Adanaar

Hihihihi.



Yey me!

After a tiring, not so good, not so bad, stressful day.

"I know why you're mom reminded you about that pregnancy thing."

"Why?"

"Because she saw two towels in the bathroom."

"Oh, no. It wasn't there then."

"Oh, okay. That's good then."

Scoff, scoff.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're weird."

"Why?"

"Because I'm your dirty little secret."

"Oh, please don't think that. Please. You know you're not."

Then prove otherwise.

"Please. We both are not in good states of mind to talk about that."

"Yes. Not tonight."

As if there ever would be a night.

Pause.

"Well, I was thinking of going to see you tonight but we're both in quite bad moods, and I don't quite have the energy to drive, plus you have work tomorrow."

Oh please! Wanting but can't? Bull!

"Yes, don't. I have work tomorrow. And it would be the clash of the titans."

"You're funny."

Nyek.

Leo's funny status

Leo, my best friend Apes' brother, had the funniest YM status recently:

Who will win, Israel or Lebanon? VOTE NOW.

In the event of reality tv competitions, winners decided from poll results, maybe voting on it could just be the answer to the problem, and let the victor walk away with the $1 M prize. And then we forget about them afterwards.

Sigarilyo

Nakakatawa. Dito lang sa Amerika ako nakakita talaga ng naninigarilyo sa loob ng kotse na nakataas ang bintana. Hello?! Kung hindi man mga tanga ang mga taong yun, hindi ko na alam kung ano pang tawag sakanila. Tapos magtataka pa sila kung bakit sila mag-k-k-cancer. Hindi ba sila makapaghintay na umabot sa nearest Starbucks or at least to get out of their cars bago magsindi? Kung ano man ang sinabing kasalanan ng tobacco industry na ni-m-misrepresent nila ang real harm ng paninigarilyo sa paglagay ng "Lights" o "Low Tar", nasa discretion na yon ng smoker kung gagamit sya o hindi. Ang tanga naman ng maninigarilyo ng "Lights" or "Low Tar" kung ang isip nila ay less harmful yun. Nyek noh. Sa akin, mas gusto ko yun dahil mas light yung tama. Hindi dahil mas makakaiwas ako sa cancer. Kaya nasa discretion din yun ng smoker kung kailan sya magsisindi. Sa open air, or sa loob ng kotse na sarado ang bintana. Kung sabagay, sarili lang naman nilang hangin ang ni-p-pollute nila. Sige, okay lang. Wala na kong pakialam. Tanga parin sila though.

Labo kasi eh. Sobrang napasama yung tobacco industry at ni-rule ng isang judge yung misrepresentation na conspiracy pa daw. Hello?! Hindi ba yung mere fact na sinasabi nilang sigarilyo ang binebenta nila, enough na yun? Buti kung sinabi nilang candy ang laman ng pack. Yun ang misrepresentation.

Seriously, we don't have to make things complicated.

Pluto

Can the exceptional people of the International Astronomical Union decide already how they are going to define what a planet is so I can get my nephew an updated solar system? Will it be just 8 (minus Pluto) or 10 (plus Xena) or 12 (plus Xena, Ceres and Charon) or 53 (plus all the ones currently considered as asteroids)?

Ate Jinggay posted some inane conversations she had with Marivic and Tara.

I miss them. Them the people. Them the conversations.

We would be sitting out in the open-air corridors of our buildings, talking about everything, about nothing; laughing, mostly laughing, laughing out loud until our neighbors, the Capuchinos, get irritated. Not that we would stop when they would. They get irritated and we carry on.

We were just being kids. When nothing mattered.

We're adults. When did that happen? And how do we make it stop? -- Meredith Grey, Grey's Anatomy

Such inane conversations keep us young. Once in a while, I would be blessed to catch them online. We had the tendency to reminisce, of course, still laughing at the same things, i.e. people (hihihi). I still ask Ate Jing for her advise on the most important thing in the world that needs intense deliberation: SHOES. Naturally, I'd be enjoying those moments. But then I'd be missing them so much. It would be so much funner to be shopping with her.

I wish I could pack them in my suitcase (that's if they'll let me of course). But then again, with all the uber high level security at airports, that's going to be harder.

Not impossible though, but harder. :P -- Phoebe's grandma, Friends

Magnetic Poetry

It did overcome writer's block. I wonder where the topic of death came from though.

