Our monitor is red! The whole thing is glowing with the malice of horror movie villains. The monitor has been on the fritz for a while, but red is a recent dvelopment: it used to be yellow. But things change, I guess. The color is making my eyes sore, and i'd like to use my sore eyes as an excuse to stop working (but of course, i can't stop working or I'd fall into the gaping, be-fanged mouth of the beast called Deadline).

So now, I'm using lj to procrastinate. hahaha.

Yellow was better on the eyes, i tell you. At least then, I could see the red suits in Free Cell (previously my method of avoiding work, before this red monitor fiasco. I kept rationalizing that at least Free Cell was the most intellectual of the Microsoft Windows card games--Bridge is, of course, more intellectual--and that I was developing my analytical skills by playing it. Now I can neither play, nor rationalize--two of my favorite activities).

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Davao was fun. Once more, we proved that Filipinos are always eager to give commuting advice. Anyway, it's infinitely more fun to ride on cheap public transport--jeepney, pedicab--than to take a boring old cab. More local flavor that way. But no more riding shotgun on a motorcycle this time, like I did in Bohol with Mr. Chua: we were speeding through the drizzle, the raindrops sharp and cold as needles against our faces. I tried not to hold the driver's shoulders in a death grip. I was laughing and shouting all the way. That was fun.

Never say yes to tour buses. Those are expensive, and you won't get lost, which is sometimes fun as long as you like who you're with.

Also: "Beware of falling durian." Masakit yun.

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On the personal life/job front: I have one already. Sort of. A job, i mean. I'm doing my internship at World Health Organization in Tayuman. Tungkol sa malaria pa rin, if you can believe my luck (although it involves policy writing, no lab work. I like it though). On my first day (which was the same day as Game 3 of the UAAP season 69 finals), I nearly took the wrong train AND I got lost inside the DOH compound--my first day geographical mishaps. On my way home, a contingent of yellow shirts got on the train at Legarda station, and got off at Cubao.

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Hoy Miss Lucas! May parlor day tayo di ba? LOL, how gay. (Ang lamboht! Parang nagpa-salohn!)