Sometimes things just turn out your way, and when that happens, expect a lot more disturbing surprises up ahead. Take work, for example, the more you get involved in your work the more the boss notices that you haven't been doing enough. Such irony considering that when you do not put in the effort, things seem to go your way and work out just fine. I suspect it's because you're suddenly thrust in the spotlight that the expectations become greater, rather than being behind the scenes and just showing up at the office merits a pat on the back.
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It's officially day 3 and I'm fine. As resolutions go, this one's becoming a piece of cake. Yes, it's a secret and I'm committed to not telling anyone lest the pressure should set in and ruin everything for me. I'm aiming for 100, that should take me well into the 'ber' months. I'm keeping my fingers crossed just in case.
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A few weeks ago, I bought a pillow. It's one of the new additions to my home. I didn't really need it but I just wanted a fluffier, softer support for my nighttime reading purposes. Now here's the thing about getting what seemingly is an innocent item, it proposes a lot more that you find yourself not content with the set-up that you originally have.
Having had the luxury of this fine pillow, I now want more. One of the items that I want is a new bed. The cheap metal frame that I got two years ago is no longer enough, and I want one of those heavy, bulky beds. Of course with the bed follows the mattress. A plump 10-inch soft mattress would suffice I guess, and sheets of Egyptian cotton too. But why stop there? Of course I have to match my wall to the general feel of the new bed, a bit of orange to the wall and a bright red ceiling, perhaps? Not to mention new drapes for my window. I've also been looking at carpet tiles for the floor, they're a bit pricey but not having to wake up to the cold, hard tiles is probably worth it. How about a new lamp? And a side-table for that matter. A divan for the bed-end, and a poster of sheep charging through green fields.
When does it end?!
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My boss got me today. Knowing my moratorium on carbs, she brought a jar full of chocolate truffles. I was strong, the delectable delights were successfully avoided. What bothers me is that she gave everyone on the floor a piece, then offered me the last 4 pieces. I waved them off, then she let a smirk onto her face and put the jar on her table in my full view.
A few weeks ago, she tried this little stunt with pizza. Unfortunately for her, pizza (along with beer and halo-halo) were exempted from the moratorium. I chowed down on 3 slices with minimal effort and she was left aghast at how quickly the crumbs fell on her table.
Her small victory gives me the creeps, eventually I know I'll give in. It's a matter of procuring the right kryptonite. Better lace up those running shoes, just in case I've to add another exemption to the list.
*****
It's the sister's birthday in a few days. Normally no one in our family gives a crap about it. We're not the sweet and caring family model that seem to be the norm. Yet this year, I'm thinking of giving her a gift. Nothing fancy (and certainly nothing expensive!) but I just thought with all the DVDs, books, magazines and other things that I stole from her all these years, it's probably time I gave something back.
Okay, here's what I'm thinking: Either a cheap utility bag for all her beach stuff, a book (second hand, of course), a french press (which I will eventually "borrow") or a bottle of dishwashing detergent (well, I have a dozen at home, need to dispose of them sometime).
My only fear is that this will usher in a new tradition of gift giving among the siblings, not something I'm totally comfortable with as we keep forgetting each other's birthdays, anyway. This is actually one big reason that I'm still undecided on a gift other than detergent. Oh well, I'll let you know in two weeks. Until then, detergent has my vote!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Six (Reprinted)
Loneliness is probably one of the most taken for granted feelings in a person's existence. This I realized while mindlessly sitting on the couch. It is during these times when you're alone do you realize and appreciate some of the best moments of your life.
1. The tight embrace of a person that you really care about.
2. The sheer joy of being able to get that thing that you really really wanted.
3. The laughter, whether with or at yourself. All those times seem so precious.
4. Telling someone you love them for the last time.
5. Winning something that you truly worked hard for.
6. That time when your parents were sincerely proud of you.
7. Making someone smile despite their lowest moments.
8. Getting a thank you.
9. Your first pet.
10. Seeing a long lost friend again.
It would seem that loneliness brings out the best moments. No wonder I find a certain type of joy in my darkest hours, and knowing that you're at a loss makes you wonder what lies ahead.
1. The tight embrace of a person that you really care about.
2. The sheer joy of being able to get that thing that you really really wanted.
3. The laughter, whether with or at yourself. All those times seem so precious.
4. Telling someone you love them for the last time.
5. Winning something that you truly worked hard for.
6. That time when your parents were sincerely proud of you.
7. Making someone smile despite their lowest moments.
8. Getting a thank you.
9. Your first pet.
10. Seeing a long lost friend again.
It would seem that loneliness brings out the best moments. No wonder I find a certain type of joy in my darkest hours, and knowing that you're at a loss makes you wonder what lies ahead.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
I Pity the Fools!
