Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Kwentong Chopsuey

i should be doing something but I'm too sick to do it.

I've had this horrible colds since Sunday and it has been hampering my enthusiasm to become productive.

Alam nyo ba na malapit na akong maregular sa trabaho? whoohoo! who would have thought I'd last this long? Not me, for sure. To think na a month ago, i was ready to throw in the towel. But look at me now... having my revalida in less than 48 hours.

I'm not very confident going into this revalidation process, although i would never try to discount my experience in orienting. I've had, like, a million orientations in less than 5 months. I'm just worried that I would talk very fast or i would unwittingly let out my sense of humor. This presentation should be serious, a quality I havent really mastered.

Shempre, now that i changed numbers/ have my own line, feeling mayaman na ako. Nakipagtelebabad ako kay Tubby for around 9 minutes talking nonsense. Actually, i was telling her how i much i miss her. but the real reason i called was to rant because out of the blue, thoushallnotbenamed texted me to ask something. what? i thought he was dead? Shempre, ako naman, nalito.

I thought naman kasi na kaya he was asking for the direction to this 'romantic', dream -like dating/ events place where he would take Beyonce. It suddenly occurred to me na almost a year (if not a year) na rin pala sila together. Malay ko ba na he was concocting a romantic candle light dinner by the garden? pero knowing him, he's not that creative. Hwewewe.

Yun pala, he was merely picking up his brother there. Ako naman, si feeling-mayaman, call naman ako. isa na akong tamad mag text kasi hindi conducive sa pagtetext ang phone ko. nagulat ata sha na i called kaya for formalities sake, he asked how i was. Ayun, sabi ko, ok lang. In an attempt to be casual, i asked him if he's in UP dahil yun ang vantage point nya eh. ahem, turned out that he was at Beyonce's office waiting for her to go out. SHempre, slap back to reality. O-k. sila pa rin (kasi there were rumors na di na raw nagwowork out ang 'long distance' relationship nila eh).

Not that I cared, really. (disclaimer na naman ba ito?) I've never pictured us getting back together in like a gazillion years. Wala lang, i just thought that our first ever conversation after graduation would be, well, different. yun lang.

Should i be depressed that none of my officemates (with the exception of ADi) has visited my blog baby? We are close, but are we that close to show them the more personal and intimate side of Anna banana? Am i ready to disclose to them the life that i have oh-so-graphically disclosed to the 2, +++ visitors of my blog, most of which are my friends who come by often (mga around ten lang sila... hehe.. tapos yung 1000 page visits, ako lang yun.. joke). After the near death experience, siguro ay panahon na nga.

Actually, im more concerned sa maaaring effect ng pagkabasa nila ng aking blog. Lalo na si MTB. SHempre, baka naman after nyang malaman na isa na shang constant visitor sa aking mga panaginip (cheesy pero true to life), F na F na nyang mahal ko sha. although i know na hindi naman sha ganun. Eh what if he ignores me na? Pweh. bahala na.

Speaking of panaginip, i dreamt of him again last night. Again, not in any way sexual. Para nga syang continuation nung panaginip ko the other night. This time, he introduced me to his parents. hahaha.. A view of things to come. hahaha.

Matutupad ang mga fantasy dialogues ko.

Ginagap ko ang kamay ni Father-in-law to be (FILTB) while saying,

" papa, i mean sir, gusto nyo ho ba talagang maging masaya si MTB? pwes, magtulungan po tayo. Wag po natin shang hayaan na maging single forever.
(looks at FILTB straightly)
... wala po akong maipapangako sa inyong yaman. ang tanging maipapangako ko lamang sa inyo ay magandang lahi, at walang sawang kaligayahan, sa anak nyo po, ok? i repeat, sa anak ninyo, hindi sa inyo."

Umandar na naman ang kakapalan ko.. but you know, im always kidding. hanggang hirit lang naman ako eh.

Kung nadadaan lang kasi ang mga bagay sa hirit.

... pero hindi...

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