Rewards and Punishments

Today was a busy day.

It's seldom that I get to use my holidays for myself.  Usually it's either I fall into a stupor and waste it sleeping, or I work.  Thankfully, today wasn't one of those days.

I did go to the office, though, but for practice.  One of the drawbacks of being a newbie in a company is that you get "persuaded" into joining the Christmas party presentations.  Somehow, it's become tradition that the new recruits are showcased in their full awkwardness to the whole company, as entertainment for the party.

I don't mind, though.  I'm sure I can bitch my way out of participating, but that would take a lot of energy and negativity, and I don't want that.  Besides, it's healthy getting to know some of the officemates in a different setting.  Not to mention the benefits of the physical activity not usually afforded at work.

That was why for 3 hours, we were sweating it out, trying to learn dance step after dance step of the designated songs.  We liked it so much, we booked our choreographer for more sessions tomorrow evening after work.

We started practice late though.  Even though the call time was slated at 9.30 am, it wasn't until past 1.30 that we were able to start, thanks to some officemates who didn't come until after lunch.  Filipino time can be such joy sometimes.

And because the practice started and ended late, I too, ended up late coming to my volleyball game.  It has been a month since I last played, and, as if the game from last Saturday wasn't enough, I went ahead and played with my other group.  Talk about masochism.  Still, five sets in 1.5 hours, four of them consecutively, isn't so bad.  And what do you know, today's physical exertion actually helped remove the aches caused by last Saturday's game!

I needed all those moving and sweating.  I've been inactive for far too long.  And as reward for today's activities, I went ahead and had my first taste of KFC's double down.

Wait, did I say reward?  With all those cholesterol and fat, and not to mention the rice I partnered it with, maybe the more apt description would be Punishment.  haha!

Something Wicked

I got a message from an old friend the other day asking if I want to watch Deathly Hallows.


I mean, come on, would anyone in their right mind refuse an invite to a special screening of Harry Potter, and for free?!

And VIP tickets to boot!


With such perks, no amount of rush hour traffic from Makati to Megamall will be able to stop me from the two things I like:  movies and free stuff.  The day's schedule did pose a bit of a problem though, with meeting after meeting peppered with rushed reports here and there.


Thankfully, I made it to the venue just a few minutes late.  It was good that I had the foresight to instruct my movie bud to get there early and to arrange for the ticket exchange.


I'm not gonna make a review, because I know I'm not capable of any at the moment.  Maybe after my nth screening, I would be.

Something New

I got sick the whole of last week.  I'm still a bit sick even now.


I get monumentally ugly when I get sick, and it wrecks havoc on my self-esteem.


So when I got a bit better, I opted to have a haircut, and let all that negativity flow away from me like the mass of hair shorn from my head.


I had it cut really short this time.


I love it.

Frigid B*tch

Dear, why do you torment me so?  


It's been weeks since we first saw each other, but still, you wont put out for me.  


I tried everything in my power to please you.  


I've exhausted all I know; I used all the skill I have with my fingers.  


I've caressed you every which way, but you're still not warming up to me.


Still, you wouldn't give me what I want.


Still you wouldn't give me what I need.

Still, you wouldn't balance for me.


I'm getting tired of seeing values under Discrepancy.

Mondays

I have long decided not to get affected by it, but it seems I really can't let it go.  So now, I'll say it outright:  I actually hate Mondays.

It didn't feel this way initially, I seem to vaguely remember a distant time when I looked forward to Mondays, but I can't seem to remember a concrete day of when that was.  Thinking as far back as y school days, I know I disliked Mondays as well.  I mean, who wouldn't when Mondays meant returning to school?  Still I know there was a time when I did like Mondays.

But rather than waste my energies thinking about phantom memories of cherished Mondays, why don't I just waste more energy enumerating why I hate this day?  Because surely, I think I can so many bad things about this day, more than any other.

Monday means work.  Lots of work.  The return to the office not only promises a new deluge of tasks -- it delivers.  No wonder more people suffer heart attacks on a Monday compared to other days of the week, just the thought of all that work waiting there to drown you and suffocate you is enough to stop your heart from beating.

Monday ruins schedules.  No matter how you set your schedule for the week, expect it to all come flying out the window come Monday.  I had a game plan set from last week; a set goal to finish.  I was aiming for the stars (well, not really) then Monday rears its head and greets me with other things to do, more concerns that would need your attention.  More stressors to disrupt your calm and turn it into calamity.

And don't expect for Monday's effects to be localized on Monday.  Its effects will surely cling on to Tuesday, and if you get lucky, can run all the way till Friday.  No matter how hard you prevent it, when Monday decides to screw you over, it will and it can.  Late last week, I was talking with a colleague and she kept on saying that Tuesday is the sibling of Monday.  I couldn't fathom what it was she meant until this afternoon, when during a staff meeting, it was decided that we needed to work on a Tuesday, which has been declared a holiday.  Then it dawned on me.  Tuesday is Monday's sibling because Monday's woes are Tuesday's concerns.

I can go on and on citing example after example of Monday and its abuses.  I can fill page after page of woes and disappointments to allay my case.  I was prepared to do so, but then you called me from out of the blue, and suddenly I don't hate Mondays at all...

Only Words

I resent what you said and it's eating me up.  I do get playful at times and I admit I sometimes go overboard, but I don't relate everything to sex and hooking up.  I thought you knew me better than that.


I love words; they are my weapons and my allies.  And using them through double entendre and innuendos is just me playing.  I could use the banter every now and then, you know?


As such, these words are hollow; it's up to the recipient to put weight in it.  I know you're intelligent enough not to fall for these traps, but can't you at least amuse me and run circles along the edges? I don't expect anyone, most of all you, of having wild sexual romps whenever there is a party, and my questions are not accusatory.  You don't have to be defensive every time we play this game.