disciple-to-[n]one

when expected apologies are routed back to you

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

 -Hi C. Are you busy?
Nope. Why?
-Nothing. Are you happy?
Wtf? What kind of question is that anyway? D, haven’t you had enough?
- I don’t see anything wrong with that question. Just wanted to know if you’re fine.
It’s not the question but what’s implied. Maybe you wanted me to be miserable? How bout this for an answer? My day was fine til you txtd, just as my life was monotonous til you happened. I wish it could’ve ended with my fist on your jaw. If only you were decent enough to apologize in person. But the bottom line is, I’m fine & i know you’re fine. Like a resilient roach.
-Damn right, Cathy. I’m so fine. Good night.
Oh my nights are fine, yours are dubitable.
-oo na.
See what’s happening here? I’m channeling anger from years ago. At some point I’ve forgiven you. Other times I feel I can’t. It’s just that you never said sorry. But honestly, without subliminal messages, I hope you are happy. Sleep well.
-wouldn’t bother saying hi & asking if you’re doing good (& reading your kind, friendly messages) if I’m happy.
That’s too bad. There will be better days though. Just sleep it out, or eat maybe.

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Meanwhile, a frog is lounging on my desk:

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These are my house keys, my locker keys, and my old drawer key which is useless, I suppose but a set of three would make for a good makeshift iron knuckles:
 

 

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return of investment: a two hundred-peso expired giftcheck

     My workstation looks jaundiced with all the post-its strewn around… the best part of the day is when they’ve shed like autumn leaves ripe for the trash bin. But I’m not here to talk about the monotony of my job hub, let’s start off with last weekend’s badminton joust. Bantot & buddy Sep competed under Elite III, too bad they lost & failed to advance to the championships. The defeat was achieved [see how negativity can be mildly cancelled out by the right verb?] by a couple of factors: Sep’s nerves & Bantot’s temper. Given that, the game consisted of a lot of errors from Sep which resulted in Bantot’s lack of enthusiasm to finish the game. He literally dropped all agility to prevent the shuttle cock from landing on the court; I sat there shaking my head and he stood there catching my eye saying, “We’re done for.” In truth, and this is not just because he’s my brother, Sep is not a very good badminton partner. We regret not having sent for Notchanot to be Tot’s double for that tourney, but plans are underway for the November tourney.
 

Other things… Ooh, Marga lent me the ff flicks in exchange for my “The Jacket”
— Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind [something is seriously wrong about the Kauffman brothers. Wrong in a right kind of way. Watch “Adaptation” if you get the chance
— Memoirs of a Geisha [I’ve read the book prior to watching..& i prefer the novel]
— Wanted [For most people, it’s their first acquaintance of James McAvoy. But I’ve known him as the faun from Narnia…the   paraplegic   from “Inside I’m Dancing,” Anne Hathaway’s love interest in “Becoming Jane” and Keira Knightley’s in “Atonement.” So you see, Jolie isn’t his first high-calibre co star.

At morning, 08/19, Bantot decided to go home on account of the boring apartment, and in the afternoon he was gone. I ordered him to return with Notcha in tow and together they will conquer the metro’s badminton-dom, with stage sister doubling as water girl.

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Word of advice. Never leave a half-finished grocery list on your workstation, your supervisor might do this:

 

 

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