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Thursday, September 28, 2006
Rainy Days and Random Thoughts4:46pmMusic: I Heard It Through The Grapevine (Instrumental) - from MRT radio (Yep, guys! MRT has built in sounds. So, you will not be listening to noisy people around and the lousy, err, driver.) I forgot to add that I had two bottles of beer in last Sunday's ocassion. After a few months, I was able to fill myself again with alcohol. I wasn't intoxiated at all. But I got tipsy and bloated. Over the years, my alcohol tolerance has mellowed. And boy was I happy about that. I do not only use that as an excuse but also my personal limit when it comes to drinking sprees. ******** Last Sunday, it was shown in TV commercial that the La Mesa Dam baller bands ar available at all Goldilocks branches and (insert a name of a certain establishment here - Sorry, I forgot). Monday came. I searched for the band in Greenbelt and Ayala-MRT branch. Unfortunately, the former has not stock yet and the latter has just ran out of it. I am not really in baller ids. But with its purpose to support the rehabilitation aand maintainance od clean water source (reservior), I am more than happy to get myself one and wear it. Actually, I got two. I figured that Farmer's has a Goldilocks outlet somewhere so I courageously asked for directions from security guards. They were not as helpful as I expected. They seemed to be a bit unfamiliar with their whole building. But I managed to land infront of the cashier where they have a few stocks remaining. I thought that the only stocks left where the ones taped on an announcement at the other counter. I even tore one and was about to pay for it. But miss cashier had some. It costs P25 each. And it's in light bluse with words, "One Water" - an image of a water droplet in between. ******** I feel relieved. After almost two weeks sans of veggies, I finally had a good serving of its mixed kind for my lunch earlier. I think it was ginataang sitaw at kalabasa. I do not prefer food with pure meat in it. There has to be some soup and of course, veggies. Random Thoughts in a Sooper Rainy (Stormy) Day5:50pmMusic: Natasha Bedingfield's last hit song Stormy weather sucks. Wet feet. Slippery road. Flood. In health science, disease. But that's not the only one life-threatening. Flying roofs, fallen trees, cut electrical wirings. ******** Last week, I chanced upon a foreigner, who seemed to be Latina, in one of the malls here asking a saleslady where she can get dried mangoes. Ironically, as I was on my way home, a vendor hoped in the bus selling dried mangoes. As part of his sales tactic, he hands out a small card that reads something like the money he will earn from selling his goods will be used in his studies. A more striking message included sounds like "it is better to work hard than to beg..." ******** This is another basic courtesy issue. I was excited about my lunch. Though it gives me ocassional stomachache from being full, I still look forward to it when the clock hits 2:30pm. Someone was using the microwave over. He was heating a cup noodle, which eventually has overflown inside the oven. I wiped the base off before putting my rice container in. After I set the timer to a minute, I rushed to my station to grab my water container. When I got back to check my food, someone from another account was fixing something inside. She put in her and her friends food. When she knew that I saw what she did, she even made a comment that I might be in a hurry. I felt a bit weird. Why the hell will someone touch something that she doesn't own? And we are talking about food here. I do not even know her. I just talked to my teammate who was washing her dishes that time. I know she sensed that I was a little pissed. The girl even had the guts to open the oven again since the plate didn't want to rotate. Their containers were hitting the sides of the oven. See how much hassle she caused on me? It took more than a minute for my food to be heated. That was rude. Knowing me, I didn't say anything. I just gave them a weird look and shook my head. Perhaps, she's a newbie. Put it a newbie with an attitude. Funny how I observe how worse new hires get. She was carrying her furby toy all the while. I could've thrown in that thing inside the microwave oven. But I like furby.
posted by Arn  at 5:43 PM
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Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Damn Pain
6:43pmAfter a hearty lunch, my stomach is now crumbling from something else. I just fininshed the remaining pan de sal stuffed with hotdog that I prepared for my breakfast. (Leftover breakfast at almost 7pm, why not?) My lunch was one of those meals wrapped in a small banana leaf and big paper. You will have an impression that it's fresh. But that meat in your meal is only heated in a microwave oven. Plus the additional slated egg and sliced of tomatoes are refrigerated. It seemed decent, though. From all of these, what I really look forward to is the sawsawan. Is this called a dip in English. You know, you have that vinegar spiced with lots chopped onions, garlic, chili; ground pepper and some calamansi juice. Other than that, I still add another piece of chili for my very own blend of hot sauce. I think that vinegar kicked me. I was hungry. I iimediately tasted tapa (beef) meat with a spoonful of hot sauce. Wrong move, wasn't it? Now I have this freakin' stomachache from my stupid move. I am now thinking how will I reach home. I feel like throwing up and taking a poop at the same time. Weird and gross. Anyway, I am strong. And I know I handle this. Haha! I need that optimism and self encouragement.
