Haven't been posting in quite a while, after what seems a barrage of personal "events". hahahaha. Been quite tired lately, and the weather, although i love it to bits, is not in the least helping with the mood and my overall status - which is currently sick.

Much has happened in this month, and the bulk of it occurred almost exactly one after the other. not complaining, but neither am i satisfied.


Missing in Action
I found myself MOA-ing from office work on the earlier part of the month. Partly because I was really tired of the fact that I'll be going through the whole routine of going on the train, walking to the building, going through the day's work, small talk with officemates, go home, sleep. Routine was never big on my list of great habits, and neither was being stuck in a cubicle all day. Well technically there's no cubicle, but who needs cubicles if you're stuck in a room for more than eight hours, and the effect is still the same? As i've said, routine just gets the better of me.

Don't get me wrong, I still love the work i do - what with doing graphics, and laying out worksheets and hosting and the like - but things like this tend to rain down its toll on you, especially when at the end of the day it feels like you haven't accomplished anything new; that you've not created something you wished to create, that the inspiration you so long to acquire, you realize, has suddenly just passed through your fingers and has slipped away unnoticed. I loathe the feeling of not having control over my life; order seems like a nagging commandant, and one yearns for a semblance of the "insanity" or a sense of not necessarily chaos, but more of "non-order". Just to escape from the loop, from the on going cycle of routine.

I may have been present on most days, but my heart seems to be the one missing-in-action.

My boss took me aside to talk to me, and she said that it was unprofessional of me to be MOA. i have no excuses. at least i wanted to say that. i also wanted to say i want to get away, get far, far away. i also wanted to not talk and just go home right then and there. but of course i could not do that. instead i told her i was sick.

it's not a bad job i have, i think the bottomline is i just feel like i'm not growing anymore. oh well. maybe it's just a phase... maybe.

Monster
After that week of MOA, i acquired the pox. what a way to accentuate the leave right? and what an experience it is. I'm going on my third week, and on the great road to recovery. but good grief, i may not regret getting it at this age, but i certainly wouldn't want to wish it for someone else or repeat the whole process. i learned a few things as i battle through the plight of the pox:

- I don't know why chicken pox is referenced to the chicken. i didn't grow feathers or anything like that, nor did i cluck. the welts didn't look like eggs either. so i don't know where the hell they got the term "chicken" pox. i guess when i go to wikipedia or get to ask an expert on these things, that's the first thing i'll be inquiring about.

- Coriander = Kulantro in the vernacular. At first i shuddered at the idea of bathing and washing with coriander, nor did i like the idea of drinking it as "tea", but it seems it's really effective. I don't know what exactly it does - some say it forces the welts to come out, while others say that it dries up the existing ones. Don't really have a clue which one of them's right, or if anyone is for that matter. When i asked my friend what coriander was in tagalog (she doesn't know much filipino, so parang "ikaw pa tinanong ko diba?"), she was like, "Aba malay ko. Ako pa tinanong mo. Basta wag kang gagamit ng mongo seeds at baka bigla kang tubuan ng toge." HAHAHAHAHAHA. that line won fanfare. :P and the visuals, good grief.

- I learned that it's more frustrating to have an itch that you can't scratch versus an itch that you can scratch but won't stop itching. oh good God, as if the itching wasn't bad enough, it had to get painful too. I found out that my face, had it grown more welts, could scare the younger kids and have great respect from older ones.

- I could not stand two weeks of quarantine. I mean i'm not even seriously quarantined, but I could not imagine my existence without having to go out and meet people. I cannot exist as recluse, even if it was forced upon me. I have to get out and breathe fresher air.

- two weeks of boredom will make you yearn for decent conversation.

- when faced with solitude for more than a week, your best friend will probably be any or all of these: a laptop or a personal desktop computer, a handheld gaming gadget (i love my psp and ds to bits!), a notepad and pen, books - lots of them, the telly (cable recommended!), torrents (for your supply of movies and whatnot) and of course your music player or radio. These things, although inanimate, have kept my sanity intact.

- Days move along so slowly, especially if you're bored stiff. gah.

Recovery
been recovering from the dreaded pox since last Monday. Pity though that I couldn't heal faster (I'm no wolverine), but it's all good. mom told me that the pox is God's way of telling me, "Quincy, stay the hell home." I guess my mom knows me more than i give her credit for. hahahaha. Apparently, had i been given a disease that's a little less challenging, i would've scooted out of the house. of course i denied the allegations, but come to think of it, i probably would've run off some place even if I was sick. hahahaha.

The best thing about recovering is the fact that you hardly feel sick anymore. For me at least, the best is not going to work, even if you feel fine. The beauty (and the worse part of it as well) of viral diseases is that they're usually contagious. which i draw an advantage from because i wouldn't want to hamper my officemates with a dose of pox virii. hahahaha.

Back in Civilization
finally back in the working real world. Haven't gone back to work though, not yet at least. I gave this "new look" a test drive last friday when we watched Indiana Jones. It was a decent movie, wouldn't have imagined Harrison Ford to pull off his stunts, but because of ILM and movie-magic in general, it was done beautifully. The effects were, without a doubt, top-notch and adds another feather in Steven Spielberg's cap, but where the effects grew in wow factor, the plot dive-bombed. I didn't really like the story honestly. There are aspects of the story i did like though - like the family angle and the historical background that was introduced. I didn't like the way it was concluded. For me it appeared like an easy escape; the writers probably had no idea how to justify it, so let's bring out the ET card. good grief. oh well, at least it was executed nicely.

On my first trip out alone, I headed for laptop doctor. picked up the stuff from the laptop god and headed to your place. when i got to your place, as usual, i was in for a nice surprise. you cut your hair! and i likes. what a way to kick off my return to civilization! :P And the night turned out to be very enjoyable, save the fact that we were introduced to mr.beef, but everything else turned out great. and shaking the world is such fun! hahahahaha.

Phone
Was talking with Be the other day, and since it was her birthday, i decided to give her a call. Had no idea we would be talking that long! Hahaha! haven't done telebabad in years! Seven hours! amazing! But it was nice having someone to catch-up and converse with. Tomorrow i'll be catching prince caspian. muy excellente!

Life is quite good at the moment. :)