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In the past few weeks, it's been hard to pull myself up from the bed and it's even harder to concentrate on studying in the evening. Both instances leave me wanting to snuggle further into my blanket and snooze away.

I'm blaming my becoming such a sloth (oooh...that could be a pun for something else) to the weather. As December is fast approaching (wheeee, Christmas!), it seems like the air's becoming chillier by the day. And the chiller it becomes, the more conducive it is to become lazy. Haha!

Apart from the laziness, I'm feeling a lot cheery and optimistic, which is the only upside to this whole "Oh-it's-soo-cold-I'm-loving-it" weather. I guess the positive elements can also be due to the fact that the holidays are nearing. I know I've been a grouch for a number of times in this year and that my birthday month has been one of the rare occurrences that I'm all hyped up and happy; but Christmas is another one of those things that equates to my sugar rush with chocolates. Yay for the holidays!!!

When it comes to weather, chilly can mean either appreciably or disagreeably cold. And I thank God that He has decided to bless us with the former. I'm hoping for an agreeable cold until the year ends because even if I have to get up to go to work, at least I'm cheery enough to face my day and that. =)

It's already November 3 but it's only now that I actually realized that October has already ended. It's as if I slept through the whole of October and woke up just now. The main reason I "woke up" is that today is the day my dearest friend will be home from Europe. Aaaaaaahhhhh!!! I'm sooo excited to have him back here in the Philippines, where I can contact him easily and we could hang out  again. =D

October was a chill month for me. I got to hang out w/ some close friends from previous work and from my village; plus I had the time to study more than I did last September.

I'm looking forward for the rest of November. There are so much plans lined up and I'm determined to push through with all of them. Despite my certain problems w/  the finances, I want to make sure I'll make the most out of the 2nd to the last month of 2009. Wheeee!!! 

I've been staring at my monitor for a few minutes, trying to rack my brains for something to blog about. Unfortunately, my mind's been blanking out as soon as I sat down in front of my work laptop. I don't know if that's a good thing for me since I tend to think too much. It's just unsettling but, at the same time, relaxing to get lost in the brightness of the monitor's screen.

So...let's see. Today started fairly good and I felt a bit pumped up. Wednesdays have that effect on me. I remember how my Makati crew (Tinnie and Patsky) and I would state that "Wednesday is the new Friday" . There's something with Wednesdays that have made us feel like it's going to be such a good day. Maybe because the day's situated at the middle of the work week and you'd allow yourself to think that weekend's nearing or work week's ending (depending on whether you have the glass-half-full or glass-half-empty view on life). Or maybe because Wednesday starts with the letter 'W', that could stand for weird, wired, wacky, wahoo, wow or wanted --- words that could have a positive or endorphin-inducing effect. .......... Hahaha! I just realized I'm trying too hard, admittedly, to put some kind of witty (oh, there goes another 'W' word!) logic behind the wonderful (I just had to use another 'W' word...hehe!) effects from Wednesday.

Seriously, Wednesdays can make me feel cheery. It's my sort-of-weekend away from the real weekends. It's when I consciously make the effort to ensure that work and personal life is much more balanced than the usual. I guess any day can be you personal 'cheery' day if you choose it to be. So, I'm just wondering, what would be other people's "wonderful Wednesday"?

As always, the weekend has been my default highlight of the week. Come to think of it, I think most people would share the same sentiment.

My Saturday started out very early. I woke up at 4am, ready to do some chores I've listed for the day. The whole morning and part of the afternoon were spent fixing personal files/documents, cleaning my room and my car, working out and studying. I felt accomplished by 2pm.

I was hoping to catch a 30-minute shut-eye before I go take a bath and prepare for late afternoon movie and dinner with my villagebarkada, the QVs; but JR, my younger brother, had requested that I accompany him to Glorietta and check out a cardigan he wants to buy for a debut he needed to attend. The short snooze I longed for didn't push through and by 430pm, my credit card was being swiped by the lady cashied and the Bench plastic bag was being handed to my brother.

