Thursday, November 24, 2011

We Love... Zee Avi

I'm a sucker for daunting sound, beautiful lyrics, and a good story. Which is why I'm so much in love with Zee Avi. This girl is amazing with a capital A. Minnie, wish I could watch her concert with you.

Boom-Sha-Clack-Clack

What is this all about?
Settle down, please don't yell or shout
The landlord he lives downstairs
We'll get evicted
Please don't be too loud

You say I'm passive-aggressive
How can I not be?
When you're always talking at me
You say I'm unresponsive 
And here you are
Talking over me

You make me wanna throw this shoe
Right through that concrete wall
Maybe you should pack your things 
If it's that dreadful
Then just leave it all

Don't wanna keep on sharing my bed 
With someone that I have to love less and less
Every time I try to make you smile
You say that I'm being a child
Well I tried my best

You say that I need therapy
Well, my darling, so do you
Don't need for you to tell me
What is wrong in all I say or do

Please don't try to throw this shoe 
Right through that concrete wall
Maybe you should pack your things
If it's that dreadful
Then just leave it all

Listen to that Boom-Sha-Clack-Clack sound and tell me you don't get shudders.

Cheers,
-Bubbalub-

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Here's for dreams, big or small

A reminder
For as long as I remember, I’ve always wanted to be a writer. Except for a brief period in my childhood during which I had the usual children’s dreams - being a teacher, being an astronaut, being a president, being a pilot, etc. – that has always been my dream. The kind of writer I want to be, though, has always been changing. When I was little and I loved reading children books, I wanted to write a children book. As I got older and started to acquaint myself with heavy literatures, I wanted to be a poet. When I got into debating and, in extent, politic, I wanted to be a journalist. For a while, that’s what I want to be, a journalist.

An internship and a job at a newspaper later, I found out that I don’t think I can be a journalist. As I become more realistic, I understand that I don’t have the guts to be a journalist. It’s a serious job that requires a lot of courage and discipline and no, I don’t have enough amount of either quality. I love it still, but I can’t be one and still be happy and content. Then, I tried to work at a lifestyle magazine. I liked it to a certain degree, it is still writing, after all, but no, I won’t be doing it for the rest of my life. I don’t give a crap about the kinds of stuff they are covering.

So for a while, I was not sure what kind of writer I want to be. All I know was that I still wanted to be a writer.

Until yesterday.  (Du du dum)

For those of you familiar with the Inheritance Cycle by Christopher Paolini, the latest installment just came out on November 8. The geek that I am, I rushed to the book store, put a reserve on one, and finished the 850 pages in 4 days in between work and workshops and meetings. I’m so proud of myself.
I hadn’t finished a book in a while, and my attention span has gotten shorter and shorter over the years. I was very much doubtful if I could finish it that quickly. My estimation was a month.

I’m going to restrain my opinion about the book because if I start writing about it, this would end up to be a review of the book and I could go on and on and on.

As disappointing the book is (oops, sorry can’t help it) it brought back this dream I’ve always had. I haven’t read a fantasy book since the last Harry Potter book. It turned out that I had forgotten of this burning passion I had for the fantasy genre. Inheritance brought that back. I was again in love with the idea and now that I’m older and I understand what I want, I finally know that that’s what I want to do. I want to be a novelist and I want to start by writing a fantasy novel.

So for the first time in my life, I am sure of the kind of writer I want to be. I am now starting on this book. I have a pretty firm idea of what it is going to be. I am developing the story as I’m writing this.

It’s amazing the change that this enlightenment brought. I am excited again for the first time in a long time. I want to start writing this. I can’t wait to start doing this. I’m ecstatic.

So, wish me luck.

For Christopher Paolini, thank you. Thank you for reminding me why I love the genre so much. From the bottom of my heart, thank  you. 

Cheers,
-Bubbalub-

Sunday, November 6, 2011

Being disillusioned is not so bad after all

Doesn't really have anything to do with the post, but damn it, I love this picture.

First of all, I apologize for my long absence. The office cut off my wi-fi.

Now back to our heavy heavy conversation.

Idealism is such a heavy word, isn’t it?

Maybe this convo that we’ve been having is not about idealism after all, because it is such a broad word and, let’s face it, it’s been thrown around quite loosely. So maybe, it’s more about being disillusioned. Disillusionment is an inevitable part of growing up, after all.

