Got really close to the office's photocopier today. Think I'm gonna be shooting blanks for a while. What I am doing at the office on a Good Friday is indeed something of a mystery. Why I didn't do all the stuff I had to do today previously is a result of many things. First was the Calaguas trip. Then a gazillion things that needed to be done at the office when I got back. Then I got super lazy the next weekend and before I knew it, here I am driving from the office to my favorite hang out along the northbound stretch of the SLEX.
It feels kinda strange, I'm the only one who came from work. The gas station is cramped with vacation goers, a whole lot of them kids who just puked their guts out after the long drive. I missed my favorite Chickenjoy dinner because Jollibee was full of people trying to get a snack for the drive home. Had to do with a hotdog sandwich from Bonjour for sustenance.
I wonder if I were Catholic, would I be as willing to travel the distance to the office on a Good Friday? Can't say really, maybe I still would for the convenience of being employed. My boss certainly didn't find it strange when I texted her that I would be going to the office. Can you spell slave-driver? Hahaha!
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Leo is currently living at my house for the vacation. Why, I do not know. He does have his whole house to himself, so why he wants to crash at my place is strange, if not dysfunctional. So now I can't go on with my planned general clean up because he's there. I'd hate cleaning up and finding all of his shoe marks on the floor after just having mopped up. Arrgh! There are a lot of reasons why I chose to live alone, and having him crash over at my place is certainly not one of them. But what can you do?
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Am convinced that all of my hard work at the office today is for naught. I dunno, just have this stinking feeling. I won't tell any details, but there is one part of this "project" that I have to rely on someone else to be able to complete it. And I don't think this person could possibly move heaven and earth, so I can say that it is a complete waste of time. So why am I still working through the holidays for this? Because 1) I've nothing better to do, 2) I want to prove a point at the office, 3) My boss told me to.
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Warning: Emo comes up next...
I've been thinking a lot lately about why I don't just pack up and go back home to my parent's house. Been having a tough time trying to budget a lot of things that come with the territory of being independent, and I so miss the days when all I had to do was wait for my daily allowance. Lately, I found myself balancing a lot of my expenses and trying to figure out a way past them. This wasn't a problem when I was doing two jobs, but I gave one up to preserve my sanity and so here I am with another problem.
Well, I did come up with a lot of solutions, all of which I don't like. I could move to a cheaper apartment, get a housemate, get a loan (loan consolidation, that bull), or get back on the web review gig. But inertia keeps me from moving towards any of them.
Mom texted me this afternoon, informing me that she had cooked my favorite dish and was welcome to come home and partake of it. I didn't reply, I was then neck deep in paperwork and numbers that I got irritated at the thought of stopping in the middle of things to say thanks but no thanks. I've noticed that the both of them have been putting up ploys to get me to visit home of late. Reminds me of "Cats in the Cradle" a whole lot.
You see, ever since college I had sworn that I would leave the "nest" as soon as I found work. Seven years after and I have so far kept to that promise (save for a couple of months when I had no choice but to go back). And now, I am entertaining thoughts of coming back home? It's practical, it's convenient, it makes so much sense, but you know me always trying to prove myself to everyone.
So far, I think I'd still be able to keep up this lifestyle for a few more months before finding myself in dire need of tweaking my finances. Guess I'll be riding my luck as far as it would take me just because of my stupid pride. Hopefully a stroke of luck would come by and I wouldn't have to be too drastic. Till then, guess I just gotta keep paying the rent.
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Boo! It's April. Not only is it the birthmonth, but there are a lot of things which I associate with this month.
First, it's also the month when I joined good 'ol BE. Bittersweet, but worth it definitely. Then, there's this thing that happened last year, shaking up the whole household (you can guess, but I'm not telling). April is also when most of my childhood vacations happened, Baguio, Pansol, Pansol again and again, Bicol, Batangas. The coincidence that it is a summer month means that a lot happens just around this time obviously. All of my break-ups occurred on this month too... weird.
So a third of the way through April, wonder what happens this year?
Friday, April 10, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Aliens (or elves) have invaded my home!
Woke up at noon today. I came out of my room and noticed the house was still a mess. The aliens (or elves) still hadn't tidied up after themselves and are starting to irritate me. I am awfully tempted to go back to bed, giving the aliens (or elves) another shot at redemption, but I needed to go to the restroom and have my cigarette and coffee fix for this morning. Maybe tomorrow...
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Went to another Calaruega wedding yesterday where I became unofficial cameraman for 2 of the bridesmaids. Of course I didn't do a very good job as I spent much time tinkering with the settings of both cameras and taking nonsense pictures. Hanging out with Nolan, I've learned a couple of things about photography so I thought I'd try it out with their point and shoots. Well, I did manage to take some pictures that looked cool but I have no idea if these qualified as good shots. Oh well, so I will still be postponing my purchase of a real point and shoot camera until I can actually afford it. Hahaha!
