Dreamy Saturday with my Milk Tea

Saturday sleepy afternoon at work, I am so bored here. Got two cases earlier, the first one got rejected. Right now, I got nothing to do. Actually, there are a lot; review for the next MCP exam, compile and burn in a CD the installers my Mother had long been asking, log my credit card purchases, clean up my dirty lunch box (yes, I bring packed lunch to work). But the great procrastinator in me just doesn't want to do any of those. And now, I'm back to being bored.

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RM, Jane and I have a date this coming Monday. The three of us will go to Megamall to scout and canvass for our laptops. Right now, I'm drooling for the Sony Vaio PCGZ1XGP.

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I am now addicted to Milk Tea, I can finish at least 3 bottles in a day! I don't know what the brand name is, since the captions are in Chinese. It can be bought in 711 stores for 32 pesos. It was RM who introduced me to it, though is saw it first with Iggy. Everytime I'd go down to take a break from work, Iggy would always ask me to buy Milk Tea at 711. I hope I don't get too fat from drinking too much.

F5

The F5 key must be getting tired of me. All it could do is accept the never-ending pressing of my finger. Very unfortunate had the button been a living creature, since I lost count on how much pressings I did since I got hold of the PC at work. Good thing it's only a button.

Like a vigilant wife surveilling her philandering husband's every movement, I've been monitoring the stock quote in our company's website tirelessly.

I have just exercised my stock options last night. I started calling the broker's US office at 11pm. In between, I called my officemates at work. We were all excited, counting how much money we would earn after this. Most of my officemates plan on buying a new car, and spending the rest for an out-of-the-country trip. Some would wholeheartedly give their earnings to their parents. As for me, I'd get the 10% and give it to my favorite charitable institution. Then I'd take enough amount for a laptop. The bigger share goes to my parents.

I was able to contact the broker at 2am already. My father even made me a "script" as to how I would negotiate with the broker, but I was not able to use the lines he made since our conversation took only less than a minute. He just asked for my name and my employee number then asked me if I wanted to sell my shares on current market price. I just replied yes.

Excitement filled me within, that I was not able to sleep last night. That's why this morning, I needed to gulp down a grande sized coffee to keep me awake for the whole shift.

Until now, the F5 still goes on.. hope it won't get weary ;)

dilemma

Just this morning, I was praying hard. I prayed that I may be given strength to deal with this dilemma. I know I will again be broken into pieces, torn, shattered once more. But this time, I hope this will be the last of it. I've been going in circles. Once and again, I return, holding on to something I knew I shouldn't be. Cant't let go. I just can't.

But this time, I need to put an end to this for good. I don't kno how. I just know that it has to be, it has to be now and it has to be with him.

ghosts

Day of the dead today. Holiday for most of the living. Workday for some hapless creatures like me.

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Scenes from last night.

It was nearing 12 midnight. Nanay on the driver's seat, Cutie beside Nanay. Lola and Jaene at the back.

NANAY: Daan tayo sa Eternal

LOLA: Gabi na, uwi na lang tayo

CUTIE: Sige, daan tayo and let's take pictures

JAENE: Ano ka ba, sementeryo e magpi-picture ka pa!

CUTIE: Hindi pa naman ako inaantok e. I actually know a lot or people who are more productive at night

NANAY: Ako, mas nakakapag-isip ako pag gabi.

LOLA: May lahi ka yatang ASWANG e

*Laughter filled the car*

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I have never seen a ghost in my entire life. I have always pictured them in my mind as some creatures of darkness - hideous, horrible. I feared them so much that I shunned from watching horror movies (I at least close my eyes when I see one), walked out from my barkada's horror stories, never looked at dark and dimmed places any longer than a minute.

These have all changed since last week. Not that I have met Casper, the friendly ghost. Though I wish I did. You see, my wallet was snatched straight from my pocket - in broad daylight and in my own neighborhood (actually, it was only a few steps away from our house). It was then that I realized what this elders' saying really meant "matakot ka na sa buhay, wag lang sa patay".

Imagine the terror I've been in to. I just could not believe it. It's not really that cash that I am after to, since it only had 200 hundred pesos the time it was stolen. Losing my wallet means practically losing a part of me. All of my identification cards are in there. credit cards, ATM cards, privilege cards, discount cards, student's license.

I ran after the thieves, though I knew I would never catch them. How could some people be so mean, so hideous? I know I could be bitchy at times, but I would never, ever deliberately inflict pain on other people.

Up until now, my heart still skips a beat each time this event flashes in my mind. It's as if I could still feel my wallet being taken away from me. I could not even walk on the spot where it happened.

I know I will get over this trauma. It's just a matter of time. And when that time comes, perhaps I would also be ready to watch horror movies without closing my eyes.