I guess Minnie is right. Maybe it is not the death of idealism, rather the process of getting more realistic. Which is not such a bad thing. It keeps you grounded. It makes you see thing as is. And thanks, Minnie, for reminding me that I haven't really given up. I still know what I want. I still know where my line is and I still try not to cross it (just know that my line is very far away). 

That being said, I do want to clarify something. I might have come off like I hate my job in the last post. Quite on the contrary, I love my job. I like what I do, I like the people I work with, and I even like my boss. How many people can say that with a straight face, right?

So after a few weeks of careful consideration, I’ve decided not to kick myself for doing this “un-idealistic” job (let’s pretend that “un-idealistic” is a word). I’ve decided to be proud of myself for landing this job and for now, I’m just gonna enjoy it. However, I know for sure that I’m not gonna stay for long if only because I am NOT a corporate girl. I’ve always known that, and now I’m sure of it. But for now, I'm going to enjoy it and stop whining.  

Now let's move on and start whining about other things.

Cheers,
-Bubbalub- 

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Perception


We might have come across this picture a lot of times throughout our lives, whether it is on psychological test or just through a corny e-mail spam.  For those of you who has never seen this picture before, here is a quick guide.  The interpretation of this picture shall begin with the question: "What do you see in this picture?"  Spend a moment to think of the possible answer(s).  Yes, "answers," the plural form.  There are two correct answers to this question: (1) a young woman or (2) an old lady.  This picture challenges our ability to see this very picture from different points of view.  Our perception of something. 

So, what is this leading us to? 

I've been having some debates inside my head recently as the result of the urgency of post-graduation real-life plans that I haven't quite figured out (..well, graduation is only less than two months from now).  I have been thinking about how different my thinking mechanisms from they were, let's say two years ago.  Yes, optimists might choose to call it 'maturity', but the reality doesn't quite point to that positive direction.  I used to be a very confident and positive person in the old days, but now, I've been having identity crisis all the time, and always been intimidated by my overachieving peers (or to be more precise, my thoughts of having overachieving peers).  It did happen that I was pretty lucky to get the opportunity to one of the top 15 universities in the world.  However, I don't think I was that ready to face the possible realities that awaited me. My sense of insecurity has been on its peak since the first day I got here.  I had been so accustomed to being superior to my peers on at least one aspect for almost my entire life and the new situation didn't exactly illustrate that particular situation.  I was a new transfer student, and most students of my class have already have their cliques.  I would have to be proactive to find my place among them, but of course, I expected people to see my superiority and approach me first.  No surprise, it was a BIG FAIL.  People don't have time to do such thing.  They keep moving forward, in a fast, fast pace.  I was stumbling, and trying to catch up with them, but my thoughts wouldn't let me.  The persistent thoughts of living in an environment where people are so much more superior than me always got in a way.  

Being aware that the people in my circle have jobs lining up a year before they graduate with salaries ranging around $70K has absolutely put pressure on me.  I grew up never aiming for high salary but instead a job that I would love.  Though, my ego tells me to prove (I don't even know anymore to whom I'm trying to prove myself to) that I can get to the same level as the $70K workers.  

Everything was so overwhelming. And I literally meant everything.  But I have other option that I could have looked up to.  First of all, I know some people who graduated last year who still haven't got a job.  And it is not the end of the world.  I should still set targets for myself, however I need to learn how to realize my own unique capabilities to and stop comparing myself to others.  

