Taekwondo blunder

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embarassing, humor, Sports, taekwondo

So since I got lazy after my happiness (http://randomvignettesdotcom.wordpress.com/2012/06/01/the-guy-from-the-bus/) had subsided last Friday night, I was not able to prepare for my class the next day:

Taekwondo at 1pm.

But since I was not able to enroll online on-time (are we seeing a pattern of laziness here?…hmmm.) I have to go to school earlier: 11am. Yeah. That is manageable. But…boy I was so wrong!

I woke up from the loud bangs on my door. (What the? It is a freaking Saturday! Why is someone knocking on my door at 9:30 am?!) Lo and behold, my ate (older non-biological sister/close friend) was there, standing in front of my door, delivering her regular sermon on punctuality and stuff and that I should be eating breakfast by now. I just gave her a groggy nod. After she left, I went back to bed and woke up at 10 am.

10 am? Will I be able to get to The Fort in an hour? Bath, breakfast, factored in? Uhm….Nopes.

So after I drank my brewed coffee hastily (aw! aw! the coffee burned my upper-inner mouth), swallowed my croisan  croissante  unusually hard outside but soft inside bread, off to my Taekwondo! Hiyaaaaahhhh!

While blindly running on my flats (yep, I was not wearing rubber shoes…) I started perusing the enrollment form. On my first ride (there were three rides before I  get to The Fort), I filled up the application form while aboard the LRT. Okay. A little balancing here and there. Zoom! No sweat! On to my next ride!

MRT! Time check, 11.10. Gahhhh!!! Okay I have to run like hell now. I will make it at 11.30. I can do this! I will sure kick some as….what is this? Passport photo and photocopy of any ID? Shoot! Lord, is this really for me? Is it really meant to be? But NO! I refuse to be a fatty! I refuse to be lazy! I refuse to have stretch marks!

This is Makati! I am sure there is an accessible photocopy machine and picture booth here.

After looking around like a crazy person, I found it! A photo copy machine! YESSS!

Okay, after paying 5 pesos (anak ng tilapya, 50 cents lang yan sa kanto namin!), I was not running anymore, I am beating the hell out of the ground with my flats while running towards the photo booth. I didn’t not comb my hair anymore. With my sweaty self, the camera clicked and go!

Me: Can I have it now Miss?

Photolady: Uhm, we are still printing it Miss. Kindly wait.

after 2.3 seconds…

Me: Done Miss?

Photolady: Still printing. Kindly wa—

Me: Just print 1 Miss and keep the other 5 (Hehe.As if! ) I am very sorry. I am late so I have to get it now.

Photolady: (smiles), handed me my…oh my God what is this???? I am so pretty in the photo! The lighting there was perfect! Tehehehe!

Anyway, now that all the requirements are ‘ready’, I was literally flying to my next ride, the BUS!

I frantically rummaged for 12.00 pesos in my bag and bam! I got em! Nice!

Okay, so I jumped onto the bus. And then….what is this??????It is half empty! Time check: 11.35!

GAHHHHHHHHHHHH!

I went to the driver. Asked if this thing will go in 5 minutes. He told me No because there still needs to blah blah blah blah. I nodded at him and…………left!

When I got off the bus, I saw a glimmer of hope, TAXI!

I got in again and carefully given my instruction to the driver and that we should fly if it is possible just to get to class before 12pm. While on the taxi….

Taxi driver: What are you doing in _____________?

Me: Class po.

Taxi driver: That is right. School first before many boyfriends. Or…me first. KIDDING!

Me: (What the??????)

Me: Actually, I will go to my Taekwondo Class.

Taxi: Owwww.

Me: Yeah. Nowadays there are a lot of sick people. You have to know self defense. You have to kick their asses so they get off of you.

Taxi. (Silent).

And at 11.50, I finally arrived!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Woot! Woot!

I got on the elevator just in time! It was already closed but I refused to take “closed” for an elevator and so, I obsessively push the “open” button!

It did open. Nice.=) Tehehe.

Inside was a Korean man. He’s probably 40 or what. He looks fit. He looks like he is going to the gym. His apparel is apparently sponsored by adidas. From top to shoes. Cool.

TING! 3rd floor! I did it! Nyahahaha!

Oh…the fit-old man also came to my class…Hmmm…okay.

Long story short, I got to enroll at 11.52 and officially enrolled at 11.59! Nyahaha!

LUNCH time. Yippee!

Burger steak at JOLIBEE!

At 1 pm, there were already a number of students in the class.

And all of them are wearing……SHOOT! Jogging pants!

Oh dear! Oh dear! this is not happening!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

At 1.05, the teacher came in. I hope he is nice.Ow. He looks familia—the man from the elevator!!!! Aigoo! Aigoo!

Anyway, since it is our first day, I THOUGHT we will just talk about Korean history, Taekwondo history and stuff but then I heard he uttered, ...we are going to do SOME kicks today.

NOOOOOOOOOOOO! I am doomed!

When he asked us to stand up finally, after introducing himself, bow,….he started talking again but suddenly stopped and glanced at me…

Teacher: What are you wearing? Are you wearing a skirt?

