it’s bliss

i am not used to being sick. the worst sickness i’ve ever had in my life is a fever, and the rate i’ve had it is probably once every two years. But since I don’t rely on my memory, I asked Miel last year if he’s ever seen me sick with fever in the whole time we’ve known each other and his answer was no. So that’s my hardest evidence–I’ve never caught a fever in the past five years.

but guess what, in the 8 months i’ve been employed, i got the fever twice! what can u say about that?? naiinis at nade-depress ako at wala akong ibang madamay kundi ang opisina namin. syempre, it’s the office plus the fact that i’m seated smack dab in the coldest spot in the office when i’m the most anti-cold person in the world! call it sweeping generalization but i therefore concur, as miel puts it, "aircon is hazardous to your health"!

being sickly bothers me so much that i’ve gotten emotional. Ii’m so helpless and inactive and i can’t work out. i begin feeling sorry for myself and i cry at the lamest things. nung isang araw may nadaanan lang ako habang naglalakad sa ayala tapos napaluha ako. tapos ngayon lang, iyak ako sa ‘microserfs’. ano ba???

AYOKO NG MAY SAKIT.

i’m so bothered by his driving. [understatement of the month!] recklessly fast on the highways, dangerously close to vehicles on the right (while really far away from other cars on the left side!). and the swerving and careless lane-shifting. yikesssss! tonight, i really had to shriek three times to make him at least nudge the steering wheel into the opposite direction, saving the car from more scrapes and scratches.

backseat driver i am? possibly. but the fact that he never once reacted negatively when i "backseat" drove now makes me think that my shrieking is called for and justified.

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newsflash(es): i’m watching a wolfgang and razorback concert at music museum this friday. then the pyro olympics on saturday. (while we’re at it, might as well catch a movie at mall of asia since we’ll have to hang out that place before/after the show!) i want to visit that MV Doulos but don’t know if i’ll have the time. also want to go to the beach…SOON. i’m just disgustingly pale in the face. planning to volunteer for a rock ed community project on jan.26–para naman may sefless item sa activity list ko. besides, haven’t been to naga before…(nyar! may ulterior motive pa rin pala!) had tickets reserved for liveaids on feb 4.

2007, here i come.

anyone care to join me in any of those???

I wish i always wrote this way. Shorter entries. My sister has always noted how long my sentences and paragraphs are, since she does web design and one basic principle of web writing is to keep sentences short. And since then, I’ve observed that on the web, most paragraphs constitute a maximum of three sentences. Well, at least in well-written, user-friendly websites.

In addition, thanks to the Douglas Coupland book lent by Tin (hullo there!), I’m getting into the habit of scribbling down random thoughts, and not just my general, over-all sentiments in life. It’s cool. And I like it. I like the change. It’s like I’m seeing more details in myself, instead of nobela-like lengths of self-analysis whose conclusions, in fact, may not be all that accurate anyway.

That and, of course, because shorter thoughts are easier to read/consume. Usability rules.

And salute to Mr. Coupland!

i’ve been banging my head for business ideas. career alternatives. life-shaking moves. a way out of today’s work.

the funny thing is, it’s not out of dissatisfaction with my current job. i have no complaints. i am not depressed. there is no haunting, frustrating, consuming  sentiment towards what i do today.

it’s just that i feel there should be something more. that i should strive for something more, for something i am more passionate about, and not just settle for what is here because it’s already "okay". "okay" just seems, well, not so okay.

the weirder thing? i am amused about how much i am thinking about it, and though i am banging my head at every opportunity i have, my head still hasn’t bruised.

i don’t think i’ve ever come up with a set of "new year’s resolution" cos it’s so hard to think of things that i want to change in my life. but it’s never too late to start, right?

so here goes. in no particular order:

1. read more books and make less excuses why i don’t read

2. do more workouts that will make my stomach smaller (it’s the part of my body that expands the fastest–next to my face, that is, but i can’t do much about THAT)

3. exert more effort in "chasing" my dreams. but since my dreams aren’t really defined…i guess i ought to take steps towards realizing what they are

4. be less self-centered

5.

hmm. i seem to be stuck with 4.

i must really be a sucker for stability.