Closing 2008

Happy New Year!

Komikon 2008 at the UP Bahay ng Alumni

Bought

- 3 copies of Kiko Machine’s latest then had them signed by Manix Abrera

- 2 copies of Zsa Zsa compilation then had them signed by Carlo Vergara. I’m giving away my unsigned copy

- 2 copies of Bayan Knights and had them signed by Gilbert Monsanto

- 1 copy each of Skyworld issues #1 and #2 both signed by Ian Sta. Maria

I purposely didn’t get the boyfriend anything because I didn’t want to add to his already large pile of “books to read.”

And I’d have bought more comics if I had brought more money. Which ofcourse would be a mistake because I’d have no money left to buy Christmas gifts. But there’s just so much energy in the hall and the comics are really beautiful – such talent gives you another reason to be proud of the Filipino.

2 Dreams

Dream #1

I smoked a cigarette. Felt so guilty after smoking. Kept thinking that Peter would break up with me once he finds out.

Dream #2

I went inside a Dairy Queen store - felt like I was in Fort Bonifacio. Checked out how much the strawberry ice cream cake costs. Then stepped out of the store.

meme

1. Grab the book nearest you. Right now.
2. Turn to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post that sentence along with these instructions in your blog.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the coolest, the most intellectual. Use the CLOSEST.

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There are two ways of preparing the closing entry (ies): 1. the single-step closing entry; and 2. the multi-step closing entry.

-Accounting for Non-Accountants (Text and Cases)

Happy Anniversary

Stargazers. That is what they are called. We were walking around Serendra in Fort Bonifacio, Taguig when he asked if we could check out the flower section at Market! Market!. The flower stall owners were setting up for the next day, the first of November… All Saints’ Day. It was almost midnight when he said “Happy anniversary babe” while handing me the pink stargazers.

We spent the night at the pad in Eastwood, Libis. Before heading home the next day we dropped by Starbucks for morning coffee. We were the only ones with flowers on our table. Stargazers in a bottle of Evian even.

After a while you get used to the stares. After a while you meet the stares of strangers and smile back while carrying a bottle (?) of flowers with your left hand, and your right hand wrapped around the waist of your boyfriend.

Happy anniversary babe.

Loose Screw or Mind Fuck

I’m made to feel that what I have been doing for about six years now has been a waste of time and that for all my actions “they” have found no merit whatsoever in my passion. It is ironic that the institutions that I have purposely avoided for what they stand for are contradictory to my principles, are the same institutions I’ve currently chosen to save me from my present laughable or rather undesirable state. In account of my of own self-worth, it truly is demeaning to experience the kind of treatment that I subjected myself to when I bothered to approach them fully-aware beforehand yet hopeful nonetheless that they still haven’t lost of their humanity.

Perhaps, a shot in the head would have hurt so much less. If it weren’t for supportive friends, family and the boyfriend I’d be ranting through other venues, embarrassing myself for doing so – allowing such common matters to consume me this long. Although the whole experience does put things into perspective especially with a similar incident at work that happened just last week wherein the consultant (a former strategist for the Department of National Defense) advised me that the setback caused by the presence of other parties who’d do anything to stop us isn’t enough reason to stop pursuing our goals.

That wasn’t six years down the drain either. Eventually I told a friend who bothered to console me that it’s unfair to consider meaningless my work – a result of my having been brought up by my parents (1) a little bit more provided for such that I don’t waste my time hungry for wealth or power, and (2) considerate of the welfare of others.

Maybe this is why I ended up in a drinking party last Friday and Saturday. Overflowing martinis, vodkas, tequilas, beer, and wine... All the Mudslides, Jagermeister, Baileys, Absolut, Cuervo, and San Miguel you want. I still had control of myself ofcourse. I wouldn’t want to have my boyfriend carry me back to the flat for being too selfish and indulgent.

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Peejei: I hope you appreciate my work. It matters that you do.

Peter: I do babe. *mwah*

School Bull

This term’s proving to be interesting.

One particular classmate from two of my classes this term stands out for the wrong reasons.

After our brief election/appointment of class officers last Friday, someone else from class informed me that he protested his being finance officer and that he wanted the public relations officer position which was what I ended up with.

Same guy is seated in the row in front of me in one of my classes. He keeps looking my way that even my seatmate noticed (I have to say this so I don’t come out as desperately imagining things). “Peej, why does he keep looking at you?”

And two weeks ago, while waiting for class to start, we were the only ones in the classroom… I was busy reading for class when he just stood in front of me, turned his back against me, drank his water then flexed his muscles. What the hell was that about?

Is there something going on here? I mean, I’m not really smart when it comes to these things.

Did I mention he’s hot? Some Chinese-mestizo stud. But yeah, NOT interested. Funny guy.

The September Update

He told me he wants us to go to Cambodia next year. I’m guessing this would be after we both finish our degrees in business school. But while I do plan to enroll for another program right after graduation I think I can accommodate a short trip. Ofcourse this is all subject to the availability of funds - funds for my own expenses to be precise. Visiting Malaysia, Laos, and Cambodia would be a great opportunity to hook up with friends I haven’t seen in about 3 years. I wonder if they still remember me.

Losing sleep even more this month of September because of the bar exams. Although I’ve been getting out of bed one hour earlier on Sundays as compared to my waking hours during work days there seems to be no indication whatsoever of me looking a lot more stressed out than I already am. It’s like family bar operations for the sister. The moment she enters the bar site mom and I would just be reading until she comes out again for lunch. The ritual is repeated for the afternoon.

For the usual news, work’s still the same - days still vary from “fine” to “what-the-fuck-is-the-point-of-all-this.” After their taking away all my regular functions and leaving me with handling that special project I have been doing so much less this past two months or so. The superiors are supportive of my being in grad school and they still insist that I should go back to being a law student after MBA. It’s as if they’ve been possessed by my mother.

The new team I’m currently working with is a joke. One pretends to think, one talks too much while the other is more negative than I am. Also, the last two hunger for constant attention. Complaining to the supervisor’s been nothing but futile. “You have to be nice to them?” blah blah blah I don’t like them so we’re having one reassigned to another office, and the other two are getting fired.

L'amant Jaloux

I dreamt of business statistics last night. The school work for this class alone is almost as much as the normal workload for three subjects in grad school. I had given my entire Sunday to working on a new problem set due tomorrow. I love the class but the workload the professor’s giving is really... The professor’s very inconsiderate.

I have a 722-page guide to study for a project at work. The same project where I get to deal with a group of people from Georgetown University, West Point and Northwestern University. This is the same project involving another group of rich guys being led by someone against the first group mentioned. And I’m not supposed to take a side. The one from West Point and NU used to teach in my current school – the same subject I dreamt about last night.

Hell-week for grad school by the end of the month. A one-week break before the start of the next term. Done enlisting for subjects last week. Need an adjustment. Forgot that Mondays are reserved for the boyfriend.

Looking for another job, preferably with the defense department.