Random musing...

I haven't ranted here for a long time now. So here's one.

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Every summer I complain about the hot temperature without fail. I always tell a friend that the whole Philippines should have a cooler/air con. But last year I didn't feel the hotness that much. Maybe because I was cooped in a place called 'office' which is air conditioned. Anyway I felt the summer heat's full force this morning. It was so hot I had problems with my breathing and I felt a little bit faint. 

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The paranoia is kicking in again. Last month our very malambing cat scratched my left thigh. And being the semi-hypohondriac that I am, I was scared I might get rabies from that simple scratch. So anyway, I felt light headed the other day (i think this is due to the hotness of that day), felt stinging pain in my left thigh and had short breaths for most of the day (again I blame this on the hot temperature). I thought 'oh my! are these symptoms of rabies?'. But getting rabies from a scratch is rare. It's just a case of paranoia.

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The weather's so weird this week. Just lat monday it was scorhing hot! It was almost unbearably hot to the point I felt faint and kinda out of breath. But yesterday was a surprise. It rained for a while. And the relatively warm-ish/cool-ish temperature ontinued until yesterday. Oh it's raining outside by the way.

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I miss them. My OIC friends. Next time I'll remind myself not to look at our photos. It makes me miss them like hell.

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If being serious and ready means feeling like time is running out, then i want to feel laid back again. I so hate this feeling. Feeling like there's a timer set in front of me and I'm running out of time. I'm beginning to feel rushed. Goodness I really need something to keep me preoccupied.

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The weird dreams are coming back... again. It's the kind of dream that scares me and makes me think. There was a time I felt scared by just sleeping. I was scared that those weird dreams will come back. The weird dreams were very rampant when I was still drawing. Sometimes I think if my dreaming and drawing were related or just a case of pent-up creative juices materializing as a weird dream.

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Please let me have it.

Wow late reaction din

It's 3:30 in the morning and I have nothing to do. Just to entertain myself, I looked at some old pictures taken almost a year ago. And gad! nostalgia came crushing like a wave to the shore. I suddenly missed the people from OIC. 

I still remember the first thing that came to my mind the first time I met them. "Wow they're all so young". They all looked like fresh out from college. At first I was shy and reserve. I remember calling some of them Ma'am or miss and in return they'll tell me to call them in their first name. As months passed we came to know more about each other. They're all so nice. Kinda like the ates and kuyas I never had. 

Little by little the people I've come to know and grew very fond of started leaving one by one. The first to leave us were Mommy and Tutchi. I was very sad when they left. It was like taking away something away, like a brand new doll. A brand new doll that you adore and would like to spend more time with, share bedtime stories, be with you just because. It really tore my heart to see them go so soon. But I understand that they want to look for greener pastures and catch their dreams and make it finally come true. Then months later Emil our accountant/admin/expo coordinator left us. It really surprised me that Emil would leave us. But then again, he knew his priorities. And then, funny man/IT guy/graphic artist Warren followed those who left before him. He went for a truly greener pasture. And based from what I saw, he looks content and happy with his new work. Pancho the new IT guy who was supposed to replace Warren left so soon. Come to think of it, 2 week after Warren finally left Pancho followed suit. It's just not his cuo of tea. We've come to know him for only a short time but he really is helpful. He was able to put up with my ramblings and pagtataray. And really, I can't remember shouting at him and if ever I did, I just wish I didn't. 

Three months later, six OIC workers called it quits to give way to new experience and adventure. Guess who's one of them?

Goodness I miss them so.

The hypochondriac strikes again

Darn! Our cat Maliksi scratched my left leg (the thigh part). He settled on my lap because he wanted to be petted. When I thought that he already had enough petting, I tried to move him down on the floor. Just as I was lifting him, he suddenly tried to grab my left leg scratching me in the process. And being the paranoid-semi-hypochondriac that I am, I immediately thought that I might get rabies from his scratch. Goodness! Despite the fact the 2 of  friends already assured me that I won't get any rabies from that scratch well I still have my reservations. Although it's rare to acquire rabies via a sratch, still who knows if his nails and paws has his saliva on it.

Gaaaaaddddd!!! If anyhting happens blame it all on the cat.