The Devil Wears Prada 2 and a whole lot more

The movie is soooo much better than the book! I don’t care if the whole plot was changed in fact it gave meaning to the story! It’s like the producers just bought the rights to the title and the concept of having an overly demanding boss in an extremely fashionable world where being the assistant of that stylish world is the “IT” thing for any girl who’s totally head over heels in love with fashion.  Other than that, there’s no other similarity.  Oh, well aside from the line which everyone tells Andy, “You have the job a million girls would die for.”  That, and nothing more.  Well, at least the movie has a plot.  Miranda has shown tinges of being human and Andy has given dignity to herself.  Everything didn’t go wasted with just a “Fuck yourself” line but a realization that in the end, it’s all about knowing what you want and doing your passion and not being swayed by the influences of others no matter how higher up the ladder they are.  You don’t have to kiss ass just to get yourself to where you want to.  You can go through far better ways than that without losing your dignity.  Your passion may be entirely different from everybody else’s but who cares, it’s your life! Live it the way you want to.  But live it with your dignity and self-respect intact. 

Self-respect.  It has been a favorite word of mine lately.  I’ve been through a lot this monthend.  I’ve been loaded with work and having a counterpart who treats colleagues like slaves doesn’t help in any bit.  Yeah, I reached my breaking point.  No sense in tolerating a person who makes you see yourself like an imbecile.  Despite all the office misdemeanors toward colleagues whom she treats like lower beings, nobody has made a move.  But I mustered the courage with the help of my managers and peers to at least let her realize her wrongdoings.  She may be close to the people at the top but surprisingly, I don’t feel scared at all.  It’s about time she’d be taught her lesson and make her aware of how low she makes other people feel.  I hope she takes it constructively and changes for the better.  Who knows, this may be the time for her good side (Giver her a chance! she may have one no matter how deeply buried it is.) to show. 

On to lighter things, my niece, Ayelle, is so hilarious!

Ayelle: Tita, penge ako pera.

Me: Bakit, aanhin mo ang pera?

Ayelle: (in a paawa effect and serious voice) Kse bibili ako ng pagkain.  Gutom na kse ako wla ako makain.  Pati nga kulangot ko kinakain ko na e.  Dagdagan mo na din pambili ko softdrinks kse yoko ng tubig wlang lasa.

She is so cute!!! I have no idea where she gets those palusot!  I definitely did not teach her anything like that! 

And Yuan is a sucker for pictures already. 

Kids are definitely a breath of fresh air!

Going Nowhere

I’ve been pondering a lot lately on what I would do with my life.  I am turning 27 in a few days and it seems like I don’t have a definite direction – I don’t have plans, no inspirations, not even a clear goal in my mind.  As always, I am walking like a zombie and goes wherever the wind of fate (if there is such a thing) is taking me. 

I’ve been trying hard to go back to my younger years when I have plans clearly laid out in my head.  Back then, I had a really focused mindset that no amount of pressuring from peers not even from a boyfriend could dissuade me from reaching that goal.  A boyfriend gets in the way, I leave him without batting an eyelash.  I know exactly what I want and I am willing the entire universe to conspire and help me reach my goal (ala The Alchemist).

What is the plan? Or should I say “was”?  I could still remember clearly what the plan was.  It all revolved around my career.  Yes, I don’t remember anything like having a love life or a family in my plan, at least not in the early years.  I clearly recall having said to myself that I would only marry in my 30s when I’ve fully accomplished my goals, at which time, my next goal would revolve around my family (pa, ma, sisters and their families), and of course my very own family. 

But somewhere along the way, I lost track.  I came to a point when I don’t even know what I wanted anymore.  I still don’t know what I want now.  All sorts of fears and demons in my head are stopping me from going back in track though I know that rising from the fall should only come from inside of me and not from anybody else.  No amount of pushing from anybody would do because I know very well that the force within myself is the strongest and only force that could rev up my engines and help me regain my momentum in life. 

Still, I need help.