There’s this little boy who already has somebody but still goes for somebody he barely has chance with. Talk about getting free milk and not liking it one bit… aside from the fact that it is free.
One girl doesn’t know the difference between someone who’s courting and someone who’s just plain friendly.
I pity this certain girl who decides to turn her back on the obvious. I mean, what’s wrong??! Can’t you feel it? You’re being played ever since day one. You are the free milk… I don’t wanna be your cow.
I pity this couple who got engaged three months after this girl broke up with his guy. Imagine the ex not being able to do that. Total Ego-Killer (pun totally not intended). Now imagine the rebound boy introducing this girl to everyone as her fiancee and flashing their rings to everyone who happens to notice. Okay, you’re engaged… so what?!
There’s also this little boy who probably got his brain 5 years earlier than he even developed his arms and legs. Now he’s the one guilty of the deed and loves every single thing about it… or so we know. Now that’s singlehood wasted.
There’s this saying that goes:
“Bato-bato sa langit, tamaan wag magalit…”
To hell if I would.
Yeah… and the only calls I’ve answered ever since I started working were those not from my home phone.
I’m an official yuppie… minus the normal working hours of 8 to 5. My body clock has managed to be as flexible as it can… waking at hours when a normal schoolkid would’ve already been inside the classroom… and sleeping at witching hours.
I’m slowly losing track of my social life outside the workplace… I text less than the usual even if I’ve got more load now than when I was just studying. Friendster peeps would be sending messages asking what’s up with me now… and I only manage to throw back a line or two, lucky are those who receive more than 3 sentences from me. The only people I get to talk to over the phone would be those faceless caucasians that would sometimes even make you feel like you’re just an automated voice prompt that knows nothing but the numbers 0 to 9.
People say I’m losing weight. Stress takes it toll. It’s normal when you work… it’s when you work 24/7 in a place that really requires physical strength and stuff that you should expect more than losing weight… I’d die with “stress” written all over my sorry ass.
I have caffeine running all over my body… let alone have coffee running through my bloodstream and be pumped from my heart. I have chicken scattered in the deep recesses of my digestive system… soon I’ll be growing wings and feathers with all the poultry that’ve decided to sacrifice themselves to me and be my 8pm lunch. I’ll acquire lung cancer probably sooner than I expect… and I feel sorry for the people who clean out the sidewalks of those butts that me and my fellow human chimneys nonchalantly throw after consuming the supposedly “dangerous-for-your-health” smoke given off by these small sticks.
Insurance companies would soon include call center agents in their black list due to the risk of having your throat cut or your neck shot in the middle of the night inside a taxi… and lose your money in the process.
Yup, I’m an official yuppie.
…but I’m not complaining.
Whew.
It has been quite a while now since I last blogged. I’ve been losing my prospective readers ever since I started doing the lean shift. Haha. My teammates are okay: our TL is really nice, not the bossy type. L2 Anjh is cool, just like everybody else. There’re are a few okay people (I’d be too mean if I label them weirdos. I’ve nothing against this shift. We get less calls since it’s like 3AM in the morning there in the states. Only neurotic, obsessive-compulsive, insomniac, caffeine-shocked people would think of calling us just because their computer doesn’t work in the wee hours of the morning. The only thing I don’t like about it is going home. Imagine this: you’re on an ordinary bus with almost everyone beside you smelling like they’ve been to a swimming pool that uses beer instead of water… some of them made it look like marijuanna is now legal in the country, only after 12AM though.
So what has happened to me during the past month?
- I got my first pay. (Yay.)
- I got my really kewl ID tag. (But I still haven’t got my ID.)
- I learned to speak Cebuano. (And cuss some.)
- I got to drink on a condo rooftop somewhere along EDSA with those nice Cebuanos.
- I slept inside a condo unit. (On the floor.)
- I learned that this untitled song that has been running through my head for quite a decade now is actually Dishwalla’s Counting Blue Cars (Tell me am I very far?)
- I reformatted my computer just because I felt OC about it.
- I got my second pay. (Woohoo.)
- I met someone that made me think twice about my past. (Maybe fate spelled it wrong?)
- I had dinner with my ex-trainer and some of her trainer friends on this really cool place in Libis. (And the bill was only around PhP600++ for everyone!)
- I knew what FF & FB stands for. (Thanks to the Cebu wave.)
- I had this staring mate on the 16th floor during training at CC2. (Ego got a sale!!!!)
- I might soon grow wings and feathers from all the chicken I’ve been consuming for the past couple of weeks.
- I found out that my ex’s boylet works on the same floor, and on the same program. Top that.
More to come in the next entries, I need to shower now and go to work.
…and everything’s like clockwork. Haha.
Thoughts