Inside Gladys' stardust-covered brain.

Friday, March 30, 2007

Color Me Glad

#221: Color Quiz

...is the next best thing to doing nothing on this lovely Thursday night. I am once more in my TV-less room waiting for nothing but bedtime. The best type of human interaction I have is when I get up at 7am to Skype Andrew. The rest fall in that bucket of introductory pleasantry that may or may not result in what can be "acceptably defined" as friendship over the next two months that I am here.

So, Pandora keeps me company. I'm thinking that I'm helping out their Music Genome project by sourcing all my entertainment needs (minimal, as you may have deduced by now) from them.

Back to the color quiz. I don't know how these people devise these colorful personality profiles after 2 seconds of random color-picking. I don't trust the quiz and I don't really trust the results. But there are some that resonate (albeit still debatable as to their accuracy.) I won't say which ones. Maybe you can randomly choose and spit out a 6-page report too after two seconds.




ColorQuiz.comGladys took the free ColorQuiz.com personality test!

"Seeks the determination and elasticity of will nec..."


Click here to read the rest of the results.


Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Cornflake Dreams

#220: The Reality of Kellogg



























































































































































I still walk on the left side of the street. I wish I didn't have to reconfigure my laptop to be able to connect to the new network. I wish course packs came free - the way they did in Sydney - and not cost my ailing wallet U$260. I still ache for the comfort that a hug from Andrew brings at the end of the day. But Kellogg is Kellogg. I have stared at that name for a long time. I have kept it secret, lest the dreamless steal that dream away.

And now I am here, amidst leaveless trees that outline the veins of such beautiful campus. I am enveloped by all things purple mixed with the uncomfortable scent of Chinese cooking. The love of learning wakes me up and makes me walk 15 minutes to our building. Expectant, sometimes unsure of myself, but never uncertain that I should be here.

Cold air ushers me home quickly to see the face of my beloved from across the seas, through the wires that keep Skype alive. (Thank God for Skype!). And I drink deep of each day, taking in the new while looking forward to home. This is the last leg of the program. This is the icing on my cake. My cherry awaits at the other side of the airport.

Wednesday, March 21, 2007

If You Can Think It

#219: You can buy it

This thing with the US that constantly amazes me is the overwhelming sense of consumerism that hits you as soon as you step into your nearest neighborhood store. The nearest neighborhood store, of course, is a huge mall with over a hundred stores each with a fabulous display. You don't know whether to start admiring the creativity of the display, the imagination of the design, the profitability of the venture or the susceptibility of the consumer once exposed to such stimuli.

I think that in America, if you can think it, you can buy it. It is available out there somewhere - in some outlet, or supermall, or specialty store. This can be both good and bad. My aunt here just purchased a 20-year old house a few years ago and turned it little by little, piece by piece, into this gasp-inspiring catalogue-worthy house with showroom-level interiors. My brother told me stories about how they would spend weekends with my uncle, aunt and the kids painting the walls, how he and my aunt would drive to some far-flung outlet to get the last existing stock of some decor that they've marked down, how they would absorb catalogue looks by heart and recreate that using similar but more reasonably-priced pieces. It's like this treasure hunt or this big project. But the thing is, everything was doable given the budget that they set. Because here in America, if you can think it, you can buy it at price levels that go from high to reachable.

I am also constantly impressed with how most of the establishments we've come across here would have some sort of theme that they translate to the littlest of details. This confectionery store has chairs made of mosaic tiles that are the same color as their signage, interiors, staff uniforms. No detail was left untouched by their overarching old green and antique gold theme in French style setting. There's a car wash that's modeled after a New Orleans steamboat, complete with ice cream parlour while you wait for you car. It's almost as if you are required to be transported to and immersed in their make-believe world on their terms whether you like it or you like it.

