Kitty Litter
Tuesday, January 18, 2005
Whimsical
If the photo above amused you, then this entry is for you. ^_^
One of the joys of having a new computer is the new software that goes with it. As I type this on Word, for example, I am playing with the Word Assistant—sort of—that goes with it. I naturally chose the cat. (Was there any doubt? ^_^) It amuses me, and makes me feel that I have company as I (I got this from Marjorie Evasco) “…tread the lonely, luminous path of words.” God, I love poets and their unexpected turns of phrase.
I also enjoy games like Text Twist and Bookworm (Aside: If anyone has a licensed copy of Bejeweled 1 and 2 and Bounce Out, let’s talk. Please. I will offer you a cat’s ransom in siopao for a copy.) I like driving past the wide open areas next to the College of Fine Arts in UP at night to see the fireflies, and I am gathering up the nerve (and the firepower, just in case) to fulfill my little fantasy of lying down in a field surrounded by fireflies. Chalk it up to my being a born city rat.
I am secretly amused by silly songs, and though I would never say it out loud, I think that the Masculados and the Sexbomb Girls are fair tradeoffs for one another. I like clicking on random blog links. I like getting happy messages on the phone from friends I think of but rarely get in touch with. I like finding hundred-peso bills I’ve tucked into books and forgotten. I like being told by Polar Bearball to pay for the drinks when we go out, because that way, I don’t spend too much, yet I can still pretend that I’m contributing my share to dinner.
I keep a bubble blower handy, and I have several marks on my hands from when the cats got a bit overeager whenever I tease and play with them. I like big, ugly dogs, the kind that are so ugly, they’re cute. I like finding things on sale. I like sitting down to a hot, cheap breakfast I cooked. I like being hugged, and I like seeing my Polar Bearball, even on the worst of days. I like getting intelligent answers from my students. I like the feeling I get when my room is clean, the dishes are done, the cats are fed, and the people around me are happy.
I think it’s when we lose our appreciation for such small things that we begin to lose our humanity. When you become so jaded that only a “sophisticated” vice turns you on, then you probably have emotional issues to deal with. If you cannot see the joys in picking up a Happy Meal for the sake of the toy—and all you can think of is how the giant corporation is making a commercial killing out of the mindless peddling of overpriced petty trifles that contribute to the burgis consumerism of today’s children, then perhaps you need something more than one lifetime to appreciate the myriad interpretations of the text that is life. Me, I'm happy with my Hello Kitty toys. It's someone else's job to worry about the critical ramifications of the toy anyway, and who am I to put someone out of a job?
I hope I never become that jaded. Jaded, to me, means, "has to pay real big to amuse self." And when fights on the street, accidentally leaving the house with reversed clothes, and other random acts of silliness get priced, taxed, fined, and analyzed, count me out of this life. ;p
One of the joys of having a new computer is the new software that goes with it. As I type this on Word, for example, I am playing with the Word Assistant—sort of—that goes with it. I naturally chose the cat. (Was there any doubt? ^_^) It amuses me, and makes me feel that I have company as I (I got this from Marjorie Evasco) “…tread the lonely, luminous path of words.” God, I love poets and their unexpected turns of phrase.
I also enjoy games like Text Twist and Bookworm (Aside: If anyone has a licensed copy of Bejeweled 1 and 2 and Bounce Out, let’s talk. Please. I will offer you a cat’s ransom in siopao for a copy.) I like driving past the wide open areas next to the College of Fine Arts in UP at night to see the fireflies, and I am gathering up the nerve (and the firepower, just in case) to fulfill my little fantasy of lying down in a field surrounded by fireflies. Chalk it up to my being a born city rat.
I am secretly amused by silly songs, and though I would never say it out loud, I think that the Masculados and the Sexbomb Girls are fair tradeoffs for one another. I like clicking on random blog links. I like getting happy messages on the phone from friends I think of but rarely get in touch with. I like finding hundred-peso bills I’ve tucked into books and forgotten. I like being told by Polar Bearball to pay for the drinks when we go out, because that way, I don’t spend too much, yet I can still pretend that I’m contributing my share to dinner.
I keep a bubble blower handy, and I have several marks on my hands from when the cats got a bit overeager whenever I tease and play with them. I like big, ugly dogs, the kind that are so ugly, they’re cute. I like finding things on sale. I like sitting down to a hot, cheap breakfast I cooked. I like being hugged, and I like seeing my Polar Bearball, even on the worst of days. I like getting intelligent answers from my students. I like the feeling I get when my room is clean, the dishes are done, the cats are fed, and the people around me are happy.
I think it’s when we lose our appreciation for such small things that we begin to lose our humanity. When you become so jaded that only a “sophisticated” vice turns you on, then you probably have emotional issues to deal with. If you cannot see the joys in picking up a Happy Meal for the sake of the toy—and all you can think of is how the giant corporation is making a commercial killing out of the mindless peddling of overpriced petty trifles that contribute to the burgis consumerism of today’s children, then perhaps you need something more than one lifetime to appreciate the myriad interpretations of the text that is life. Me, I'm happy with my Hello Kitty toys. It's someone else's job to worry about the critical ramifications of the toy anyway, and who am I to put someone out of a job?
I hope I never become that jaded. Jaded, to me, means, "has to pay real big to amuse self." And when fights on the street, accidentally leaving the house with reversed clothes, and other random acts of silliness get priced, taxed, fined, and analyzed, count me out of this life. ;p
posted by Kitty Litter at 1:16 AM
6 Comments:
"If you cannot see the joys in picking up a Happy Meal for the sake of the toy—and all you can think of is how the giant corporation is making a commercial killing out of the mindless peddling of overpriced petty trifles that contribute to the burgis consumerism of today’s children, then perhaps you need something more than one lifetime to appreciate the myriad interpretations of the text that is life."
-- definitely not my job too =) but then, who are WE to put people out of jobs, hehehe =)
i remember that you do enjoy watching street fights. odd fixation, but watching grown men go at it is riveting. it's literally a cockfight. please don't picture that.
and "the text that is life." - how saussure. or is it derrida? i'm not saussure. haha, iwas ka sakin - contagious ang ka-cornyhan.
I like the way my hands smell like fish after mashing food for my cat; the warm, contented purr once I feed them and the earthy cat smell when I hug them
Hey Pasigraver! Buhay ka pa pala. I just gave a glowing review to some manager named Bunny, who called me to ask whether you were decent or not. Syempre I used si Asidong Sabog Girl (your favorite seatmate) as proof of your saintly qualities. Kinilabutan ata. Hmm.
Hey Kate! I believe that we all deserve to be mababaw at some point because I firmly believe (uy, redundant yun) that if we're all angsty and "deep," we'll go crazy. All right, how about more disturbed than we already are? ;p
Hey Palaboy! I suspect I know who you are. You are one of the two Snow Whites and we made fun of the seven dwarfs yesterday? Since you said in your blog that you wanted to write regularly, how about if I link to you so that my curious I-have-too-much-time-on-my-hands-so-I-click-all-links friends can invade your journal? ^_^
link away :) no, I don't think we've met except maybe in a past life as tabby cats.
To Palaboy's inner kitty (matabangpusa purrs, rolls over, washes paw then passes it over your whiskers--the way I see my cats do ^_^) okay, you asked for it! hehe. I will link you!
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