A day in the life…

I read in a newspaper that to be a successful blogger, one must post his/her blog regularly.

Well, that wasn’t the only rule said in the newspaper. There were I think three others, but I keep forgetting them. I think it goes something like replying and about the content. I really can’t remember.

No, I am not in my quest to become a successful blogger, but I thought, hey, what’s my blog for if I don’t post regularly? I mean, I don’t expect people to come visit my blog and read my posts. I don’t do this ‘coz I wanna be famous or I wanna be in. I post stuff here ‘coz I want to. I feel like it. Besides, sometimes we just need something where we can put our ten cents worth when nobody seems to want to hear about it. Or write about our recent expeditions so we could read them and snicker everytime we are reminded of them. Or something like that.

Most of the things I post here could kill you ‘coz of boredom. My blog ain’t interesting and all, but hey, what the heck? I vow to post regularly. Hey, it’s healthy for me, too. Keeps my brain going.

Just this Saturday, I went to the gym. What I expected to be a short exercise turned into a 2-hour workout, complete with dumbells and crunches. Yep, I had to concentrate on toning my muscles than actually losing calories ‘coz the treadmills were gone. If I continue this routine, I would end up having bigger muscles than my boyfriend. Unless he eats more and adds mass to his a-bit-frail built.

That was morning. Come afternoon, with all my muscles aching, Gio and I met up with our officemate Fran and her boyfriend Eric at Megamall, en route to an evening birthday bash for the Fluxxman in Novaliches. Two hours were spent on the bus from Megamall to SM Fairview, without any one of us sleeping during the trip. Eric was pretty much in his jovial mood, and he and Gio spent the time talking about movies and other stuff.

From SM Fairview we dropped by Gio’s house first. We didn’t want to look so excited to come to Fluxx’s house and raid the dining table (I would’ve wanted that) so we watched the Star Wars Bonus DVD at Gio’s. Hail the geeks!

And then the call came. Fluxx and most of the people were there. So we went there and saw the remnants of what was the dining table. No, that was an overstatement. But at least there were still a lot of brownies (great, I’m getting hungry again) made by the best pastry maker, Tita Becky. Had a bottle of pale pilsen after the dinner, then Zara’s mild concoction of lemonade and vodka (the bartender was late), and a little after that, Mallory’s "traydor" mix of lemonade, Sprite and vodka (she’s the official bartender). In the middle of those things were Soul Calibur, Tekken, cigarettes, nachos, debates and more of Tita Becky’s ever-famous brownies (now I’m hungry).

And then the amats came. One threw up, and we suddenly got sober. Then in the morning was the two-hour sleep. And then more of the remnants of the Siege at the Dining Table.

We left Fluxx’s place Sunday after lunch. I didn’t get to get some brownies. Schmuck.

Now it’s another work week. My body still hurts and the memories of drunkenness is still there. But Well, can’t do anything anymore but think about Tita Becky’s brownies. Schmuck, schmuck.

Went to an advanced screening of Star Wars Episode 3 at Gateway Mall. Was with Gio and Fluxx, then met up with Nelz and AJ. Left the office at 7PM. Prior to that, we couldn’t really concentrate on our work. Damn, too much excitement!

So at Gateway, we had to wait for about 2 hours to watch the movie, and spent 1 hour actually reacting about the smell of the cinema (amoy bagong Toyota Innova!) and its amenities (uy, yung arm rest pwedeng i-angat!). No lazy boys here. Sheesh!

And then 2 1/2 hours were spent marveling at the damn movie. It’s like a whole CG movie. Kinda made me wonder how George Lucas and Jim Henson (yep, the Sesame Street guy) did it with mostly puppets in the 70s.

Was kinda expecting people to come in dressed like Darth Vader due to the release of the helmets in Toy Kingdom about a month ago (or perhaps a Clone Trooper if they had more than Php 5,000 in their pockets to spend). But I guess the fanboys controlled themselves and went in ordinary civilian clothes. Disguising you are, eh?

Ah, well. Masaya. The experience is complete. Nood na kayo. Para may ka-kwentuhan naman ako.

It’s another weekday. First day of work. Nothing, I’m just bored. Too sleepy to work.

A while ago, I had a short chat with my boss. At one point in our conversation he told me that during the second and third year of our existence (in business, I mean), there were people who found me bitchy. As in that word. He refused though to mention who among my officemates said that. But it doesn’t bother me. I have a fairly good idea who THEY are. Or were. Whatever.

But does being described as bitchy affect me? Well, maybe a little. But not really to the point that I go to that denial stage and those kinds of stuff. I know I am bitchy. I was born that way. It must be in the genes. Not to make any excuses, but the truth is I got that from my mom. Call her Taray Queen all you will. Yep. And like I told my boss, ask my brothers the first word that comes to their heads to describe me, they’d probably say I’m mataray. Yeah, they did that, at one sort of family retreat. Surprisingly, it didn’t surprise me.

Nor did it surprise me to hear that I was bitchy. I was more surprised that my boss thinks I have mellowed down a bit. Now that’s something I don’t hear everyday. Hmmm, have I really mellowed down? I think I’m in denial.

