Curbing weekend blues

I've been a good guard dog and I've been to my place of business for 4 consecutive days. Things were getting a little disorganized and I feel that I have to grace them with my presence more often. Plus, I have to closely monitor the new competition.

I, naturally, am a tense person and business is not doing me good. I've become more high-strung than ever. Now, I abhor my cellphone and I hate getting text messages and calls. If only I could do without a cellphone...

And now, on to happy stuff...

I'm now in level 18 in my Spanish course. That's nivel avanzado and I can't bloody believe it! Well, I guess my teachers would find it harder to believe when I start to speak in my still very much flawed Spanish. But the good thing is that we have a new teacher- a real teacher! Only he's too stiff and strict and he doesn't smile, not even a smirk. It must have something to do with him being half-German, Nazi-ish. But I'd rather have a teacher like that than a teacher whose chika but doesn't really impart any knowledge. Nazi actually reminds me of Luis but Luis is more chika. Anyway, I am really excited to go to school on Saturday cos it means I'm going to learn something new! weeee...

After Spanish class, Juno and I went to RP to watch 27 Dresses. Ycel confirmed that she was going but then she had to cancel since she has just came home from work at 5am and had to have some shut-eye first. The movie was scheduled at 4 pm so we ate lunch first at Sbarro, where we bumped into Dani. Dani was with a classmate so we didn't really have time to catch up. During lunch, I pestered Juno with my business-related angst. I've never experienced this much pent-up angst, irritation and frustration combined. Before it was just frustration and angst... but now there's irritation and also the urge to kill someone! Arghhhhh!!!

Thank you Juniper for going with me to watch 27 Dresses. Thanks for listening to me rant and fume about the things (and people) that are currently driving me nuts. Thanks for lending me your Shopaholic books. Next time, we decide to watch a movie, 'wag na sa RP. Imagine, paying P130 to watch a movie in a baul-smelling cinema with flat, de-cushioned seats. Not good.

I'm slipping back into my gloomy days and I have to stop myself from doing so. Hence, the happy books. And happy movie.

Tumpak!

“If a cluttered desk is a sign of a cluttered mind, of what then is an empty desk?” - Albert Einstein

Chongga Strikes Again

Chongga see, Chongga do
Stupid Chongga

Chongga must have thought that I wasn't in there yesterday. She went in and upon seeing that I was there, just said that we are all invited to their nail spa's opening today. But I know she didn't go there to just invite us to their stupid opening. Stupid Chongga.

Unang una, I won't attend your stupid opening because we're not friends. Why would I be friends with someone who just ripped off our idea and tried to pirate our employees, hence the line "'Pag magtayo ako nail spa, take all ko kayo." And please, she's putting up her monochromatic, cheap-looking nail spa just two stalls away from us. So there.. we can't be friends and I will not go to your stupid opening/blessing... baka may lason pa pagkain niyo.

And I bet had I not been there, she could have stayed longer and talked shit and persuaded again my employees to transfer to her eyesore spa. I don't care if I sound like a competitive lunatic here... You know what... I wouldn't be this furious had she put up her nail spud somewhere far, far yonder and had she not tried to pirate my employees. But she did that's why I am fuming...

And I don't care if she's frickin' rich because she still doesn't have frickin' taste. Money can't buy class after all. Manggagaya na nga lang, mas pangit pa! F*ck off, Chongga and don't ever let your frickin' stubby toes enter my domain or else... I will frickin' wish for you to bleed to death... Bwahahaha!!!

Hmmm... I was actually thinking of doing something mean. If you think about it, it is not bad or mean... but the fact that it might affect them is somewhat... mean. But I studied all about patents and trademarks and I know that if I take a picture of their ugly tarp and give it to _______, they might be actually forced to think of an original name. Ano ba 'yan! Lahat ginaya! Intsik nga sya... lahat imitation- Made in China!

