someone told me he saw a family picture of ours and was asking whether the guy in the pic was my ex. i asked where he saw it. he said on the web. hmmmm... i haven't posted any family pics recently. neither have i uploaded any pics with any ex.
he described the guy and from the description it did seem like my ex but i said i really did not want to confirm as it's possible it could be some other guy. he said the guy was big/tall, goodlooking and looked very masculine. wow, if that is an ex then what on earth was i thinking?! ha-ha-ha. he added the guy had his arm around me. oh, ok. there are not too many of those pics with a non-ex for sure. the few that are around would most likely be with a relative. anyhow, i said i'll save my confirmation for when i have seen the pic.
then last week, he showed me the pics. ooops, yup, it was my ex. the pics were taken a few years back.
i asked how he saw it. he said he searched me in google. oh. that is creepy sweet.
i googled myself to see what comes out. in the web tab, there's several. in images, a LOT. pics from picasa, from flickr. hmmm... i posted them on the web so i don't really expect them to be hidden or private. but then i'm thinking people would be googling themselves. i really don't expect them to be googling me, ha-ha-ha.
anyhow, i've lived, and have been striving to live, a good life. it's not always easy but i'm happy to say that i've managed to get by.
yup, i don't mind the search. my life could withstand scrutiny... : )
overnight overtime
an officemate was telling me that he told someone i slept over at the office this weekend and had he known he would have accompanied me. the guy reportedly replied he too would have done the same had he known. eh?! i was like, ‘if you two guys are here then i’ll go home and leave you both.’
actually, i am no stranger to office sleepovers. when i was still a DBA (database administrator), we regularly had activities that started at 5 pm of friday and lasted up to afternoon or early evening of sunday. one time it even spilled over to early monday. the other offices were coming in looking fresh and lively. we were dying to go home looking beat and feeling drowsy. the thing is, you’re supposed to be at the office monday following such weekend activities to troubleshoot things in case something does not quite turn out right. ugh!
those were tiring but happy times. you joked around to stay awake. they were bonding moments. our office had glass walls. we had no privacy. the roving guard would pass by every hour and he’d see you yawn and stretch and frown. we didn’t have any beds. we lined the floor with sleeping mats and foldable mattresses. we slept side by side, guys and gals, even snored in symphony, hahaha. you saw how your officemates looked fighting off sleep. you saw how they were newly awake, hair uncombed, face unwashed, teeth unbrushed.
nice to reminisce such times. nicer when you do it at home on a comfy, comfy bed looking forward to a good night’s sleep ; )
actually, i am no stranger to office sleepovers. when i was still a DBA (database administrator), we regularly had activities that started at 5 pm of friday and lasted up to afternoon or early evening of sunday. one time it even spilled over to early monday. the other offices were coming in looking fresh and lively. we were dying to go home looking beat and feeling drowsy. the thing is, you’re supposed to be at the office monday following such weekend activities to troubleshoot things in case something does not quite turn out right. ugh!
those were tiring but happy times. you joked around to stay awake. they were bonding moments. our office had glass walls. we had no privacy. the roving guard would pass by every hour and he’d see you yawn and stretch and frown. we didn’t have any beds. we lined the floor with sleeping mats and foldable mattresses. we slept side by side, guys and gals, even snored in symphony, hahaha. you saw how your officemates looked fighting off sleep. you saw how they were newly awake, hair uncombed, face unwashed, teeth unbrushed.
nice to reminisce such times. nicer when you do it at home on a comfy, comfy bed looking forward to a good night’s sleep ; )
presumptuous
i was walking toward our building’s other wing when i heard someone say, “hello, miss beautiful!”
i turned around and saw one of our contractors smiling at me. i said “hi” in return then suddenly burst out laughing realizing that i just responded to a “beautiful” call. ha-ha-ha. so presumptuous! yikes!
