I do not like it when people ask me why I write what I write. Or when they ask me why I was in this particular mood at the time i wrote whatever it is i chose to write. or, more ridiculously, why i seemingly choose to be sad.
Who the hell would purposefully choose to be sad?!
I had the distinct privilege to chat with one of my colleagues at The Los Baños Times. At first, I was excited because it's been a long time since I last talked to even one of those guys. And the Times had 40 staff members during the time that I was with them.
It just goes to show that time is a salve. It can help you forget a lot of things about a lot of people.
Just to give you an idea:
in546: Bakit ang lungkot ng mga blog entries mo?
me: alam mo naman ako, morose.
in546: hahaha oo nga. so yan lang ang ginagawa mo ngayon, nagsusulat? joke! alam ko namang yan talaga ang gusto mo e.
me: ...
in546: so, ano nang work mo ngayon?
me: Dito sa Convergys, Alabang. Recruitment/ Comm Coach.
in546: sayang di ka na ulit naging editor. galing mo nun sa times e.ako, eto practicing my craft
me: am i giving you the impression that i give a fuck?
in546: dito ako sa _________. Sa news section. very challenging. buti nga nun, na-train ako sa times e. salamat ha. hehehe
me: jesus h. christ
in546/ clueless: at least nun diba, nasa feature section lang ako. di pa editor. which goes to prove na what you've done in college doesn't prove anything.
me: right you are, sparky.
me: it's good that you're enjoying your job.
in546: yeah. beats local news.
if it wasn't for the so-called local news, asshole, you wouldn't know a comma from a period!
me: i guess
in546: so paano na writing career mo? di mo na ba ipu-pursue?
me: that's what i'm doing.
in546: ah, may stint ka rin ngayon sa newspaper?
me: wala.
me: i have loads to do.nice, erm, talking to you. be seein' ya.
in546: sige. coffee tayo sometime. i'll show you my jacket.
after 43 minutes
:in546 : ah, annette?
The worst thing that you can feel for someone is pity.
And I really, really pity that person. Probably clenched her fists during every staff meeting. With me at the helm, it must've been hell for her.
I wonder, was it the fact that I looked (note the tense) more like a cheerleader than an ed chief that earned her digust? Or was it because she knew that she could never have done a better job had she been the one in my position?
After that conversation, I deleted her from my friends list. It was time to throw out the trash, anyway.
Who the hell would purposefully choose to be sad?!
I had the distinct privilege to chat with one of my colleagues at The Los Baños Times. At first, I was excited because it's been a long time since I last talked to even one of those guys. And the Times had 40 staff members during the time that I was with them.
It just goes to show that time is a salve. It can help you forget a lot of things about a lot of people.
Just to give you an idea:
in546: Bakit ang lungkot ng mga blog entries mo?
me: alam mo naman ako, morose.
in546: hahaha oo nga. so yan lang ang ginagawa mo ngayon, nagsusulat? joke! alam ko namang yan talaga ang gusto mo e.
me: ...
in546: so, ano nang work mo ngayon?
me: Dito sa Convergys, Alabang. Recruitment/ Comm Coach.
in546: sayang di ka na ulit naging editor. galing mo nun sa times e.ako, eto practicing my craft
me: am i giving you the impression that i give a fuck?
in546: dito ako sa _________. Sa news section. very challenging. buti nga nun, na-train ako sa times e. salamat ha. hehehe
me: jesus h. christ
in546/ clueless: at least nun diba, nasa feature section lang ako. di pa editor. which goes to prove na what you've done in college doesn't prove anything.
me: right you are, sparky.
me: it's good that you're enjoying your job.
in546: yeah. beats local news.
if it wasn't for the so-called local news, asshole, you wouldn't know a comma from a period!
me: i guess
in546: so paano na writing career mo? di mo na ba ipu-pursue?
me: that's what i'm doing.
in546: ah, may stint ka rin ngayon sa newspaper?
me: wala.
me: i have loads to do.nice, erm, talking to you. be seein' ya.
in546: sige. coffee tayo sometime. i'll show you my jacket.
after 43 minutes
:in546 : ah, annette?
The worst thing that you can feel for someone is pity.
And I really, really pity that person. Probably clenched her fists during every staff meeting. With me at the helm, it must've been hell for her.
I wonder, was it the fact that I looked (note the tense) more like a cheerleader than an ed chief that earned her digust? Or was it because she knew that she could never have done a better job had she been the one in my position?
After that conversation, I deleted her from my friends list. It was time to throw out the trash, anyway.
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