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 : }

punctual

i was at a meeting this afternoon and we were trying to make sense of some heavy bandwidth utilization at 7:30 am.  (regular office hours are from 8:00 am to 5:00 pm.)

one of the attendees says, 'don't tell me it's the guards, they don't have system access.'

another wisecracks, 'it couldn't be the bosses, they come in at 9:00.'

follows a quick rebuttal , 'hey, don't say that!  ->  they come in at 10:00...'

laughter... ; D

the ghost of a dream

i have an aversion to riding a taxi cab by myself.  this is because of a bad, bad dream my mom had about me way back when i was still in high school.  i therefore prefer to take public transportation where there's me and many other passengers than ride a vehicle where there's only me and the driver.  i would much rather feel safe than convenient.

yesterday, since i have yet to have my car fixed, i again had to go on a public commute.  i walked past our village gate and rode the first jeepney that came along.  what do you know, i was supposed to go right and the jeepney turns left.  uh-oh.  i get off, wait for the jeepney to get out of sight (ha-ha), and walk over to the opposite side where i again take another jeepney.  ok, this one goes to the direction i'm going.  i get off where they have this jeepney terminal sign and stand there waiting for another jeepney going to the train station.  i've been waiting 15 minutes and still not a single jeepney has arrived.  i ask a man in the corner whether jeepneys going this place were really few and far between.   he tells me i am on the wrong side (yuck!  again!?) and that i should cross and take a jeepney on the opposite lane, get off at its terminal and take another jeepney to get to where i'm going.  huh?!  i was going so near and yet i have to go this roundabout way if i were to ride a jeep.

i think about how my brother earlier offered to fetch me from the house -> an offer i declined thinking it was too much of a bother to have him go to and fro my place.  on hindsight, maybe i should have just bothered him.  that's what brothers are for, right? ; )

anyway, cabs were passing by and i was really, really tempted to hail one already.  i gave in to the temptation telling myself it is broad daylight, the route is short and it is about time i shake off this fear which stemmed from a bad dream years back.

ride a cab i did and, when we reached the station, i paid the driver who then asks me where i'm going.  i tell him i'm going to quezon city.  he asks me to ride his taxi all the way to quezon city!  my heart skipped a beat, i tell him i'll take the train and i get off the cab as fast as i can.  ugh!  i hate it how this ghost from a past dream still haunts me up to now.  it will take a while before i ride another cab again  : }