After all, imitation is the best form of admiration...
Ultimo lalagyan ng nail polish pareho kami.

A Movie Date with Myself

I am in love with this movie.

I watched it today. Alone. I think this must be the second or third time that I went to the cinema all by myself. Basta, alam ko the first ever movie I saw alone was Mission Impossible for an assignment.

I love this movie because:
1. It is a romantic comedy (which is the movie genre I like best).
2. It is set in New York.
3. I like her wardrobe (not the bridesmaid dresses)

I swear there was never a dull moment while I was watching this movie. I came in 20 minutes late but I still got into the flow of the movie. I kind of enjoyed that I was watching it alone since I was focused on watching the movie. When I watch a movie with someone, I always get this urge to talk to her in the middle of the movie, I don't know why... just like when I attend mass with someone.

I totally agree with what Kevin (James Marsden) said that brides make their bridesmaids wear horrendous gowns so that they won't steal the spotlight from her. So maybe that's it... most especially of the bride's ugly.. Haha! Speaking of James Marsden... I never noticed how cute he was until now. Wala lang... Crush of the day lang 'to. Tomorrow, my attention will be back to Noel as I continue my Felicity marathon.

The funny thing about this movie is that I have a sister who is very similar to Jane Nichols (Katherine Heigl). My sister has been a bridesmaid for quite a number of weddings already. I don't know the exact number but it must be more than 10 times. Maybe 15. I don't know. She doesn't hang them in a cabinet, she stores them in an old suitcase. But she has already given some away so I guess I'll never know the actual count.

I want to watch it again.

Last Friday, I was thinking of how nice it would be to meet with friends on a Friday night and watch movies or have coffee or something- just like what we did Friday nights back in college. After classes, we would stay for an hour or so, have a burger at KFC or just hang out at the Octo Garden and talk about the week that had just passed. I missed that. Now that I'm all cooped up inside the house by myself almost everyday, I'm kinda missing the times when I always had someone to talk to.

Anyway, the thing is I was thinking about that up until Saturday. I guess I was channeling the secret since at around 5pm, Crissa texted me and asked if I wanted to watch Rambo with her. I was hesitant at first since it is kinda late and I've just arrived at the plaza to do my manning duties and I'm kind of in the brink of moving my lazy ass off the chair. Good thing I decided to go. I had a great time with Crissa. She treated me to dinner and I paid for movie. Surprisingly, Rambo was okay. Armida and I have watched far worse movies than Rambo. The movie could have gotten funny at some point and Stallone's face isn't really a pleasant thing to look at. The entire consisted of an hour and a half of body parts flinging everywhere and going splat on the screen. Gory. Crissa actually felt sorry that she dragged me into watching Rambo with her when the type of movies I want to watch are the likes of 27 Dresses (which I'm going to see this afternoon, by myself).

After movie, Crissa and I went to Powerbooks so she could use the gift certificate her student got her. Originally, I wasn't planning on buying anything but since it was 20% off on everything, I decided to get the second Gossip Girl book. Crissa said she could share her GC with me and so I ended up getting the book for free.

Speaking of books, I have a number of books in line but it's taking me ages to finish this book I am currently reading. As much as I would like to get into reading one book per week, there are a lot of distractions such as this internet, TV and a hundred other things.

Okay, new topic. I'm watching Felicity right now although I'm not really watching since I'm doing this. So I keep on rewinding to go back on the scenes I didn't get. Just like with season 1, I'm hooked on season 2. I slept at 3am last night (or morning) because I can't help but watch it one episode after another. I just realized that I'm kind of annoyed at Felicity not just because she's indecisive but that she's also kind of... I don't know... slutty? She must have had 4 boyfriends in a span of 2 years! I don't know.. maybe things are really like that over there. Another factor why I'm addicted to Felicity is the character Noel. It seems that I have this huge propensity to gravitate towards boys who wear flannel shirts. (Of course, I'm talking about my boys in the tv series I watch. Nothing about real-life.) Just like Dan Humphrey, right? Haaay...

