Archive for April, 2006

28
Apr

single she speaks

april 23, 2006

ayala center cebu

DoB : august 2, 1979

married? — a dose of miracle needed

boyfriend? — 0

girlfriend? — no plan

MU? — zilch

dating someone exclusively? — currently not a player, not that i was ever a player

                                        jury’s out and verdict says:

unattached. single.

true, i’ve walked and continues to walk this earth with no man to speak of as my other half or special someone. thus, i’m always at the mercy of well-meaning friends and acquaintances who want me to experience a life with someone who has an XY chromosome.

get out there, vet. stop living a life on your own. step out of your comfort zone. get away from abraham lincoln and your books. face the music and find that ONE MAN for you. one of my bosses [sir mo] before even put in his ten cents as his way of wishing me well for 2003; vet, you only need one man to love. just one.

my normal reaction to all these is: all right, give it up. I’m happy where I am. that one man, if he’s ever out there [i doubt that he is] will somehow find his way to me. in fact, if God wants him to meet me, then HE WILL be the one to lead that one man where I am. I assume HE watches me/us 24/7, thus, HE WILL nudge the person to the right direction. with all those said, my friends would readily dimiss my single state, at least for the time being OR until i become the target again.

i love my friends, so I normally don’t take offense when they zero in on me. i also love them so much for respecting my reticence on the matter.

a taco and slushed iced tea <with myself> later, i grabbed hold of my ever present companion - the pen - and thought about humoring anyone who care to read through my crap and decided to scribble random thoughts regarding the so called single state - the joys and fears; the two extreme sides of the pole.

singleshespeaks begins.

ha. for all i know, this could be the one and sole <redundant, vet> entry on this topic.  good luck!

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proof of single state. one wouldn’t have the time to wait and greet the sunrise should there have been that ….[on board SF 15, manila-cebu]

17
Apr

two in a series of X

April 6, 2006 AM
jen’s aunt’s place
carmona, cavite

first stop. landed at the manila domestic airport a few minutes before eight o’clock. got off the plane and lugged one of jen’s bags and my own all-around sling bag through the tarmac out to the carousel’s location, to collect my backpack. walking towards the carousel, the first thought that came to mind was – finally! i’ve had enough of white clouds and flat plane’s wing for a view; at least the pain in my temple started to ease. i never imagined the sight of clouds would give me the headache. well, it’s not so much the clouds [i can never have enough of cloud formations, in fact, it's the reason i step out of the office to go to our building's rooftop every afternoon] that’s giving me the headache, it’s the overall whiteness of the view that got to me. i am not much of a fan of something white.

as soon as i got my bag, we head out of the airport, to wait for jen’s aunt to pick us up. a few minutes later, her aunt and cousin arrived to greet us hmmm….to greet jen and her nanay [grandma], actually… [vet's thought, now there goes the awkward moment; get over it vet and smile]... as the four relatives were doing their hugs and greetings, i got fascinated by my surroundings… gubot siya ha [in a pleasant sort of way]… soon after, we hopped on a vehicle to be on our way to carmona. passed through paranaque on to south luzon expressway… wider streets, pollution, toll booths, e-coupons, high-speed driving… huge gasoline stations were what caught my interest. i had fun looking at the things in front of me while i held a mental image of good old cebu. nah, cebu pa rin!! overall, the ride to carmona, was hassle-free. if i were asked to go there via public transportation, i’d be lost. that’s my only regret. i revel at being lost in a place i’ve only set on for the first time, sure, you’ll get the trepidation thing, but it’s exhilirating at the same time.

an hour and miles after, we arrived at jen’s aunt’s place. her aunt prepared breakfast for us and we all ate. as excited as i was to get on with the day and start roaming, my body cave in to sleepiness. two-day sleep deprivation was my max, even with great resistance on my part - i readily went to the land of zzzz… so much for exploring new territories.