Me: Uhm…No Sir.. This is called……..SKORTS. (And then I turned around to show him the “shorts part” of my “skirt”…

For male species out there. A skort looks something like this:

Teacher: …

Ahhhhh! Sigh! What an outfit to start my Taekwondo! Geez. So embarrassing. Anyway… I managed to kick hard and do some 45 degree kicks, forward kicks, and other kinds of kicks. I was also the best shouter or HIYAHHHHH! Hehe. ( We have to shout or else, 10 push ups!)

Geez. I did like 40 push ups because these creatures arent shouting HIYAHHH! when they are doing the kicks! I swear I wanted to kick them!

Anyway, that’s it for my first Taekwondo class! I promise, I will wear a gown next class….

HIYAHHHHH!!!!

The guy from the bus

Tags

books, bus, humor, love, lovelife, people, stranger

It was a rainy Friday. (Yep, I was just referring to the interesting thing that happened to me a while ago). I finished my reports so I do not have any take-home for this week-end (yippee!). Since I do not have anything for tomorrow, (aside from Taekwondo which is like 1pm), I decided to call my friend and ask her to meet me up after work. However, I believe she was still sleeping since her work is night-shift. So after 23 missed calls, I figured that maybe, she was still sleeping. Oh well.

So while I was walking along Ayala, towards the bus lane, I saw a familiar scene: Animals  People fighting for their lives to get on the bus! The thing I hate the most more than corrupt government officials is the heaviness of my bag and laptop plus a drizzling evening with full buses. I gave up on the first, second, third bus! It was hopeless. But then, I just walked ahead of everyone and saw, from afar, a bus of hope! I giddily get on that bus and luckily, there were still seats available (Which is happening very rarely, yeah, like eclipse-rare). For those who do not know what a bus (or at least, my bus) look like, it has 2 columns of seats: one side is for twos, the other side, for threes.

So I journeyed inside the bus. It was the longest trip ever. Second only to my trip to the bath room when it is 2 am in the morning. Finally, when I was about to reach the end part of the bus, I saw a three-seater with only two people sitting. MY SEAT! Yehey!

As I was negotiating my way through the seat, the guy (let us call him the unimportant guy…) the unimportant guy motioned both of his legs side-wards. Since I am a girl and can read gestures like this, I hesitantly agreed to be sandwiched inside the seat.

To illustrate:

At first, I do not really care anymore whether I get a comfortable seat or not. as long as I sit, I am tamed. I was seated, but the freaking aircon was so cold! It was broken! The guy by the window (yep, he is the guy I would like to talk to you about…) he was just immersed in his own bloody loud headphones. I did not care. God, his head set was so distracting. I just want to recline and read any of my on-the-go books that are packed in my bag (Game of Thrones, Peaks and Valleys).

I glanced at him. He was cute.Oh no! He was handsome, not cute. He has, what are these that I am detecting??? Biceps?! Yeah. They are biceps. Anyway, (he was wearing a manly tight yellow t-shirt and…oh, I think we was wearing jeans) as I have already perfected the ergonomics in my seat, the position of my bag with my laptop, my wet umbrella, my bag, I was ready to pull out my book when suddenly, suddenly, this guy started to pull his book out of his backpack sitting on his lap as well!

I cannot believe it! He was actually reading book three of the Hunger Games trilogy! (The one I have not read yet). Oh My God. For 3.2 seconds, I struggled. I assessed the situation.

Will I proceed on pulling out my book? Wouldn’t that look awkward or competitive or weird since he was the first one who pulled his book out?

Is there like a dibs system in book-reading in the bus in the first place?

Should I just read the back part of the book he was reading since, I have not read it anyway…

 

 

You know what I did? I turned into that annoying stranger who peers through her seatmate’s books! I am not sure if he noticed it. Maybe he did not care. He was still in another world anyway.

Catching fire? Was that the second book or third? How about Mockingjay? Is the book he was delicately holding in his hands the book I havent read yet? Oh my God. Should I ask him? Maybe I should. I should not! That is weird! But he looks nice. Okay. Go. Poke him. Uhm, excu…Nooooo! You were too slow! The moment has passed! Oh wait,what was he doing now? He produced some tictacs from the deepest depths of his mysterious back pack. Maybe I should cough. I have a flu and runny nose anyway. But it will sound fake. and what if I get attacked by a sticky cough?That one that does not stop! Okay. Change strategy. He was reading again.

Hmmm. The aircon is too cold. (I know this already; I saw it was broken). Uh, yeah, he responded, while clicking on his headset (to lower down the volume maybe).Should I offer my other jacket? I was wearing my blazer but I have another one in my bag. Geez. That will make me a mother or a granny. Nopes. No jacket-offering.

After 35 minutes, we just moved 3 inches. Friday night and rain is the best combination to come up with a good bad-ass traffic. While he was still reading, my eyes struggled to read his book. Damn, his fingers are too big! I cannot read it. At last, the time has come…

(poke poke)

(turns off his headset connected maybe to a phone or an ipod)

What is the title of that book?

Him: Mockingjay

Me: Ah. I see. Okay.

Him: Turns his headset on again. Reads.

