April 18 is a Tragic Day.

*530am. Nokia tune plays. I wake up.*
Me: WTF?!
*Erin calling*
Me: Hello?
Erin: Hoy bumaba ka dito! Tignan mo alaga mo!
Me: Huh? Baket?
Erin: Nasagasaan si Max. Bumaba ka na!
Me: Fuck!
*I sit up on my bed and I process what just happened.*
Shit!!!

Barefoot, I went downstairs. Ate Erin with all her curlyness (is there such a word?!) was shouting at me and pointing to me where my cat was. Kuya Manny was just holding him. Max's white fur had black tire marks in it. He was on the ground lifeless. Max, my beautiful white Himalayan cat died early this morning. I didn't even have the nerve to go near him. I just stood by the door and looked at him from a distance. I didn't want to remember him looking that way.

Max, was a lovable cat. Even people who hated cats loved him because he was just beautiful. And last night was no different. He was so clean and white as usual, and when we got back from Tito Bernie's birthday dinner, he was sitting like a king under our car. He's always there at night. He roams around the village every night and manages to get back before sunrise. However today, he wasn't able to see it. It's only starting to sink in now...

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I hate April 18. 4 years ago, it's the same day our house burned down. Coincidence or no coincidence...I hate this day.

Mr. Brightside on the Background...

So I'm still here at home stuck while my friends are having a SOOPER time in Galera. Well, I'm supposed to be in Baguio with my parents...or perhaps on the way to Clark. What on earth was she thinking not letting me go?! If I have known this plan, I would have gone to Galera. FUCK! I mean, I can go to Baguio and Clark but I can't go to Galera?! LOGIC please. Gawwwdddd. I'm still flaming with anger. I will probably spontaneously combust. Somebody gimme ice for my head. Criminy. "Engrata!", she calls me. I'm an ungrateful bitch. Whatever. I call her illogical. I mean, yeahh...I'm working for my Dad...but it's a frikking weekend! And obviously, this weekend, they're off to Baguio. I'll be back before Monday for crying out loud! I would have been back tonight. Just in time for work, which by the way, would also be a non-working holiday for me, given that they're still in Clark by tomorrow. Fuck. And I've given up a charter flight for my pride. Yes. Zaza and I are actually making a statement. Dad was the one who invited us to come with them to Baguio and Clark afterwards, making that charter ride some kind of bribe for us to go. Really tempting. But we were just really pissed with Mum.

Dad: Ano, bihis na kayo.
Me: Sama ba si Mommy?
Dad: Oo.
Me and Zaza: Ay...
*silence*
Dad: Bihis na, bihis na.
*MUTTTHHHHERRRRR comes in*
Me: Tayong apat aalis?
Mum: O, sama sila?
Dad: Oo shempre.
*Muther asks Dad about Kuya Jack going to Baguio to clean the house.*
Zaza: Ay..ayoko sumama uutos utusan lang ako jan.
Mum: O..ayaw daw niya sumama kase uutus utusan lang daw siya.
Edel: Nope. I'm thinking about safety, man. It's really unsafe. Nako! Tayong apat pa pupunta and tayong apat din ang aalis papuntang States.
*Dad looks at Mum smiling waiting for her reply.*
Mum: Edi wag kayo sumama.
Edel: Hindi nga.
Dad: Sumama na kayo.

I didn't wanna have that frikking conversation again. I took my hot choco and headed for the den. I'm playing Insaniquarium once again driving myself insane trying not to think of my friends and the SOOPER time they're having in Galera. Then they were out the door...

Edel: HAVE A SAFE TRIP!!!!!!

I know what I'm doing is really bad. But, I just can't help it!!! I mean, here I am bumming around the house when I could have gone to the beach and celebrated Abby's, Marga's and Ida's birthday. Oh fuck. I'll just stop right here. It won't get me anywhere.

Stuck

Been a while..

I've been 'working' for my parents the past three days which is cool. Really. At least I ain't bumming in the house.

