:: Tears of the Moon ::

:: Monday, January 31, 2005 ::

Elektra and another meet for the Fellowship
Went to the Fellowship gig last Sunday. To my recollection it was the biggest group I've ever been part of.. and the most number of 'newbies' I've ever met.

Well, 'newbies' because I haven't been in the forums for the loooongest time. And by 'long', I mean months long. I haven't had conversations with the ones who are active anymore. But I'm glad that we still meet up and carry the movie-watching tradition.
Jan was there. She'll be here till March, so we have a whole lot of time to hang out. I think she's already met up with most of us. I gave her the F4 glass that I've been keeping for her since last year (we don't use it because my brother and sister would be so mortified if we did), and I got her this little pullback jeepney toy. Unfortunately I forgot to take out the price tag (*whack!*).
Met up at Powerbooks, where May pounced on me and exclaimed I looked different. I told her and Meg that it was part of the all-new girlified me. That, and the fact that Chi wouldn't allow me to step out of the house wearing what she called my 'UP outfit" (no offense to UP grads out there.. but we're talking about my coñotic sister, who epitomizes UA&P chic). True enough, had I gone out dressing myself I would've gone for my usual jeans and black shirt. Instead I walked out of the house in beige slacks (part of Chi's Christmas present), blood red v-neck, white-neckline-ribbon-thing blouse, and white sandals (that I bought from Mendrez the day before). So, yeah, I guess I looked different.

I missed Meg, incredibly. And I was so relieved to see her smiling and well.

Watched Elektra with the group, even if I've watched it with Chi and Bry the day before. Seeing Jennifer Garner on Alias has brought in a lot of similar images while watching her as Elektra. The first of which was that now we know what happened to Sydney Bristow's missing two years: she worked undercover as a ninja-warrior/assassin-type for two years. After the mission was finished and the Hand decapitated, she woke up one evening and found herself in Hong Kong with a scar on her side. All those crazy-ass conspiracy theories that ought to drive us wild on fanfic. ;) Unfortunately I don't write Alias fanfic.. I don't even dare. So I'll just hope others would write it for us so we can read.

I'll try to post some pictures once I snag them off FF at the OB board. Had a lot of work and old digital pictures developed. I have to say they came out well.

The Peso Appreciated Against the Dollar the past few days. I'm incredibly glad to hear that. After a LONG time, the peso finally strengthened against the dollar.
And what do we find out in the news?

OFW families and export businesses decrying the weakening of the dollar.

What the fuck?

You ungrateful, UNPATRIOTIC, ignorant bastards!

The peso is growing in value in the world marketplace and you want it to fail?!
I've always heard and read about writers and thinkers commenting on the Filipino's lack of nationalism. We have a sense of nostalgia, yes. A family, happy-fuzzy-feeling of days gone by. But nationalism? We are groping in the dark with blinders and blindfolded. We never lack of protesters against government, people railing against capitalism and the 'influence of America'. Turn on the TV and you always see protesters in front of some government building, crying against oppression and being puppets of America. And then, turn back and I'll bet you that almost all (if not all) of those fools have pending visa applications to the States. Or have families in the States who are petitioning for them to come over.

Hypocrites.

Is it any wonder why Filipinos can't seem to get their act together? Reklamador tayo kasi. Leche.

Pfft. Now that that's over with, I'm thinking of getting myself a new phone. That, or a PalmPilot or an mp3 player like an iPod. Three items. I'm not rich. I just received a windfall come bonus-time. But I have to prioritize. Much as I love my phone and we've gone through a lot of stuff together, it's simply dying out on me. I think it's time to replace her. So it's either a Palm or a player. A PalmPilot would be good for writing. I want to get the comedy in my mind onto paper, so that I could read it and understand myself better. Writing by hand is soothing and therapeutic, but it's too slow for the rapid-fire comedy in my head. An mp3 player would be good because I'm a music whore. 'Nuff said.

Lovelife?

I'm pleased to hear that at least someone in my group of friends is currently enjoying some semblance of a proto-seminal relationship. Glad for you, babe. You know who you are. I don't want to jinx it by saying your name. All I have to say is that you gotta have some Scorpio in your system, babe. You're too much of a Taurus to want to jump the guy. *hugs* He seems okay, and he can certainly banter (all that M&M in your system ought to be good practice). He's definitely smart, and he's got that scruffy look going for him. Not bad, sweetie. Not bad at all. :P

And you don't have to worry that I think he looks like Theresa's (bastard) boyfriend.
What? Me? Same old, same old. No longer infatuated with Idiot Guy because he's such a big loser (and an ass). I also realized after last weekend that Number One is still interesting, despite the complications. And he's still number one (snerk) Despite the existing (possibly non-existent at this point?) girlfriend, the unapologetic philandering and the very real possibility that he doesn't like me that way (as evidenced by the fact that guys here get broccoli for brains over FHM-looking bodies, NOT rocket-scientist brains and razor-sharp wit). I'm sure he finds me interesting, and that he tells me stuff about his family, etc etc. I'd like to say we're on the way of being friends, which is very encouraging for me.

Not bad, on my end. Nothing intriguing or mysterious. Work has been, as usual, insane. Last week was appraisal week. Not only did I compile for my agents, but I also had to make the appraisals for three coaches who are working under me. Coaches are people who also manage teams, but are like, a half-step from a supervisor. I have three, so I have to check their personal stats, and their team stats on top of my team's performance. I think I dropped a few pounds last week just because of the stress. Who said I needed exercise and a diet? Work stress is enough to make me thinner. Haha.

:: D said @ 6:58 AM [+] ::
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