Today I joined my first Pinoy Pentaxian (PiPen) photowalk in Manila South Cemetery.
Above: On the inscription, it says “Triplets” Born and Died: March 23, 2010
We were supposed to go to the British Cemetery but we couldn’t make our way out of MSC without losing valuable daylight. It drizzled a bit, but for the most part, the sky was cooperative.
I was wearing shorts because I initially thought that I needed to be comfortable— it turned out to be a mistake, I already had an attention-whore of a camera (white K-x) so I should have opted for a less skin-revealing getup. I know better now.
Today I was supposed to go to the Tumblr meetup in Trinoma. Due to office circumstances, I got to Trinoma 3 hours late. It was already dark then. I went to Starbucks, roamed around but did not see familiar faces.
So I called and texted everyone I knew might be within the vicinity. Everyone I called and texted seemed to be either doing trick or treat parties or at work. I dialed the last option, fortunately he was available.
After dinner, I could not still go home. So, with another friend, we have decided to come crash a Telus party, which soon we found out was already over. We instead did a photo op outside the building.
It has been a busy day, but in the end, it was still worth the effort.
I wish for you on a fallin’ star,wonderin’ where you are,do I ever cross your mind,In the warm sunshine, he’s from the city of angels,like Betty Davis,James Dean,and Gable,never know what he means to me.I fell for the guy that’s on TV.
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Today I listened to and met Francis Kong.
*I remember back in elementary when I started reading his book, Life’s Work, over and over again. I remember liking the soldier’s anecdote the best. I remember staring at his photo on the back flap of the book.
That’s why my heart skipped a beat when I read the seminar invite and he will be speaking. Then I saw the time. I got disappointed knowing that his seminar is simultaneous with my shift. So when my team lead called earlier asking me to go at the training room for the seminar, I said yes WILLINGLY.
You see, I was not supposed to be there, but someone cancelled so I got to be a fill in.
Fast forwarding after his session, there was a photo op. I was so determined to get a photo with him. But there was not much of time for him to accommodate us all.
I tried to let it go, thinking that there will be other opportunities.
I went back to my workstation to get my things, fixed myself up as I prepared to go home, went to the elevator, rode to the ground floor and started walking out.
Then I said to myself “What the heck, Jen? There might not be any other opportunities. You’ll only regret not approaching him and having that photo taken." Then I turned around, caught the first elevator going up and then stopped to the floor where the training was, hoping that he would still be there.
When the elevator doors opened, there he was, Francis Kong, along with Pam, his assistant. I was already there so I just talked to him, mustering all the courage I had.
My phone fell into the trash bin beside me. I did not panic but my heart was beating faster. I held onto my wet phone and ran to the pantry. Why it was wet, I do not even want to know. I slathered paper towels with soap and water and then tried to get the grime off my poor phone. So I guess it is safe to say that today is a sad day for Thirteen, my iPhone.
I’m sorry, I will not let this happen to you, ever again.
Today I got sad plenty of times BUT I did not cry. So I guess I can call this a feat.
On another news, I’m in love with Dwight Schrute (The Office). His lines make me laugh the most out of every character in The Office. Just now, I was even able to anticipate the exact words of his next punchline.
Friends and Dwight, thank you for keeping me occupied and making me smile.
Today I did not attend company photography class that I enlisted myself to. Why? Because I had to go home to do some more crying. In my defense, I could not even look at my computer without squinting and as we all know, we need our eyes when using a camera.
On the other hand, I should really stop doing my weekly crying thing. It’s becoming a regular Tuesday and/or Thursday whole day affair. I’m sorry that I couldn’t help it but it’s my release. I’m very hopeful that this will someday stop.
I can’t believe that I was about to sleep with my front door still unlocked. You see, this is what I hate about rainy days; my door does not shut without me kicking the door. I kicked the door so many times earlier but it still would not shut. How am I supposed to lock it now?
On another news, I have been laughing my ass off on this episode of The Office where Jim was singing “Love me, love me, say that you love me… ” in a falsetto voice to annoy a colleague. And then the scene cuts into the other guy singing the song too. Pretty much reminded me of when the cast sang Dylan’s “In the Moonlight” in Modern Family.
Note: So should I just leave my door unlocked for the night? Jeez.
Edit: Omaygad! Is Dwight’s beet farm the same as the Kent farm in Smallville? They entrance near the barn looks the same. But of course I could have only been imagining this.
Edit: I’m so mababaw. HAHAHA. Cannot not post about another Lost reference.
Dwight: (While interrogating tied-up Ryan inside the barn) What IS the Dharma Initiative?
I’ve been used to riding the back seat of a motorcycle, after all, the motorcycle was our first vehicle when I was a kid. So I have this thing where I do not hold on to the driver, even to my dad, whenever I ride one. That was me showing off.
Anyway, as soon as I sat on the back seat of his motorcycle earlier, manong went speeding off like a road maniac. I think I left my heart at the habal-habal terminal when that happened.
I still did not hold on to manong but I tightly grasped the back part of the vehicular transport. I just closed my eyes, preparing myself to a crash that, by the way, did not happen, which is ultimately wrong because we all know that survivors of any crash usually did not see the accident coming. There’s this scientific explanation to it but I’m not in the mood to tell.
If you reached up to this point, you do not have a life as I have been only talking about crappy nonsense. Good morning to you, too!
* I was browsing the net for habal-habal definitions and found this.
Habal” is a Bisaya term which means “the sexual (act) intercourse of animals” wherein the male animal enters the female animal by striding at the female’s back. However, in some areas in Visayas and Mindanao, the term “habal” is not only applicable to animals but to human also. In other words, “habal” literally means “sex”.
Now, “habal-habal” is the term used to call the motorcycle taxi because the driver and the passengers are in “habal” (animal) position.
Habal Habal is a single motorcycle without sidecar carrying two, three, sometimes four passengers on its pillion seat used as a form of public transportation especially in places that jeepneys or tricycles cannot reach and where roads are mostly narrow and unpaved.
There isn’t that much of a choice here, is there? Naturally, one would choose to be okay rather than not to be because there is just no point in immersing oneself in self-pity and angst. I’m just taking this one day at a time. I’ve been keeping myself occupied with work, dance rehearsals, comfort food and tons of tv series. In time, I will fully heal, thanks to friends that have never failed to cheer me up.
I was laughing out loud to the first scene on the latest Supernatural ep because the lines were Twilight-ish. Then I realized that they were just mocking Twilight. Then the episode title appeared, Live Free or Twihard. And this is why I love Supernatural.
EDIT: Missing girl’s laptop password is Pattinson. LOL
EDIT: And they’re mocking Bieber as well! fun fun fun episode.