First day: Welcome to the new Dependable Packaging and Printing House Corporation. With the new building, it does seem like a corporation now. The people now have their uniforms and rejoice!!! There are guards there now. WOW. The office ain't that cluttered anymore. Lotsa changes, I must say and I think it's for the better. However the changes seem to be only on the surface. Well, maybe I'm being harsh. The management improved a bit. Gotta hand it to them. So what was my job? I was to compute the deductions on the wages of the employees: SSS, PAG-IBIG, Income Taxes and their health insurance. Pretty simple. Long but simple. Well...it should have been simple. I computed it the way they told me to and when I was done, there's this some kind of accountant and I found out they were doing it the wrong frikking way so I had to do it all over again. Plus, it took me a long time to get the updated status of the employees for the Income Tax. They didn't update it. For crying out loud. It should be done yearly. I mean, some people get married, have kids..these simple things...criminy. I finished eventually. That's basically what I did the whole day. The first half was basically a waste of time given that they were doing it the wrong way.

2nd Day: Welcome to Royal Cargo Corporation. I know my father's the big boss there and I see those people only when we attend their Christmas parties. I see the employees in costumes for their presentations that we judge. When they greeted my father, it was like compulsory to also greet me. Ok..I'll take that. They probably didn't know that I was going to work there. Well, first day, Dad didn't have anything for me to do but clean his cabinets. Re-arranging his files. Easy. I was done before lunch. I was bored to death so I texted some people, played Triple Pop in my phone. Lunch came, had free Chowking Beef Mami and Siopao Asado. After that, he was in a bunch of meetings, leaving me in his office with his computer. YM Galore with my status: 'ya call this work?! hahahaha!' Thank goodness he had an even to go to so he sent me home.

3rd Day: "Real work begins today." That's what Dad told me. So it was. I was sent to Tita Carmen, head of the HR Department. She introduced me to her staff. It was embarrassing, really. I didn't remember any of their names, damn it. It's my Dory syndrome. I just smiled. She turned me over to this lady who asked me to alphabetize all the files of the employees. Piece of cake, I thought. Well it was easy. It was just a lot. Had to carry all the files and shit. It was really heavy. After arranging them alphabetically, had to put them all in a folder. Had to punch them all first. Man! It was really tiring. I mean, that's a lot of papers to punch. My shoulders were really killing me. By lunch break, they called out my attention. Of course I knew it was lunch break. They were probably expecting me to eat with them or something. As much as I would like to, I didn't have money so I went up to my father for free lunch. When I got there, he was with THE boss and a friend. Ex-pats. Beso..yaddi yadda. We were off to go somewhere when this other guy comes in about whatever. In short, lunch was delayed for about half an hour. Went to Luk Foo for lunch. It was a quiet lunch. We didn't talk much. We're always like that, anyway when it's just the two of us. Asked him if I could go to Galera, but told me I should talk to my mom about it...but I told him a million times..I can't argue with a superstition!!! Criminy. But "that's how your mom is raised." So argue with that. Gawwwddd.. But he told me the real reason why. Criminy!!! But that's not my problem is it?! Sheesh. Then back to work. He told me he needed me to do something so I had to postpone my HR work. I was done before 4pm. Then he went somewhere, took advantage of the laptop. Then when he was back, I just waited for him to finish his work. He told me to get a copy of the file I was working on so I could do it today.

4th Day: Unscheduled Day-off. Dad had to go to Cavite today. Before I went to my daily 1 hour jog, he explained to me what I should do. Got it! It was 7am. Got back by 8am, just before he left, he reminded me what to do. Then off he goes. Spent the morning watching Oprah, then had my 30-minute Pilates for abs. Switched channels the whole time. When I got hungry, I asked Zaza to go to Town for lunch since there's no food left. While waiting for our orders in Pancake House, I checked out the schedule of the movies. Bought tickets for the 210pm showing of Finding Neverland. After the movie, went shopping for groceries. Got a message from Dad asking me if I was done with the work. I said we were in the grocery. Blah blah. Then we were home by 5pm. The time I planned to do my homework. Checked out the diskette but it wasn't formatted so...here I am. Dad's upset of course, telling me I should have checked it out early this morning..bleh. Okay. It's my fault. But for crying out loud?! I mean this frikking technology should make everyone's lives easier. So now, I'm here feeling guilty because I watched a movie instead of doing THE job. Fuck. I guess I'll do it manually..Grrrr....

So here I am. This is summer, huh. Can't go to the beach. Been waking up 630am for my daily 1hour jog so I could get my bikini body which by the way still seems a million 30-minute Pilates for Abs workouts. Then off to work. WOOHOO!!!

