Monday, July 31, 2006

Snippet 16

(At Monica's 30th birthday party)

Chandler:
Here's the thing: Monica's a little drunk.

Phoebe:
(Elated) Yay! I love drunk Monica!

(Chandler stares, speechless.)

Phoebe:
She's so much more fun than regular Monica!

- Friends

Snippet 15

Older man:
You're not old enough to be a chaperone.

Fran:
You don't have to be old to be a chaperone. You just have to a loser. (Laughs)

- The Nanny

All In a Day's Work (Or Lack Thereof)

JD says he heard somewhere that even when unemployed, one should rise at seven anyway, and tackle one's job search as if it were a full-time job.

My neighbors woke me at seven this morning. They usually do, like clockwork. I did rise, to take a shit. And i blogged. Then i went back to bed.

Fucked up a phone interview at 14:00 today. It's one of those things that could only happen on Seinfeld. At 14:00 sharp, some delivery guy knocked on my door. I answered only because i thought it might be the super coming to examine the leak in my bathroom ceiling again. The guy had a heavy accent and wasn't the most courteous person i'd encountered. Amidst the turmoil, just when he asked to use my phone, my cell rang - the phone interview!

I was braless, scantily clad in my short shorts, totally self-conscious, and already sick with anticipation of the phone interview. Normally i would turn the stranger away, but in all the commotion I just shoved him my home phone, told him to leave it once done cos i had another call, and rushed off to answer my cell.

I generally stink on the phone anyway, but today i've really outdone myself. With the guy speaking loudly in my doorway, I could hardly concentrate on the interviewer's voice. I was mortified. My brain turned to mush.

"I'm calling to find out why this position interests you and why you think you're a good match," opens the interviewer.

I said something to the effect of "sure, go ahead, ask me," and she repeated her question.

Shit, is right.

I heard the guy dial 4 or 5 times, talk to 2 or 3 individuals, trying to clear up matters. It felt like an eternity. At the end he tried to get my attention by yelling, "Miss! Miss! I'm done with your phone now!" And when i couldn't answer, he repeated himself, like, 11 times. What part of "just leave it when you're done" didn't he understand?!!

Just one of those nightmarish incidents you simply can't make up. After it all ended, i noticed he had called at least one out-of-area number. This goes to show: No good deed goes unpunished. Talk about bad judgment on my part!

Knowing that i had blown it, i spent the rest of the afternoon sending out more résumés. All in all i spent a good 5 hours job-hunting today. Not exactly the "full-time job" JD recommends to the unemployed, but it's the closest i've been.

Snippet 14

Bryce:
Wow. I've never seen you like this - unable to get up... unable to do anything.

Emily:
Once you've reneged on your pledge I've shriveled up like a prune - no, a raisin! (Softly) Cuz a raisin is smaller. (Faintly smiles)

+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++

Georgy:
Wait... So Bryce is me... and Emily is you?

Marin:
Maybe. To a writer, real and fictitious characters are intertwined. And besides, this is proof that blatant melodrama, a.k.a. being pathetic, can be funny. (Faintly smiles)

Sunday, July 30, 2006

Revelation 13

I told JD over the weekend that you know you're depressed when you cry to something like Bruce Almighty.

In the film, when God asks brokenhearted Bruce if he wants Grace back, his gut instinct is to say yes, but he thinks for a second and replies, "I want her to be happy. I want her to meet someone who makes her happy, someone who always sees her the way I see her now."

It takes a strong person to say that and really mean it.

Something for me to learn. I think I may graduate soon. Well, someday.

During the night when i'm sleepless, attacked by pangs of angst, I curl up like an earthworm that's been sprinkled with salt. And i think my visceras are gonna implode and collapse, but when that happens i wanna be standing on my feet, so that i may be a hollow shell but still remain defiantly erect.

Depression is very psychosomatic. It's like the body sympathizes with the mind by firing obligatory signals to materialize intangible pains and sufferings. Today i wake up feeling like someone has punched me all over. I'm sure the fact i haven't eaten since Friday afternoon is not helping matters.

But it's true: you just breathe one breath at a time. Cos there's nothing else you can do, but breathe. And breathe you must, for yourself.

Saturday, July 29, 2006

Quote 10

I've watched you... How can you smile... as if your life hasn't capsized?

- The English Patient

Friday, July 28, 2006

And You May Quote Me 2

Last night JD informs me he has made his decision: He's moving to Florida.

It's not easy for me to see him go, even though we agree that our relationship has been tumultuous. He calls it "volcanic".

If our relationship is a volcano, it's going from active to dormant soon. And sooner or later it's gonna be extinct.