Also, fresh convo that I had yesterday with a friend (or..*cough*crush*cough*) reminds me on how the absence of resilient perception has failed the idealism of many of our people who came back to our country after the long journey of academic exploration and idealism-nurturing experience.  This leads back to our idealism discourse, the one that Bubbalub elaborates on the previous post.  I, in fact, did mention my dead idealism to on my previous post.  However, guess what.  I think I changed my mind.  I would like to revisit the definition of "idealism" again.  I have been living up to my idealist self and I don't think I like the idea of living without it.  But before, thanks to my nationalism&colonialism anthropology class, wherein most of the time I didn't really know what my classmates were talking about, but at least it gives me the idea of revisiting the definition of "idealism."  The Oxford-American dictionary defines idealism as the practice of forming or pursuing ideals, especially unrealistically.  And further, it gives the suggestion to compare this idea with the definition of "realism," an idea that resides on the other end of the spectrum.  "Realism" is defined as the attitude or practice of accepting a situation as it is and being prepared to deal with it accordingly.  Okay one more, on the "pursuing ideals" part of idealism: "Ideal" is defined as "a standard of perception" or "a principle to be aimed at."  In the case where I thought my idealism had died, I was fully aware that I was still holding on tightly to my life principles, and never decided to give them up, although I quit thinking about the extreme plans that I had to pursue my life goal.  The "unrealistically" part might have died along with that thought, but what is realistic and unrealistic anyway?  Who would have guessed that learning about "Holocaust" only requires a minute today?  Yes, I'm talking about Wikipedia.  And I'm talking about comparing to the tedious research that our parents had to go through to find some information about certain things.  It seemed unrealistic back in the day, but guess what, it is beyond realistic for us today.  I might not aim to go to the extreme, seemingly-unrealistic ways to approach my dream anymore.  But of course, I still look forward to my dreams and I think my idealism persists in its other manifestation.  I'm sure Bubbalub thinks the same too.  Yes, she might think that her job that involves editing documents for those rich people would be the last option that she might have chosen to undertake.  But truth is, her dream never fades, and I know it.  She has to deal with the unfavorables at some points, don't we all have to?

Coming back to my point about the dead idealism of the people who went back to our country after sometime abroad, many have failed to shift their perception back.  In the so-called outside world, let's say the United States, opportunities and access are abundant.  Not quite the case in our country though.  What people, or I shall say we, think when we're abroad is that the things that would be easy to implement where we're here.  I'm not in any position to judge their evaporated idealism since I haven't experienced the part of going back and have to face the different circumstances that surround the ways to reach the goal itself.  But if there is one thing that I could pick up from other people's experiences, it is the failure to adjust the thoughts to the situation change.  

I apologize that my writing style gets a little cover letter-ish on this posting.  I've been spending the past week trying to sell myself to companies.  Made me realize that it thins down the layer that separates me from prostitutes.  Not that being a prostitute is necessarily a bad thing. Aaaaand it brings us to another new conversation, so I'm not going there this time.  

xx,
Minnie

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

What was, what is and what ought to be

You'll never succeed in idealizing hard work. Before you can dig mother earth you've got to take off your ideal jacket. The harder a man works, at brute labor, the thinner becomes his idealism, the darker his mind.
D. H. Lawrence 
allegedly one of Banksy's
taken from The Boston Globe


My whole life, my father hasn’t been much of an advice giver. He usually just let me make my mistakes and help me learn from them. (Before I move on, let me take a moment and say this: my dad is the best dad a girl can ask for. I really don’t say this enough.) But I will never forget the one advice he has ever given me. He said, “You can’t be an idealist forever. Of course it’s good to be an idealist, but the world is not ideal. You got to learn to accept that. Otherwise, you’re bound to be disappointed your whole life.”

And my, is he right. The world is a cynical place and being an idealist in the midst of all the capitalism, opportunism and cynicism is hard. So as I grew older I started to become more and more realistic, and as I became more realistic I became more cynical.

Let me paint a picture for you. A couple years ago, I was a high school kid. I was a volunteer at several organizations that provide free educations for kids from poor families. I was in many debate competitions talking about many world issues. At that time, when I discovered new things about child trafficking, nuclear war, genocide or any kind of violation of human rights, I was enraged. I cared. I talked about global warming before it was trendy. And as I was doing all that, I felt like I could really make a difference. One thing at a time. I could really do something and I really wanted to do something.

In college, I found another kind of idealism. I spent college smoking weed, having fun, listening to the best music there is out there, talking about what life is all about. We thought about buying a van and just lived life as a hippie. We didn’t care for money. Money, we didn’t have much, but happiness we had plenty.  I learned to take life easy. I learned to be chill. I learned to just go with the flow. I learned that life is an adventure and you can be anything. Absolutely anything.

Today, I’m a corporate girl. I am working at a law firm editing documents for rich people; documents that will help them get richer at the expense of the working class. My partner, the only other person in my department, and I were talking about that the other day. He said, "What we are working on is the kind of stuff that activists burned." I guess he felt the same thing I feel. Here's the difference, his family is depending on him. He doesn't have a choice. I do.

