Checklist for 2010:

1) Close ____________________ before 2009 ends. – done, on schedule.
2) Close ____________ AND ______________ AND forget, before 2009 ends. – done, about two days delayed but relatively still on schedule. Well…the last part is arguable.
3) _________________________________. – done, two weeks delayed.
4) _________________________________. – done just today. Hopefully no longer recurring. Hahahaha. That makes it 19 days.
5) _________________________________. – Wednesday, or Friday, or the weekend. But it WILL happen. I swear.

Anyway. I didn’t like the idea that the aftercare didn’t hurt so much, but, well. I didn’t want the bacteria around anyhow, so I went to Market Market and bought meself a tube of Terramycin anyway, just to be on the safe side. I used to think that Terramycin’s for the pain, turned out it’s just for the disinfecting–for less bruises effect. If you have absolutely no idea what I’m talking about, don’t worry about it. I’m not gonna tell you anyway.

It’s incredible how people would go for something painful and be rather proud (if not foolishly mocking) that they have undergone such procedures. Like, let’s say, having bullet wounds as trophies. I don’t believe with how they go with “what doesn’t hurt won’t kill you,” but maybe it’s because somehow, it’s a gauge of something we can control. You can control that pain, ergo, you’re stronger than what you perceived yourself to be. Specially if you’re kinda a total wuss like me.

Don’t worry. No bullets in my body just yet.

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I was downstairs to get some fairly strong coffee which I can only obtain from Starbucks. No other brew does it better, I tell you. Don’t go for Cafe Americano–wait for the brewed even if they tell you with pain in their eyes that ma’am, it’s going to take 5 minutes, would you rather go for something else? But something else isn’t as caffeinated, as strong, and maybe even as bitter as Starbs brewed. And these are the only times I let the consumerist bourgeoise in me take over.

I go over to 711 afterwards, and the crew sometimes has a knack of remembering what you always order, and I think they were rather disappointed that I didn’t get the Vanilla Cupcake today, but did get two of those menthol pads or whatever you call them. They’re the other version of salonpas? Something like that. And then guess what I see at the counter?

Chocolates. They’re called Moments.

Don’t you just love the ingenuity? You can just name a dozen weird scripts, like:

“I just swallowed a Moment.”
“I took in our Moment.”
“We shared a Moment.”
“I threw the Moment into the gutter, had the car run over it, and licked by the cat.”
“He gave me Moments.”
“Moments are all I have (I don’t have Oreos).”

Asteeeeg. Galing talaga ng #$%&# advertising. Bilihin ko kaya silang lahat at mamigay ako ng Moments, no? (enter Bloc Party’s Waiting for the 7.18 song, skip to the part that the singer croons, “just give me moments, not hours or days.”)

( I was able to talk to someone about you. She told me exactly what you told me, except she said something that maybe when I heard it at that time, the intensity of the sentence was imagined rather than factual. Or maybe it’s just me.

I didn’t know what to make of it, so I don’t do anything. We talked for 15 minutes. You were never brought up again.

I did admit something to her, though. Something which would invalidate one of the resolutions on my checklist. I think, I don’t mind. It’s always a facade, but the longing doesn’t go. Secretly.)

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Someone accused me of being indifferent last night. Tangina, parang lagi na lang akong naaaccuse of something lately. Binara ko nga siya: bakit, gaano mo ba balak patagalin yung sakit mo? Kasi dahil buwan na nakalipas nung nakilala mo ako, malamang hindi mo na inabutan yung gusto mong makita sa akin na pinagdadanasan mo ngayon, di ba?

Pauso. Labo.

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Buti na lang I have a strict no-coworker dating policy. So…let’s go outside the building and be strangers. >:D

Pero ang totoo, mapanira ng umaga yan, hindi pa man validated na dating. Hahaha. Joke lang. Pero buti na lang talaga. Mali lang ako kasi nagcrave ako ng kausap. Hay naku. Bawal sa receding hairline yan. Tanga mo kasi, JC. )

Speaking of kausap, nagkaabutan kami ni Dei sa Skype. Chika chika lang. Miss nya na raw ako. Wala kasi siyang masabihan ng “gago” sa pinaroroonan nya. Pag naaalala ko kung paano ako nabroken hearted nung una kong narinig na magreresign na siya, siyang casual ko naman ngayon. Tawanan lang kami at some turn of events, pero we’re kind of entitled to that anyway (person bashing, yes) so we just laugh our heads off.

See, sometimes, there’s really no need to get over hurt if there’s minimal hurt anyway. Kailangan mo lang ng antibacterial cream para hindi lumala at lumiit ang scars pag naghilom.

(init ng ulo ko, sorry. Nadali ako ng bigat ng issues kagabi)