The John Mayer Thing

I can't even begin to tell you how awed I am at John Mayer's writing. So awed in fact, I had to write about it. That's saying a lot since I still haven't written about Inception a full week after watching, even if I was completely blown away. Completely blown away. Yes I am repeating myself, because I was so blown away saying it once doesn't give it justice. But I digress.


Back to the John Mayer thing. This man has an amazing way with words I am left seriously in awe every time I read his stuff. He makes perfect sense out of the most mundane, sometimes stupid stuff. His thoughts flow unbelievably conherently and his timing is just perfect. Even at the risk of pushing the fan girl envelope, I'll say it still - this man is crazy amazing. (Yeah, let us for a while discount the fact that he said bad (sex) things about Jessica Simpson and may have said the N word to a black brother)

You know it really doesn't hurt that he looks like this.

Channeling the Whining

I just had a (breakthrough) thought this morning.


The more I keep whining about my situation, the more irritated I get. I am part of the story and there is no way I can find it in me to you know, rise above.


What if, a pretty big what if, I write about the situation? This thought is brought to you by "Dress Your Family in Corduroy and Denim" by David Sedaris.

The Shit Has (officially) Hit the Fan

Oh. Now there's just crap all over.

The Vanilla Ice Cream Daydream

Exactly a week before today, I went to the doctor to get checked. The past few months have seen me gaining weight and I was scared because whatever I did, I couldn't stop it. I go to the gym pretty regularly and I'd consider what I'd do pretty intense. It's not like I walk in and spend 5 minutes in the treadmill. I think I do pretty considerable exertion which was why the weight gain came as a surprise.

Unguarded Confession

I want a relationship where you're 3 years in and things are just comfortable. The kind where you're in long enough to know each other well,  quirks and all, but short enough that it doesn't feel like forever. The kind where you can hold the other's hands and and not worry if your hands are clammy. The kind where you can stay in on Friday nights to just eat and talk and stay up late cos it's a Friday. The kind where things are easy and steady and fun and just right.

Wine not?

Friday night was Wine Night with Rach and P at Barcino's, Fort. I was just all too happy to see both my girls, given Rach's crazy law school sched and well, Princess' insane attachment to her containers :p


We did Friday night, fish out of water style. We all (or yeah, maybe just me) got excited at the idea of wine night. Rach doesn't drink wine. I don't drink wine. And among the three of us, it was only P that has actually gone out to drink wine and can say she enjoys it. But the idea of drinking wine, with your girlfriends, makes me kilig cos it's sounds so sophisticated. Even if we (I, most especially) don't really know how to pick wine, how to pick what cheese it goes with which wine,  and how to go about "Wine Night" in general. Suffice it to say, this night we get schooled!

Rach and P and Me at Barcino

Friday (non) Holiday

Today is July 2 and it is Pasig Day. Actually, that is none of my business considering I work in Quezon City. But my brain today is acting like a Pasig resident because it is on involuntary holiday. My eyes are droopy, my brain refuses like to think, and today I feel like I have the energy of a cardboard box. Hooray.


I wonder how I will go on the workday today. I was originally looking forward to wine night with Rach and P to help me tide through today. But P is sick, so Sophisticated Friday might not push through tonight. So at 9AM I am aimlessly trudging on towards the end of today. Hmm, I wonder how that'll work out for me.


I feel so heavy and sleepy and I can totally see my bed sheets waving at me, calling me back. I want to live like a 23-year old but my body isn't cooperating. All it wants to do is go home and do a lazy Sunday on a non-holiday Friday.  For shame, 23-year old me, for shame!


Okay, back to (attempting to) work.