After 3 seconds

(poke poke)

Him: Yes mam?

Me:( WTH? Mam?!) Is this the third book?

Him: Yes.

Me: Is it good? Because I read the first two and the second one was just okay.

Him: Actually this one is also just okay.

Me: I see. Okay. Go on with your book. I am sorry.

Him: (Smiles)

Well, it was traffic. I was bored. So I proceeded with my original plan.

 

 

 

 

 

I kissed him on the cheek!

 

 

 

KIDDING!!!!

I read my packed books. After some 20 pages, I finished the Peaks and Valleys book. A self-help kind of book for those having a “middle crisis” in life and in work. Next, I proceeded with my Game of Thrones. I was having a hard time finding the perfect position to read my book! I kept on rotating my bags to allow a breathable space for my book however (or shall we say, fortunately) these Japanese buses are so small I bumped my ginormous bag to him. I know he was not hurt (if yes, tss, what a sissy!) But I said sorry, with my most kitten eyes.

He said it was okay. Then he started talking to me about what other books I have read. We talked about the Millennium trilogy. We talked about the Lord of the Rings. Wicked. Books blah blah blah. Finally, he introduced himself.

Him: By the way, my name is Arvin. (extends his hands)

Me: (shakes his hands…..soft.But not woman-soft. Just right) I am Cecil. (But I said it in an accent I think: Seeh Seul)

Him: Leslie?

Me: No, Cecil

(not sure if he got my name right…)

As I was enjoying the moment, I figured that the earth has already conspired to sizzle out love our attraction sparks. It was time for me to exit the bus…..And then he said, you will ALSO get off here? And I was like yeah… (but in my mind, it was more of like YESSS!)

I have to walk a little bit more towards my next ride. But in my mind, I was already calculating (Hmm, I think we still have some 12 fighting minutes to talk to each other). These are the things I got to ‘salvage’ from him:

He is an IT person

He lives in Valenzuela and takes the LRT

He works in Makati

He is impatient with clients (and I was like, you do not look impatient, you are all-smiles now!….he smiled again)

He lost his 2 ipods in the LRT

The other one gift from his mother

It was stolen during Christmas

He was so happy he did not notice it

He would have taken it back (and I was like, are you going to punch him?)

He said no. Just take it back (And I was like, dont run after snatchers. They might even kill you for just that.)

And blah blah blah.

He said that since tomorrow is Saturday I could relax. I said no since I still have to attend my Taekwondo class (my first class take note.haha) and he was like

COOL.

Oh my God. Inside me I was like:

Tall: Check!

Good Looking: Check!

Reads a book: OMG Check!

Smiles beautifully: Check! Check!

Falls under “I will meet my future boyfriend in a bookstore/bookshop, anywhere as long as he reads”: CHECK!!!

Ahahaha. Hay. He was still talking and asking about this book when suddenly, he noticed that I was hesitant in my stride.

Him: You know the book 3 in 1?

Me: 3 in 1???

Him: Yes, it is a Japanese authored book! It is a…

Me: Uhm, I have to go this way.

Him: (He was walking a little bit fast so he was like 2 steps ahead of me) Waves (that single manly wave which means a cold…….BYE!)

I kept on walking when I realized, we are still on the same path! (Grrrr) But too late, he was already on his way to the train, and me, on to my next ride, the FX.

With those 3 minutes, we could have uttered a more decent good bye to each other. Too late. Too bad. And to top it all, it started drizzling.

Haha. In fairness to this night, I liked it. I had fun with a stranger. I actually would admit that he had me at…books! I would like to say I hope to see him again but geez, Metro Manila is like, 14 million people!!!! And he might have forgotten about me. He might remember “Leslie” but not me. Who the hell is Leslie???

Idiot! You should have lowered down your headset…You should have asked for my number…

Haha. Over imagination again.

Oh well.

I had my dose of Kimchi.

I will move on…..from that guy on the bus.

Tol, usap tayo

Kagabi, benign na benign lang ako kasi day off ko sa lahat ng raket ko sa buhay (YEHESS!). So talaga namang ninamnam ko ang day off! Kasi naman, ang tagal na na ang Sabado at Linggo ko ay tahimik! Normal na may gagawing report. Make up class sa mga estudyante ko. O kaya e language class at kung anu anu pang aktibidades beybeh!

Tinde!Nilasap ko talaga! Okay, background para naman di ka OP jan:

Ang iskedyul ko mula Lunes Hanggang byernes ay:

Alas otso hanggang alas singko: Trabaho bilang researcher ng lahat ng kabatasan at ka-issue han sa business

Alas 5:01 hanggang 6:00, takbo, kain ng mabilis pa sa kidlat, hingal, hanggang makarating sa mga estudyante ko para magturo ng Biology, Astronomy, Literature, at kung anu anu pa na kaya ng utak ko! Matatapos kami 9 oclock.

Taxi na o fx or whatever pag uuwi. lalo na pag hypoglycemic na ko sa gutom. Pagdating ko sa dorm ko, ako ay mukha ng basang sisiw na mas haggard pa sa haggard. Bibili ng kahit ano sa kfc at binge eating time! yipee! Tapos ligo, then tulog. Alarm ng madaling araw para gumawa ng assignment na report mula sa opis at lesson plan ng mga bagets.Maya maya pa—————alas sais na! Gora na sa Makati Citeyyyy!

