The week that was...
FRIDAY
The parents went off to Baguio for a CFC event. We could've tagged along if DQ gem didn't have a sudden attack of responsibility and decided that she just can't miss her report. So hounding her aunt to let us stay again at the convent/retreat house was out of the question.
We got stuck at home. You'd think we'd be partying our asses off with the oldies gone for the entire weekend but noooooh. DARN! It sucks to be penniless! My brother didn't even schedule is usual drinking bash in the porch (they have an official drinking area in the neighborhood now). Instead, I got saddled with all the household chores as usual. Gosh, I hate being forced to cook! If I didn't love eating so much, I'd starve myself to death. We survive the day with fried foods and noodle soup. ~_~
SATURDAY
The day was spent pretty much the same as the one before. When I was not cooking and cleaning up I was in front of the computer learning how to convert the Grail survey into an actual online survey form. That took almost half of the day to accomplish and the rest was spent trying to simultaneously upload the online and e-mail versions of the survey. Fixing the kinks gave me a headache but, otherwise, it was actually fun to do. I think I can make an online quiz myself now...but I have to think of a topic first. And, oooh, make some cool graphics for the test results and figure out how to link the results and...NEVERMIND. Too much work. Bleeech! XP
SUNDAY
T'was painting day. I helped the delinquent with the backdrop for their Com3 report. Before that, I was making a career out of fixing our leaking kitchen sink. I really think I should get paid for doing these things around the house. DARN IT! I could be disgustingly rich by now. You might wonder what my younger brother was doing all this time...he decided to have one of his lazy, uncooperative episodes and did one of his disappearing acts. I swear he's really really good at this, an expert even.
The vacationers got back around 10pm that night and reported that it was a rainy weekend in Baguio. (awwwww....)
MONDAY
Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Sigh. We worked on the delinquent's backdrop until dawn. I surrendered to sleep when the roosters started with their early morning vocalizations with the excuse of not intending to be caught by the sun coming up. I have this thing about ending the day before the start of the next day or my brain will turn into mush (sort of like a cinderella syndrome with a tinge of vampiric tendencies).
Can't remember much of what happened between working on the finishing touches before the actual report at 2pm and dropping off to sleep (from 6pm to 10pm) from sheer exhaustion. Upon waking up, I wheedled my way into a session with the computer...my price for doing backbreaking work.
TUESDAY
My older brother's 7th death anniversary was marked with a 3.0 earthquake at a little past midnight of this day. I was still in front of the computer and the delinquent was watching my game. I thought she was just shaking my chair for some insane reason (e.g. making me fall off the chair for shamelessly hogging the computer) but when I saw that everything else was shaking, I realized that it was an earthquake.
Then I felt nervous. The earthquake lasted for a few seconds but the feeling of unease stayed with me. Perhaps because I always connect earthshakes with wake up calls, a reminder that people are weak and powerless against nature's processes. I remember a geography prof saying that there would be no natural disasters if there weren't any people. Technically, it's true. The Earth is just minding it's own business, repeating natural processes that it has done for thousands of years. Then people happened. Then Earth became cruel and vengeful all of a sudden.
Or maybe I was nervous because I was being supperstitious...
After that I couln't concentrate on my game. I decided to finally sleep. Who knows what else might happen when 3am struck. Besides, I still had to wake up early for the morning trip to the cemetery.
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7 years...Wow. Seven years ago I would have thought that everything would be back to normal by now, I was so sure the hollowness would have eventually disappeared. I guess that was just wishful thinking that things will be alright again. Now I see that there's no turning back.
I'm just not the same person anymore.
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Went to the QC Hall to claim NBI clearances in the afternoon. The one's for me and my mom turned out ok (crappy pictures not withstanding) but my younger brother's had problems. What the hell do you do at a Quality Control Office, anyway? The instruction was to go to the Taft office for interview for Quality Control and to bring a 2x2 pic. What the hell is the problem?! Did he not register on the cheap net cam they use as a digicam substitute??? I swear I wouln't use my certificate if only it wasn't so darn expensive and annoying to get it. They bleed you for a hundred bucks and all you get is a lousy B&W picture that makes you look fat...#$%^&*$%# !!!
WEDNESDAY
Checked on the survey results. The survey is 4 days old and there were already seven respondents. Most of them answered through e-mail and only one submitted through the online test. So far, Grail has 4 comics story ideas and 3 promises of submissions one of which is a finished comics submission.
THURSDAY
Checked another survey form. Add another story idea and story submission to the list. So we have 5 story ideas and 4 definite submissions. Twishieporn texted about answering the online survey but I couldn't get back online anymore so I'll left until the next day...
FRIDAY
Today I'm sick. I have a cold complete with runny nose and a soar throat. I still plan on attending the Grail meeting though. To present my preliminary survey report, what else? No, the promise of eating at Mang Jimmy's didn't sell me on the idea of attending. Puhlease! Give some credit here. ^_~
Still checking the survey right now....
