God’s grace in the works and with all the perks …
1. I head EMD’s 3rd Unit. I said a silent prayer, and thanked God personally :)
2. Blood pressure’s back to normal. I got my sleep wonderfully back and I didn’t have the “spirals” the whole week.
3. This made me happy on a Sunday morning. I was looking for it for the longest time. Sadly, it’s blocked in FB, at least it’s working here ;). Due to the degree of difficulty, am putting it in my bucket list. Hopefully find the CD. Tori Amos’ bee-keepin’ butterfly sleeper is a little bit lonely and giving-up. Portuguese travessia sings of a little optimism … When the bridge is between us … We'll have nothing to fear … We will run through the sunlight … And you'll meet me halfway ..." la la la la la la la la
I was on the road practically the whole time this past week.
Arduous and exhausting.
No time for friends. I had to turn down a couple of invitations from Bok (kooks bday lunch), Jen (so I was not able to get the Review School brochure for Soph) , MyFF (kahit kape lang), Glenn (na lagi naman he he). Friday night was the only time. Time-out na, staff meeting pa din huhu. Ludos jusz across. Thank God, Teff got in the way. Eu and Ken off to Music Bank. Me, gosh, I think, I was jusz about to catch a flu … which, certainly, I couldn’t afford in the middle of my school tours, Dumaguete preps, Kapuso Bacolod and Gensan budget.
I got a call. Emergency. Honey Rose ko :) …. 33rd b-day celeb in one of the executive suites in Manila Diamond. I was in the middle of my meeting so I had to cut short our telecon. I felt my temperature rising. Another call … this time form Anakish. “Inang, punta ka na, on the way na kami ni Mike :)”.
Earth calling Major Mykee … who was at that time … somewhere CITEM’s Men’s room :) …. OT raw sya for CA EXPO, I urged him for the love of his elder sistah, Honey Rose … I was pleading … maawa kayu sa akin, gutay gutay na katawan ko sa pagod … Timog pa ako mangagaling …. Mahal cab from GMA , malayo pa sweldo :( Please represent your Nanay …. At eto naman si kulot … may ka date na iba, eh, si Jenalyn, namamatay na sa lungkot at inggit … Bentot’s busy with Law School and GF :). eto kasi naman si HR, bigla-bigla hayyyyyy
Si Mykee susunduin ko na sana but but but … Kuya Tintoy still working upstairs daw, OT din …. That made me decide to wait at the hotel :(. I went ahead at Room 1230.
To make a long story short, me getting caught between sleep and awake … turning down light beer and tequila to the surprise of everyone, I was useful when awake, useless when dozing off … sinakay na ako ng cab ni Myk, I got home one piece before 3 Am on a Saturday morn. Darn, I was so lousy that evening, I was not able to take pix boohoo ... I did misz mah ol' crew but I was too damned wasted!
Unravels this week.
1. Who the fuck is in Singapore? … I get a lot of good views from tat side of Asia ei
2. “Snoopers” stalking on irmavanta.blogspot.com … what else do you want to know, my friend? This is a “no-hold barred” site. I am a tech dummy, I can’t do much technically. I owe my meter from MyPiayaya. The only reason why I got it was because of its simplicity. So you don’t need to analyze my IP address, or my domain name … coz I don’t know them, because I don’t know them, I don’t give a shit. So don’t waste your broadband time snoopin’ on things I don’t really care about … jusz read on, sweat and jerk off.
3. Welcome Butch … enjoy your obsession ;) harharhar
4. There you go again. Reading becomes a bad habit of yours huh. :) … But you make me a happy baby, baby! ... this is so fuckin' orgasmic!
;)
I like to remember things my own way. how i remembered them, not necessarily the way they happened. I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. My DeLicioUs ambiguity.
... my other garden ;)
About Me

- Irma
- I'm not a graceful person. I'm not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2AM, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don't belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn't happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don't see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
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