Warped Time Zone

Whenever I have to have a meeting with some client or one of the expats at some God-awful hour in the morning, my body clock pretty much gets shot for the whole week. It sucks, really. Like this afternoon, at around 1pm I was pretty much wasted because for the past 2 days, I had been getting up at 3am.

That's no easy feat too especially when you've just watched "The Exorcism of Emily Rose" and you finally figure out the significance of 3am. Says in the movie that it's a mockery of the salvation hour, 3am, when Christ died on the cross. So it's the witching hour and for the past two days, it hasn't been fun waking to an alarm clock that says 3:00AM on its face.

Anyway, I'm still feeling a bit insecure about my unbranded notebook. I've been looking at other laptops and I wish I had them. But I have to dispel that thought out of my mind so that I can enjoy this purchase. So there.

Possible conspiracy theory in the office. N seems two faced. Pretending to be my ally when she is in fact, one of the assassins in disguise. Earlier on, there was a mancom meeting and big boss told both of us that we were excused already. I packed my stuff and left the conference room and then found out that she had stayed on and I was the only one not attending the freaking mancom. Hmmm. I shall ask my personal seer about that.

Honestly, I might as well be living in the age of the Chinese Dynasties with all these assassination attempts. Don't they have better things to do than climb the corporate ladder that way?

Living in a Wireless World

Hey, guess what? I bought a laptop sort of on impulse today. "Sort of" because I really have been craving for a laptop for the past year to be well... mobile, I guess. The oafs at work won't give me one even if I've been requesting for one since time immemorial. And the royal suck up who's supposed to follow it up with the big bosses keeps on making it a power trip. Crap.

Anyway, bottom line is that I have a notebook now. I got it on 12 months, 0% interest and from what my former boss told me anything with 0% is a good deal. For one thing, you're already using what you bought even if you haven't paid for it yet. For another, res ipsa loquitur. It's zero interest! What else can I say?

I wanted a VAIO or a Fujitsu or a DELL Latitude X1 really but I still can't afford it. Eventually, I'll probably get a laptop of my choice but right now, I'm quite happy to have this one because for one thing, I really think it's going to save me a lot of headaches. Plus, I can get more fresh air working outside.

It's really a clone. And when I was thinking about whether or not to buy it, I spent some time dwelling on the fact that it's not branded. Did I really care what other people would think? Then again, even when I'm sometimes very brand particular, my utilitarian nature shines through and if it gets the work done, then it gets the work done. If it's going to make my life easier, then that's fine with me. And they call me high maintenance, ha!

Right now, it's got everything I need - 60GB, 512MB ram, 12" screen, DVD/CDRW combo drive, 1.8kg, wireless connectivity and it's in a nice little white package. If you weren't looking closely, you might even mistake it for a lifebook.

Still an all, the prospect of making payments on this one is making me feel giddy. I don't know why but it feels as though someone caught me with my hand in the cookie jar. I just hate buying stuff on credit. Feels good while the card is being swiped and you know that you'll go home with your purchase, but then again it feels much better knowing that you wholly own the thing and that you have no other obligations to third parties.

Anyway, I planned to transfer all my files onto it. But I changed my mind. I don't want pieces of me in my hard drive before I let the techies at the office tinker with it to set it up. Like I said before, I'm a sucker for privacy.

Jane Doe Comes to Town

Ahh, the freedom of anonymity. With a place as big as the web, you can hide in any virtual nook and cranny you can find away from the prying eyes of those who know you.

Had a blog before on Friendster but after a couple of entries, it bugged me that every time I shared a little bit of myself, everyone in my list would be notified of it. It just screamed for attention when that was the last thing that I wanted.

I wear a lot of hats, you see. No, I don't have multiple personality disorder, just in case you were wondering but I am someone else for certain groups of people. Sometimes I am someone they look up to. Sometimes I am someone they rely on and they can lean on. Sometimes I am someone who writes poignant essays that they expect the same calibre of writing every time I publish. Sometimes I'm the hotshot lady lawyer that gives advice to the downtrodden and carries their torches for them. Sometimes I'm the older sister that has everything down pat.

Then again, sometimes I'm just weak. And I need a place where I can lay down my armor in the quiet and acknowledge that I'm scared, anxious, uncertain, frustrated and angry. Or give away the fact that cheap thrills sometimes make my day.

In other words, I need sanctuary from the familiar. And here in this virtual city which is neither here nor there, I will try to find it.