reizvollers (leila barros wannabes)...

is the name of the volleyball team that i am in. the intra-dep't volleyball league commenced this evening and we won our first game. it felt good to be in a team, better even to be in a real tourney and the feeling of winning the maiden game is exhilirating...
go! fight! win! REIZVOLLERS

lunacy's end...hopefully

doused awake with frigid waters, the madness was washed off from my system. i am both relieved and sad at the reliazation. well, i won't get myself into more embarrassing encounters like bluritng out some really stupid sounding comment about lunch but at the same time it would mean boring days ahead at the workplace without having somebody to stalk and talk about.
empty promises, broken commitments...for whatever reason...boy, don't they just suck big time and he's a master at that...work ethics is commendable though, it's a mystery if he still have a life...
nice shirt (blue polo, just small enough to catch at the hips - please, for the love of @#$%, never wear that baggy jeans again) though today...you're learning fast slavic cat!!! (Applause!!!)

home sweet home

it's good to be back, if only to learn that i lost more than two pounds walking about the shops around causeway bay and shenzhen these past three days. i missed my sheets, i was asleep as soon as my head touched the pillows. getting out of the bed was most difficult but i've been good. i managed to make it for lunch with pats, lira and doli. meals at the canteen couldn't be a sadder affair than flying miles only to shop or watch other shop :(

Spring in Hong Kong

Wow...shopping in three days spent away from home (as in out of the country) is not my idea of traveling! shopping is something that one can do anywhere including back home.

i hate to say this but i reckon i will feel better if i will. this could be my worst trip abroad ever. well, who wouldn't be after walking the whole day hunting for bargains (day after day)?

I would have gladly rendered my feet dead at the end of the day hustling the slavic cat out of the soccer pitch. But it was his peacock strut that pulls me back home...a thought that never crossed my mind while soaking in the beauty that Lantau is. could offer. But the last 48 hours have been nightmarish I couldn't find the words to describe it...

saying hello...

...is not that difficult to do after all...especially if it came out as a squeak...but his slavic ears would have picked it up...i wish
this blog's title should be changed into...tales of the slavic cat...

stars fall down...

...like comets and dying planets that brought us Kal-El. Others die and their souls form into the brightest stars in the constellation (Draco). While others still were catapulted to stardom and were careless about it losing (obscured) their brightness to others (too many to mention).

what of cats? they're believed to live 9 lives. One slav cat died last night. i never learn from the life's lessons, like 'not pinning one's hope for happiness' on others for one.

well i'm doomed. I will have to live through eight more yet :)

dont's - lifted from my 01-mar-07 friendster entry

How’s everyone’s week? I learned a tad too many lessons in the past five days
On insomnia:
-when in transition from night to day shift, DO NOT make up for lost sleep by staying longer in bed than necessary. Last Sunday, I slept through the worship service, waking up only for meals and quick toilet trips. Then, what happened? I woke up at 2 a.m. on Monday and failed to go back to sleep. I filled out pages of my journal and read about 3 chapters of ‘the catcher in the rye’ with only my phone cam’s light for illumination to tire my eyes. When that didn’t work, I decided that it was time to leave the comfort of my downy mattress so I watched ‘Legally Blonde’ while pressing my uniform. I did a little better on Tuesday waking up at 3 am. This did not make me feel any better as I could barely keep my eyes open at work (but I seem to be pretty sharp on the soccer field…hmmmm)
-alcohol doesn’t help, warm milk does. Now where did I get the idea that steeping my brain and bloodstream with alcohol would knock me down? On Tuesday evening, I bought a liter of beer which I hoped to share with Pats as bev during dinner. However, the combo did not appeal to her that I was forced to finish the whole thing by myself. Realizations on that day were: a liter of beer can’t get me down (is this something to gloat about? J) and neither can it cure insomnia.
On soccer
-DO NOT go where the socceroos (girls esp.) flock after the ball…to avoid getting hit by the ball right smack on the face and/or bruising unprotected shins from raised cleats. It’ll serve well to watch out for arms akimbo too.
-DO NOT push yourself more than what you can do. I woke up on jelly legs today. The cramps I’ve had last night while trying to stop the ball should have been enough to get me into the sidelines. But boy did I forget that I’m turning double 3 in a month’s time! Apparently, the spirit is willing but the flesh is weak already. Kids, start with soccer early so you’ll have more years to enjoy the sport.
On work:
-normal shift is the best way to go. Not only does it give ample time to prepare breakfast (claimed to be the most important meal of the day), walking from the main gate to the office at a leisurely pace won’t necessitate applying sticky sun block cream underneath the lavender scented talc. Since most of the peeps start business as late as 10 a.m. up, the peace and quiet at the office is a soothing welcome, a novelty, calming the nerves. No grating telephone rings, endless chatter, dizzying movement of people going to and fro. Graveyard shift is good too but it does bring eye bags, deathly pallor, acne outbreaks, dry skin…well, who wants those?