After parting ways with my brother, I met up with one of my fave QV couple, Jom and Tin, at GB3 Cinemas. At last, I was about to watch 500 Days of Summer! Before, I would have felt awkward and out of place being a 3rd wheel to any of my couple friends, but seeing as I have been dubbed as Tin's "girlfriend" and Jom's 2nd babe, I felt at ease watching a seemingly cheesy movie with them. Let me just say... I LOOOVE 500 Days of Summer. If I could sum up in one word how I would describe the movie, it would be...fantastic, no..wait... genius. Nope, nope...masterpiece! Heck, I can't specify with just ONE word that could give justice to the movie! The script, the direction, the music...they were just fuckingly awesome!!! Oh, and one more thing...Summer's fashion sense? I'd love to wear the same girly dresses and the same 1950's (?) hair cut.

Hmm...maybe I should do a separate post on the movie.

ANYHOOOS, going back to my Saturday...

Dinner was supposed to be spent with the rest of the QV gang but the other girls had other plans. Plus, when I got a text from one of my bestest friends, David, that he just got home from a date, I had to meet up with him to get all the details. I'm nosy that way. Hehe!

Tin and Jom left to go drinking with Jom's friends; while David and I left to go eat and chat the night away. It was comforting that David and I could talk in such a way that even if we haven't met for a month or so and then decided to get together, we'd converse as if we've been talking every day. I guess that's what an-almost-decade friendship does...it makes friends build such tight connections, even time couldn't break it. I was wishing Arl and Neej were there too. The four of us together would have made the night soo much fun.

My weekend was a blast, especially since I was on two dates. =) I've always believed that dates shouldn't be tagged as something to do ONLY with a person you'd been set up with or you'd have romantic feelings for; but rather it should be thought of as quality time spent with the people you hold dear to your heart (i.e family and friends). Going on a date is one sure way of enforcing that tight connection you've built with them.

So for this coming weekend, who will you go out on a date with? =)

Last night, I hung out with some good friends from my previous company. It was fun mainly because of the stories that either had us ranting as if hell had broken loose or had us laughing like there's no tomorrow.

Despite the happy atmosphere I was in last night, I felt bad for something I did unintentionally. I have admitted time and again that I resigned from my previous company with a huge chunk of bitterness. I've been working to remove that bitterness and I'm actually proud to say that from 100% of the original bitterness, I've reduced it to 50%. Hehe! The only thing that's stopping me from draining it to 0% is the annoying fact that I have a 'too-much-loyalty-to-good-friends' characteristic. Usually, when my friends would get worked up on a certain person, I tend to get worked up on that same certain person. What's worse is that if I'm the one originally pissed off at someone and if I find a friend who's as pissed off as I am at the same person, I get more riled up.

Going back to the something I did last night...the main source of my bitterness was one of the topics being talked about. When I started to share my own set of stories, the bitterness swelled back up to 100% and I couldn't help but tell all the crap I've been through. Embarrassingly enough, I told such curses and nega-words about someone. At the end of my rant, I realized that I did something probably one of the crappiest crap I can do to another person. It was MY own experience and I didn't have to tell to just everyone who will listen to me. I have to make sure that if I do rant, it would be to people who understands my situation or who are clueless as to what/who I'm speaking about.

Like my mom had told me back when I was a kid, "If you don't have anything good or constructive to say, you better shut up."

One of the most valuable life lessons I've learned in the last few years is that when something f*ckingly crappy happens, there's always a choice between letting it get to you and making you feel f*ckingly crappy yourself OR letting it slide, looking at the bright side of things and moving on.

Now, I have to admit that I'm not a positive person by default. In fact, I have been such a pessimist that in almost everything I do, I try to think up of anything that could go wrong and come up with possible action steps. Some of my friends have called me a perfectionist and an overthinker. I have accepted that I think too much for my own good. It's been a struggle for me to stop thinking too much, especially on things that I know are beyond my control.

Yesterday, I saw something that made me feel suddenly lost again. I started to doubt everything I have planned and chosen to do in my life. I kept on thinking, "Why not me? Why did the opportunity go to him/her when I worked my ass off? Why was I not given the same opportunity? Should I have stuck it out? Was I too emotional? Did I make the right choice/s?".  It didn't help that I was physically sick with a migraine, an eyeache and an injured wrist. So from 3PM while I was in the office until around 630PM when I was still in the car going home, I felt downright awful about my life and decided that everything I have planned for the night will just have to be done the next day or whenever I feel better again.

