The 20th of January was another "Bestfriend*" Day. I shed SOME hair (against my will) after each time I shampoo, attempt to dry it with a towel, and brush it right after, but that's basically IT. I don't lose my hair at any other time of the day unless I pull it out myself or somebody else does. Ouch, by the way. A couple of weeks ago, "Bestfriend" told us to pick up the shed hair that MIGHT CLOG THE SHOWER DRAIN. True to his command, we do pick it up (against OUR will, this time). Then on the 20th of January, he scolded us (or parang ganon kasi his regular tone seems either like a bellow,or a shout) that we shouldn't (or I shouldn't) leave my shed hair OUT of the shower (note: OUT), that's the lavatory area. I'm a self-acclaimed pilosopong Tasya. I'm Ms. Sarcastic. So, instead of the usual, "Nakakainis talaga si Bestfriend, lahat na lang pinapakielaman," I settled the issue with silent laughs. Twisting the logic is just exciting this time. Haha. However,I still felt inis because he reprimanded us about our alarms that go off several times during the morningwithout either one of the two of us (Denise and I) getting up. What does he care, honestly? He bugs the hell out of my shedding hair. Haha. It all makes sense in a tiny little circle that is the reasoning area of his brain. Haha, again.
The 21st of January gave me mixed feelings of dread, nostalgia, and the feeling of moving away again.
DREAD: Switching from a bedroom from the ground floor to the next room on the 2nd floor, we MIGHT not have a Cable TV inside the room. "Masyado na yata maraming naka-connect dun sa box, baka lumabo na yung cable." (They're LEGAL, anyway.) The TV might stay outside of the room, in the sala-like upper floor lounge. NOOO! Goodbye to our daily marathons and post-midnight channel flicking! NOOO!
NOSTALGIA: Picking up my stuff and moving them upstairs showed me some of the things I'd rather not see anymore. The Mom memories. AGAIN.
I need not elaborate on the FEELING OFMOVING AWAY AGAIN since the last two topics might have given you the idea, anyway.
Denise and I finished moving and fixing at exactly 12:00 am when I attempted to write THIS blog on paper but failed to do so due to tired and lazy eyes. Half of a good news arrived, though, despite the fatigue of going down then going up carrying stuff NOT IN BOXES. "Sabi ng tito niyo bibili daw siya ng shelf para sa tv diyan." YES! Does that mean we are going to have a tv inside the room? And that having a tv inside the room means CABLE TV? Then YES! That IS good news! Even better is that our bedroom now is actually way bigger than the one we had downstairs. The windows no longer have dirty, Green curtains, but clean, Off-White, flower-adorned blinds! "Ingatan niyo yung blinds, ha. 4, 500 ang bili ko diyan." OH YEAH! :)
My Achi hasn't been an easy sleeper since her systemic lower UTI (Pyelonephritis) 3 years ago. 2 years ago, she could barely take the pressure anymore of staying up until 6 or so in the morning so she has started to take Melatonin, pills that would knock her out within 30 minutes of taking them. Since the move to their house, she never had even one pill of that and the pressure is once again back. Gino gave her one medication which he had. Ate Niki said it would make her sleep.I asked her to show it to me and it was gabapentin Neurontin. It WOULD make her sleep but that's not the indication of the medication. It's the side-effect. I had one patient who had that in the past and I can remember it being an anticonvulsant to prevent post-herpetic neuralgia. The point is, Gino had Shingles pala. Kawawa naman. He showed me the marks of the damaged along his chest and abdomen. That's weird.
I have a friend that I'm fearing that her life might fall apart or might BE FALLING apart. She's a very good friend of mine and I have always known her as the responsible type of student, who pays attention in class, doesn't miss classes, and still able to manage her boy-crazy life. But a couple of months ago, she moved to a dormitory and a little later than that, she and another friend of mine's (who happens to live in a dorm nearby) been going out a lot with guys and going to bars hours on end. Now, she's just too different and too difficult to talk to. She seems.. lost. But I couldn't tell her becuase she might tell me I'm just inggit. Sure,I wouldn't mind having alot of guys in the palm of my hands, but I don't want to lose control of my life any more than I did when my ex and I broke up last August 2006. I keep telling myself now that maybe she knows what she's doing. Maybe she does, because after all, I know she is responsible, right? But the excessive boy-crazy life has been bugging me a lot about her lately. I don't even talk to her much because I no longer have anything to tell her. I'm beginning to see her as a disaster or a disaster in the making, and I'm sorry that I'm a coward that I couldn't even try telling her. Don't judge me, you might not be her friend that I am.
