A few weeks ago I spotted a bottle of imported mineral water in a supermarket that would set you back more than P200.00 for around 500ml. The bottle was really, really nifty looking to say the least. The packaging and the presentation was nothing short of impeccable. I won't say which brand it was, but I will say that it wasn't even carbonated. Heck, the bottle wasn't even made of glass! It was also displayed far away from other lesser brands of bottled water.
It occurred to me that I've never had water this expensive before. I sure as hell wouldn't want to find out then and there. I just tried to convince myself that people who drink this stuff must be kidding themselves. That it's all about the conspicuous consumption of wealth that our left-leaning professors back in college have told us about. The high set price is all about making the brand aspirational, as one of my marketing teachers once pointed out in a class discussion I wasn't sure anyone else was listening to.
So I mulled things over. I had about P 500 at the time. I was planning on quitting my job, so I decided not to do anything as stupid as to spend 2/5s of my money on a purchase of dubious value. I'd probably end up eating a lot of instant noodles if I did buy it.
So I didn't. When I got home I practiced some Google-fu and found the product reviews needed to sate my curiosity. On one side, there were reviews by brand fanatics who swear that they wouldn't drink anything else. On the other, there were reviews by those who think that people who are fanatic about this particular brand of water are deluded or pretentious.
Whom should I believe? Obviously I don't know these people and I wouldn't be able to decide on the basis of character judgment. By and large most people think it's overrated. Then again, the majority isn't always correct. in fact, in matters of taste, they hardly ever are. However, I did find out that this particular brand definitely DOES NOT taste like ordinary water. So what we might have here is a question of preference. That is, if brand perception was not taken into account.
So here I sit, still continuing to wonder what this water tastes like. What it would be like to shower with it. To flush my toilet with it. How much more sense it MIGHT make to donate my P200.00 to charity instead. Come to think of it, even if this water was all THAT great, I'd still be pretty resentful of rich folk who consume several liters of the stuff everyday. NOTHING could possibly be that great. Or could it?
It's Nice To Know
The very air around me feels so heavy.
Every little thing takes too much effort.
Even sleep.
When they say that you could get so tired that you couldn't even sleep, they're not kidding.
Being in bed... even for the entire day will do nothing for you.
Sleep can be a relief, if you can get it.
But it's always too abrupt for any lasting kind of comfort.
You can't talk to the people that you want to talk to and you do not feel like talking to the people that you could talk to.
You don't feel like talking at all to anyone.
You wouldn't feel that they'd understand you, even if you know they could.
Though in most cases, you'd be 100% correct.
I swear, the air is so heavy i could feel it pressing up against me like some thick, invisible cloud.
It's a kind of 'heavy' that has got nothing to do with gravity.
Nothing feels real.
You might do things just for the sake of doing them.
Getting started on things takes so much from me.
But at least, things start to look up when you get started.
Other times I feel like I get much TOO involved with things.
Everything is a kick in the head.
In a good way.
I feel like I could do whatever I want without having to suffer for it.
And usually, it's true.
I become an jerk.
But still I've got flavor.
But it doesn't seem too bad, especially when you get to do nifty stuff.
Assholes get all the chicks.
They have more friends.
Or that's how it seems at times.
At the very least, they get more things done, though they might get hated for it.
They can even excel.
After all, cream isn't the only thing that rises to the top.
Shit can float purdy good if it's just the right density.
Some days, I can let little gnats of annoyance pass me by with hardly more than a cursory neural impulse relaying the whole thing somewhere in the back of my consciousness.
When the same things happen on other days, a curtain falls in front of my eyes and changes the way things seem to me and I act on the first thoughts, words, and actions that come to mind.
Things that really should be kept well under check most days.
Thankfully, it's probably all temporary.
There's so much that could be done.
Though it doesn't feel that way.
Though I don't really feel all that thankful.
Though I'm not really doing too much about it.
Still.
It's nice to know.
Every little thing takes too much effort.
Even sleep.
When they say that you could get so tired that you couldn't even sleep, they're not kidding.
Being in bed... even for the entire day will do nothing for you.
Sleep can be a relief, if you can get it.
But it's always too abrupt for any lasting kind of comfort.
You can't talk to the people that you want to talk to and you do not feel like talking to the people that you could talk to.
You don't feel like talking at all to anyone.
You wouldn't feel that they'd understand you, even if you know they could.
Though in most cases, you'd be 100% correct.
I swear, the air is so heavy i could feel it pressing up against me like some thick, invisible cloud.
It's a kind of 'heavy' that has got nothing to do with gravity.
Nothing feels real.
You might do things just for the sake of doing them.
Getting started on things takes so much from me.
But at least, things start to look up when you get started.
Other times I feel like I get much TOO involved with things.
Everything is a kick in the head.
In a good way.
I feel like I could do whatever I want without having to suffer for it.
And usually, it's true.
I become an jerk.
But still I've got flavor.
But it doesn't seem too bad, especially when you get to do nifty stuff.
Assholes get all the chicks.
They have more friends.
Or that's how it seems at times.
At the very least, they get more things done, though they might get hated for it.
They can even excel.
After all, cream isn't the only thing that rises to the top.
Shit can float purdy good if it's just the right density.
Some days, I can let little gnats of annoyance pass me by with hardly more than a cursory neural impulse relaying the whole thing somewhere in the back of my consciousness.
When the same things happen on other days, a curtain falls in front of my eyes and changes the way things seem to me and I act on the first thoughts, words, and actions that come to mind.
Things that really should be kept well under check most days.
Thankfully, it's probably all temporary.
There's so much that could be done.
Though it doesn't feel that way.
Though I don't really feel all that thankful.
Though I'm not really doing too much about it.
Still.
It's nice to know.
On Hearting Charlyne Yi
I've had this huge crush on Charlyne Yi for the past few months ever since I saw her in 30 Rock. You might remember her as the stoner girl Jodi in Knocked Up. I really, truly think that this girl is... well, if you know me, you can very easily do the math. Unfortunately, she's Michael Cera's S.O. right now. That guy's one lucky bastard.
