Monday, May 31, 200410:39 AM
I lost around 450 cc of blood over the weekend. It was ironic because my uncle needed a type O+ donor and I thought my dad was one and automatically deduced that I was a type O (being daddy's girl and all, there goes one semester of Logic gone out the window). We later discovered that yeah, I did get my dad's type, only he's a B+. My mom is the type O+. It didn't matter though, I became a replacement donor and my right arm feels so bruised, you'd think a bulldozer ran over it.
And man... how can you get over how big that needle was? I literally have a hole on my arm.
One thing I really treasured out of the whole ordeal is that the whole family managed to fit into that small hospital room. It was something out of a hallmark card only there wasn't any particular holiday that we were celebrating.
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Thursday, May 27, 20044:27 PM
I'm getting bored with this blog template. Although, I still regard it as a really beautiful layout, the time has come that I want to see something new. Next week, I'll probably install something new. I might also dump the comment system, it's somtimes unreliable or maybe I'll retain it and dump the tagboard. Whatever.
Hmmm... I don't know what else to blog today...
Oh yeah... My uncle was admitted in the hospital last night. For two days, his stomach was bleeding and the doctor thinks that his medicine for his uric acid is causing the problem. He had a blood transfusion this morning according to my cousin. I'm kinda sad about the whole thing, kinda worried too. He's like a second father to me and I don't want anything to happen to him.
The whole thing's scary for me. It just shows that once again, my wonderful family's weird generation gap is blatantly staring at me in the face. I'm twenty-one, my cousins are in their late thirties and early forties just like my sister and their kids are my age. My uncles and aunts are in their late sixties and early seventies like my dad. Somehow, I know I'm not mature enough to suffer the loss of a loved one. I simply wouldn't be able to handle the pain.
Sorry about that... This is just me being scared.
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Wednesday, May 26, 20043:12 PM
Isn't it funny when things happen from bad to worse and then to remarkably good in just a matter of minutes? Well, I was in Makati Shangri-la today, assisting at a seminar, and had to endure the wrath of an insane air-conditioning system. I welcomed the boss' instructions to go back to the office to handle the sponsorship follow-ups even though I really hate calling people and asking for money. However, the freezing cold made me feel like at any moment I was going to grow icicles out of my ears, pestering rich CEOs for petty cash seemed to be a better alternative. So I headed out to the parking lot, actually joyous for the free parking privileges from renting a small ballroom.
Unfortunately, the moment I stepped into the parking area, I fell down in all fours because I missed a step. Shangri-la is supposed to be one of the most service-oriented hotels around, they could have at least placed a warning sign before the doubledoors. I had to pick myself up and then glue the rest of my ego back together. My knees hurt like hell (one was bleeding a little), I almost ripped my pants, and then I realized I had the pleasurable audience of a smirking parking attendant. I couldn't walk properly coz the heel of my semi-unused shoes was weirdly dislocated. Good thing, Mang Jun (the runner-messenger person in the office) fixed my heel when I got there and the people in the parking area of the office building told me that they were not going to charge my parking tomorrow if they can help it. That helped my bruised knee and ego a bit.
But the best thing was that I was (ahem) quite a hero in the office. Of course, my officemates resented me for not bringing them leftovers from the hotel lunch, they still reconsidered that I'm pretty much okay since I raised over Php 120,000 the past hour.
Yeah... life can still be good... even when you mistook the pencil for the phone and gave a saccharine "hello".
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Tuesday, May 25, 20049:58 AM
Um... this is a little weird but... Bundi is stalking me.
Hehe... Just kidding Bundz!
I don't know how... but I think I know why, but he's in my office at this very minute (with the infamous Silver Lining?) talking away in front of the camera. Of course, he'd steal an occasional moment to stick his tongue out to my desk.
There seems to be a UA&P invasion in this office. Well, who wouldn't be surprised? The CEO I work for did found the university I went to.
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Monday, May 24, 20042:22 PM
To think that I just bought my new office outfit last week and wore it today, my new top and pants needed a bit of mending. Okay... I know I'm starting to sound like a girl talking about clothes and stuff, but this is NOT a "vogue" entry. I promise.
I had to sew the zipper of my pants this morning to seal some loose stitches. No biggie. Pretty proud that I still remember my grade-school-home-ec back stitch. BUT that wasn't the problem. My office mate and the boss' driver later pointed out that my left sleeve has a humongous rip, not because my shirt got stuck somewhere but of a factory defect. I ended up in the rest room, sewing, instead of following up some paperwork and a few phone calls.
Hmmm... I could describe how the sewing went in the rest room, but it might come out too descriptive. Let's just say that with the really freezing air-conditioned environment in this building, I'm glad to have a shirt on my back again.
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Friday, May 21, 20048:30 AM
I have lived by the rule that it is a sacrilege to wake up before 10 am. And then when waking up at 10 means wasting the day ahead with a migraine and sluggish reflexes, I've rethought the whole rule thing and concluded that 8 am is a reasonable compromise.
