funny love

i was laughing to death when i read a friend's blog on love. i hope he doesn't kill me for posting it here. here goes...

LOVE? not my priority.

Why is it LOVE never became my priority?

1. I have a busy life. [Client's demands, hectic schedules, academic requirements, Runway's reputation, friends' commentaries, and so on...]

2. I have problems. [Who doesn't have one?]

3. I have weird preferences. [I don't fall for hot guys, Looks is always the secondary criterion and I can't distinguish lust from love]

These are my considerations before laying my cards to someone special. The reasons might sound familiar but believe me I faithfully follow them.

                            

hard rain

it's raining outside.i'm watching.it's beautiful. how it dims the bright lights from the light posts by the bridge and the streets, the red lights from the carsand the white and blue lights from the skyscrapers some meters away. the lightning is magical, the thunder enthralling.

i wanted to get coffee, obviously i can't now but i'm enjoying this every minute...the white mermaid on the green circle can wait tomorrow or later.

i hope the rain won't stop until after 12:00 midnight....

and  darwin says we're going out for dinner! no rain's stopping him.

clackers early in the morning

my sister woke me up 20 minutes before my alarm sounded this morning. we agreed last night to go to the airport together to save fare. her flight's an hour before mine and she's taking another airline which we are both “suki” of thanks to go fare! i'm flying through the flag carrier.she's bound for cebu, i for manila. we were in the airport more than an hour before she flies and more than two of course before i do. so what? you'd think. the thing is, i still could not understand sometimes why people can afford to be late for their flight. Take this family for example. Their in the same flight as my sister. They look like they're to attend a reunion in cebu.they should be excited or something...no! they arrive like exactly 6:30 am, departure time when everyone else have already boarded 15 minutes ago. i was amused at how airline personnel were running around like headless chickens carrying the family's hand carried bags, ushering them through the gate and talking on the radio/ walkie-talkie whatever those hideous bulky fones are called. i thought, “ kawawa naman” after i saw one of them in polo barong stopped by the green podium-like fixture or whatever it's called, breathing heavily but smiling and for a couple of seconds dangled his tongue. “nawala ang poise ni manong!”

i guess it really is the responsibility or duty of airline personnel to go as far as that for their clients, afterall customer is always right. but i also think that no matter the circumstance, passengers should have checked in at least 15 mins before departure. forget the be-at-the-airport-3-and-a-half-hours-before departure shit required by the airlines because it's a stretch really, just be mindful of the inconvenience it causes the airport personnel and the other passengers who appreciate or value being on time. also, yeah save yourself the embarrassment of being endlessly paged or called and the sight of you running to the plane especially when you are made up and in heels clacking.

what now?

i've just move to a place near (sort of)my workplace. finally! it took almost 3 weeks to find a livable place that's within my meager budget. it sure is a lot easier right now because i don't have to wake up at 5:30 am to make it to my 7:30 am class. this morning however, i went to jolibee to buy breakfast and while waiting for my pancakes i suddenly just wanted to cry. i don't want to be here. i want to be somewhere else. i try everyday to just forget this feeling but somehow it treacherously finds its way back to my consciousness and i get really upset. my classes are a welcome relief. i enjoy them.they're many and it's good because i get drowned in the activities i don't have time to think. the drawback however is that papers are now starting to pile up. this is one of those things that make me not like what i'm doing.i escape it whenever i can. right now for example, i am scheduled to collect and reconstructs the syllabi of the socsci department plus prepare my grade sheets, prepare test questions for 4 different subjects, and of course check 3 sets of papers...obviously not fun, not to mention a bit unrealistic to finish. we'll see. i'm just on the syllabi thingies and i've already procrastinated by making this entry. i think it's henry's music that's adding to my depression and reinforcing procrastination mode. i've already left him to draft the criteria for the contest we are holding later this month, also left him with rubrics for grading our students performances. in short i'm free riding anew.things however keep coming. work load keeps ballooning. and it's just been what, three weeks? and this stress. boy was i glad  i went out as often as i could the week i got back. i was glad too for the nice wedding i got to attend.a beautiful,beautiful break to this situation i've put myself into.the night before the wedding was glady's pajama party and monday night, emee called to meet up at lobby bar. wednesday night tina and apol invited me at chinito's opening where i nearly fell asleep in middle of dinner. i don't say no to invitations.i don't want to. i want them to keep coming. they're my escape. a co-teacher invited me to the 100th birthday celeb of her grandmother, dang it i said yes without hesitation. i don't know the lola but what the heck if it's what's gonna help keep my sanity intact then i'm in.

