… Or something to that effect. I’m not really fluent with Bisaya, but I believe this is the translation to the phrase, "I’m sleepy."
Yes, I am. And I am still here in the office, rendering overtime. Again. Such bastard clients.
But hey, they give us the money. So maybe I shouldn’t complain.
Just a few more minutes… and it’s freedom…
Why good:
Today is payday. No more worrying on how to budget my seemingly scarce resources. Ah, today I am treating myself. For now, I will forego eating in my beloved fastfood chain, and will also — probably — buy myself a gift. And pay my dues, too. I hate having to worry about my credit card bills.
Why bad:
Today is OT day. Too much to do in so little time. Deadlines for two clients tomorrow. Bastard clients.
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Post Script: If you notice, kiddos, I have changed my blog title. Why? Well, it was originally intended to be called so, but due to some circumstances or due to the lack of katinuan then, I gave its erstwhile title. But then I thought, this is a more apt title for my blog. So I’m changing it. It may not be original (thanks to Mr. Lennon for this one), but hey, it’s my blog. Don’t complain.
At least the URL is original.
Read my Friendster horoscope today:
Why not give your karma a little extra polish? It couldn’t hurt. Look for ways to help someone else. You can do it in all kinds of ways, from buying your coworker a latte to volunteering at a shelter.
Hmm, kinda reminds me of yesterday…
No, I did not buy someone latte. Nor did I volunteer at a shelter. It’s a whole lot simpler than that.
Inside the female restroom, I found a watch/bracelet. A white CK watch with an opaque hard plastic strap that looks like a bangle. So I asked my officemates (who happened to be there, too… what’s with women going to the comfort room in groups?) if it was theirs. Negative. We came to a conclusion that it must be owned by the other tenants of our floor. My officemate suggested we go to the Imation office, since the watch looked a bit familiar… and the girls there were our friends, too (compared to the other two offices here).
So my officemate and I trotted to our neighbor and knocked on the glass door (it was locked, they had this automatic lock thingy) for about a while, and when Rexie (our neighbor and CR buddy) saw us, she immediately let us in. And the rest is all too predictable… yes, it was her watch. She forgot she left it in the CR. "Buti na lang kayo ang nakakita," she says while giggling. And so after the thank yous and goodbyes, we went back to our office on the other side of the hall.
Y’know, there’s that nice feeling that grows inside when you get to help someone. Imagine, if I decided to follow the mantra, "finders keepers, losers weepers," I wouldn’t feel guiltless, knowing that someone must be wracking her brains out, looking for her lost possession everywhere.
Besides, I’m not too lucky with lost-and-found-by-me items.
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Post Script: My cousin (name withheld, you figure it out) probably thinks I’m pretty weird ‘coz I write too much in my blog (he told me he saw all the mail alerts on his Yahoo, i just concluded that he must think it’s weird). So maybe I’ll try to lessen my blog writing so he’d get lesser mail alerts about me having posted a new entry in my Friendster blog.
Or maybe not. 
When I was a kid, hearing Don McLean sing Vincent in the evenings gave me the shudders. His haunting voice catches me offguard a lot of times.
Last weekend, I got to hear his version again (in the evening again), and trying to fight the shock I was feeling (he caught me offguard again), I tried singing along. As I was doing so, a particular stanza struck me. And I realized (in my opinion) it was the saddest, yet the most beautiful stanza anyone has ever written for someone.
Why is it that we only realize a person’s true worth when he or she is gone?
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Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray
Look out on a summer’s day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul
Shadows on the hills
Sketch the trees and daffodils
Catch the breeze and the winter chills
In colors on the snowy linen land
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
How you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps, they’ll listen now
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling clouds in violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of china blue
Colors changing hue
Morning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hand
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they did not know how
Perhaps, they’ll listen now
For they could not love you
And still your love was true
And when no hope was left inside
on that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do
But I could have told you, Vincent
This world was never meant
for one as beautiful as you
Starry, starry night
Portraits hung in empty hall
Frameless heads on nameless walls
With eyes that watch the world and can’t forget
Like the strangers that you’ve met
The ragged man in ragged clothes
The silver thorn of bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
How you suffered for your sanity
Then how you tried to set them free
They would not listen, they’re not listening still
Perhaps, they never will…
Is it actually possible that the brain can only contain so much information that it transfers old memories to the short-term memory part of our brain and cover it in mist?
Nothing, something that just came into my head when I was looking for old songs on the Internet.
See, I love music. And in every aspect of my life, there is that one, single song that, when I hear it, I remember that moment… and probably smile or frown (depends really on the recollection). So when I started downloading songs from the early 90s (I have a copy of Xtasi Xtano and How Gee, wohoo!), I was trying to recall more songs, and at the same time trying to recall the things I was doing or what happened around that time.