I chatted with a couple of friends, telling them what I was currently feeling and they, too, have had some bouts of fear and disappointments with some of the things that are happening to their lives. I felt a bit comforted to know that I'm not alone in this kind of situation. At least I know I'm still normal and not going cuckoo (at the moment..haha!).

When I got home, I went straight to my room and lied down on my bed. For some unknown reason, I decided to stop feeling crappy and to go on with doing the plans I have, such as working out and studying literature and grammar. I had dinner with my parents and watched television for a bit. I did chores and surfed the Net. In short, I felt like I did a lot for the night and thus making me forget the crappy thing that made me depressed. Plus, I've had this sudden surge of confidence that I WILL get to achieve all my goals. Maybe not as 'fast' as others have done but the important thing is I'm doing everything I can to get to my finish line.

However, since I know how I am and I still am human, I guess that any f*cked up situation that I face, I'd still feel awful. The only thing I plan to change is that I have to allow the awful feeling consume me for a short time, realize that it's just an awful feeling, get back up on my feet and just move on. I just hope that the duration of the 'feeling awful' would shorten as time passes. This is just something I need to learn.

To the one currently riding a train right now back to Warsaw,

I miss you. Soo muchie much. It's already been 16 days since we last saw each other. There's still 17 more to go. Arrrgh! I'm happy you're having fun there and I'm proud that you've taken the opportunity to face the challenge; but I just miss you soo bad that I need you to be here.

YM chats and talks plus emails have been more than helpful to let me know how you are, allowing me to decide that you are indeed safe and sound whereever you are; but they can't replace your bear hugs that just make me feel oddly safe and wonderfully happy.

How I wish I could be with you to pelt you with snowballs, plead you to eat the remaining food on my plate, bully you into making a silly face for a photo and hug you to keep your portruding belly all warm.

I know we'll get to travel together and have our own adventures soon. I'll do my best to stop being selfish and allow that part of Europe to have your utmost attention. I guess I'll just have to wait for you and the 4 pasalubongs (4 currently but you have 17 more days to add up to that...haha!) you have for me  to get back here in the Philippines.

You'd better make sure that you added a couple of pounds before you do get home. Just let me win our bet and I promise to TRY not kicking your sorry ass for being physically away for 33 days.

From the one acting like such a brat,
Cathy

Prior moving to Orange and Bronze and to the month of August, I didn't have anything to look forward to every 15th, and also the 30th, of the month.

When I joined OnB, I have had another reason to like the 15th of every month since its the day I get the first half of my monthly salary. Before, in my first work at another company, I used to get my salary, the whole of it, every 10th of the month.

Now, the very main reason why I look forward to every 15th of the month is that I'm reminded of something. I really don't want to go into specifics here in my LJ but let me just say that the 15th of a certain month, I was told something that made feel happier and loved. I'm not sure if the person who told me that something realizes how much impact there is in the words spoken to me, despite my being speechless at that time. Haha!

I'm praying and hoping that the 15th would still hold true for a very long time. It isn't everyday I get to know my importance to another person and to realize how much happiness there can be in simple words.

Lately, I've been out of it. My mind's been spacing out for most of the time & I've been feeling really tired for reasons that I can't pinpoint.

Work isn't really stressing me out since, again as I've mentioned in a prior post, I'm relatively new to the company. Although there are times that I feel paranoid that I'm not doing something for a part of the day. It really doesn't help that I can from a company in where you're working every single minute of the 8 work hours and even more. But I'm slowly adjusting to the work life involving projects. I just have to accept that there really is an idle time involved and that I should be able to appreciate that idle time.

Family's okay, I guess. My mom's nagging is not unusual but it does get on my nerves sometimes. I'm waiting for end October because I know it'll be the time when we'll start fixing up the house and put up Christmas decors and stuff; which would mean bonding time again for the now-4 residents of 908 Amethyst. Haha!

Personal life...I don't want to believe I'm having a quarter life crisis; but I am a bit confused as to whether or not I'm doing the right things to achieve my life goals. I'm trying to balance out the 'serious' and 'fun' stuff in life so I wouldn't miss any opportunity that comes my way. I think I really need to have a long trip sometime, before 2009 ends.

