i was awake the entire day of the 17th. boy, that was quite a strange day.
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i was finally able to meet and talk to. which in itself strange, how it only happened yesterday, despite us being officemates (again) and having quite a lot of common friends. but there, there's another LJ friend i could cross out from the people-from-LJ-i-want-to-meet-IRL list.
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a friend invited me to go to bulacan. "i'm going to a quest," read part of her text message. i told her i can't: (1) i haven't had any sleep yet (2) i have to do some card readings in galleria. i joked that i could do a peter and sleep the night away while she's praying in gethsemane.
she replied it's okay, and that what she was doing would be an "astral battle." as a reluctant part-time occultist, my usual reaction to these things is: don't play with stuff you don't know really know much about. that's me talking to myself.
anyways, it's been so long since i last got any text message from anybody that really shook me up and made my brain bleed. i was really interested to see how things would turn out with that friend of mine. maybe it'll turn into something interesting, but i really didn't have the time nor the energy to do it last night.
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i didn't do any tarot readings last night. which is quite strange for a saturday after payday.
i guess i scared my potential customers with how i look. tallish, skinny, stoner-like dude in black with long hair using a really scary-looking deck.
for the most part, i didn't care. i was more focused on staying awake. i hardly talked to the receptionist or to the other reader. it's one of those nights when i wish i were somewhere else instead. again, i thought about stopping doing tarot readings professionally. it's not the first time i thought about it.
i've been in that tarot reading place for nearly a year now and still i don't have a made profile for clients to read. even some of the regular clients don't know me. the owner reminds me every now and then to submit the profile text and my photo so they could finally make one for me. maybe there is a reason why i procrastinate.
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it's always been difficult for us to meet up. he said maybe if he's still working, if could be easier for us to meet. i told him if he was still with his old company, it would've been more difficult finding a day to meet up because his off days keep changing every damn week. at least this time, it's only me who has to play around with my schedules.
i wish we could see each other more often and spend time together longer. but we have to be content with what is available to us right now.
on a different matter, he decided to add our anniversary date in his phone calendar. i reminded him the date when we first became boyfriends. "wow," he said. "time flies." indeed it does. can't do anything about that. like i can't do anything about the necessity to leave, go home, and bring my attention to other matters that are part of my responsibilities.
sleep is often a convenient sacrifice for extra time. i remember the two of us walking the length of the streets from their house to the subdivision gate, singing somewhere out there. there are certain things that are worth losing sleep.
i was finally able to meet and talk to
a friend invited me to go to bulacan. "i'm going to a quest," read part of her text message. i told her i can't: (1) i haven't had any sleep yet (2) i have to do some card readings in galleria. i joked that i could do a peter and sleep the night away while she's praying in gethsemane.she replied it's okay, and that what she was doing would be an "astral battle." as a reluctant part-time occultist, my usual reaction to these things is: don't play with stuff you don't know really know much about. that's me talking to myself.
anyways, it's been so long since i last got any text message from anybody that really shook me up and made my brain bleed. i was really interested to see how things would turn out with that friend of mine. maybe it'll turn into something interesting, but i really didn't have the time nor the energy to do it last night.
i didn't do any tarot readings last night. which is quite strange for a saturday after payday.
i guess i scared my potential customers with how i look. tallish, skinny, stoner-like dude in black with long hair using a really scary-looking deck.
for the most part, i didn't care. i was more focused on staying awake. i hardly talked to the receptionist or to the other reader. it's one of those nights when i wish i were somewhere else instead. again, i thought about stopping doing tarot readings professionally. it's not the first time i thought about it.
i've been in that tarot reading place for nearly a year now and still i don't have a made profile for clients to read. even some of the regular clients don't know me. the owner reminds me every now and then to submit the profile text and my photo so they could finally make one for me. maybe there is a reason why i procrastinate.
it's always been difficult for us to meet up. he said maybe if he's still working, if could be easier for us to meet. i told him if he was still with his old company, it would've been more difficult finding a day to meet up because his off days keep changing every damn week. at least this time, it's only me who has to play around with my schedules.
i wish we could see each other more often and spend time together longer. but we have to be content with what is available to us right now.on a different matter, he decided to add our anniversary date in his phone calendar. i reminded him the date when we first became boyfriends. "wow," he said. "time flies." indeed it does. can't do anything about that. like i can't do anything about the necessity to leave, go home, and bring my attention to other matters that are part of my responsibilities.
sleep is often a convenient sacrifice for extra time. i remember the two of us walking the length of the streets from their house to the subdivision gate, singing somewhere out there. there are certain things that are worth losing sleep.
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