the (not so) secret life

Oh by the way, props to the Ateneo Blue Babble Battalion (and to the FEU Pep Squad and UP Pep Squad) for the well-deserved win yesterday. Michael Jackson rocks my socks! And yes, UST Salinggawi, it’s about time. Come to think of it, you should have been kicked out of the Top 3 for the past three years already. And to the people who have suddenly turned Babble-y, where were y’all in the past few years? Ganyan talaga pag nananalo. Parang lotto lang yan eh, biglang andami mong friends pag nanalo.

So, hmm, where was I…?

Oh hey, Monday’s a holiday (again). I think people are starting to get used to 4-day work weeks that when we start to run out of reasons for declaring another long weekend, people are gonna throw tantrums. On Facebook. Or YM. You’d think with the considerable amount of time that people spend online, they can do something a little more productive.

Anyway, Monday is supposed to be a holiday for us too. It’s US Labor Day. But who cares?! One, we don’t have holidays (or maybe we always do. See, it’s a bit confusing since everyday feels like a holiday anyways) and two, I’d still “work” even if it was a holiday. Whoa, I think I just redefined “workaholic” right there. I’m currently hooked on answering forex-related questions through one of our sites. I find it hella fun but I still don’t understand why. Maybe it feels fulfilling to be able to help a noob (because I’ve gone through that p*t**g-*na-ano-daw?! feeling before) or maybe because it’s a bit confidence-boosting too. Like that “Me! Me! I know! I know! I know!” feeling when the teacher asks a difficult question and nobody knows the answer. But, just to clarify, I don’t go “Me! Me! I know! I know! I know!” in class. Heck, I don’t even raise my hand during recitations. Either I just go “Me! Me! I know! I know! I know!” in my head or I find something interesting to stare at whilst avoiding the teacher’s roving eyes…

Geez, digression number 2? 3? You know what, nevermind. Back to “work”…

And just when I start thinking “Yes, five days of no-more-constant-whining peace and quiet,” I begin to realize “Damn, I kind of miss the constant whining.” So. Not. Me. IKR.

I do get more things done when he’s not around and I don’t get as exhausted cooking, cleaning up, etc. I can even focus on work without dashing from the kitchen to my workstation (meh ganon? sofa + pillow + laptop = workstation). I can watch charts even during unholy hours because there’s no one borrowing my SunBro (oha) after I’m done with work. I can be ultra-tipid with electricity because there’s no one hogging the telly at night to watch those crappy Pinoy teleseryes. I don’t have to cook in the mornings because I can survive on cereals and oatmeal and I also don’t have to tire myself in kitchen at night because I can live on reheated food or good ole college cusine instant noodles. (Srsly. Is this really me or is it just PMS…? Because I’m not used to having emotions. Really.)

But the truth is… I miss cooking my best-shot-at-a-Flapjacks-American-breakfast every morning and I miss worrying about what to feed him when he gets home after work. I miss his nagging while I struggle to finish my chart of the day and meet the 8:30am deadline everyday. I miss the mess he makes. I miss the way he lets the TV run in the background while he bellyaches about mundane things like work, his poor excuse for biceps, or the fact that he wants to buy a car. I miss the way he always manages to ruin my all-time favorite songs by screwing up the lyrics - intentionally or not. I miss watching him struggle in his lousy attempt to make sense of the currency charts. Damn. In fact, I miss him so much that I just turned on the TV to watch “May Bukas Pa”… and later “Tayong Dalawa”… and even later “The Wedding” and SNN. (I’m kidding. I can’t even stand 15minutes of Santino and Bro. I pop dibidi in player now).

And it sucks that I just found out that I passed the CFA exam and he’s not here to celebrate with me…

Come to think of it… I hated hated hated his guts the other day when he came home stinking drunk after an impromptu drinking session with his officemates. But I loved the way he begged and grovelled like he was pleading for dear life when I shed one tiny tear (Oh please. I think I cried buckets. My eyes still be puffy). Or maybe he was just hella drunk. Still.

Say it with me…

SOBRANG CHEESY!

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See, before I settled in my new humble dwelling area, I braced myself for a ton of sacrifices that I need to make in the first few months. I knew I had to make do with the bare necessities. I have to put up with working on the bed or the sofa for a while (why is this a burden again, remind me, oh wait, it’s actually not) and eating picnic-style on the floor until I buy a dining table set that I really really want. I’d have to live without cable (because I really don’t need this anyway and because it would plump up the electricity bill, but more on that later) and high-speed internet connection for a while. I was okay with living on reheated take-out food or leftovers until I can buy an induction stove with non-stick frying pans and skillets to boot. I’d have to deal with the blinding sunlight in the morning a.k.a. my 6am natural wake-up call since I can’t afford sunscreen panels or those Roman blinds just yet. I knew I’d take baby steps in terms of acquiring furniture and appliances for my place but your whining just piles up the pressure and it doesn’t help. Not at all.

And, for the record, I also enjoy preparing your food when you come in tired from work. I have nothing against tidying up after you even in the morning when everything from the bedroom to the kitchen is in disarray. I don’t mind, really. But I’d appreciate it if you helped out sometimes.

Oftentimes, I feel that you don’t respect my job. Sure, I work from home and it’s free from the usual corporate world stress… but still stressful nonetheless. It doesn’t mean that I simply lounge around all day chatting with my teammates or wandering about the world wide web. It gets difficult too, sometimes. And fast-paced. And frustrating. But the fact that I love my job so much doesn’t make it any less draining than yours. And can I just point out that I resent the fact that, while your mother thinks that I should be gunning for a high position on the corporate ladder, you didn’t even say anything in my defense.

Where was I… Oh, here I am, trying to help you keep your transportation and food costs to a minimum, wishing that you wouldn’t hike mine up. I’m talking electricity bills mostly. I don’t want to nag you about shutting off the lights when you don’t need ‘em or turning off the telly when you’re not really watching. This is why I wouldn’t get a cable subscription for at least a year. Or at least until you volunteer to foot the bill.

Whew.

So I’m sorry for my “outburst” this morning.. That was just the tip of the iceberg. You’re lucky I’m not the type who yells or gets angry often. Me? I’m not as lucky. I end up bottling things up, blogging to let it all out, and crying as I write.

*evil cackle, thunder crackle*

I’ll just go ahead and first say: A for effort and I bet sappy romantic SSB’s will find it sweet. There. All positive thoughts gone.

So there’s this guy… he gave me a *hmm, how shall I call this crap* slideshow for my birthday. Lost in all the birthday pm’s *thanks y’alls btw* was a link to a youtube clip, which at first I dared not click for fear of opening a sex video. You know how the internets are nowadays. Anyway, the link was for a slideshow of my, err, photos snagged from my Multiply account *criiiiinge* - butwaithere’smore - and Snowy Day [Val Emmich] was playing in the background.

*slow clap*

ANO AKO, PATAY?!

Or sige na nga… one more try…

ANO TOH, AVP PARA SA DEBUT?!

Damn, I’m to (c)old for this.