Right now, I'm wondering what might be causing my spacing out & feeling tired. Maybe I just need to chill out with friends or have a time out for myself. Or maybe I miss *someone* terribly. Just maybe. Hehe!

I've heard of Entourage from a few years back but I really wasn't interested in watching it because it seemed too much of a guy's show. However, upon request of a friend who really likes the show, I've started watching it during the past few days.

So what do I think of it? Well, it still is, for me, a guy's show & there's too much testosterone for me to fully appreciate it. However, I still liked it. It's fascinating to see how a story of 4 guys and their friendship can turn around in each episode. I knew that guys are loyal to their friends but Entourage has put that loyalty amongst men to the highest level possible that I could think of. Seriously. To put off a more-than-tens-of-millions project/s into the can just because one of them doesn't like the script?! Wow.

Anyhow, of the cast, I would have to say my favorite would be Ari Gold. At first, I thought he was such an ass. Well, he still is an ass but he does have the heart. I applaud Jeremy Piven's potrayal of the character. His body actions are just funny! He captures the word "stressed out" to the very T. He's just such a laugh!

I also have tiny crushes on Eric  & Turtle. Typical me to not like the leads & crush on the supporting actors. Haha!

It was last May, or June, I think, that I first got to watch the television series Glee. My friend & previous officemate had downloaded the show's first ever episode, which we watched over at his house. After watching, I realized 2 things: 1) I looove the show and 2) I miss the theatre and performing.

Okay. I hadn't really performed on formal theatre stage; unless class performances (i.e Sabayang Pagbigkas, Songfest, etc) held on the school theatre could be considered. I also hadn't been such a performer in that I'm not that good of a singer/dancer/actress; but I did have opportunities do sing/dance/act in front of an audience or a video camera. And to be honest? Albeit the fact that I'm such a shy person (at first), I looove to perform! I would give anything to have the guts and the talent to be able to join a theatre company/group.

Maybe that's why I love Glee so much. The whole plot of it is something I've always wanted to experience since high school. I get goosebumps hearing the cast sing quite beautifully some of the songs. Waaah! I wish I could have even a bit of the talent they have!

So far, I'm loving Glee's rendition of "Somebody to Love". Although I find Finn awkwardly funny with his actions. Oooh, I also am loving "Gold Digger" just 'coz it's an upbeat song.

Since I'm still a coward in even trying out for a theatre company, I'll have to settle for watching Glee to somehow compensate for it. Haha!

Today's the last day of September. A couple of weeks back, I've posted about how I feel that this month has been going by too fast and indeed, it has.

I'd like to say that September was an awesome month but the typhoon that happened last weekend (& the last of the weekends of September) seemed to wash away the happy moments I've had. Although I know that there's always a rainbow after a storm, I still can't help but feel depressed and awful for the disastrous events, leaving quite a number of Filipinos devastated, that occurred due to Ondoy.

But I'd want to think that September isn't ending with a sad note; albeit, I believe it's ending with such a semblance of hope. The past few days have had a lot of people, both Filipinos and non-Filipinos, reaching out to help the victims of Ondoy. It's uplifting to realize that there are still pure hearts out there. I do pray that the light shining from those pure hearts do not diminish anytime soon and do not only lit up during/after disastrous events.

Last Friday, I've posted at how much I was looking for the weekend and how I was going to spend it chilling out with a very good friend. So what happened to this past weekend? Well, basically, Ondoy ruined it for me and for everybody else in the Philippines, particularly Marikina.

I was sleeping soundly last Saturday even when I've woken up a few times to the sound of rain outside our house. It felt like the perfect weather to slumber in. My good friend had called and told me that it seemed that we wouldn't be able to go out for the day given the weather. I was disappointed sorely and went back to sleep in hopes of diminishing the feeling of disappointment. However, I was woken up by my dad's panicky voice telling me that I have to get up and help put the first floor furniture and other things up on a higher ground. Apparently, water's about to enter our house.

Peeking outside from our living room window, I could see that our front garden looks like a pond and the sidewalk upfront has already been covered with water. Now, this has never happened to our house, much less in our village and seeing that the water outside had reached by mid-calf, I got scared. What sucked was that the flood of water in our street started from our house until around 5 houses to our right. Everything happened so fast. One minute, our living rooms and computer area was filled with stuff and the next minute...it looked bare.

