What are the odds that my gym crush likes me, too?
I saw rent for the third time last night, with a new playmate. Well, for now he is. Can't be more than that, yet. Nah. Gym crush still is on top of my to-do list.
The same excitement I had when I first saw the movie version still runs through me even after the 3rd time. Why?
I got to thinking about the song "Seasons of Love" and about the question of measuring a year in our lives, and I made a list:
How do I measure a year in my life:
1. In the new friends I make. Too few.
2. In the smiles I make each day. Very seldom.
3. In the text messages I send.Too many.
4. In the Starbucks coffee I drink. Too much.
5. In the number of times I attended Yoga classes. Not enough.
6. In the books I read. Or left unfinished.
7. In the CK underwear I buy. An ex said my underwear is more expensive than the cost of all my other clothes combined.
8. In the photographs I take. Getting better and better.
9. In the new places I explore. Wish I could travel the world now.
10. In the number of parking tickets. Why do I have to pay extra just to shop and window shop?
11. In the number of traffic citations I get. From people who do not understand what swerving means.
12. In the bribes I pay for these traffic citations. We are a nation of corruption.
13. In the liters of gas I consume. I love driving and road trips and...
14. In the ounces of canned tuna I eat. Tuna will never give you a six-pack!15. In the liters of Pepsi I drink. I love soda. Why Pepsi? Ricky Martin.
16. In the blogs I write. That nobody reads.
17. In the happy birthdays I sing. Which means nothing.
18. In my car mileage. Abnormally high.
19. In the hugs and kisses my nephew Robbie gives me. Plenty and love it.
20. In the agents that get hired. Cheers to the employed!
21. In the agents that get fired. Good thing we have people to do the dirty work .
22. In the times I get into BED. Not enough! But I have this no-BF-no-BED policy.
23. In the bluefrogs I drink. Same as #22. Alcoholic na ba ako?
24. In the Icons I collect. Which means 4 issues a year hmmmpppp.
25. In the Sureseats reservations I make. Or ditch?
26. In the DVDs I watch. He he counterfeit, that is.
27. In the journal pages I write. Ah just enough to write my memoirs.
28. In the cups of instant coffee I drink. Too much, considering I get Starbucks, too.
29. In the yoga poses I manage to achieve. Hmmm had to work harder at it.
30. In the new gadgets I acquire. Am a gadget slut.
31. In the number of sleeping pills I take. OTC pills, not about to be a drug dependent. A vampire with no casket.
32. In the number of greeting cards I get from my World Vision kids. Not much, but 2 kids off to school is better than nothing.
33. In the number of Jolibee breakfasts I get. Fastfood has its advantages.
34. In the number of carwashes. Takes too much time per wash.
35. In my dates. Am not really seriously dating. Too straight a practice for my taste.
36. In my rubber consumption. Durex will be devastated this year.
37. In the mope albums I burn. Hopefully, less.
38. In the gym crushes I have. Hopefully, crush becomes BF.
39. In the TEN bottles I consume. Not much, but still excessive, since only one way to get it.
40. In the eBay purchases I make. My credit is maxed. Love it.
41. In the number of times I call my mom. Or how I avoid these calls.
I'll add to this as I go along my journey. You can help me with more ways to measure a year.
"Breathe...focus on your core. Find strength from your center..."
I did it, Parsva Bakasana, the Side Crow Pose. But only for a few seconds. I felt his gaze even before I saw him looking at me.
I was the only one in class to do it this time. I was so proud I kept on hanging to my balance. Then I looked up (why do I never listen to my teacher and always look down?) and saw him standing behind the glass door, watching with amusement on his face.
Of course, with a smile like that, I am destined to make a fool of myself and lose my balance. What's worse, I may have hurt my wrist. Grrr this gym crush has to go. What to do next?
Waaahhh.Note on the photo: taken from http://yoga.about.com
Now that term's over, and Holy Week is anything but exciting, I've got so much time on my hands I think I've got BFM - bored out of my fucking mind. What's worse is that my mind and body seem to be adjusting badly to the sudden change in momentum - stress inertia, if there's something like it. And I've got no FUN plans this week!
This is by far the most stressful term at grad school yet, though I'll be doing my compre this June. No guarantee but I'll sure try to graduate this year.
