Listening to: Hannah Hickok's songs (Really, you should, too.)

I have a file I keep in the office for me to write random things in. Here's what I wrote on Friday:

le 11 septembre 2009
11h 01m

Finally able to listen to my playlist!!!

Now listening to City and Colour. Wooooof. Happy Friday, nothing can bother me now.

...I can't stop smiling. But I'm keeping this to myself for now. Maybe for always. Some things are not meant to be said.

"There's no need to rush, we're all just waiting, waiting to die."
- Waiting, City and Colour  

13h27h

Everyone's leaving.

Bought a cake for A. earlier. She cried when I put it on her table. (I'll miss that kid.)

Quiet Sunday today. Took my work home. My boss from Aus will be in Manila for the next two weeks; I have to leave my schedule open so I can take them exploring/shopping/spelunking (haha, not really spelunking, I just think it's a funny, funny word. It ranks up there with spatula and yogurt. *grins*).

Went to the office yesterday for Excel training. Now I know Macros, woooof. Can't wait to try it out on my reports. ...uhm, that was quite a geeky thing to say wasn't it? Oh, well. That's all I ever do.

Anyway, anyway...just wanted to say...

I said to you the one gift which I'd adore
The package of the next ten years unfolding
But you told me if I had my way I'd be bored
Right then I knew I loved you best born of your scolding

- Language or the Kiss, Indigo Girls

(Lagi mo na lang binabasag ang trip ko. Wala na 'kong hirit na swak, 'pag ikaw ang kasama ko. Sabi mo, mas mainam ang ganyan dahil walang kayang kumontra sa 'kin. Sabi ko, 'e shit ka pala sa earth, e.' Pero tama ka. Sumasaya ako. Bukas ulit, magpapa-deep ka na naman at babasagin mo'ng trip ko. Haha, can't wait.)

Listening to: A song for our fathers, Explosions in the Sky

I've been meaning to go back to writing for a long time now. Most of my friends have moved on to other things, like living: falling in love, getting married, having kids.

And because I have done none of those things, I'm still here.

Watched Disney-Pixar's UP with Kat and Tâ on Friday. We were at the Trinoma Mall and didn't know that a group called The Jabbawockeez was there, didn't expect that thousands would turn up to watch them.

We lost each other in the crowd, with me reeling from the noise and smell of sweat (I was diagnosed with Meniere's Disease a month ago), Tâ going to the second level North EDSA MRT exit, and Kat walking all the way to SM North to look for a romance novel.

After a flurry of SMS messages (Tâ, not me, as I don't SMS; I call), we decided to follow Kat to SM North. It was raining and there was mud and people everywhere, but we made it to the mall without any further mishaps.

The film opens with a long series of scenes about Carl and Ellie: how they met, fell in love, got married, renovated their house together, how they grew old (still together), and how she passed away before he did...I was blinking back tears all throughout that first sequence.

I was surprised to hear my words spoken by the young Ellie, "You don't say much, do you? I like you!" When my friend Smokey visited in June, I told him, "I like talking to R., because he just sits there, silent. I really like him."   Smokey gave me an amused grin.

People expect me to always be around when they want to talk about themselves, their lives, their issues. Sometimes it annoys me, but most of the time, it leaves me too drained. So having someone who doesn't dump their problems on me feels like a balm.

(Anyhoo, I just wanted to tell you movie's great. You should go to your local cinema and watch it, it's worth your 150 pesos, and then some.)



Three weeks, in retrospect. From L-R, clockwise: 1) Ate at Peri-peri Restaurant after... 2) getting my hearing test results (I am not going deaf, after all) at the Manila Hearing Aid Center, 3) The egg chair at the MHAC looks cool. I want my own soundproof studio with a chair like that, too, for hours of karaoke fun, 4 & 5) I packed my stuff a couple of weeks ago because the carpenters were going to paint the built-in cabinet. Yes, Pogi the guitar is not so pogi anymore, I took out his strings. And good thinking on my part to cover my keyboard with a bath towel; there was dust everywhere, 6) The finished product...and uhm, I have to buy new pewter-finish knobs, grrr, 7) Found all the boxes of mobile phones I've had over the years (in order of purchase: Motorola V2288 (I called him Kenny after that South Park character), Nokia 3315, Sony Ericsson T230, Motorola Razr V3X, and Erik, the Sony Ericsson C702 (it's always a Moto or SE for me, thanks for noticing)), and 8) My new kid, Nameless, the ASUS laptop. :)


Thanks to LowerCasePeople for the idea of a weekly blog update.

My cat has not gone home for almost three weeks now. Some people would prob'ly say forget about it, and focus my attention on the other 15 cats we have.

But I can't.

I remember a summer day like this, I carried him to the vet because his liver was hanging out from a deep cut on his chest. My dad watched it all, without the usual silly grin on his face.

Someone told me once that animals take our pain, and I've seen this happen all too often.

Now I wonder, if I let him die then, if I didn't take him to the vet...would my dad have lived?

I have to stop missing everybody.