I saw this girl yesterday on the way home, I did OT again (one that I am beginning to be sick of), when I saw this pretty girl in the jeep. She was pretty, but she could have been beautiful. She had pretty eyes and nose, but there is something wrong. She was pleasant-looking but her beautiful eyes were too small in contrast to her larger nose. It’s not that her nose was big, it was too big for her eyes.
She had eyes like for the chinita types, but it was too big for her nose (that was very Filipino, a Filipino nose in a nice way). It is funny how we are all made to think of standards, maybe she is beautiful in some cultures. And I blame globalization.
We have talked about beauty in length last weekend, maybe suitable for another post.
OT yesterday, OT the other day, OT pretty much everyday. I am beginning to hate this job. It is tough when you render overtime, and they don’t give you a good score for that. Imagine a call with foreign speakers1, and you are working on something from a Pharmaceutical industry, with eight speakers you need to correctly tag with the right names (five of which were not properly introduced), verifying names of analysts, terminologies and testing terms of almost indiscernible pronunciation. Now that’s tough!
That is my life, of course, it’s not always that bad but it can be very tiresome. Deadlines to meet, re-eds to do, making sense of words, and cutting and splicing text. I am not sure how I wound up with this job.
I realized that I am quite comfortable writing just for the sake of writing, maybe I really have matured from the blogger of five years ago who would bloghop, just for them to pay me a visit. At age 27, I think that’s not that bad. Not one of the people from my blogroll back then, what I’d call the Golden Age of Blogging, is active in the blogsphere anymore.
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