I may have bad mouthed teachers, thrown books, cut class [a lot], and/or failed an exam, but the feel of spending a worry filled life just to have a good shot at fate is something I thirst for right now. Talking to an American day-in and day-out, helping them to fix their technical problem and resisting to yell at them for their stupidity at taking simple instruction isn’t the life I dreamed of. Yes my friends (and acquaintances), I was once a dreamer.

I dreamed of a life wherein I could do what I loved; writing and being creative.

But being a part of a machine that hungers for money wasn’t part of the plan. The laziness in me rot my brain and my soul when I withdrew a class unconsciously, and now because of that momentary lapse (or 2 month lapse rather) I am but a weary traveler taking his own path at redemption.

I plan to go back to school. I still plan to hit the books. I still plan to get back at certain teachers and subjects, but the glass I’m staring at right now is half empty.

A year will still claw itself into me, and the turnouts are far from near. I hope that the eagerness of the student doesn’t die in me.

…’cause if it does. I’d rather die literally.

So there you have it. Everybody from our class had an info overload a while ago during our product specific training. We were taught 16 different softwares to manage our job when we get to the floor and it wasn’t a pretty figure. From simple troubleshooting steps to the member account whatever, everything was complicated, not to mention technical jargon loaded.

Sigh. I hope our wave gets to pass everything like CCT, ’cause man, the new training is one hell of a train wreck.

It’s a major set back from studying at Ateneo, but hey, some things just happen in this world. We make our own path and we venture through it until we swerve to another turn again. That’s life, and that’s what’s happening to me now.

Going back to the idea of me working, last week we had our final days for our Communications and Culture training in my job. It was a real heart stopper especially with the moody and weird trainer we had. It was a 5 day training that tackled pronunciation sessions, proper use of prepositions (which I still have mistakes with), and basic American traits that we need to be oriented with. And of course there were mock calls included, which was the heaviest requirement we needed.

The course required us to achieve at least 85% from our curriculum, and luckily I got 92% which was the highest for the newbies [veterans not included]/ Ha-ha.

Oh well, that was a heap of fun, but I don’t want that training to happen again man. :p

“Twilight,” the hit vampire series by Stephenie Meyer, is precisely that. The books offer nothing more than female escapism complete with a price tag, sleek dust jacket and a complementary bookmark.

The escapism is expressed via the caricaturized romance between Bella, a teenage girl who bears a suspicious resemblance to series’ author, and Edward, a century-old sparkling vampire who can’t decide whether he wants to kiss Bella or eat her.

Though the series is often labeled ‘pornographic,’ the text is surprisingly devoid of explicit sex.

But Twilight’s brand of porn, otherwise known as “girl porn,” does not rely on graphic material to captivate its female audience. Rather, this special type of porn manifests itself in the form of emotional binges, excessive romanticizing and interaction with impossibly perfect male characters.

Girl porn has existed for years in the various forms, from the clever and sophisticated Jane Austen and Charlotte Bronte novels to the less tactful bodice-rippers by garden-variety romance novelists. Both kinds have had their share of success, though neither has claimed the limelight the way “Twilight” has.

It’s gaudy success has aggravated seasoned novelists. “Stephenie Meyer can’t write worth a darn,” Stephen King told USA Weekend this past February. “[Twilight] is exciting and it’s thrilling and it’s not particularly threatening because it’s not overtly sexual.”

Books like Twilight are nothing more than junk food for the female soul masquerading as literature. King is correct in his accusation that Meyer can’t write worth a darn, given the books’ amateur structure.

The series devotes a total of 2,443 pages to sappy prose, abused adjectives, nauseatingly detailed descriptions and sub-par dialogue. References to Edward’s “glorious, heavenly, seraphic” beauty tally at a vomit-inducing 165 in the first book, and only increase as the series progresses.

As a blogger on Twilightsucks.com put it, “Twilight reads as if Meyer had opened a thesaurus, looked up the words ‘sparkle,’ ‘beautiful,’ and ‘breathtaking,’ then proceeded to catalogue every synonym she found.”

Despite being below bird-cage-liner standards, the series has somehow managed to generate an obscene amount of revenue. The Twilight books and movie have earned more than $356 million in profits. That’s not even counting the other three movies, which have yet to be made, or the DVD sales for the first movie, which is scheduled for release later this month.

Sadly, this proves literary skill is not required when marketing to romance-starved women. But to Meyer’s credit, these figures also prove she knows her audience extremely well.

Once mass marketers figure out Meyer’s “Twilight” formula, it’s only a matter of time before entrepreneurs jump on the bandwagon and push fictionalized romance into the uber-mainstream, thereby reaping gross profits by hooking women on emotional binges and ridiculous fantasies.

Romantic escapism is alarmingly addictive, and, as it is with any industry that markets addictive products to needy people, windfall profits will certainly follow at the expense of the consumer.

It is an insult to female sexuality to be marketed to in such a tasteless way. Additionally, such unashamed marketing will have serious repercussions by giving women unrealistic expectations about men, just as regular porn gives men unrealistic expectations about women.

Ladies, if you still want your emotional fix, then read Jane Austen or the Bronte sisters. They had class at the very least, not to mention readable prose, an actual plot, and a more wholesome grip on reality.

from www.lsureveille.com/juxtaposed-notions-twilight-is-cleverly-disguised-porn-for-women-1.1600058

I read the book. Took me about 3 weeks to finish it. It’s a good substitute for a sleeping pill.
The final 3 pages took me around 3 days to finish. Haha. It’s a cheesy-pop pizza with extra cheese.

Ayun ang binabayaran diyan e. Hehe

A tribute to my prior post.

Ha-ha. Not that I’m against every single one of them. To be truthful, I myself smoke. I can’t get through a work break without smoking. It kicks my body up from the sleep deprived state it always has. I love smoking; I don’t plan to stop any time soon.

But it’s a harsh reality that smoking is bad for our health. Smoking is dangerous for our children. Smoking causes cancer. Smoking can lessen someone’s life span at 7 minutes a stick. Smoking kills. It’s the truth, we should accept it. I hate the facts, but shit happens and we have to live with it.

All in all, my entry is not really cohesive but my point is that I am learning a lot of people I know are starting or have already started, or was already there before me in terms of smoking. I like the thought. I have a lot of people to relate to when the chemical effects kick-in, but the fact that we’re driving ourselves to a very very close call with the grim-reaper isn’t a pretty fact. Damn.

Ha-ha. Oh well. Cigarettes up! Bow.

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