Backwards

Out of impulsion in the middle of a personal financial crisis I find myself at National Bookstore this afternoon plucking a Sherlock Holmes Vol I on the shelf and buying it before it even grasped my mind. That's what I get from getting off from work early. Bored and out of sorts. That makes Measure for Measure sidetracked again. Too bad I was on the brink of determining what's up with the stick up Angelo's arse and Claudio's faith in his sister's holy powers. The latter story made me think of He's Beautiful--kind of same plot ,yes? Brother's in trouble so sister's off to save the day.

Now I really have to push Yvette to feed me an early Wednesday dinner because we still got 3 more tests to conquer before proper lecture and reporting starts. I'm quite wondering too if the school had classes earlier since there was some riot this weekend. Not my problem unless it affects our classes again and rescheduled. I miss psychopatho and I miss my prof. Just met him once but I'm quite sure he's a cool prof and I'll learn tons from him. I'm not one to have a crush on my prof but if it's consoling, he's gay so obviously, I don't have the right equipment to dangle in front of him for seduction.

No work tomorrow at the office means work at home and some form of discipline. Oh before that, already done with Hard-boiled Wonderland, finally. It has its quirks and brief flashes of genius but I still prefer Kakfa over it. I do wonder though if Murakami's novels are often a composition of parallelism. He's a brilliant writer but not enough at the moment to be considered a favourite. Marquez still tops and probably Eco after. Anyway, work will be quite tedious tomorrow. I have to polish the draft for assessment report (love to call it ass report, pun intended), adjusted work breakdown structure, rough draft of the minutes from this morning's meeting and the survey tally. Quite many but viable if solitude is with me.

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Funked

At last I was in the brink of a panic thinking I won't be able to get my salary by the end of the work day. Good thing the boss was in a good mood. That means I get to have enough sustenance again to last me a week at most before I go crawling after Beth to leave me a trickle of my savings into my hands. At the very least, I get to pay what I owed my savings in oneshot, I think. I went straight to Megamall to buy a new battery for my Swatch; it's fortunate that it's still working after years of it's battery dying out on me and leaving it for dead in my cabinet. I had it done with some glass polishing so it looks pretty decent for a 5-years old watch. My Timex though which is just 3 years old is good as dead. They say it's the machine and it will cost 600 bucks to repair it. No way then. I'd better save enough moolah to buy a flic flac or something. Then something good but weird happened; in that fateful sense. I went to the food court and bought some meager dinner when I practically bumped into Zena and her older sister, the latter my ex-professor back in college. The absolute surprise came at the thought of I had nearly sat at a table a few metres away when I decided to change location, and at the same time Zena nearly dragged her sister to another lane only to be pulled back to continue in the same path where we eventually met. Got myself a treat of scrabble for dessert and funny stories from Zena's older sister who had worked at Dubai a few years back. We parted after an hour since they were still in the process of transferring to a new house; Zena's still pondering how to get her cat to stay at the new place despite their landlord's ultimatum of no pets allowed. I loitered around the mall for a few more minutes before I went home to be welcomed by an onslaught of ala Ondoy downpour. I wasn't in my right mind when I had decided to skip the tricycle in favor of walking only to arrive at home with practically my shirt only half dry.

I still have to go to school tomorrow, bugger it. I just wish it wouldn't rain by morning. Heaven knows what kind of hell it is to bring a laptop half your weight even a few metres away from the house. I'm off to meet my classmates to work on the group assignment and get my ID as well. Apologies if I can't even bare to think of the first session with both my classes this week. I'm just too drained to even make fun of it. Ah, I should email my psychopatho prof to give me e-copies of journals now.

Barely there

Honestly, I'm more excited on seeing Zena again than finally enrolling for my master's. I'm glad no one's making a big deal out of it too; just the usual banter for taking classes again. I guess it will materialize by the time I start my classes officially next Monday. I'm not mentally prepared on the idea of getting home by near midnight twice a week but that's the price to pay, right? I'm looking forward to getting my hands on the uni's library though. I'll make sure every penny on my assessment dedicated to library services will be met with satisfaction.

It's the 3rd quarterly socials tomorrow. It's getting tiring, I wonder how those folks who have served under the office for more than a decade can still have the stomach to attend these hoopla annually. It's not like there's anything new except for the usual program of selected folks performing, the usual disco and the quotidian dinner. I'm quite in doubt if I should bother going there (therefore wasting bus fare) by late afternoon because I already finished my work today. It's a good thing the STL error was edited in the last minute. Sir A can just sign them and we can be off to Fort Bonifacio next Tuesday.

Cine Europa's starting this Friday. I seriously don't have enough budget to even walk around the mall because I get hungry easily and that's such a fun, guilt-less way to shred cash until you get home and ponder about it. I might try one by Monday before class starts though, if I remember dropping by Shangri-la that is. My quest for a new job possibly as a part time instructor in some uni/colleges around the area might be possible. I had the chance to chat Mannel last night for some updates on Olai who invited me to her wedding but didn't bother to say when. Out of the blue, the topic swirled to overpriced eyeglasses, astigmatism then to new jobs. It's not like I'm born to teach but that's beside the point if I want to have continuous moolah flowing through my fingers. Mannel's pushing me to apply to her college since she knows an acquaintance who knows the HR of the institution. Walk-in application is preferred so sometime next month if I even bother, I'd have to drag Mannel with me to apply and to have some time to chat. That's two birds in one stone.

Final shots

There was an overall sense of detachment in touring the Ayala Museum, but not for it's lack of effort. Rather, I can blame it on my overall exhaustion and ennui. In a way, I enjoyed it. Cors enjoyed it more, I guess since she practically perused every written details on the gold treasures from a millennium ago at the museum's fourth floor. I guess, the third floor which hosted paintings were the best for me, but I learned more about Venice and Constantinople's quests for gold and greed at the fourth floor. Most of Zobel's paintings were abstract based, something I was never fond of as a trying hard artist. Amorosolo's portrait paintings were better, but Zobel's quotidian photographs of the old world showed too much history. The dioramas presenting the country's history were focused more for a child's entertainment. The miniature models of 16th century ships were lovely though. A big thanks to Zafra's contest where I had won my free ticket pass to the museum last year. Haha. It's fortunate that I double checked the expiration which was on September 9 rather than my assumed end of the year. Bleh.

Beth met up with us after her meeting at the office. As usual from my prompting, we had merienda at Conti's (I'm faithful to mango bravo) and then met up with Chard for a much needed laughter time over Miss Universe and Bear Grylls whom I've just heard of for the first time last night. It was a Friday so the usual rush hour held us back from going home to watch Magkaribal. Cors had her pedicure while Beth and I strolled back at SM checking watches and making fun of ourselves in general. I guess, I should appreciate these trips more because I can feel that once school starts, I'll barely be able to loiter online even on weekends.