When once I knew the reason for my restlessness, last Friday I was able to fall sound asleep... You see, there are persons who think about you for the right reasons: they care about you, they like making you laugh (with their funny text jokes), etc. But there are also persons who think about you for the wrong reasons: malice, envy, and jealousy. An example would be the individual whom I'd like to name Mr. TenderMeat; he doesn't know that I get easily bothered by the mental activities of another concerning me. Or maybe he does, if he follows my blog, be it in stealth. I see his image in my head. He is akin to the Dark Lord Sauron -- he wants something that I possess, which I'd rather destroy than surrender to him. My sanity is mine, mine! Go back to the shadows and haunt somebody else!

Sometimes my blogs make no sense at all. Sometimes you have to read them through to get something out of them. And, most of the times, as I have feared, they don't offer any philosophical insight, which I recognize as my social responsibility to give. I have failed. Before anybody else labels my blogs as dry and shallow, I'd like to admit this to you: my moments of lucidity seldom visit me and my writing shows it. Don't pity me.

If you watch Smallville, you definitely will recognize this man-god (he was Adam the Undead). This model-turned-actor's name is Ian Somerhalder. He was born on the same day that I was, only five years ere my own: Dec. 08, 1978. (I'm beginning to think we have the same facial features. Compare. Hahaha!) He starred in the first season of the tv series 'Lost,' currently airing Mondays 9:10pm @ Studio 23. I've been thinking about him for six consecutive nights now. I wonder if stars like him get to sleep and eat well, with all the girls and boys daydreaming about them...

A family of seven, mother and father included. I am the eldest child, though I came in last. I was adopted at the end of my teenage years. With a room at the second storey of their house ready upon my arrival, I said to myself, "You've got to be kidding." Nothing much happened in the first few weeks. I liked the house a lot for one. Everyone was well-mannered for two. And just when I was getting acquainted with my younger siblings, the prodigal son came back for three. He was the eldest. Now he IS again voila! His gaze was cast downwards. He walked in a straight path. Then I saw who he was! With that knowledge, I was glad to not have been Mom and Dad's biological daughter. For he was gorgeous! Everybody stood there in silent contemplation of his return. And I, silent as they are, was in contemplation of all the bad things that we can do to one another; the devil inside me was shouting "Hallelujah!!" Just a few days passed and we almost got into the sack... But then I awoke. Darn it! It was barry watson! The eldest son of the reverend in 7th Heaven, ring a bell? Sucker. Why did I wake up at that hour?

My "third" wisdom tooth is not opening. My gum was simply mortally punctured by a peanut from the peanut butter in one of my breakfast sandwiches. [to the tune of Aerosmith's "Crazy":] There's a hole in my gum. And it drives me crazy, crazy, crazy, for you baby...

I think I'm growing my third wisdom tooth. How I hoped it had been my canine. But it's at the back of my right backmost tooth and it hurts when I bite at that side. It doesn't mean though that I won't be enjoying my "munchies," as I remember JM, my buddy from law school, calling the snack food that I gave him. *sigh*

It's 4pm. More than a dozen people are in the office, coming and going with their computers and stuff. The Art&Layout Team composed of eight TFIers from upstairs are made to evict their abode. By no less than the admin, of course. So no hard feelings right? They are being displaced by the Systems Team, three of whom are from the Palacio Bldg. (Get that, three are new to the domicile, THREE.) My crib is now the nearest workplace to the door. Good grief! Our office is starting to look like a crammed up call center. Sshhh. No time to rebel now...

I am not experiencing a writer's block. I am not experiencing a writer's block. I am not... Uh-oh. I am experiencing a writer's block! Sh!t. I was tasked to write the remaining lesson on ICT or Information and Communications Technology -- the part on 'telecommunications' -- because alex and joy have tons of work to do. I thought I could just add a topic regarding that in an already existing lesson. But no. And even if that were the case, it's been six hours and I haven't come up with a single word yet! This is a disaster. I researched about developments in ICT until after lunch, finding nada while straining my brand new contacts. Maybe I'm still recovering from the shock of restored Internet connection (yesterday afternoon). Yeah, that's it. Can I go home now?

Happy New Year Folks!

Wala na naman kaming Internet, ano ba 'yan! New year na new year eh... (And this would last until I post this, which is February 13, 2006, my dog's 7th birthday. Haha just kidding. Er, that's a bad joke right? I mean, no Internet for more than a month?! Gawd!)