i was reading a british chick lit, not exactly what you'd call smart reading, but hey, it's not like i had better things to do. i was really amused by the lead character, she's a shopaholic [guess the book title] and she's so real. i do think i can be as ditzy as her often times. but not all ditzy-sounding and looking people are as bad as anyone thinks they are. hah! you'd be surprised to know that they actually have something in between their ears. and it's prettier than what you see. [ehem, ehem]
the author is a journalist and i have to hand it to her, she makes it sound as if writing is the best job in the world. journalists do have a knack for turning otherwise uninteresting tales into a winner. they almost always make a lame tale into a pulitzer tear-jerker. as if it's worth writing about. and they do get away with it. even if they have to exaggerate, they give typical, everyday life a human interest angle. right.
my feature writing teacher thinks i couldn't write. and for a while, i listened to her [that's the ditz in me talking]. i seriously think that i didn't have enough substance to meet her standards. and then i realized she had none. standards, i mean. i do believe she was bitter and she hated my class for some mundane reason. haha. poor blouse.
who knew i'd be writing for my first job and sidelining as tagapanatili ng kagandahan [you see, i make my own job title]. wait, i didn't get a degree in journalism for nothing. so let me tell you about my life.
[haha. like i have one.]
it had only been a week since my graduation when i got offered a writing-slash-PR-slash-food taster [haha] job. i didn't even sweat to look for a job. i go to work only when i feel like it and i wear fabulous ensembles from U2. when i'm not upholding beauty in the workplace, my friends and i meet for a margarita or coffee and dine in all these fancy places. i get to try different cuisines weekly. plus at work, we have free lunch and if we're lucky we get to sample the fine, culinary expertise of our resident chef. we do have that at work, you know.
but i wonder somehow if that's the kind of job i wanted to keep. i mean, i get to chat with the right people, get endorsements every now and then, do radio plugs and write press releases... it's too much really. i want to be something else. like a star. not an actress. a star. and it's Biblical too [okay that was taken out of context, scratch that].
i seriously want to be a celebrity but my non-showbiz parents think it's a waste of energy. but but but, i think i'll be good at it. no, i can't really act, i lost my thespian inclinations a long time ago. but who in philippine showbusiness can, right? nobody would notice.i was born for stardom. i mean, i'm so glam, i piss glitter!
i'm gearing up for celebrity status. i can't go on leading a normal life. i want sparkle. i want controversy. i want to give kris aquino a run for her money [or half of it]. normalcy is just so not me. really unbecoming. so watch out fame, xaris is so there.
[now, what did i say about journalists and exaggerating...?]
DISCLAIMER: journalism is a profession of accuracy and fact-checking. if i had a license, it would have been revoked... even before i got my degree. let REAL journalists live.
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