Today is actually the most fun day (so far) I have spent in the office. Our director declared this day as Scrap Day, wherein everybody gets to sort through their shit and throw all the unnecessary files for the entire day. Since this ofice is a little over 10 years old, you can only imagine the number of papers shredded at this moment.

Can you believe someone even saw Playboy 1991 here?! You gotta laugh at that.

Wasn’t able to update the journal yesterday. My supervisor was out getting high with allergy shots so I had a lot of work in my hands. I liked it though. It makes me move and prevents me from wanting to bring a cot and sleep. Here’s an update so far of what had happened during the week.

Tuesday: WE WATCHED SPIDER-MAN 3.

I have never been so heartbroken in my entire life. Seriously. It’s a good thing that I was in good company. I watched the flick with my cousins Marc, Monette, Rex and Marga, my brothers Ted and Daniel, and my beau Dylan.

Eh. The effects were spectacular, there’s no doubt about that. But I can’t help but feel shortchanged with the storyline and the plot. Since when did the Gob take the side of the good ones? Isn’t the serum supposed to drive you closer to insanity? Anyway, it’s a good thing James Franco’s character (Harry Osborn) progressed dramatically in this movie. Honestly, I think it kind of pulled it together, minus the I’m-now-good part.

I expected Mary Jane to be tougher, now that she is legally Spidey’s partner. It’s almost quizzical because she almost didn’t change. Her screams still pierced the night and my ears and her singing is horrible. I hope that’s not Kirsten’s real voice.

Peter Parker looked like he’s auditioning to be the next member of Green Day. We just have to wait for UPN to make that kind of series. Anyway, there was too much dialogue, too little fights and too shallow perspectives. It’s not as alluring as the first two, where the battle really did feel like it’s also occuring in the audience’s lives. What this third installment failed to do is the same philosophical tug it had with the first two. I don’t know… I’m discouraged now to watch the fourth (also because Dunst and Maguire will no longer be playing their roles).

Wednesday: Pretty fair day…
There’s not much to say actually…

Thursday: SISIG WITH DYLAN
It was Dylan’s first time to cook sisig. I’m really happy he was able to do it. And he did a pretty good job too. Although it was kind of cheating since we cooked something out of a can, it was actually better than the ordinary out-of-the-can sisig. I loved dinner.

I can’t wait to be rich enough (or have enough money) to take cooking lessons with him. According to Cosmopolitan magazine, cooking is something that a couple can share, kind of a productive aphrodisiac activity. *Insert mushy music here*

So why did I suddenly change my journal to friends only?
Because it doesn’t make that much of a difference when it wasn’t. LOL. Kidding. Because I only want select witnesses in my life.

I also changed the settings so they can only view one entry at a time. I figured, my big mouth might be too much for them. LOL.

Am going to the dentist tomorrow. I can’t wait for Dylan to accompany me there. Don’t blame me if I hate people taking sharp pointed metal things to poke my mouth. You gotta hate them sometimes right?

Out.

From the front desk: coming back from the holiday

May 2, 2007 / iamsupercarla / Leave a comment

SICK HUMOR: Before leaving the office Monday afternoon, I called my supervisor and said, “Happy Holiday” since the next day was Labor Day. Wtf. I thought I would bruise myself or something.

Still very much in love with the internet connection speed here at work. Not only can I browse Multiply that fast, but I managed to update my albums and constantly proofread Marga’s journal for work. Wasn’t able to update because (a) Monday was pretty hectic because it was the end of the month and everything that needs filing had to be filed immediately and (b) Tuesday (yesterday) was Labor Day, therefore no work, no internet and I am too lazy to be patient with that pathetic dial-up connection we have at home. So I guess there is quite a lot of updating to do.

Monday was actually very nice. I mean, I got to do a lot of work in the office, aside from the never ending task of answering the phone. I don’t know why sometimes I get so tongue-tied. Sometimes, I even have to stare at the company name just so I can remember what to say and say it smoothly. I guess you can say that the opening spiel is that long.

I was still hung over with Sunday’s celebration though. Bianca turned five at Callifornia Pizza Kitchen, where Marga is having her practicum., and it was really a feast. Dylan was there by invitation. Hurrah for us! First time ever in my family did they invite my significant other. Me likey a lotty. Jaja was there also. Basically everyone was there but Lolo and Lola. They were a tad shy to go to a restaurant given that Lolo is in a wheelchair and has to be spoonfed. I don’t know why they had to feel that, because I honestly can’t remember a single moment that we ever felt they were a burden. Anyway, we practically ordered everything on the menu, so I decided to walk to work for the next two weeks or so. LOL.

Monday was also Women’s Suffrage Day for the Philippines. I don’t think a lot of people were able to remember that, and sadly, I don’t think a lot of people considered that important. It took a man to have the bill approved that the women be given the right to vote. Claro M. Recto herself denied that first petition. It was only approved in the late 1940s. Isn’t that ironic?

Tuesday was another ironic day. It was Labor Day and no one was working. How about that!? LOL. Spent the evening bowling with family though I didn’t really enjoy it that much. Was cramping and feverish half the time because of my impending menses. Ugh. I hate it when that happens.

Been spending a lot of time away from Dylan lately. He needs to focus on his review and boards. However, I am a bit upset coz that doesn’t seem to be his goal recently. He’s been talking a lot about work and earning money and not having to depend on Lola Linda for his monthly allowance. I don’t like it when he worries about things like that. I don’t like it when he loses faith on his family. Lola Linda is his family; she will not let him down. Besides, I want him to focus on studying right now. I don’t want him to fail. I don’t want him to have another reason to be sad. He doesn’t deserve to be sad again. He shouldn’t be sad again.

I know he can ace the test. He just needs to prepare well enough for it. He can’t wait another six months, that’s for sure. I’m rooting for you, Pappy.