Sunday, September 25, 2005

Traveling at the Speed of Light

Book in Hand: Living Out Loud by Anna Quindlen
Song in Mind: Crazy for You as sung by our Tone-Deaf neighbor (hey' i'm just dying here)

Speed Traveling

There is such a thing. It can be accomplished by people who absolutely does not have a life except the one where they are stuck speed-traveling. Case in point, me.

Bicol and back in just 46 hours. I had to dig in my heels to at least see something more than just blurred houses and fuzzy people. Last Thursday, I took the bus to Naga City at 8:30 p.m. and made it there by 5:00 the next morning. Summoning all my superpowers, I tried to be cheery, nice and interested in the work I was supposed to do. After shaking the hands of so many people, talking my butt off about education projects and funding sources, I made it to the very same bus station by 7 p.m. I took a bus going back to Manila and made it by 4:30 in the morning where I pumped whatever source of depleted energey reserves I have to teach two classes, workshops and all up to 4 in the afternoon.

Speed Traveling. The life I live.


The Middle of the Sea

There is one absolutely wonderful thing that has happened to me during the trip. I was able to ride a banca for the first time. We went out to sea because the community I needed to visit was a coastal one. Jeepneys only pass through the area only once a day.

I had the best boat ride of my life. It being my first and all, of course. The sea was a bit placid when we set out for the barangay. But on the way back, the tides rose and the waves rose along with it. Sea water kept splashing up the boat and spraying unto us. The fishermen gave me a water proof blanket to cover myself up with, and I put it on at first, just so they wouldn't think I'm crazy. But at the height of the ride, when we were losing power from the motor and the boat felt like it will tip over starboard (hehe), i relinquished my desire to look "normal" and pulled it off. Hey, I might as well get wet. I'm not about to be a sissy boat-rider-person even if I cannot swim to save my life.

After we were sure we wouldn't be tipping over (and thus I get to see another day), I found thinking that whatever it is that made me deserve the life I have, God, Thank You!

Bus Movies

I have no idea how the bus line got their hands on those movie copies they showed on board, but hey, I'm deep-shoot grateful for it. I was able to watch The Crow: Wicked Prayer on the way to Naga (sucked, fell asleep halfway through) and The Butterfly Effect (now, this one was wicked! Kept me up til late in the night).

Well worth the king's ransom I paid to ride there.


Charlie and the Chocolate Factory

Diane lent me her copy of the aforementioned movie, and I just finished watching it today. Oh dear bugger, it's one heck of a head trip. Johnny Depp can play anything, yes, but man, was that movie weird!

Not that I didn't like it. But those OOmpa-Loompas were so out there. They were scary.


On Flirting

Gads, I don't know why I'm admitting this. I hate to be labeled girly-girly, albeit I am a girl. But I do use the power of flirting once in a while. And I supposed one doesn't have to be pretty or model-thin to get away with it because sometimes-- just sometimes -- it works for me too. I think maybe, you just have to be a woman -- who smiles a lot.

Like getting good seats in a restaurant because you flashed a sweetheart smile at the head waiter. Sales men assisting you when you need to distinguish the difference between a knife and a hacksaw because you used your soft and lilting voice coupled with mentioning the name on their tags ever so often. Or sometimes, you use that got-it-all-together voice which is strong and sure but nice.

But when I'm in front of a lot of people, the flirting stops and it transforms to a genial, girl-next-door type aura. When I'm in front of the class, I use this to help me get my students to listen. But do I do it too much?

Now, I only mention this because I had an encounter of the weird kind yesterday. After class ( a totally "bangag" day due to lack of proper sleep), a male student walked up to me while I was about to leave school and asked me where I live. I told him where and he said that it wasn't far and would I let him bring me home. Now, first of all, I live in North Caloocan. Just a couple of yards away from San Jose Del Monte, Bulacan. FARview side. He is sooo lying when he said it wasn't far. So anyway, I told him that my Dad was going to pick me up and that I was meeting him in the nearby McDonald's. He offered to walk me there. I had to bite my lip to refrain from saying, hey, I learned how to walk when I was two and I can very well manage the fifteen steps to get me there. But since I was walking and he was walking, I let him. He offered to take my overnight bag because he said it looked so heavy. "Well, dearie," I almost said, "I have carried this bag since Thursday, in a sum total of 845 kilometers, and I can manage to carry it the next 20 yards." But since his hands were already on the strap and he was gently tugging already, I let the bag fall and I was only slightly amused when he grunted to lift it. Then as we resumed walking, he started saying stuff about me being "different" from the other teachers, and that he can see I'm still young, and I was ever so funny in class. It was flattering enough to alarm me. Is this nincompoop trying to flirt with me? This isn't good.

