pa-cute pics!
Posted by inoj at 06:24 PM on November 4, 2005.
It's November 4. It's supposed to be a non-working holiday, but here I am at the office, together with
her, working. Argh.
Pero okay lang!.. to give ourselves a break, we took a few clicks here and there!Ü
Ramadan officegurls 
(See more pics.Ü)
Btw, thank you to the lovely ladies who gave touching comments to my previous melodramatic entry. -- anna, normi, riz, ying, aiai, rom, april.
So this is it for now.. Happy weekend everyone!
a lonely graveyard shift.
Posted by inoj at 05:40 AM on November 9, 2005.
For this week, I'm scheduled to work in graveyard shift (9pm-6am). While that sked is not really a problem (my former job required an almost similar sked), I get lonesome without
my office buddies. waah. It's only Wednesday... i have 3 more days to go.
Last weekend, my
ex-officemates and I went to a friend's birthday. Well, it was hardly a
party, since there were just 3 of us as her guests. Her mom adopted us for the night. So even though there were just 3 of us against a whole bunch of food, we managed to finish it all off with a series of eat-sleep-watch tv routine. hehe.
We watched the horror movie, "Shutter" first, and man oh man, was it freaky! I never really shriek that loud at horror movies, but that time, I felt that I was gonna have a heart attack. (Heehee. Exag!) Two thumbs up. Great for horror film fanatics. Bad for those prone to heart failure.
Afterwards, we watched "My Sassy Girl". Finally, I was able to watch it from start to end. I wasn't able to the first time I did. Damn pirated DVDs.
The next morning (er, i think that was lunchtime already), I woke up and asked our hostess-slash-birthdaygirl if she has novels I could borrow. She and I rummaged through her bookshelf. I found none that I like.. but this one book got me attracted the moment I laid my eyes on it.. it's no other than the international best-seller "The Little Prince". I immediately curled up in her bed and started reading. I loved that book! I remember I played the role of the Lamp Lighter back in school when we were required to act the story out (i'm such a bad actor, i tell ya). The Little Prince, though I really didn't read it as a
child, is my favorite children's book. It's simple yet it touches deeply. Leaves you with that oddly unsettling feeling... And it's most famous lesson is still the one of the best:
What is essential is invisible to the eyes.
So there.
Kuwento lang! I gotta get back to work. I still have a few minutes left 'til my off. Pardon me, peepz, I'm just a little lonely. And as always, I undergo therapy when i blog. haha. I feel a little better now.
TVH ako!
Posted by inoj at 09:49 AM on November 16, 2005.
Reading
Riz's latest blog entry has made me want to write about
my own version of
my realizations too. Let me exert a poor attempt to pull my thoughts together.
The changes I was facing have been hard for me. Too hard, that I couldn't hide my frustration. Too frustrated, that I had to speak out my mind. And too loud the words, that it makes me wish I had just kept my mouth shut (in this case, restrained my fingers from tapping the keyboard's keys). But I know that if I did not speak my mind, the words will just linger in my head and torture my mind. An anti-social graveyard shift and a nasty transition can do that to your head, you know. But lo and behold, I have survived! I knew I
would survive, but there is just some things that's hard for me to accept. Sheesh. So childish.
One thing I hate about myself is that sometimes when my emotions are high and I suspect that I can't contain it, I feel the urge to let another party hear and bear every blunt thing I have to say. Then, afterwards, I feel terrible having said it so frankly and openly.
But, this is just for rare cases, because for most of the time, I do just stay quiet when I'm mad or disappointed. And for some reason, I think suppressing the emotion is even worse. Coz it kills you inside.
So what did my whole speaking-my-mind drama got me? Nothing. But it feels good to just let it out. That was really just my intention. Because I knew, and I know, that I really can't do anything about it, but just to opt to teach myself to cope with whatever changes I have to inevitably deal with. Coz in the end, it still all boils down to realizing the things I need to learn. Heehee.
So while I was just in the process of realizing
these things (and while I was still transitioning back to being a morning person),
she and I (and later, together with
her) met up and once again tried to pull an act of sorting out "the facts of life" together. And after our long talks and walks that night, I went home,
contaminated with Riz's resolution of starting anew. That being, coming to work on time (and actually coming to work) and learning to compromise with whatever needs to be done even if it's against better judgment. So with a day's absence from work and a long series of tardies, I slept (no, forced myself to sleep) with the optimism to start anew too... What a nice feeling it was.
Suddenly my alarm goes off. With just 4 hours of sleep, my mind and body fights back. And there goes my one-hundred-million-billion alarm snoozes!
So once again, I was late for work. Then was late again.
I really am trying.
Trying Very Hard! But this morning thing is just too foreign and seemingly impossible for a nocturnal like me.
Waah. Help.
a frustrated person.
Posted by inoj at 03:11 PM on November 24, 2005.
If you've read the description I wrote about myself that I have placed at the right menu side of this weblog, you'll see that I described myself as
a frustrated singer, frustrated artist, frustrated everything. This is true, considering that I've never been best at a specific thing. I'm only a moderate kind of person, somewhat like what they call the jack-of-all-trades. It has always been this group of things that I do (and try to do) but I've never been actually superior at doing them. Not even
one of them.
If only I could actually be great at just one thing, then I'll feel that I'm actually be useful to myself and to other people. Hehe.
And right now, once again, this is what I feel. Argh. There's just so much I want to learn. I browse through the web and see what amazing talents and skills some people are blessed with and I envy them so much. I realize that my senior year in college was a big waste of time too. I think that, maybe if I hadn't spent so much of my time on some
crappy things (that should be left unmentioned), I would've learned much by now, especially on the field I chose to be in.
There's just so much I want to learn. And so little time. I know I'm not
that old yet, but I can't help but feel frustrated right now and feel the I've just wasted my time
unlearning things. I have to get back on the learning track. I owe it to myself.
Waah.
