Monday, May 30, 2005
Kookie, Harry and I spent Saturday night in Greenhills, hanging out at the balcony of a bar. While we were drinking, it started to rain. As we watched rows and rowns or cars get drenched beneath us, it occured to me...
Where has the summer gone?!
My skin was still pale from obviousy never seeing the sushine. I had no tanlines to show off in tanktops, and my cheeks missed the just-been-to-the-beach flush. Not that I particularly enjoy summers anyway. Actually, I hate it when it's hot, and summer has more effect on my moodswings than PMS ever will. It just surprised me how fast the seasons change from under my nose.
Oh well, at least the rainy season is here. Now this is my happy season.
Thursday, May 19, 2005
My schedule has never been tighter because my workload has doubled since I got transfered to Marketing. Ironically, my social life has never been more alive. The thing is, my friends and I go out during the week, but not usually during the weekends. That gives me about 4 to 5 hours of sleep before my alarm clock knocks me off of my blissful slumber and I have to drag myself to work. My weekends, on the other hand, are spent with me imitating a couch potato in front of the TV.
It's funny how lately, I either have too much of a good thing at a given time, or none at all the rest of the time.
Saturday, May 14, 2005
I am lesbo-phobic.
Sincere apologies to the lesbians I might be offending. I have nothing against this type of sexual preference, but I do not appreciate being put in a situation where I am made uncomfortable by their actions because I do not want to have to be rude to them (or anyone, for that matter).
There's this girl I just met who makes me more and more uncomfortable the longer I know her. She says that she has a boyfriend, but my gaydar goes haywire whenever we talk (It doesn't help either that she really looks butch). It started when we were walking to a nearby restaurant the other day to have lunch, and while we were chatting (two of our other companions were walking ahead of us, deep in conversation about something work-related), she kept grabbing my hand. I would then pretend to brush the hair off my eyes, and the moment I relax my arm on my side, she would grab it again. Thank god the restaurant was just a couple of blocks away.
I had a deadline yesterday, so I was very occupied all morning, oblivious to what was happening around me. She passed by my desk and said hi. When I looked up to return the greeting, she said, "ang ganda talaga ng mukha mo," and at the same time ran her fingers across my forehead.
Oh my god. My insides shook. I have a very well-harnessed gaydar, and whenever I get this feeling, I am right most of the time. Like I said earlier, I have nothing against lesbians whatsoever, but if she is gay, I do not appreciate the fact that she tries to pass off as straight in order to get close to girls.
Right now, I am trying to be as professinal as possible, thank god that our desks are on opposite ends of the room. I have no idea how to tell her that her actions make me very uncomfortable without offending her. I guess that it's a good thing that she will only be with the company for a few months before her contract ends. Until then, I will grit my teeth through this all.
Sunday, May 08, 2005
I am not a summer person. As my sister pointed out, summer loses it's hype as soon as you're out of school. I hate not being able to dress up because of the heat, and I hate not being able to go outdoors at noon for fear of being fried alive. I am not particularly fond of going to the beach (unless there were an air-conditioned shopping center within 100 meters from the shore), and during out of town beach trips, I find myself cursing the sun and locking myself inside the comfort of an air-conditioned room, wishing for rain.
This summer is especially excruciating because the airconditioner in our area of the office broke down, and our only source of relief from the heat is a pamaypay made from recycled paper. What's more, I have to wear a suit to work everyday (what I wouldn't give to be able to go to work in a cotton t-shirt, a pair of shorts and open-toed sandals).
Welcome to my version of hell. Someone take me somewhere cool and don't bring me back until the rainy season.
Saturday, May 07, 2005
The last few weeks has been a blur. My request to get transfered from sales to marketing was granted, so my workload doubled. I don't care though, because I don't have to deal with quotas, sucking up to clients and sexual harassment, and I get to play client this time. I am dead tired, but having the top officers of the company notice me makes it all worth it.
I haven't been this fulfilled with work in a long time. :)
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