2 days down, 3 to go
Five-day weekend. I've been trying to make the most of it before I realize it's done and I have to dread going back to work in a few hours. Although despite what happened in the office recently, I have this inner excitement to get to the office everyday. It could be symptomatic of a disturbing disease but I am riding on it until the symptoms last.
Admittedly, I am not much into tradition and rituals during the Holy Week. Since I started working, these days have been reserved to kill time by reading, sleeping, watching DVDs, or just basically going all silent and contemplative. Despite the heat, I'm coping. My Mom planned to spend my days off in the province for some breath of fresh air but I dropped hints that I don't want to so we didn't. I kind of feel guilty whenever Mom does that. I mean, going with what I want when there are alternatives or middle grounds (like her going alone if she really wanted to, I mean she's done it before, and I was still in one piece when she returned). She doesn't show it but I know I let her down. Anyway, there are moments when I don't want to be around people, especially when these days are rest days. Yes, they're relatives, but you know, it's a different house. I think I'm really not a people person. Literally not liking to be around people, relatives or not. I'm comfortable in my own little space with my small circle of people to mingle with. Or in several instances, basically loving to be alone. In a tiny space such as our apartment now, I sometimes cannot take being with a person in the same room. There's no hate, there's no hostility--- just want my space to be alone. You may think something is wrong with me but you also have no idea how much bliss I get from it.
That's why I will probably fall for someone like Dr. House. See, what a nice segue.
Anyway, he is the type who would not care that much, and when he does, he would let you feel it through hurtful and sarcastic remarks. Well, considering that you already love him, you can just brush them off or try to throw in a few blunt comments of your own. There would still be romance and passion but the bottomline is, you are not forced to give everything you got, you know what I mean? It's like being with someone not so much ready to be in a relationship. Believe it or not, at this point in time, I would want that. Maybe this preference will change as I get older and I'm left with less to prove. Anyway, as of this time, a very close version of Dr. House would make me want to say YES instantly. I just want to be assured that I will have opportunities to be on my own, like I feel now. I watched an episode of MMK before where the wife got so stifled by the overwhelming love of her husband. It's ideal, and it's emotional security at its finest, but it's so disturbing.
Anyway, what have I done with my "blissful" days off of being alone? I read and watched and slept. And ate. I pissed my Mom off for taking too long to eat breakfast and bathe, because we already missed the Visita Iglesia groupie in our street. We ended up not going and I got scolded, something that I didn't mind. See, why can't she go without me? Ooops, it's very dangerous to ask that question without successfully expounding where the loving daughter ends and the insensitive selfish spawn starts. So let's veer away from the issue.
For two days, I was crestfallen when my Season 2 DVD of House won't play in both the "branded" and generic DVD players. Just when I was about to resort to downloading them, I checked it out again and voila! Working again! Maybe I got "punished" for playing over and over again the airport hotel scene of House and Stacy when I'm proudly screaming I'm a Huddy. I made up for it by watching Top Secret (Season 3, Episode 16), and repeating the "Get over me, it ain't gonna happen again" scene, which made me think that IT IS actually gonna happen, if not this season, then definitely the next. Anyway, we settled matters, and I did about 5 episodes before I joined the bandwagon of 7th Heaven marathon--- I missed the Camdens a lot!
As for my reading time, I'm still struggling with my PLAN 30 statistics, but it's moving. I'm happy I'm back to my 110-pages-an-hour rate. I decided to make a Plan 30 summary board in my multiply but I have not gotten around to it because I just want to finish reading on top of any kind of update.
What else? Hah! American Idol. Very disappointing.
Good thing I found a new online hangout, because of the limitations of youtube, and the new place made me watch third season episodes of House, and vintage episodes of Perfect Strangers!!!
That's about it and I'm glad I have three more days to kill. Despite my utter delinquency with graduate school requirements, I feel my England education fantasies kicking in again. Maybe it's because of Hugh Laurie and my laughs over Jeeves and Wooster. Anyway, I visited the Oxford U website (which is on my Favorites, fyi) after a long time, and dug up the University of Manchester postgrad prospectus sent to me a year ago and slipped a little thought about them. Gee, if only I am rich. I would go there in an instant and see what's in store for me. If it won't prove fruitful, then I will go back. Sadly, I'm not rich, and the luxury of time I have is only enough for me to do my basic "alone time" activities.
