A heartbreak, a birthday and a gathering
A couple of days ago one of my friends came up to me in tears. Her boyfriend broke up with her and was looking for someone.. anyone to talk to. I guess this is one of those times where your friendship is tested in terms of making time for people who need you.The weird thing about this was.. deep down inside, I felt that I was sobbing louder than my friend was.------------------------------------------------------------------------
It was an old friend's birthday today. I texted her greetings and she replied with "hu u?". I really wanted to reply to the message but I was hurt to the point that I didn't bother texting back. This was the third time that she asked me who I was after texting, and I didn't want to tell her who I was a third time.I am probably among the stupidest thoughtful souls on earth. Where can you find people who remember your birthday without looking at a birthday reminder- And actually make an effort to greet you?I really should stop this habit.. of giving more love than what you're getting.------------------------------------------------------------------------We had a reunion of old friends at work. After exchanging stories and the usual pleasantries, I could really feel that so much time has passed.. so much time has been invested on the wrong people, the wrong company, and (sigh) the wrong girl... ...and life is coming at me too fast to keep up.
The lady you shouldn't be like
Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any similarities to names, places or events is coincidential---------------------------------------------------------------------------Back in my father's hometown, there was this lady who married a very successful businessman. This lady came from a wealthy family, the youngest of 4 sisters, so she did not have to work a single day in her life eversince she was born. Even though she married into this businessman's family, she still didn't work (or even bother to). Other than making babies, she was a useless wife. She never cleaned, cooked, or do laundry in their household. There were always servants who did that for the family. Even when their maid left them, she still refused to cook, clean for the family, lest even do the simplest of chores. In short, she was a spoiled senorita. All she did was get the hard-earned money her husband would give her and spend it lavishly buying appliances. She was living a good life. If this lifestyle was not loatheful, her attitude was even worse. Eversince she was a maiden, she was fond of telling tall tales aboutthings and people just for sake of telling stories. It was even known eventually when the people she was talking about talked to each other,that they were just being rumored due to the false stories that this lady had been telling their neighbors. She found it amusing, while others were greatly angered by this habit of hers. Even when they migrated to the US, this lady, in her old age was living with one of her children's families. This proved to be a great plight for her hosts. Her real colors showed and the children were enduring her attitude of capriciousness and lavish living. Almost naturally, she was trying to make the husbands and wives of her children quarrel amongst each other. At first it was hard to believe, but eventually, it was apparent that the same story of her attitude was common to all the children's families that she spent time with. No one wanted to take care of her anymore. Not even her grandchildren were close to her. This is because she never had the heart to take care of any of her grandchildren.
Whenever she feels like it, she calls to the stranger walking at the sidewalk in front of her house. She would offer them food (that her husband would worked so hard to feed the family) - anything just to chat. It seems that this has been the only thing she has been good at - telling stories. At this day and age, this is quite dangerous since inviting a complete stranger into your house opens up a lot of possibilities for being burglared, etc.
So in their ripe old age, when it finally came to a point that the family of the husband could not take it anymore, the husband divorced this lady in her old age. At first, the children of the businessman were against this decision, but in time, they saw with their own eyes these longsince traits that this lady had. It became a lesson for their whole family. In their whole clan, there had been no one as useless as this person. When she was sent back to the Philippines, not even her other sisters would want to take care of her. There are 7 of her sons and daughters in the US with her but none of them could bear with her attitude either. The last of her sisters who did try to take her in ended up hating her even more because of her inconsiderate nature. Now, no one of their family in the US would ever talk to her, she was sent here by all of them because no one wanted her anymore. She would just be left here to die in her old age as a useless old lady. To this day, she still reeks of laziness and continues this philosophy in the remainder of her days.
By the way, this old lady is my father's mother.
The powers
One evening I was walking with a gal pal in greenbelt when we ran into one of our arcade angels (girl barkada arcade goers). Upon seeing us, she walked over and kissed me on the cheek. My gal pal was just NR (no reaction). After dispensing the usual pleasantries, we bid each other goodbye. Then my gal pal and I went on walking. Once we were out of earshot, she chided "grabe, chikboy ka talaga" (god, you're such a playboy). I snapped back on reaction "huh? she's my friend, duh". "Yeah so if she's your friend, why does she have to kiss you?".. [ At this point I really wanted to yell " because you've been raised in a cave and she's been raised in the city !" ](The girl we ran into -- she's just like that. Not that I'm complaining about her being generous in her affection. She's no easy girl, she happens to be very respectable.)..instead I just returned with "then kiss me too if you're envious, hahaha". She finally shut her trap after that. She doesn't seem to realize that some people's values aren't as tight as hers, and that it's 2005, not 1980. Come to think of it, the gal pal I was with is supposed to be closer to me than the girl we ran into but she never did kiss any guy she ran into at all.I know the remedy just for her - she needs a boyfriend.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------I was lining up to have the stuff I bought at a convi punched. There was this girl in front of me, tall and rather pretty. She stepped on my foot by accident. That wasn't bad.. (Yeah I'm sure.. two inch-heels stepping on my foot wasn't bad). The girl apologized aptly so I gave her an "it's okay" wave. If she wasn't with some guy, I would have prodded her to step on my other foot so I could get angry and so she could apologize a little more then we'd share a table.
That was the second time someone stepped on my foot this week. The other time was a line at an arcade. Again by a pretty girl (again with a guy). I wonder what is it about my foot that girls want to step on it.