After making sure that everything's a-ok, we sat down for lunch and watched the news. My heart just ripped and I couldn't bear to watch, or even listen, to the news. I saw footages of cars floating in the rampaging flood, stores and houses beaten down to its very foundation and people stranded in certain places or stuck up on their houses' rooftops. It was such a depressing sight and I felt bad because I can't do anything at that moment but pray. In the afternoon, I spent most of my time in my room and on my laptop. I was hoping to distance myself from the television and the radio to avoid hearing such drastic news. But I couldn't help myself so I was reading FB updates and online news regarding Ondoy's fiery rain.

So much disaster had happened because of Ondoy. Today, the sun is shining brightly and not a drop of rain has been in sight. Although there are a few inklings that a couple of tropical depression (w/c could turn into a storm) is nearby. I hope that it wouldn't form into a storm anymore or it would just disappear completely (so that no other country would be affected).

It's the end of the work week! Whee!!!

I can't wait to just chill out and relax. Not that I'm all stressed out with work right now since I'm fairly new (~1 month) to the company; but I've also been doing some self-studying on literature and grammar during weeknights that I'm feeling a bit tired. I'm not complaining though. I'm having fun studying. Yup, I'm a certified nerd. Haha!

It's nice to know that I have my weekends to enjoy. The last 2 and a half years had me wasting most of my weekends to work or to sleep (because of too much work during weekdays). I'm more than happy that I get to hear mass with my family or get to have dinners with my friends. My mom has been telling me that she's finally convinced that I haven't lost my ability to relax, smile and laugh. She's been exaggerating but who can blame her? I haven't exactly been the most pleasant daughter, much less a house occupant, the last couple of years.

I seriously thank God it's already Friday! This weekend would probably be spent with a very good friend who'll be out of the country for at least a month. I can't wait for any food trips and/or photo-taking sessions up ahead! *grins*

Have a great weekend, you guys! *waves*

The last few days have had my lungs coughing out, my nose running, my head throbbing and my whole body aching. It's been hard to carry conversations and even harder to laugh wholeheartedly because of the sudden urges to cough. I don't know what's in the air because, currently, half of my teammates have the same sickness. Sometimes, I can't help but laugh silently at how we (my teammates & I) either cough or blow our noses at the same time or in sequence. It's a symphony of sickness!

Despite feeling physically sick, I've been chipper than the usual. Although I think only one person is getting the benefit of my chipperness. Haha! But, seriously, I am quite surprised at how happy I still am despite feeling awful. Usually, when I'm sick, I'm also grumpy and irritable. Weirdly enough, I can still seem to have the energy to smile, laugh and make the silliest (or maybe corniest, I wouldn't know if being sick rattles my humor) jokes. I wonder why I'm like this right now? Hmm... Whatever/whoever is making me this still crazy but happy girl I am despite being sick? I hope it/he/she will stay for a looong, looong, looong time. *grins*

I'm not saying I like being sick. Who does? If I could, right now, I'd like to lie down on the bed (hence the LJ icon although the caption isn't related to this) and watch television the whooole day. But I'm still happy that I'm not letting this irritating cough, colds and headache get the best of me.

Ergh. I gotta go cough now. Haha!

For the past few days, I've been waking up in the wee hours of the morning with my heart beating faster than the usual, my forehead dripping beads of sweat, my mouth dry and parched, and my mind racing through snippets of my recurring dream. I don't think "dream" would be the right term to describe the images and scenes that play in my mind while I'm sleeping. "Nightmare" would be more synonymous to it.

My recurring dream had me arguing with someone close to me (i.e brother, bestfriend) and he/she just keeps on ignoring me even if I keep on doing physical things for them to take notice of me (i.e punching the arm, tugging on the shirt). I keep on shouting my side of the story but the other person would walk away, turn his/head the other way or, worse, laugh and point at me. I don't know exactly why but the dream just makes me feel scared and nervous. I wouldn't want anyone, especially those who I hold dear to my heart, to ignore me or not care about me.

From what I remember from the psychology classes I took back in college, dreams have some kind of link to one's subconscious and may surface up one's deepest fears/desires. If I were to take that information, I would say that my dream is one of my deepest FEARS. I just hope that this would be one of my dreams that won't ever come true.