My brother pointed out to me the dream place he wants to live in. It's called Santana Row and it is reminiscent of Greenbelt but on a level that Greenbelt cannot reach because Greenbelt is in the Philippines and Santana Row is in the US. (And in the US, if you can think it, you can buy it.) The place is a stellar example of the "manufactured" world. It's practically in the middle of the desert or some abandoned field; but because the buildings, the planters, the road islands, the sidewalk benches and entrance arches were crafted seemingly in homage to Universal Studios, you know you are in a place that demands to be seen as special. I like it but I don't. I like it because it is extremely pretty but I don't, exactly for the same reason. There is a noticeable absence of little marks of authenticity. It was as if the atmosphere - even the air you breathe while in there - is bought, brand new and shiny.

Today, we went bridal gown hunting. I have this dress in mind which is more a blurry collage of 8 pretty things I've come across than a solid idea. I've gone to around 11 stores (6 in California, around 5 in Sydney) before stumbling on this one which had the closest version of the dress I wanted at a price that's so much more reasonable than the first one I was quoted in Sydney a few months ago (yeah, in the store with staff that looked at me like I was some crazy, delinquent procrastinator when I told them that I had only started gown hunting in January for an October wedding. "Gasp! You're a bit late for it, aren't you?"). I've talked to two designers in Manila and they both said it can be done even with just one or two fittings in June and another one just days before the wedding. They said it can be done, but I don't trust them. I am not confident that they can convert my vision into something that is acceptable in reality... And so, I bought this one off the rack. There was more comfort in knowing that someone had already manufactured something close to the gown I had been thinking of. As I said, in the US, if you can think it, you can most likely buy it.

While walking on the streets of SF, I stopped dead on my tracks in front of one of the flower stores. There they were - the pink cherry blossoms I wanted for my table decorations at our wedding reception. A few steps back was a store that sold those huge clear vases that they will perfectly be put into. It was right out of the sketch I made for the florist. Again, if you can think it, you can buy it.

No wonder a lot of people spend most of their lives here just working, working, working. Working to pay off debts. Working to purchase pretty stuff. Working to acquire more manufactured dreams. Working to manage increasing debts that come along with all the pretty manufactured things. Working to the detriment of real lives with real people and real relationships. There are just too many things you can think of, all of which, you can buy. Well, all except the things you give up to get them.

Chicago-Bound

#218: Sydney to Manila to California

01: Mar 18 - 6-hour stopover in Manila




















02: Mar 19 - With Anika & Jus in San Jose, California



























03: Mar 20 - With Maxine during the Welcome BBQ

Sunday, March 11, 2007

Cynically Yours

#217: Turning Calorie Conscious

I just finished my internship with this health, wellness and nutrition company. I was pretty happy with the report I turned it and pretty satisfied with what I got out of that whole experience. You see, reading around a hundred (or more sometimes) news articles a day from all over the world for weeks at a time brings you to a level wherein you start seeing patterns. Rarely do you get the chance to see the overall picture when you've been hired by a company and you're diving into the operational details to prove your worth. This was a rare opportunity to see things as they are, detached from any loyalties.

When you think about it, it's unbelievable how many calories we shove in our guts. The average amount for a person to function is 2,000 calories. But often we mindlessly take in calories via drinks. Our quenchers are often giving us 200 calories a glass. A large fries from your favorite fastfood is around 600 calories. Even without the burger, you've already consumed 40% of your recommended caloric intake for the day. You have another sugary drink in the afternoon, and without taking in real nutrients, you've already consumed half of your day's caloric needs. If you have a glass of sugary drink every meal (including morning and afternoon snacks), you're well on your way to being obese.

And then there's sodium. In the course of my research, I came across this product range that was considered by the company that launched it as a success in its first 10 months for having delivered sales of USD100 million. Linked to some diet fad in the US, it was quickly gobbled up by people who were clueless to the fact that a single serving of the stuff had sodium levels that were way above the total daily limit. Yes, they won't be fat, but boy, their blood pressure will be waiting to kill them. I can't believe how the company's marketing people allowed that to be launched. But then, I used to sell stuff that could potentially put kids at the risk of being obese and having diabetes. And all we could say is that it had Vitamin C.

And then there's saturated fats. Without pretending to know a lot, I'll just say that the stuff will send you closer to having a heart attack. Check out what you put on your pan de sals. The president of a company I used to work for, worked for a company that produced cheeses and spreads. He told me once that after having worked there, he wouldn't touch those things. Some of the things that called themselves 'cheese' have never met a cow at any point. But they were full of things that contributed to the high levels of saturated fat.