I try to be the nice, approachable teacher in class. But I'm not about to be the type who flirts with the students. No matter how cute they actually are. Goodness, this guy right here, was seventeen, young enough to land me in jail. And probably, just thinking about making nice with the teacher so he can get good grades but doing it the totally fucked-up way.

Fortunately, my Dad was already in McDo and I was saved from further conversation with him. I did not regret the distant tone my voice took when I said I will see him in our next class, and in an even stricter voice, reminded him to submit his homework on time.

The guy could just be trying to be nice. But I don't need to know if he's nice. I need to make sure he's competent enough to pass my class. That's what he's supposed to prove to me.

Gads, I need a new and improved teaching style. Something short of becoming Miss Tapia. But how do I manage that? I don't want to spend my life doing calisthenics inside a jail room. Bejeez.

Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Give me Five

What's with this tagging craze? Oh well, what fun they are! I like answering them because that means I have a topic to discuss on this blog. Lazy git that i am. :)


5 years ago:

I was 18 and I felt put-together. I was in love and I was young but I felt wise. (Eeeenggg! How wrong was that?) I was a bit thinner than I am now. I felt pretty, but nobody else seem to think so, and aside from that, everything else was great. Hehe.


5 songs I know all the words to: Oh geez, this will prove what a fruitcase I am: 1) Save the Best for Last Vanessa WIlliams, 2) Ironic by Alanis, 3) When You say Nothing at All by Ronan Keating, 4) A Whole New World from the movie Aladdin, and 5) the ATBP song.

5 Snacks I enjoy: Pringles Original, Twix, Knick Knacks, Hansel Mocha Sandwich and One One rice crackers.

5 Things I'd do w/ $100 million dollars: 1) Buy my parents a farm in Bukidnon, 2) Buy the next door lots and install a swimming pool, tennis court, and a small out house which would serve as my private get away, 3) Buy Ella a Business she can run, 4) Put up a Bookstore Business, 5) travel round the world

5 places I would run away to: 1) Ireland, 2) Italy, 3) London, 4) Paris and 5) Palawan


5 things I would never wear: Fur, sleeveless shirts, bikini swimsuits (bleh!), heart shaped sun glasses and hair bangs

5 favorite tv shows: (In no particular order) CSI Las Vegas, Gilmore Girls, Joan of Arcadia, House, Friends

5 famous people I'd like to meet: Kofi Anan, Prince William, Stephem King, Johnny Depp and Oprah Winfrey

5 favorite movies: TOUGH! LOTR (can I count that as one? it was filmed as one movie anyway), While You Were Sleeping, Amelie, Life as a House, Fiddler on the Roof

5 favorite toys: Wasn't much of a toy person, but these are what i remember:
My Gus (stuffed toy), Rainbow Brite Doll, Play-Doh, colored chalks, and Richie (the really big doll I had)

The Infinite Sadness

Book in Hand: Shampoo Planet
Song in Mind: The Day You Said Goodnight
Words in Mouth: Too much coffee can kill ya


Maybe its the coffee.

Or maybe it's just me.

I'm buzzing inside my head. And I don't feel like writing at all. But it turns out that I have too much extra time and I don't want to stay in the office because I know it will kill me if I do. Out. I just wanted to be out.

Anyway, lately, my stupid mistakes have been catching up on me. The things I did which I now wish I didn't. If I had another chance, I would probably rethink my decisions. But now its too late. And I just have to wish so hard there is forgiveness to be found.

Another thing is that, something's been bugging me lately. I try my hardest to ignore it, because if I do, I can still pretend it's not true. Not true that I feel weird around certain people and that I am so affected by them. Argh. See, my heart is even rebelling as I write about it now.

To you, the reader, I do not make sense right now. But inside my head, I have perfect knowing of what I am talking about. I can't let it happen.

Anyway, crazy as I am right now, I still have the mind to want to write a story. Except that I have no idea what to write about. This is what I hate about the infinite sadness. It just swallows you whole. It doesn't help that I'm typing on a keyboard with all the words on the keys erased. Since I am not trained to write without looking on the board, I'm having a very difficult time right now.