So ayan na, ang haba ng intro ko. (Sorry naman). Anyway, so benign nga sabado ko. Nakatanga lang. (Ay hindi pala, tinapos ko pala yung isang libro, yung (Girl who kicked the hornet’s nest!) Grabe, sam buwan ko ring inaraw araw sa bus yun kababasa pag trapik! Finally! Kaso, hmpf! bitin!…So ayun na nga, tahimik lang buhay ko. Di ako naglaba, di nag grocery. Basta gumising lang ganyan. Tapos may natanggap akong text:

TOL, USAP TAYO…

Mga introng ganito alam na e! Alam na alam ko na bituka ng kapatid ko. Tama. Kuya ko.Ako naman si protective sister, nag alala. Anyare?!! Anung meron?!

Aba! Aba! Si kuya, di nagrereply! Kainis. Nag load patuloy ako ng pipty para matawagan.Nag unli pero my gulay! Sorry daw sabi ng Globe. Yan ang ayaw ko sa Globe e. Kung kelan mo kelangan saka nag iinarte.

Anyway, tumawag nalang ako. Yung 236. Tawag lang. Buwis buhay na ito. Por da lab of my brader na baka nag uuminom na sa sulok. Ayaw na ayaw ko pa naman yun. Nabibwisit talaga ako to the highest lebel pag ganun ang drama nya. Naalala ko dati….

FLASHBACK, NGAYON DIN!!!!:

(pahiram muna mula kay Glentot ng wickedmouth)

Umuwi si brader. Hilo hilo ang drama.

Ako: Oy? baket? anyare sa———-lasing ka????????

Kuya: Kasi tol an———(sabay suka) (Gross!)

Ako: Tol naman e! Darating na sila mama nyan!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kuya: Tol, pasensya kana, nahihilo kasi ako, peybor tol. Kaw nalang tong…(suka!)

Ako: Kainis ka naman e!!!!!!!!!!!!

Ending: Ako naglaba ng nasukahan nyang T-shirt para di mahalata ni Inay.

Yuck! Green pa yung mantsa! Ewwwwwwwwwwww.

BALIK SA KASALUKUYAN, NGAYON DIN!

Pag nag tetext ng ganyan ang kapatid ko. Ramdam ko. Broken hearted si lolo.Okay lang. Ayos lang sakin. Ganun talaga.Utol ko e. Kakausapin daw ako. Hay. Sabi ko sa nanay ko:

Ako: Ma, alam nyo po nangyare ke kuya?

Mama: Sabi nga kakausapin ka raw. Sabi ko naman, alam mo na sasabihin ng kapatid mo, DI KASI MAKAPAG ANTAY E. PARA KANG MAUUBUSAN NG BABAE!

Ako:Hehehehe.

Litanya ko yan sa kapatid ko. Pero ngayon, matanda na yun e. (23 y/o). Di ko alam pano ko rereact nyan. Dati applicable pa yun, di ka maka antay line. Kasi estudyante pa kami nun. Kaso ngayon, mature mature na. Anu kaya dapat ipayo ko kay kuya?

1 year plus sila nung gf nya na type ko din por him (oo, echusera ako.) E kaso, ayon sa tsismis ni mother sa akin via phone, wala daw time si busy busy han brother sa kanya. Di daw magtext or what. Sabi naman ng nanay ko, e bat di ka kasi nagtetext naman kasi?!

Haha. Di alam ni gf kung anu pinasok nya. E kami nga na magkadugo di nagtetextan e. puro ganto lang

YM Chat:

Kuya: Oy, musta?

Ako: Okay lang. Ikaw?

Kuya: Ok lang din.

After 1 week….

Kuya: Tol, musta?

Ako: Okay lang. Ikaw?

Kuya: Ok lang din.

Puro ganyan lang! Dati 2 weeks wala ko balita. E nanood pa naman ako ng TV Patrol. Dami daw kidnapper and bad pipol ngayon. Tumawag ako.

Ako:Tol, buhay ka pa?

Kuya: Ha? Anu bang pinagsasasabi mo?

Ako: E DI KA MAN LANG MAGTEXT!!!! NI HA NI HO WALA! So okay ka pala jan. Sige bye.

Kuya: Bye.

Ganyan lang kami ng kuya ko. Hehe. Anyway. Miss ko rin pala yun. Sya kasi lagi nagsasabi na ang laki daw ng braso ko. Parang palo-palo daw. (aysus.kala mo maganda braso nya.). Emote emote na naman sya. Pero di ume-emote yun e. Half of time kelangan pilit pilitin mo pa (effort) bago magkwento. Ang masaya lang e, pinang aasar ko sa kanya pag okay na sya ulit.

Anyway, so magkikita nga kami this week para mag usap tungkol sa kanyang lablayf. (AWWW). Sana makatulong ako sa kanya. Anu kaya sasabihin kong payo dun. Hmmmmm. Anu sa tingin nyo?

