I am not angry

"If you are experiencing anger today, use it as a tool, dear Pisces, don't through it away. Anger is your hammer, it is important. The key is to put it to an immediate process or else stress and tension will build up. Putting a stopper on your emotions will make matters worse. Get your anger out by speaking. Your voice is incredibly important. If you suppress your voice it will turn into introverted rage."

One good example why we shouldn't believe horoscopes.

I am not angry; not the least agitated. Actually, I feel quite mellow for someone who's having an unnaturally long bout of a caffeine buzz. It's the afternoon slump and all of my calls have been for naught. What to do? What to do?

Start a blog, obviously, to ward off boredom and entertain whimsical and downright illogical thoughts. So, this is my 15 minutes... spread over I don't know how many entries (until I get bored, probably). This is my call for attention for my otherwise uneventful life.

I was just ruminating over my normalcy, whence squeezed among the early MRT throngs of humanity. Hmmmm. Compared to a former colleague of mine who is the same age -- who's been pregnant while still in college, raised two kids on her own, got pregnant by another man, eventually married no. 2, had an office affair with another married man, and is the object of intrigue and scandal in the office because of her ability to lick ass and to escape administrative disciplinary sanctions-- I could be called a no news item.

I've done things the right way -- or so I think. Studied hard, abstained from boys, got involved in hobby that became a passion, got a job to sustain that passion. That's it. Normal.

I've no grand dramas in store. Only small moments.

Like for instance, my fascination for self-improvement or how to tame my frizzy fine hair, my quest for clear smooth skin and finding my true love. Cheesy. But that's how it is. That is my preoccupation these days.

Last year, I resigned from a potentially rewarding job (both financially and professionally) because of messed-up dynamics (or internal politics aka bosses from hell). So my main worry was how to get a job to have money to sustain my lifestyle. After all, a single girl's got to have her regular facials, dentist visits, shopping jags, book binges, and Starbucks frappucinos.

Now that I have a job, one which thankfully allows me some liberties (like blogging), all I can think about are my mundane concerns: hair, skin, face and boy/s. I have a supportive family, non-invasive friends, and free board and lodging! Seems like these are the only things I can ask (as of now).

And so, I go...