i don't know what happened that iseem tohave lost my direction.i'm afraid for my 30th birthday.

random

i was infuriated last night when i caught this contestant in pinoy dream academy said before he sang his audition song which was SUMMER BREEZE that he made his  own arrangement. when he sang it, it was JASON MRAZ's version. this freakin' liar and on national television!!!damn. joey reyes seemed impressed or something. i mean hello? liar liar! i like the show compared to pinoy idol. i don't even know why i'm comparing but the academy is really good. contestants get legit feedback. they're really being taught.but after last night? man, i just totally lost interest!
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a couple of got the chance to watch on tv brandon vera's controversial loss to fabriccio wedum in the UFC held in london. this guy vera is sure a popular guy ( and he can cuss!he's cool though!)the crowd was booing the whole time, just not sure if they were because vera's the crowd favorite and that the entire stadium's actually his fan base or because they are intelligent like that they don't tolerate prematurely stopped fight. anyways, these UFC guys are real gentlemen.they respect each other and they're cool after a fight. i think i've just been the newest UFC convert.

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i find it odd what i saw on the news last night about a certain town in albay held a huge hamburger eating contest as part of some fiesta celebration. i wasn't aware that we are a hamburger country or that there's a hamburger culture so huge we have to include a contest like that in our fiestas. it's just a bit incongruent the fiesta which is very filipino and hamburger which is so western. it just doesn't seem right.

murky...but clear to me

"get angry! why don't you get angry?" she asked me while we were having late lunch. " i don't know " i said. " i want you to express your emotion. i want you to shout, whatever, just let it out" she continued. " what can i do? i don't have the emotion you want me to express" i answered. it frustrated her that i was calm and looked fine. pat's worried that i am just suppressing my feelings. the thing is, i wasn't hurt or anything because i got turned down. if anything, what happened was a huge favor. i wish i had made it happen much, much earlier so i had known much, much earlier that really there was no point in keeping my word. i only wanted to find out if whatever is left inside of me is real or am i just holding on to an idea that is not one bit real. i wanted to find out for sure. i am assuming i was misinterpreted. it's easy to be but i don't give a care anymore. at the end of the day, while i've made myself look like a fool for making sure i stick to my word, i still am convinced that i am a much, much better person because i've done nothing wrong and have been as honest as i could possibly be. i'm at peace with that.

of firsts and facing fears

the last 2 weeks have been the shortest growing up period for me. everything that i've done within this span of time i never thought i would do or would be able to do...some happen too fast, some too soon albeit long delayed. let me explain.

pat's greek/australian friend theo came to the philippines for a month long visit. because pat couldn't be there for him all the time ( as a tour guide/ nanny ) she asked me to fill in for her. i agreed. i thought i was doing her and theo a favor by sharing my time. it turns out, he, theo would be an instrument to my growing up. something which should've happened ages ago.

some may find it bizarre that two weeks before i've never in my whole life tried to ride a bike. years ago i've decided it's difficult  so i never entertained the thought of learning and told myself it's not as interesting as everyone says it is.  but this person, when he learned i didn't know how to ride the thing made it part of his mission in life to make me learn to ride a bike. my first try was in lamesa ecopark ( my first visit ) approximately 2 weeks ago. we borrowed a mountain bike from a couple of bikers who were looking for the boating/kayaking area in the park. after much protest i decided i couldn't change his mind so i rode the bike. theo was on my left and this owner of the bike on my right. we had a few rounds and some shrieks i've never done in my life but i didn't learn plus aching shin but i didn't learn. theo was still bent on making me learn. when we got to bagiuo( also my first time to this place. it's been elusive. all plans i've made to visit never happened and it did when i didn't) a few days ago, we saw bikes for rent at burnham park. he rushed to rent a bmx for me and taught me for hours. i learned. i might've fractured the base of my left thumb, had both shins swollen, my right knee bruised to death and right ankle cut but I CAN NOW RIDE A BIKE.it feels good and free. i saw the video he took of me and i felt proud of myself.

