at work have been reading us. I might be compromising our “management persona.”
HEART: We’ve never been afraid of being busted before – why start?
BRAIN: The new President is coming in, remember? The whole company is in an ass-kissing frenzy. No harm in keeping it neutral. **tap tap tap** Let's get back to the present here. Our objective is to write the next blog ...
HEART: Okay, so how’s about an entry on how we met our husband.
BRAIN: Drivel.
HEART: Okay, so how’s about an entry on how we pick books.
BRAIN: What?! And tell the world you’re in charge of that? How we never look at reviews and how we walk the bookstore aisles for hours waiting for a book to “jump out” at us?
HEART: We make serendipitous finds that way.
BRAIN: Only after wading through thousands of paper- and hardbacks we’re embarrassed to say we actually read! We have got to buy a best-selling management book next time …
HEART: God forbid …
FINGERS: Excuse me, before you ask me to start typing, and perhaps while you two are having this animated discourse, can we get a manicure? Our nail color is chipping…
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10.03.2002
ENJOYING THE CARNAGE
I said it before: I am not into spectator sports. But as the Philippine landscape turns either blue or green before my eyes as the 5th of October approaches, I cannot deny the huge entertainment value of the circus known to Filipinos as the legendary ADMU-DLSU rivalry. No, I don’t watch the UAAP basketball games. I just watch Atenistas and La Sallistas go for each other’s throats in the sidelines and enjoy the carnage.
My husband is rooting for Ateneo (I think) only because his best bud and godfather to my eldest, Maxie, is a blue green-blooded La Sallite. And my husband lives for killing Maxie with his strange brand of asar [jeer]. (That’s right, Maxie, that’s why Mel has been bugging you about putting him in your will…)
As they do whenever these two universities meet on the hard court, Mel and Maxie have been taunting each other via SMS. If only Mon (godfather to my youngest) didn't enter the seminary, I'de have more of these...
… Attention Ateneo alumni: “Tell all CEOs, CFOs, EVPs, SVPs, VP's that the final game will be on Saturday.” Attention La Salle alumni: “Mag-file na kayo ng leave.”
… Ateneo's UAAP basketball battle cry in 2001: “We believe!” In 2002: “Our time.” In 2003: “Now na talaga.” In 2004: “Sure na 'to. Promise.” In 2005: “Maawa naman kayo. Kami naman!”
… Erap: “Mga kapwa kong Atenista, huwag kayong mag-alala. Sa atin na ang kampeonato! Kausap na ni Jinggoy ang mga referee. Sa La Salle na ang Game 3. Pero sa ating ang Games 4 and 5!”
Indulge me -- send me more decent, original ADMU-DLSU gags. Please. I need something to keep me amused on Saturday.
Sidebar: I am from UP and an anti-basketball-fan. I did not cheer for the Fighting Maroons even when we were UAAP champions and I was required to watch the games to pass PE.
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10.02.2002
CORPORATE SLAVE LOG 015: TODAY’S MENU
I’m on a low-carb diet and in my moments of complex-starch-withdrawal delirium, everything I see looks edible. The people in the office are starting to look like chow.
B, a.k.a. “Clear Onion Soup” …bland
B, a.k.a. “Shark-Fin Soup” …endangered.
D, a.k.a. “Blowfish Sushi” …very cosmopolitan, novel, but treacherous.
D, a.k.a. “Special Asado Siopao” [steamed pork dumplings] …rises to the ocassion and toughens up when put in the steamer.
D, a.k.a. “Bertie Bott’s Every Flavor Beans” …sweet, fun but doesn’t give you much substance to go on.
M, a.k.a. “Balut” … hairy ... outright gross!
M, a.k.a. “Spineless Chicken” …will taste like whatever you want it to.
R, a.k.a. “Pig Snout a la Atenista” …if you want an elitist’s nose up your face.
R, a.k.a. “Smoked Reindeer Tongue” … a taste of how they do things in the Scandinavian Laplands.
R, a.k.a. “Icy Fruit Shake with Tapioca Balls” … to get what you want, you have to suck really hard.
T, a.k.a. “Plain Icy Fruit Shake” …no balls.
T, a.k.a. "Big Mac" ...if I see this greaseball again, I think I'm going to barf.
W, a.k.a. “Crunchy Pork Intestines” [chicharon bituka] …leaves a subtle taste of shit in your mouth.
Ah, that did it. That little exercise just made me lose my appetite. Permanently, I wager.
