Wednesday, August 31, 2005
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I am probably one of the most unromantic people on earth! Today, my officemate Ais held up her left hand and said excitedly, "Look o!" And I was all, "What am I looking at?" She had to point out her ring and I completely freaked out! Goodness. Gaah, can I just say I almost ruined her day? Talk about clueless and unromantic me! She just got engaged the night before and she was showing me her engagement ring! It took me a few moments to realize she was engaged already! It was a very happy day at work because of that. All the girls (I didn't notice the guys, but I doubt if guys gush) were gushing. Even if I am a cynic, I was completely overwhelmed by the engagement. There's something so romantic and touching about two people realizing they're meant to be and want to be together forever. :) * * * A passage from The Historian by Elizabeth Kostova (I digress: my dad lent this to me because he thinks I need a break from all the fluff [he says] I'm reading. So far, so good) which I really liked:
Something so lonely about it that made me cry.
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Monday, August 22, 2005
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Two tiny paper stars on my pc's monitor greeted me today when I came in for work. It instantly cheered me up and banished my Monday blues. That, and an e-mail from a long lost friend. And cupcake and chocolate cake for me and Crissy from Watty. And one of the most spectacular sunsets I have ever seen: a fuschia sun in the midst of gray clouds after the rain with God-light emerging through the clouds above it. And a gorgeous golden moon to guide us home. Little things that remind me life is okay, so far.
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Saturday, August 20, 2005
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I am completely clueless when buying gifts for kids, especially when it comes to infants and little boys. Goodness. So when Watty invited me to her nephew's first birthday party, I said okay but completely put off buying a gift, assuming that it would be easy to get (on the day itself at that). Oh wow, I forgot how hard it is to buy a gift. Buying my godson a birthday gift last year was a bit tough as well. I didn't want to get clothes because I was not sure of the fit nor did I want to get a toy because I wasn't quite sure what he already had (but with all the toys in the toy department now, wow I don't think any kid could get a double). Last time, I got a toy, but in retrospect, I wanted to get something else that was more (coming from) me. For today, I was half decided on a teddy bear or this plush hippo, when I realized it wasn't exactly age-appropriate. Anyway, I settled on what to get (something educational!) after I remembered reading all about it on an online journal and that's what I'll get my godson for his birthday this year as well. I actually didn't think it was available locally. Coincidentally, it was also the theme of the party--no wonder the stuff I got was vaguely familiar. Well. I haven't been to children's party in a long time and I quite enjoyed myself today, hanging out with Watty and Crissy. It was an interesting thing, watching (and trying to catch the magic tricks, but only Crissy could do so) the magician and eating and just being there. Goodness, I didn't really do so much there but eat and chat, but I really am zonked out after today. Must be all the laughing and trips to the food stations. * * *  Monday night's lesson learned: never never wear my Mang Boy pants or any of my new pants when I know I'll be eating out and a lot at that! Yes, it's a pride thing.To celebrate my dad's birthday, we went out to a buffet dinner and oh my gosh, I ate a lot. The food was very good and it didn't really help that we were seated near all the food stations--our table was in the center of everything so we could see all the food coming from the kitchen, food being prepared at the food station, people going from their tables and back and so on. We were closest, though, to the dessert station with the chocolate fountain right behind me. And no, I wasn't even able to try it because I was too full and just settled for a tiramisu-esque thing in a shot glass (but it was sinfully chocolate) and a scoop of ice cream. I don't know how my bro did it, making so many trips to the buffet tables, but seriously, if I wasn't actually concerned about my pants or my thighs or overeating (not a pleasant sensation, really, even with all the good food), I'd love to eat some more. :)
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Saturday, August 13, 2005
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Oh boo. I had a whole post e-mailed from the office to post, but something is wrong with Gmail. I can't access my mail at all. I've been trying to retrieve mail since this afternoon, but not successful. Anyway, it was mostly about my hair! Haha! Okay fine I am sort of warming up to my hair which I've realized, is a flippy and fun 'do which does not need much maintenance... yet. Or maybe I've tried to convince myself my hair is okay. No choice, it has to grow out someday so I have to live with it. I just stayed home today--for once in such a looong time. I miss just staying at home, curled up with a book and no agenda. Actually that's not good--I just realized as I lay in bed this morning that I could've used the time to catch up on some stuff in the office... but ugh, I need a break. I don't want to spend more time than I have to in the office.