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First time I've been to Sonya's Garden (the venue for the reception of said wedding). Didn't realize how big the place was, one could actually get lost roaming around the place. Wanted to buy something from their gift shop but there was nothing interesting there. But did buy some oatmeal cookies from their bread shop which also sold Mika'san chocolate crispies from Baguio. Strange.
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Friday caught me unusually lazy. I just ended a meeting at Makati and did not have an appointment till the afternoon so I called up Rachel to see if she wanted to have lunch. Turns out she was also getting restless in the office so we headed out to Cafe Juanita because I was by then really curious what the fuss was about that place.
We ordered the bagnet salad and the chicken inasal and it was delicious! The restaurant slash antique shop's reputation is truly well deserved. Then Rachel's bosses called up and she invited them over. They too hadn't been to the restaurant yet and were also curious about the food. They also seemed to like what they ordered and now Rachel is worried that they would often be having lunch there and end up spending more than the usual amount of money for food. Good luck!
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It's a Sunday, the laziest time of the week. I'm thinking of heading over to UP for a quick jog but the sun is threatening to sear my already sunburnt skin, so am waiting till late in the afternoon to don my cross trainers. In the meantime, I might start cleaning the house. Damn aliens (or elves)!
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Went to another Calaruega wedding yesterday where I became unofficial cameraman for 2 of the bridesmaids. Of course I didn't do a very good job as I spent much time tinkering with the settings of both cameras and taking nonsense pictures. Hanging out with Nolan, I've learned a couple of things about photography so I thought I'd try it out with their point and shoots. Well, I did manage to take some pictures that looked cool but I have no idea if these qualified as good shots. Oh well, so I will still be postponing my purchase of a real point and shoot camera until I can actually afford it. Hahaha!
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First time I've been to Sonya's Garden (the venue for the reception of said wedding). Didn't realize how big the place was, one could actually get lost roaming around the place. Wanted to buy something from their gift shop but there was nothing interesting there. But did buy some oatmeal cookies from their bread shop which also sold Mika'san chocolate crispies from Baguio. Strange.
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Friday caught me unusually lazy. I just ended a meeting at Makati and did not have an appointment till the afternoon so I called up Rachel to see if she wanted to have lunch. Turns out she was also getting restless in the office so we headed out to Cafe Juanita because I was by then really curious what the fuss was about that place.
We ordered the bagnet salad and the chicken inasal and it was delicious! The restaurant slash antique shop's reputation is truly well deserved. Then Rachel's bosses called up and she invited them over. They too hadn't been to the restaurant yet and were also curious about the food. They also seemed to like what they ordered and now Rachel is worried that they would often be having lunch there and end up spending more than the usual amount of money for food. Good luck!
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It's a Sunday, the laziest time of the week. I'm thinking of heading over to UP for a quick jog but the sun is threatening to sear my already sunburnt skin, so am waiting till late in the afternoon to don my cross trainers. In the meantime, I might start cleaning the house. Damn aliens (or elves)!
Friday, April 3, 2009
Italian Bugs
Hung out at a coffee shop in Makati this morning. Over my third cup of coffee, I overheard (not eavesdropped, mind you) 2 people talking…
“I’ve this new product, do you know royal jelly?” Says the salesman.
“Hai… yes. From bees?” Says the Japanese fellow.
“Yes, from bees. This product I have is 300 times more potent!”
“Why?”
“It was developed from Italian bees…”
At this point, I knew I had to turn and run. Italian bees? ITALIAN bees? My mind was playing tricks on me. In the first place, what do Italian bees have that other bees don’t? If you prick them, do they not bleed? If you tickle them, do they not have a “bee-laughing” fit? What if the hive was right on the Italian border with France, does this affect the general quality of the “royal jelly”? Did the pope bless them with holy water, thus creating a superior master bee-race? Vafancu…
So if you got Jollibee’s “royal jelly”, would it taste like secret sauce?
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The whole day has been marked by laziness. Up till now, I can’t seem to bring myself to do anything productive. I should be doing a number of things instead of writing, but then my brain and muscles simply won’t budge.
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Talked over the phone with my friend Mark. Surgery went well, he’s resting and recuperating in the hospital till Tuesday I think. Sounded kind of groggy, he just woke up and was still medicated. Managed to make him chuckle at an absurd remark, so I guess he’s alright.
Come to think of it, Mark was the person who has led me into a number of things that on my own I wouldn’t have done in the first place. Back in college, I was not really into the whole fraternity culture and was quite content being a “barbarian”. Mark was already decided on joining one and had asked me to go with it as well. Around that time, fratmen stopped courting me and so I assumed that I was no longer one of the select few. I told him I would consider it if they asked. True enough, someone did ask, not one of the many friends I had in this particular fraternity but a stranger. Yet, remembering Mark, I said yes. He on the other hand begged off due to family reasons, and so I went through it without him.
