Busy Days Approaching

I have this theory, i think the reason why i'm getting crazier each day is because i live alone. Well, i know independent living certainly has its benefits, but it would be unfair for married people or those still living with their parents if there won't be any disadvantages, right? and so last week was the height of my affliction tagged as " i hate living by myself syndrome". The heavy rains (or was there a storm, i wasn't sure coz i haven't been reading the papers or watching tv lately) seemed to be the answer for people who wanted to extend their sleeping hours badly and just simply wanted to avoid annoying co-employees - imagine, no work for 2 days! i could have been extremely happy if it happened a year ago, but since i moved out of my parent's home and started living life as an adult capable of taking care of herself, a really heavy downpour can be a little lonely. I was forced to bite into the ultra-high prices of coffee and tea at starbucks since it was the nearest "comfort zone" i could find during those windy, rainy, cold nights (alone again...naturally, playing in the background - hehehe, mushy). What made it worse, my room was so messy, i couldn't stand hanging-out for the entire day and i was not in my usual OC mode to clean it, and that made me gripe and do my self-pity drama even more.

Friday came and no rains! thank God! It felt rather weird but i was really happy to report to work for the first time. The good Lord must have felt so much compassion for me coz He made my Friday real nice. We had this round table discussion with one of the Ramon Magsaysay Awardees this year - Mr. Sayeed from Bangladesh. He was a former TV personality and is quite popular at Bangladesh. For the past 25 years, he has been helping people from his country gain the love and appreciation for reading. He has established 500 reading centers and has a number of mobile libraries that goes all over the different districts in Bangladesh. He is truly inspiring and i'm really glad to meet him in person. My Friday night was a bit laid back, i just bought a new pair of sandals at robinsons place, ate dinner at my favorite resto - Alda's, had my usual baywalk stroll, soundtrip and read books at the feenk fad, and then, around 1 am, had my doze of zzzzzz...

A few days from now and the ber months will already be starting! which means, A LOT OF WORK for me and the rest of the museum staff. There's the Rice exhibit this September, Zero In on October, UN Month, and of course, the preparation for the museum's anniversary/gift giving celebration on December! whew! But I'm actually looking forward to all these, atleast it will take my mind off from things and people that shouldn't be on my mind in the first place :)

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Virgina Woolf is making me crazier! After reading "The Hours", I was intrigued to know more about her, and then, last night, i came across one of the essays she had written titled "The Death of a Moth". Now, i understand why she was driven to commit suicide, she has thought of really dark and depressing things (like that essay).