Tuesday, July 28, 2009

Busy being bored out of my mind

I'm taking a break from my labada to write a short blog. For non-Agency people, "labada" means sideline, raket, i.e. "Huy Acheng, let's watch Transformers in Greenbelt later." "I can't 'Ning, may tanggap akong labada e." I need labada because I am poor. My labada is boring. It's about funding water projects.

I actually have no business writing this blog because I need to submit my labada tomorrow. But I have to take this itty-bitty break from writing about water because if I don't, I'm going to stab myself in the heart with the tube of Berocca. So yes, I'm busy but I'm bored. That said, I think it would be apropos to write part 2 of my list of random, useless thoughts since that's really the only thing my busy but bored brain can manage right now. So here goes:
  • I know I said I rarely, if ever, feel envy but right now I'm emerald with jealousy at the people who thought of the Ako Mismo (DDB Group), Yabang Pinoy (Ace Saatchi and Saatchi), and Lola Techie (BBDO) campaigns. Leche sana ako (at Ogilvy) na lang gumawa noon! In fair, we did propose similar campaigns in the past but clients either didn't have the money, the imagination or the smarts to choose Ogilvy. Bitter. Di bale, pag nanalo ako ng lotto, I will create and fund my own self-serving campaigns.
  • My only dream for 2009 is to spend one whole week in some remote beach with no mobile phone and no email. No, Christmas break doesn't count and yes, sex on the beach would be nice too.
  • The older I get, the more confused I am about feelings. It's getting harder and harder to understand which end is up. Or down. It's probably all those processed food.
  • I must get back into the habit of meditation. I'm afraid my kundalini may have already left the building.
  • I wonder which toy company made my orange cows.
  • The table on my left will be empty soon and I will be sad. It comforts me to have a friend I can simply roll my eyes at on occasion.
  • This Berocca is not helping me at all. I'm busy, bored AND sleepy.
  • Drat.

Friday, July 17, 2009

Closure

Sometimes we get caught up in the business of managing words and perceptions that we lose sight of the real stories behind what we do. Yesterday, these stories peered at me from behind metal slats. And as we stared at each other across blinding rain, the stories became faces. And each face broke my heart.

This is the hardest closure I have ever done.