The thing that keeps on ringing in my head is how can these companies continue selling this crap? It's because they're the ones that have cheap ingredients, that are cheap to produce and that are easy to market at a low price point. And if by some marketing genius, it can be positioned to be a 'premium' offering, then that means fat margins for you, big bonuses for the bosses, and happiness for the investors.

Now I am not turning anti-business. (How ironic is that? Going away to take your MBA and returning to the workforce condemning businesses for making profits.) No. Businesses are meant to make profits. That's why they exist. Otherwise, they'd be charities. But there is a healthy balance of profits and providing products that will positively benefit consumers. There is a spot between charity and thievery.

All I am saying is that while consumers ought to be responsible for their food intake to avoid obesity or heart disease or what-have-you, manufacturers also have the reponsibility to provide products that aren't harmful to their consumers. When consumers want to be refreshed, they don't want to unknowingly send themselves close to having diabetes. When they want their cheese, they're supposed to be getting dairy and the benefits that come with that - not substitutes that taste like cheese but kill like grease. When they buy a serving, portion sizes should be such that they consider how a normal person should eat - and not what will maximize profits.

But then there are the parents that seem to have abdicated their role in keeping their kids' nutrition in check to fast food giants, big manufacturers or the government. They have busy lives so they eat to accommodate that instead of designing their lives around what will be good for the family. One of the companies that I was studying is actually aiming to launch more convenience meals to improve topline and margins. There's another reason to pay less attention to what you're stuffing down your and your kids throats - convenience. It scares me to think of what they'll put in those things to make them commercially viable.

So what do we make of this outpour? It is part of what I've gotten from the internship. It's this newly-found consciousness about how to eat with health, wellness and nutrition in mind. I've also gotten back on track with my fitness goals. (The company's employees have free access to the gym - complete with fitness assessment and specifically-designed exercise programs. As an intern, I was able to take advantage of this benefit as well.) One of my first questions in preparing to move into Northwestern University's campus was, "Does it have a gym?" (Thankfully, it does. And it's free.)

This whole rant is also a reflection, albeit a poorly-constructed one, of where I'm at in looking at my next career move. I want to be with a company that offers real benefit to its consumers. There are many products that just shouldn't exist but they continue to because they rake in the profits... and the consumers don't know any better. I would prefer to stand behind brands that have the right to exist first (in terms of addressing more than concocted and image-related needs), and have the right to fair levels of profits, second.

It seems a bit funny but I started writing this with a view that I have become cynical about things. Looking at my conclusions and next steps, I think I may have actually become more idealistic.

Idealistically yours, then.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

Settling Down

#216: Down, girl.

Sometimes I wonder if weddings really are for the couple... or for the people around them.

I've actually gone from dreaming of a wedding ceremony at Shark Island (here at Sydney Harbour), to somewhere by the sea in the Philippines, to overlooking Taal lake... to agreeing to have it somewhere quite...uhm... normal. I don't know if it's my fierce innate opposition to being common that's unsettling me or just the niggling question, "why do I have to settle?"

Marriage is often referred to as "settling down." I knew what that meant. It means you're done with all the looking and hunting (for guys) and beating down countless of suitors (for girls... who look like Liz Hurley). You've found the one you want to build a home and a family with. You're out of the race. You're settling down.

But I didn't know it had another dimension to it - 'settling' on less-than-the-ideal (in this case, not having a ceremony by the water) so that the number of attendees are maximized... so that their hassles are minimized... so that their comfort and their satisfaction with the food are maximized... so that side comments are minimized...so that risks of having the whole event turned into a disaster by the rain are eliminated...and the returns are secured...

When I look at where we've decided to hold the ceremony, all I tell myself to keep from getting sad is that more guests will go home happy not having to drive for hours in their suits. Also that a really, really, really good stylist can still 'rescue' the venue from its sad state of 'average-ness.'

Sometimes I hear Darth Vader's voice.
"It is useless to resist."