Anyway, my extra challenge work days are coming up. On Thursday up to Saturday, I will not know the words sleep and bed. I have to do this "pasada" in Camarines Sur. Oh help me God. But then, it's okay, if it means I get to go to Cebu next week. Gagawin ko ang lahat!!! :)

Sunday, September 18, 2005

Ze Veirdest Moofie Oi’ve Effer Seine

(or The Weirdest Movie I’ver Ever Seen written as pronounced by a Frangerman Irelinglish)


“That’s not Magic! It’s just shiny!”
- Will Grimm from the Brothers Grimm movie

Beware shiny things… they have the illusion of grandeur in it. What you took for a knight in magnificent chain mail could just be a court jester decked up in aluminum foil. Nevertheless, as much as you can see through the farce, it still remains to be highly amusing.

This is exactly how I felt watching the movie The Brothers Grimm. There were parts that annoyed me to the point of blurting out “Just Kille Me!” But then, there were a few scenes in there which tickled my imagination and I may well believe it’ll serve as fodder for a story that’s been brewing in my head for a couple of years now. At least I got what little value I could eke out of the Php 151 I paid to watch at the Powerplant Mall.

Anyway, the movie is, as Peloy aptly described it, a bastardization of the Grimm fairytales. Yes, Peloy, the Brothers Grimm did NOT live happily ever after. You are quite right about them turning in their graves as we speak, and the time will come they will arise and wreak vengeance from the guilty. But I have to admit, it was one hell of a bastardization. It’s almost original. :D

The one thing I really could not take is their horrible, ‘orrible confused accents. I don’t know if that’s part of the movie, driving home the point that what we’re seeing is a farce. But it gets distracting, that Frangerman Irelinglish accent, until it comes to the point that it’s downright atrocious.

As for the story line, I found it disjointed. They tried to connect together the Grimm stories but no real cohesiveness was achieved. There were even times during the movie I found myself absolutely clueless about what’s going on-screen.

It still is watch-able though. And of course, need I say, Heath Ledger is in it. He acts a bit looney throughout the whole movie, but well, darn it, that’s Heath. So devil may care. Haha!

I had an absolutely great time with the bookworms again. Oh and Peloy, I was stupid enough to give away my copy of the Neverending Story. Ooooh, I’m so angry at myself right now, I feel like throwing away all the stupid books that I did keep. Like : The Camp Sunnyside Friends, Blood of Ten Chiefs, Irish Memories of Gold…. What the Faaaaa!!!!

Why the heck did I keep those and gave away the magical book?!*&^#@!

Ahh… I just wish, I just wish the person who’ reading it right now likes it. Loves it. Adores it. And will never be a dolt as to give it away again.

Dolt. Dolt. Dolt.

Next time, please, may I borrow the Neverending Story, just so I can reread it and re-live those times when I was more innocent and less of a … you got it…

Dolt. Dolt. Dolt.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Wrong Timing

Bakit ba ganyan?

Ang tagal-tagal-tagal kung nagwiwish na makapagbiyahe na ako ulit... tapos sobrang walang opportunity. Tapos ngayon, sunod-sunod naman. Kaya yan, tuloy, hindi ko rin sila mapupuntahan lahat. I have to give up on visiting General Nakar, Quezon.

But still, I will get to visit Camarines Sur next week. Then finally, Cebu and Bohol for the next weekend. Yey!

I have a secret and I hope you won't laugh.... first time ko sumakay ng AIRPLANE ito, pag natuloy! So sana, wag na maudlot. PLease, Lord? :)

Saturday, September 10, 2005

Book Baton

I saw this message being passed around where people describe the books they’ve read. Maybe it’s being done so as to convince people to read more. Or it could have been started by geeks who just wanted to share their bookworm-ish life. Either way, it suits me well. So I decided to answer it and I hope some of my friends will make a list of their own.

Number of Books on the Shelves

Oh boy, a rapid appraisal confirms that we have eight main book shelf areas. A wall-to-floor shelf area in the living room, two inside the spare room downstairs, this main book pit at the computer area, one at Daddy’s study, two more inside my room, and a small one inside Ella’s room.