And then came the MMDA's "color-coding" system, that's supposed to solve the metro's uncurable traffic. (Seriously, who named it "color-coding" when it's just a number scheme designed to make religious 8am risers like me to commit unforgivably-mortal sins like waking up at 5:30 am to get to the office at 6:59?)
My unfortunate state is then gradually riddled with much gravity when I arrived at the office building to park. The conversation goes like this:
parking attendant: "Thirty pesos ma'am."
me: (obviously lack of sleep means stupidity) "Huh? I thought it's 100 pesos the whole day?"
parking attendant: "Oh, you're parking the whole day? Okay 100 pesos. Pay at the cashier later when you get out. Here's your card."
Hmmm... I think I just been had. And it took thirty seconds for me to realize it after I got the parking card. Stupid stupid stupid!
And when I got to my parking slot, I looked at the surprising number of early-risers' cars around Bembol, and screamed, "You people have no life!!!"
Somehow, with me being there, the whole screaming thing didn't comfort me at all.
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Wednesday, May 19, 20042:20 PM
I have a confession to make... The other day while I got myself measured for the gown and cap we were to use for the graduation, I got a script of Agatha Christie's Ten Little Indians. I've always wanted to produce a "who-dunnit" kind of play in school and really, I am more than delighted to have a copy of the script. But there is an amnounting delimma where this play and I are concerned... the remarkable plot, the impeccable humor and all the possibilities of its production design is too difficult to resist. After searching through a number of sites today (don't tell my bosses though), I've gotten...well... for the lack of a better phrase, "curiouser and curiouser" (can someone please tell me what play that phrase came from?), and frankly I wish a simple cold shower could douse this sudden, bizarre desire of mine to act.
Imagine! Me!? Acting. The idea is so funny, I could laugh and keel over. But then, what if? I know sometimes I deprive myself of exposing some personal hopes and dreams and emotions in this blog, but I'm actually telling the world now: I wish I could play the part of Mrs. Rogers.
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Tuesday, May 18, 200412:04 PM
Wow, it's been a while since I blogged, I'm kinda surprised at the way blogger looks now. It's so sleek and nice, makes me want to blog some more. But I can't, in fact, I'm just stealing a couple of minutes to post something. Truth is, I'm at my old office, they hired me again for another temp job. Hopefully after this year's conference finishes, I'll get to work in the permanent staff.
Good news everybody! The J-man signed my clearance last Thursday and now I'm all set for the graduation on June 5 at the PICC!!! Finally! Thank God!
Oh, apartment is still a war zone. I'm going to really fix it up this weekend so I can move in already. Oh happy day!
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Thursday, May 06, 20043:26 PM
My insitute director, the J-man himself, told me to process all my stuff already so I can be cleared in time for graduation. I'm happy to report that my papers are ready and all they need is the J-man's signature. Too bad he isn't in school today, could've gone home smiling like an idiot.
This Saturday is cleaning day. I've practically sprayed the new apartment with baygon and raid for the past few days and cleared the kitchen (or to be politically correct, the tiled slab of concrete that's supposed to be the cooking area) of cookware and soaped it all up with domex. But now I have a really ridiculous problem at hand. My bathroom door is locked and even though I do have the key (color-coded by my obsessive-compulsive dad by the way), the doorknob is broken beyond repair. What makes this thing ridiculous? Well... when I left the apartment for Surigao a few weeks back, my dad placed all the plates, forks, knives, spoons, and the rice-cooker in the bath.
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Monday, May 03, 20043:24 PM
Hey people! I'm back in Manila... and I do have some stories to tell. Like what's it like to be in a provincial political rally, what's it like when you miss the ferry from Siargao to Surigao, what's it like to be in Siargao when it's not yet surfing season. Yeah! I went to Siargao after such a loooong time. I have a really nice tan (finally finally finally!!!), and I got in touch with Surigaonon self after being exploited in Manila.
However, I'm still at an internet cafe since my place isn't livable yet. Have to blog in public! The agony! More updates as soon as I get rid of the roaches and actually have appliances in my apartment. Hopefully, next week... and then Jill and I can party with dreamcatcher. :-)
A tiny request, guys, please pray that I can finally graduate this June. Thanks!
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"There are things out there that I want to discover, that one day this will all make sense... I am searching for the meaning of this cosmic existence that we're in. And
probably when I find the answer, I'll go and look for the anti-thesis."
5 THINGS
1. I sing in the University Chorale of the University of Asia & the Pacific, and we swept four gold medals in Greece for our very first International Competition. I got to do my two absolute favorite things: singing and traveling.
2. Although I am an Alto Two, my range widens up to Soprano One when I am drunk. Think Charlotte Church's Flower Duet. (I think it has something to do with swallowing the diaper pin when I was a baby). Dancing barefoot in debut parties may also be expected.
3. I work in an non-government organization focused on private sector development. It involves sleepless nights in the office and the constant worry of displeasing a former Secretary of Finance. My other two bosses are harmless.
4. I like my men in uniform. The Military has always been a fascination of mine even before when I was finishing a BA degree in Political Economy.
5. I no longer watch The Bold and the Beautiful much to the joy of friends and family.
