female einstein

i guess i can never be considered a vain person at all.  true, i take forever in the shower, but getting dressed i do in a flash.  afterwards, i simply run my fingers through my wet hair as i go to the car then comb in front of my window once i get off.

i remember one time when i was at my parents' place, i overheard my mama in telling my niece, "you're just like your aunt!"

excitedly i ask, "in what ways are we alike?"

my mama in's reply erases the smile on my face, "'yung suklay nang umaga hanggang gabi na..."  ->  your combing in the morning already takes you through the day.  uh-oh, not a very good grooming model this aunt here  : }

this afternoon, i've crossed three time zones when i felt the need to go to the lavatory.  upon entering the cubicle, was i horrified to see a female einstein me in the mirror!  all the static in the plane has set my hair going in all directions in the most unflattering ways!  i wouldn't mind imitating the scientist brain-wise but hair-wise?!  yuck!

wake-up call

i had a really, really sluggish day yesterday.  i went home 5 am from an early christmas party (yup!  scheduled early so as not to be in conflict with the surge of parties expected in the season) and was really, awfully sleepy to the core.

i actually wanted to go home early  ->  ok, ok, make that literally early, around 2:30 am when the party ended, but couldn't as two of my classmates wanted to wait up until 4:30 - 5:00 am saying it would be unsafe for them to go home at 2:30.  they requested to wait up at another classmate's house, a request my oh-so-gracious classmate was ready to oblige.

i posed strong objections saying i am the one who has very often lately been picking up and bringing home early mornings  : }  said classmate and i am not about to bring her home now with company who would stay at her house even just a couple more hours.  i said if she's going home at 2:30 am, she better really be going home to sleep and not going home to hang out some more with whoever for whatever.

i really am just so mortified as it is to show my face to my classmate's husband thinking if i were he i would not think so nicely of me given that i am the one he sees 'dragging' his wife to this and that.  actually, all these late night/early morning get-togethers, i am just an invitee and so is his wife.  it just so happens that their house is along my route so i just fetch and bring home his wife on these night outs.  the wife, by the way, was my grade school best friend.

anyway, i suggested the four of us just go to this 24-hour eatery where we could wait the morning.  they were not ok with it given that we were all girls.  they preferred our classmate's house.  i was starting to get annoyed already thinking others went home before midnight, they stay past and now have all these qualms about going home or spending time in some public place.

good thing our batchmates, as they have been wont to do, planned to go someplace else after the party.  i normally would not like these transfers/continuations but this time i welcomed it as it would give my classmates someplace to wait up the morning.

so first we go to this restaurant.  but then a batchmate was not comfortable with the place's sanitation so they decide that we transfer to another classmate's place instead.  pile into the vehicles we go and chat the morning away at that classmate's place up to 4:30 am.

i was supposed to go home to my place (i didn't want to be waking anyone at my parents' place so early on a weekend) but decide to make a u-turn to my parents' house at the last minute as i was having a hard time keeping my eyes open while driving.  very risky  : }

i ring my sister, she opens the door, i rush upstairs, change into night clothes and drop like a log on the bed.  i did not clean my face nor brush my teeth anymore.  yuck!  (ugh!  i couldn't believe i'm posting such a statement on the web!)

anyway, late in the morning, i was still in half-asleep mode when my sister enters the room.  she sees me (half-)awake and tells me someone called.  i ask who.  she says the caller didn't say but she is sure it isn't my grade school best friend.  i then text a batchmate to ask whether it was she who called.  negative.  by process of elimination i already knew who it was and return the call.

after the short conversation, i lay awhile on the bed then clean up to attend the 12:30 pm mass.

