Why do your eyes say the same?
What's with all the unending care?
When it's done and over
For you and me..

Why are you still asking
With a friendship for keeping?
When it's done and over
For you and me..

Just tell me why
And if i should keep on hanging
If you love me, let me know
If not, then let me go

Why are you still caring
When it's done and over
Give me a reason for staying
Or better yet, let me go....

If this blog could talk, it must have pulled my hair already and told me "Cathy, pansinin mo naman ako!!". And then I'll answer back saying "Sorry. I've been busy making money with my two other blogs and here at work". That's the blunt truth. If Ronald haven't asked me why this ain't having any updates, I wouldn't remember to give this any at all. This is supposed to be my first online personal journal, "The Perfect Dash of Red". But I've been missing to give any updates.

Well, well, well. The first thing that came to my mind was last Saturday's Trip. I woke up at six in the morning, and I started bugging my sister about the contest she'll join later in the evening. So I end up coaching her of her diction, posture and mannerisms while singing. While doing that, I was preparing breakfast for four. Since mom is busy outside with the neighbors, I just thought it would be better to make myself busy with the household chores. I was thinking that I'll do a good bath by 7am and work on my OJT papers by nine at school. But I was feeling really lazy that I took my bath by 8am. So I was at school by 10am, and found my way to Sir Charlie's office. We had a good time talking to each other, that we haven't noticed Sir Charlie's already testing his markers on my DTR. Darn!! But he told me he wouldn't need it anyway. So it's fine. The funny part at school was I have to find a comfort room that I can use. Unfortunately, I ran from the lobby to fifth floor just to find a rest room. The restrooms are currently being renovated and that would mean I have to climb the stairs on the way to the auditorium. Lucky me, I didn't pee on my pants.

I'll have a date with friends by noon, and so I went straight to Ilustre. We had a fair lunch at Penong's. And I rated it fair because of the following grounds. Firstly, waiters should be the one handing the menu to their customers, not customers asking for menu. Secondly, being polite and courteous to your guests should be observed always. We asked for a follow-up for our orders and they said a blunt "Hulat lng". Thirdly, don't let your customers wait for a good damn hour just to get served. Fifthly, they have to hire more people. Sixthly, their food didn't taste as good as what I had before. But then again, considering the number of people they have to serve, I want to give them a fair rate for trying to keep up with the demands of the given circumstance.

After lunch, we headed straight to Fair Lanes. And we have to wait for another good hour for our company. Ronald had not experienced playing pool before, so I said that a game of pool wouldn't hurt. Before that novice could even beat me with mere luck, Guil arrived and we finished three 15-ball games. I was about to beat Ronald in our first match in bowling when Paul arrived. I have to say "Here, Here, Here" when Ronald said it's the sport he's a dope at. Peace!! After being done with bowling, we went straight to the mall by foot and poor Ronald spent for 4 tokens for the basketball only to be beaten by me. Hahahaha..

We went separate ways after he gave me his promised Saturday treat. And I went home, excited to see my sister in her contest. But unfortunately, she quit in the last minute, because she's losing the guts to face the crowd. Poor sister! It was actually the first time she joined one, and I can't blame her if she felt so nervous.

My day went well last Saturday. And I'm looking forward to a movie treat by next week. The Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Caspian, here I come..

I was just trying to calm myself after an argument with a "friend". This is just one of my rants. I was just so offended by what he did. He didn't give me a chance to defend myself. We are both part of a common circle of friends. I simply wanted them to talk things over and avoid saying something behind each other's back. And I hated him accussing me that I am being biased and I had changed a lot. The way he talked to me is something that I can't really tolerate.

The circle of friends I grew fond of, giving them my whole trust that we know how to respect one another. But I guess, this is just one of the many friendships that I have to let go. Saying nasty things is no way to resolve an argument. And I myself can't take it anymore. So i ended up telling him that the time has come for us to say our goodbyes to the friendship we both had and shared.

It just pains me to leave the three years of friendship we had. But i guess, we have to say our goodbyes.

On my way to work, I was busy looking at other people's faces. I was wondering what kind of lives they live. Almost everyday, I always see that crazy woman in rags in the street. I was thinking what kind of family she had. I see the pink Porsche and saw the woman driving it. I was thinking of what university she attended during her college.  And I saw myself in her car's window. A reflection of a girl with her eyebrows almost meeting at the center. Then I smiled to myself. One thing's for sure. I know my family loves me. If not, I won't be of any difference to the crazy woman in the street. I may not have the same luxurious car as the woman I saw in her Porsche. I'm just an average girl who knows that I am loved. I live by my own means. And I am blessed with a family who loves me and friends who knows how to pick me up when I lose myself. I am neither of the two women, but I am who I am.

MY BEAUTIFUL MEDIOCRITY