posted by Arn at 6:59 PM
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Monday, September 25, 2006
Social Studies In The Works5:36pm
I attended my childhood friend's daughter baptism. I learned about it Saturday. I was buying our drinking water from their refill station when his aunt told me to tell my mom to attend the ocassion. By the time I was about to leave the area, my friend dropped by. He personally asked me to go with my mom. I told him that my might will be going to my lola's house on Sunday. And that made me go there alone. I prepared early since I will be joining my friend's relatives. I know them personally since we basically grew in our place plus our moms and dads are friends with each other. We are neighbors, too. I was all done by 10:30am. They texted my sister to tell me that we are already leaving at around 12:30pm. I didn't compain though because I had more time watching tv. At first, I didn't really want to go. Aside from the fact that I will definitely shy away for the rest of my existence in the event, I might just look snob as I keep me away from people. I knew that I will see my other childhood friends and high school classmates which I both both hated and liked. I know somewhere down the line, the one in his flashiest outfit will not just shine but will also be the sweetest talker. I am used to this some kind of ego from some of my childhood friends. Unfortunately, I was the usual victim before. So, there. Upon arrival, I find a nice spot to sit down. I felt myself comfy sitting near the entrance. I was actually with my friend's kid cousins. Children around me goofing around but I didn't mind. At least, no boredom for me to kick of my arrival. As the rest of the guests and his family members came, I spotted my other friends. Now, I am more used to handling their egos. I joined them. And later on, transferred from one table to another until we found the perfect place for us to dine. We were the last to get our meal. Among all the food served, I liked fettucine. I think we were 7 people in one small table. But that was fine. We shared some laughter and stories plus a lot of catching up especially with me. I don't remember the last time they saw me. Likewise, on my part. They've always managed to go malling or go to their apartment or go home together. They've been also communicating through sms. I also greeted my mom's friends. I was happy that my friend's mom didn't recogised me when I talked to her. That means I've improved. She told me that she hasn't seen my for quite awhile. FYI, I've been friends with his son for the longest time. I celebrate my birthday a day before his. And we've been servicemates and schoolmates back in elementary, high school and college. Of course, scrap the service part in high school and college since we knew how to commute then. calculating, that might root back in the year 1985. Now, my friend has 2 kids already. His first born is 3 years old, I think. His youngest, the one who was just baptized, is 4 months old. He got married right after graduating from college. Why not? He's rich. By the way, aside from his job, he has his water refilling station business. His own house looks good. And we are on the same age. If only I was lucky as him, you know. Anyway, I was surrounded by at least three celebrities yesterday. Yes, my friend has 2 celebrity cousins. The other that was with them was the other's beau. No, they didn't ask anything from me nor they talk to me. Perhaps, they don't remember. I was one table away from them. But I managed not to look at them ever so often even though they've been the apple of the eye of most of the people in the reception. I'm used to them. Like my friend, I've known them way before. But it's cool to see them after they transferred school back in the 90s and after being popular in local tv. A high school classmate, who's with his girlfriend, was also there. Same thing as others noticed about me, I was thin. But the exchange of 'what's up' was okay. If I was surrounded with college friends, say acquaintance party or something, I will definitely more at ease. I can sit on one corner and enjoy the crowd. I may even roam around to check if I know anybody. I still need to learn to be exposed to alot of people. I was even practicing at home in case someone whom I haven't seen for a long while approach me and ask me all different things that I do not normally answer. You know, I should not just shut up if they're trying to make a conversation. I know that they just want to update themselves with regards to me. That's just I want to say. I am learning to appreciate myself more.
