Runway

So yesterday I came back to the staff house quite late as we spent about an hour past usual dismissal time to discuss some urgent matters about the operations. After I had my dinner I discovered that there's free wifi in the mess hall of the staff house, to my utter pleasure. My wireless broadband is so inferiorly sucky and I tend to have a hard time opening pages with it and so discovering that there's free wifi access in the staff house was mana from heaven, indeed. I don't watch much TV and my only means of entertainment revolve around the internet or fun books to read. Charming, no? I'm presently reading The Devil Wears Prada and am enjoying it immensely albeit only when I have some idle time time to spare and I'm not using my laptop (which consumes most of my time, here, now, before and always). I have yet to decide whether I love or Hate Miranda Priestly. As for TV, the only program that I tune in to is Survivor Philippines: Palau, which incidentally aired its finale last night and I was so unfortunately not able to watch it (the sole TV set in the staff house was understandably being used by the other occupants. I was busy with my laptop too so I guess that's fine.). I am not aware anymore of the dynamics and politics of the game but am pleased to know that Amanda won. Actually, I would be fine about Justine or Jef winning it too, coz the only person I am totally against in that game is Tara (everyone seems to find her annoying actually). Amanda just stuck to me since the game started because she seemed nice and strong-willed. But from what I read in the online forums and on official blog page of Survivor Philippines, the last part of the game was kinda dirty and low. Should I care? Oh yes, because it's fun. And now there is this hype about tomorrow's fight between Pacquiao and Cotto and honestly I couldn't care less. But it doesn't bother me because we don't have the weekends off here, so it would just be another day here at work, so routine, almost oblivious (just me I guess) to the national event declared everytime Pacquiao wears his gloves to punch someone that guarantees to make him pocket tons and tons of money. Jealous. If only accumulating money can be as convenient for everyone. There are a million ways to earn but the hardness of the work varies and is relative. As we all know already (if you don't, you should!), nothing is fair in this world anymore, but somehow you have the option to decide which course your life is going to take. So while your job may seem hard to others but you are thoroughly enjoying your work, then all is well with the world (but believe me, I'm just saying that because all is both well and not well with the world. It's simply impossible to go one direction and make things stay that way). The very first thing we have to realize as far as career is to accept wholeheartedly that we're going to do the damn thing for years and years and so we have to love it. That's passion, something that I must have. Anyway, of no consequence to the grand scheme of things, I had a rather unusual dream last night and I can't remember the details of the earlier parts of it but the part before I woke up stuck to me in an almost vivid detail. I dreamt that I was in the mall (after having traveled or something) which was suddenly converted to a runway show and I was throw into the mix of runway-ready models in their glorious golden brown regalia. I found myself wearing something from the same collection although it was unclear how that happened (why am I still surprised?). And guess what, I was Sean O'pry! Freakin' Sean O'pry. I even saw Christy Turlington there looking gorgeous as always and didn't appear to have aged a day since forever, although it was weird that she was in the mix. The runway was like a maze in the mall with curtains in the center which acted as the backstage and we were told to walk one time on the left side, which was a cycle and then again at the right side, another cycle before we changed outfit. I was criticized for my "wrong" walk, but it was really just me craning my neck and inspecting the surroundings and the audience and not really because there was something unforgivably anomalous about the walk I did. When I got back to the backstage area, I saw a handful of male models sitting and looking uninterested to go out with their next outfit while I was looking around for the outfit that I'm supposed to wear. Strangely, my real-life mentor was sitting there with a box that contains a bundle of clothes and he told me to wear it on my next walk. It was bluish-gray and almost Moroccan, which was different from the collection earlier. Without hesitation (and silently amazed by my unsolicited boldness) I stripped everything off (with everyone looking coolly nonchalant) and got into the new clothes. I just struggled to transfer the contents of the pockets of the old pants into the new one. Anyway I finished the whole round of walk again and then there was an announcement on the big screen that the best and featured model on the show was Sean O'pry and with that, I made him (me) rise to fame. And of course with the dream's riculous unrealness (or surrealness), I woke up and it was 6am. WTF. Another routine day. But hey, I have free wifi at the rig and at the staff house so I'm not complaining. I just want to sleep in my black and white room. That's all.

Rotten Egg

It's a Friday the 13th and ordinarily people consider this an unlucky day. Even my damn horoscope on TV earlier said that it's not gonna be a good day for me to be influenced by my emotions as I would be susceptible to unnecessary (and groundless) panic and worries. But so far, so good, as this day has been quite uneventful, save for the fact that I am sitting here in the mud office, swathed in an atmosphere of rotten eggy goodness and looking at my pretties that are actually unpretty. Shit monsters, as I call them coz they look like that. Totally uninspiring, although actually I have to find inspiration from them to keep me going...well no need to elaborate on details but I'm talking about rock samples, of course. It's my fucking job. While that sounds ungrateful, believe me it is really something that I'm thankful for. It gives me a crude idea of my cosmic purpose and am somehow enjoying it, honestly. No sarcasm, I swear. And fuck my life! It's a dangerous world out there! Cranes are doing their thing and flying chains about and gargantuan pipes are being lifted everywhere and so in the meantime I have to glue my butt on this chair and try to make even more sense of these unpretty babies that I have to look at. How is that for charming life? I wish I have a cup of tea that I can savour while I'm doing my absolutely cool job, but earlier in the day when I was having my dose of caffeine, a damn insect decided to end its life in my mug of deliciously prepared (and oozing with self-love, as usual) coffee. Dude, that's so inconsiderate. But hey, I'm still alive and...you're not. Sorry. Blegh. Ok, so what the fuck am I supposed to do now? I have to write a report about this day's semi-eventfulness. I'm actually supposed to not be doing anything today because new samples would arrive after the whole process is finished...and I'm still waiting on that and that means another two days of idleness, possibly. I'm new to this whole thing but I'm glad that I'm catching on, so well done me, I guess. In the meantime, however there's still some things that I need to do, which is only coming from the 'diligent' (as my fortune cookie told me today, skill comes from diligence, so yay) side of me (oh, I have that?) and not because I'm obliged to do it. I'm just corroborating the data that I already have and even supplementing some of which that we lack, so yeah. That's pretty much it. Besides that, I have nothing else in mind but to do a bit of research about the things that I'm still not familiar with, which is almost like...all of them...fuck. Oh but I have to chat a bit with my friends just so I maintain my current level of sanity which is already at a dangerous low as it is. Ha, there's a lot of things ahead of me and I miss home. I want to sleep in my new room FFS. But I'm not really complaining because I know that this is bound to happen. I am new to this whole thing and it's just that I have no one else with whom to relate this whirlwind of events who can fully understand my plight. I need a contemporary, same newbie to learn with! Blegh. I hope everything changes for the better after five months though. And I mean in the general aspect of my life. While a very huge part of me has died...I still have to move on and fulfill my plans and maybe start something new but I can't tell for now. I have to rebuild and realize a new mission or go on with the mission that stopped. Maybe it will make things better too. I am very confused for now but a moment of clarity may come soon enough and I just have to embrace it when it does. Yeah. The devil wears Prada and all is well with the world. Ahn-dre-ah?!