When The Cosmos Conspire

One of the things I dislike about life is when things start to pile up in one day. I know this is a common phenomenon for most people, but for me, nah. I live a rather boring, nondescript existence. Important events usually happen evenly spaced from each other that I rarely encounter the hassle of juggling things around just so they would fit in places they should.

Today is another one of those days. Ugh. It felt like I spent half of it worrying whether I'll meet the schedule I made for myself. The order for this day: enrollment in Faura in the morning, job briefing in Makati (it definitely doesn't feel like it but I simply don't know what to call it) for the afternoon and despedida in Cavite for the evening. Sounds quite simple really, but enrollment in UP sucks balls. It sucks assholes when you're wearing white mules which haven't been broken in yet. Like I said, ugh. 

Murderous mules

Enrollment took approximately six hours, from 10.30 to 3.30 am. Those six hours I spent sitting on the floor, walking, and running to and fro the length of Faura. Gods I miss that place. I haven't set foot in it ever since last semester ended. Come to think of it, I haven't seen my girl friends about the same length of time. I miss everyone, I missed Sushi-ya. I even missed the squalid splendor of Taft Avenue godammit. Nevermind that the sun melted most of my make-up off by the end of the day and left me looking like a sweaty, patchy disaster. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss school. As much as it can be missed, anyway.

blanc

Next stop, Makati. We met Marco's client, Jay Amante. He owns a cool art gallery called Blanc along H.V. dela Costa Street. Since Marco is designing the website for the gallery, he needs someone who will write introductions, profiles, and what-not for the site. That would be me. Besides that, I might be writing some promotional material for the upcoming shows. Cool eh? I'm not really artsy fartsy or anything and the last art show I've been to was like, last year, but I got 1.25 in Humanities I (Art, Man and Society) if it helps any. I think I could wing this. What the hell, I will.

 Small talk

Tired and shit, Marco and I went to his office near the gallery to get his stuff. His officemates are crazy by the way, and I rather like them. I have a penchant for half-mad people. Like Marco. Like myself.  Before getting in a cab, we grabbed some sammiches from Oliver's (note: sometimes I think Marco likes sammiches more than he likes me but well, I have the same fervor for Diet Coke so I guess it's fair) then went straight to the Mall of Asia where we ride a van back to Cavite.

So, the despedida. Not much to say about it except that my kid cousins were all over my grandparent's place, practically next door. As usual, some of them don't remember who I am. Ah well.  I was too tired to socialize and too fat to eat so I just hung around for a while then walked home to blog about my day. By the way, I love this picture:

And I love the guy in it, too.

Oh before anything else, here's another song, this time a ripoff from Corrine Bailey Rae. There are some missed parts because it's impromptu so there. Me on vocals, Marco on geetar.

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