i have an ardor for water but i don't know how to swim so when in the beach or pool i never go deeper than my chest level.like biking, i've also decided a long time ago i'm not gonna learn it because it's difficult. the fact that i don't know how to swim also shocked theo that, again he made it his mission to teach me how to swim. it's in my immediate plan i told him to enrol in a swimming class because it's a good exercise for my weak back ( because of my scoliosis i decided to abandon my i-don't-wanna-learn-how-to-swim-mentality ). he fast tracked my plan. in subic ( also my first time here. it's just not a favorite place ) , just minutes after we got to the resort we checked in he told me we're going for a swim. patiently, he taught me. i've learned to float and freestyle after 4 hours. the next day he taught me how to breathe while swimming and tread the water. i suck at both and i felt bad ( i still do). he also taught me how to dive. i learned very, very fast and he was proud. i didn't realize how big it was that i now know how to swim until after swimming around one of the three biggest islands ( quezon island ) in "the hundred islands" ( again my first time here. i got to visit earlier than my scheduled visit )  3 days ago. after that one whole round, i still couldn't believe i did it; that i swam around. of course i stopped several times to catch my breath and to fix my mask, to cough after drinking salt water but i did it. i enjoyed it enormously especially because for the first time in my life i've really felt that i was snorkeling for real. i've snorkled a lot of times in the past but the water's like i said never been deeper than my chest level. i've never been comfortable in the water when it's deeper than that. but in the hundred islands i was swimming waters beyond  10 or so feet. i've also learned to tread water ( flippers do help a lot ). the sight under water was absolutely amazing. the colorful corals were beautiful and so were the parrot fish, butterfly fish,some crawling fish, eel, groupers, several variety of angel fish, urchins among others i don't know what's called. the swim to see the giant clams between two islands cost me three cuts a few scratches. i was bleeding when i got out of water but it was well worth it. i've never seen giant clams in my whole life. i'd do it again without any reservation whatsoever.

the day before the hundred islands swim and such, i had the chance to try surfing in san juan, la union. i've been to this place before but seeing the waves i got scared and decided surfing's not for me. but the insistent theo had me try it. i did. i still don't know how to but it was an incredibly good feeling to ride the waves on a surf board. i kept falling even when i was just paddling. the waves were violent so i wasn't hard on myself plus i was exhausted from the trip from bagiuo. i'm looking at learning how to surf. i feel that i should give it another go. i'm no longer scared of the waves ( after this person dragging me to catch them until i can breathe no more ).

while in bagiuo, i also got the chance to learn how to play fussball. i've been attracted to this game but i never really saw any fussball table until this trip and i bet my head on this one, only shooters' got a fussball table ( and only one ) in the whole of bagiuo. i lost count of the games we've played and i'm mighty proud of myself because i played relatively decent games. there's also that nice feeling when people started to gather around us watching our game. apparently, the fussball table in shooters don't get to be touched much. after, the fussball we played pool. i was surprised to find out that i still can play decently. i honestly thought i would suck like crazy since it's been 9 or so years since i last played pool. we left shooters with me still ecstatic at the fact that i was able to play fussball, that i can actually play it and that i can be competitive when i decide to or when there's something great at stake. the bet in the fussball game was for me to look at the aquarium that contained an albino snake. i'm scared of snakes. the sight of them gives me goosebumps. everytime i lose a game i had to look at the snake and i hated it. i won some games and i was getting used to looking at the snake so theo upgraded the bet to touching the glass/aquarium. i thought i'd faint at the prospect of doing it so i tried to do well in the succeeding games. i was successful for awhile until his expertise caught up with me. he dragged me from the fussball table toward the entrance where the snake was. i touched the glass. hairs at the back of my neck stood like armies on alert. hateful!

before the road trip, i got to try go carting for the first time. it's so cool despite being just a passenger. i don't know how to drive a thing ( not  even a bike during this time ) so was scared of ending my life through go carting. i've already committed myself to doing it again sometime soon and when it happens, i'll  be driving.

theo is also into paint balling so i  suggested we go play some after go carting. unfortunately, the place chu and i went to paintball before he left for bkk has already transfered location so we were left with nothing much to do. theo suggested we go to starcity. i'm not a fan of amusement parks. i've been to starcity just once in my life and i got bored. even enchanted kingdom doesn't interest me. i have entertained the thought of going to enchanted only because friends wanted to go and i can go anywhere my friends want to go. like a lot of things i've decided a long time ago amusement parks are uninteresting, crazy rides are scary. once i was forced by some people i work with to try roller coaster. i was hurt and was crying the whole time. i hated it. and now this greek person insisted i try all rides. he bought unlimited ride ticket for me and warned i better use it. i thought i was gonna die at the newest looking roller coaster. at the surf dance, i shouted like i never did before and said the most number  of " shit ", " damn it " and " f*** "  anyone can possibly say in a few minutes. i still question the entertainment value of the rides. even the adrenaline rush they say that rides give i didn't and still can't appreciate. my first unlimited ride  will most likely be my last unlimited ride. i'm just not inclined to doing it again.

