Going Mono

Getting up for a day's work has never been an exciting thing for me. But I just don't know why today is so different. I woke up early feeling nothing. I don't feel good but I don't necessarily feel bad. I am not excited nor grumpy. Nothing. Nada. Zilch. Hopefully something good may turn up to at least elevate my mood.

Maybe this is just hungover of not having a decent weekend. Having to report for work even for a Sunday was not exactly the best thing.

Oh well. Life has it's high and low notes. Maybe there are also moments when life goes mono.

The Most Unexpected Days

These past few days have been very nice to me. One, I have no nerve -wracking issues encountered in the line which makes my job easier and I get to concentrate on my other tasks. And two (which is I think is the best part), is I get to see and talk to him everyday. As if I did something really good, fate has given me a very big favor. He was on my shift starting Monday. I get to spend time with him (even for just sneak peeks). I was not that deliriously happy as I thought I would be.But still, it just made me my day. And I got a bonus, I don't know why but I got his number. Somebody texted him using my phone and I secretly saved it. What would I do with it? Nothing muna. Until I muster enough courage to send him a stupid joke or something. But right now, I just have it and it's going to stay in my phone book. Unless fate doesn't want it there and magically snatches it away.

Was It Something I Said?

I met this guy through a friend. Actually, he was just accompanying my balikbayan friends while they are here in Manila. This was our second meeting. Our first meeting, I can bet that there was some kind of attraction between us. He was cute. I thought so. Well, anyway, after our second meeting, he texted me the day after. We exchanged a few texts, a few lines and some personal info. Then it stopped. Until now, no follow-up text. No stupid quote. Nothing. The last I remember was that I was replying to his question about my age. I was not really insecure about it so I told him. Then, nada. Now, was it something I said?

Funny thing to care. I barely knew him. Anyway, I find it amusing. Maybe he mistook me to be a little younger than what he had in mind. I don't care. It's his loss. :)

Taking Charge

My friend and I were having coffee while we were waiting for her boyfriend to arrive when we talked about "taking charge". Meaning, if you want to be someone, you have to work it. Gone is the time of the Maria Claras and the Shy Susans. We are of now the age where men and women are treated equals in the dating scene. Though I totally agree with this notion, I still have my personal doubts. When it comes to taking charge or making that first move, I am a goner, a real coward. Maybe it's because of the fear of getting rejected or coming out too strong. Coming out of a six year relationship, joining the dating arena again is like an athlete coming out to compete again for the first time after an injury. You become rusty and unsure of the game. There's this fear that people might judge you easily and a simple mistake may cost you the entire season. Well, I certainly hope not. The game is on and though I am not in my tiptop shape yet who knows a few losing rounds and some winning goals may just be enough to get the coveted trophy.