Archive for February 2009
bearing boredom
Last Tuesday, my co-teacher and I decided to dress up for the day. It started with Ate Mara who has been excited to wear her new pink blouse. Seeing an opportunity to fight the deadening boredom, all five of us agreed. Here are the pictures that inspired us to continue this dressing up stint: every tuesday until we get bored with it…hahaha..I just hope that day won’t come to all of us:
Watch out for next week: ballgowns, cocktail dresses and wedding gowns
Add comment February 13, 2009
keeping it real
the weather hasn’t been that cooperative lately. a drizzle in the early hours of the morning will get you a downpour late in the evening. the valentines’ day, now i’m talking, will perhaps be celebrated with a little gloomy sky and wish-wash of rain. god knows what’s really going to happen.
as for me and my *king…well, hmmm…who’s counting? i do have plans for both of us but as always…i have to wait for his decision. blahblahblahblah…
i admit, i have observed that it has always been me who does most of the inviting, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera. it’s not that i am complaining, but sometimes, especially this valentines’ day, i wish he has the initiative. (dreaming of flowers, and chocolates and a candle lit dinner.)
anyway, i have asked my *king to meet me tonight (02/13) at gaisano mall. he doesn’t want to but i have bribed with ____
can you guess?
it’s not what you’re thinking. hmp! dirrty!
i bribed him with a new mp3! haha
just that.
i realized that i can complain all i want but still i can’t change him or something. so i decide to simply do the best i can in this mish-mash of sweet nothings.
have a good valentines’ day y’all:)
Add comment February 13, 2009
Complaints. Complaints.
I was riding on this jeepney this morning when two women behind me began talking about another woman passenger. I was sitting in front while these women were at the back of the jeepney.
The older woman began, “Had the woman dropped off?”
I didn’t know who was she talking about and to whom she was directing the question. I didn’t even have any idea if the person whom she was directing the question was her acquaintance. So it went…
“Yes,” a younger woman answered. “She did at Catalunan[1].”
“I see. Isn’t she so disrespectful? My hands still sting from the zipper of her bag.” The older woman hissed.
Listening to them, I deduced: 1) that the first woman was outraged because the woman passenger did not express any gratitude 2) that the former picked her bag which dropped on the jeepney floor after the driver took a sudden break. What, perhaps, irked the older woman more was 3) the woman passenger was a teacher!
“She’s a teacher. Right?”
“I understand she is. Yes.”
“Well, what could she be teaching to her students? My granddaughter knows better than her…”
And the older woman’s complaints went on for almost maybe 10 minutes before she dropped off at Matina.
“Ahhh…So from where are you ‘te?” asked the younger woman.
“Relocation, Batch 2, day” she answered. “My family’s sick these days. You know, cough.”
“I’m also from Relocation.”
“Well, when my granddaughter unconsciously coughed in my face, she would quickly say sorry. But that woman…” the older woman went on. I could imagine her shaking her head off in disbelief. “If she’s still on this jeepney, I would surely comment on what she did.”
“Surely.”
“Perhaps I would suggest that she buy her own jeepney…”
And it went on like this that even the driver beside me seemed to slow his driving pace just so that their conversation won’t get drowned from the jeep’s sound.
The older woman, I think, could have done better than complaining on her seat. This goes for everyone else. As for the younger woman, she could at least cut short the whining and tell the other woman that s*** happens to everyone.
Well, anyway, I was also conversing to myself about this situation. Maybe the older woman deserved even a simple thank you. But, the woman passenger must have had a bad day, why can’t the former just get it? Right? I would be pissed off too by that garish action from a woman but that’s that.
As for being a teacher, I think, the older woman must leave it as that. Being a teacher, too, I would say that what my actions are don’t mean that I’m also teaching my students like that. Generalization doesn’t help. It makes things worse, instead.
Maybe if I was sitting with this older woman, I would have cut her rants.
To the woman passenger, if one day the two of them ride the same jeepney, again, please make a room for reconciliation.
A lot of people have had complaints in life but ironing out even a single of these complaints, actually, eases out a bad day. Not to mention, a decrease of the millions of complaints in the world.
[1] Catalunan Pequeño
Add comment February 6, 2009
just some breather i need
I have had one of the most depressing weeks this month. It is not because I don’t have a date or anything for the Valentines. Well, maybe it’s just that life has all too suddenly come crashing down on me—I can’t seem to find a space away from responsibilities. Everywhere I go, there is that big sign hanging in front of me with a big, bold, glaring ‘R.’
These responsibilities range from my daily doses of vitamins to take, lessons I need to prepare for my class, clothes that need laundering, my academic papers that are piling every week. Woah. I need some breather for this one. It’s not that I’m complaining—no, I don’t think so—it’s only that with everything piling up (not just the dirt I see on the roads) I don’t seem to find contentment. Satisfaction. Sedate feeling. Whatever you call it. The last year’s grudges are still there. Happy 2009! But here I am, unable to feel happy. And this week? It’s getting worse! Just so terrible.
I have found myself writhing from abdominal pain, breathing exhaustion, counting headaches. I have had almost anything. Worst? I have been plotting against an ex who defaced me half of the Philippines! A friend told me just this week that thinking evil does not equate being one. It is ones responsibility to keep one’s sanity! And I agreed with him. No. I mean her.
This whole grudge thing has kept me up even on my vacant hours. Then…here comes Friendster notice. I received in my email a notice from this social network that my ex’s current [may] have invited me to join her network! What could that possibly mean? And did I write that it was because of that notice why I started freaking out this way?
Just before last year ended I talked to this girl who told me about what my ex’s had been telling everyone. I tried to forget him—no, I’m not having this post-love thing. Ok?—his bad mouthing habits but it seemed to keep on haunting me. And here comes 2009 with a new surprise!
How can I possibly stay focus on my responsibilities if things like this keep on resurrecting from the grave? Is there an RIP for heart-ego-pride-identity-womanhood-aches? Or is there a way of stopping, even for a day, such grandiose RESPONSIBILITIES from coming up to me? I could wish for more than this.
It is just so discouraging that I cannot seem to control my emotions this month. Perhaps, what has been happening to me for the past days were all results and consequences of repressed emotions. (Thanks Sigmund.)
I don’t like being depressed, nor being stressed from these. Is trying to be satisfied and contented from life a depressing activity? What about those problems and ex’s that keep on coming along? Is there no way I can free myself of those?
See? I’m ranting now. It’s all I can do to sustain my pretty f***** up life!
Add comment February 5, 2009
