Since when did it become normal to feel bad about being happy?

Today, the storm seems to have passed.

My friend Dek and I were here at Sietch Creare last night, talking about the future of Fandom Live! (the internet show we are both part of) and the possibilities of bringing the show forward to a new level. We tossed ideas back and forth, with our conversations ranging from making the show much more efficient in production to approaching content with much more attitude and aplomb. At one point, I noticed it was already past midnight and remembered it was the soft opening of the second floor VIP area of my favorite hangout place in Malate, the fabulous O bar.

With rain assaulting the windows with a calm yet persistent fury, I quickly headed off to the other room, got dressed, and invited Dek to join me for a short night cap of San Mig light and laughter. After weighing some thoughts on whether or not she felt like going, she decided it wouldn't hurt to have a little bit of lager before leaving the waking lands.

The rain, however, had other plans for us.

Read the whole story at
 http://garapata.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-storm-seems-to-have-passed.html

Somedays you just wanna cuddle

Had a horrible horrible drive to Paranaque today.  Working for my family, as much as possible I do my darnest best to be back in my parents' house three times a week.  The work I do for them doesn't actually require me to be physically present (and I have time and time again proven this to be the case), but old habits die hard and my parents remain adamant they want to see me every week.

Today, I decided to take the C5 route rather than my usual EDSA route in hopes of shaving off a few minutes from the usually long drive.  It was a warm afternoon and I was anxious to get to work soon since there exists the possibility of catching a musical for free later in the evening.  Sadly, (or should I say aptly, considering what day it was) things were not going to go well for me.

The drive, while moving, took a horrid turn into slowcity when I found myself trapped in the leftmost lane and unable to transfer to the right lanes.  Car after car uncaringly blocked my vehicle even as I had my signal lights on to show I needed to transfer lanes.  After struggling for minutes, I ended up reaching the U-turn slot and saw a number of MMDA people who sternly told me I should take the U-turn.  I tried to explain I was struggling to change lanes but all they did was motion that I turn... or else.

So I was forced to take the U turn, drove back the way I came, and tried again.  This time, I kept to the right side of the lane and made my way hoping to eventually get out of the Acropolis area and finally hit the highway.

Luck would not be on my side. 

Some annoying guy in a barong and a pathetic looking car started driving uncaringly towards mine, forcing me to back up to the left side more and more each time.  It wasn't until realized he WANTED to move to the left lane that I realized the car after his wanted to do the same.  So lo and behold, a volley of cars on the rightmost side of the road were corralling me to the left side so they could turn left.

In the end, after blaring my horn and trying to be stubborn at first (as in motioning them to just go ahead of me so I stay in my lane), they forced me to the left lane and once again... into the U-turn slot.

Fantastic.

By this time, it was already past 1:00pm and the traffic was growing worse.  Cars were slowly moving through the roads like sleepy sheep and I was annoyed beyond frustration.  I instead drove back to P.Tuazon, took the road to hit Edsa, and made my way south bound again.

It is now 3:00pm and I am finally in Paranaque.  Thankfully, God was kind enough to wait for me to settle inside before allowing the sudden and strong downpour currently drenching the world outside to fall.  But damn it, I wish I was home instead and cuddling.

Or sleeping.

Or dreaming.

Or hell, even working, since yes again I state it as a fact, I CAN do my job remotely.

I blame this week.  I blame the day.  Yep.  It just is that kind of day.  A day when the good guys get shafted.

Sighs.

Wah... I gave in.

Wag sana ako magkasakit.
Heheheheh!

At sinong si mapapasayaw sa ulan?

Tatawa na lamang, at bakit hindi
Ang aking damdamin, pniaglalruan ng baliw at ng ulan.
At sinong si mapapasayaw sa ulan?

Woke up to a rainy morning (Gago, afternoon na!  1:30p.m. is afternoon no matter how  muted the sun is) and found myself tugging my comforter closer to try to ward of the cold.  Arms were hurting worse than yesterday, with relief only coming after I forcibly stretched them straight.  Guess all them dumbell curls are hitting me hardest today.  Last night, with the usual suspects at O bar, kinaka ko pa sumayaw and all that jazz.  Today, something as simple as pulling a pair of boxer shorts on was challenge to say the least.

Missed gym yesterday.  Holding on to Sonny's statement the other day that we were to meet up for gym at 6:00p.m., I waited and looked forward to having a gym buddy with me for my supposed next work.  Since the gym closes at 8:00p.m. when 7:30p.m. rolled along with neither call nor text message from him, I decided to be the one to text and ask where he was.  Turns out, he decided to move his gym schedule to the next morning instead (and I guess just happened to forget to tell me.)  So yep, lost a guy day yesterday.

Today, I was hoping to jump back into it.  But with my arms hurting as it is, I am still considering how this will turn out.  It is still early (2:30p.m.) so there's no need to finalize things this soon, but I will definitely find a way to a) hit the gym and burn some more Holiday fats, b) Drive by to visit a friend, c) once again consider whether or not I'm spoiling myself with a trip to Yellow Cab or something but if I do, better hurry cause it is my Dad's birthday today.

(Sunday to Saturday, Jan 4-Jan 10):
Gym - 3  Bar - 3

Scores are tied.  Better lay off on the booze again and hit the gym before Sunday.  At least makapag-cardio ng kaunti, tapos weights, tapos sauna.  But I dunno.  Got work to do first and sadly, work pays the bills and allows one to have fun.