Rainy Days, As Always

It's especially harder to wake up now, my alarm clock has to be "re-set thrice" before I finally wake up. I still sleep with the fan on, cuddling up is good. Better, if done next to a person. But for now, my pillows will do. (How pathetic is that? Hehehehe).

Tomorrow's Friday, and looking back, it's a pretty so-so week for me. I've been technically out of the news radar screen, I don't remember the last time I voiced. Hehehehe. On the news plate now: impeachment and the "recantation" of yet another jueteng witness, and yet another revelation of a new jueteng witness.

Aren't we going in circles?

Take my life for example, I guess that's how it was called the "grind" (as in daily grind). The stars foretell of vacation, of relaxation, of getting the balance, of getting out. But I haven't done any of these. If the stars indicate such things, does it mean you have to make an effort to make it happen? Or just wait for it, without effort, to happen?

Last night, the stars said it was especially a good night to flirt. I told I
a fellow Libran this. But she's not amused. I wanted to try it, I said, to the guy(s) sitting across us. But I chickened out, and contented myself with stealing glances, which were returned by the way, but I was too tired to bother.

After downing three bottles of beer, which was comparatively minimal compared to the other days spent drinking (am I growing old?), I went home.

Texted a friend (or is it former? hehehe) and expounded on the reasons why I have been avoiding contact the past few days. It was a especially long text that could have been very well sent as an email, but the response was nil. Reverse psychology right there? It's her birthday celebration on Saturday. I don't know if I should go. I want to go, besides, it's also N.'s party. But I don't know if it's right or whether that would be counter-productive. Strangely, I've been bumping into "Kamagong", this guy she's all over for (was?) the source of discord, for four fucking straight days. It's not me who wants to see him, for crying out loud.

Last night, prior to going to Newsdesk Cafe, we saw Elizabeth Ramsey and had my picture taken with her. That was a high. She's funny. (you can see her photo at my flickr badge on the left).

Been experimenting with the digital camera I got. Had a profile cut taken. I'll experiment with some more once I get the rechargable battery and the larger memoried memory card. Hehehehe.

Hay.