BONUS! Picture namen noon unang panahon:

Little monsters in my heart

(Pessimism ahead)

I am chased by two demanding reports which should be submitted today. The first of which is untouched; the other one, waiting for the printer. I hate this feeling. I hate it when I cannot control these things. I am good at this! But why can’t I control them? Why am I unhappy lately? Why do I hold onto some things that are totally worthless but disturbingly, I find comfort from. I hate this feeling. I hate an empty room. I hate it that when I go home, there is no one there studying or eating, or folding their laundries. I hate it that my favorite and ideal roommate moved out and I have to adjust again to new relationships. I hate the ‘wing it’ attitude. I was so annoyed at the things that are happening that I woke up with a frown on my face.

When I opened my email to check on my tasks for the day, I realized that my mom’s birthday was yesterday! I forgot to call her! I HATE IT! And guess what, the first ever person who called her up was my cousin. He calls my mom mama. God, I was so jealous. I hate that I lied twice yesterday (I actually wanna slap myself hard – so hard my gums would bleed). I cannot breathe this morning. I am not sure if it was because of my brassiere or the little monsters in my heart. What is happening to me?

Portions of my week

Tags

humor, Office, single, work

Of Jeans and Pantsuits

I feel beautiful today. Maybe because I defied my own rule that I will never ever wear jeans at work. But what could I do? All my boring office skirts/pantsuits are lazily sitting in the lavatory waiting to be done. I was able to get through for a year by religiously following my golden rule on how to present myself and then poof! Every hard work I poured into making myself serious formal are now down the drain. Though I flinch at my ‘boring’ office-self reflection every morning before I go to work, I console myself that this is the right thing. And then, I mumble some mantra to myself, ‘You are a professional! Those polo-shirts are fabu– (coughs) Fabul– (cough harder),———– interesting!’ (I can take that. Now off we go!)

***

Deadly stare, deadlier response

Yesterday, I saw it again. That condescending gesture, even if subtly done and only in mere 2 seconds, I caught it. It was done by an elderly woman at me. She did not really ‘look’ at me but that was thrown at me. It was skirted with a smile but I have incredible emotion-sensors that quick to register condescension. I know I did something wrong.  It is not my fault but since this hierarchical system does not ask for reasons, the only response that I should do is to admit the mistake and apologize. And that I did. I did it with utmost sincerity.  However, let it be known to you, elderly mommy that I worked hard for my reputation. Though we are of unequal stature in this unequal world, I do not back down. But I will not disrespect you. I will just slap you with my professionalism. I will smother you with my kindness. Mwah!

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Slavery

I think I reached my stress-limit yester-night. When I went to the restroom during lunchtime, I was horrified with what I saw in the mirror. Two big, dark and mocking eye bags! NOOOOOOOOO! And when I looked closer, to check if this nightmare is not a dream, the gremlin multiplied and there, staring back at me are 2 incipient but livid ZITS!!! Why oh why. Maybe because I have been sleeping at 1 am and waking up at 5 am every single day of this week. And just when I thought that this imminent weekend will give me this ever evading deep slumber, this slave was given a report once again! And the deadline is……………………. Monday morning. What? I am complaining? I am asking for ‘understanding’? My boss laughed. He was even teary eyed from laughing so hard. I think he farted at one point. And then he suddenly blurted. MONDAY MORNING.

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Unsolicited questions

Eyebrow-raising questions I have been receiving lately:

From 7-11 cashier: 2 kape po sa inyo mam? (Opo) Wow! Siguro gumimik kayo kagabi mam no kaya dala-dalawa kape nyo ngayon? Hehehe.Buti pa simam…

Reaction: Gimik? GIMIK? Kuya naman, nagtatrabaho ako from 8 am until 9 pm ng gabi tapos aakusahan mo ako na gumimik? Hahahaha.Hay kuya. Kurutin kita!

From Condo Lady-guard: Mam, panu ka magkakaboyfriend nyan e trabaho ka ng trabaho? Hehehe. Pero kutob ko meron, MERON NO? (wala nga po e.hehe.) WEHHHHH?

Reaction: May irereto ka te?hehe

From Condo Lady guard: Bat lagi kang naka-black mam?

Reaction:  “—————“

From my dear uncle: Anak, may nakapagsabi na ba sayong maganda ka? (EHHHH?! Oo naman po! Si Uncle naman e!)

Reaction: “—————“

From LRT Lady: Mam, bat ang aga aga seryoso po kayo?

Reaction: Uhm, mukha po kong ewan kung naglalakad po ako ng nakangiti e.Hehe.

The boyfriend’s sister

Tags

boyfriend's sister, family, relationship

Have you ever encountered that person who is 10X more annoying than your own sibling? She constantly pries not only on valid/pry-worthy circumstances but also on those which she does not have anything to do with whatsoever! She can be a, forgive me for saying this, a pain for all girlfriends’ butts!

Okay. (Heavy breathing). Moving on…

I have only 1 sibling. He is my brother; 362 days older than me. Since we are of the same age during those clever days between our birthdays, I don’t really respect him that much. KIDDING. I might have received a whipping courtesy of my grandma’s thick flip-flops had I denied respect for anyone older than me! And yes, that strictly covers those who were born 1 day before my birthday.