It's amazing how, after my portfolio defense last Monday, things changed. I mean, no more thinking whether it's better to underweight Hong Kong and overweight South Korea, and the likes. Now it's more like, what do I do next..when's the time slot for CSI NY again...do I gym now or later...mundane things that make up most of my days when there's no critical thinking required. Oh and yeah, been wondering whether they got bars open in Malate this weekend.
Bored out of my fucking mind. Got few book choices:
- Alan Hollinghurst's The Swimming Pool Library or The Line of Beauty. I stopped reading the first novel because I figured I'd need time to digest English culture. Now I wonder if I should zoom to the newest novel and skip his first.
-Michael Thomas Ford's Looking for It. I'll have to wait for the book I got from eBay, than spend extra just to get the same thing from Powerbooks. But MTF is such an enjoyable writer to read that I'm tempted to shed off the cash just to get my hands on this novel now, in time for the projected slow weekend.
-Jack - Straight from the Gut. I've had this Jack Welch memoir for years and I've been unable to spend time to read it. This time I'd like to finish it, as new developments in my career (hmm and what that career is, I dunno) would require me to be updated on some management style and theory. I've done Peter Drucker and look where it got me he he he. I just wish everybody reads Drucker, at least everyone at work, that is.
-A Random Walk Down Wallstreet by Burton Malkiel. According to my Math of Finance professor (Math 2 is really really hard core maths, and I thank my prof for giving us the hard time, really) this book is a must read for anyone wanting to enter the world of finance, especially investing. Well, I took his word at face value and got this book from Amazon. Guess what, I didn't get past Chapter 2, but I'm willing to random walk the extra mile this summer.
- Bobos in Paradise by David Brooks. This one influenced me a lot, and been meaning to read it again. Essentially it's about how the lines between bohemia and bourgeois are now blurred by the new generation of bobos (bourgeois bohemian).
You guessed right. This boy's got no love life. And I'm damn sure I'm better off without it, at least for now.
Note on the photograph: This is one scene off the streets of Vigan at dusk. Taken sometime end of January this year, while I was on a road trip with friends en route to Pagudpud.
Am so excited about RENT. Add this one to my list of favorite movies of all time. Ah where do I start?
Okay, Roger (Adam Pascal) looks eerily like my gym crush. There. See? The resemblance is strong enough to merit RENT a space on my desktop wallpaper and screensaver.
Hi Sunshine, wouldn't mind seeing it a thousand times so if you are reading this, let's have that Monday night date we've talked about and sing-along with RENT!
PS. I know, I know, this post isn't my original photo, lifted it off the Adam Pascal gallery. Just couldn't help myself :-)
Whew, interesting night so far...
First of all, haven't had much sleep because of my poftfolio project. My fault, really, as I've been watching
QAF's last season while doing the variance-covariance matrix for my Asian fund. Ah still have to run the optimizations before I could do my prospectus presentation. Guys this is just school work, nothing serious.
Second, went to the gym before work and had a good workout, except that I saw my crush leaving the gym with someone new in tow. Hmmmpp. Torpe kasi.
Third, met an old friend and his partner for dinner and coffee. This is the interesting part.
They've been together for two years now and their courtship is one for the books, with my friend the one being pursued and giving his suitor the runaround for almost 10 months before, at the moment when Mr. Suitor is about to give up, my friend realized he was already in love. Happy ending so far, with the usual spats of jealousy and insecurities considered normal in any relationship. Kudos MG & C.
And while I've known my friend's partner for years now (we were introduced one early morning session at the gym many many months ago) tonight is the first time we talked and shared stories for hours, and basically getting comfortable being friends. Yes, I've earned a new friend tonight. And I'm so glad I did.
Am inspired to write despite my deadlines. Seventy-two hours and I'll be grilled like I've never been before, and yet I'm coasting like there's all the time in the world.
What else? Well, there's some similarity between the story of MG & C and my story with JL. Yes, we kind of started the same way, with one (JL) pursuing the other (me) shamelessly for months. Me giving JL the runaround, keeping him at bay, just giving enough to quench his thirst and keep him coming back to me for more. Me having the last say, so to speak. Until I fell for him.
Well, that's where the parallel ends: JL gave up on me, C didn't on MG. I can see it now, and I'm more certain than ever that whatever was there between us in the first place, it wasn't meant to be.
One line I've heard not too long ago: There's more to a relationship than wanting someone. A fitting ending to a saga that wasn't supposed to run in the first place. Chapter closed. Moving on.
What are the odds that my gym crush likes me, too? 