Because I don’t mind counting books, I went around the house and counted them one by one. As of today, we have 1,216 books on our shelves. And that’s not counting the books we have at the work place, the books we lent out to friends, the books we have borrowed from friends, and the magazines, journals and digests we have lying around. Also, I gave away quite a lot of books since I was younger. Some of it was donated to fund raising activities, some to classroom libraries and book corners, some to friends who just plainly never returned the books and I left it at that. I remember giving away one balik bayan box full of pocketbooks which I thought I was too old or to mature to read anymore. If I only knew how wrong I was. Hay. I wish I could have those books back.


Last Book Purchased

I just bought a couple of books yesterday. One entitled Hard Laughter by Ann Lammot which is about a 23-year-old girl whose father is dying of brain tumor. It sort of deals with how the family handled the situation with heart and humor.

The other book is Chinua Achebe’s Things Fall Apart. I’ve wanted to read this since my college days, but I found the book very expensive. I’m so glad to have found a copy that cost me P 40 only.



Books Reading Right Now

Hard Laughter. So far, it doesn’t suck.


Last 5 Books Read


Okay, I’m not sure about my accuracy, but vaguely, I think these were the last 5 books I read (aside from the one I’m reading right now and my Spanish Language textbooks):

5. Lyonesse by Jack Vance

This is a high-fantasy story, with princes and princesses double-crossing each other, and sorcerer’s hurling dangerous magic at each other. I know Jack Vance is a revered author in the fantasy genre, but to me, his work reads like Melrose Place in a medieval setting. But it wasn’t half as bad, because it did catch my attention enough to get me through the whole thing.

4. Whistle While You Work – by Dr. Shapiro


It had a very promising premise; it says it can help you find out what you want to be now that you’ve grown up. It’s a good read, and the psychology they presented was insightful and sometimes inspiring. But the end of the story is, as always, change and acceptance begins with us. Did it convince me to love my job in PBSP? Yeah, maybe a little. Because I have a feeling I love my work to start with, it’s just the people who makes it look difficult. By people, I mean me. Hehehe.

3. Simple Wicca by Michele Morgan

I have refrained from buying witchcraft-related books, because: 1) I’m scared I’m violating a Catholic Christian dogma, making it an occasion of sin (yes, I can be this petty-minded); and 2) Most of the Wicca books are crap anyway.

But when I opened this book at Book Sale, its simplicity struck me. Finally, here’s a book that can explain some of the things I feel about magic. Here’s a book that captures the way I feel about praying, about rituals that fortifies the soul, and about my connection to the world.

I still am very much a Catholic. But there are things that feels natural to me, that defines my relationship with God, that strengthens me and comforts me, that aren’t always smiled upon by the Church. Sometimes when I browse through other related books, I find myself reading about certain rituals which I didn’t know were rituals but I have been instinctively doing anyway. Like praying for protection of the house, setting up wards against spirits (I sort of had to find my own way to do this because I can get sensitive sometimes), certain movements which calms me and gives me the feeling of warmth and grace. I don’t know. I am sure it’s related to my faith; the Bible inspires me the same way. It’s Catholic prayers I say as I go through my meditations and my movements. The songs I sing are songs I learned from my convent school. It’s a bit confusing, but I believe I may have a bit of time just yet on this world and I vow to figure it out in the end.


2.) A Dog’s Life by Peter Mayle

Peloy lent me this book and it’s amazing how entertaining it was. I mean, the bottom line is, it’s about a dog. I never imagined I’d be so engrossed about the life of a mongrel. But the dog, called Boy, had some very funny stories to tell. He is narrating the things he sees (aided with a very satiric sense of logic), and he mostly sees humans of course. It’s seeing our species through new and very canine pair of eyes. Funny, and even insightful, at some point. Read it, if you find a copy.

1.) The Shape changer’s Wife by Sharon Shinn

I read through this book in one sitting mainly because it’s a very short book, and because it was a good read as well. What if we can change inanimate objects and make them human? That’s basically the premise of the book. A bit of battle against good and evil. And of course, it has a grand old ending that is out of the ordinary. It wasn’t exemplary work, but it was good enough to entertain me one rainy Sunday, a couple of weeks ago.