Unfortunately, there are things that register as hazy as a window of an airplane flying in the middle of stormclouds. Faces, names, events… there are some that I have quite a hard time to remember.
So I’m downloading more songs from the 90s and early 2000, maybe I can take away those clouds in my thoughts.
Sometimes I need to remember, y’know?
Monday. The first day of the week. It’s one of those days that you don’t expect much to happen to you since it’s just the start of a "you-know-it’s-gonna-be-stressful" week. It ain’t supposed to be an annoying day.
But what the heck? Fate has its own plans.
Call it mababaw, but hey, if you’re the person who loves to listen to music, it’s pretty much that bad.
My boyfriend and I rode an FX taxi to work. So from our place (in Pasig), the driver had this radio on… of course to the station where most drivers listen to (kailangan pa bang i-memorize ‘yan?) Oh well, it’s just about 15 to 20 minutes, right?
Wrong.
It was a looong 30 minutes, with the driver trying to avert traffic jams along our route. Sad to say, the alternatives had traffic jams just as bad.
But hey, what’s the worst that could happen?
Oh, the playlist. SHEEETT!!!
First up, there was Janno Gibbs’ song (that goes "akooo… na yata ang pinakamagandang lalake sa mundooo…" dang! talk about vanity!), then Side A’s version of "All I Need" (okay, that was fine; still it was a rendition of those old songs that talk about a guy’s confusion… dang it! like, so what’s it gonna be, feller?!), then Air Supply’s "Goodbye." Then commercial. So the driver changes the station to wherever and there you go! "Ocean Deep" is playing! To cap it all off, "Instant Ayos" segues before we got off the FX. Then, maybe because of LSS, Gio dances the "Instant Ayos" move.
Wow.
Yesterday was "Frustrate Me" day (with trips to Toy Kingdom and Powerbooks, thank you). And now, "Annoy Me" day. So what’s next?
Oh well, at least I got to lighten up with a website sent by my friend G. Check out this chicken and just tell it what it has to do.
Yep, a weekend spent in the office. Reason? Free Pizza Day. Real reason? Office Clean-up with free lunch. And it ain’t pizza, it was chicken.
I have finished cleaning my spot, so I’m spending my time browsing the Net and listening to 90s music (currently playing: Zombie by the Cranberries). Wow. I’ve never seen the creatives room this… bright. And clean.
Before I came here, I went to claim my Charlie and the Chocolate Factory Prize. I got the Augustus Gloop cap (which is a bit big for my head) and I gave Gio the red Oompa Loompa shirt (which is apparently big for him, considering his frame).
Ah well, I wanna go now. Or play Counter Strike. But before that, I gotta wash my face… I’m so covered in dust, man.
Wow, another surprise.
Last week, I joined an internet promo at Clickthecity.com. It was for Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. I was to input one of the movies wherein Tim Burton and Johnny Depp have done together. I wrote down the first title that came into my head (Edward Scissorhands) and wrote down the required personal information. I thought, maybe I might win this contest.
Actually, I did it just for the heck of it. I didn’t really care if I won or not.
And then, when I came back from lunch just a few minutes ago, I received a missed call and a text message from an unknown number. When I checked the message, it was from Clickthecity.com, saying I won two premium items from the Charlie and the Chocolate Factory contest.
Cool!
I won a t-shirt and a cap. I get the cap. If the shirt is too big for me, I’m giving it to Gio.
I’m claiming my prize tomorrow.
Little surprises… they come when you least expect it.
It’s interesting how some people can surprise you… and I meant that in a good way.
Last night, I received a text message from my insurance agent. Yep, my agent whom I only get to talk to or see once in a blue moon. It was a forwarded message, but somehow, it was just what I needed…
The message said:
I always remember people in my prayers…/ people who are special / important / I value/ I care / I pray for / I think of / and you are one of them. God bless!
Very simple, yet it meant a lot to me.
Someone out there is actually including me in her prayers.
Little surprises… you won’t know it, but it may mean a lot to someone.
No, I’m not talking about the new Photoshop upgrade (still working on Photoshop 7 in the office).
Last week, I started to play Counter Strike. Yep, call me late bloomer in RPGs. It was only now (after how many years since it became a fad here in the Philippines) that I have come to learn about military tactics and gunning down enemies and/or rescuing hostages in virtual mode. So far, I haven’t been very good — I end up getting killed almost always — though I get to have at least one kill during the whole course of the game. I still need to practice on aiming at the head and learning the controls. And that’s exactly what I do during the second half of lunchtime and after 6 PM.
Yeah, and I should get used to "killing" my boyfriend, too.
And if ever things get sour between me and my significant other, I have my boss to blame.
