Still Up in the Running!

I'm back! Golly, I miss blogging!

Not much story, just a few updates:

1. My friend Jed's back from Singapore and now we can finalize our Korea trip. As pasalubong from Sing, she bought a 3-cd set of Korean telenovela OSTs. Yahoo! Definitely love it.

2. Back to working out at the office gym. Arrggghhh! Leg presses and other exercises (including abs) are okay. Upper body work-out is a pain. Can't complete a set without pausing to grimace.

3. BS Singers now practing Jekyll and Hyde songs. LSS (Last song syndrome) "But is someone like you...found someone like me..."

4. Feelings die down eventually, and I am now honestly saying I'm over it. I just woke up one morning and realized...hmm, why haven't I thought of you lately??? Hahaha, now I don't even miss him. Don't even want to see him at all.

5. Heard Uncle Randy is finally migrating to the States. Dream come true for him, but I'll truly miss a good friend. ... Ting t'wag dito???

Confessions of a Fickle Mind

Shamelessly plugging my other blog...it's all my past, the story of my has beens.

http://ficklepickledpink.blogspot.com/

Muddy Valentine

Hay, salamat! Nairaos din!

I'm not going to bash Valentine's Day by yakking on and on about commercialism and how love is so overrated. Skip that part. I've read enough about luuuuvvvv, seen red and pink and all those little hearts and cute little boys in their birthday suit aiming a pink arrow at unarmed and unaware innocents (the poor people!).

The eve of Valentines, I got this urge to bake Mud Pie (brownies with cream and fudge). I had all these Hesheys baking chocolate and flour sitting in my kitchen, and I wanted something to give my EISG/lunch group for Valentines. Actually, I really like doing small stuff or giving little nothings, but lately, I keep forgetting.

I wanted to give one small pan to someone special...Wag na lang. I'm over you na, daba? So, why bother.

It was delicious naman daw (hmmmppph! a very big understatement!) And due to insistent demands (by mom), I baked another batch last night (huhu, dateless na nga, alipin pa!) and managed to set aside something for my BS Singers friends. I gave one to Mami Suzanne and one to Dodong Jojo. I reserved one sana for Direk, but I remembered Papa Mon and Kel weren't able to taste it, so next time na lang sila Direk...When I'm sure hindi sila sasakitan ng tyan!

I've always been worried that something would turn out bad with what I cooked. Either too sweet, or would cause a bum stomach. I worry that the flour, butter and eggs aren't fresh...and even the Vanilla! I'm so pessimistic!

So pessimistic that lately, my life has been a comedy of errors. Ms. Mel and I were really having fun laughing at MY big boos in my ever so dramatic lovelife. And because I can't hide my feelings and lie about things (even to save my pride), I ended up telling my boss (and friend) about it.

Anyway, such is life. I'm a big advocate of living life to the fullest, yet, always the one to be so scared when it comes to matters of the heart. Still, even with my trying-to-be-secretive-tactics, I manage to wear my heart on my sleeves and end up being the fool. Oh well, with love, there is nothing lost...just always, something learned.

Broken Lines

I'm over it/him, I promise! It's just that...it's a little hard seeing him again and again, or hearing his voice. I'm going on with my life, but sometimes, one can't help but reminisce, or wish for something more. Wag lang sanang magkaroon ng occassion for us to be thrown again together. I know myself well enough to know that I'm all mush inside my antipatika exterior.

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Went to the travel expo at Mega yesterday. Too many people!!! I was actually fearing another stampede, but that was just fear talking. Saw Brad Turvey...cute, not really that tall, nice complexion. One old jerk pissed me (and other people) off when he demanded (several times) people from one of the booths to give him a bag (they were for free, if you booked a flight with them). It was appalling to think that some people think they have a right to anything simply because they asked...or because they paid an entrance/registration fee. But what was more appalling was, the girl in the booth, instead of ignoring the jerk, acquised and gave in...albeit with some mumbling. Tsk tsk. This is what WE are made of. There are Jerks because there are people who let them be Jerks.

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Got my hair cut last Sunday. I didn't want or expected it to turn out this way. I had a hair spa (compliments of my elder sister) and a hair cut. I said I wanted my hair cut just way past my shoulders...the dork cut it shoulder-length...If I hadn't been calm enough, I'd have hurled the hair dryer at him!