During a drinking session at his house, we talked about blogs. Neither one of us had one but we enjoyed reading stuff people wrote. He encouraged me to write one, he was planning the same. I wasn’t too hot on the idea then, but 4 years later, here I am bored to death and writing to stay sane. He still doesn’t have one, by the way.
During college again, we were always the loudmouths heckling the organization’s officers about an outing for the break. One day, the then chairman suddenly and without warning assigned us to organize it. We planned and planned over many bottles of beer, but the day prior suddenly realized that we had done nothing yet! Off we went to Los Banos, with my car’s battery kaput and with less than 24 hours before the outing to look for a resort. The house was great and while walking the surrounding areas, found a great little spot where the view was spectacular. We instantly made a pact to keep this spot secret and during the party discreetly lure our “partners” to the spot for some quality time. Getting there, after a few drinks and dinner, I made off to the secret spot, someone in tow. Mark was still at the party and did not seem to notice me heading off. As the crowd thinned out, he looked for me and asked someone where I was, to which the reply was that I went in that direction with “others”. Mark grew furious, thinking I gave away the spot. He called on everyone and charged there with the mob, only to find me not even seeing the pitch yet! He realized his mistake but it was too late. Blue balls had set in, and now everyone was there, no chance at privacy. Asswipe.
Well, there are a lot of other stories which comes naturally when you’re friends with someone over the years. Hope he gets well, still have to repay that debt I owe him high up in the mountains of Los Banos…
“I’ve this new product, do you know royal jelly?” Says the salesman.
“Hai… yes. From bees?” Says the Japanese fellow.
“Yes, from bees. This product I have is 300 times more potent!”
“Why?”
“It was developed from Italian bees…”
At this point, I knew I had to turn and run. Italian bees? ITALIAN bees? My mind was playing tricks on me. In the first place, what do Italian bees have that other bees don’t? If you prick them, do they not bleed? If you tickle them, do they not have a “bee-laughing” fit? What if the hive was right on the Italian border with France, does this affect the general quality of the “royal jelly”? Did the pope bless them with holy water, thus creating a superior master bee-race? Vafancu…
So if you got Jollibee’s “royal jelly”, would it taste like secret sauce?
*****
The whole day has been marked by laziness. Up till now, I can’t seem to bring myself to do anything productive. I should be doing a number of things instead of writing, but then my brain and muscles simply won’t budge.
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Talked over the phone with my friend Mark. Surgery went well, he’s resting and recuperating in the hospital till Tuesday I think. Sounded kind of groggy, he just woke up and was still medicated. Managed to make him chuckle at an absurd remark, so I guess he’s alright.
Come to think of it, Mark was the person who has led me into a number of things that on my own I wouldn’t have done in the first place. Back in college, I was not really into the whole fraternity culture and was quite content being a “barbarian”. Mark was already decided on joining one and had asked me to go with it as well. Around that time, fratmen stopped courting me and so I assumed that I was no longer one of the select few. I told him I would consider it if they asked. True enough, someone did ask, not one of the many friends I had in this particular fraternity but a stranger. Yet, remembering Mark, I said yes. He on the other hand begged off due to family reasons, and so I went through it without him.
During a drinking session at his house, we talked about blogs. Neither one of us had one but we enjoyed reading stuff people wrote. He encouraged me to write one, he was planning the same. I wasn’t too hot on the idea then, but 4 years later, here I am bored to death and writing to stay sane. He still doesn’t have one, by the way.
During college again, we were always the loudmouths heckling the organization’s officers about an outing for the break. One day, the then chairman suddenly and without warning assigned us to organize it. We planned and planned over many bottles of beer, but the day prior suddenly realized that we had done nothing yet! Off we went to Los Banos, with my car’s battery kaput and with less than 24 hours before the outing to look for a resort. The house was great and while walking the surrounding areas, found a great little spot where the view was spectacular. We instantly made a pact to keep this spot secret and during the party discreetly lure our “partners” to the spot for some quality time. Getting there, after a few drinks and dinner, I made off to the secret spot, someone in tow. Mark was still at the party and did not seem to notice me heading off. As the crowd thinned out, he looked for me and asked someone where I was, to which the reply was that I went in that direction with “others”. Mark grew furious, thinking I gave away the spot. He called on everyone and charged there with the mob, only to find me not even seeing the pitch yet! He realized his mistake but it was too late. Blue balls had set in, and now everyone was there, no chance at privacy. Asswipe.
Well, there are a lot of other stories which comes naturally when you’re friends with someone over the years. Hope he gets well, still have to repay that debt I owe him high up in the mountains of Los Banos…
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