Ramdon Updates

• Water meter was stolen at 1:00 this morning by scumbags on motorcycles. The Theresian in me (austerity is the best policy???) is angered over the loss of all that clean, potable water. So much waste, when other parts of the nation and countries in Africa suffer from drought.
  
• Had only about two hours worth of sleep and am getting by with the help of my special conconction of extra strength Batangas coffee with Milo and tons of ice.
  
• Still no appetite
  
• Slowly completing the SGS website...now putting some graphics here and there. Badly need contributors, but people are turning a deaf ear to me. I wonder just how long I can keep up being a one-man website team.
  
• Still no assignments done for Development Administration subject. All I have are tons of reading stuff. INFORMATION OVERLOAD flashing madly.
  
• Seriously thinking about buying a SEK610. Have already gone and told dad he can have my SEK700i.
  
• Environmental Health and Safety something audit requires us to clean our tables and organize our filing cabinets by this coming Friday. Great. On top of the assignment due for DevAd, and Weng's despedida, and the SGS website, I have to sort out the whatnots on my table and in my cabinet...Jokingly quipped "Can I just tender my letter of resignation?"
  
• Seriously scolding myself for being such an "easy" girl to please...But am applauding my self-discipline and self-control. Way to go, ME!

No Burps

Eversince I lost my lunch last Monday night due to migraine and stress, I've not gained my appetite back. My only complete meal these past two days is breakfast which consists of a tetra pack of non-fat milk and a bowl of cornflakes. Lunch and dinner, not to mention merienda, are sad, depressive occassions to watch others eat and enjoy their meals...while I try to swallow mine without gagging.

I've long been dreaming of losing a few pounds (mainly off my ass and hips) but I miss food the same way I miss boys...I hate them when too much are around and I miss them when I can't have them.

Back to the Dreaming

Some nights ago I dreamed of Alphabet (read my "pink" blog for the story). In that dream, I know and he knows that he's already gone. He was wearing white, and had this peaceful smile, a charming laugh, actually. The dream was a bit hazy, but I can still remember that we talked for a while (though nothing about my thing for him), among the flowers and what seem to be his grave. It's strange how I can dream of him after all these years, and realize I've finally said my goodbye, just as maybe, the dream was also his way of saying goodbye. I know whereever he is now, he is at peace and happy.

Must Love (Not Eat) Dogs

I received a text message from MSG that they are currently skinning a dog for "pulutan". Ewwww. What the..???

You're out. Definitely, immediately, no-second-thoughts, not-even-friends out.

Hey, to each his own right? I mean, people have the right to eat whatever (even garbage) they want...but I love dogs. I don't think I can stomach people who'd kill one just to have pulutan. Maybe if the world is starving and there's nothing left to eat, I'd understand. But pulutan?

And he was so merry about it. Duh. When I was a kid, I once had a puppy named Lucky. I woke up one morning to find out that our neighbors (kins of my dad) had cooked Lucky...and even had the temerity to give me some. I must have cried for a week...and cursed those fellows to eternity.

So I'm adding this in my "ideal guy" list of attributes: No dog/cat/rat eating please. I can bear goats and camels. Yes, maybe even a horse. I can occassionally stomack palakang bukid (frogs) and snake. But pets as food? No way, highway!

Fickle Fickle

First, I want to say sorry to someone. For the nth time, I couldn't help but do what I did, even with the full knowledge that he may misunderstand my actions again. I know it might lead him to believe there is a chance, but in my mind, he is also a friend, and just that. Nothing More. Time and time again, I tell myself not to be too friendly, but I've been one of the boys for too long.

Second. I've gotten tired. Of "listening" to him talk about his interests. His "Me, Myself and I" topics. He was once interesting, so full of knowledge and passion, and that seemed to be a good combination. But it soon became apparent that his interests were limited, and that anything out of that scope is stupid or dull for him. I admit I am not so intelligent, and I need to grab at some new ideas once in a while, but talking about "that stuff" is making me catatonic. Also, I am tired of opposing his ideas gently. Ah, my true sarcastic nature is screaming at me. I can't remain caged for long. I need fresh air.

Ahh. I need a fresh victim.

Kwentong Showbiz

Two nights ago, I had a dream. Richard Gomez was making Sandara Park cry, just because of a contest wherein Sandara had to gamble and sacrifice a very important thing which doesn't really affect RG. My part in this odd story is to comfort Sandy, who was really depressed. So there I was, mad at RG and trying to console a pretty girl.

If that wasn't showbiz enough, the other night, I dreamt I won a million bucks in a contest (hmm, maybe I've been watching too much Deal or No Deal) and then I went to Vicky Belo and asked her how much it's gonna cost me to trim down. Duh. But the striking thing in my dreams are numbers. Some time ago, I had this dream full of numbers...6, 35, 4, 2, 17... In my Belo dream, she made me sign my name in a notebook, and I noted I was second on the list. And I was sitting on a chair which tells you if you need to go on a diet or not. My chair says "-1" and I don't need to lose weight, while my friends' chair says "6" and that she needs to diet. Ha ha ha.

Talk about all my pent-up emotions. Wanting to win a million bucks (I'm a simple girl with simple dreams), my addiction to dieting and losing weight (looking great naked...), anything Korean, my dislike for RG (it's even in my subconscious!) and beating people in sodoku (duh). At least I haven't dreamt of babies for the past...two weeks. Geeze. My life is like a loaf of bread...kinda getting stale.

What else...hmm. Last night, I had this dream about a guy I've liked for so long but have no guts to even admit to my friends. In my dream I even wore his sleepers. And we didn't even talk. He remained as aloof and as distant as we perceive him to be. But he's actually nice to me in real life. Talk about suppressed emotions.

Meet Didi and Maggie

Maggie and Didi. Didi is my pink teddy courtesy of 100 SM advantage points and 100 bucks (a real deal!). Wardrobe not included. He replaced all the small stuff toys previously sharing space on my bed (save for ponchi and mr. bear)

Most of these creatures were kidnapped by Beige, the Evil Sister and kept prisoner by WFL, the wheeled monster parked outside the house.

And Maggie is Eoni's companion. Para naman di na sya mapagkamalang buboy. Gift from her beautiful fairy godmother.