Late Buses and Meerkats

I’m trying to finish scanning all my film rolls from my trip home last holy week, and I’m getting a bit homesick. I’m so bored right now that I’m putting a looooooot of effort in making myself depressed. It’s so pathetic. Haha It’s not working though. I’m not at all depressed. Just bored.

I’m kinda frustrated with my rolls.. I feel like I’ve wasted A LOT of films shooting the same thing over and over again. Lesson learned. Stop taking a bizillion shots of the beach and the horizon and the sand and the whatevers. I need to start taking more close up shots. Stop looking at the big picture over and over again. Focus on something.

I dedicate this song to the perfect job (whatever or wherever you may be):

I wanna believe in everything that you say
‘Cause it sounds so good
But if you really want me, move slow
There’s things about me you just have to know

Sometimes I run, sometimes I hide
Sometimes I’m scared of you
But all I really want is to hold you tight
Treat you right, be with you day and night
Baby all I need is time

Lyrics by Britney Spears, “Sometimes”

*Actually now that I think about it, it actually works the other way around. It’s “the perfect job”’s song pour moi. Emphasis on the move slow.

I just got home from the job thing. I can’t call it an interview since I didn’t even get to the interview part.

I got to their office 30 minutes ahead of time—but I was at the Starbucks beside the building an hour before that—because I’m a professional (so for all you headhunters out there looking for THE professional employee, you need not look any further, I AM HERE. waiting for a job offer. always. waiting. for. a. job. offer.) and because I didn’t really wanna end up looking harassed for my interview (AGAIN, I didn’t get to the interview part). Turns out there were about 30 to 50 applicants, give or take, lined up for today alone.

After about 30 minutes of waiting, this girl called some of us and asked us to follow her to a conference room 2 floors above us. When we got there we were asked to fill up a couple of forms, and then we were given THE written exam. And I stress the “THE” because it was the ultimate time constrained written exam ever invented by mankind. It was about 20 pages of logical shizz and we were supposed to answer as much as we could in 12 minutes. Long story short I didn’t finish it. I barely even finished half of it! But you have to give me some credit, I DID think I WOULD finish it (until I didn’t anymore). But I did try.

So there goes my second job exam/interview.

Damn you stopwatch!

The only consolation I got from that exam was out of about 8 of us, only 1 guy passed. You gotta give props to that guy. I hope he makes us—the jobless population—proud!

YOUR FEET by Pablo Neruda

When I cannot look at your face
I look at your feet.
Your feet of arched bone,
your hard little feet.
I know that they support you,
and that your sweet weight
rises upon them.
Your waist and your breasts,
the doubled purple
of your nipples,
the sockets of your eyes
that have just flown away,
your wide fruit mouth,
your red tresses,
my little tower.
But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

Jessica Flutie.

I finally got my long-awaited closure.

I woke up at around 8 this morning and I went on reading the latter half of the book–-Perfect Fifths. I finished just before lunch time.

The book’s not as great as the first four but it was a good enough closure.

McCafferty did not disappoint.

Well, she did, sort of.

The book’s just not as thick (or as long? no pun intended) as I would’ve wanted it to be. I’m a fast reader as you may have noticed from the time difference between my last entry and this current one, SO it would’ve made me happier if McCafferty made it as long as the Ramayana. I mean I did obsess a lot over the Jessica Darling series you know [insert Pacquiao's Vitwater commercial. YOU KNOW? VITWATER YOU KNOW. NOW YOU KNOW]. Thanks a lot Mic! you. yes. you.

The Perfect Fifths. The story mainly revolved around Marcus and Jessica and all the issues that came with their on-again-off-again relationship of ten nonconsecutive years.

The two bump into each other at the Newark International Airport three years after Jessica rejected Marcus’ marriage proposal. They catch up on each others’ lives, carefully dodging questions-and-answers involving their romantic past.

In the interests of those who have not yet read the book, and those who do not care for me to spoil the story for them, I shall end my synopsis here. However I should warn you that Barry Manilow does pop up at surprisingly regular intervals throughout the book. But hey, we all know that Darling and Flutie will never be Darling and Flutie without the greatest showman of our time.

For the Jessica Darling series fans, DO read the book. If only to stop the nagging questions that you’ve been incessantly asking about whatever.

On a non–Marcus-Flutie-and-Jessica-Darling-related note, I finally landed a job interview for tomorrow! *stands up and bows*

I finally got my copy of Megan McCafferty’s Perfect Fifths!

MIC, I’M GLOATING HERE. HOPE YOU READ THIS. Hahahahaha

I can’t wait to find out what happens to Flutie and Darling! Please don’t let it disappoint!

Allow me to acquaint you with the little romantic in me.

Know that while I read and listen to every single line, I am sighing and staring out into space with a dreamy look on my face.

My favorite poems by Pablo Neruda:

I DO NOT LOVE YOU EXCEPT BECAUSE I LOVE YOU

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it’s you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.

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IF YOU FORGET ME

I want you to know one thing
You know how this is

If I look at the crystal moon
At the red branch of the slow autumn at my window
If I touch near the fire the impalpable ash Or the wrinkled body of the log
Everything carries me to you
As if everything that exists – aromas, light, metals
Were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me

Well, now
If little by little you stop loving me
I shall stop loving you
Little by little
If suddenly you forget me
Do not look for me
For I shall already have forgotten you

If you think it long and mad the wind of banners that passes through my life
And you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots
Remember
That on that day, at that hour, I shall lift my arms
And my roots will set off to seek another land

But, if each day, each hour, you feel that you are destined for me
With implacable sweetness
If each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me
Ahh my love, ahh my own, in me all that fire is repeated
In me nothing is extinguished or forgotten
My love feeds on your love, beloved
And as long as you live, it will be in your arms without leaving mine

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TONIGHT I CAN WRITE THE SADDEST LINES

reading by Andy Garcia from Il Postino

I’m thinking about taking up a Food Styling course. However, I’m also thinking of buying a new laptop.  The Food Styling course is way more expensive and it’s just for 6 days. BUT I can really do something with it. I can take the course and make an online portfolio and apply for advertising companies and magazines. I don’t want to ask my parents to pay for the course as much as possible. I still have money from my savings… So maybe I’ve already decided. Maybe I’ll just take the food styling course over the laptop. It’s not like I really need it. I can always borrow my sister’s laptop, or just use my cousin’s PC.

It’s just that I can’t bear to part with my hard-SAVED (not earned) money. But it would be nice to expose myself once again to the culinary world.