after mass, i go back to sleep.  around 5 pm (imagine!), i seem to be in a dreamy state where i hear my phone ringing.  i answer it in a half daze and was surprised to find that it is a call from my high school best friend.  i tell her i am at my parents' place and she could just call me at their land line.  she does, long distance, and i am all the more surprised (appalled!) at the reason she was calling.  it has something to do with a clarificatory e-mail i sent our e-group a week ago (she read just now) and she called to put in her two cents' worth.  i glared at her (if only she could see me over the phone, ha-ha) saying she wakes me up to call about something like that?!  helllooooooo!!!  she tells me it's 5 pm.  i relate to her how i got home at 5 am.  we talk and laugh and talk.  i end up chiding her all this time she never really bothered to call me long distance, she reads a clarificatory e-mail which is not even about her and suddenly she's on the phone?!  ugh!  the stuff that makes one call... : }


last night when i posted, i told myself i better blog again tomorrow so my blog will go beyond 13 entries -> ok, ok, silly thought there you might say : }

anyway, i had thought of blogging about my broken headlight but i'm going to set that aside to give way to something more personal.

i am at a crossroads at this point. something that i had believed to be easily obtainable all these years turns out to be hard to get. i learned just yesterday that certain requirements i do not meet.

i've been thinking, if i were to spend so much time, money and effort to dissolve something that was supposed to last forever; should i just not instead spend time and effort (no expense on this one) rebuilding what has been broken? hopes will be dashed either way -> which should carry more weight?

someone who used to be so dear to me liked to say, "there are signs for men of understanding." i don't really know whether i am a woman of understanding but right now the signs appear really conflicting to me. i am looking forward to a clincher. in the meantime, i am spending a lot of time in prayer and introspection... i hope i get my epiphany soon...

a jarring day

there's a lot on my mind at the moment... i've been in high spirits these past few months and today is the day the streak is broken. first came an unexpected e-mail; followed by an unexpected text. if these are signs, they sure are conflicting. i am confused...

they bothered : }

this afternoon, i was on the phone with a balikbayan friend from australia. what do you know, he, too, has read my blog : } you put something on the web, of course, you don't really expect it to be hidden or something. but then i must say i really am surprised, and amused, that people actually bothered to read my blog, ha-ha-ha...

i received texts and e-mails re the ring on my finger. i was taken aback when someone knew about my car malfunction so soon after i blogged about it. i chuckled when the kindness i experienced from a stranger cropped up in a conversation. i had to pause awhile when someone asked just the other night whether the camera on my hand was the very one mentioned in my blog (hey, i posted that months ago!)

someone even sort of complained about one entry being too long. i was torn between telling her, you didn't really have to read it, you know, and being touched she was patient enough to endure it. me, i usually pass when i see too much text.

when people tell me they've read my blog, my immediate reaction is to ask which one. and the reply i've been getting has been, 'every single one.' whoa!

i've been on friendster how many years but never even once checked a single blog... maybe i should click around sometime...

cinderella next year

last thursday, after soooooooo many years, a curfew was again imposed on the city. i was on a night out and i received texts, a phone call even, informing me of the 12 midnight to 5 a.m. curfew. the texts were not mere forwards but messages composed especially for me, ha-ha. one of the texters was an officemate who normally would not send me a non-work related message. i cringed at the thought that i now seem viewed as incompatible with curfews given my recent late nights which extend to early mornings (all good, clean, talk-talk-talk fun, let me emphasize)

i think my new year's resolution is going to be back to my cinderella way, i.e., home by midnight...

someone's looking

i don't usually allow guys to put their arms around me, hug me, give me a peck or anything physical. i reserve the privilege (really!) for relatives and, of course, for the one who owns my heart : )

last night, we had a send off party for a batchmate who was going back to the US. the batchmate has hugged just about everyone and when it came to me, i budged for a second but eventually gave in. someone remarked, 'it's ok, big brother is not looking anyway.' ('big brother' is another batchmate who's been interested in me since high school. nope, he is not, and was never, my boyfriend. ) came a rejoinder, 'yup, big brother is not looking but big sister is.'

it turns out our batchmate's partner was there and witnessed the short hug.

ooops : }