Yearly Archives: 2003

my saturday night was terribly exciting. i spent almost 9 hours on my ass working for a client’s website, and i’m only halfway done. yay. pfft. sometimes i wonder if i should question my (sporadic) work ethic, and accuse myself of not working smarter. citibank whore during the weekday, weekends doing freelance design. what i’d give to have my own hours! i like working, but i need to sleep through the mornings dammit! i like being busy.. but i also like not doing jack. i am paul, but sometimes i am lovine.

it’s funny looking at my reflection in the elevator going up to work, all donned up in slacks and leather shoes. it’s a turnaround from my long haired beatnik bum existence a few weeks ago. although i miss my shirt jeans and asics, for some reason i kinda enjoy being dressed up. i think its cos i haven’t dressed up in so long. almost everyone in loyola went around in flip flops. i foresee that i’ll be so sick of the getup in a couple of months, but hey, i guess i’ll just take things as they come.

i’m getting a clearer gist of work, and a lot of things are starting to make sense. jimbo is on leave for two weeks, so we’ve been bugging roy with a shitload of phonecalls just to verify that what i’m doing is right. roy was saying something before he left, something like “the bank won’t crumble into pieces because of your mistakes.” he has a point, although i don’t really want to find out for myself.

i’ve been meeting and hanging out with different people the past few weeks, and its lovely. things are just steady as they are. although i wish i could get more sleep. i like napping. i miss napping. zzzz..

happy birthday, mother dearest! we had dinner last friday at makati- the traffic was horrendous, it was raining, and there was no parking. on top of that, i had panic attacks finding my way through the urban jungle to joy’s house, who was my pseudo-date for the dinner. you won’t believe me when i say its exaggerated, the mere logistics of finding her house. i swear to god its in the middle of timbuktu. that aside, and half a liter of gin pom later, everything was all good. later on that night i went to dangwa and bought a shitload of flowers for my mom. i’d take pictures of them but its too hot outside in the living room.

last night hung out with the old comrades. plans of an out of town this weekend are in the works. we can’t believe its been 8 years since COCC-COLT training days. and now we whore ourselves to MNCs and banks.. ugh.

i have this chronic cough that won’t go away, and its annoying the hell out of me. i haven’t been to a doctor in the longest time, and i think its about time i visit one. too bad my doctor doesn’t have a nice ass like my dentists’. how i wish i had a toothache instead. you can never win them all, i guess.

work has been swell. roy has been taking me around and explaining everything in detail. he leaves on friday, and after that, its all me. i’m just scared of majorly screwing something over, which isn’t impossible to happen. and that would suck cos it wouldn’t just inconvenience me, but would screw a shitload of people over, inside and outside the company. mistakes done a few months ago creep back here and there to haunt the project. well, i’m keeping my eyes open and i hope i’m not one of those mistakes!

met up with ateneo law friends for dinner. it was a good laugh about how women are just.. trouble, in short.

there are days when i just don’t want to see or think about anybody. sometimes i just want to leave. bahh.

pictures from enzo’s birthday are up. the second day at citibank wasn’t too bad, except that i was so tired at lunch time cos i didnt’ get sleep the night before. roy showed me around the different departments, and hopefully i get to figure out the people i’ll need to work with. its all really overwhelming, i feel like being tossed into an ocean and just scrambling to find any flotation devices i get my hands on. its like when i took up accounting and i didnt know what the hell was going on, and had to work my way up from scratch. its good for me, but all of this makes me really nervous.

today was my first day at citibank. lots of stuff going on, i’ll need a crash course on the systems that they use and SOPs to wet my feet. good thing the guy i’m replacing is roy, my good friend, and he’s showing me the ropes. i think hes stressing out cos he has to figure out how to help me make sense of everything in a span of a week. well, i guess we’re both fucked over. yayy! i’ll discuss more later, who would want to get bored with details of work? eww.

it was enzos birthday earlier today, and we watched BC at tapika. that’s him singing with the band. hahahaha! well i have work tomorrow morning. cheers. here’s a great shot for tonight: click me.

halloween pictures are up! click me.

an old high school friend passed by tonight to borrow some money. apparently, the guy has been shouldering all his tuition expenses since last year. both of his parents have been in and out of the hospital. aside from shouldering his tuition, he needs to pay for hospitalization and medication of both parents, and on top of that he has to deal with the emotional turmoil of the instability of their health hovering above his conscience. this guy has one of the happiest dispositions i’ve seen, and he’s handling everything in stride. he’s finding ways to earn his way through med school, and with the big heart that he has, will surely overcome the obstacles that he finds in front of him.

this makes me count my blessings, and reminds me of the uncertainties of life. love the one you’re with, boys and girls. :)

happy halloween! me and barbie had the same costume, because we both rock! :)

i feel like a loser. i expect more from myself, but i always end up somewhat stalling, hesitating, and just losing momentum. 7 months of bumming! i’d be glad if i were doing something rad, like travelling and what not. but i dunno. grass is always greener i guess.

anyway. i wokeup at 4am, and couldn’t go back to sleep. personal issues. 3 hours of sleep, and i have another interview in a couple of hours. i’m off to get breakfast for a change, in my frikkin cute yellow necktie. haha!

i watched la communidad last night (spanish filmfest), and the ticket lady asked me how old i was. “i’m 14” i said, with a smirk of sarcasm. you know what, its alright that i get carded in the states, because in fairness i do look young compared to everyone else. but here in manila? come on man, give me a break. all for a spanish b-movie too. hooray.

i got drunk on gin pomelo afterwards, because there were a lot of hot girls around makati. i’m kinda annoyed that i’m single. not that i’d want any random relationship to just plop down on my lap, but its just annoying sometimes.

just got back from tali beach last night with the boys. for the short amount of time that we were out of the city, i sure did eat a lot. boy, for someone very small, i have to admit that i even surprise myself with how much i can devour. my eating habits are so sporadic!

it was nice to get out of the city and wade in the warm pacific ocean. its nice to be with my old friends and piss everyone off by having annoying side comments to everything they say. its nice to just eat like there’s no tomorrow and fall asleep into a pig.. its nice to just have fun, without having the need to be intoxicated. and…. its nice not to have any work! shit, i’m a mega-bum extraordinaire. i think fungus will soon start to sprout from the crevices of my vegetating brain.