Month: May 2005

Goodbye Dian. Hello Moonwalk.

Its been two days since I left Dian. Right now I am in Parañaque, trying to get accustomed to the slow paced lifestyle, the silent moments and the hours of solitude. Well every once in a while there would be the constant blasting lift-offs of commercial jet planes that annoys me but in just a few hours I got used to it.

Anyway. The place is relaxing and peaceful, no more noisy neighbhors, no more noisy traffic…but the boredom will kill me, worse, the fare from here to work will finish me off completely. Imagine, I spend at least P84 bucks a day just for transportation, thats four friggin rides back and forth. Hell! Good thing I secured a place to stay in Makati. It’s money out of my pockets though. Arghh.

Overall, this place in Parañaque is a good rest house. The peacefulness of the place reminds me of my apartment with Simon in Anibong. It’ll be a nice place to keep me sane.

Work has never been better, most of our team has just finished our PMP. Yipee! This means a raise. Well not a big one though but a just enough for my daily expenses. At last my request for a leave was approved but for only 3 days. Our team will be going to Puerto Galera for being the number one team in April. Good Job. Wtf.

As for now. I’m still trying to live.

Two more days till the worst day of the year

{ Currently listening to: } Jet planes lifting off

{ Currently watching: } jet planes lifting off

{ I Feel: } relaxed

 

Written by domz at 09:21 PM.

 

Whew, going online is pretty hard to do these days. Just early last week, our phones were disconnected in preparation for our transfer to Parañaque. So no dial tone..no internet for me at home. Argh. I’m gonna miss the stupid ironic and mixed up life in Dian. The nasty and noisy neighbors, the stupid night club just across the street, my walks to the store just to buy a lousy cigarette, the ugly disastrously dressed up japayukis lining up along the street for an audition steadily gaining a crowd and traffic. Damn. Moving sucks. It changes my routine.

Macky, my friend from work agreed to find and share a room-for-board with me anywhere in Makati. We found a quaint little place near Makati Ave, nearby bars and a few blocks from Rockwell. A bit steep for my budget, but at least it could be a nice place to crash in during tiring weekdays. A place to live near work will keep me sane, but if I have to go to Parañaque everyday, I’d rather kill myself.

I dunno. Everything seems fast nowadays. Money seems to go out faster than time. But everytime I try to think about going back to Tacloban in June, it seems that time slows down on me… extending my eagerness to go home, playing tricks on my mind…giving me a headache.

Right now I’m in an internet cafe and its 3:30pm…I haven’t slept yet.

Now I know why I’m having a headache.

{ Currently listening to: } my farting
{ I Feel: } uncomfortable

 

Written by domz at 03:35 PM.

At long last I will be able to get enough sleep. I was too busy working day and night and getting only 3-4 hours of sleep everyday. Simon came over from Tacloban so that we could work on Brainstorm‘s event legworks. Going around the metropolis to meet up with prospective clients at daytime was tiring, the long commutes and walks stressed us out to the max, late in the afternoon I take a short rest then proceed with my regular 8-hour nightshift job, after that I go home and wake up Simon so we could continue our work. A cycle of stressful sleeplessness…continously pressuring myself to work.

In between our long stressful errands, we managed to power up by taking a breather in Starbucks with a tall and cold mocha frappucino…what happened to our usual caffe latte? Obviously the hot summer sun dehydrated us to thirst and smacked our heads with heat and beaded us with sweat on our backs. So we needed something else to cool ourselves.

Then just yesterday, Simon took off for Cebu. I felt relieved that most of my work was done, but saddened because I’ll miss the company of my closest buddy from back home. We used to share an apartment and live like kings in our own way, helping out each other, watching tv, cleaning up the pad, cooking and eating on our small dinner table. His constant knocking on my bedroom door in the middle of the night just to wake me up to have coffee with him. It was also excitingly trivial, for he likes to leave our little so-called “home” in a mess and I had to clean up after him. It was fun and was a sweet taste of our own independence, until I had to leave Tacloban for a change in career.
How time flies. And back to my normal boring daily routine. But its okay, a few more weeks then I’ll be going home for the Pintados festival for a week.

How I can’t wait.

{ I Feel: } sleepy

Written by domz at 07:23 AM.