Anyway, since I could be a ‘baywatch’ when it comes to protecting my brother, I might (intentional use of might…) have crossed the line a number of times in the past with regards to my brother’s past girlfriends. HEY, do not start sending me hate mails! I did not poison any of my bro’s past girlfriends all right? Chill.

I was not rude or made any of them cry (as far as I know…) but I also do not befriend them.

I am just a civil sister.

Examples:

Exhibit A: When GF comes to our house and smiles and hugs me (Uhm, have we met?…), I just, well, give my modest smile and nod and proceed to my room. I mean, why would I stay in our living room when they are clearly there, shutting the world around them right?! And my brother, when the GF leaves, will tramp to my room and ask why I did not befriend her?

Uhm, why should I?

Do not get me wrong. I believe my friendliness is within the normal, even above at times, degree of congeniality. However, I just do not want to try hard to be friends with the GF. If we become friends, then it should just be natural. Or maybe I am weird and should be hated.

Exhibit B: When GF texts me as if I am my brother. Sister, I am not. Maybe you are just being nice to me, that is why you are drizzling me with, ‘have you eaten’/ ‘what are you doing’/ ‘what are you watching’/ ‘do you think your brother really likes me’  texts. I appreciate acknowledge the gesture but, but, please do not text me 35 messages in one day!

Oh yeah, about the prying part. Here it goes:

There was one time when I caught my brother’s GF lying.  I was with my girl friends and we were chatting until we came to talk about our brothers. So we were casually talking when my friend shared that his brother has a new girlfriend. No biggie right? We continued on this topic until she told us about where the new girlfriend lives. When she said the address, I was like “Oh, my brother’s new GF also lives there!” And then I asked for the girl’s name…

Suddenly, the sky turned dark. The happy sun was in stark contrast with the fury that welled in my heart. “What is her name again?” And I listened to the same answer, holding on to every syllable of her name.

At first I was in denial. I was like “No way, that IS my brother’s GF. You are kidding.”  Little did I know that I have just provoked for more details.

 

”Really. They even went out together last week. They went to …”

 

From that point on, everything became blurry. I think I lost my “cool” there. I did not know how to handle that. For the record, as much as possible, I do not want to make “saw-saw”/ be involved with my brother’s love life. But what the? Why would she do that???

I thought about telling my brother about the truth. But at the back of my mind, I also knew then that he might think of me as some bad-mouthing ‘baywatch’ who is just a close-minded brat that religiously follows our parents “Do not have a bf/gf while still studying rule”.

I told him the truth.

He did not accept it……..At first.

He then called his gf (then-gf), asked her about it (not confronted)…and got her to confess.

And after all that mess, my brother was so……………………………okay with it.

What the??????

Okay. So they fixed the problem. Fine. I do not really care that much. (Or I did). GF came to the house. It was as if nothing happened.  Again, I gave my obligatory nod and proceeded to my room. And my brother was like “What was that?!”

 

What was what? I was phlegmatic okay. I was not rude even if she did that to you. But DO NO EXPECT ME TO BE NICE AND HUG AND STUFF BECAUSE I WON’T! I am not a hugging person to begin with. And even before ‘the discovery’ happened, I was the same me. If her guilt was the reason why she thinks I dislike her, then that is her problem. I was not the one who boyfriend-ed two guys at the same time anyway…

That incident happened 25,000 years ago, when my brother and I were still in college. But now, we are premature adults. We mind our own business.

Okay, now let us go to my main point. (Yes my friend,  that is just the introduction.)

My brother’s got a new GF. And I must say. She is a total…

WINNER! She is a total Winner! She got me at hello! She absolutely got my vote because she is a total package! She is very nice to me, but not overly done. She cares for my brother so much in a mature way (as opposed to being shallow/childish). She is not afraid to correct my brother if he erred. She cares for my mom! OMG. She even goes to our house (even if my brother is not there) to help my mom with some things. Wow. What a remarkable woman. I like her. I really do. But I won’t tell my brother about it.

I will just keep my impression (and my mom’s as well) to ourselves. =)

Because….

I am the boyfriend’s sister.

The Picturesque Fart

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Fart, humor

Since the internet is balky today, I decided to slide into my so-called literary self and make a blog post.

While singing traipsing my way to work, I remembered some of the interesting things I have encountered and experienced lately. As I take each step towards the wonderful world also known as “the office”, I scanned the bits of things that are note-worthy. And the first thing the ‘popped’ in my mind was…THE FART.

It is not just any other fart. It is a picturesque fart. How could a fart be picturesque you may ask yourself 20 years from now. Well, you should not wait for 20 more years, I will share it now!

But before that, let me tell you first about my love for cats. Cats are so squish…

Okay. So last Sunday, I did my usual routine of going to the grocery to buy MYSELF a jar of Kimchi. I love taking this ‘solitude’ route to the grocery. This route includes a hospital alley, and then my alma mater’s creepy quiet pathway, and then TADAH! Kimchi Heaven!