I refuse to be less of a bitch. I am a bitch, that’s what I am. So sue me.

And if I’m not, then I must be an alien disguising as me while concocting plans for world domination.

Yay! Fluxx got a copy of the Ilocos pics from Russell’s digicam last weekend. If you wanna see how crazy we were there, check out my pics at http://moonchild117.multiply.com and click on the Ilocos Experience part 2. Yeah, and take a closer look at Mallory’s pic there, the one where she was swimming…

There is still one set of photos that I have to post there, it’d probably be called "Russell, the Paparazzi." Hehehe!!

And look at the new stuff Friendster thought of! Now my profile has this pastel-colored marshmallow theme. I kinda like it. It’s so NOT me.

‘Twas cool. I was happy. I’m still happy I can’t erase this grin out of my face. We watched Wunjo last night and we met the vocalist. Yeah! Just one problem, I can’t remember his name. Dammit!

But anyway, at least we got to shake hands, we get to chat for a while about their album that’s due to be released next year, not this year as they had planned, ‘coz they only have five songs for now. And we get to give them our calling cards. I gave my personal email so they can include me in their mailing list.

Fluxx even mentioned that if ever they were gonna look for someone to do their album cover, he can just contact us, er, me. Okay! Cool! I get to be the AE or something.

And I’m so glad, he says my name is not gonna be easy to forget. Hmm, to think I wanted to be introduced by my first name. Never thought my nick would have some recall…

—–
Take
me as you are,
push me off the road the sadness,
I need this time to be with you
I’m freezing in the sun;
I’m burning in the rain
The silence;
I’m screaming,
calling out your name.
And I do reside in your light
Put out the fire with me and find
Yeah you’ll lose the side of your circles
That’s what I’ll do if we say goodbye.

To
be is all I gotta be
And all that I see
and all that I need this time
To me the life you gave me
The day you said goodnight.

The
calmness in your face
That I see through the night
The warmth of your light is pressing unto us
You didn’t ask me why
I never would have known oblivion is falling down.
And I do reside in your light
Put out the fire with me and find
Yeah you’ll lose the side of your circles
That’s what I’ll do if we say goodbye.

To
be is all I gotta be
And all that I see
and all that I need this time
To me the life you gave me
The day you said goodnight.

If
you could only know me like your prayers at night
Then everything between you and me will be all right.

To
be is all I gotta be
And all that I see
and all that I need this time
To me the life you gave me
The day you said goodnight.

She’s already taken,
she’s already taken
She’s already taken me
She’s already taken,
she’s already taken
She’s already taken me.
The day you said goodnight.

One thing I have learned recently: Never plan anything, ‘coz it’s most likely NOT to happen. People just change their minds without any consideration for others.

Ganun pala gusto nila ha? Fine. Bastardo kung bastardo.

… or so she says. Yesterday, while watching the new local series Encantadia (wow, now that’s a new low), there was one character, I think it was Pen Medina’s, who called the little girl a "Sang’gre." Yeah, that kinda reminded me of Dan Brown, ‘coz somewhere in The Da Vinci Code, they also used the word Sangre. So I told my sister that I think they got it from the book. My mom, who was watching with us, suddenly blurted out, "Nabasa mo yun? Blasphemous yun!"

Ooookay there. So then by reading the book I commit blasphemy? In my opinion, reading it is not bad per se. But letting it affect your faith is altogether a different thing. I’ve read some books that has already questioned the authenticity of some facts in my religion, or stated something really different from what I learned in Church or in my Christian Living and Theology classes. But you know, it all boils down to how strong your faith is. I believe that even if there are a lot of things that are being thrown at you, if your faith is strong, you won’t be easily swayed. True, there may be times that you get to say, "oo nga ano?" But if your faith is steadfast, you’ll know what to believe.

I must admit, there are times my faith wavers, especially when things just don’t go right. But people who care just change that. And I thank them for it.

Still, in this time of tribulation, I continue to pray my faith remains steadfast. Please pray for me, too. Thanks.

PGMA moved the Labor Day to a Monday. Nice. She does that everytime a holiday lands on a weekend. I don’t think she wants to report to work. Let’s see if she’s gonna move Independence Day on a Monday, too.

So what did I do during the long weekend? Not much. Went to the gym early morning with Gio and Mike, managed the sari-sari store, watched Lost and the Star Wars Clone Wars Vol II marathon, and went around Cubao. Hmm, come to think of it, I didn’t get to watch CSI reruns that weekend! Dang!

Yeah, and Gio bought me a Yoh Asakura keychain from Comic Alley. Yay! I’m not gonna use it… it’s for display purposes only. Even though I didn’t get a chance to buy the Mattel action figure, that’s okay. I’m happy I got the keychain. Another one to add to my collection. In 10 to 15 years time, I’d probably sell my collection, including the Happy Meals. They’re all in good condition and most of them are still in their boxes.

Oh, and last Friday, my friend Harold added me to his devwatch at deviantART. Surprise, surprise! Now he gets to see all the crap I make… hahaha!

Ah well, another work week. And I’m still too bored to do stuff…