Bottled Sky

It’s funny how some people think they know me just from reading my blog. You can know a person your entire life and not really know them. It’s completely valid to make judgments about strangers based on what they post in their bits of virtual space — but to think that you have them all figured out? That’s just absurd. And to go the extra mile and actually have them labeled and put into a neat little box is plain stupidity.

Then again, here I am, guilty of the same thing, because now I think a person I don’t even know is stupid based on a single e-mail. Feel free to stuff me in the box labeled “Hypocrite.”

Whatever the case, Stranger, I’m flattered that you think I’m pretty.

This week has been quite interesting so far, at least for me. I got to try a lot of new things, including riding a bike (I never learned as a kid) and getting a big ol’ shot in my thigh. Here’s a rundown of my week:

Monday. I spent the whole day with Chrissa, Sean, Eugene, and Marco at the Quezon Memorial Circle. I tried to learn how to bike but wasn’t very successful. Bike-riding Nikki-style goes a little something like this: 1) pedal left, 2) attempt to pedal right, 3) lose balance, 4) scream, 5) laugh, 6) repeat steps 1 to 5 until the rental hour is up. We then had the longest lunch in the history of Chicken Bacolod, eating for 30 minutes then spending the next 2 and a half hours chatting and drinking gallons of iced tea. We lay around on the grass for another couple of hours and made instant plans to go swimming at Eugene’s condo the next day. If one must bum around, one should do it with friends

Clockwise from top: Sean, Eugene, Chrissa, me, Marco

Tuesday. Even swimming during the hottest hours of the day didn’t give my legs and stomach enough of a tan, but at least I’m not as pale from the chest down as I used to be. (My goal is to get a little brown before hitting the beach at the end of the month.) Like true bums, we lounged around Eugene’s place after pigging out on pizza. I’m not sure about the others, but I ended up falling asleep, curled up in an armchair still in my suit. After showering we horsed around at the gym. I love medicine balls! They’re so big and round and bouncy! I want one for Christmas! Woohoo! Sorry, but I just had to get that out of my system

Wednesday. I saw Finding Neverland (which took forever to get shown here) with Tin, Albert, Chrissa, and Marco (who I think was getting pretty sick of me and Chrissa by then hehe!). I heart Johnny Depp. I love how adorably off-beat he and his onscreen characters are. Captain Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean is still my favorite Johnny alter-ego.

Thursday. I went to UP to pick up my grades. I survived Journalism 121 under Prof. Chua! Woohoo! The previous semester was the most hectic and challenging one for me so far. It was so much work, but I had a good time, especially in my Advertising class. That class was very good for my “confidence and spontaneity” (i.e. kakapalan ng mukha). To celebrate my survival of the semester that I thought I would never get through, I bought shoes (of course) - the cutest pink, high-heeled, ankle-strap babydolls ever. Very practical *nods seriously*

Friday. My dog TJ accidentally nipped my index finger. The wound was very small, but I decided to have it treated for my mom’s peace of mind. I had to get two allergy tests and six shots in six different body parts, but it wasn’t so bad because I’m not afraid of needles. The allergy tests I got in my arm stung like nobody’s business, but the shot that hurt the most was the one I got very near the nail of my index finger. The nurse told me that the shot in my thigh should have been the most painful because it contained by far the largest amount of vaccine, but I surprised her when I said it didn’t hurt at all. Apparently, I’m the first patient to ever say that LOL. I still have to go back to the hospital four more times over the next couple of months to complete the series of shots. It’s quite a hassle for such a teeny wound, but it’s better safe than sorry. I also brought TJ to the vet for an anti-rabies booster. I’m pretty sure he’s healthy, but I’m still a bit worried about him.

Today. I’ve had enough excitement for a week, so I just decided to stay home and do nothing. I did blog, though

I feel like drawing something dark and strange. Dark like a woman with whisper-thin fingers that are long enough to go around someone’s throat thrice and strange like a sunlit sky swarming with little tin-can robots with fairy wings. But I can’t because my artistic skills are limited to the safe and adorable. It’s frustrating to have visions in my head and not being able to let them out.

Still connected with my un-boyfriend search, I got to thinking about the sentence “I love you.” I think it’s overrated. It’s so often misused and abused that it’s lost some of its meaning and impact, at least to me. And when it’s said by someone who thinks love is a feeling, it can be downright sickening. There are a lot of other things I’d rather hear, like what my mom told me last week during a casual chat over breakfast. We were talking about metaphysics (casual?! LOL) and she said that her greatest fear about dying is not dying itself but that she might forget my dad and me. “I don’t ever want to forget you” is much better than “I love you” if you ask me. And I guess what made it more touching was that it didn’t come out being sappy or sentimental - she just said it as a matter of fact. I had to try very hard not to cry when she said that, because tearing up over breakfast cereal is way too weird, even for me

I did cry while eating a piece of toast two years ago, though. I had burnt my tongue and had not been able to eat anything solid for a week when that happened. I was crying because, man, it hurt! But I was laughing at the same time, because I found it so absurd and hilarious to be crying over toast. I bet I’ll never cry, laugh and eat toast all at the same time ever again LOL.

Well, wasn’t this quite the eclectic post! From fairy-bots to I-love-you’s to toast. I should stop typing now. Who knows what I’ll end up writing next.