1.)this is what i get for procrastinating.i know i should've renewed my passport a month ago and now i might not be able to go with my teammates to macau in february.first singapore and malaysia, and now this. oi, and i've been so badly wanting to get away lately.i've already applied for
renewal online and hopefully i can still avail of the promo when i make the reservations.thank god for technology even if at times it does encourage impatience and promote sophisticated forms of stalking, voyeurism and prostitution.
2.)what a difference a few words make.hearing things like
gusto ka talaga namin makasama or seeing posters like barbie and the magic of pegasus(of come on, don't tell me it's not the least bit ironic.or maybe i've been spending too much time with guy teammates -> two weeks of night shift can radically alter one's sense of humor as well as one's propensity for innuendos)can make you smile.i realized now i like knowing i'm needed and that i can share something with people, even if it's just my presence.
3.)it's wonderfully startling to come across a poem for the first time and find that it echoes the same thought as the one you're working on, proving once more that themes, like the experience that inspire them, recur in poetry and what makes it unique is the vantage of the writer.here is the first line of j. neil garcia's poem love and grief:
how simple to say i understand it now -
there's no love that does not end in grief.my almost-finished poem, which incidentally is temporarily-entitled love-grief, begins...
our grief has been foretold
that moment we choose to lovefinally, i have finished a poem that i am happy with, something i haven't been able to do for almost 3 years(yes, it's been that long).the last time i was seized by a writing frenzy, i was smitten(ooh that sounds british,doesn't it?).and then we all know how it ended,i was
smitten.for anyone who is interested, i promise to post the poem soon(after i get over procrastinating and start to work out the kinks).
4.)i talked to a person with a genuine british accent last night over the phone.i say genuine because there are a lot of people who try to come up with a british accent but end up sounding constipated at best and retarded at worst.anyway, i was genuinely amused that even while he was arguing with me and doing it rather stupidly, i didn't hang up on him.i guess it also helps that he's a customer, irate, stupid and unreasonable as he may be, and is therefore, always right.
5.)22 years later and i am still watching eat bulaga and laughing at the same knock-knock jokes.if only people can stay in love as long as this.there's nothing really extraordinary about the show, it's real and ordinary even, so ordinary that it strikes a chord of familiarity and a sense of security.at the same time, it still manages to maintain that elusive quality, that even if it is the same joke or the same spoof, it is always experienced in a different way.but more importantly,it makes me laugh and reminds me of home.
6.)despite my resolve to be independent and self-sufficient, i miss being taken care of and fussed over.that's why i am so thankful my parents are coming over the end of the month.i look forward to coming home to my mom's delicious meals, especially adobo and bopiz, and to my dad making lambing.growing up, i told myself i would be different from my parents, not because they're bad, but because i just want to have a totally unique and distinct identity.these days, however, i find myself admiring my mom even more and hoping to be even half as wondeful as she is and being drawn to guys that are as kind, hard-working and patient as my dad.
7.)i have always been wary of letting my competitive streak get the best of me because i dislike being agitated and stressed out.don't you just hate that breathless, heart-pounding feeling sometimes? besides, i have a tendency to turn into self-centered, would-do-and-say-mean-things bitch.today, during a meeting at work, at the thought of being outdone and "out-bragged" yet again by another ambitious teammate, i engaged in a little game of wills.and i, might i proudly say, emerged victorious.i didn't even have to be mean.now time to morph out of the full battle-gear mode.
8.)i miss my cats.it's a nice feeling knowing you're responsible for a few lives - even if they were just cats'.
9.)my team leader, who i have been working with since i moved to hp, is moving to a new role.i'm happy for him because he'd finally be doing what he really wants.but i sure am gonna miss him though.when our team was restructured i told my boss i wanted to stay in the same team as him.he's exceptionally smart(but doesn't flaunt it like a lot of people i know.doesn't it make you admire smart people more if they're not so self-absorbed?) and has a crazy sense of humor.and even if picks on me a lot, he's always been supportive and helpful.in fact, he was one of the people who defended me against
moon-face.
10.)the nanny is back on tv.it's nice to know some good things do come back.now, if they'd only bring back bubblegum-flavored mcflurry.