Some quotes from Sally Reardon, the woman to whom Felicity sends those audio tapes to.

The hardest part about moving forward is not looking back.

I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in everything. I'm convinced that tragedy wants to harden us, and that our mission is to never let it.

I guess I'm learning, little by little, that we decide what our lives are going to be. Things happen to us, but it is our reactions that matter.

I've become a real believer in not defining every single thing. Seems like everytime you think you've figured out what something is, it just becomes something else.

You can't know who that person is, the person who will become your ultimate confidant, your soul mate, or your lover.

Love is complicated -- full of sacrifice and compromise. But maybe that’s the best part.

Maybe getting over someone you’re in love with isn’t impossible. Unless, maybe you don’t actually get over it. Maybe you just learn to live with it.

Sometimes bad things just happen -- no reason, no purpose. They just occur and we're left to pick up the pieces the best we can.

I want...

This is the counter that I want. Unfortunately, this is not the counter that I have. I had it fixed already but I am still having difficulties with it. For one, it is smaller and I don't have much space. Imagine sitting there for hours and the only movements you can make is to turn to your right. Second, it still isn't high enough for customers not to see what I am doing in my desk. I don't want them to see that I'm watching Gossip Girl or I'm writing entries on my journal or playing Luxor on the computer. But I guess it has to be not too high to be able to check on the girls when they're at work. Hay nako... I just wish it's higher and I could just have a higher stool or chair to sit on. I feel cramped in that tiny space.

But time will come when space and money will permit me to have this dream counter of mine...

And I want this...
PROMISE!

Medyo totoo... Katakot.

Val, Loving Too Much is your primary love story!

The Loving Too Much story stems from your overflowing love and hope. Sometimes, however, it can be muddied by misguided feelings, expectations and sometimes, an unrequited desire.

The people you're most attracted to are usually just out of reach and all the more alluring for it — like those early crushes on teen idols. The less available your partner is, emotionally and physically, the more desirable he becomes.

You daydream, and your imagination fills in the details that reality hasn't provided. Do you ever seek out indirect contact with this person, visiting his workplace or getting to know his friends? Do you find yourself dreaming about marriage after a second date, or perhaps after a quick affair? The hit film "Fatal Attraction" illustrates an extreme version of the Loving Too Much story — taking it to abnormal levels. What it doesn't fully explore is the capacity for love that you probably possess.

People who share your story have plenty to offer, but they tend to put too much love into someone they shouldn't. Some people also interpret their partner's actions as they want to, not necessarily as they were intended. Sometimes this happens because they spend more time focusing on the fantasy of a relationship rather than the reality of one. It is also possible that you assign characteristics of your last love to the person you are dating.

Psychologists see people projecting all the time. Projecting feelings about one person onto another. Do you know the person you have developed feelings for, or are you projecting what they might be like because they seem to match what you want in life? Do you fall for anyone in a lab coat because you want to marry a doctor? Do you ignore strong feelings for a long-time friend because he isn't a doctor?

The Greeks had Venus and the Romans had Aphrodite. Your archetypal love story has been filling the pages of literature and poetry for centuries, though recently it's been negatively promoted by Hollywood. In film, the extreme form of your story can be found in the stalker of "Play Misty for Me." But let's not forget the classic "Cyrano De Bergerac," whose obsession with a woman is stymied by his fear she'll reject him over the size of his nose. In a more contemporary version of the tale, "The Truth About Cats and Dogs," Janeane Garofalo plays a woman obsessed with a man she's too afraid to court herself. These love stories are powerful precisely because they are shared by so many. Though the settings change, the story remains the same.

Loving Too Much is about the things in life that you don't think you can have, then learning to create a more realistic ideal for yourself and your partner. It's about working through the fear of rejection, insecurities, and overwhelming longing to love wholly and completely.