This funny video can make your day.

Yesterday Karen showed me this really hilarious video. It's in a Visayan dialect, so might not be understandable to non-Pinoys. Check it out and enjoy!

Nostalgia can be depressing.

And I always seem to want to test its limits, to see how far down I can wallow, to stretch myself until I implode into half a dozen alter egos.

But the truth is long gone.
I've lost you.
Damn.

Why?

Damn, I was right.

I had the strangest conviction that if I just thought really hard, and willed it to happen, I would "accidentally" bump into the people I wanted to see most. {see previous post on this}

Or, rather…the person I wanted to see most.
Him.

I saw him today. Today, and I just…ran away. I frickin' ran away!

And then, one stupid move after another, I tried to look for him again. Looked for him in a mall teeming with lovestruck teenagers, Harry Potter fanatics, and every other person this side of Cebu. No such luck, of course. And who knew, if I saw him once more I might just run away again.

Sigh. One glimpse of him and I turn into this pathetic coward. Why can't I get up the courage to face him, to speak to him? Why can't I turn things back to the way they used to be?

I wish it wasn't so difficult to let things go, to forget…

I must be psychic.

Or at least getting there. I've been thinking of some people lately, and they've all shown up quite unexpectedly in one way or another. Almost like I've conjured them up out of my thoughts. Maybe I'm sending out psychic vibrations or something.

Let me explain the incidents, one by one. First there was Ate Pearl. I was simply thinking about her, remembering our YFC days together. You know, the usual path to nostalgia. I began to wonder how she might be now — what she's doing, where she works, et cetera, et cetera. And then, a week later, I bump into her just a few meters away from the office. All my wonderings got answered then.

And then there was Rosby. It followed the same pattern: I thought about him, recalled some of our conversations at VOT, and wondered if he's still into photography. A few days after that, I bumped into him at SM. And of course, we talked about the photography.

And my high school best friend, Rose Lyn. I've been missing her, wondering what she's been up to, if she still had the same cellphone number, et cetera. And she shows up at my house one Sunday
morning! She was on her way to do some grocery shopping. In fact, she'd been meaning to drop by for quite some time, since the supermarket was just on the next block and she always passes by the house when she does her shopping every Sunday. Oh, and she had a new number.

The most recent was Marie-Mel. I was recalling our last phone conversation , and I was actually talking about her with Karen that afternoon. Guess what, my phone rang sometime during the evening and it was Marie-Mel.

This has gotten me thinking. Maybe, just maybe, if I think really hard and will it to happen, I might just bump into the people I really want to see most?

Hmm…

…and changes.

I've changed my blog's name again. I came across an old post, actually an email that I sent to post to an old blog of yesteryears, where I called myself The Mad Witch.

I think I'd like to have that beautifully mad witch back. I miss her so damn much. 

updates!!!

Well, I finally get some free time to blog. Yeah! Anyways, the office was quite a mess today. Still is, if you ask me. There was massive moving of people up and down floors. I'm now in a very cold room in the 6th floor of our building. 

It's funny, I think I've stayed nearly everywhere here. My first stay as a new employee was on the 2nd floor. Then we all had to move temporarily to the 5th floor because repairs had to be done to the wiring, which were nearly all damaged when water seeped into the office during a big storm. We stayed there for more or less a week.

And then from the 2nd, we moved up to the 7th. Imagine dragging all our PCs, mobile cabinets, and other files in and out of the elevator. After some months, we were moved again, up to the 8th floor. I stayed there for some time and then was transferred to another department, which just happened to have its office across the street! So me and all my stuff had to cross the busy street. Now imagine rolling that pushcart loaded with my CPU, monitor, keyboard, mouse, UPS, and file boxes. I wasn't the one doing it, but I was damn worried for the guy who had to. =P

Then, after some more months, we moved from across the street back to the original building's 7th floor. Today, we all moved down to the 6th. Talk about surfing the floors.

I've been so busy I miss playing with my neopets. ü