What my Mom will probably never understand if I don't go to Galera with my barkada is that I'll be left out. It's one of those times when you have a great time that you'll be talking about forever! And what will I do if we talk about it?! NOTHING! Cos I ain't gonna have a memory of whatever took place! They'll be laughing their asses of with some kind of funny experience that I'll never be able to relate to. NEVER!!! And all because...of that?! Urgh...

"You always get what you want." Mom said early today when Zaza was giving her the silent treatment. Well, clearly not everything. Okay.. I'm being a brat again..but my point is...I just told my point... I'm pretty sure they trust me. Maybe if I have a frikking boyfriend, they won't trust me as much as they do now...but puh-lease!!! I won't do anything. Besides, if someone would do something, they'd do it anywhere, anytime. It doesn't have to be in a faraway land. Criminy.

Fine, we at least get to go to the US. I've seen the itenerary and we're leaving on the 26th..not on the 29th. So for 12 days...I'll be here...WORKING.

Oh shucks..course card day tomorrow...fingers crossed!!! and btw... you're reading the blog of the new VP-Externals of JEMA. ;P

Very Superstitious!

After my Dad told me a couple of weeks ago that he'll never give me a cellphone ever again, I was almost prepared to live without it until I have enough money to get myself one. But then it's really difficult. It has become a necessity. Then 3 days ago, my dad woke me up and asked me if I had a cellphone. A-duh. I used my dad's phone the previous night to text my carpool mate that I'm riding with her, but I had to be in school earlier and I forgot to tell her that I was riding with the earlier shift. That day, my dad received a message from her to me and she was waiting for me in the terminal. Of course, he didn't know what to say, so she had to wait for me. So now, I'm using my dad's extra phone. Yes, I also have a sim card, same number so you can now reach me through text. Yehey!

I guess parents will be parents. I'm happy they're the way they are.

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Finals week. Yey! I'm so excited for school to be over. The goddesses planned a Galera trip and I was really looking forward to that, but turns out we'll be leaving for the US on the 19th. Argh! I miss those people and I wanted to have bonding time with Gaston (Abby's beloved). We've had our time with Jet and Eboy, so now it's his turn. But damn it, I won't be there!! This is sad. Well, our plan is to leave on the 15th and stay there until the 17th. I could still go, right? But there's this superstition that if you're going away, you can't go to the beach or something. I don't get it really. Therine's parents also told her that that's why we weren't able to go the beach before she left for Canada. What's up with that? What's gonna happen if we go to the beach? Is there proof that something bad's gonna happen? I'm beginning to think that it's just an excuse our parents have so we can't go.

But that's what's weird with superstitions, huh. There's no scientific or logical explanation for it, yet we follow it because it happens. Like that superstition about going out before graduation. Mom and Dad had that experience in Bataan. I also remember Miss Gino telling us a story of kids about it, and who could forget that Ozone Disco. That's why Kuya Nono and his friends weren't able to go to wherever they planned to go. Hhhmmmm... can someone have a study about this? I'm really curious. And if you are, can you do it in about 1.5 weeks? So I'll know if i could go to Galera?!
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Ooohhh..my nose piercing I think is officially closed. I dunno I've posted it already that I took it off about 2 months ago. First of all, I got tired of people looking at my nose when they see me. Hellooowww. Some think it's cool to the max and I'm sooo funky. Some think it's a frikking booger or zit. Enough about the fashion statement. I was making a statement but as a fashion statement? Well..it's only 3rd on the list. Secondly, a lot of people now have it. A friend's come up to me and told her that HER friend was going to have her nose pierced because of me. Flattering. But then I look around and I see someone with it. Thirdly, it doesn't make sense to me anymore. You could call it a form of rebellion. But my revolt has ended, at least for that matter. What matter? THAT matter. Haha! I think I've grown a little since then and it's time for the world to see who I've become. Seriously, it's like a weight has been lifted.

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Jenx, a college friend just had a boyfriend. Aww! One SSB out of the list. For some reason we were all online last night so we had a YM conference. She was sharing her date experience with us then after that, gawwwddd...there they go again with the who-will-be-next talk. Criminy and I was first on their list. What's up with that? Are they pressuring me? Fuh-nee cos I ain't feeling any. There's just no one. Or if there's someone, he's starting to annoy me. I can't read him or maybe there's nothing to read. I don't wanna waste any more time figuring him out. Criminy! HE should be figuring ME out anyway.