season break ends

Math. Ew.

The wretched business of the salary increase issue in the office makes us all bleed from our eyeballs. It’s Monday, for whoever’s sake! As much as I would love to get more money, I don’t really like computing it. I just wanna spend it. 

Which is exactly why my brother annahilated us last night at Monopoly. I, for one, was not big on playing a game that involves money (which is rapidly becoming a vague memory for me), but in the spirit of the only time all four of us were in the house together, I agreed. I was playing against people younger than me. And still I got screwed. I should not be opening my own business.

But I am. At least I hope so. I feel like at this time of my life, I should be founding something significant and vaguely adult-smelling. To have my own business would placate my ever-hassling dad and bring some kind of reality to my otherwise fantasy-ridden existence. I don’t think I can fly it, but if I crashed and burned I’d know not to do it again.

Which should be my motto right now. I need a bit of clarity because I am doing it again, I am headlong into a crash that I will not survive. Or maybe I will. Because this time, I am not investing as much, because if this one crashed and burned and exploded, I wouldn’t care less. Still, I am hesitant to because I have seen this plan backfire so many times. I may end up caring even more and I may become even more of a wreck because of it. I don’t want to. I’m scared to.

Feeling takes too much out of me.

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Spent Saturday with the Kabirds. (Yes, I will upload the pictures! The thing is my memcard is way too small for the reader here in the office and the only way I know how to upload the blasted things is through Infrared. I will have to wait until my dad generously lends me his though, so the fate of the pictures are actually on my dad’s hands and not mine.) The funny thing about this group of people is the ability to make a morning meeting last the whole day. And eat the whole time.

Breakfast at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf Greenbelt was actually a grandiose meal in itself. For one thing, majority of us had already eaten breakfast in our respective homes. We generally just chugged down coffee (or tea, I was never really sold into that conversion) and talked and then suddenly, breakfast is already lunch. Being creatures who will never willingly skip meals, we headed to the official birdhouse (i.e. Karen’s house) to devour. I can’t think of no other word. This is a group of people, mostly females, who eats as if the Apocalypse is upon them. The bowlfulS of rice didn’t stand a chance. The rice cooker didn’t stand a chance.

After being pacified for the time being (Actually, I think we were a bit self-conscious and didn’t eat as much in the presence of new people), we attacked a gallon of ice cream. And then slept. Well, I did. They talked about weddings. Since I can’t contribute to that, I slept. I woke up after a while and we ragged on Niel. He can’t do anything about it, because no lone guy who loves his nuts or ego would ever attempt to defend himself against a bevy of females.

And then just before the callcenter people dozed off on their feet (and we saw Karen’s TV debut), we decided to call it a day. And then night started. Mich, Niel and I continued the rendezvous in Glorietta. And we taught Niel the concept of impulse buying. I don’t think he learned much, though I’m very happy that I sold him to the idea of a statement shirt from AmBlvd. He didn’t buy it yet but I hope he will.

Had dinner at North Park (upon Niel’s insistence) with Nyep, who is probably the only person I know who gets lost looking for Megamall, which is a whole block of commercial monstrosity, and Glorietta, which even (or especially!) with its weird shape is really hard to miss. But he misses it. Probably it’s because as he says, his brain’s missing parts.

Anyway, had a really good time at North Park despite losing my left contact lenses and being suckered into a 20% off Gen. Fiction books at Powerbooks despite it being 11:30 in the evening. Bought Chuck Palahniuk’s Diary, which I have been drooling over for since forever.

Also ran into Kuya Brian, who, it seems, is somebody I’ve known from another life even though I’ve only seen him last December. Being the mystic me, I interpreted his presence as an end, or as the “previously on” of any sitcom or series. As Nyep and I chatted in our shared taxi on the way home, I saw how a whole new chapter is beginning. Season break is over and all of the cast members are on new adventures. This time, the cast aren’t the impulsive kids from Gimik or godforbid, Dawson’s Creek. This time, the plot is a lot more complicated but richer, a lot less dramatic but more profound. The friends have grown, and our separate lives continue to tangle in the most interesting way.

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Once upon a time, I read Claire’s Kumon worksheet with the article about foreshadowing and tags. It said that when you mention something in your story, you put importance to it, no matter how trivial that thing was. You lead the reader’s imagination on, subliminally telling them that this will be crucial later, so pay attention.

This entry is ridden with tags.

The weather today is an increasing trend toward denial.

-Chuck Palahniuk, Diary

~ by denice on 16 April, 2007.