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But when you talk loudly and you are inside a public transportation, don’t think people would not hear, even if they really would rather not hear anything of what you’re talking about.

I’m not complaining, really. Almost always the antics of the passengers amuse me. But when I’m communing with my inner self during the ride, I would never be disturbed. But last night, on my way home, a couple (or so I assumed) in their late twenties, maybe, were being playful with each other. The woman was rather plump due to her pregnancy and the man was lanky. They were having fun with tongue twisters, most of which they did not get right. But they made up for it with their apparent closeness and light banters. It is not always that you see a couple with baby on the way enjoying each other like that. Just shows how jaded and disillusioned I’ve become, huh?

Anyways, still on my way home last night, I saw in one of the roadside houses “Yellow Submarine” being played. It made me grin like crazy seeing one of the films I love watched by other people. The Beatles still rock!

I haven’t visited this blog in while. Yeah, it’s because my laziness has kicked in again. But it’s more than that. I was - am - actually contemplating deleting my friendster account. But the sentimental me balked at doing it. I had, after all, spent much time creating this blog. Not adding that it is my first account, ever. So I’ll just let the sentimental me win for now.

I’m maintaining three other accounts right now. You can visit me here: http://manicky.i.ph/, http://greenycel.wordpress.com/, and here http://greenycel.multiply.com/.

Of course it was fun.

First stop: Carcar. Saw the church, took some pictures, bought food for lunch then off to Mantayupan falls. The place was nice. If you are a nature-lover, you’d really appreciate the place. Luckily, we only shared the place with one other group. A simple lunch and several pictures later, we returned to the van and headed to Bas Daku, Moalboal where we planned to stay the night. We swam, made bonfire, drank wine, and talked about things that came to mind (no work-related stuff, thankfully). We hit the road at about 9 o’clock the following morning. We were supposed to be off at 8 but some woke up late (but I won’t mention names here). After a breakfast of cup noodles, we hit the road (again). Next stop: Kawasan, Badian. The place was crowded so bathing was out of question for me. We had lunch, [line, yam/uzi, ley] took some pictures. Went back to the van at around 1 pm. We stopped at Oslob and had one of our "class pictures" in its cemetery. We had dinner at Alex Cafe in Argao (and I’m glad to say we had great food there, unlike our food the night before) and then we went to the place’s Municipal Hall to watch some paintings. Then we headed back to Cebu City. It was the end of the 2-day SRT for us.

But we’re planning another trip this month. This time, we are going north. Yay! Hopefully it’s still gonna be as fun as the SRT.

So I should be giving myself treats today. Instead, I have to abstain from drinking coffee when I should be drowning myself in mugs and mugs of that addicting drink.

A cousin asked me last night if I still drink coffee every morning. I told her "of course." It has become a habit over the years. I drink coffee before I leave the house for work, I drink coffee in the office in the morning, I [sometimes] drink coffee in the afternoon, I drink coffee in the evening before I sleep (especially since I believe it is the only way to enjoy Coffee Prince), and I drink coffee when I feel depressed or angry.

So, what’s the deal? Why stay away from coffee now that I have every reason to indulge myself? La lang. Really. I’m not a health buff or something but I’m giving it up [for today at least] as a gift to my body. After all, what’s one day compared to the rest of the year when I could indulge myself all I want.

10:26. I smell coffee. Ahhh. Gotta be strong.

I have gotten away getting only about three hours of sleep every day since Saturday. I thought my body would not stand the deprivation. In fact, I imagined myself looking like a raccoon (what with my large, dark, and puffy eye bags) and acting like a zombie during the rest of the week. I also saw myself nodding off in my station and not finishing my tasks until Doomsday, which would not be good. And the reason I am depriving my body of much needed sleep? I’m in my "obsessed mode" again. Because of Coffee Prince. Yeah. I had wanted to watch the series in one go but my day work made it not sensible and impossible. And when I finished watching the last episode of the series on Wednesday, my sleepless nights should have ended. But we (Line and I) stumbled across the Coffee Prince Novel. The novel is a fuel to my obsession. So I had to continue bullying my body and robbing it of several hours of sleep for several days more. Not that it did not complain about the abuse. It did. On Monday and Tuesday, my head felt like it was stuffed with cotton. And not only that, my skin and hair also felt drier than usual. But I did not listen to the complaints. I cannot when I am in this mode. Luckily, I love coffee (aside from Gong Yoo, it is what attracted me to this series). And instead of my usual one mug, I now down three mugs of coffee every day. Along with the adrenalin in my bloodstream, caffeine is keeping me on my chair and my head on my neck. The funny thing is, my sleepiness during office hours disappears the moment I reach home. In fact, I only get sleepy the moment my head touches the pillow. So I have a good excuse for staying up late and turning in only when our neighbors’ roosters start to crow. But I don’t really mind the limp hair and the dry skin. Or the lightheadedness and the large eye bags. Duh. It’s not every day that I become obsessed with something, anyway. And since I only obsessed about things worth my sleepless nights and emotional disturbance, I decided to just go along with it. This irregular sleeping pattern may well turn me into an insomniac. But, really, who cares? I’ll just drown my nerves in coffee and my head in good stories and daydreams. Right? Right.

Weng-weng, our rather aloof and unfriendly silver tabby, gave birth to two boys and one gal, also silver tabbies (and I was so hoping for even just a black kitty!), on September 17. We originally planned to have her spayed, but I got scared when I read on the net about a kitty that died during operation. Besides, she is such a frisky kitty it’s easy to see having her spayed is not advisable. So, the rest is history. You guess I was - still am - so excited. It’s been so long since we’ve had kittens at home. My mother said we have to eventually give them all away, when they’ve grown, of course, they being the first litter and all. But I’m not really seriously thinking of doing that. They’re still too young anyway. And so, last night, while on a jeepney on my way home, I found myself thinking of the perfect names for them. Coco, Chico, and Cara. Sensible names for tabby kitties, although not very original. Yes, they’re short for coffee flavors: coconut coffee, chicory coffee, and caramel coffee. Since I’m a self-proclaimed coffee addict, I think it’s just right that I name them after something that gives me pleasure. I just hope their names won’t turn them into coffee addicts, too.

I’m in a roller coaster of extreme emotions nowadays. One moment I was happy, the next I was sad. Just several minutes ago I was very tensed, now I could barely lift my fingers over the keyboard. And I feel so rotten I want to cry. Finishing a task has become so laborious it is draining my energy. This has nothing to do with the article written by the now infamous Malu F. (although I also got annoyed at her hypocrisy and bigotry). I would like to convince myself it’s because I’m in love. But I’m not in love. Not really. It would be lying to myself, and it is a rotten thing to do. Is it because it just hit me that I really am an adult now? (Funny. I’m already 25, and, I think, I’ve only realized that). No. I think it’s because of something I haven’t put my index finger on. C’est la vie. But it sucks.