White Noise

Old Chinese stereotype I was sharing with Dale “the chief” Sta. Rosa:

 

“It’s true then, the Chinese will eat anything that walks on four legs”

 

Smart comeback from MarieAnna “cookie monster” Guevara:

 

“That’s not true, Chinese eat snakes. They don’t walk”

 

“They don’t” I reply. “ They Crawl.

 

Life lesson learned number one: never argue with a psyche major

Though there are a joy to talk to.

I've been in the habit of pursuing things lately, which that will surely never work for me. For instance after a six week sabbatical one of girls at the office I have an extreme crush on has returned. Why will pursuing her not work out? Her boyfriend would be a notable answer. Lucky bastard. Plus I already have that friend with an affinity to that type of woman. Why is it that the things I want I cannot get. I've been working hard to get a PSP, a new pair of shoes or a good pair of pants; all of which I have not had still. This is getting frustrating. Maybe that comedian was right; the secret to happiness is lowered expectations. I've talked (well texted Mae on this) and we both don't buy into the idea. I may start to succumb to it. I don’t want second best…I want the best…I’m tired of saying I can make things work out. I’m tired of denying that I can’t fix second bests I end up with. I no longer want to “make it work”. I want it to be functioning at optimum. Okay lets be realistic I don’t want perfect either, but I want to have what I know I am capable of obtaining, what I deserve. I want that cute, smart, tall girl everyone is raving about, I want that book no one has read yet, but is one hell of a read. I want that apartment that has a definite separation from kitchen to sleeping quarters. Because I know I can.

I’d like to share a dream sequence I had yester day at around five in the afternoon.

I only could recall a snippet but its pretty cute. Yeah I rarely become all hopelessly romanticy but hey.

Dream sequence start.

Its twelve midnight and the elevators are horribly slow, why would four working elevators be sluggish at twelve? I ask myself. Manong guard looks at me and asks if I was going down for a smoke. I shake my head and reply “hindi po”. I just needed to get some cash. A though crossed my mind that one of these days while using an ATM I’d be mugged and afterwards muddle over the incident of loosing my money and wallet; most probably my mobile too. While looking at one of the elevator doors, I felt someone tap my right arm. It was Marie. She said hi, eyes smiling. I gave a nod and smiled back. We never engaged in long conversation, we did share the occasional small talk but besides that nothing else. She has a boyfriend.

Once the elevator came to out floor the doors opened and we stepped in. There was no exchange of words. There was no need. Before I knew it the elevator had reached the ground floor. I stepped out first; I was closest to the door anyway. I had almost stepped out when suddenly Marie grabs my left arm. She utters the words “walk with me”. She has her arm around mine; I clench my fists and keep them so. She has a boyfriend. Her hand traces the length of my arm. Our hands meet, mine closed while hers were open. Her open palm envelops my fist; I give in and open my hand. Our palms meet; our fingers dance each one touching the corresponding opposite. Our hands intertwine. She leads me out of the building and we walk the Makati Streets. We head for a nearby ATM; we both took out some cash. Here I was afraid that I’d be mugged. When moments ago I just had her hand in mine. No way is anybody going to believe that it was my hand in hers. She has a boyfriend. We both knew that.

Dream sequence end.

Marie is actually I girl I work with at the office. Well we belong to two different teams but still. Yes she has a boyfriend, which makes the attempt at her a futile one. I still wish to remain of clean conscience and a gentleman at that. She seems happy. I’m happy that she’s happy I want her to be, even if I know that its not going to be with me.

To those who know me, mark your calendars. This is one of the rare times I get all hopeless romantic.

Yeah I’m happy, but damnit its really frustrating.

In relation to the previous post

Two reasons I watch Entourage!!



Emmanuelle Chriqui!!!!

and



Once again...

Bagam!

Okay, I was supposed to post this by the end of the week but I'm too excited to do so.

I just finished watching the last three episodes of Entourage: Season Three. It was great. It is still great. I'm watching recaps up until Season Four kicks off on the 17th of June.

I never really liked the series from the start but it really grew on me. Like how viewers love to hate Ari Gold, played by Jeremy Piven. I love how the characters have grown in their own little ways. 

Friends of mine say that Sex in the City is way better than Entourage. Ok the writing is pretty good, but c'mon. No "effin" way. I prefer Entourage, I need that kind of machismo once in a while. Plus the laughs keep me awake in between 2:00am to 3:00am. But House M.D. is still number one on the list. 

Anyway. Season Three is awsome. Tracing the path from the success of Aquaman to Vince loosing Aquaman 2 and Medellin: the Pablo Escobar at the same time and finally being able to buy the Medellin script in the end where Vince and E try to find a way to fund the film. I'd call some of the "sodes" so-so; but Jeremy Piven with Vince and the boys just evens it all out. Plus the antics of Jhonny Drama and Turtle reminds me of my own bloopers with friends as well. 

To the juvenile and the adult who both miss friendly bloopers, living it good and fine women or who opt to day dream about it *laughing out now*. You're sure to enjoy season three. 

Who wants to hug it out? You wanna hug it out?!

Thursday!!! Yipee!!! 

Moon over thought of the day:

Should I take the full load for the masteral program this semester which is 12 units (all major) while working? Should I add part-time teaching into the mix? 

*hint: even though i know this will surely kill me.

GO!

AH...A new home for blog entries...turns out blogspot didn't go so hot. Plus I can access this blog from work *insert evil grin* classic moocher. 

Part of the new move will involve moving blog entries from the old blogsite to the new found blog home. 

Keep tuned in guys...there is alot more to come.

Till then, I still have to figure out how to insert a tagboard here. Seeing as the last one was used for cursing practice.

Todalooo...