September is now on its third week, the middle of the month. It seems as if its days are going by so quickly that I can't help but wonder what I've been doing. I can still recall events that happened in August and it feels like they all just happened yesterday.

But I can't complain. This month's going well enough for me. Work's good in that I'm actually doing something helpful to the team (I hope) and I'm starting to understand, however slowly, the big picture of the project. Family's okay although there are a few expectations from my mom that I don't really believe are fair for me. Friends...I still miss a lot of them. It's as if I'd want to spend more time with the different sets of friends I have. Affairs of the heart...let's just say I'm still happy with the on-going happenings. Haha!

So, September, I don't know where you're headed but I'm hoping you and I will have a good, if not great, journey with each other. I've always liked you since you signify the start of the Christmas season, which makes me all giddy and happy! 

Let's see how the next few weeks will turn out. 

There has been this scary feeling that pops up everytime I try to write, whether it be a required piece or a mere personal journal entry. Everytime I start to write, I tend to pause after a paragraph or two then feel that scary feeling. to which my response is to stop writing altogether. I thought I was crazy to have such a negative feeling when I'm writing.

However, in this book (A Writer's Space) I've been reading, Eric Maisel had put into words what I've been feeling, allowing me to breathe easily and believe that, hey, what I'm feeling is actually normal.

"It isn't so easy to write what's on our mind and let people in our thoughts. We fear reprisals; we fear looking bad; we fear having to defend what we've said. It isn't so easy to write what's on our mind even if we are just writing in our journal: there is much that we are keeping hidden from ourselves and our natural frankness is defeated by our defensiveness. The result of this self-censorship is that what we write is milder, more indirect and less authentic that it would be if we had internal and external permission to speak."

Initially, I've been a very secretive person. It's only been recent that I try to let other people, both close friends and colleagues, know some of my life's stories and my take on certain issues. Usually, I'm the ear that people rant and rave to. If they were to ask for any similar rant or rave, I tend to hesitate and end up saying something either coated with sugary optimism or siphoned from muddy pessimism. The same goes for my writing. As soon as I get to the point that a personal experience is about to be included into the sentence or paragraph, my hands freeze from writing and I stop my mind from remembering the exact experience for the reason that I wouldn't want to recall it again. It's as if I believed that recalling such past events would bring back the hurt I felt back then or even the joy that I failed to believe would happen again.

It's really been a struggle for me to actually write. And by write, I mean to be able to express the totality of what I've been imagining, feeling, thinking and believing. Although I still don't have the experience nor the skills in writing, I'm willing to learn. I hope that all the self-studying I'm doing and the saving up to get a formal education (if needed) would help me be a good writer.

September usually doesn't mean a thing to our immediate family. Not one of us has a birthday within the month. Plus, there are no public holidays and there aren't any major milestones (i.e graduation) to celebrate over. Come 2005, we suddenly have something to look forward to and that is the birthday of our little princess, Tricia.

Anna Patricia C. Evasco is my oldest sister's child and the first "immediate" grandchild of my parents. When Tricia was born, all of us were excited to the point that we had our faces pressed on the viewing window once the nurse had wheeled her, uhm, sorta-crib (you know, the kinda small tub made of glass) into view. It's no wonder that my usual-strict-looking dad and my most-of-the-times-stressed-out-looking mom had their faces lit up with such joy and pride.

Today, Tricia turns 4. Unlike normal 4 year olds, she can't stand or walk on her own. =( For reasons of complications during my sister's pregnancy, Tricia's legs plus her right hand haven't developed normally. It pains for me to see her want to go out a room or play with other kids but couldn't because she can't get up and do those things. Although I can see how smart she is in the way she answers our questions. There are some times when I get home from work and see her in our house, I'd flop down beside her and say "Hi". Tricia would look at me and ask, "Sad na naman Tita?". I'd answer, "Tita's tired eh."   She'd then tilt her head to the side and say, "Lagi na lang tired. Tama na tired" Then she'd reach out to touch my hand, look at me and say, "Tita, tama na sad. Kasi pag sad kayo, sad na ako. Gusto mo laro na lang tayo or nuod na lang tv?"

It amazes me how a 4 year old can somehow understand what a 25 year old is saying and how she can say the simplest things that mean the best for me.

