Some Random Things (Just so I can update this blog)

Lorie sent me a message a couple of days ago. Apparently, she read my gripe-filled post and liked it. Here’s how our text convo went.

Lorie: Hey, I read your rantfest and I liked it. Really. But I won’t bean you on the head with a baseball bat. I’ll just dunk your head in coffee. Or liquid prozac.
Me: (exclaiming aloud *How else can you exclaim?*) You liked it?! (in text) you really liked it? Are you serious? Or are you just doing a reverse psych on me?
Lorie: Sincere ako ya (I’m sincere). You’re funny when you’re miserable.
Me: Yeah. More coherent, too. Hey, can I call you?
Lorie: Karon lang when I get home (Call me later when I’m home). I’m still in school. I was hoping you’d call.
Me: OK. Just miss call me when you get home.

This was during the afternoon. She pseudo-called me at around 6pm. I call it pseudo-call because you let the other party’s phone ring but hang up before she answers, so it’s not really a call. (On second thought, you could just be a loser stalking your crush. But moving on…) Besides, “miss call” is so incorrect. Anyway, I only got to call her later in the evening, and only after getting another pseudo-call from her. So we talked for almost two hours. We would have talked longer if it weren’t for her 9am class the next day. And my mother would kill me once she sees my bill. The Inquistion would go like this:

Nanay : Why did you call Lorie? What was so important that you have to call her three times in succession?
Me: We were just catching up. I just needed someone to talk to.
Nanay: But why didn’t you just call us?

As if! Like they would understand. Like they would even listen to me. Anyway, at this point, I would shrug my shoulders and hopefully Nanay would drop it. Maybe I should just tell them I was doing that (exceeding my line’s credit limit by calling and sending messages to everyone except my parents) so that they won’t renew my line and switch me to prepaid instead. After all, I would reason, we already have three lines in the house. They could call me anytime they want. But of course they wouldn’t do that to their beloved elder daughter.

Then again, with the impending financial crisis, who knows? Three org mates of mine, who shall remain nameless, pooled their baon for the day and shared two plates of bibingka (yes, they sell bibingka, even palitaw, kwek-kwek and puto bumbong in the caf) costing a grand total of P70. One of them said, “Ang hirap na talaga ng Pilipinas. Atenista na tayo n’yan ha?” Imagine how the families in the lower classes are living now. And I’m not trying to be an elitist or conio here.

But, I digress. Back to Lorie. I was really surprised that she liked my gripe-filled post. I thought that she wouldn’t read further upon seeing the disclaimer. Actually, that disclaimer was really intended for her, because I know how she would sometimes hate hearing me rant and gripe.

Anyway, it seems that only Lorie and Andrea are actually reading this blog regualrly. Or at least brave (or bored. Is this the case, Andie?) enough to comment. Nobody reads my posts. Nobody wuvs me. *sob!* Or maybe the stuff I write is too boring. Oh well. As the 3D text in my screensaver says, life sucks.

In other news, I bought Stephen King’s Carrie the other day. I haven’t read it yet though, because I lent it to Angela. Also, Arlene lent me her Anne Rice’s Vampire Chronicles (Volume 1) and I wanted to finish it first. If I like both authors, I probably would start collecting their books.

Actually, a few years ago (man, saying that makes me feel so old), I wanted to start a Sidney Sheldon collection. I wanted to collect the earlier editions but they’re difficult to find. What the NBS have in stock are the new editions which have pictures of women in various costumes and poses. Looks sexist for me. Then I realized that Sheldon’s books have the same structure and twist so I gave it up. Besides, I already read them all so why bother? (Michael Gialogo lost my copy of “If Tomorrow Comes.” If you see him, please tell him to buy me another copy. I really love that book. And if he feigns innocence, tell him that I believe in karma and hope he turns into a bookmark in his next life.)

Here are the new things I learned for the past two weeks:
1. in BPI, gold cardholders do not have to maintain a minimum balance,
2. Lenin applied and deepened Marx’s theories of socialism,
3. wma files are smaller than mp3 files, but mp3s have better quality than wma, and
4. Cindy Kurleto looks absolutely divine as my desktop’s wallpaper.

How random. Anyway, I’d like to end this post with a quote which really inspired me. I only hope that I came across this sooner so that I could have written it in my profile for my college yearbook.

"Faith is not knowledge of what the mystery of the universe is, but the conviction that there is a mystery, and it is greater than us." – Rabbi David Wolpe, Making Loss Matter