posted by Arn at 6:21 PM
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Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Love, Hate This Day4:26pmAs much as I want to hate this day, I can't. My left eye is still a bit irritated. A stye, though it loss some mass, is still on my upper eyelid. But I can bear it. My glasses can actually hide it or give the person in front of me a certain glare for it to be unnoticed. I am still sick. From last saturday night, I still feel I am not back in my normal self. Amidst the fever, clogged nose and dry cough, it's my energy that I miss. It has been tiring for me to walk from the MRT station to my office. My so called kasu-kasuan ache. This must've been flu. Maybe a flu. I haven't checked with a doctor yet. Knowing me, I will stick with self medication. But these pills are killing me. I feel sicker. And my morning ritual tends to be abnormal. Morning ritual meaning my session in our bathroom. Perhaps, pills somehow affect the cycle in me. Blame me if I still chose to be in the office. I think I have more productive things to do in here than to be home resting. Know what? I've been checking my skin if I have spots. There has been a case of dengue fever in our place. Our house is a pretty mosquito-infested haven. And I do not want anyone close to me obtaining that disease. Also, I cannot eat properly. Since yesterday, I have become too lazy thinking about what food to eat. Moreso, if I should eat or not. Oh, I just blew my nose. And it's already bleeding because I clean it with tissue paper that much. Of course, I do not want anything dangling in my nostrils. My eyes , too, are teary. My back is aching. And I feel coooooooold. But everybody goes through it. Lagnat laki lang 'to. Perhaps, I am just dramatizing my journey going home at night. Usually, it is raining. And waiting for a ride home is like waiting in vain for your love. Oh, that's minus the love. I visited my grandma last Saturday afternoon. It was a hot day. I brought her 2 fresh buko juice, which she loves to freeze inside her fridge for that sherbet style of dessert, and varieties of bread. After a couple of hours in her house, I went home carrying the wallpaper my aunt/godmother gave my sister. A few hours of tv and food, then, I took a bath almost midnight already. This is how I analyzed the cause of my sickness now. Before I forget, my latest find in my suking supermarket is Nay Charing's Sinangag mix. I got its Longganisa flavor. But it comes with Bistek Tagalog and the other one. I'm not sure if its brand is Nay Charing. I have to check that one once I get home.
posted by Arn at 4:54 PM
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Friday, September 15, 2006
A Few Things I wanna Share
5:19pm1. I have a stye on my left eye. It has been there for two days now. 2. From Mama Sita's and Del Monte Kitchenomics recipes, I made a list for my future lunch plans. 3. It was my first time to use my credit card last night towards a purchase of a Charcoal brand sandals. From its case, it read, "leather leisure flatties." From flip flops that are banned in the office, I now have flatties. But why are there some people who's in their slippers? 4. I am not tired posting. My access is just limited. By the time I have my access to post, it's either I lose inspiration or I doze off. 5. I was able to control myself in buying another pair of chucks. That was my original plan until I saw Charcoal. From P1650, I spent at least 600 bucks. But I need to get those white sneakers. 7. Kindly take time to read this interesting feature. 8. UST Salinggawi Dance Troupe won its 5th straight UAAP Cheerdance Championship. 9. You guys have a happy weekend!
posted by Arn at 6:36 PM
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Thursday, September 07, 2006
'Cos I've Been Afraid Of Changin'3:57pmMusic: Di Na Natuto - Sound (from Kami nAPO Muna, APO Hiking Society Tribute album) Ya, I know. My title is part of the song, "Landslide." Landslide that can swallow you, me and the rest of the community. Several feet above us will turn darker as this comes closer to our skin. We might survive. But from the headlines, chances are little. Spin when tumbling down. If I puke, I might as well take it in to save me from starving. How I placed a few things at my center only disheartened me. They are not worth that place. Intriguing how I became vulnerable to take 'em and risk my own soul. But my soiled feet are as heavy as my sored hands. My defenses could've been conquered by both my strength and weakness - you... I miss the days when throwing a dirty finger to answer a friend's joke was still cool. And that cursing is like saying a grace before meal. Sweet at the same time bitter. Bittersweet, eh? I am so used to it. I do not want to change even a single piece of a broken heart. Let them be. To heal and to scar. To rot and to die. More than this, I am afraid to lose a nightmare of you. Haunting me in the depth of my memory, in the silence of my sleep, in the heart of my worry-infested ocean. Without your pathetic attempt to guide me somewhere away from my most loved place, I must've been exactly there dipping my feet in a cold, flowing river. Still, I chose to be ruined by you because you make everything complete by showing me what a big mistake I am to be kept. But I did not request for it nor did I try to catch your eye. You came near and nearer until I looked like an orphaned puppy. (Or was I a gold coin that time?) You never let me see the other side even before the first wave of landslide hit me. What I was standing at became what is over me. And that first had its second and its third until it has the habit hitting me. Hit after hit. I am happy that walking is not the only talent I learned from you. But again, I need to remind myself that you make me strong and weak.
posted by Arn at 4:48 PM
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