Wednesday, January 12, 2005
highs and lows
high. I discovered the joys of Alaxan FR. Despite the shoulder and arm pains collected from my Sunday badminton shindig, I was able to play again last night (I could hear gasps from the people who know me as the I'd-rather-go-shopping chick). Anyway, I took the drug around 30 minutes before the game. By the time we got to the court, I was as giddy as a hamster on a wheel. It didn't improve my game (larong kalsada parin) but the amazing thing was that I didn't tire at all! The sharp pangs of pain everytime I stretched my arm just seemed to fade away. A disclaimer though, they didn't totally fade away, they were there but they didn't really make their presence so much felt. I was literally on a high.
high. Chips and I will soon celebrate our 4th year anniversary. We'll just be having a good dinner, no exchange of gifts. We've been too stressed lately to go gift-hunting. A good thing, because I always cram. We'll also be going to Corregidor on Saturday. I can't wait. And I also can't believe that we've been together this long! Like, how can he stand me? Hehe. Well, with the risk of sounding mushy... it's the L-word. Now I couldn't imagine my life any way else.
low. I forgot to write down a poem that was brewing in my head. I underestimated my short term memory. I was watching Dateline one night and they were featuring this kid with down syndrome, who had extraordinary talent in writing poetry. As the doctor said, he is a gift to the world, like Mozart. I was stabbed with envy or more so disappointment. I haven't written anything substantial in months. And when I finally got a figment of a verse, I didn't write it down. It's torment I cannot put words to.
low. Two companies had called me in the past weeks, making me offers. I don't know what to do. Is this opportunity knocking? Am I making a pass at divine intervention? I hate dillemas like these. Here, I have this family, a security blanket. There, well, a gray area. Sure, the Clients we have need more brain-picking... but I love the people I work with here (minus the moodswings of our Creatives). I am so confuzzled. And I am so stubborn. The two traits don't really mesh well together.
I'll just wish that I were a cat.
dezphaire strapped in @ 10:17 AM
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