bored witless

for the first time in a very long time, i have run out of things to do. so now i blog. hah.

i've pretty much finished packing my suitcase. i've put away the necessary things for storage. i've finished reading two stories by f scott fitzgerald. (he's good, by the way.) i've prepared dinner, i've done a bit of laundry, i've arranged for my interview tomorrow.

yes, i have a job interview tomorrow. amazingly enough. talk about buzzer-beaters. my flight was supposed to be yesterday afternoon, at 5pm. interview was originally set for 10am, but has been changed to 2.30pm. and now i'm wondering if i should move my flight to next week, just in case the interview goes well. or i can always just bring all the employment pass documents with me tomorrow, so we can process everything immediately. that's being overly optimistic about it.

getting this job would definitely make my life so much simpler. but i don't want to get ahead of myself again and bank on false hopes. i need to plan my life around the possibility - nay, probability - of not getting this job. otherwise i'd end up even more bored than i am now. and i would be subjected to the family at the same time. heaven forbid.

here's to waiting for miracles to happen. and living in reality.

here we go again...

i definitely have a preference for caucasian men. and i think they also have a preference for me.

case 1. at the gym. i passed by the exercise studio and caucasian male in kickboxing class made eye contact. immediately after, he put more back into his punches. i found it amusing, but didn't stay to watch. went for my shower, and when i got out, i passed by the studio. again, eye contact. this time, he definitely smiled at me. passed by one last time on my way out. final look and smile. too bad i had to go for a lunch appointment. he might have tried to get my number.

case 2. brit visiting for conference. knew him from a year back, but didn't expect to see him again. amazingly, he remembers me. or it could be the name badge. but i definitely looked familiar to him, and he called me by name without looking at the badge. unless he's got really good vision. anyway. i invited him to dinner with friends, who were in the city for the same reason. had quite a good time over the next few days. hung around each other for a bit. i definitely find him cute. and i think he's attracted as well. went clubbing saturday night, and basically i avoided dancing with him. simply because i'm attracted to him. (don't ask.) but he kept throwing looks my way. oh, and he got my number earlier. not that it would have any use, because he's back in london now. *sigh*

i am DEFINITELY into this guy. but again. he's six thousand miles away. the things i get myself into.

why or why not

why i love my profession

1. ?
   
2. ??
3. ???

why i hate my profession

1. most of the famous icons are egomaniacal assholes who don't care a whit about the rest of the world.
2. most of the clients are egomaniacal assholes with too much money and too little taste. and they don't care a whit about the rest of the world.
3. sooner or later, you end up becoming an egomaniacal asshole simply by association. or at least, your moral standards progressively decline.
4. you spend innumerable hours chasing deadlines, whereby at some point everything becomes moot and academic because you have to revise drawings one million times before anything gets built.
5. i have never been comfortable with the work involved. in fact, i suck at it.

why i tolerate the shit involved in my job

1. it involves pretty things. looking at good design is always uplifting.
2. once in a while, you get a chance to do something interesting or exciting.
   
3. it pays the bills and gives me something to do.

i think the conclusion is quite clear. and yet, somehow, i can't seem to let go.

the evils of social networking sites

gaaah.

my ex is on facebook.

him. the self-confessed anti-social of the century. on facebook.

excuse me, satan, but what is the ambient temperature you are experiencing? because i believe hell has frozen over.

i'll admit, i tried to search for him about a week back. i came up with half a dozen people with the same name, but i know they're not him because of 1. the photo, 2. the location / hometown. and i figured he'll never do anything like use a social networking webbie, with ridiculous applications such as vampires and werewolves. (i mean, seriously, come ON! how juvenile can you get???)

and when i wasn't looking, BAM!!!

his name came up on my updates page. one of my grad school classmates is now friends with xxx. i couldn't help myself. i clicked on the link. and sure enough, it was him. (who else could it be? we were all classmates over a year ago.) i have to say, he looks pretty miserable on his photo. hah!

now, the question is - to poke or not to poke? to send message or not to send message?? to add as a friend or not to add??? (oh man, i can just imagine what kind of relationship detail to put. 'you dated in 2006 but it didn't work out and you are ready to kill each other now.' heh.)

it took all (well, almost all) of my self-control not to do any of the above. i'm pretty proud of myself now, i have to say. if he wants to look for me, add me as a friend or whatever, he will. not that it will happen anytime soon. chances are i'll give in before he even has an inkling of how to search out people, much less have any inclination to look me up.

i told myself that i need to preserve my pride this time around. i will pretend i didn't see him on that blasted creation, the bane of my existence. or that i have more important things to do than check my facebook account every other day.

yeah, right.

nothing doing.

as of today, i am officially unemployed. although this is already week four of not going in to work. mind you, i haven't been idle. the days have passed so fast, i actually feel cheated. week one, mom came over. week two, i went to indonesia. week three, dad came over. (don't ask why they had to come separately.) now, week four, i have a conference to attend at the national university. and i have friends coming over (because of the conference). so basically, my days have been quite full, and it should come as no surprise that i haven't figured out the rest of my life yet. or that i have not done as much packing as i should have.

my suitcase is now three-quarters full, and i've only packed maybe half of my belongings. HELP!!!

i'll probably leave a lot of my things at my sister's place, for collection at a later date. but the mere thought of having to PACK them stresses me out. and deciding what to take and what to leave behind. *sigh* oh. and did i tell you that this is the fourth time i'm moving in little over a year??? across three countries and two continents, no less. it doesn't get any easier, i tell you. especially when, each time you leave home, you think it's for the long haul.

here's to living out of suitcases and packing boxes.

daddy short-legs

for lack of a better moniker. he doesn't have long legs. in fact, i've outgrown him ten years ago. though he wouldn't admit it then.

he is in town, and he wants to have a talk about my 'career'. not that there's much left to talk about. he wants me to keep going the difficult - and in my opinion, totally unfulfilling and un-worthwhile - path. too early to quit, you're just starting, etc etc etc. yes yes yes. but you see, the point is not that my career is going too slow for my own liking. my career is not to my own liking. there is a big difference.

no news from the publishers / editors. there goes my last chance. i will have to transplant myself yet again. (third time in little over twelve months, good grief.) i'm sure someone is having a good laugh at my expense. i just wonder who, and why exactly it's funny. i suppose if you draw dotted lines across the world map of where i've been the past 54 weeks, it would look a bit interesting. still a few gaps i'd like to fill. oh okay, my life hasn't been so bad. but i just hate being in a state of limbo and having everyone breathe down my neck about it.

which brings us to the next point. i shall be transplanting myself back home. i suppose i can explore moving to some other multi-cultural global city, but to be honest, i'm quite 'transplanted' out. i thought i could actually start growing roots in my current city, but i guess the universe thought otherwise. can't argue with every other matter in existence, now, can we?

so, to home, and beyond!

(now if only i can stay so positive when i'm around naggy relatives.)

super inday returns

the long-awaited (?) sequel to super inday's story. not that she really had much of a story the first time around. but yes, people. your friendly neighbourhood domestic helper is back. with a vengeance. (you can ask me to stop making references to movies anytime.)

in this chapter of super inday's adventures, she forays into the uncharted waters of... media publications. *shudder* will she survive on half her current pay? will she have to forgo dinners out and saturday night social drinking in exchange for actually having personal time? will she have to *gasp* STOP SHOPPING??? (and just when she started updating her wardrobe, too.)

stay tuned to find out more...

coming up next - the house-cleaning.