I forgot how much I love my hair (curl and all) until this happen. The next time I threaten to have a short hair cut, remind me of this, please.

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Blooper last Friday. Since I don't have reports and papers to cram for class the next day, I decided to attend prayer meeting...Surprise surprise! I got there and found an empty parking lot and a surprised secuirty guard. The community had a healing mass at Greenhills. So I went home instead.

The Million Dollar Question

No more Blogging at the office. Heck!

Allegies almost clear now. Thank God!

Website still underway.

Valentine's Day is on Tuesday, two days from now....and everything OUT THERE is turning pink and red, I swear! Must now begin to turn a deaf ear, or at least, a calm demeanor, for the inevitable, senseless question...

May date ka ba???
Sinong date mo?
Saan ang date mo?

Hulaan nyo. Meron nga kaya? Sino nga kaya? Saan nga kaya?

Bummer II

Still itching.
Still swallowing 39 pills a day.
Still looking like a Maxipeel/Extraderm project gone wrong...with Dalmatian spots.

Raja is at the Vet's. Still sick. Still not eating.
Bummer.

Gawd, I miss my hair!

The Return of the Itch

It's so blasted unfair!

I've just recently recovered from my post-year bout with allergies that gave me the itch and the chin (yes, the chin!) like I've just gotten addicted to Extraderm or Maxipeel. Barely a month into clear skin and restful sleep, the itch returned...with a vengence. Spell that with a capital V!

And it's not only the chin now. Both arms are covered with patches of ichy red skin that makes me wanna sratch till kingdom come....that or going insane. And my forehead and cheeks looks like I've been slapped dizzy.

I've never been a good patient. Come to think of it, I was never patient, period. But that's an altogether different matter. This weekend, I had to cancel out on a TEC gimik, and my plans to go to the mall. Luckily, class was cancelled too, and it would have been thrilling if I could go out and enjoy that short R&R. But as allergies go, I have a face that would lauch a thousand Aveeno/moisturizer commercials and arms that would put a dalmatian to shame. So I cried and pitied myself and banged on Heaven's doors for mercy. No kidding. Illness does not make me a better Christian.

So the better part of the weekend turned stressful for my mom, who had me and my sick dad to nurse. Dad's is routine job. He's not as sour about getting sick as he used to be. But to tie me to the bedpost! Arrrrgggghhh! I bitched about my itch to my mom (who's the only one I can bitch to about anything, anyway) ---er, toddlers, pardon the lanuguage. I'm venting my ire here.

To continue, by Saturday, I was soooo begging for relief that I SMSed Tita Lorna, who's my derma (and, I am proud to say, President of PDS), and asked her if she or any derma would have clinic on a Sunday...One thing led to another and she told me to take Iterax. I was already taking a once-a-day loratadine prescribed by the office doctor and putting anti-itch cream) so I hesitated only a little before I took the Iterax.

The next day, mom insisted on taking me to a famous Chinese doctor in Binondo. Although with some doubts, I was a good kid and went along. And he is famous. Spell that with five batches, thrity patients per batch, of patients lined up in a dingy corridor. It was several hours before my number was called and I was just given, like, five minutes of his time. He took my pulse, flashed a light at me, asked me to show my tongue...and viola! A diagnosis. He told me if I have family history of diabetis. Yep. I have toxins in my kidney, which accounts for the allergies and a lung problem. I was kinda skeptical first because the result of my annual physical exam wasn't that problematic, but given the way I've been pigging on chocolates lately...what could it hurt? So I purchased the medicines (I chose tablets rather than herbal) from a chinese drugstore (I doubt Mercury Drugs Pharmacists could read chinese) and committed to swallowing thirteen small pellets three times a day...on top of all my medications for allergies. I'm no pill-popper, in fact, I hate taking medicines, but dire situations call for dire remedies, and if someone had asked me to drink poison to relieve me of the itch, I'd gladly do it (this I told my mom, much to her frustration).

So the itch is contained now...except during sleep when I can't be held responsible for what my fingers want to do. I still look like the Maxipeel/Extraderm addict with Dalmatian spots.