Of all things that anyone could do to break me down, taking me for granted would be the worst. Not trying to be self-important or anything, but I know I must have at least some ounce of worth as a person! I’m not angry. I’m hurt. How can one person be (or just pretending to be) so numb to everything that’s going on around —?
Three-week recap.
I haven’t been blogging much again. But let me go back to these past three weeks or so that I’ve been through. So much has happened. (I’m going in reverse chronology, OK?)
“We always have a choice. We can always choose to do what’s right.” – Peter Parker
SPIDERMAN 3. Among all other superheroes, I find Peter Parker/Spiderman the most normal. He’s someone probably most of us can definitely relate to. We watched Spiderman 3 on opening day. I still find it unlike any other superhero movie, at least not for me. The villains almost always have some inner goodness and are just consumed by power. However, using MJ as hostage has become too redundant! And why did Harry Osborn have to die? (James Franco is sooo cute. I could stare at him smiling all day.) The first time I saw Topher Grace in In Good Company probably some two years back, I thought he looked so much like Tobey Maguire. And now he got to play Spidey’s evil twin. I caught a feature on Spiderman 3 on either Entertainment Tonight or Inside Edition saying this is the most expensive film ever made. It didn’t seem like it. =/ Nevertheless, Spidey will forever be my favorite superhero. *… and I happen to love the black Spidey outfit.*
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REUNIONS.
- Our college friend Pei San came over to Bacolod for a few days’ vacation, so we had a small get-together at Imay’s with Karla, Sherry, Ralph and April. Mark arrived later. While exchanging stories after lunch, some of us received shocking news through SMS from Dan—a classmate of ours, Remus, has passed away early morning of May 1st. We couldn’t help but feel saddened by the loss of a person, so young and with so much to give. My heartfelt condolences to his family.
- Another friend of ours, Mae Hope, had come home for her younger sister’s graduation and we got to hang out one Monday (I can’t keep track of the dates, sorry!). Karla was supposed to join us; she only had lunch with us since her father had appointed her as the official driver while her older sister was away. So, Mae and I decided to spend some hours at Café Bob’s where we talked about her (and my?) love life—rather, the lack of. *Right, we’re getting there… one step at a time.*
- I believe it was April 15th. We had a small reunion at Business Inn with my college class (COMI4A 2004). Mayeth and Lala had come home for the summer, and we thought it would be great if we could get together once again. So there we were for dinner at Business Inn and margarita at East Block. Okay, I’m a bit tired now so you can go ahead visit my Picasa album. (Having been to these small reunions reminds me how fun it was back in college, when we had lesser cares and responsibilities than we have now. Looking back now, despite having aged three years since graduation, most of us are still the same people we’ve known all these years. The same, at the same time, different. I’d like to say we’ve all matured, but there will always be that kid in us. Very much alive.
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PRISON BREAK. I’ve managed to finish season 2, finally. I can’t wait till the third season. My mom keeps bugging me when the next season begins. Despite all the redundant twists and turns (I have a thing for redundancy these days =P), I am still hooked with the series. Paul Kim: I hate how he smiles. I hate how he speaks. I hate how he manipulates. I simply hate him for what he is. Good riddance!
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FOOTBALL. I’m disappointed that Solar Sports doesn’t air (as far as I know) live Barça games anymore, and I would have to constantly look up the schedule to watch the replays. These days I’ve been quite preoccupied that when the replays do air on TV, I would not be around to watch it. But I am happy that Barça has managed to remain on top of the league most of the season. Why wouldn’t they? After all, they’re the best team in the league. And yayness, Ronaldinho is staying with them until 2010.
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Have you had enough yet? I have, yet I still have so much to tell. Maybe some other time. *mwah*
Childlikeness at its best.
A week ago, my brother Olumor decided he wanted me to take pictures of him. He badly wanted to go to the Chapel as there were good trees where he could climb up and hang from. Karla and I didn’t want to, out of respect, because it was Good Friday. So, he opted to reach for whatever-tree-that-was (yes, was) near our home, and he made me take a picture of him.
Above is the “before” shot. He was ecstatic I was able to capture this. It’s a bit blurry—I had to run for cover after hearing that resounding CRACK!
Poor tree. (Yep, he made me come out of hiding so I can take this “after” shot.) Well, of course, I feel embarrassed—I’m 23 and I gave in to this insanity! Why couldn’t I have a saner older brother? But between you and me, this was definitely a stress relief, and we had a good laugh. But still… poor, poor tree. Tsk.
Some break.
I haven’t had work since Thursday (till tomorrow), which means I’ve been stuck in a rut for four days now. You’d think I’d be grateful for having the opportunity to rest for a few days, but no… I wish I had work. My friends, and my brother, all had work, so I didn’t really enjoy the holidays as much as I would have wanted to–save for Thursday when I hung out with Olumor, Karla, Alma and Karen (I miss my college pals). Wat’s the use when you’re spending it all alone? My family had gone to the farm for some R&R, while I stayed home. I didn’t want to travel with all that heat, lest I’d suffer from heat stroke.
