Saturday, February 26, 2005

the dream

in the clear light of day, one rarely remembers how these things start, and this time it's no different. they say that dreams bring out our inner fears and wishes, but in this case i'm not sure whether it's one or the other. or maybe it was a gentle reminder from my inner soul.

it began with my high school class 10th anniversary reunion. my classmates were oddly dressed in regulation white caps and gowns, but even more odd (should it be?) is that i wasn't dressed the same. so as i contemplated changing into the "proper" costume in time for the official pictures, i kept myself busy with one thing or another. finally i decided to change, and went off to my dorm which was conveniently located next door from the reunion venue.

now, my landlady has all sorts of weird rules and habits, and my roommates (who i also assumed were part of the reunion) have sneaked in and planned to sneak back out after curfew time. but alas! as i was about to silently board the lift to my room i had to trip and fall and effectively wake up said landlady who was dozing in the rocking chair out in the hall. so, in order to pacify landlady i had to be miss congeniality as well as miss sugar and spice, and do various stuff in recompense such as arranging the clothes out in the hall (another quirk of dreamland).

finally i was done, just as the 11 o'clock curfew was approaching, and promptly started up the stairs with the intention of coming back down again. suddenly, i was back outside and meeting all these people who had just faced panic and upset of a sudden death. one of the girls (not my classmate, though, but someone in a previous storyline that i don't recall) had experienced something akin to heart attack and had just died. walking towards these people who were walking out, i saw a lad who appears to be the girl's boyfriend, and i grabbed him. i expected him to be hysterical, like the others were, but oddly he seemed dazed but weirdly happy. then i asked him to relate what happened, and i heard him recount how the girl had suddenly stiffened; the verdict, apparently, was unexplained calcium overdose (what?...) eventually she stopped struggling and her face became peaceful. and with expected omniscience, i saw that the boy knew that the girl had experienced an apparition: by jesus christ, no less.

just as i was taking it all in, the boy began to experience an epileptic attack and i had to hold on while shouting for help. when i looked back at his face, his eyes told me not to worry, and i felt a sudden aura of happiness from him. i then realized what had happened to the girl was happening to this boy as well. half fearfully i asked the boy, "is it him?" to which his eyes replied, "yes." but i had to make sure, and asked, "who is it...?"

...by then my mind was becoming contrary, and i realized that i was coming out of sleep.

Saturday, February 5, 2005

...so much to do

this is the day i'm supposed to submit a portion of my paper for my consultation next week. guess how much i've already written? zero. nada.

delaying and procrastinating is getting to be a disgusting habit. (ano? "getting to be" lang?)

moving on...

some news:

my old boss, ian, passed all his asp exams in the last season. and me? what do you think? i took two and ended up with nothing.

in addition, his wife mia just gave birth to their first kid.

another friend of mine, enaj, also just gave birth to her second child. the first one is my goddaughter. and her christmas gift is still with me.

my best friend is leaving her job and leaving me... as her roommate. she's moving back to the ortigas area, and i'll be forced to go there more often, again.

more or less, it seems like a lot of people are getting somewhere. and i'm just stuck here, at the mercy of my strama paper. at the risk of sounding like a whiner (which i am already, why bother denying it?), it seems like everything in my life is not going the way i wanted it. i'm at a loss on how to deal with my project at work, i really must be a poor politician and definitely a poor strategist. which means that my 2+ years at business school didn't count for much. this is one of those times i wish i wasn't in this position after all. i would still rather have someone to guide me in my line of work than going it alone. guess i don't have the chops to be a manager after all.