Gagamgirl, earlier this year, coined a heartbreaking theme for the teambuilding activity that never happens/happened: BYOB - Bring Your Own Buhangin. We were imagining one full day, in the training room, of pathetic fun. We'll be dressed up for the beach, we'll have beach balls, chairs, we'll be lying on the floor - roleplaying until we start crying... After 17 months (I kid you not!) of waiting, we finally had our first out-of-town team activity! This is not a corporate event, ok? We spent personal funds and so this means... we only had to stick to our own agenda of fun fun fun!!!
I had so much fun, I didn't take a lot of photos. This shutterbug missed:
Our Banana Boat Ride
Our lechon spot in the shore (we tried our best to cook evenly)
The Fire Dance and SheMale Variety Show (lasted for three hours!)
The nobody-cares-we-won't-be-here-tomorrow-anyway-Dancing!
All the Mindoro Sling we consumed --- five pitchers and one tower!
I don't drink a lot but when I do, I tend to set high standards of DRUNK.
1. I do not consider myself drunk until I am no longer able to control my limbs and mouth.
2. I am not Yummylicious Drunk if I can still remember things.
I accomplished these things last Thursday evening. Our team had an 8-hr videoke session.
In the company of cool people, I was free to sing, dance and yoga my heart out. It felt like running 5k the morning after. Everything hurt.
As for the parts I don't recall, the hubby was the ever reliable scribe and caring witness.
Guards on night duty kept their eyes on us... I kept pushing him away saying "get away from me! I don't know you!!!"
I didn't know him because... I was a hermit crab, I said. I was walking sideways with my hands doing the "scissors" move.
I also said hi to two teenage boys sitting on the curb.
And when we reached the apartment lobby, I wanted to sleep in the lobby entrance.
Now that is Yummylicious drunk! And yes, in vino veritas is still true. Everybody knows that I'm a frustrated stage actress. If you know me well enough, I am a hardcore hermit crab. And if you're my husband, you've probably heard me complain in all forms, fashion and drama that I don't know you anymore. As for saying hi to teenage boys? I really don't know. Maybe that's the nagging desire to feel desired. Or maybe all that drama about falling in love with a boy, wishing he never grew up to be a man.
Whatever it is/was, I had fun. And that's all that matters now. Thanks to my team mates for the wonderful evening. And to the hubby for taking me home. God knows where I would have spent the night if he didn't show up. Where do hermit crabs sleep?
Our neighbor's laundry lady is deaf-mute. Pero napakadaldal. I can only respond with nervous laughter and hesitant smiles. No hablo, pipi-talk... I wanted to say.
I am amazed. She wouldn't stop "talking" to me despite my attempts to look busy.
Very late post... this plant died on me. Summer heat. My negligence.
While I confess to some "dehydrated days" for this baby, I still want to make a statement: plants should not be sold inside malls because they tend to get used to "unnatural" circumstances and elements. After being in the mall for a long time, they forget how to survive without centralized AC and employees half-heartedly shouting "ready to serve" or "at your service" every hour.
I found her in SM Makati (near the grocery). She looked very sad. She was begging to be adopted. I took her home. I took care of her and she took care of me. My PhP50 cash out yielded months of pure joy. Purple little flowers. I will never forget you.
I will try to make this as cryptic as possible. It's a little frightening to write about it, but if I don't... I might just find myself doing/saying the unthinkable one of these days. Maybe this post is already an "unthinkable" huh?
I'm proud alumnae of this special University. I learned everything that I know, about what I do now, from this place... through mentors who are hard core, educated, experienced, devoted and passionate practitioners in the field of...
When our Professor Emeritus left, and the University was dissolved and handed over to another power block that did not know (nor cared to know) about we were about, he told us to view the sad goodbye as a graduation. We were graduating from the University and we're now ready to face the real world.
For the love of ceremonies and rituals, we read this. With the moon, the stars, several bottles of wine, beer and vodka, buckets of tears... We made a promise. Of course we tried to be cool with how we wrote our vow... who wants to be cheesy, right? Right....
Six years after this graduation, I left the country (ok, that's metaphorical). I faced the "REAL" real world. I thought I was ready. Six years of fighting for the "voice" of the University... I thought I've already witnessed and experienced all the possible means and ways of prostituting the "discipline."
I was wrong. Along with this discovery came the realization that I have yet to achieve that scary state of indifference that the "real" world requires. I can play the part (spell ACT) but the mind and the heart cannot be silenced. I am frustrated and angry. Very angry.
While recent series of events continue to suck the life out of me, I am still optimistic. I am angry because I care. I am frustrated because I know what I know. I'll be ok. After this post. I wish.
I just have to say that I miss the University.
Sometimes I wonder Where I've been Who I am, do I fit in? Make-believing is hard alone Out here, on my own We're always proving Who we are Always reaching For that rising star To guide me far And shine me home Out here on my own When I'm down and feeling blue I close my eyes so I can be with you ... I may not win But I can't be thrown Out here on my own