I pray that her therapy will continue to go well so that one day she'll get up on her own and walk/run towards us when she'd feel like giving a hug or towards other kids when she wants to go play.

Happy birthday to our little princess!

To finally end my attempt to recall and write down events that transpired last month, here's the entry for the remaining 2 weeks:

August 16, The One With My Birthday
The day I officially turned 25 -- the Quarter Life of Cathy. Haha! A flow of text/YM/FB messages containing greetings greeted me and I felt loved that people remembered my birthday. I was up til around 2AM trying to reply to each and every message I received until I gave up and went to sleep. My slumber was deep but I was awaken by my mobile phone ringing. Seeing that it was *someone* calling and thinking something's wrong, I answered it. *He* asked if I was already up and I said I just got up. *He* then told me to go out my house since *he* was outside. To my surprise, I sat up straight on the bed with eyes wide open and said, a little too loudly, "WHAT?!". I got out the bed, wore my eyeglasses, took a glimpse of myself in the mirror and headed out the house. I saw *his* car and got in. I was greeted by my favorite chocolate cake, complete with candles and by my favorite smile on *his* face. It was, by far, the sweetest any one has ever done for me. As I've posted on my FB, even in my jammies, my eyeglasses and my unruly hair, I felt like a princess.

August 17, The One Where I Started Working Again And Had Dindin At RSC
My 2 weeks of bumming had ended and I trudged on to face my 1st day at Orange and Bronze. It's a bit weird for me not to be in business casual or to be out the house on a Monday (since I've had Work-From-Home schedule on Mondays). I've met my team and they're a very happy bunch. Of course I'm on silent mode because I'm still confused as to what I'll be doing and what the project is. Hopefully, I can let out my true self (which basically is being a makulit person). In the evening, I went to my old work's office, RSC, to have dinner with Zy and some of the ACC and SO team members. I've missed kidding around with them and talking about anything under the sun. It was ironic that I didn't miss my real team as much as I've missed ACC and SO.

August 18, The One Where We Celebrated My Dad's and My Birthday
Before, we'd have separate celebrations for my and my dad's birthday. But given that we're all trying to watch our weight and the food we eat plus our birthdays are just 1 day apart, we decided to have dinner at our house on this day. My dad wanted a European themed dinner so we had pasta, sausages, pizza and stuffed bread. It was nice to have all of the family, including the bro & sis in laws in the house. We've always celebrated our birthdays in a simple way and what other simple way is there but to be with your family for dinner? =)

August 21, The One Where QVs Went To Tagaytay For Dinner
Non-working holiday! *Someone* and I met up at Makati to watch The Time Traveller's Wife. It was okay. I haven't read the book so I have no comparison as to whether the movie's plot was dead on to the writing. Afterwhich, *someone* and I went to The Fort via The Fort Bus. We saw Angelica Panganiban and Derek Ramsay (HOT!!!) and went around the place until Tinnie picked me up at High Street. The night was spent with the QVs and their boyfriends. We had dinner and drinks in Tagaytay. Again, laughter ensued the whole time we were together. 

August 28, The One Where QVs Celebrated Jom's Birthday Plus His Anniversary With Tinnie
I'm quite proud that Jom and Tinnie has been together for a year now. It's thanks to me and Raffy that they got to meet each other. Yes, I'm saying we played Cupid to the 2 of them. They really are a great couple and I'm overjoyed to see that the both of them happy and in love. Most of the QVs went to Astoria in Ortigas to be with Jom and Tinnie. For some reason, I was really on my game in terms of making hirits...green as they may seem. Haha! Jom's already 24 and I wished him more blessings and fun times with both Tinnie and QVs.

August 29-31, The One With the Long Weekend
I don't want to get into details on the long weekend because I want some stuff kept to myself. But to put it into a series of words: Up (Oh boy, oh boy!), Japanese burger and pasta (not sure what the name of the fastfood place is), Timezone (Thanks Tecway for the awesome pindot-pindot game), sleep day, KFC overload, F1, watching movies on a laptop, YUMMY breakfast.

There. The totality of my favorite month of the year in chunks. Although there are some minor events that happened, such as hanging out in Salcedo park, Glorietta foodcourt and others. August 2009 was a long but enjoyable month for me. I'm hoping the rest of the months would be as enjoyable. =)