The World According to Ploy

July 31, 2009

How offending…..

Filed under: Angst — by Ploy @ 11:25 pm

I don’t facebook-stalk people often. The times I do, it’s probably because the person has suddenly uploaded a crazy/insane/rather interesting profile picture and I’m like “Oooh! Interesting thumbnail..I must see the full-sized version”

Anyhoo…so just five minutes ago one of my Friends had a rather interesting-looking thumbnail so I went to her profile. And from there I was scrolling down to see if any of my other Friends had recently posted something on her wall. Well, none that I know of, but I found this random person who wrote on this person’s wall…twice. And the message, honestly, was just offending.

Here, this is paraphrased (ish) of course, for confidential reasons.

“I’m applying for an office at XXXXXXXX. Does your dad know anyone there?”

Then…a few hours later, by the same person…

“Hahahaha. Just wanted as much help as I can get. Lots of people want in this office. It won’t be easy.”

How…offending. Considering that XXXXXXXXX is also the place I’m going to apply to.

Ok, so I know there’s a lot of connections and things in Thailand, and I’m not against it. I wouldn’t mind using some if REALLY, REALLY, QUITE fuqSOLUTELY NECESSARY. There are, as I have learned, points in time where you really, really have to pull some strings. But this, really. I know XXXXXXXXX, you don’t apply. You take a FRUGGING EXAM to get in. You don’t even need a resume or work experience or anything. You take a set of multiple choice, a few essays…if you pass that you go on an interview (which, if one comes down to it, is a point where you can pull strings) And then voila, you wait for the results.

But any one with HALF A BRAIN who wants to apply to XXXXXXXXXX probably knows that it’s an EXAM designed so you can’t cheat (ID numbers, no names at all) because clearly, there has to be DIGNITY somewhere in the system. And if you don’t even know that it’s an EXAM then FOR THE LOVE OF CHRIST YOU DON’T EVEN CARE ENOUGH AND YOU DON’T DESERVE TO GET TO WORK AT XXXXXXXXXXX, connections or no.

Heck, by even asking someone for HELP before you’ve even started…before you’ve even TRIED…before you even know there’s NO WAY IN means you don’t care. I mean, using connections should be the LAST RESORT. TRY ON YOUR OWN FIRST.

You offend me, Person, even if I don’t know you and you don’t know me and you’re probably never going to read this.

Ps. As Person is not a Friend (thankfully), I can’t view the wall-to-wall post. I don’t know what my friend said, but as this Friend is a sensible person, I can already guess what was said. Yep, that that reply (or what I think it was) doesn’t offend me at all :]


July 27, 2009

Places I Would Rather Be, Edition July 27th, 2009

Filed under: Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:35 am

New York City.
With Primly.
New York City with Primly with a chocolate cake for her 20th birthday (happy bday by the way, Primly)
On the sofa with my copy of Pyramids.
Somewhere I could find my copy of Pyramids.
Anywhere with my copy of pyramids and also a good cup of caramel macchiato
(Dang, but that sounds eerily like Starbucks.)
Starbucks@Emporium Office Towers, because it is much more quiet than the Starbucks@Paragon, 1st floor
Emporium, in general, because there is no need to dress up to go to Emporium
Anywhere that doesn’t require dressing up, but would still require being dressed.
That is, not a nudist colony.
Speaking of which, I want to go to the beach, but as it has been raining for the past few days…
Out of the country.
Scotland…definitely Scotland.
But oh, wait, I just complained about rain.
(Does it rain up in the Highlands? I mean, technically it would be very, very cold. Don’t ask me about weather, seriously. I live in a country where the weather forecast is as reliable as fortune telling. The latter usually more so.)
Maybe, perhaps, Japan.
Hokkaido this time. I’ve never been to Hokkaido.
Or maybe Austria, because all that talk with Book, Gate, Thian a few days ago made me miss the EBA Trip.
EBA. During junior year, because Spanish class was fun and random.
(Great, now I crave time traveling, as if trying to get a plane ticket wasn’t expensive enough.)
At KAT-TUN’s concert. Which I also believe has passed.
Not sleeping at KAT-TUN’s concert.
In bed.
Well, I guess this concludes my daily rant (or nightly, if you must) (but then again, it is in the AM right now)…GOOD NIGHT.

July 24, 2009

Ploy in Zombie Mode

Filed under: Angst,Sheer Insanity — by Ploy @ 12:26 pm

It’s a very difficult thing to get me depressed for over 24 hours. It really is. Any type of negative emotions – sadness, anger, depression, etc. – don’t usually last overnight. I know I appear uber-active, ridiculously random, and unstoppably insane all the time, but in reality, that’s most of the time. I have my down-time, too, you know.

But those downtimes don’t last. The longest one in recent memory no more than 24 hours. That was when I got my F. I cried – no, wailed – in Starbucks, then had to stop crying because, well, I had to take the BTS home and it wouldn’t do well to appear crazy. I remember listening to “Keep the faith” by KAT-TUN all the way home. No,it wasn’t because of Jin (honestly!). It was actually because the chorus contained the line “You dream, you fall, you get back up.” I listened to it the entire night. I woke up with swollen eyes but I didn’t cry anymore. I just felt depressed. And it got better, somehow. It always gets better. It’s not like I shrug it off, because an undeserved F is not something one shrugs off like an moth-eaten sweater, but because…well, because I just simply get over things.

On the other hand, if a certain event happens to people around me, and I am partially responsible for it, then wow, I can get depressed for a while. I’m not afraid when bad things happen to me because, despite the fact that I’m as small as your average garden gnome, I do believe I have quite a reservoir of inner strength – and also a karate blackbelt to defend myself (i.e. kick anyone who truly, honestly pisses me off.) But when bad things happen to people I love, I freak out, because 1) I’m not sure if it’s going to make them sad and 2) making the people I love sad makes me sad…Ergo, as long as someone around me is sad, I feel sad. My internal hyper battery is immediately drained and I go into standby/zombie mode.

Dava once said I have the messiah complex. In a way, I probably do. Recently, something happened that’s made a few people around me shocked and sad. Perhaps some of it is my fault, perhaps it is not. I don’t know, I truly don’t. Maybe it’s the messiah complex in me making me blame myself. Maybe it is partly my fault. What I know, however, is that these people tried their best and what happened to them is not what they deserved. I might be lenient and cheerful to the point of being ridiculous…but I am also kind. I think that’s better than being foul-mouthed, mean, and cruel.

Bah humbug. Now I’m going to go make another cup of coffee, then crawl under the covers, and stare mindlessly at the TV.

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