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Cosmopolitan people called and I'm confused (ok, maybe sad, a bit.)
How ironic is it, that I just blabbed about how horrible my current job is in the last post, and now (just one post further), I might be leaving it.
I applied for a writer job in Cosmopolitan magazine, which, has become my dream job since I laid my hands on Cosmo Girl ages ago. I was called for an interview (two interviews) and passed that, I took their exam.
A month passed, I heard nothing. So I took the TV job. I hated the job so much cos I feel that it doesn't suit my personality and I'm underpaid (for detailed explanation, of course, see last post). And there was the time in a day I'm sitting in front of my computer at work, wishing so hard that I was working for a magazine instead. So I could use words like "pamper" , "enchanted" , "blowjob"
I'm still going to talk to the General Manager on Wednesday. I told the METRO people that I'll be going to the bank (I lost my ATM card recently) because I don't want to hurt their feelings by saying that I'm trying out for another job. I'm just too sensitive for those stuff, even if those people might not care if I leave.
What will a girl do when Cosmopolitan offers her a chance to become part of them? We all watch Devil Wears Prada, right? I did watch Devil Wears Prada and I dreamed so hard that one day I'd become Miranda Priesley, no matter how evil she is. We're women, you know.
But what's the impression you get when you work as a TV journalist? And what's the impression you get if you work for Cosmopolitan? I wouldn't elaborate. It's too soon, I guess, cos I'm less than clueless.
My dad obviously wants me to stay in Cosmo. He thinks that METRO would teach me a lot of things, that I'd become more intellectual (COSMO would do the same, he said, but in a different way)
I guess we'll see what happens on Wednesday. God'll help me.
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| it's a resurrection. Or a reincarnation. Anyway.
i'm going to do this all over again.
it's a brand new life, so a brand new blog * i missed writing this *sigh* and i dunno where elsy is.
i'm employed (drumroll. . . )
i am actually a TV jounalist. i completely don't have the personality of a journalist, but heck, i am one.
and guess what, i work for Metro TV. which is Indonesian's CNN.
O-G. whatever happened to my Cosmopolitan dream? I didn't get it. I got this job only and it's making me sick, literally.
I haven't been loving it, if you ask me. All I do is phone the Associated Press people, ask *how many people are dead*, or *why the bridge collapsed*, or *what's happening to the hostages** stuff like that. And I'd sit on my computer, write the story, and get it on air before 5:30 pm.
Thing is, you know, news happens 24/7. I don't. I haven't been having a proper life, and I'm starting to feel that my friends are scooting me out of their lives. They've been meeting without me and now I am way left behind. Because of my constant absences, I don't matter as much anymore. It's not their fault, really, and it's not mine either, but it's just the consequences of having this damn job, and I am not liking it.
I see the women in the office, they're alone ~ friends-less, love-life-less. (my boss is an unmarried 40-something, which is, as you might have guessed by now, throw all her virginity crankiness at other people), and I DON'T WANT THAT TO HAPPEN TO ME ** no freakin' way.
Even the news room itself. No matter how it looks so hectic (people
screaming, "WHERE'S THE FOOTAGE?" "WHAT? YOU GOT BEATEN UP BY THE
VILLAGERS THERE? RUN! BUT GET SOME VIDEO FIRST BEFORE YOU RUN!") it's
so cold in the inside. It's not that TV people are unfriendly, but
they're just ignorant. Ignorance came as they were shaped inside the
office day-by-day. I don't want to be ignorant.
But the bad news is, I could feel ignorance and crankiness are creeping slowly inside me. It's like I'm losing my soul piece by piece. I couldn't remember when was the last time I let out a big, genuine laughter (or a smile, for that matter). I am becoming one of them. I don't like it.
Other people wake up in the morning to a sweet pancake and gentle morning kisses. I, on the other hand, wake up to the fact that people are being killed in Afganistan while natural disasters are taking lives mercilessly, over and over again.
p.s Elsy, I am back <3
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Ocean's Thirteen. Opens today. I'm off for 1 pm show. Yoohooo!
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I am going back to Indonesia next week. It turned out that my visa expired (against my awareness_) and I'm so deported.
Last night I watched this movie:
It's "Ang Pagdadalaga ni Maximo Oliveros" (The Blossoming of Maximo Oliveros) it's so good, it's so not cheesy like most asian films, and the story is so. . . shocking. You see, Maximo Oliveros (MAXIE) is gay. Yet, his dad and two brothers (who are just so manly) support his sexuality in such a touching way I almost peed on my pants. Anyway, Maxie fell in love with this hot policeman (who 'd turn out arresting his brother and killing his dad).
It's SO SO SO GOOD!!! I 'm so buying the DVD and bring it with me to Indonesia.
But. Because I watched this movie, I get sad that I'm leaving. These last couple of days, I don't mind the thought of that I'm leaving this country for good. It's like this movie tells me stuff that I'd miss once I go home. Hey, Philippines might has something wrong with every aspect of it, but it's got something to offer. Like this movie.
Anyway. I'm sad.
My flight is on the 15th. I'll be arriving in Jakarta [with diploma] on the 16th. Mommy said we're going to Jogja.
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| I got the new COSMOPOLITAN! o.god. seriously, because of who's on the cover, it's been a war out there just to get a copy. and I found last one in 7/11 magazine rack. I rule!
anyway. I realized why I've been so irritated lately. I am bored. I don't even know what I'm doing here anymore. I so want to go home. But I can't cos papers are not yet processed.
I went to video store awhile ago. (life has been nothing but blogging, movies, novels, chips, and coffee) and I saw a woman borrowing like a tower of movies. At least I'm not the only person in this town with nothing to do. Ha ha. It's summer around here, dude, people just get lazy.
I mean, just for the last 3 days, I've watched (in chronological order):
1. Freedom Writers (highly recommended)
2. Catch & Release (a must see!)
3. Wedding Planner (you know,)
4. MILAN (huaha, piolo's fan only)
5. Kissing Jessica Stein (i heart this movie with all that i have)
6. MATCH POINT (woody allen's work, duh.)
7. Man About Town (the DVD refused to play in my laptop)
Those I just borrowed awhile ago (tonight's agenda):
1. JFK
2. Ocean's Eleven (like, my 15th time)
3. Ocean's Twelve (more like, prepping for Ocean's 13)
I'm excited for Ocean's 13. I've read the reviews and it wasn't bad. I mean hey, you've got George Clooney and Brad Pitt in one movie, you can't expect a quality, educating film. Those Ocean's movies are there simply to entertain, make your lives brighter. That's all. Even the critics agree with me on this. That's why even though Ocean's Twelve sucked, they still give a good review.
The downloading is still 36.4%. Ugh.
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| anybody watched The Sopranos? i need a genuine review.
people have been slapping me hard because they said it's the best TV drama ever.
anyway. i gotta get my hair straightened. cos my hair already appears like a Harry Potter's thunderbolt-sapu ijuk look-alike. my mom said i should just do it in jakarta. but i can't bear to wait that long.
o-g. lookie.
O GODDDDDDDDDDDDD. seriously.
screw Andrie.
screw Timothy Joseph.
screw Prince William.
screw Brad Pitt.
I got piolo.
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