more random shrandom

not-so-hectic activities of yesterday (and early this morning):
1. field research work for the current assignment at 11:30 am.
2. a meeting with the bossings at 12 noon.
3. training at the control room at 5 pm.
4. back to the same meeting at 7 pm.
5. meeting wrapped up at 2 am.
6. previewing/writing a 1-minute profile script at 2:30 am.
7. done with the writing assignment at 7 am.
8. went home at 8:30 am.
9. wasting precious time blogging (instead of sleeping) at 10:30 am.

a predictably not-so-hectic itinerary for today:
1. tentative shoot for the new assignment at 12 noon.
2. writing of initial script structure for the new assignment immediately after shoot.
3. accomplishing of additional tasks for my two writing assignments.
4. previewing/pre-editing of footages from the 12noon shoot.
5. submission of 1-minute profile script for the new assignment before Feb. 2 turns to Feb 3. Hopefully hopefully hopefully, several hours earlier.

it's thursday. two days to go. mahgawd. i'm really going through with it. let the games begin.

funny scenes from the past two days:

Scenario: Conference table. Midnight. A big meeting that's been goin on for too long with too many attendees in it.
Scene: Right in the middle of exchanging text messages with my seatmate ("uy, check out (the guy sitting at the other end of the table), he's flirting with (the guy sitting next to him)", "the floor director's gay, right?" and other inanities that could only come from the Hopelessly Bored), i notice the two fellows from across the table whispering to each other, looking at me, grinning.

Me: (amused) Bakit?

they keep grinning. they look amused that i noticed.

Me: (grins back nervously, getting paranoid) Bakit nga?!
Fellow 1: (loud enough) Bluey totoo ba?
Me: Ang alin...?
Fellow 2: Di ka pa nagkaboyfriend?

i almost laughed out loud. in relief, somehow. oh, THAT. not what i'd been suspecting. whew.

Me: Ha?
Fellow 1: NBSB ka daw?
Me: (jokingly demanding) pano mo nalaman?! (thought bubble: secret yon eh!)
Fellow 2: (looking incredulous, ignoring my question) Bakit?

it was hardly the time to discuss my love life (or lack of one, that is) in the periphery of a work meeting. not with people i've only known for, what, five days. and yes, not with F.G. within hearing distance.

by this time everyone on our side of the table (bored cogs-in-the-wheel like me) were curiously looking my way...including FG. arghh. if it were just the two fellows and me it wouldn't be that big a deal. but he was there. that made a friggin difference somehow.

Scenario: Resto at lunch break with FG and Seatmate from last scenario.
Scene: Chitchat over the guys who had made the mistake of falling for FG and consequently got themselves rejected. Silly fools! Haha. Of course, ang haba ng hair ng lola. And it's so silly, because he was probably, quite simply, in the right place at the right season. It's not exactly Pretty-Boy season around the common workplace these days, ya know, may drought nga ata sa mga crushable na lalake, and people do need to have someone to lurve and worship every once in a while, so the likes of FG will probably do for the majority of them who are into those spiffy-lookin types.

Me: so pano mo nalaman na type ka pa rin ni (name of common acquaintance)?
Seatmate: oo nga, pano mo malalaman? (nagre-research din for future personal reference, hehe)
FG: eh...halata naman sa mata pag tumitingin sya e.

for a moment it sank in on me. the eyes are windows to the soul, didn't they say that. could they be windows to the proverbial, most-friggin-overrated "heart", as well? i was thinking these things and for a moment there, while i was looking at the person, i felt that i had inadvertently, unintentionally bared myself.

shit.

if he had noticed anything the slightest sign would have been him everting those eyes. pulling the moat back up, in the subtlest of ways. he's probably done this rejection "style" dozens of times before, he's already mastered it. haha!

i know i'll always have a soft spot for this princess. but i don't want to be reduced as a mere statistic. a member of the "fan club".

haha. yuck.

i'm glad he's around, though. he's a great addition to the survival kit.