Владимир - who says he ain't adorable?!?!

that's slavic for my third cat's name, the first and second being munich and bjork respectively (german names i believe) :)

i have prided myself of being spontaneous and glib and witty (a conditioned frame of mind, thanks to angel; remember the lil guy from the 'work attitude and personal effectiveness seminar?) but i was proved wrong. apparently, i needed a refresher on the course as i seem to have lost 'it'. not that i have morphed into a complete moron. well i might have, occasionally. but i must say that this occurence is not rife if not exclusive. restricted, that is, to that slavic cat which peacock strut is difficult to take no notice of.

i get rarely intimidated but when i do, i'm a goner and i so hate the feeling. it has renderred me hypotensive on one rare occasion (that was when i was tasked to do a boardwork problem in thermodynamics which went off to a real bad start) that necessitated a three-day hospitalization. but i'd say that nothing could be more pathetic and embarrassing than to be renderred incapable of simple speech for any reason fit to be divulged.

i am certain Maureen McGovern can identify with this sentiment.

heck, somebody save me from slavic cats.

losing sleep...again

I hope that this is only one of those days that happen once in a blue moon. My sleep was cut short by a rather loud chatter from the main house. When I checked the watch that I kept on the window sill, it said 9:48 a.m. To think that I finally succombed to sublime subconsciousness at around 6 a.m. Not only that, the pump, which is only a meter away from my bed (separated by 6 inches of concrete wall) nearly drove me crazy. Apparently Ponching has not finished with today's load of laundry. I decided between screaming and keeping my cool. The latter won out. What I did was drape the windows with blankets, tucked my head at the corner of the bed, covered my ears with pillows. Thankfully, I promptly went back to sleep and said hello to the world with a smile at 1 p.m. I was so hungry and couldn't be more grateful to see some still warm rice on the table (Fran's an angel). The hotdogs were cooked at the minimum and I concentrated on filling my empty stomach.
Paracetamol and phenylpropanolamine make me feel lousy but they're a big help driving the cold away. Today, I can't remember sneezing nor blowing my nose anymore. I felt so down it actually crossed my mind not to play soccer anymore. I actually went back to bed after downing a rather big helping of chicken macaroni (which I prepared after lunch) but at half past 4, I headed for the shower like an automaton. I couldn't help myself. Subconsciously, I could be thinking that I couldn't wait another day to get into the field. :) Boy, we are pathetic. We are so addicted to the sport.
My playtime was around 1 1/2 hours. It was a good workout. Everyone must have had enough of accidents already, we had none of that tonight. I missed two good passes though and a million of opportunities to make a goal. Hopefully, today's exertion will render me dog tired at the end of the shift so I would be oblivious to whatever distractions when I reach r.e.m.

Different, somehow

...this day is. Though I was a bit late (clocked in at 8:58 a.m. Hmmm, that was close). It must have been the hunk overdose. Grey's Anatomy was on TV when I came home last night and Edward Burns was on Will and Grace after that. By the time both shows were up, it was already past my bed time. With my clogged nose, I endeavor to sleep early, if only to avoid the misery of dealing with this seasonal bout with cold (Climate change. It began to get really hot last week. Summer's definitely here) but sadly, I lost the battle to my fan syndrome.

How different could this day get? For a change, I wore black loafers with my khakis instead of jeans and sneakers. Grand, eh? This might be my subconscious dressing up to welcome my new old model phone which I'm going to have later this afternoon. Sure, I have survived two months off the sms and mms circuit but being connected has its advantages so I decided to end my sabbatical. Besides, the olds have yet to get comfortable with the internet. In the meantime, sms is still the preferred mode of communication.

night and day

"Momma always says there's an awful lot you could tell about a person by their shoes. Where they're going. Where they've been." - Forrest Gump

Looking at Vladimir's shoes up close yesterday, I could tell three things:
1) that the pair has not seen much of the world yet
2) that the owner is a stickler for order
3) that it's exposure is limited to concrete and carpet

My pair was a perfect foil for his:
1) it has seen better days
2) the owner isn't exactly a model of order
3) maximum exposure to the elements of nature: heat, rain, dust, rocky roads...user weight???

This is just a drop of water in a vast ocean of differences. Some, if not all, are big enough to intimidate those with weaker constitution. Alternatively though they work perfectly fine as worthy challenges to make better of one's self :)

eureka

I've been blogging for ages but i only knew today that blogger allows multiple blogs for a single account :)