My Week..Bow

Was down and out with the cold virus for the whole week (though of course it wasn't so bad that I can't go to work, teehee!). I must have overdone (kinarir!) my activities, what with work, going to Divisoria and then to Muntinlupa on Tuesday despite a slight fever, singing with the BSSingers at the AMLA event on Wednesday night despite the coughing and the usual late nights. I skipped the singing for the Oratorical contest on Friday since by that time, I can only open my mouth to cough, and nothing else.

That didn't prevent me from going to our colleague's birthday treat at Sulo Hotel. Buffet. Yum. Plus a cute magician. Hurray!

Saturday was the start of our class' LAST MMPA subject. Yippeee. I'm looking forward to living a normal life once I pass my compre exams. I may have to crack open my head to get some stuff inside for the exams, but geez, I'm looking forward to that compre like I'm waiting for Christmas...well, Valentines maybe. (With anticipation and dread)

My sister and I bonded for a while in Mega, looked for some stuff for Eone (pronounced Yowni, not E-1 like a robot) and had a food trip (with 2 scoops of BTC to "relieve" my cough and sore throat). Later, I'd wish we'd gone straight home and slept because Nonok seem to have a big S (as in sumpong). She'd sleep for a while, wake up and test her lung power, reject her milk and demand a dance number. Awww. Poor Nonok was really crying buckets of tears and it was unbearable to see her cry until she was hiccupping. We had to wake her Yaya and ask for help. Finally, she was able to sleep at around 5:30 am. My sis and I slept through the morning with her...and Woke up just in time to prepare for Nonok's first chirldren's party. Hehe.



Nonok's first children's party (Aureen't 7th birthday at McDonalds). That's my ate Kikay and Eone
















Now, I have no voice. Well, I'm already an Alto, but I can pass for a sultry bedroom voiced, atop-a-piano alto. And definitely, I can't talk to anyone outside of a 3 feet radius. My throat still feels like I swallowed sand paper, and I'm onto my fifth big pack of Kleenex. I miss my Milo and coffee potion and still seriously eyeing the four pieces of chocolates on my table.

Bouncing Bouncing Bounce...

I'm like a ball
Bouncing bouncing bouncing
Off the wall
Off the earth, off the ceiling

I'm happy
Then I'm not
I miss him
And I'll be perfectly content to
Never hear from him again

From Boring To Predictable

My life may have taken a turn from boring to predictable. So predictable that I am on first name basis now with the FX driver. He's just about figured that I would be at Welcome, Rotanda at 6:45 a.m. and, if I am not lugging around a big backpack or sports bag, I am not going to go to the gym and would be out of the office gate by 6:45 p.m.

Scary huh?

And since he's been nice enough to not pick up a 10th passenger so he could accomodate me, I can at least be a litte nice to him. My mom warned me to take note of the FX's plate number and that he could be a bad element, but I believe I really have an innate sensor that triggers the warning signs with people. I've more or less escaped being a victim of hold-up and scams. Except of course for the perennial "utang between friends", some of which remain uncollected. But that is a different story altogether.

Just anything...

Dry times. Don't know where all the other people get their excitement from.

I wanted to busy myself with the SGS website, but seeing that it will be a one-person team, I decided to wait for more opportune time (read: more resources) to continue. So far, people have expressed that it would be a good idea, but no one has committed anything to it. I guess Apathy is the perennial problem of people, that's why we're stuck where we are.

Hmm. I really miss this person and just recently realized it. I've been trying to just "ignore" him and let him be, but I was happy when I talked to him recently. Guess my life's really gotten too arid that even a brief exchange counts as wonderful.

My sister and I are planning Eoni's baptismal on 22nd of October. I'm really getting obssesed with all those cute cupcakes and mini cakes. However, I think my sister's scrimping a little on the give-aways...But I'm still trying to get her to accompany me to French Kiss Patisserie on Sunday. I'm hoping it'll be yummy and cheap.

Back to the Real World

BSP Idol season again.

Time to get my old tape recorder and ehem ehem...

I did not join because, for the life (and pride of me), I can't sell my dignity for P15,000.00 bucks.

Sa halagang 15,000, papalait ako sa sambayanang BSP?

I know these things (panlalait) happens, even to the best of them. I know coz I might be the Eve of the Mapanglaits. All those queens of side comments and sarcasm were spawned from me. And since I am a firm believer of Karma...case closed.

There. Electricity was restored last Wednesday eve, but we're still telephone-less. My room's still ceiling-less and I have to make do with a bright lamp to get dressed every morning. At least there's TV and I can actually see shampoo and soap suds being rinsed off when I bathe.

MSG promised to make me a very beautiful, native bag. Ang pinakamagandang bag para sa pinkamagandang babae. (Don't throw up now, he's entitled to his opinion.) He's working at a factory which, he boasted, produces these divine bags made of banig and sells them to stars. Hmm. Let's wait and see.

Another guy I haven't even met personally but to whom I was introduced by a friend seven years ago thru the ever reliable text message, hinted of a possible thing. Uh oh. What is it with men, cellphones and boredom? I discussed at length with him my three concepts: friendship, play and commitment. This is making me feel like Inday with Dodong, the night-shift security guard. No, I am not going to give you my picture. What is this, a mail-to-order bride phone service?

Milenio

Signal number 3 and we're reduced to the Dark Ages. Great!

No kidding. Aside from having no electricity for 4 days (and 4 nights, and still counting!) there are no telephone lines in our area, save if you're a Bayantel user (paging PLDT customer service!)

I spent the better part of the weekend serving at SGS's Life in the Spirit Seminar, coz dad (miraculously!) is a participant. But the nights are spent in agony, twiddling my thumbs and looking for more ways than one to light a candle. I'm luckier than most because I can fall asleep relatively easier than anyone I know, so by the time my brain is ready to get addled from the heat, I would be counting sleep in la la land.

This is the reason why I cannot be a rural girl. Call me a snob, but I need electricity to function, never mind if I am so tipid with it. Even my mobile, which is supposed to be dependable in times of calamity, did a number on me and refused to scroll at the height of Milenio. To top it off, a portion of my bedroom's roof was destroyed, so my bed, the sofa bed and everything on top and underneath (boxes of Korean series CDs, photos) including Didi, got an underserved bath. Didi managed with a quick change of outfit (just about time, since he's dressed in a sando, now he's wearing a vest) but the rest had to be sun-dried like raisins.

I was asked to do some important work on Friday, (no nation can survive a website-less CB) and I caught sight of the shanties along Araneta Ave. Compared to my room, these structures managed to hold their own against the strong winds. Barely able to stand erect, and with old tires holding their roof together, the shanties were happily lit and the people who live in them were outside the streets as if no disaster has struck them. Well, compared to hunger, illiteracy and days of endless hopelessness, what could one storm be?

Anyway, aside from the weekend LSS, my highschool barkada and I had dinner at Little Asia along T. Morato and then later went Videoke-ing at IO to bid Weng goodbye. She'll be flying off to US of A to search for greener pastures, and then maybe some gree-eyed bull as well. Ahh, I maybe the last of the good girls to get off this forsaken country.