Dear nobody in particular,
I arrived at job training today.
Someone send PETA, because we have animals in captivity here.
Monkeys. Lions. Hyenas. Rabbits. Elephants.
We have the entire zoo in job training.
The monkeys are only here to mess around.
The lions are the grouches who don't want to be here.
The hyenas stick to themselves and glare at outsiders.
The rabbits are too timid to do anything about it.
The elephants are big but ultimately thunderously loud.
And we're lucky enough to be under one roof.
For 10 days
and 10 nights.
10 is a nice round number.
/end
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Saturday, August 15, 2009
"The best of us must sometimes eat our words."
Dear nobody in particular,
I got it.
What is "it"? It's not HIV. It's not AIDS. It's not even a lottery ticket.
It's my working visa for my job overseas.
12 months of foreign-ness.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck people around you are saying.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck you just ordered on the menu.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck you're really doing on your job.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck you want to do with your life.
This reminds me of a scenario my brother proposed a few years ago.
He said that I was ignorant of other countries.
He said that someone should stick me in a foreign country where
I don't know how to speak the language
I don't know how to read the languge
I don't know the culture
I don't know anyone else
"Stick me" there? I guess that happened.
But I did that myself.
It reminds me of a quote from a comedy sketch:
"You kill me? No. *I* KILL ME!"
/end
I got it.
What is "it"? It's not HIV. It's not AIDS. It's not even a lottery ticket.
It's my working visa for my job overseas.
12 months of foreign-ness.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck people around you are saying.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck you just ordered on the menu.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck you're really doing on your job.
12 months of not knowing what the fuck you want to do with your life.
This reminds me of a scenario my brother proposed a few years ago.
He said that I was ignorant of other countries.
He said that someone should stick me in a foreign country where
I don't know how to speak the language
I don't know how to read the languge
I don't know the culture
I don't know anyone else
"Stick me" there? I guess that happened.
But I did that myself.
It reminds me of a quote from a comedy sketch:
"You kill me? No. *I* KILL ME!"
/end
Monday, August 10, 2009
"A little sincerity is a dangerous thing, and a great deal of it is absolutely fatal."
Dear nobody in particular,
This blog was written. That's all I have to say, really. It was written.
For whom?
Does it matter?
Before you get all self-absorbed, this blog wasn't written for you.
Hell, it wasn't even written for me.
It was just simply... written.
If you like it, fine. Whatever floats your boat.
If you hate it, nobody really gives a damn, because it wasn't written with you in mind.
It's just written for nobody in particular.
/end
This blog was written. That's all I have to say, really. It was written.
For whom?
Does it matter?
Before you get all self-absorbed, this blog wasn't written for you.
Hell, it wasn't even written for me.
It was just simply... written.
If you like it, fine. Whatever floats your boat.
If you hate it, nobody really gives a damn, because it wasn't written with you in mind.
It's just written for nobody in particular.
/end
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