"Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.” - William Arthur Ward-
I was rummaging through some old photos of mine when I stumbled across this:
It only takes toy sunglasses and a baby life buoy to create a beach atmosphere while remaining in the safety of one's home. Oh, the simple little joys of being a child :)
Ms S: She is the first person I've been introduced to. She asked me what my name was in addition to a few other questions related to my studies and went on saying that she was particularly very busy (which turned out to be the case for still three other days!!) then handed me some company newsletters dating back two years claiming that would give me an idea on the business process. And so I was left dozing off on a chair the wole day, reading paper written in an excruciating shipping jargon and hearing her interminable phone conversations about her baby's health: If he's had enough sleep, how his temperature must be checked every little while, etc.
Mr M: .I've only been once let into his office while I was waiting for the approval form to get signed. He scrutinized my CV and application letter but is actually a rather good-natured person with profuse welcome manners.
Ms B: A former graduate of my (current) school, and to avoid any misapprehensions this statement could've probably given rise to, this woman didn't entertain the slightest "corporatist thought" toward me. Actually, I wasn't allowed to have a bit of a glimpse into what she was doing and so she just sat there scribbling on some paper convulsively while I kept my nose buried in my book; then not before long did she consent to put an end to this unbearably awkward situation and conducted me to another office where I met J, a trainee peparing her master thesis. I was happy I finally found someone to commiserate with as twisted a thought as this may seem.
Mr S.: An accountant, a man with thick glasses and a tobacco smelling moustache -that revolts me!-, and a voluble speaker above all. He makes every topic a favorite and begins his usual digression; giving every issue the locutive proportions of a "personal cause", vehemently defending positions and shifting abruptly from one subject to another that I sometimes have a hard time following his thread of thoughts. He asks me things like if I've ever been to Europe, if I write poems, among other random spur-of-the-moment questions. However, I'd be so balantly ungrateful if I don't owe this man recognition for the little and sole knowledge I came to acquire during all the time I've spent there so far.
I'm hesitating as to what I should add as recommended music for there is a lot I've been listening to lately especially by The Fray, OneRepublic and Coldplay. I'll think I'll just add this beautiful piece by OneRepublic. Please enjoy :)
"Most people deceive themselves with a pair of faiths: they believe in eternal memory (of people, things, deeds, nations) and in redressibility (of deeds, mistakes, sins, wrongs). Both are false faiths. In reality the opposite is true: everything will be forgotten and nothing will be redressed. The task of obtaining redress (by vengeance or by forgiveness) will be taken over by forgetting. No one will redress the wrongs that have been done, but all wrongs will be forgotten."
Kundera-'The Joke'
here I’m feeling bitterly hopeless. Events rarely take the turn we’ve wanted them to take, admittedly! But I no longer can make judgments or see anything objectively. Reality seems to be for me just another idealistic icon, the reflection of an initially flawed view. I’m trying to assemble some shreds of thoughts, to strip away the last remnants of sanity, anything likely to extricate me from this unfortunate trap I'm caught in, but all logic fails me, all my wits have eluded me. I don’t want to convey hostility; I’m only the incarnation of what I fear the most.
I’m a dramatically helpless escapist into thinking I could possibly defy contingencies or deviate from their designated course but I don't know where my obstinacy stems from.
Maybe I tend to wallow in false dreaminess; but could it be that I'm just trying to mitigate my overly realistic nature ? Could it be because I'm precisely aware of this crude unaltered view I hold upon things that try to make them lose some of their seriousness? But there are some things that defy my comprehension, things that go beyond my thinking and whose understanding will continue to elude me whenever I think i've elucidated some of their mystery. I don't know if I hate them because of their outrageously defying nature, but I can't chase this thought of them in the shape of people looking down on me in disdain and making fun of my every move, thus arousing my anger and resentment. why should I be even bothered by them? Are there in any way putting at stake my self-esteem and security or am I the one taking matters to atrophied proportions?. I feel like I'm loaded with questions I can't find the answers to. I could go on and on about these endless hypotheses, formulating them, looking for comforting arguments to support my cause and finally refuting them even with no certain evidence, because evidence is what I'm acutely lacking of now, and unless it is retrieved, all thoughts are misleading and all presumptions are wrong.
PS: I'm sorry! I hate it everytime my posts sound that depressive. I finally found "Stand Clear" the soundtrack from the movie "Speak", I've been looking for it for almost one year now and I just love, love, love the song, found this worth mentioning though :)
It only takes toy sunglasses and a baby life buoy to create a beach atmosphere while remaining in the safety of one's home.
"Most people deceive themselves with a pair of faiths: they believe in eternal memory (of people, things, deeds, nations) and in redressibility (of deeds, mistakes, sins, wrongs). Both are false faiths. In reality the opposite is true: everything will be forgotten and nothing will be redressed. The task of obtaining redress (by vengeance or by forgiveness) will be taken over by forgetting. No one will redress the wrongs that have been done, but all wrongs will be forgotten." 