For purposes of illustration, my journey towards Kimchi is as follows:

Dormitory—— Cross the street——— Hospital entrance———- Quiet Hospital alley with yellow glow (or I was just imagining things)—–Alma mater (not important in my story)———-Kimchi!

Where the hell is the picturesque fa— 

WHY ARE YOU IN A HURRY?! Geez. You want the fart now? Sure you can get it but it will just be the regular gross FART! Not the picturesque one:

BOOOMMMMMMM!!!!

(there it is you lazy reader!)

Anyway, for those who still have the thin patience to put up with me, let me continue…

So I got my Kimchi. I was carrying the small jar like I would carry a delicate baby.

I was excited to be with it and sniff its aroma once again. I was singing to myself, oh no, humming actually when suddenly, I saw a couple. A sweet sweet couple.

I guess we are following the same path. We were in the hospital alley. They were maybe 5 steps ahead of me. They receded into their own lovey-dovey world; against the yellowish lights (which now makes me wonder…WHERE DO THOSE LIGHTS COME FROM?!) They will pass for a romantic-tragic-ending movie poster actually. They were holding hands, whispering, laughing silently.

I was their audience. I was smiling as well. I felt nice while looking at them. It made my heart warm and thought about LOVE. I thought about holding a guy’s hand too, or rather, a guy holding my hand while we encourage each other of our brighter future together! Of how we are going to fight for our love! Of how we are going to face the challenges of this cruel cruel world upon our love that struggles to resist!Of our love that is pure!Of our love that will conquer pov–

PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRRRRRRrrrrrrrrrrrrffffffffffffffffffffffffffftttttttttttttt!!!!!

(Girl chuckles…)

Girl: Ahihihihihihi

Guy: Don’t worry, theres no one who heard your—-(turns his head)

Me: …

Guy to Girl: Walk fast!

…

Hahahaha. And that, my friends, is what you call a picturesque fart!

Ahaha. Hay. That was funn—

(Bleh~ No, that is so gross, that is so not funny. That is so–)

nnyyyy. Funny! It made my happy kimchi journey not just fun but FUNNY or FUN-ER or FARTY!

(Farty? Seriousl–)

Hahaha.Hay. There should be a subtitle to this one right?

(Uhm, No.)

How about,

The Girl Who Played with Fart

(This is hopele–)

Anyway, I think my boss is livid calling me now.

That’s it for now!

Have a funny fart this week! =)

Eye-liner and Pre-birthday

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birthday, eyeliner, girl, humor, make-up

Today is my last day as a 21 year old teen-ager, adult, person.

To celebrate this, I wore a liquid eye-liner today!

I painstakingly applied the brush while trembling with confidence that there won’t be a deviant stroke made. For a second I thought of this delicate thing as something that could dramatically change people’s impressions of me…or my eyes. However, as much as I would like to make my eyes look, “exotic” or “fresh” or “happy” or whatever, this is what I have achieved:

I see dead people…Running around like regula…

You see, I do not have a double-eyelid. My eyes do not have folds. So the good thing here is, even if the eyeliner gets smudgy, people won’t notice because they are hidden [Yeah, I do think people care about my eyes.]. Only the “tail” part is exposed. The “Egyptian effect”,  if you will. What? Where is it? Look closely…okay now closer…

Anyway, what am I trying to achieve here? Well my dear blog readers…what I am trying to say is…

I think I want a new pair of eyes.  I did the eye-liner thing as an excuse to wear one a symbolic act of my new pursuit.

Tomorrow I will be 22 years old. With that, I want to really feel ‘older’; older in a sense that I will be wiser in my decisions; in my preferences; in my thinking. My friends even accuse me of over-doing it; of being too serious, of not ‘enjoying’ life. Well, I want to change too. Maybe I will smile more often now. But when at work, I am sorry, I cannot really change the fact that I turn into a monster (Do-not-chit-chat/text/talk/call/smile-at-me-when-I-am-deeply-immersed-in-my-work-and-I-am-beating-a-deadline-look…)

But with my friends, I do laugh like a man. Yes, that ‘manly’ man’s laugh.

Speaking of my birthday…

I do not ‘celebrate’ it. Not because I do not want to but because I got used to it. [That is so so terrible. What a poor poor girl] Please. Do not cry. I have an explanation for that.

You see my brother’s birthday is 3 days after mine. Since my mom is really a ‘smart’ woman, she celebrates our birthday in one day! Which falls NOT on my birthday but on my brother’s birthday! So when friends and family go to our house to eat and greet the birthday celebrants (or celebrators if you are a politically correct individual) they end up greeting ONLY my brother! Technically speaking, they are correct; HOWEVER, they are not necessarily right.

Speaking of rights, why does my brother receive gifts and not me?! You guys are so unfair! That spaghetti you are devouring, and yes, that buko salad, that is my ‘handa’ too!

*(food specially prepared for the occasion)

But I have moved on. Haha. I never secretly plotted against my brother’s little cars or his computer or whatever just to get even. It was okay. It is okay. I think I did not turn into a violent or a deviant person those psychological theories are referring to just because I was used to not ‘celebrating’ it.

And also, celebration does not always mean greetings and food and gifts.

As long as I am alive, I am good!