FRIDAY
The parents went off to Baguio for a CFC event. We could've tagged along if DQ gem didn't have a sudden attack of responsibility and decided that she just can't miss her report. So hounding her aunt to let us stay again at the convent/retreat house was out of the question.
We got stuck at home. You'd think we'd be partying our asses off with the oldies gone for the entire weekend but noooooh. DARN! It sucks to be penniless! My brother didn't even schedule is usual drinking bash in the porch (they have an official drinking area in the neighborhood now). Instead, I got saddled with all the household chores as usual. Gosh, I hate being forced to cook! If I didn't love eating so much, I'd starve myself to death. We survive the day with fried foods and noodle soup. ~_~
SATURDAY
The day was spent pretty much the same as the one before. When I was not cooking and cleaning up I was in front of the computer learning how to convert the Grail survey into an actual online survey form. That took almost half of the day to accomplish and the rest was spent trying to simultaneously upload the online and e-mail versions of the survey. Fixing the kinks gave me a headache but, otherwise, it was actually fun to do. I think I can make an online quiz myself now...but I have to think of a topic first. And, oooh, make some cool graphics for the test results and figure out how to link the results and...NEVERMIND. Too much work. Bleeech! XP
SUNDAY
T'was painting day. I helped the delinquent with the backdrop for their Com3 report. Before that, I was making a career out of fixing our leaking kitchen sink. I really think I should get paid for doing these things around the house. DARN IT! I could be disgustingly rich by now. You might wonder what my younger brother was doing all this time...he decided to have one of his lazy, uncooperative episodes and did one of his disappearing acts. I swear he's really really good at this, an expert even.
The vacationers got back around 10pm that night and reported that it was a rainy weekend in Baguio. (awwwww....)
MONDAY
Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Paint. Sigh. We worked on the delinquent's backdrop until dawn. I surrendered to sleep when the roosters started with their early morning vocalizations with the excuse of not intending to be caught by the sun coming up. I have this thing about ending the day before the start of the next day or my brain will turn into mush (sort of like a cinderella syndrome with a tinge of vampiric tendencies).
Can't remember much of what happened between working on the finishing touches before the actual report at 2pm and dropping off to sleep (from 6pm to 10pm) from sheer exhaustion. Upon waking up, I wheedled my way into a session with the computer...my price for doing backbreaking work.
TUESDAY
My older brother's 7th death anniversary was marked with a 3.0 earthquake at a little past midnight of this day. I was still in front of the computer and the delinquent was watching my game. I thought she was just shaking my chair for some insane reason (e.g. making me fall off the chair for shamelessly hogging the computer) but when I saw that everything else was shaking, I realized that it was an earthquake.
Then I felt nervous. The earthquake lasted for a few seconds but the feeling of unease stayed with me. Perhaps because I always connect earthshakes with wake up calls, a reminder that people are weak and powerless against nature's processes. I remember a geography prof saying that there would be no natural disasters if there weren't any people. Technically, it's true. The Earth is just minding it's own business, repeating natural processes that it has done for thousands of years. Then people happened. Then Earth became cruel and vengeful all of a sudden.
Or maybe I was nervous because I was being supperstitious...
After that I couln't concentrate on my game. I decided to finally sleep. Who knows what else might happen when 3am struck.
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7 years...Wow. Seven years ago I would have thought that everything would be back to normal by now, I was so sure the hollowness would have eventually disappeared. I guess that was just wishful thinking that things will be alright again. Now I see that there's no turning back.
I'm just not the same person anymore.
--------------------------------------
Went to the QC Hall to claim NBI clearances in the afternoon. The one's for me and my mom turned out ok (crappy pictures not withstanding) but my younger brother's had problems. What the hell do you do at a Quality Control Office, anyway? The instruction was to go to the Taft office for interview for Quality Control and to bring a 2x2 pic. What the hell is the problem?! Did he not register on the cheap net cam they use as a digicam substitute??? I swear I wouln't use my certificate if only it wasn't so darn expensive and annoying to get it. They bleed you for a hundred bucks and all you get is a lousy B&W picture that makes you look fat...#$%^&*$%# !!!
WEDNESDAY
Checked on the survey results. The survey is 4 days old and there were already seven respondents. Most of them answered through e-mail and only one submitted through the online test. So far, Grail has 4 comics story ideas and 3 promises of submissions one of which is a finished comics submission.
THURSDAY
Checked another survey form. Add another story idea and story submission to the list. So we have 5 story ideas and 4 definite submissions. Twishieporn texted about answering the online survey but I couldn't get back online anymore so I'll left until the next day...
FRIDAY
Today I'm sick. I have a cold complete with runny nose and a soar throat. I still plan on attending the Grail meeting though. To present my preliminary survey report, what else? No, the promise of eating at Mang Jimmy's didn't sell me on the idea of attending. Puhlease! Give some credit here. ^_~
Still checking the survey right now....
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