day thirteen:
i went to my wife's house and chatted up with her mom. in the same afternoon, i visited her cousin at a hospital and tried to catch up.
this day has been about journeys. it also was about going back and moving forward, always with that certain glimmer of hope that things will be better only if we hang on to our faiths a little longer.
i went around robinson's place in ermita to get eros a fan. i almost forgot to mention that i spent a good five hours at work this day and by some twist of fate had to mediate between two warring adults acting like kids.
day fourteen:
out of all the days in the week, this one i can call my own. i didn't have to go to work or didn't have to worry about having to go to work. i can stay at home and sleep for as long as i liked to.
but life's humor is always ironic. i woke up around 3:30 in the morning, a point from which i started chatting with my wife. i couldn't sleep, though she has repeatedly asked me to get some rest. i did try but my mind was wandering. so i decided to watch a movie.
now this one is interesting. i have seen the book but considered it too 'popular' so i decided against reading it while everyone else has their nose stuck in their own copies. i saw hollywood's latest treatment of larsson's the girl with the dragon tattoo starring daniel craig (one of my ultimate crushes) and rooney mara (up and coming then when the movie was being filmed but emerged an oscar best actress nominee) and i would have to say that the movie had enough in it to make me want to read the books. mara rocked in it, she 'is' lisbeth salander - mysterious, does not give a rat's ass about what you say and she dons a pretty cute mohawk. that bit made me envious.
i am still in that stage where i would delve at anything and everything to keep my mind off of the notion of smoking. hence the movies,the travels, the going back and forth, the admission that i miss my mohawk.
day fifteen:
first day at work. and as expected it was hectic. all i could think of when i started my shift was the want to go home and see my wife again. that was all.
i was not able to get myself anything to drink before i took a ride going to the office so i had to wait until my first break. i took a walk to 7-11 and bought myself a bottle of milk tea and chocolate muffins.
i had to keep my mind and my mouth busy. and you can think of that bit any which way you please.
i am still attributing the insane pattern in my appetite as part of my withdrawal symptoms. not that there was ever a pattern. i just felt like always having to put something in my lips, always taste something in mouth other than a lit cigarette.
have i thought of smoking again?
of course i have.
but every time i think about it, my hands and sometimes my feet would start to fidget or begin to moisten. i hold on to what i know would be best and tell myself over and over to not yield.
i need to be stronger than this.
today i finished reading 'room' and picked up 'the rule of four.' i remember giving a copy to a friend as a gift two christmases ago and i have no idea why i did not attempt to read it before giving it away. anyway, i got my copy at booksale in moa about two or three weeks ago, for a reasonable php 75.00. i am actually smiling just thinking of it right now.
speaking of books, i have decided i will collect stieg larsson's millennium trilogy all because of the excessively damaged and recluse lisbeth salander. there is something about this character that begs for more than one's curiosity - it is this nagging need to actually understand her struggles and how she came to be.
i went to my wife's house and chatted up with her mom. in the same afternoon, i visited her cousin at a hospital and tried to catch up.
this day has been about journeys. it also was about going back and moving forward, always with that certain glimmer of hope that things will be better only if we hang on to our faiths a little longer.
i went around robinson's place in ermita to get eros a fan. i almost forgot to mention that i spent a good five hours at work this day and by some twist of fate had to mediate between two warring adults acting like kids.
day fourteen:
out of all the days in the week, this one i can call my own. i didn't have to go to work or didn't have to worry about having to go to work. i can stay at home and sleep for as long as i liked to.
but life's humor is always ironic. i woke up around 3:30 in the morning, a point from which i started chatting with my wife. i couldn't sleep, though she has repeatedly asked me to get some rest. i did try but my mind was wandering. so i decided to watch a movie.
now this one is interesting. i have seen the book but considered it too 'popular' so i decided against reading it while everyone else has their nose stuck in their own copies. i saw hollywood's latest treatment of larsson's the girl with the dragon tattoo starring daniel craig (one of my ultimate crushes) and rooney mara (up and coming then when the movie was being filmed but emerged an oscar best actress nominee) and i would have to say that the movie had enough in it to make me want to read the books. mara rocked in it, she 'is' lisbeth salander - mysterious, does not give a rat's ass about what you say and she dons a pretty cute mohawk. that bit made me envious.
i am still in that stage where i would delve at anything and everything to keep my mind off of the notion of smoking. hence the movies,the travels, the going back and forth, the admission that i miss my mohawk.
day fifteen:
first day at work. and as expected it was hectic. all i could think of when i started my shift was the want to go home and see my wife again. that was all.
i was not able to get myself anything to drink before i took a ride going to the office so i had to wait until my first break. i took a walk to 7-11 and bought myself a bottle of milk tea and chocolate muffins.
i had to keep my mind and my mouth busy. and you can think of that bit any which way you please.
i am still attributing the insane pattern in my appetite as part of my withdrawal symptoms. not that there was ever a pattern. i just felt like always having to put something in my lips, always taste something in mouth other than a lit cigarette.
have i thought of smoking again?
of course i have.
but every time i think about it, my hands and sometimes my feet would start to fidget or begin to moisten. i hold on to what i know would be best and tell myself over and over to not yield.
i need to be stronger than this.
today i finished reading 'room' and picked up 'the rule of four.' i remember giving a copy to a friend as a gift two christmases ago and i have no idea why i did not attempt to read it before giving it away. anyway, i got my copy at booksale in moa about two or three weeks ago, for a reasonable php 75.00. i am actually smiling just thinking of it right now.
speaking of books, i have decided i will collect stieg larsson's millennium trilogy all because of the excessively damaged and recluse lisbeth salander. there is something about this character that begs for more than one's curiosity - it is this nagging need to actually understand her struggles and how she came to be.
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