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hard rain

it's raining outside.i'm watching.it's beautiful. how it dims the bright lights from the light posts by the bridge and the streets, the red lights from the carsand the white and blue lights from the skyscrapers some meters away. the lightning is magical, the thunder enthralling.

i wanted to get coffee, obviously i can't now but i'm enjoying this every minute...the white mermaid on the green circle can wait tomorrow or later.

i hope the rain won't stop until after 12:00 midnight....

and  darwin says we're going out for dinner! no rain's stopping him.

clackers early in the morning

my sister woke me up 20 minutes before my alarm sounded this morning. we agreed last night to go to the airport together to save fare. her flight's an hour before mine and she's taking another airline which we are both “suki” of thanks to go fare! i'm flying through the flag carrier.she's bound for cebu, i for manila. we were in the airport more than an hour before she flies and more than two of course before i do. so what? you'd think. the thing is, i still could not understand sometimes why people can afford to be late for their flight. Take this family for example. Their in the same flight as my sister. They look like they're to attend a reunion in cebu.they should be excited or something...no! they arrive like exactly 6:30 am, departure time when everyone else have already boarded 15 minutes ago. i was amused at how airline personnel were running around like headless chickens carrying the family's hand carried bags, ushering them through the gate and talking on the radio/ walkie-talkie whatever those hideous bulky fones are called. i thought, “ kawawa naman” after i saw one of them in polo barong stopped by the green podium-like fixture or whatever it's called, breathing heavily but smiling and for a couple of seconds dangled his tongue. “nawala ang poise ni manong!”

i guess it really is the responsibility or duty of airline personnel to go as far as that for their clients, afterall customer is always right. but i also think that no matter the circumstance, passengers should have checked in at least 15 mins before departure. forget the be-at-the-airport-3-and-a-half-hours-before departure shit required by the airlines because it's a stretch really, just be mindful of the inconvenience it causes the airport personnel and the other passengers who appreciate or value being on time. also, yeah save yourself the embarrassment of being endlessly paged or called and the sight of you running to the plane especially when you are made up and in heels clacking.

what now?

i've just move to a place near (sort of)my workplace. finally! it took almost 3 weeks to find a livable place that's within my meager budget. it sure is a lot easier right now because i don't have to wake up at 5:30 am to make it to my 7:30 am class. this morning however, i went to jolibee to buy breakfast and while waiting for my pancakes i suddenly just wanted to cry. i don't want to be here. i want to be somewhere else. i try everyday to just forget this feeling but somehow it treacherously finds its way back to my consciousness and i get really upset. my classes are a welcome relief. i enjoy them.they're many and it's good because i get drowned in the activities i don't have time to think. the drawback however is that papers are now starting to pile up. this is one of those things that make me not like what i'm doing.i escape it whenever i can. right now for example, i am scheduled to collect and reconstructs the syllabi of the socsci department plus prepare my grade sheets, prepare test questions for 4 different subjects, and of course check 3 sets of papers...obviously not fun, not to mention a bit unrealistic to finish. we'll see. i'm just on the syllabi thingies and i've already procrastinated by making this entry. i think it's henry's music that's adding to my depression and reinforcing procrastination mode. i've already left him to draft the criteria for the contest we are holding later this month, also left him with rubrics for grading our students performances. in short i'm free riding anew.things however keep coming. work load keeps ballooning. and it's just been what, three weeks? and this stress. boy was i glad  i went out as often as i could the week i got back. i was glad too for the nice wedding i got to attend.a beautiful,beautiful break to this situation i've put myself into.the night before the wedding was glady's pajama party and monday night, emee called to meet up at lobby bar. wednesday night tina and apol invited me at chinito's opening where i nearly fell asleep in middle of dinner. i don't say no to invitations.i don't want to. i want them to keep coming. they're my escape. a co-teacher invited me to the 100th birthday celeb of her grandmother, dang it i said yes without hesitation. i don't know the lola but what the heck if it's what's gonna help keep my sanity intact then i'm in.

i don't know what happened that iseem tohave lost my direction.i'm afraid for my 30th birthday.