It was immaculate, the moon. At 6 am, it peered in between two houses when I saw it this morning, huge, full, and orange, and it was as if it were a permanent fixture in the sky.

Of course, as it is with my usual connection with the moon, it gave me that momentary peace, and that reminder that there is a lot of beauty in the heavens.

It reminded me also of this one time that I had an argument with my 4-year old nephew about the mechanism of sunrise and sunset. He does not believe me that the moon does not hide behind the mountains during the day. But I was impressed on how he presented his case:

"Auntie, look," he said as he clenched both his hands into a fist and raised it up in the air, "This is the sun, and this is the moon. When the sun is up, the moon is down. And then at night the sun will go down, and then the moon will go up. See?"

"Cushie, in reality, neither the sun nor the moon goes up or down. There is our planet, Earth," and I held a fist in between both of his, "And actually, it is the Earth that is rotating."

"NO!"

The discussion was grueling. I don't think he was convinced. Same way as he was not convinced that he could not just add a Planet Steven in the Solar System.

"Hey you."

"Hey! You finally thought about me today!"

"Oh no. I got up at 2:30 pm. I hung out with Alessandro last night. But I always think about you."

"Hmmm... I find that hard to believe. So where did you guys go?"

"We went to Berkeley to meet up with some of his friends."

--- after a few minutes ---

"Hey, I'm sorry I couldn't come over tonight. I have to close the restaurant."

"Well, I kind of figured when you said you woke up at 2:30. You could only take the evening off if you open."

And plus I kind of figured too when at 10 pm, you're still not here.

"Are you upset?"

"Does it matter?"

Does it matter if I were upset? Does it matter if I had been waiting for you? Does it matter that I wanted to see you tonight? Does it matter if I don't want you to leave for Europe?

Really, now. Does it matter?

Of course I did not say that out loud.

Nyek.

"So are you going to keep watching that Spanish news channel?"

"Sure, I will. The only thing though it does not have any translations. So I'm going to have to make out what's happening around the world from the pictures."

"Well, use it to practice, then."

Practice? You want me to practice? Does that mean that you want me to learn?

I have:

cleaned my bathroom (including my oval tub)
cooked my lunch for all of next week
logged one issue of Conde Nast Traveler to my library database
read that issue of the magazine
answered my 100 item GMP questionnaire
treated my hair with coconut hot oil home treatment
read 3 lessons from my French coursebook
done 200 sit-ups
spoken with Apes on the phone
baked a dozen cupcakes
had dinner.

And I am officially bored.

In between those of course were moments where I stared blankly through space, thinking only about one person. I am afraid that this person is becoming my obsession, my Zahir, as Paulo Coelho had described the character of Esther to his protagonist in his novel of the same title. He has consumed me completely. Well, my feelings for him have consumed me completely. Yet he does not know.

"Don't let him know," I was told, "He'll definitely drop you." This is because while he is my Zahir, he, on the other hand, is planning on fulfilling his Personal Legend. (I had told Paulo Coelho on a recent online discussion about The Alchemist that he very much connects to us, his readers because he talks of things that we experience in our real lives. I mean, that's two novels for me already. Add Veronika Decides to Die for my depressive state. And now that's three!)

Anyway. Like I've mentioned from my previous post, I am so much for people achieving their dreams, and because of this "love" for this man, I, naturally, would, and should, act as Fatima did. The only thing though is Santiago loved her back, and so he would return to her.

Rachel whined in Friends when Monica told her not to tell Ross about how she feels, "Why? People love hearing that!"

My thoughts exactly.

But, I'll just wait. Maybe that's what all this is teaching me. As of now my Zahir has equally driven me to a state of complete bliss to a state of madness. Not one over the other yet. When that happens though, well, I guess all I can do is imagine myself weeping by the River Piedra.

For a synopsis and my review of The Zahir, check out my multiply.

"I would hate to see you leave."

"I won't be disappearing from the planet. I'd still be around."

"Of course, I know that. And don't get me wrong; I'm all for people fulfilling their dreams."

"Come and see me."

"I don't know."

"Why? Your parents?"

"Oh no!"

"Work? You can't get time off?"

"Oh I can."

"Why not then?"

"I'm just not sure if it's a good idea."

"Oh. Well, it's just something that I have been thinking of doing for the past 10 years, and now I've decided to make it happen."

"I'll visit you when you're in Venice, then."

