The Story of my Life

After having a weird and boring weekend, I just felt I needed a break. So come Monday, instead of going to the gym, I decided to hangout with my officemates. I thought it would be a good idea to do so...especially that they feel I haven't been spending time with them. Its time I make-up for lost times.

I was so in the mood to drink that despite not having enough money to last til the next payday, I bought a bottle of Kurant. It was one hell of a night. I enjoyed their company and not only that, I was able to tell them my frustrations about how I feel they don't understand my situation. Fortunately, they understood. I feel so light now. Thanks Mars, Rj and Edward. Too bad I wasn't able to take pictures.

Incidentally that night was a full moon (did I say it right? how do you even describe a night with a full moon? help!hahaha). I dunno if its the alcohol or the moon, but it made the night more fun...they say that on a full moon people get a little wacko (and that's what it did to me!) I love starry nights (have you seen the sky from the beach? its a winner!) and full/crescent moon ...probably because I have an excuse to become a little crazy... hehe...

I couldn't contain the feeling that night and the next thing I know I was texting my friends, telling them to look at the sky. I was so mesmerized by its beauty. I have never seen it that beautiful. The clouds around it formed one big circle as if protecting the moon from external forces or whatever. hehehe...I'm not a really good writer. I can't describe it. I took a picture of the moon that night but the figure of the clouds circling the moon wasn't clear...

I got this from the e-mail. This speech was mistakenly credited to several people from Baz Luhrman to Kurt Vonnegut. But it was actually written by Mary Schmich, released through Chicago Tribune on 01 June 1997.

Its a good speech. It reminds you of the most essential things in life. Gives you advises on how to cope with life. Read on...

Wear sunscreen. If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it.
The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists,
whereas the rest of my advice has no basis or
reliable then then my own meandering experience.
I will dispense this advice...now.

Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind, you won't understand and
beauty of your yourth until they've faded, but trust me in 20 years,
you'll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can't grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.

The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed you worried mind: the kind that blindsides you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.

Do one thing every day that scares you.

Sing.

Don't be recless with other people's hearts; don't put up with people who are reckless with yours.

Floss.

Don't waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you're ahead, sometimes you're behind. The reace is long, and in the end, its only with yourself.

Remember compliments you receive; forget the insults. (If you succeed in doing this, tell me how).

Keep your old love letters; throw away your bank statements.

Stretch.

Don't feel guilty if you don't know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn't know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives; some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don't.

Get plenty of Calcium. Be kind to your knees -- you'll miss them when they're gone.

Maybe you'll marry, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll have children, maybe you won't. Maybe you'll divorce at 40; maybe you'll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary.

Whatever you do, don't congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself, either. Your choices are half chance, so are everybody else's.

Enjoy your body: use it every way you can. Don't be afraid of it or what other people think of it; its the greatest instrument you'll ever own.

Dance...even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.

Read the directions (even if you don't follow them).

Do not read beauty magazines; they will only make you feel ugly.

Get to know your parents; you never know when they'll be gone for good.

Be nice to your siblings: they're your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.

Understand that friends come and go, but what a precious few should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps and geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.

Life in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard.

Life in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.

Travel.

Accept certain inalienable truths: prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old; and when you do, you'll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble, and children respected their elders.

Respect your elders.

Don't expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you'll have a wealthy spouse, but you never know when either one might run out.

Don't mess too much with your hair or by the time you are 40, it will look 85.

Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia; dispensing it is a way of wishing the past from the disposal -- wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts, and recycling it for more than it's worth.

But trust me, I'm the sunscreen.

Hhhhmmm....Aaaammmm....Haaayyy....I feel so weird. I don't know where this feeling is coming from. I can't keep focus on what I was doing earlier. I don't have the same interest, to study, as I had three weeks earlier. Aaarrrggghhh! Help!

I want to write something. I want to express what I'm feeling but I don't know where to start. I'm bored. I wana go out. I wana have a drink or two. I wana watch a movie. But something else is telling me to stay at home. I feel soooooooo weird!

Anyway, so here goes. I was a bit frustrated with some friends a week ago. I'm pushing my ass to get serious with my studies, work, and with working out. I promised myself that this year, I'd be going out less. Cut down on alcohol and smokies. So, God with all His might, happy that His daughter has finally decided to come home, gave me every reason to do so. Gave me tons of school paper, a series of meetings, and pile of work to be busy with. But when you get so serious doing this stuff and you begin to decline invitations from people whom you used to go out with...what do you get? Nasty comments. Am I just pikon? Or the reactions were really off? For me it was bad. Really off. My point is, school and work is difficult as it is. Don't make it more difficult for me by giving me harsh reactions. The last thing I want is someone telling me "pero pag lalaki." Hell! That was way off.

I told my friend about this and she was helpful. Medyo napacify naman ako. So now, I'm okay. The hell I care about what people say. The hell I care about what you think! I'm gonna do my stuff, and you can't stop me. =)

I went out with an acquaintance the other day. I find it weird at first. Because first, I haven't seen this guy. I've only seen his picture in Friendster. I only talk to him online. We're not even texting or calling each other. I haven't even heard his voice. And the weirdest of all...I'm going out (well, gone out cause it was done) alone with him. Weird because I really don't go out on dates. For some reason, natatakot ako to be alone with someone on the first date. But I went ahead, holding on to the "gasgas" words of my dear friend..."Mag-eenjoy ka sa company niya Claire". And thinking that I could always call for help in case I need one! hehehe

Being the paranoid that I am, I was vigilant (hahaha...wat a word!) all through out...ready to smack this guy on the face, just in case he does something silly. hehehe

Fortunately, he was really nice. Courteous and funny (reeeeaaallly funny). Had dinner at Fat Michael's Place, shared a few cigarette and headed to greenhills to have a few drinks with his friends. Did I say a few drinks? Naaahhh...It wasn't just a few drinks. We drank a lot. And this is just the first date huh? Tsk..tsk..tsk...Bad Girl. Nabigla ata ako sa friends nya when they asked me how much I drink. Nesa I was just kidding when I said I drink 6-7 bottles per gig. hahaha...And that Yero shaker was lethal! It taste good, yeah...but the hangover the next day was awful!

In general, it was a fun night. It didn't turn out disastrous as I thought it would. I think I'll do it again. Without the Yero shaker this time. ;-) hahaha

To cap off our Sidebar stint for the year and to thank the crew for providing excellent service on a Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, or Friday night...(alright...alright...there was a pt. we went there nightly...after a long and exhausting day at work)...we gave away Christmas Hams to 18 hardworking servers.