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{September 12, 2010}   Odds and Ends

Friday 6pm.

I’m all dressed up with my hair straightly loose rather than the usual super-tight-in-a-ponytail look. I put on that red shoe thinking if I can’t impress Mr. Fahrenheit with that “I’m pretty good with numbers” favorite line maybe that favorite thing can do a little trick.A feel-good-music entitled I gotta feeling by BEP keep playing in the background. I feel confident. I have a date!

5;55 It seems like I was walking around against a backdrop full of rainbows and dollar signs.

5:56 – 6:04 I met Mr. Fahrenheit. We firmly shook hands. He said I said then it’s a huge mess. But I still managed to shook his hand. Bid goodbye. Smile awkwardly. [walked out]

6:05 I found myself on an empty street on a boulevard of broken dreams. Literally and emotionally! (as green day very well put it in a song).

Damn! This must be my lucky day. I very well dressed up to show for an appointment to say, “No, I’m a Filipino. And I guessed that’s what I realized before I came in (in a friendly voice). Before you asked me to come in! (I-want-to-shout-but-I-can’t voice!!). And I guess I put it in CAPITAL BOLD LETTERS for your eyes to see, times four BIGGER than my contact details’ font size.You didn’t notice?  Okay. Thanks. Bye!

I admit it. It was beyond disappointing. I know this is part of the job-hunting process and it’s been normal and it’s not even a big deal and you always have to expect the worst, but that’s not the point. My point is, okay I got it, you overlooked it and it’s fine by me. But for the love of god maybe there’s still one in one million ways to say it to me without acting like you are insulting me and accusing me like I was the one insulting someone here. It’s not only disrespecting…it’s also rude!

Oh did I mention that no shoes allowed inside? That part of the dramatic exit was me asking this girl “ Can I get my shoes?” and she never minds? That I pulled into that closet and all eyes on me while I was wearing my shoes back and walked out? Shame.

Nobody told me to keep my hopes up. I just did!

And yeah. Shit happens!!!

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{September 7, 2010}   Maybe…Just Maybe….

Maybe either of them can’t find the right words to explain it nor for some strange reasons, do they want to talk about it.

Who knows?  Nobody asked. Nobody told.



Can we pretend that the above words/phrase didn’t remind you of a title of a movie or an overuse word for a relationship status? ^^

I signed up for an online creative writing as part of my “level-up” thing. Final stage of the application process is to write an article for a particular topic. Luckily, the topic given to me was the pretty little thing called dating! (Luckily is an overrated word) But never mind about dating, this is the final stage so I think I’m almost there like up in the air!

Going back, I have to write a 500-word article about the topic making the keyword (dating) appears on the article at least five times.Okay, since I’m only an applicant and I want it so bad. No.questions.asked.

[dating,500 words, keywords 5 times]

Dating, dating, dating, dating, dating, and….errr, it’s complicated! (10x)



{September 4, 2010}   Because of You

Diamonds are not the only things that last forever. Save yourself from shame for writing things you’ll regret after. Or better yet, try not to write directly online when you’re about to burst in full-blown tantrum.

I wonder what sort of words would come out if I write straight to this page instead of my draft-edit-proofread-cut-edit-draft routine. Also because, I had a pretty little argument with my sister just a few minutes ago. And it starts and ends with Kelly Clarkson’s because of you music video. She was like I-don’t-get-it-I-need-your-opinion-suggestion-or-reaction-to-agree-with-me. While I was on the if-you’re-so-bound-and-determined-to-know-then-go-ask-the-director-himself. But what got me so riled up is not because of the fact that she was raising voice when things didn’t go her way but so much of the fact that we’re so alike that I ended up pointing that my opinions are right too. The weird thing is that, we’re too old to argue on such things but we always do. And it bothers me.Yes, my sister and I still drive each other insane. My sister and I still love each other to death.

Because of you…………



{September 3, 2010}   Hello world!

Oh hi.

Finally, after almost one and a half hour waiting for this whole darn thing to upload I’m starting on my first ever post. Too bad, its past midnight and I’m so sleepy.And it seemed like, the first 34 words don’t make sense at all. Not even a little tiny bit of a one. Hope I can start blogging tomorrow, decently. Goodnight everything!!



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