Meaningful Books

I am not sure what “meaningful” means. Does it mean a book that has “changed my life?” If that’s the case, there’ll be too many to mention here. A lot of books change us, sometimes in minutiae and sometimes in a grand, passionate way. But definitely, all the books we read change us inside. So my list here includes just those that stuck with me throughout my life, and sometimes, guide my thoughts and decisions. I won’t be including the Holy Bible anymore, because It constitutes my basic moral make-up and given. So aside from the Bible, here are the other books that have inspired me and made me whole: (Funny, they aren’t by any chance religious at all)

The Giver by Lois Lowry

I read this when I was about eleven or twelve. It taught me most of what I believe in when it comes to seeing the real world. It told me there was no perfect one. I made a book critique of this and it can be found in my link: Geek’s Guide to Books. Basta, this book grabbed me and turned my head around completely. You’d be hard-pressed to find a fiber inside me that isn’t in some way touched by this book. The Giver was a landmark inside the realm of my childhood. All directions sprout from there.


Night by Elie Wiesel & All Quiet on the Western Front by Erich Maria Remarque

The first story is an account of the life (a memoir) of a Jewish boy caught in the horrors of a Nazi camp. The other is the story of a German boy enlisted in the army for WWI. It’s two takes on one tragic period in history and together they taught me about peace by telling me about war.

The horror can never be allowed to happen again.


Warrior of the Light by Paulo Coelho

Coelho is more famous for his work The Alchemist. The latter was a very good book, and it endeared him to me. But his work that touched me the most this book, Warrior of the Light, which he packaged as a manual on how to accept failure, embrace life and rise to your destiny. This book isn’t a narrative story; they are more of short paragraphs of wisdom. But when you put them together, you get to see the vague outline of the story of a Warrior who lived his way according to the precepts of the Light. I believe there are people who are Warriors of the Heavens, put to earth to mend a wrong and to give light. Sometimes, I pray to God I am one of them – that He’s got a divine purpose for me to fulfill. We all have purposes, of course, as engineered by the Creator. But I find myself wishing He has something very special for me. Reading this book gave me a bit of heart to proceed when those days come. Through the hardships and the stormy seas, I can just imagine myself as a warrior of light who fights against the darkening night.

Romancing the Ordinary by Sarah Ban Breathnach

Aahhh, this book altered my life. I mean really. It helped me see the magic in the ordinary, to get in touch with that whimsical side that keeps my heart young and my perspective fresh. It showed me that I don’t have to have a license to be child-like, to see differently, and to accept change more nobly. It’s not exactly a self-help book. It’s more like a series of affirmations of what you already know. It doesn’t claim that it will change your life, but it does, because it changes your heart. Breathnach doesn’t claim to know all, but that we know all, and the challenge is to find our own authenticity and live it passionately. Passion is seeing color in the drab and drudgery. And color isn’t just pigmentation. It’s a way of seeing things beyond their size and shape.

Well, there it goes then. I hope some of you will also take the challenge, grab the book baton and run with it.

Have fun!

Friday, September 09, 2005

7:00 sa Rainbow Computer sa Pusod ng Philcoa

Book in Hand: Complete Idiot's Guide on How To Learn Spanish On Your Own
Song in Mind: Balik freshness, balik bounce, bounce! (if you know that song then you have been brainwashed just like me.... Aaaargh! stop it already!!!!)


FRIDAY!!!! MAH DAY!!!!

Okay, I don't mean to be so jologs, but I'm in Philcoa, so close to my Alma Mater and I can't help but reminisce about my college days --- back when anything goes. I really, absolutely thought I was so cowboy back then. Kasi nga Com Dev ang course ko, alternative learners kami, lakwatsa kami ng lakwatsa as a requirement in class. I'm kind of thankful for that training because now at least, kahit san mo ko itapon, I'll find a way to survive. But if I only knew how sosi I was back then, and what horrors I am yet to face in the communities I will be working with... I wouldn't have been so smug in my knowing I was "different".

I just came from a monitoring visit in Catmon, Malabon. In short, from the steaming mass of humanity subsisting in a place more suitable as a compost pit. We're trying to build a school building there, sponsored by a local telephone company. It's a heroic effort for the donor, because this place really needs all the help it can get. Ang daming problema with the construction. I was standing there this afternoon and I found myself thinking: What the fuck am I doing here? I am not interested in cement and blocks. I have no idea what the engineers are babbling about, all these problems they are presenting about soft soil and need for stronger tie-beams and reinforcement bars. I only have one interest in the project and that is to provide the kids with much needed classrooms. I didn't know it was such a messy business. I'll be soooo happy when this project is over. And I hope I don't get school building projects for a while.