May called up this morning out of the blue as I was driving to work, late as usual. The birthday extravaganza was scheduled on the weekend, plans for wii games, drinking and socializing. Apparently, that wasn't the only reason for the call, curiosity played a key role in her dialing me up.
A few days back, desperate for some perspective on a situation that I was tangled up in, I gave her a call hoping for a conversation over some drinks. She was unavailable then and so a raincheck was issued. I didn't want to give details so I left just clues on the topic. Living with a feline, I guess curiosity must have infected her and triggered a barrage of questioning which I had successfully parred with heckling and a disrupted cell phone signal.
Okay, so why did I think of contacting them (and them to mean including Jane who shares a pad with May)? Well, unlike some of my other friends, they are more or less insulated from certain occurrences and trivial matters pertaining to the situation at hand. This provides me with the convenience of a third party opinion that has yet to be influenced by gray matters. Though of course I have to take into consideration some bias that may result from them hearing only my side of the story (stories?), if only for the purposes of hearing from an outsider (to some extent) they offer the perfect set of ears and invaluable opinion.
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Hmm, maybe I should tell the story of how I met these two "victims". May and Jane are holdovers from the "recent-ex-era". Jane was a friend from goose school while May is her best friend since their college days at the nest of oxygen-deprived eagles. They share an apartment where Dyan used to stay as well. Fortunately, they were alcoholics just like me and thus I enjoyed mooching beer and liquor off them.
Thankfully, my parasitism survived the break-up and I continue my shameless dependence on their alcoholic generosity. Now, I use them for more than just alcohol, including invading May's Baguio apartment for free accommodations and forcing Jane to illegally download disney animated classics for my entertainment. (Hmm, must remind myself to force Jane into burning them for me on dvd)
You may wonder why I am pretty open about this when they might chance upon this particular post of mine. Two things: 1. They moved to a different pad, thus they still don't have an internet connection, severely limiting their virtual range. 2. I don't think they actually read this blog anyways, undoubtedly due to the boredom that it brings as well as its propensity to induce severe vomiting and alcoholism all at the same time.
Well, it's now Thursday and the extravaganza is scheduled for Saturday. Though I doubt that we'd have a chance to get to the serious stuff, it's another great opportunity to mooch off unsuspecting friends.
A few days back, desperate for some perspective on a situation that I was tangled up in, I gave her a call hoping for a conversation over some drinks. She was unavailable then and so a raincheck was issued. I didn't want to give details so I left just clues on the topic. Living with a feline, I guess curiosity must have infected her and triggered a barrage of questioning which I had successfully parred with heckling and a disrupted cell phone signal.
Okay, so why did I think of contacting them (and them to mean including Jane who shares a pad with May)? Well, unlike some of my other friends, they are more or less insulated from certain occurrences and trivial matters pertaining to the situation at hand. This provides me with the convenience of a third party opinion that has yet to be influenced by gray matters. Though of course I have to take into consideration some bias that may result from them hearing only my side of the story (stories?), if only for the purposes of hearing from an outsider (to some extent) they offer the perfect set of ears and invaluable opinion.
*****
Hmm, maybe I should tell the story of how I met these two "victims". May and Jane are holdovers from the "recent-ex-era". Jane was a friend from goose school while May is her best friend since their college days at the nest of oxygen-deprived eagles. They share an apartment where Dyan used to stay as well. Fortunately, they were alcoholics just like me and thus I enjoyed mooching beer and liquor off them.
Thankfully, my parasitism survived the break-up and I continue my shameless dependence on their alcoholic generosity. Now, I use them for more than just alcohol, including invading May's Baguio apartment for free accommodations and forcing Jane to illegally download disney animated classics for my entertainment. (Hmm, must remind myself to force Jane into burning them for me on dvd)
You may wonder why I am pretty open about this when they might chance upon this particular post of mine. Two things: 1. They moved to a different pad, thus they still don't have an internet connection, severely limiting their virtual range. 2. I don't think they actually read this blog anyways, undoubtedly due to the boredom that it brings as well as its propensity to induce severe vomiting and alcoholism all at the same time.
Well, it's now Thursday and the extravaganza is scheduled for Saturday. Though I doubt that we'd have a chance to get to the serious stuff, it's another great opportunity to mooch off unsuspecting friends.
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