Speaking of which, I couldn’t recall which night was that, but there was this blackout from midnight till noon (and it was so hot!) and I couldn’t sleep with all those mosquitoes feasting on me! The only remembrance I have from the holidays are red patches up my arms and down my legs. *sigh*
Prison Break.
I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it. I love it.
It’s a shame I just finished watching the entire first season when the second season just ended in the States on Monday. That’s alright though, I can use it to my advantage–an uninterrupted dose of Paul Scheuring’s genius.
Is there any guy at all with Michael Scofield’s brains? And it wouldn’t hurt if he looked just as handsome. I sure would like to meet him. =]
New work schedules rolled out.
Globelines has hit an all-time LOW!!! This is so embarrassing. Check this out:
Going back to the original topic… all four of us, me, Olumor (my older brother), Tet and Marisa, will have different work schedules beginning next week:
Me: 2 p.m. – 10 p.m.
Olumor: 8 p.m. - 5 a.m.
Tet: 8 a.m. – 4 p.m.
Marisa: 6 a.m. – 2 p.m.
Can you say, “Whoa!”? And because we’ve got a six-day work week, Sunday’s the only day we can get together if we want to. But then again, we would want to be with our families on Sundays, wouldn’t we? Much as I hate to say it, they might have just done this on purpose. And because I still don’t drive *hee-hee*, my younger brother Andre will have to pick me up after work every night.
Other than that, I don’t have anything else to complain because sleeping in and waking up late just about fits my lifestyle. But really… what I’d give to be in the 8 a.m. to 4 p.m. shift!
Happy birthday!
It’s Ronaldinho’s 27th birthday—20 years since he first played football (for Porto Alegre Guild Football School) and 22 years since he first chased a ball.
On a side note, I came across this page today, saying that Barça is negotiating a new deal that would keep Ronaldinho playing for them until 2014. I do hope VP Ferran Soriano is correct in saying, “Furthermore I believe that no first-team player wants to leave Barça.” I cannot imagine him leaving Barça nor can I imagine him playing outside the Spanish league.
CTS.
I was supposed to help out with my brother’s marketing plan yesterday afternoon. Even though I didn’t promise him anything, I still feel bad for abandoning him. It was a skeletal workforce day yesterday at work. Apparently, there were too many files for the group to handle and they asked me (and some other people too) to come over to the office after lunch to help out—which is the reason why I couldn’t go over my brother’s marketing plan. I’ve been at the office for three consecutive Mondays now, when supposedly, on skeletal workforce days, each employee works on a Monday once every four weeks. I don’t know if anyone would agree with me, that I find it really unfair, on top of which, as an “editor”, I’m still earning a transcriptionist’s salary.
I’ve been having problems mostly with my left hand since who knows when. I would just pull my hair back into a ponytail and my fingers would “curl” up on me. I would just grab something and I would drop it because my grip is too loose. I would press the Shift key with my pinky and it would send some kind of “current” up my elbow, sometimes even up to my shoulder.
Well, yesterday at work, they had me transcribe (when I’m supposedly an “editor”—psssh! Really, a lot of people are multi-tasking at work, if you know what I mean!) a 10-minute portion of a lengthy voice file and my hand just gave away when I went home in the evening.
I missed work today because I decided to go to my doctor this morning for a checkup and I was diagnosed with a mild carpal tunnel syndrome. She said my wrist is over fatigued, and as long as I do not flex it often, it would be fine.
Not flexing it=semi-paralyzed. o_O
Dear friend.
Do you miss me? Maybe. But then again, maybe not. These days I don’t seem to exist around you. I probably miss you, but you know what, I’m not so sure if I really mean that. I don’t know you anymore. I don’t know what’s been going on in your life. I don’t know if our friendship still matters to you. If you feel like I’ve changed, stop and think for a while. I did not change. I have always been and will always be the person you’ve known me to be. I vaguely remember all those things we used to tell each other about how we would not let anything get in the way of our friendship. (Did we even say anything like that?) Well, all these years we’ve been through so much and we’ve done okay. So why would you let something get in the way, now when you’re supposed to be letting me in your life? I’ve been hanging by a thread here. Either this is true or I’m having a terrible case of self-pity because I feel like you don’t need me anymore. Let me know, and I’ll take the nearest exit.
Now that’s spontaneous.
I haven’t really got anything to blog about this past several days. Except probably the fact that my good friend Tet and I had this spur-of-the-moment thing when we bought discounted plane tickets to Manila (and back to Bacolod) for November! Fortunately, we have our three-day vacation leaves approved already. And Chito is coming with us, too! Yay!
(I know, I know. November is still faaar off. So what?! )
A delayed shoutout to Mariel. BELATED HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! (March 16)
