Boot
Love
I
really need to quit smoking already… I have been smoking for almost ten
years now… It’s really a nasty habit that doesn’t just kill me little
by little but most importantly it causes bad breath and that the smell
sticks to my skin (Nothing wrong with the order of words—we just have
different priorities).
But…
How?
I
decided to boot looking for love. Well, it’s already the nineteenth… Not
that I’m giving up on it and I’m back on casual sex. I’m just not to
treat it anymore as if it’s the most important thing to do. It was the
most important thing for the past weeks.
I
would still be open to meeting people but no longer would I classify them as
potential boyfriend or not… I figured I could never really tell in one
meeting. I’m good but I don’t think anyone could really be that good to
know. Love at first sight? Come on! Lust maybe but not love.
I
need to get a job, a real one that is. Well, I don’t really need a job to
survive. I have no bills to pay—my uncle takes care of all the bills in
the house. I do some works for my architect uncle in exchange for some extra
allowance. And my mom and my brother so love me—they send me money every
month. But, I guess I need to grow up… and being a grown up means having a
job on your own…? Or, having a career you work on to achieve something…?
Hmmm…? And I want this…? Uh-huh…
Well,
I am no longer having casual sex… I need subjects to write about. And to
have subjects, I need to be around people much. I simply couldn’t afford
to do bars every week. I live a comfortable life but not that comfortable.
And chatting, most people there are looking for a bedmate rather than their
soul mate—I really don’t believe in soul mate though. So you see I need
a job. I need a job that deals with very liberal people—not to be mistaken
as gay people but not a bad choice either.
The
problem is… I easily get bored. I don’t think I would survive a regular
nine to five job… I can’t do one thing over and over again the whole
day, six times a week. I specially can’t do call centers… that is one
boring job! And I can’t do American accent. Sorry, my orientation is more
of British!
I
need a job that imposes challenge everyday. I need a job that requires me to
think, to pull out fresh ideas each time. I need a job that requires me to
create things, to pull things together, or to improvise.
You
might think I am only eyeing one job: a job at a periodical. Yes, I would
love to work in such for as you could see I love writing—so calling on
editors and publishers…? But, a job in a periodical is not the only job
that offers such challenges… Advertising. I could do advertising… I
think I would be great in advertising, even a lot greater than in a writing
gig. Or… I could do party coordinating. I have a knack on pulling things
together even in the most trying circumstances. Or, why stop at parties, I
could do production—TV, movies… theaters.
Not
that I have something to prove so… not a thing… Well, back in high
school I boot performing for school programs like on foundation day and
worked instead at the back. I am pretty handy on props. Other than that… I
have no experience what so ever… But then this webpage and Ystori.tk are
all me. Plus, I learn things fast. In just few days, I could master anything
that I put myself into and that I’m very hard working and loves taking on
challenges.
I’m
also good with people. I could talk to people. I maybe not that charismatic
but I give out a certain vibe that make people feel they could talk to me.
One thing, I don’t look imposing. Once you see me you immediately know who
is the boss—you. So even if I know exactly what I’m talking about, stood
firm on my words, or that I have the absolute authority, people couldn’t
feel resentment over me. There would be no power struggle—showing whose
boss—with me as people, as I said, immediately assume they are the boss.
And they can’t insist on what they want with me and bitch out because they
think that I am just following orders or that they are afraid to be painted
in bad color to the others who would witness it. If they weren’t able to
help it, they would feel guilty after.
If
only they know…
Hmmm…?
So
anyone, care to hire me?
January
20, 2005/Thursday