Monday, August 30, 2010

Snoopin' Around

K, My Sister

Disclaimer: Although I personally know my sister, all my biases towards her have been set aside for this snoop exercise. In fact, it would be interesting to know if my findings would match the personality she exudes in the real world.

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Folders and books on the side. Papers randomly stacked in not-so-neat piles. Bag on the table. Chair pushed in. Blinds closed. Bare walls.

The typical scenario in most desk areas of students? Not quite.

Chair pushed in. Blinds closed. Bare walls.

You'd have to wonder how K manages to remember pushing her chair back in when she couldn't even seem to properly organize the clutter on her desk. Perhaps she does it out of habit, or perhaps she doesn't use the chair at all. Not use the chair while reading through the piles of photocopied handouts? Well, there's always the desk to sit on.

(Or maybe she just doesn't work in her desk area)

What about the closed blinds? Wouldn't she be in the dark and without a scenic view to give off a good ambiance to work in? Perhaps she closes them out of habit, or there is no scenic view, or she is afraid of peeping tom neighbors.

(Or maybe there is no reason to open them because she doesn't work in the area)

Now the bare walls might just be due to the fact that she isn't allowed to post things on the wall (but she could always put up a bulletin board), or that she already has everything posted on her desktop background that she doesn't need any more clutter on the walls.


Assuming that K doesn't do the actual work around the area, her desk becomes the place where she could pile up all her stuff. In Filipino, a tambakan. Not that it makes the place devoid of identity claims and behavioral residue, because it actually points to certain characteristics of K which makes her not want to hang out in the said area.

Judging from the number of colorful file folders stacked on the side, it could be deduced that K wants to be organized. She has a good intention of using them to sort out her photocopied readings. But as evident from the stacks of paper lying around, it could be assumed that she is only orderly in theory. She is only conscientious as far as she'd like to be. Having a short attention span makes her bored after the conceptualization stage.

This tendency of hers to be bored makes her not want to stay in her desk area (or even her room) for too long and just use her laptop (or read her readings) somewhere else.



"Karen/friends forever/sweet sixteen."

K values the gift of her friend that's why she's using it as a pencil holder. Or perhaps she really just needed a pencil holder and didn't care much about where the mug came from (or that it's a mug in the first place). But the fact that the mug is situated in a place where it could be seen shows K's emotional side. She possesses things with sentimental value.

This character of hers shows her openness as an individual. Added to this is her abstract and creative personality as shown by the presence of pencils and lead on her desk. She has the inclination to be artistic.

Overall, my snoop exercise on her matches her personality in real life for the most part.

Monday, August 9, 2010

The Yuck Observation



Simple. Silver. Subtle.

This necklace was given to me by a dear high school friend 5 years ago. A round pendant hangs from a thin, long chain. Embossed on it is a floral pattern on one side and symmetrical swirls on the other. Flipping it open, one is surprised to find a clock instead of the supposed contents of a locket. It has stopped ticking, frozen in time.

How can something so beautiful be considered distasteful? The answer lies within. Literally.


Gum. Hair. Dust. Oh wait, that’s masking tape.

Hair on tape. Dust on hair. Tape on dust. Hair-dust-tape. Stuck between two silver enclosures. How fantastically sanitary. And to think that I wear this pendant every single day of every week.

Now before you start judging my sanitation habits (or lack thereof), allow me to explain. And I’m not being defensive. Maybe.

It was only early this year when I noticed how the pendant was opening by itself. The clasp responsible for its closure had already come loose. I was disheartened. After all, it was my favorite necklace and nothing could replace it. Aside from it having sentimental value (the friend who gave it had already gone to Canada for good), it also has the ability to instantly transform any outfit from blah to bongga. I wore it so much, I could be identified with it. When meeting someone for the first time in person, I could probably use it to help him recognize me.


Not wanting to junk the necklace in the deep recesses of my untidy drawer, I immediately got my DIY on and fixed it the way I knew how: yes, tape. A simple rolled masking tape stuck to both sides of the pendant was the temporary fix. But I sure as hell was not ready to live with the consequence of doing so.

Masking tape really bulks up a pendant. It sets it ajar, if only slightly. What used to be tight is now unusually loose. Friends, acquaintances, org mates, seat mates, project mates and so on reach for the pendant from around my neck as though on reflex. For the millionth time, I had been asked whether or not it were a locket with a special note in it, a locket with a picture of my one true love.

Dearest friends, kindly stop fiddling with my pendant, thank you. It annoys me that a) 34837429928301 people ask me about it everyday, b) I have to tell them the story about it everyday, c) 34837429928301 people touch it everyday. Oh, please.

Regarding the (the lack thereof) of sanitation, you might suggest for me to change the masking tape every other day or so. But honestly, who has the time (and concern) to actually do that? The dirt may be found inside the locket, but the real dirt, the real annoyance comes from the outside.

Monday, August 2, 2010

Oh, Mind Map



Travel. Menu. Life. Party. Dreams. Shopping. Presentation. Planner.
Just some uses for my mind map. What are yours?