By the way, my immediate boss bought me this one:

I know right? It looks so good and whitish and chocolatey-ish!

Dude please. Go wipe your mouth.

Letter to Pa

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diabetes, father, letter

Dear Pa,

I just got home from work and I am so so tired. I cried a while ago because of you. Even if we have a meeting tonight, I have no choice but to break down. At least, not in front of my office-mates. I am just disappointed Pa. Why do you insist on eating rice when you know you are diabetic? Why do you still put sugar on your coffee? Why do you not listen to us? Why do you insist on your flawed principles? You know I love you and respect you and honor you but sometimes, it is hard for me to understand you. It breaks my heart that as much as we want you to be healed, or at least, do not get worse, you seem to pursue otherwise. Why? Is it not enough that Lola died because of it? That my aunts got amputated because of it? That all of you-your brothers and sisters, have diabetes and yet….and yet…you still live as if you are a healthy person. You are not Pa. You have diabetes. I am not saying it is the end of the world but please. Could you also take an effort to help yourself? I am not saying I am tired. I will never be tired. But would you also cooperate? Because we are a family. We are a team. Even if you are the only one who is suffering, we suffer too, emotionally, psychologically. Please Pa. I still have so many dreams for you. I want to send you to Korea and visit your home of 9 years and treat you to all the restaurants there. I want to eat Kimchi and Bibimpap with you. I want you to play with my future kids and teach them Korean too. Please Pa. Please understand us too.

Love,

Your little girl

Working girl, notes, frog

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Frog, haggard, workaholic, working girl

I have 5 blog entry drafts that have been sitting in my mind but at the moment, my current work assignments won’t even allow me to fart! So I have no choice but to tell them, while looking away, that they will be addressed soon. (At least I did not give my post-modern definition of ‘soon’)…

Anyway, here are some…some things that I just want to share.

I am not sure if 5 years from now, I will curse the April-18-2012 –4:11pm-me for writing these things but hey, I forgive easily so, 5 year older me, buck up!

Who run the world? GIRLS! girls (2^nd voice)

“I have been thinking about further ‘exploiting’ my body by juggling more jobs.”

I found this random note in my bipolar notebook /organizer this morning. I asked myself, Geez. What kind of person would request something like that…and even wish it on MY notebook!

And then, I recognized the signature… Err yeah. That was–

I think I just got what I asked for. Aside from my 8 am – 5 pm business researcher job, I also have a 6pm-8pm (err…sometimes till 9 pm) tutorial job every weekday! (When my kids have exams, I study with them even during the weekends. )

[I kept on punctuating my thoughts with ‘Err’. If I was not me, I would be annoyed. Lucky me I am not not me. I am me. Skip this mental part please]

My officemates kid me asking if I have a family or what.

I was not offended with the question. But it made me check myself in the mirror.

“Do I look haggard? Do I have big eye bags? Did I not iron my clothes well? …(and other related questions)

Because in my naïve mind, I did not know that working hard (or maybe having many jobs) means you are supporting a family—-like children. I think having many jobs is empowering. My time is not wasted. Though tired, I am happy and satisfied!

More Randomness found [in the leaves of my notebook]:

So many unfinished stories right? Well, basically, they reflect their writer: unfinished…undone…

It is so amazing isn’t it? Friendships borne out of the internet? I just thought about it because my dorm mate shared her own experience of having a close (not romantic) relationship with a virtual friend. Hmmm.

I have been dislike-ing my daily trip to the 7/11 store nearest our building because I have been devouring, nay, eating hesitantly the same fast-food every day. This business culture demands a 1 hour only lunch time so I have no choice but to gallop towards the nearest elevator along with all the office workers of this 30 floor building and see rice and sunshine but alas! Waiting for an available elevator is like waiting for my soul-mate (eh?)…It’s eternity.

On a related note:

One of my colleagues kept on saying he has good news for me but cannot say it yet. Hmmm.

What could it be?

-          Will I get a salary increase? Haha. But why would he know?! He is not my boss…

Err…That is the only valid idea my mind could formulate right now.  It would have been better if he did not tell me this. Unlike now, it always comes to my mind uninvited. What could it be? What could it be? What could it be!

A Froggy evening:

I was escorted by a frog yester-night. Yes! A frog. A real frog! I could hear you repeating the word frog. It is a frog indeed! As I was entering my room last night, I noticed that someone was desperately racing alongside me. True enough, when I focused on my competitor, I was stunned. It is a froogggg! All statements that followed were “AHHHHHHHHHHH”. “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”. “AAIIIIIIIIIIIIIII”.

I know it is small. But what if it leaps high enough it touches my face? And will stick there? And will not get off? Forever?

It would be a nightmare. Lucky for me my floor mate was kind enough to volunteer to get the frog. I tied plastic bags on each of her hand and then she dived for it.

Whew.

We let it go to the garden later that night.

Poor poor thing….would what others think of that little frog. But I don’t. I am afraid of them. I don’t like them. The only memory I have of them is when I sedated one in my biology class. And that was it.

I don’t want surprise visits anymore.

Anyway, sorry if I lacked coherence today. I’m just tired maybe.

If you have some random thoughts, share it here as well! Have a great day everyone!