Circular reference

I was, mean, am still thinking things afloat.

Who wouldn’t? There have been a lot to take in lately and I am not sure myself if I’m keeping up step with every teensy detail.

I wasn’t even mindful that May’s about to come to a close already. Good sign? Like time passes me by without me knowing it, means fun, oh, now I’m thinking!   At second thought, probably.

Few surprises down poured on me like nuts. And I was annoyed, big time. I mean, I have never been so much of a surprise person, I’d prefer it to come right into my face. See, my impatience has gone full-blown here.

Okay. (Hands raised here) A part of it, disarmingly cute! Something I don’t and probably won’t mind plunging into. It’s that cute, irresistibly cute. And I cannot put any more emphasis on that! Only that it seems fleeting. Poor me!

I am drawing circles until time eats me up. Hell week’s coming and there’s no stopping it. I have got to be in yellow ranger mode or probably be in Hyuga Hinata stance. Nonetheless, I have got to beat everything up before RLK does. (fingers crossed.)

over coffee v2~ TGIF!

Almost ( I say almost, because it isn’t mine) everybody’s fave day of the week (altogether)—Friday!  Haha!

And since it’s a Friday today, have here my telling tales that I am headed to an awesome weekend.

Dress-down day

Peeps in jeans and tees. Ta-ta to corporate attire, hello graphic shirts and fab flats. College-ish feel, oh I love!

Friday Madness on Magic!

Magic 89.9 take its trip down memory lane as they play the hits from the past and the not-so-distant past, a format like that of the RX Monster’s Riot playing Wednesdays. Sweet nostalgia!

Housewives hovering

My personal favorite boob tube series Desperate Housewives of ABC is being shown over at Studio 23, 9 pm. Now on it’s 6^th season, the happenings over at Wisteria Lane can’t get anymore but interesting. Teri Hatcher, Felicity Huffman, Marcia Cross, Eva Longoria Parker and Dana Delany stud the series. Although Nicolette Sheridan’s character, Edie Britt (my fave) was killed last season, it won’t stop me from having to do major catch-up. I super miss the series’ wit. This calls for a marathon!

Late-night outs



Could be the best after-work reward! I personally had my dose of it the last time I went out with friends at some bar nearby.

Humpty-Jumpy

I cannot help but be jumpy when I happen to realize that it’s a Friday already. I get ecstatic about the weekend. Weekend spells—REST! I could jump out of bed later than usual and enjoy squashing breakfast a little more. The tv marathon and the afternoon siesta, laundry act Saturdays, lunch cooking and ice cream wallowing Sundays— so fits!

But this weekend’s kind of busy for us. Gabriel turns 15 Sunday! That’s making me more jumpy! And it’s Mother’s Day! Double celebration underway!

Parallel lines

If there’s one thing I could never be so tired of bragging about—that would be me bagging best in Math honors in prep school.

Yes, I know, that’s close to ancient, but its memories, always sweet.

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And I had to wonder so bad why I went bananas in Differential Calculus in college. I know that’s a major shift—I mean from 1 + 1 to derivatives of all sort. Kaloka. Cart Wheel na lang kaya. But heavens favored me, I slipped in. Haha! Nevertheless, the mere thought of it never fails to tickle my senses.

Its inevitability could have been the reason why I am where I am now. I mean, it’s basic. Not even close to any theorem in Calculus. And that’s kind of bending towards my way.

My fondness towards it traces a stern groundwork, could have been sterner than that of writing—but their fusion, it could almost always be a good kind of mix.

My Cinderella Story

I am so darn sure that the clock did not tick twelve midnight- because it wasn’t, not even close enough. Huh.

And I had to wonder if my fairy godmother had gone some place else and got her clock all screwed up. She must have had something cooking for me. COOLNESS.

Why did all the magic have to vanish that soon?

And why in all instance do I have to trip down on my shoes as I wished to strut my way down with all composure? I had it a little messed up.

I could be no Cinderella.



Got no evil step mom and annoying stepsisters to deal with. I don’t have to get stuck with all the household chores all my life. I am in no grand ball stuff whatsoever to finally be with the ever-mushy prince charming thing—and in no oh-so-stunning ball gown either! In my windswept fantasies maybe.

I could be no super model.

For all I ever had to do is to pace my way down and get the feel of my somewhat-80’s-inspired outfit. The polka dotted belt wrapped a little low around my disturbingly plumped tummy had its own share of edginess. I felt it twisting, losing its place fleetingly.

Ralph was done with his turn. Then came Jude. And then Faith. And then me. And there went my heart. Three steps ahead of me. I felt me shivering. For a moment I lost track. Step one. Two. Three. And still counting. Ouch! That’s me biting my lower lip again. The gleaming spotlight was massive. I made it. With it came an earth-shaking sigh. Sigh. And another sigh.

There went our second walk. And there went my shoe—off from my right foot. It’s as if I was right smack in the middle of a fairy tale scenario. I felt my tear glands launching an insurgence against me. But there must have been a mammoth barrier closing down my eyes. Thank goodness.

For a moment I wished to vanish. As in Poof! Gone! The pressure felt like a little too much for me—just like having to pose for the longest time in our final walk, I must have been genuinely lucky having been paired with someone who piloted me, keeping me up step to not to trip down again.

Blessed be Saul. Maybe we can check out some coffee crumble ice cream some time, huh?

And there went that night; slowly growing fainted, somewhat coming to an exodus. My anxiety must have had itself lost in the crowd although things really came flashing back to me. I must have tripped off my shoe and didn’t look back but I could check on this every once in a while. Or more often. Either way.

My fairy godmother must have had something cooking for me. Only that she must have had some troubles with her magic wand.

She had her Cinderella on a low-rise jeans! COOLNESS.

Published: Ang Bilog, July 2006, Tomo IV Bilang I