and i ramble on...
what is the meeeaning of this F4 madness??? right this very second, my youngest brother and baby sister are watching a music video of one of the members. both of them are singing along, as if they understand what they're singing about.
don't get me wrong, i respect other people's opinions, but this latest craze is just mind-boggling and unfortunately hard to ignore since the 4 dudes' faces and music are all over the damn city.
makes me thankful that i'm asleep most of the day and spend the whole night in the isolated "What city and state please?"-world that is my office.
* * *
the office has become more bearable. now that i'm used to the 'work', shift and people. now that i'm able to perk myself up wih my 2 eye-candies. "c'mon c'mon, pudding pie". now that mornings are activity-filled, whether it be in the form of breakfast, post-shift drinks, french class (oui! c'est vrai!) or crashing at a friend's place.
life's not as boring now.
on the flip side, i can't help but notice the very-amusing understated atmosphere at work. correct me if i'm wrong, but it seems to be that the air in the office is somewhat sexually-charged. nothing torrid, i could even compare it to high school.
you know the scene... guys and girls (it doesn't help that most of us are in our early 20s) seeing each other 5 times a week... a lot of them are fairly good-looking... the mixture of boredom and the urge to break the monotony of our protocols... and there you go. 2 floors of people with crushes on each other, and then some. it's funny. it's ridiculous. i can't help but giggle, because i'm also a part of it. seems as if the pasttime of the people around me is mag-bugawan. gag me now.
* * *
...to the wounds that never heal...
twas J's birthday last sunday and i'm only sorry i wasn't there with him, wherever he was.
for the person who showed me kindness. for the person who respected me and i respect as well. for the person who's still my sunshine. for his poetry and songs. for his honesty and how he encouraged me to be more vocal of what i feel.
for the guy i still love and am in love with. no matter what the obstacles are that hinder us from being.
wherever he is, here i remain.
...to the light at the end of the tunnel...
don't get me wrong, i respect other people's opinions, but this latest craze is just mind-boggling and unfortunately hard to ignore since the 4 dudes' faces and music are all over the damn city.
makes me thankful that i'm asleep most of the day and spend the whole night in the isolated "What city and state please?"-world that is my office.
* * *
the office has become more bearable. now that i'm used to the 'work', shift and people. now that i'm able to perk myself up wih my 2 eye-candies. "c'mon c'mon, pudding pie". now that mornings are activity-filled, whether it be in the form of breakfast, post-shift drinks, french class (oui! c'est vrai!) or crashing at a friend's place.
life's not as boring now.
on the flip side, i can't help but notice the very-amusing understated atmosphere at work. correct me if i'm wrong, but it seems to be that the air in the office is somewhat sexually-charged. nothing torrid, i could even compare it to high school.
you know the scene... guys and girls (it doesn't help that most of us are in our early 20s) seeing each other 5 times a week... a lot of them are fairly good-looking... the mixture of boredom and the urge to break the monotony of our protocols... and there you go. 2 floors of people with crushes on each other, and then some. it's funny. it's ridiculous. i can't help but giggle, because i'm also a part of it. seems as if the pasttime of the people around me is mag-bugawan. gag me now.
* * *
...to the wounds that never heal...
twas J's birthday last sunday and i'm only sorry i wasn't there with him, wherever he was.
for the person who showed me kindness. for the person who respected me and i respect as well. for the person who's still my sunshine. for his poetry and songs. for his honesty and how he encouraged me to be more vocal of what i feel.
for the guy i still love and am in love with. no matter what the obstacles are that hinder us from being.
wherever he is, here i remain.
...to the light at the end of the tunnel...