Admittedly, I am not much into tradition and rituals during the Holy Week. Since I started working, these days have been reserved to kill time by reading, sleeping, watching DVDs, or just basically going all silent and contemplative. Despite the heat, I'm coping. My Mom planned to spend my days off in the province for some breath of fresh air but I dropped hints that I don't want to so we didn't. I kind of feel guilty whenever Mom does that. I mean, going with what I want when there are alternatives or middle grounds (like her going alone if she really wanted to, I mean she's done it before, and I was still in one piece when she returned). She doesn't show it but I know I let her down. Anyway, there are moments when I don't want to be around people, especially when these days are rest days. Yes, they're relatives, but you know, it's a different house. I think I'm really not a people person. Literally not liking to be around people, relatives or not. I'm comfortable in my own little space with my small circle of people to mingle with. Or in several instances, basically loving to be alone. In a tiny space such as our apartment now, I sometimes cannot take being with a person in the same room. There's no hate, there's no hostility--- just want my space to be alone. You may think something is wrong with me but you also have no idea how much bliss I get from it.
That's why I will probably fall for someone like Dr. House. See, what a nice segue.
Anyway, he is the type who would not care that much, and when he does, he would let you feel it through hurtful and sarcastic remarks. Well, considering that you already love him, you can just brush them off or try to throw in a few blunt comments of your own. There would still be romance and passion but the bottomline is, you are not forced to give everything you got, you know what I mean? It's like being with someone not so much ready to be in a relationship. Believe it or not, at this point in time, I would want that. Maybe this preference will change as I get older and I'm left with less to prove. Anyway, as of this time, a very close version of Dr. House would make me want to say YES instantly. I just want to be assured that I will have opportunities to be on my own, like I feel now. I watched an episode of MMK before where the wife got so stifled by the overwhelming love of her husband. It's ideal, and it's emotional security at its finest, but it's so disturbing.
Anyway, what have I done with my "blissful" days off of being alone? I read and watched and slept. And ate. I pissed my Mom off for taking too long to eat breakfast and bathe, because we already missed the Visita Iglesia groupie in our street. We ended up not going and I got scolded, something that I didn't mind. See, why can't she go without me? Ooops, it's very dangerous to ask that question without successfully expounding where the loving daughter ends and the insensitive selfish spawn starts. So let's veer away from the issue.
For two days, I was crestfallen when my Season 2 DVD of House won't play in both the "branded" and generic DVD players. Just when I was about to resort to downloading them, I checked it out again and voila! Working again! Maybe I got "punished" for playing over and over again the airport hotel scene of House and Stacy when I'm proudly screaming I'm a Huddy. I made up for it by watching Top Secret (Season 3, Episode 16), and repeating the "Get over me, it ain't gonna happen again" scene, which made me think that IT IS actually gonna happen, if not this season, then definitely the next. Anyway, we settled matters, and I did about 5 episodes before I joined the bandwagon of 7th Heaven marathon--- I missed the Camdens a lot!
As for my reading time, I'm still struggling with my PLAN 30 statistics, but it's moving. I'm happy I'm back to my 110-pages-an-hour rate. I decided to make a Plan 30 summary board in my multiply but I have not gotten around to it because I just want to finish reading on top of any kind of update.
What else? Hah! American Idol. Very disappointing.
Good thing I found a new online hangout, because of the limitations of youtube, and the new place made me watch third season episodes of House, and vintage episodes of Perfect Strangers!!!
That's about it and I'm glad I have three more days to kill. Despite my utter delinquency with graduate school requirements, I feel my England education fantasies kicking in again. Maybe it's because of Hugh Laurie and my laughs over Jeeves and Wooster. Anyway, I visited the Oxford U website (which is on my Favorites, fyi) after a long time, and dug up the University of Manchester postgrad prospectus sent to me a year ago and slipped a little thought about them. Gee, if only I am rich. I would go there in an instant and see what's in store for me. If it won't prove fruitful, then I will go back. Sadly, I'm not rich, and the luxury of time I have is only enough for me to do my basic "alone time" activities.