Immersion

Every monday I see to it that I become more Filipino than I already am, by watching Misadventures of Maverick and Ariel. Just so you know, it's about two friends setting out into an adventure, around the metro, be it in Quiapo buying clothes from bazaars, or to their own hometowns etc... It's wierd but I admit, I enjoy it and my Monday's are never complete without watching them.

Last night's episode was IMMERSION. They had acquainted themselves with a certain English-speaking man, Geneva, whom they think is being ignored by our society. The funny thing was, Ariel decided they should do some kind of immersion by definition meaning "deep engagement" into something. What they had done was to actually be like one of our famous "taong grasa" and ask people for money or what have you. It is their way to better understand their friend Geneva and to be able to help him out. The thing is, Geneva is not even a "taong grasa", he's just one of those guys that are maybe categorized as "bum". So it was a laugh trip.

As for my piece of reflection on this, I too, saw myself as one of the people on the streets ignoring those that need my help, as what Maverick had stated towards the end of the show. Sometimes we come to think of the "taong grasa" as an eye sore, but really, they need help. Sometimes we think they are in some kind of syndicate and that they are not really poor or whatever. Nevertheless, give.

As for Geneva, it was a good thing the duo had tried to understand him in more ways than one. I admire Ariel for being such a friend. And what is a friend? Someone who'll be there for you no matter what.

I'd like to be immersed in the same way. I'd like to understand the world in which these "taong grasas" live and yeah, to help them. All I can say is that there is always that Mother Teresa in us somehow.

Sunset @ 14th

First of all, the PC clock is US time, but right now, it's a few minutes after 6...

WHITE: The last time I saw the sunset was a couple of months ago when I wasn't doing graveyard shifts at work. Today, I see it again. In a couple of minutes, eveything would be dark, dull, lifeless. From where I stand, it seems I'm so distant from the headlights that are inches away from each other, and the notorious red and green lights that either build or ease tension. Or maybe, It's not lifeless at all. From where I stand, I am face to face with the other 14th floors around me, wondering if someone is also peeking through.

YELLOW: Tauf's already out. He helped me with a minor problem here at my blog today. After chatting with him for a few minutes, the laughter is gone and I will constantly be searching for interesting people to talk to…I check my agent stats for the 7th time since I got here, and still, no calls…

ORANGE: I am cold. With every move I make makes me wanna reach one of the mugs at the pantry and reward myself with the warmth of tea. As I type every word and gaze at the monitor and sideways to Jona at my left, I feel like grabbing her brown, anti-cold shawl. But then again, I can't.

VIOLET: Ismah's getting ready to go home, or better yet, to go shopping? Or party perhaps. and I will be stuck here for the next 2 and a half hours, wondering when the torment will end. My fingers are getting blue I think…maybe not…but my toes are…

DARK BLUE: Charlotte’s typing really fast. Is she excited? All I know is that she was excited to come to work because of the Donuts Gonuts craze that’s happening for sometime now. I remember I bought a banana cake for dinner at Bingo and of course, my ever reliable Gatorade that would surely quench my thirst and dry throat since I haven’t been talking…

Now, it's almost 7 and everything's dark outside. From where I am sitting, I could only see the minute lights from other buildings...I wonder when I will be seeing the sunset again.

Boredom City

Well, I am here in my office wondering if the boredom will ever end. Honestly, I like my job, first of all the pay is good, second of all, I do what i like doing best, which is communicating. Yep, not just talking, and talking non-sense, but actually making sense out of everything. Here comes a call and you extend to offer help, "My name is Iris, how can I help you today?" and assume a sale, "Are you calling to order the... and will you be using a Visa or a Mastercard?" Of course, most calls end up in Customer Service or customers do not buy at all. so here comes your sales skills.

But, the heck? This is not what I wanted to write about today. That's just an intro. Since my shift today is like in the wee hours of the morning in the US, there are no calls. So practically, I just let my ass get bigger here and still get paid. So, crazy as I am, I rummaged through Google to get a hold of a really good, and I mean good German poem. I have been doing this for the past couple of days and along side with that, YM.
While I figured what the poem means, offline messages came in and well, really interesting ones got my attenshun! But I am at no liberty to share it with you. It’s between me and my humble green side. Then, my Sup tapped me and said, “No YM’s on the floor…” huhuhu…

Two things. I finally was able to find a way to amuse myself. And so now, I'm suffering in Boredom City again. Nevertheless, I'm accopanied with a really quixotic poem here... Oh...

That’s it.

Der See

i recently read a poem that describes perfectly how i feel at the moment. It is from the Sulamith by Frothjof Schuon and it's called Der See. This is a German piece.

It talks about a person so true that is being compared to nature at its best. that anything and everything of him is mezmerizing, like his smile that makes you reach the other side of the mountains, because the mountains could never hinder it from you. can you imagine how vast a lake can be, though it may seem small compared to the ocean, it is flowing... and like love that may seem to ever end...

some lines: Thou, whom i love, art the wide lake, to those shore i descended early, when its waves swayed in the morning, and snow shone from the distant mountains. Thou art the lake, when the morning rains on white mountains, and the gentle way of the wind of thy surface touches, and wondrously moves silver circles in play;... thou art the lake and art wide, a blessed surface, so wide and deep like eternity.

whatever. this is how i reallyfeel at the moment. i am inlove and what does someone who is inlove be contemplating on but the sensitivities of anything that surrounds her, listening with the ear of her heart.