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Saturday, August 06, 2005
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Waah! My hair is so short! Boo. I have been dying to get a haircut as my hair is too long and sort of ratty already, with my straightening done a year ago already. I only wanted a trim, telling the stylist to cut only about two inches. The stylist said my request was too short so he suggested a longer length with layers which I agreed to. I was pretty immersed with my magazine reading and just let the stylist snip away... then I looked down. Oh. My. Gosh. I started thinking, is that my hair??? I saw almost five inches of hair on the floor. From halfway down my back, it's now... really, really short. Auggghh! I have been growing my hair for more than two years now, it's the longest it's ever been and now it's gone! Waaah! My hair is now short and layered. The wayward lock that I hate so much (one time after a decent haircut, I cut it again myself at home because it grows out funny and ugly! I suppose it's one reason why I grew my hair out: to never see it again!) resurfaced, completely out of place again. In general my hair looks... weird. Sigh. This is what I get for not taking care of my hair, not going to the salon regularly, not having a stylist who knows my hair. The thing is, I haven't found any stylist who can do my hair well. I wanted to try Gwennie's stylist but the stylist was in Canada. I go to different salons, but I've never been completely satisfied with how my hair is done. Now I just have to wait for my hair to grow out again. Oh this is sad. No more playing with my hair. No more tossing my hair--haha, as if it was shampoo commercial-worthy, but now I know why girls toss their hair. No more twisting hair with a clamp. No more looking at and admiring the expanse of hair down my back--that's vain of me, but I have never had long hair in my life, so I couldn't quite get over how long it Of course, I guess my hair could take a break from the stressful length it's been, considering it's been falling a lot. Something good has to come out of this! That, and a book I bought because I was so upset over my hair. Sigh again.
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Thursday, August 04, 2005
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I wish most of my days would end like this: good food, stimulating conversation and tons of laughter with some of the nicest people (Jo [thanks thanks!], Watty, Mel, Mims, Kathy, Candy Wendy, Josh, Crissy) ever. I don't think anything could be better. :)
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Tuesday, August 02, 2005
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Boohoo, I just want to rant! So much stress today! I hate Tuesdays. As far as I can remember Tuesday was always the worst day of the week in school. When I was in high school, it was our latest day--our school days usually ended at 320p, but ended 410p only on Tuesdays! Why?! If I'm not mistaken, my Math and Science subjects usually fell on Tuesdays as well. It's an odd day: it's one day after Monday, the weekened just ended and since Monday's done, there isn't any excuse for Monday blues (are there Tuesday blues?). Wednesday's even better than Tuesday because the week is halfway done, but when it's Tuesday, the weekend is so far away. Boo. Tuesday is also an extremely unhappy and busy day in the office. I've noticed that Tuesday is even worse than Monday! Today was no exception. My hands hurt from keeping my anger to myself and throwing (quiet) tantrums by slamming my hands and fist on the table. *Ouchie* Can you actually sprain or hurt your hands? Mine are still painful and shaky from today. :( Really really really bad day. I am considering exercising as a way to relieve all the stress and bad energy. I don't like taking out my anger on myself through slamming stuff but rather in ways that are beneficial to me (like maybe getting rid of my pooching tummy and thighs for once). Goodness, eight months into the year, I have not fulfilled what I've considered doing as a resolution earlier this year (and the year before that and so on). That's so weird, I have so, so many things to do, but can't seem to do all these things. I really have to make out a schedule. I mastered that scheduling skill in college--I hated it, but oddly I was able to finish lots of stuff in a reasonable amount of time by simply scheduling. Well. I guess I have to get back to that. Such a simple thing made my life so much easier. Now I think I need that more than ever with my seemingly aimless and cluttered life. Yikes. * * * Kerfuffles in life are made easier with friends to help you through it. Hey Watty. :) Thanks. Kerpapol. ;)
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