bakit nagsisilabasan ang mga "coñotic" ngayon? at ang dami nila! i was pondering on the thought as i made my way to the office. this was what happened: while waiting for a jeepney heading downtown i chanced upon a group of "kikay girls", obviously waiting for a ride. judging by the blue PE pants worn by one of them i instantly knew their destination as most of them carry books and reading materials held in brightly colored plastics. busy kids, i thought, but when we rode the same jeepney i realized what was making them occupied. take note, they really sounded as if they had their hands really full. the topic: hair and nail colors, comparison of notes on the best spa center, gym facilities, coffee shops and more. geez, so much for appearances. the best part of this was that, i was just in time to catch a route 11 jeepy before the go in san pedro street and with me were 2 young men, students i was sure, and they went like "grabe bay, giatangan ako nung mga taga ddc nung isang araw, muntik na ako di kadagan ba." oh heaven help me. i almost fell from my seat when the other student replied: "unsa imo gigawa? hindi ka man siguro nadakpan kay wala ka man galos". really, it was too much to bear.
i'm crazy over korean films again. and i'm crazy over lee dong gun. i was up til 2am today. slept for 4 hours and then up again. oh well this is me when i start liking a film, a series for this matter. i'm watching this korean series titled 'smile again' by lee dong gun and an equally handsome opposite whose name i don't know (and i'm not sure if i had seen a movie/series starring him before either) and a girl not so popular but pretty nonetheless. i know i should get home early tomorrow, i really should... in a matter of hours (maybe 5 or 6) i'd have the series done already... so ruth, aja!
dancing to the tune of la niña. a good three hours full being stuck in the office, even the internet could not provide a good company. it was really foolish not to beat the usual 5:01 record (i am the 9am-5:01 employee of bc, unmatched). i was even more foolish to disregard heaven's forboding. now i am here, doodling, sketching, chatting, but nothing settles my wandering spirit back to the comfort of my home where the tv and the dvd are waiting beside the cd box. talk about wasting time...
now that i have so much time to myself, i find life so boring and tiring. three weeks of vacation leave is not bad when u have somewhere to go and some extra cash to stash away, but when you're heading for the beginning of the semester with your thesis on top of your list of priorities, then the best thing to do is stay home, enjoy the city from where you are, and wait until the leave is done.
sometimes i come to the office. i can't help it. i feel like i'm dying just by staying home the whole day. being the obsessive-compulsive type, i have almost gotten rid of all dust from every nook and corner of the house, did the laundry, cleaned the porch. i have even tried my hands in the kitchen but to no avail. not that i am not good at it (as fruits of my labor were sometimes praised). it is just that my heart simply does not find happiness with me chopping, mixing, and doing every this and that in that part of the house.
two weeks more and i'd be finally back in the office, facing the pressure, dancing to its demands. i'd again be in the company of the friends i have grown to love, be in front of my lappy again enjoying and abusing the net, getting calls and doing the nitty-gritty parts of elearning stuffs. two weeks more... i hope i'd still get to see that day... forced leaves are never really happy.