On a happier note: I finally finished the Artificial Reef project proposal for a local chemical manufacturing company. (Ironic noh?) I went through so many refining fires for that proposal. I just console myself with the thought that when that project gets approved by the company's Pacific office in Singapore, pang-international na ang beauty ng project proposals ko. Pag hindi approved, well, at least now I know more about Artificial Reefs and Coastal Resource Management than I would ever care to know. :) Hehe.
Win-win situation, from my point of view.

Alright. My sis just texted me that she's on a jeepney going to Philcoa already. Sabay na kami uuwi. Kain muna kaya kami sa Jollibee?

Saya talaga ng Fridays. :) Sana kayo rin masaya.

Thursday, September 08, 2005

“There is a stage with people we love when we are no longer separate from them, but so close in sympathy that we live through them as directly as through ourselves… We push back our hair because theirs is in their eyes.”

- Nan Fairbrother

Our lives are beset with such strong passions. Some of them are strange, all of them are real. I’ve only been around for the last twenty three years, which is short if we speak in god-sense, but I could people an earth with the number of individuals I’ve loved and cared about. Well, I think. :)

I grew up being open about feelings, although there was that emphasis on cheerfulness as a virtue. There are times when I am forced to hide my anger, angst, or pain in a cloud of merry smiles and rainbows, but I never learned to hide sadness. If the core of me is black, my face shows it. In much the same way, the whole of my being just positively beams when I love. Not just when I’m in love, mind you. I speak of love as a human function, an expression of extreme fondness and concern.

Today, after an intense week at the work place, I found myself having the time to remember my friends. And the quote above intensified the feeling of nostalgia --- having felt so connected to a person that you blink when he blinks. Amazing stuff, love.

Anyway, it’s raining outside. No, wait, it’s pouring, technically, and my mood lifts. I’m one of those opposite-people who loves the rain. It reminds me of when I was still in grade school and I would pray for rain so I won’t have to go to school. I know, I know… if it rains hard some poor farmer in Bulacan will lose his crop. But I was a kid, and those were the days before I learned to disregard what I felt in exchange for the comfort of others. I find myself almost wishing I could go back to being an innocent. Anyway, after wishing so hard for a storm--- and wonder of wonders, it does rain (!) ---- that is JOY. That to me defines what we’re supposed to live everyday for. That swift torrent of bliss that sweeps your breath away from your lungs, and catches your voice in your throat.

But today, just hearing the rain outside, I feel the faint echoes of those passionate bliss. And maybe, older as I am, that’s how it must be. At least for now.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

100th

Book in Hand: Whistle While You Work
Song in Mind: Wake Me Up When September Ends by Green Day
Word in Mouth: MMpphh!

My Blogger Dashboard just told me this was my 100th entry… not bad, eh? It means I’ve been blabbing a LOT. J Anyway, Congratulations to me! I never really thought I’d stick it out with this “blogging thing” because I used to be a very avid fan of journal writing the old way. Nowadays, I still am, I have a journal. But that’s mostly for secret-secret stuff that not even I have the guts to blog about. Everyday musings might as well be recorded here. Keeps the mind occupied.

It’s so much like puttering. Have any of you ever realized the sacredness of just puttering around? In the mornings when I get to work, I love puttering about my desk. Arranging the stones in a new arrangement, wiping away dust, rearranging papers I plan to take care of for the day. It’s like warming up the car engine before a long haul. Puttering also works at home. Whenever I feel out of balance, I just start cleaning things and almost always, the bad clouds clear too. People know me, and I’m not OC at all. I have no thing for obsessing about cleanliness. I go for comfort more. But one would have to admit that the most comfortable place usually is a clean place.

I can just be the laziest person in the world in a very good disguise. But puttering works for me. I just have to remember not to be so engrossed that I forget to stop and do real work. Like now. SO here I go now.

Duty calls.

Thursday, September 01, 2005

Book in Hand: Dog's Life
Song in Mind: "I Want to Know What Love Is" by Tina Arena
Word in Mouth: Deadline!!!!

While the boss is away… Olivia gets a bit of time to calm her frazzled nerves. Work isn’t so bad, y’know, if I can just manage to have a bit of space for my own strategizing. And a bit less projects to handle would also help.

Anyway, I am completely soaked in anything “Coastal” nowadays. I am studying everything that I could so that I can capably submit a coastal resource management proposal to Dow Chem next week. And a bit of inspiration on the side doesn’t hurt.

Also, I am a little bit sad because as we speak the International Book Fair is being held at the World Trade Center and I have nil a cent to spare. Damn.