I don’t even have the courage to be who I really am. I go to church because I have to, never mind that I’m an atheist. Even worse, I no longer care. When I read about corruption, murder, prejudice, violation of human rights, I no longer care. I just shrug. I no longer believe. I no longer believe that I can change the world.

I’ll tell you something, my dad is right. Being an idealist brings about a lot of disappointment. I have been disappointed plenty of time. Here is the thing though. Being this girl, this corporate girl who has become a realist, I disappoint myself. I don't know where I'm going. And right now, I wish I could go back.

So Minnie, I guess this week, at least for us, is the week when idealism dies.

Cheers, 
-Bubbalub-

Friday, September 23, 2011

Crossroads, good times.


First of all, Bubbalub.  Your second last post made me so sad.  Second of all, even worse, mine is nothing more cheerful than yours.  So we would have to accept the fact that our blog feed is going to be a little (yeah right, a little) gloomy these days.  But that's okay, life wouldn't be as interesting without these dynamics, right fellas? (Please just pretend to agree with my last statement even if you don't, I know I know who appreciates the unfortunate/bad things when they actually happen?  Obviously trying to cheer myself up here).

As Bubbalub has mentioned, indeed it's been a while since our last post.  And yes, we're that lazy that no effort was made to retrieve the password for quite a while.  An urge to spit out our stories has been  eating us up this whole time, but yea wonder why we didn't try hard enough to get our password back (and when we finally did, well it took us 3 minutes, if not less).

So a lot of things have happened to me too in the past several months.  I got an internship at a fantastic NGO back home (and for the sake of confidentiality, I'll keep the NGO anonymous), learned so much from it, but it just changed the perfect image of my future goal to work in an NGO setting.  The highly dependent nature on donors completely ruined my ideal view of NGO work.  It disturbed me so much the fact that they had to beg (for the lack of a better term) money to donors for their programs to work effectively.  Not to mention, the complicated requirements the donors lay out before they agree to give some money.  You tell me that my ego gets me, and yes it maybe a part of the reason why it disturbed me but still, it just created this paradox of social work.  And if anything, it conflicted my beliefs.  Anyway, long story short, this brought me back to the business concept that Bubbalub and I have worked on for quite a while.

Way to go on escaping my idealism huh? Well, sorry my friend, but I just have to agree with Madonna that indeed, we're living in the material world.  I am not very patient, either.  So to make my dreams come true I'd have to work my ass off and make my own money.  And of course, I have some student loan that I'll have to start paying back after graduation.  And yess, I'm graduating this December.  I've been freaking out thinking out entering the real life.  My life nowadays is basically filled with six classes, part-time jobs, and endless job hunting. And just to better illustrate my job hunting experience, I've been clicking the "Jobs" or "Career" hyperlink of almost literally every website that I go to, it started with some consulting companies, advertising companies, aaaaand...it goes to Pandora, Urban Outfitters (and it might get to Weather.com too sometime soon I believe).  Yes, it's a little intense, I'm just sayin.

Love life? Well.  I bitched too much already, so I would say it's going fine now.  Not to say that I'm dating anyone still. Ha. But I've been kinda talking to this guy since late June.  We'll see how it goes.  Okay fine, it was a little more complicated than that.  I talked to two different guys during the summer, and it didn't end up very well with one of them.  I'll talk about it later.  Seeing people having more serious relationships at this point of time kinda make me rethink about my commitment issues tho.

Anyhoo, that was a quick recap of my life recently.  When many students in my major have already had jobs lined up for them, I'm still working on making up my mind.  Pressure, pressure!  I usually work really well under pressure, but not sure if I really like this kind of pressure now. Fingers crossed to that! 

xx,
Minnie

Stick Boy, Match Girl and Oyster Boy

Stick Boy and Match Girl in Love

Stick boy liked match girl
He liked her a lot.
He liked her cute figure,
He thought she was hot.


But could a flame ever burn
for a match and a stick?
It did quite literally;
he burned up quick.

The illustrated poem above is one of the poems in Tim Burton's collection, The Melancholy Death of Oyster Boy. You gotta love someone who creates a character called Oyster Boy.