Entries for December, 2004

Pooped, literally.

Oh no. It stopped raining. Does that mean I need to get up for work tomorrow?

Wah.

Not that I don't want to work. I just don't want to go to Makati and end up being stranded.

Like just this evening -- I got to the MRT Buendia station at a little after six. I was waiting for a train, but it didn't come. I then heard an announcement that there was a power failure in one of their stations. I had to take a bus home. (A big deal for me, since I'd only taken the bus twice before -- and those were ten minute rides only. *Baguio and Bicol not included.) The rain wasn't so bad. The wind was. Grabe. Walking and keeping the umbrella open the right way was hard!

Okay, that was almost being stranded.

Work has been tiring. (Gee, it's only been three days!) I have to work standing up almost the whole eight hours. That kills my feet and my legs. Then I think the laboratory was built without tall people in mind. I have to bend down just to use the microscope. (And note that I use the microscope all day.) That kills my posture. But I know things will get better once I get the hang of handling poop and pee all day. Oh yes, I'm assigned to that part of the lab. I'll rotate to the other sections where I'll be handling blood soon. (I hope.)

I'm still in the adjustment period. I'm not yet as comfortable as I'd like to be when I'm around my co-workers. That's normal. They're all nice, though. The down side is we're all female. Bah. All eight of us. The lab's not that big. And I hardly get out to see the other people like the nurses and the doctors outside, in that clinic.

The nice thing about working there, though, is I'm not expected to talk much. It suits me just fine. I like being quiet sometimes.

I need to buy scrub suits. Where can I get them??

I need to sleep.



"Everything else is wonderful after a day of poo and piss." - Lyn Mercado

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unbeknownst | 11:50 PM

Curlicues

I didn't know Robert Ludlum passed away in 2001.

I've been reading The Gemini Contenders on my way home from work on the MRT. It's funny how eveytime I take the book out to read, people just have to read over my shoulder. It's amusing but irritating at the same time. They don't know how to be discreet about it.

Tss. Bring your own book, and let's proceed to ignore each other.


Ahhh, discretion.

I think that a lot of Filipinos were never taught that staring is rude. Has anyone else here noticed that?


I didn't know the medical supply stores in Bambang are closed on Sundays.

We were supposed to go there yesterday. I need to buy scrub suits. Wearing business attire to work in a lab is too expensive. Besides, all the other people in the lab wear scrub suits. And this morning she tells me Bambang's closed on Sundays. Great. I'm pissed.


Helen

We recorded three songs last Friday at Shinji's Sound Creation studio. The first take of the first song was good. Really good. In fact, all songs we recorded were really good. I sang with a stuffy nose and a scratchy throat (In the past few days, sometimes even talking is an effort.), but we'd only be using the drum tracks so that's okay. My bandmates are really so talented. I love them. Heheh.


Si Chicoy

I got to talk to text with you last week. I admit that I missed it. I wonder what happened. Really.

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unbeknownst | 12:03 PM

The things I don't expect to get.

I want an updated dictionary for Christmas. Really. Plus CDs and books I like. Clothes are acceptable but I hope I get things I like (otherwise -- instant gifts!) Accessories like earrings and bangles and bags and watches are okay.

Hmm.

Sting. U2. More Sting. HP Book 5. (Yes, I still don't have one.) Incubus S.C.I.E.N.C.E or Make Yourself. Dishwalla. Jazz CDs. APC. More Ludlum books.

Cash gifts are also welcome.

Yeah.

Right.


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My mind's a muddle of yellowish, refractile circles of varying sizes.

8 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 12:30 AM

Sam.

These were taken last Friday during the recording courtesy of Wiggie's cam. (wee-jee)



Sammy baby.



Holding hands. The shadow's a mic stand.



And I took this shot. Hah.

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unbeknownst | 12:52 AM

The Ups and the Downs

I was standing among the stalls of the Sunday tiangge at the Lung Center this morning when I saw a very good friend's mom buying something two stalls away. I immediately started walking towards her, all set on saying hi and kissing her cheek, when I suddenly stopped dead in my tracks.

Changed my mind. Hundred-eighty degree turn.

The man she was with was not her husband.

...

Who knows... maybe she was just with her brother or a family friend.


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It's funny how I experience sudden attacks of sadness at the oddest times -- like when I was having my hair washed before I was to get my hair cut. The jazzy Christmas tunes got to me, I guess. I don't dread the holidays. I just... feel nothing.


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Another little thing

I took out my Ludlum so I could read on the MRT again. When I sat down the guy beside talked to me.

"Wouldn't you get a headache from reading?"

"Ahhh, no." (smile)

And then we talked for two stations. It was nice. I did check if my bag was intact after we parted ways but still, it was nice. It turned my mood up a notch or two.


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I rode a jeep the other day and sat beside a guy with a crate full of blue-gray doves in front of him. I was close enough to touch the tops of their little heads. I was sitting there, mesmerized by them.

"Pwede ko pong hawakan yung ulo nila?"

Hehe. It was just something I had to do.

Esthero's Heaven Sent 6 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 10:07 PM

It's oh so quiet.

My phone's battery went to heaven.

Alba. Lengua. Callos. Chorizo. Samurai crepe. Conchinilla. Whoa.

But.



There are no words to describe the nothingness I feel.

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unbeknownst | 03:49 PM

Bare Minimum

Like what he said.

I felt a bit of Christmas yesterday. I accompanied a friend while he bought a pair of shoes and I got excited about it. (The shoes look great, really!)

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I learned just last night that donuts were fried, not baked. That made me sad.

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I've been craving for a Boston Kreme and a cup of coffee from Dunkin' Donuts for the past two weeks. I first had that coffee and donut combination when I was with my bestest friend when we watched Van Helsing last April. I think I miss her.

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Christmas cheer: none found.

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I want to sing and sing and sing. I miss the gigs.

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I'm really a happy person, really.


let'sspinincircles.let'sloseourheads.let'sfallonourknees.hurrahhurrah.blah.

Nothing's happening.

(Uy Jars, parang ikaw o.)

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unbeknownst | 09:47 PM

Punky Brewster

Does anyone remember her?

Or how about Small Wonder? The one with Vicky, the robot, whose armpits were electrical sockets?

...


We talked about him this evening, and I found myself saying,

"It happened again. It always happens to me."

Wasn't that a quote from the self-pity book? Sheesh.




Not that it matters anyway.

that Pinwheel song 11 tweaked.

unbeknownst | 01:46 AM