Too young for a crisis

I'm bored. With everything, apparently. I feel like I've soo few friends who really get me and share my passion. I've great friends, sure. It's just that, I dunno, I'm just bored. I need something / someone to inspire me, I guess. A new hobby could make a difference...maybe. My life has become ar routine. I love my work, it's just as a whole, something's missing. I'm not sure what it is but I look back at my young life and there are sooo many things I failed to do because I've a "few" friends who can ride with me. Most of the time, I just go with the flow, and really contradicting myself. I've always thought I dance to my own music but the truth is, I'm a coward.

1. Surfing - I've always wanted to try this but I never did. At one point, I was almost there but my dad stopped me. People that I hang out with and my friends, either didn't have time, money or just wasn't interested. I mean, I can't just go to the ocean by myself and learn, hello. It's not as if I live near the beach. Bummer.

2. Wakeboarding - I've tried this once and I instantly fell in love with it. It's just that, again, same with surfing: none of my friends wanna go with me for the same reasons--money, time and just not interested. Well, we went to Cam Sur, and I thought that was the start. I was happy they were all excited and they said they wanted to pursue it, but..yeah..I can see it. It'll never happen again. I won't be riding any board again.

3. Do I even have to talk about film making?

And these are just a few things. Right now, when I invite my friends to go out, I get the same response: no money, no time or I get some lame excuse. Shit. I'm tired of this. I feel like my friends are taking me for granted. OR maybe I'm being a selfish brat in need for attention. I thought about that, and no. I need new friends. New people to hang out with. A different group of people who would love to hang out with me everytime I ask them to and at the same time and vice versa. Shit. I hate it because i'm becoming NR or I end up hating the whole world, and in a way, I've become anti-social.

As it turns out, I'm not the only one bored. Abby and Sab are..and as I read from Ikay's blog, she is too.

It's driving me nuts

There's only one thing driving me crazy nowadays. It's not work. My event as just finished and I'm enjoying this down time. I have a long weekend, in fact because I'm on COMPLUSORY DAY OFF. So anyway, it's not my parents. I've gotten used to them and I guess being the "only" child most of the time has its ups and downs. It's simple really. It's DYLAN. My sister's cat, given to her by her boyfriend. At first, I've no problems with it. It's stinky, but it's cute and his owners are so into him. A few months later, it's fucking pain in the ass. Here are the reasons why:

1. The owners aka ErJan, are, shall I say busy with work. That's true. Amidst their busy-ness, they meet every night when they can here at home to watch Maging Sino Ka Man. Dylan on the other hand, is LOCKED in my sister's room (as it has been all day) and ocassionally, it gets into my room where he just spreads his funk and fur. Oh and yeah, he also does that in the bathroom given that my sister and I have a common bathrooms. I mean, can't they pet him even for five minutes so it feels like he's a pet and not just a poor animal being tortured?! There are days when the poor creature doesn't eat or drink the whole day because the owner forgets to feed him, or maybe just too busy. Whatever.

2. He jumps into my things: on the bed, table, my laptop!!! When I open my closet to check what to wear for the next day, he just jumps in it. So my jeans, skirts have fur in them. We're talking about dark fabric here so it's very visible, plus, the fur is itchy, so who the hell would want to have stinkin' cat hair on their clothes? That's what eats my time in the morning! I have to shed the hair off my clothes.

3. In case my sister forgets, I have asthma. I've asthma since I was born, and I still get attacks until now. I've just had an attack and haven't fully recovered. Hair and particles coming from him are obviously not helping. I get to inhale it while I sleep. Hello???

4. My sister has finally moved out...of her room. Obviously, she can't stand the smell. Uhh...it reaches my room even if the doors are closed. She's now sleeping in my brother's room. Can you see the problem right here? She doesn't have to move out. The cat does.

5. Well, I'd give props to the owners because 1 out of 20 days, they remember they have a pet and they groom it, clean it's litterbox, and possibly play with it. It doesn't really take out the smell, but it helps a LITTLE. Maybe if they do that 1 out of 3 days, it won't be a problem. I won't have a problem with it.

6. No one in this house appreciates Dylan. NO ONE. My Dad hates it. You can't believe how many times he has cursed the cat and he actually swears he'll bring the cat somewhere far from the house and hope it gets lost. My mom's reaction on the other hand is similar, but nicer. She wants to give it to Mama or Tita Chona, as long as it's out of the house with an owner who'll take care of it. Me? HAH! I wanna serve it as siopao in Hen-Lin. Ate Erin...I personally think that it's their little experiment. Maybe they wanna have a baby and they're testing if they're capable..well obviously not. But does she appreciate Dylan? Maybe just because Jan gave it to her. She lost the day after Jan gave it to her! He was lost for 1 whole day!

7. I remember it was outta here for a week. It stayed in Jan's house and no one there likes it as well. Abby tells me the family got into a big argument because of the cat. So... see?!?!?!

Have I given enough reasons already?! Do I have to come home super tired to find out my room stinks and that Dylan is hiding under my bed and then scream at my sister so she does something about it? Whattawaste of energy, don't u think???

Aren't we all just wasting time, energy and money for this cat? If this cat's not out of this house within a week, I will personally take it outside and let Bruno eat it. YA HEAR ME?!?!?!

HELL Week

I've just experienced hell week. Back in college, when people say hell week, that just means term papers are due or it's finals week and then add it to your org responsibilities... With work, it's a very different hell week. I've been taking my client's bullshit for months now and I still have to do what they say with an F'in smile on my face. They think you're not doing what you're supposed to, despite the fact that you've been staying in the office until 11pm, everyday. In fact, when I was the last one in the office, I didn't have the time to think about the ghost stories they were saying. I was too busy looking at the excel file my client gave me and figure out how everything will work. I went to work last Saturday, and then Sunday at 1pm, I headed to Fontana along with my officemates.

My first event in Arc is the PMPMI's NATCON 2007. Basically, it's the week long sales convention of PMPMI and they flew in participants from all accross the country. Everything would have gone perfectly well, if not for my client's bullshit. They haven't paid Fontana the day before the event. They've been changing rooming list until 1am of Monday, and take note, the event starts Monday! Fontana was on the verge of backing out because they should have had the signed contract and the payment at least a week before the event. It's fucking 2am in the morning of Monday, and there was still no contract. Crazy, right? I don't wanna narrate the whole thing, but thank god for the entertainment these events have. These were my down times. I got to watch Imago, Indio I, The Dawn, Pinikpikan, Belly Dancers, Poi Dancers and the fireworks. At least for a few moments, my clients would shut up and stop perstering me and enjoy the show. My favorite time was when my client was soo drunk she looked totally out of it and she was hugging me for the good job SHE did. Tsss..

I dunno why I got into this job or WHY I wanted this job. I guess it's really good for me. I'm a spoiled brat who doesn't take orders from anyone, until now. I've learned to suck it all up and cry in a corner when I'm super annoyed and can't do anything about it, and not let anyone find out, except of course my boss who has been crying for weeks. It has been one hell of a roller coaster ride. My dad told me that it's part of the job and I should just do it and watch these people die their slow deaths because of all the cigarettes they've been smoking. Yeah right! If I work long enough with them I would die before they do because of second hand smoke.

I've probably gained a lot of things from this event and I just don't know it yet. But right now, I'm just happy it's over!!!

I wish I could just disappear and go to a beach somewhere to forget all about this. Hayyyyy!!!