this last two weeks had been surreal not only because of what i've mentioned but because of other firsts and facing my fears i chose to just accomodate in my memory bank. i'd like to believe that aside from having learned some new skills that are either useful in this life or just for the sake of having fun or both i've become a  slightly different person in the way i think and  in looking at things. theo is a necessary event in my life just as much as the last two weeks had been.

just smiling a bit

i have a reason to. i was having a little chat with joey ( the smart, pretty, adorable person that she is,  not joey my housemate-nephew-friend ) when all of a sudden she asked, " are you seeing anyone? ". i said i wasn't and the blabber that i am continued by saying it'll be awhile before i'd probably attempt at seeing anyone. i'm still sort of emotionally unavailable. besides i don't fall that easy i told her. reassuringly, she said "someone's out there for you". she's sweet i think.i smiled at her. at the back of my mind i said " i still need to forget about someone before entertaining another someone ". then it hit me, he's no longer the person i think in the mornings when i wake up or in the evenings before i go to sleep. the realization is making me smile more these days. i'm doing well in the "forgetting" department. it's a good thing because being bitter is the last thing i want to be. don't hang on for too long, it breeds bitterness. remember the good things not the bad.keep happy memories not sad ones. i'm just glad.i'm making progress. it's important.it'll help keep the promise of friendship.

african plum

i don't know what's gotten into me yesterday when i woke up. instead of fixing breakfast ( more like brunch though ) i started painting my fingernails and what color? dude, african plum. my little, short fingernails don't look nice in this color, not one bit but for some odd reason i wanna keep it at least for a day more. then this morning after having breakfast with joey and joey ( they're a couple. the boy joey's my nephew-friend and the girl joey is a beautiful, smart, adorable person i really, really like even without giving  us a ration of turones de casoy and fresh sweet basil ), guess what? i painted with the same color my toenails. i mean what the hell is not right with me? is this another regression mode? last time i checked girls in high school ( and boys too ) are the ones who choose this very dark color because in their quest for an identity or some kind of a fashion or so statement they think being dark and gothic is cool. to a certain extent i kind of envy them because at least they know why they paint their nails with such color even if older people and well some people, plain as that, say in chabacano " ay hoon, ebo ya gayot,  amo gat se cosa bo ta ase ". in my case, i can't figure exactly why i'm wearing this color on my both my finger and toe nails.geez! i have a friend staying with me for a couple of days before she leaves the country ( why is everybody leaving? gawd!) and if she sees these nails she'd probably say " gawd! what did you do to yourself?" or maybe i'm just so self-absorbed to think she'd notice. oh well, i can be so " feeling" like that, crazy like that.

notoriously lazy

i'm not liking myself very much these days. it's been four days since i got back and all i did so far'seat and sleep ( and attempt to polish my RRL which i never got to doing ). if i am not sleeping i'm just lying there daydreaming, imagining and hoping if i make those few steps to my balcony i'd see hot pink cabs in the street instead of the boring white ones.damn, i'm notoriously lazy like this!

if anyone knows a pill i can take to just get out of this current state please give me a ring a'ight?

one of the thoughts i'm stuck with at the moment, actually it keeps playing every now and then in my little watery brain is this stranger's( a dutch who sat beside me on my flight back here ) words. he told me, i look like a person who should be travelling given my interest in the world. i thought he's right. i'm interested in and about the world. he asked which places i like to visit. i obliged by enumerating first the ones in asia namely vietnam, myanmar, indonesia and malaysia.in europe i said i wanted to go to greece, turkey, georgia, russia. i saw a slight surprise in his expression when i mentioned the eastern european countries. he suggested i consider amsterdam. i said it's also one of my favorites. then it occured to me while i'm talking to this person, i'm actually trapped once again in that daydreaming mode. i quipped before i turned my attention to the distant view of the philippine territory " this lifetime is not enough for me to be able to go to places i want to go to". he retorted " then you might want to consider converting to buddhism ". we laughed.

i really need the pill.