"That's the attitude I'm looking for."

Then that's the attitude I shall have. Now I only have to convince myself and make myself be that way.

tagged by VERA

3 people who make me laugh:
ate jing, cushie, rem

3 things I love:
the moon, pleasant surprises, and this scene: a girl and a guy in the comfort of each other's embrace watching the news.

3 things I hate:
pompous idiocy, the culturally inept or impudent, and not getting what I want (ooops, that may not sound so good)

3 things on my desk (at home):
2 photo printers (1 point lang yan ha :P), post card of O ren ishii from Kerlo, Take A Vision Break leaflet

3 things I am doing right now:
answering this, chatting with ate jing and marivic, listening to hed kandi

3 things I want to do before I die:
discover a scientific breakthrough, get lost (and be found, of course) in the markets of Marrakesh, make love under the stars on a yacht on Lake Como.

3 things I can do:
create the perfect bubble bath experience; shoot, enhance and frame pictures, all remarkably; follow driving directions.

3 ways to describe my personality:
trusting, decorous, vain

3 things people might not know about me:
that i write at my best when i'm depressed; that i believe in the inherent goodness of everyone; that i have some principles that i live by but i have other principles that are easily swayed.

3 things I think you should listen to:
yes, your mom -- and dad... more your mom; sirens on emergency service vehicles (move out of the way, or get hit); instructions (whether it's your prof or the inflight attendant, or whether you already know, it's very helpful)

3 things I don't think you should listen to ever:
other people's opinion about people you haven't met, anything too loud and high-pitched (it's bad for your ears, duh), and yes, novelty songs hehe

3 of my absolute favorite foods:
cheesecake, tiramisu, oysters

3 things I'd like to learn:
read, write and speak japanese fluently; swim; make ravioli from scratch

3 beverages I drink regularly:
water, milk, orange juice

3 shows I watched when I was a child:
sesame street, teenage mutant ninja turtles, shaider

3 people I tag to do this:
ay I'm such a loser, I don't know any bloggers other than ate jing and kerol. sorry. :P

Last day of my work week, excited for the weekend, thrilled about the class I was going to attend.

Quite happy for the first time in a while. My head filled with such positive thoughts.

All ready to go.

Then my car won't start.

First two seconds after my attempt: FUCK, FUCK!

But I was in a better mood. I did not let something like this bring me down.

"Oh. Okay," I said calmly. Took out my phone, called my coworker, asked her if she could pick me up.

So it went on pretty much like a normal day. Actually even a little better than a normal day. My coworker drove me home, and I had everything planned on how I would handle the situation. I would call my roadside assistance, have them come over, and let them do what they need to do that I know absolutely nothing about. (I did learn though this afternoon that I needed a jump start. Cool.) See, I am quite good in fixing things, actually quite a troubleshooter. I am at all not prissy with tools. Heck, I frame my own pictures, with the mat board and stuff, very professionally. But I just don't know anything about cars because I frankly never needed to. I bet you though, if I did before, I would know this. But seriously, ugh.

Nice lady answers and tells me that Mr. Tow Truck person guy will be here an hour later, which was okay, really. I would have time to clean my place a little bit before Jesus comes, shave my legs, post a blog, and have time to spare. Thirty minutes after I placed the call, another nice lady called to tell me that Mr. Tow Truck Man was at the gate. Oh, goodie then.

Apparently the three minutes of him going around my apartment complex to look for my parking space threw him off. This grumpy old man who I was entrusting my car to was just too, well, grumpy! Instead of unscrewing the cover of my battery, he was freaking pulling it apart! I was trying to get the better of me, it is too good of a day to be spoiled by this jerk. So my car starts, good; I drive around, good; I turned the engine off and on again, uh-oh. Me having had the misfortune of meeting grumpy old Mr. Tow Truck Man was futile.

Ugh.

Thankfully, Jesus is coming over, we're going to work on it, see what we can do.

I hate to say this, but apparently, aside from sex and possible emotional and existential fulfillment, that's another point for having a man in a woman's life.

Okay.

I made it through the creation of my blog to using a skin to adding links to posting this message.

I think I can shut my eyes now.

Tomorrow is my Friday, so there shall be some postings galore.

Ate Jing, thanks again! Mwah!

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"How are you?" One asks.

The other one pauses.

"Spare me five minutes, and I'll tell you how I am," one answers, "otherwise, I am doing alright."