I am again reduced to tears.
They are fighting again downstairs; and I am at fault, or rather, my breakfast. Hell, I would've given it anyway. But they have to make it into some grand specatacle complete with shouting matches and fireworks.
Like all fights, it starts out small. Then anger consumes you, swallows you until all you are is anger and the real reason is now swallowed under tears or shouting.
I wish they'd stop.
29.3.07
little afternoon talk
So there I was editing pics for that docu yesterday (yep, already yesterday) afternoon. Since there were at least 5 programs (Photoshop, Firefox with at least 6 tabs open, Limewire, Movie Maker, and of course, around 3 YM conversations) open, the pad was slow. So slow that even erasing takes a few seconds to work, which usually happens when somebody buzzes me on YM.
Which did happen. And that somebody, well, wasn't just somebody.
He asked me to buzz him when the little YM window finally loaded. Which I patiently did; and he asked if the PWboards was down. Since it was down (which resulted in Andrea Celine's name getting changed...told her), I suggested he post in the unofficial Rose-turned-PW boards. Then a few moments of silence, and, well, I can't exactly remember how we got talking again. I think it was about that annoying Zubiri jingle that plays even on NU107, and how I got LSS. Then the male vocals version of the Cranberries' Zombie played on the radio. I mentioned it to him, then he asked if it was rock. I replied in the affirmative, and he remarked that he thought it might be in bossa nova. Haha. Everything fell silent for a while again, just broken by his mention of his class' field trip tomorrow to Pampanga, and I mentioning the forthcoming trip to Baguio which I'm not particularly excited about since that docu still needs to be cleaned up.
He then asked if I saw his other fanarts. Sheepishly replying no, he gave me a link. And they were all so cute...he's miles better at drawing than I am. He liked Summer, well, for the obvious reason that guys like summer. Haha. And he asked what was cute, the drawing or him. I replied, both.
And we laughed.
Then he (a little later on) asked what was I laughing about. I copy-pasted the last few lines, and a few moments later, the evil pixie of disconnect landed on my shoulder and *poof!* I got DC'd.
The next few minutes were spent trying to reconnect to YM. Frustratingly, the YM was the only one to conk out. I was able to login, but had to re-login again simply because everybody appeared offline on my list (even the people on SMS).
And as soon as I had logged in, he had logged out; the little tab on the system tray saying goodbye.
That's why for the rest of the day, my status was "T___T". Oh well.
Which did happen. And that somebody, well, wasn't just somebody.
He asked me to buzz him when the little YM window finally loaded. Which I patiently did; and he asked if the PWboards was down. Since it was down (which resulted in Andrea Celine's name getting changed...told her), I suggested he post in the unofficial Rose-turned-PW boards. Then a few moments of silence, and, well, I can't exactly remember how we got talking again. I think it was about that annoying Zubiri jingle that plays even on NU107, and how I got LSS. Then the male vocals version of the Cranberries' Zombie played on the radio. I mentioned it to him, then he asked if it was rock. I replied in the affirmative, and he remarked that he thought it might be in bossa nova. Haha. Everything fell silent for a while again, just broken by his mention of his class' field trip tomorrow to Pampanga, and I mentioning the forthcoming trip to Baguio which I'm not particularly excited about since that docu still needs to be cleaned up.
He then asked if I saw his other fanarts. Sheepishly replying no, he gave me a link. And they were all so cute...he's miles better at drawing than I am. He liked Summer, well, for the obvious reason that guys like summer. Haha. And he asked what was cute, the drawing or him. I replied, both.
And we laughed.
Then he (a little later on) asked what was I laughing about. I copy-pasted the last few lines, and a few moments later, the evil pixie of disconnect landed on my shoulder and *poof!* I got DC'd.
The next few minutes were spent trying to reconnect to YM. Frustratingly, the YM was the only one to conk out. I was able to login, but had to re-login again simply because everybody appeared offline on my list (even the people on SMS).
And as soon as I had logged in, he had logged out; the little tab on the system tray saying goodbye.
That's why for the rest of the day, my status was "T___T". Oh well.
28.3.07
docu
And I am just so goddamn lazy.
I'm already near finishing the docu, but still can't get myself to do it. All I need to do are those titles for some of the sections, and to get the interviews, ad to finish the edited pics. But I have no brilliant ideas yet for those pics (damn her, she asked me to replace hers, I should've finished two already) and I guess the heat is bogging me down, too--I feel so sleepy.
Maybe a quick 15-min nap would do the trick.
I'm already near finishing the docu, but still can't get myself to do it. All I need to do are those titles for some of the sections, and to get the interviews, ad to finish the edited pics. But I have no brilliant ideas yet for those pics (damn her, she asked me to replace hers, I should've finished two already) and I guess the heat is bogging me down, too--I feel so sleepy.
Maybe a quick 15-min nap would do the trick.
25.3.07
yay!
Yay! I have a new phone, and well, I do still have to get used to using it. lol. Finally a clamshell phone, and with a cam--now I sound so low-tech. haha. Nothing much to write about; still no progress on that paper (last 5 pages! last 5 pages! last 5 aaah!) and still no cam for the docu (damn them). Whatever.
24.3.07
repeat playlist
Silence has fallen on the little YM window as the keyboard keys have stopped clanking. Nothing else can be said, but I am reluctant to end this conversation. And I don't want to ramble on and on and on about me; I want to hear from him. After all these five songs that have played over and over can tell him what I want but can't tell him now. The question is, will he get the message?
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