I would like to watch you sleeping,which may not happen.I would like to watch you,sleeping. I would like to sleepwith you, to enteryour sleep as its smooth dark waveslides over my head

and walk with you through that lucentwavering forest of bluegreen leaveswith its watery sun & three moonstowards the cave where you must descend,towards your worst fear

I would like to give you the silverbranch, the small white flower, the oneword that will protect youfrom the grief at the centerof your dream, from the griefat the center. I would like to followyou up the long stairwayagain & becomethe boat that would row you backcarefully, a flamein two cupped handsto where your body liesbeside me, and you enterit as easily as breathing in

I would like to be the airthat inhabits you for a momentonly. I would like to be that unnoticed& that necessary.                   -Margaret Atwood

Finally I got my landline installed. I also bought a new computer table which I spent the whole day assembling. The day after, I had to gulp two tablets of painkillers because my hands became stiff out of screwing and attaching the table parts. I thought of suggesting that concept to a reality show. Assembling a computer table is one of the more difficult challenges I encountered in my lifetime. The manual isn’t much of a help because some parts do not match… screws come in different sizes and it’s up to you to figure out which one is for which. If you do something wrong, you’ll have to de-screw and do it all over again. And to top it all, I wasn’t using a screwdriver. That’s the reason why the nailfile on my nailcutter doesn’t look as it was before. I just had a dose of reality of having a landline installed inside your room. At 2 AM, you hear your phone ringing. You ignore. And it doesn’t stop. Wait! You can’t easily turn it off like your cellphone. So I answer. A lady is looking for someone named “Susan”. I asked “Susan Roces? Susan Calo Medina? Or Susan Sarandon?” No, she demanded, Susan *****! “Ah, walang Susan na nakatira dito eh… Susana, next time, i-check mo ang number na dina-dial mo. Lalo na kapag tumatawag ka ng alas dos ng umaga. Bye!” There you go.

I finished watching THE OC first season in just two days. So you could imagine how I spent reminiscing what was it like during the Dawson’s Creek days. How I wanted to knock some sense out of the characters, Ryan Atwood and his penchant for the word “trouble” and Marissa who I don’t know what was it like to be stupid, beautiful and troubled all at the same time till I saw her. I rolled my eyes so many times that it helped me not get sleepy in between episodes. Oh well, it was worth it… I wasn’t able to visit LB this break because of it.

Save your souls! I’m having this blog on a Good Friday. To which, in my things-has-to-be-parallel universe, should do better than just a writing exercise for me. This has to be good… things has to be good.

This Holy Week has been the only break I ever had since I set foot at my current work. The only time in about a year that I could put my mind off of what’s about to happen the next day. I thought of going on a vacation or something… but I chose to raid Quiapo over and buy these TV series on DVDs which got me pre-occupied till 7 AM the next day. I’m now currently thinking of a variety of things I wanna do before reality sets in again Wednesday next week.

I need to buy a new LPG, get my landline installed, do monthly cleaning, take my laundry to the cleaner…

Maybe tomorrow I’ll be off to Los Baños… if I couldn’t prevent myself to scan bargain books at National Bookstore.