12
Apr

up in the air scribbles

April 6, 2006

Cebu Pacific Flight 5J560

ha. got to the airport at 5:45 A.M. to those who don’t know me, early morning isn’t exactly my time of day. got a slight tolerable headache when i hopped on a taxi. what do i expect? i barely had sleep. subjected myself to two days of sleep deprivation in order to turn in the last two remaining sets that my boss expects of me. the night before, i had to hastily write love letters to chin and yam, as well as to team philippines, to give last minute instructions. left the office hungry at a little past eleven o’clock. oh yeah, forgot to grab dinner as i was bent on finishing my end of the deal before i leave. got home around twelve midnight. remembered that i didn’t have dinner, raided the kitchen only to realize that I still have not packed for my trip.

seat 17 D — worst seat ever… i sure didn’t fancy looking at the plane’s wings…

seatbelt incident — ignorant that was me, had difficulty fastening the damn belt [hey! it was just my second time to ride an airplane, though i take the taxi every day of my life going to work -- i'm not a "fasten your seatbelt" follower]– much to my dismay and embarrassment, the guy sitting on my left had to fasten it for me .. the rest of the flight … well,

plane scribbles….. refresh??? — incidentally, it’s the name of the juice served to all passengers… crazy thoughts start — is she in her ‘wishful thinking’ mode again? refresh??? she normally can find something better to do with her time — [it's probably the embarrassement creeping in, still] … white clouds (sea of it)- aren’t much of an inspiration to her. the view is generally giving her a double dose of headache and she has the idea that she’s escaping from all those causing her blood vessels to constrict?!%?#

– CLOSE your EYES and FORGET you have a nasty headache

—- how’d you do that? when every fiber of your brain cells is screaming

      H-E-A-D–A–C–H–E!!!!

– RELAX… there’s something spectacular out there

– REMOVE headache and you’d probably enjoy the ride……

headache + white vista = more headache for her. ha! and she has to sit it out for like 30 or so minutes…

– TOUGH LUCK!!!

—AND you were thinking, you’ll stop having the headache once you get away from work

– NOT a CHANCE!!!

– boredom screaming!!!

– SIT BACK.. RELAX….

– how’d you do that? white vista is not her idea of a pleasant stimulus.

– crap. it’s making her headache worse

03
Apr

april fools’

April 1
Robinson’s Place Cebu

Rage seething. fuming. seeing red.

vet never knew she had the temper.

well, at least not until now. she’s had glimpses of her temper flaring. she denies this side of her, despite the visible shaking of her hands. vet knows she’s NOT her temper. thus, she exerts her damnedest [effort] to shrug it off. she usually walks it off, shoot balls at timezone, and let the steam pass. in her mind, succumbing to it definitely could ruin relationships. hurtful words could be thrown here and there. besides, succumbing to it makes her hate herself. she loathes the idea of letting control slip out of her hands. giving in to one’s temper is a clear indication that the person has lost it, that she lost it.

being the psych grad that she is, she is aware of man’s capacity to do evil and malicious things towards each other, especially if the person allows his temper to get the better of him. that beneath every man’s pleasant exterior lies a wild beast, waiting to be unleashed. whether that beast will be set free in the form of wild display of temper is up to the person.

as for vet, she chose to grab hold of her pen and let words flow through her fingers and out on the back of a restaurant or national bookstore receipt. the prospect of later hitting on the computer’s keyboard somehow lessens her frustration and dismay over one of man’s invention - the cellphone. admittedly, this piece of gadget has its many uses, especially to poverty-stricken Filipinokind. on the minus side, this piece of gadget has become an accomplice to people’s seeming disregard for other people’s time. many, myself included, have failed to arrive at set time and place as they/I take comfort in the handy, though not-so-reliable cellphone.

society today has become tolerant to this apparent disregard for other people’s time. currently, it has become widely accepted not to show up on agreed meeting place and time. one only needs to follow a simple protocol; that is — "text" the person… the protocol leaves the impression that "it’s okay to delay-cancel at the last minute, so long as you send an SMS to the other party." just inform the other person of the hitch that prevents you from making it to the meeting place and time. end of story — now, what’s sadder is the message sender goes scott free without remorse, the sender gets away with this by uttering incessant apologies for coming in late. oh, well — smile vet^^ Showysmiley