Or could it be.. that I'm standing too close? ^_^ [ Like hell I'd do that ]
The new worse-than-death fate
I am doing myself one moment of profoundness. I never want to talk about the political situation in the Philippines in the cybercafe because I have stopped believing in the power of words a long long time ago... (and after being inspired by my exposure to post-secret, I will throw tact out of the window once again)Have you ever been in a situation that your hand was caught while holding the frame of a closing door? The difference of this from the usual accident is that the door was closed with a really strong force. The force was so strong that it broke every bone in your hand, left a big break in your palm, heavily bleeding. Then you were scheduled to have surgery to have the nerves in your hand treated and a lot of bandages. Then after months of waiting for the wound to heal, your hand undergoes rehabilitation. Then finally, your hand heals completely.The next time you see that familiar door that you used to comfortably place your hand on to lean on, you hesitate as to whether you want to ever try holding on to that door no matter how many times the person who closed the door (by accident or not) promised never to do it again.THAT IS WHAT HAPPENED TO EDUCATED PEOPLE'S HOPE FOR THE PHILIPPINESSmashed beyond full-recovery, scarred for life, and forever with a doubt of things ever being the same...I have nothing but false hopes and wishes for the future of this country as long as those who wield power in the Philippines are not doing their part. If there are people deserving of good things in this country - it's those who labor hard. Those who create value, those who do their share in building a nation's economy. Yes, it's you, who gets to surf and read this post - you know you have money you earn from working. You are doing our nation a great service and I salute you. You, the member of the workforce, the businessman, the saleslady, the call-center agent, the engineer, the doctor, the designer - you do not need to do anything extraordinary. You have already paid your dues in full by paying taxes. There is nothing more for you to do than cuss at the quality of public service we're getting.And I salute you, the student, who is aspiring to land a good job or run a business here. May your burning enthusiasm light the fire of perseverance in us all and give us consolation in our tired and trying times. May your being the son or daugher of a rich family not blind you from seeing the responsibility that comes with your blessings. And those born of the low and middle class, I spare a thought for you - you are perhaps the only future hope of our country.Ok, that didn't sound much like me - it's like some sort of prayer, bwahahaBut that felt good - getting to take all that shit out of my head. I am too busy for worthless things like Philippine politics. Maybe when I see something really happening (which is like.. 2000 years from now, I'll be very dead by then).Peace out
Adipsia Hypernatremia Syndrome
I heard this from a friend in the medical profession. She was going to report on this disease in their medical conference. This syndrome is characterized by the absence of feeling of thirst (when one is thirsty). I didn't believe that such a thing could exist. Imagine - not feeling thirsty when you're thirsty - it's close to dying from dehydration.Now I just had a thought - there must a good version of this Adipsia Hyperwhatchamacallit syndrome. What if there was an "absence of love" version of it? That would be good for career-focused people. Not feeling the need for love (when you actually need it) helps you to continue happily with your career goals without hesitation. More importantly, it helps you get more things done in your life since you've making more time for other things.I know a friend who might need this syndrome. She is 27, and is losing hope of finding a boyfriend. She is pretty and all, but I guess there are just some people who haven't been dealt the hand they wanted. I wonder how this disease is contracted - I might want one too hehehe
Those times
3 girls in one nightI always believe in coincidence.I met 3 girls last night. On the way back to civilation after work, I had to take a detour because the pedestrian underpass being closed to foot traffic. The first girl was introduced to me when I met an old officemate on the way to the mall. He had to go the other way when we headed to some intersection so me and his friend were chatting for some while all the way to and into the mall. She seemed nice and sounded innocent for her age. The second and third encounter was an even cooler coincidence. I was on my way to the ride home and I had to take a leak. The nearest restroom was already closed, so I had to go back in the mall and head to the cinema level, which I'm sure was definitely still open. When I stepped on the escalator on the way up, another former babelicious girl officemate with her friend was on their way up too. I quickly tugged her sleeve pretending to be a stranger asking for directions. She whirled and was a bit shocked/surprised/elated to see me. She also introduced me to her friend (which she brags to me as her best friend). It was the perfect time to run into that friend of mine because it was her last day at work so I was goading her to treat us to coffee. I know I would be wealthy faster than she would ever have time for coffee but I asked anyway. I bid them good evening and headed my way. We just texted a bit for the rest of the evening.( just what were you ppl thinking when you were reading the title? )In and outTwo milestone events occured recently. I ran into an old friend (as old as when we were in prep). After exchanging the usual pleasantries, I asked him how his miel was doin. They were no longer a couple, was his reply. She left him (for a guy with a car). (Not to brag, but I'll vouch my prep buddy is definitely boyfriend-material.) So, after almost 3 years, he's free again. He should have taken my advice. He should've gotten a car instead. =D Had he stayed single that long, he would have made enough to buy a decent pre-owned one. Then he would have gotten a girl that wouldn't leave him (for a guy with a car, BWAHAHAHA).[ yes, as you noticed, I have an inkling for relationships when only the guy has a car. I will discuss that in another post ]Moving on, another one of my gal friends has formally press-released that she is officially in a relationship. Now that I had something to do with. She was getting impatient as the guy was playing it safe too long. Finally it's out in the open. I hope this one's for the long haul.Here's the thing - In both accounts I am happy :D