next time i should ignore until he says my name… ; )
i turned around and saw one of our contractors smiling at me. i said “hi” in return then suddenly burst out laughing realizing that i just responded to a “beautiful” call. ha-ha-ha. so presumptuous! yikes!
next time i should ignore until he says my name… ; )
modest clothing
at mass today, the priest talked about temptation. he said temptation is not a sin in itself. what is a sin is the act of tempting or succumbing to the temptation.
then he talked about modest attire, both for men and women. he said don't wear revealing outfits in church as you become a distraction to the other churchgoers. instead of focusing on the mass, they get their attention diverted to you. ooops. i wasn't sure whether i was dressed appropriately. i had on a sleeved close-to-the-body shirt (nothing skin-tight) paired with a loose mid-calf skirt.
i remember one time when one of those church-serving old ladies tried, not abrasively, in fairness, to prevent me from entering the church because i was wearing a sleeveless top. that time i was wearing a below-the-knee skirt and this sando top which actually did not expose the shoulders. the neckline did not show cleavage, but the arms, yes, were fully exposed. to me this was not revealing but, yup, maybe for church it was. i should have gone home to change but i was thinking i was already there so i tried to go in through another door. no one barred me so i got to hear mass in my original outfit. this taught me, however, never to go to mass with a sleeveless top again.
the priest's homily reminded me of my ex. one time, he wanted me to change into another outfit because he found my skirt's slit too high. (it was thigh high.) i did not and he wasn't too happy. he doesn't like outfits that show flesh or hug the figure saying you're encouraging others to sin when you wear such clothes. hmmm. consistent with the priest's homily that statement.
back in college, i was supposed to go to school in this denim pants and short white shirt and what do you know, my dad would not let me. i told him the shirt was long enough to reach to the pants waistline. he countered it was barely there and when i move, my midriff peeks. ugh! he stood in front of the car blocking it unless i changed. i told him i do not want to change. he said then he wouldn't let me leave. so be it. a while later, he left the house. i went back to the car and drove off. i even brought a camera and took a picture of me in that outfit. yikes! disobedient daughter : } (i'm sorry, vats... i do love you, you know that.)
then in graduate school, i had this suitor who, upon seeing me, pointed out to me that my shirt was unbuttoned. i was wearing one of those shirts with three, four buttons below the throat area. i nonchalantly told him i intentionally buttoned only one leaving the rest unbuttoned. he was discomfited, ha-ha-ha. hello! the neckline was not at all low. no cleavage was showing, c'mon.
just the other night i was talking with two guys about outfits and girlfriends. one said he's even the one who suggests to his wife to wear something less conservative. the other has told me before that he doesn't mind his girlfriend wearing something sexy provided he is around. hmmm... me, i am not really into revealing outfits when i go out with company but how come the guys in my life still find things to grumble about? is it really me or is it them having this exaggerated thing about modest dress and covering up?
an ex-boyfriend used to always put his hand between my knees whenever i sit and my office uniform skirt goes up above the knees. i'd try to brush him off saying people might wonder what his hand is doing down there. he wouldn't budge saying he's just making sure my undies don't show. ugh! is that paranoid, protective or what?
then he talked about modest attire, both for men and women. he said don't wear revealing outfits in church as you become a distraction to the other churchgoers. instead of focusing on the mass, they get their attention diverted to you. ooops. i wasn't sure whether i was dressed appropriately. i had on a sleeved close-to-the-body shirt (nothing skin-tight) paired with a loose mid-calf skirt.
i remember one time when one of those church-serving old ladies tried, not abrasively, in fairness, to prevent me from entering the church because i was wearing a sleeveless top. that time i was wearing a below-the-knee skirt and this sando top which actually did not expose the shoulders. the neckline did not show cleavage, but the arms, yes, were fully exposed. to me this was not revealing but, yup, maybe for church it was. i should have gone home to change but i was thinking i was already there so i tried to go in through another door. no one barred me so i got to hear mass in my original outfit. this taught me, however, never to go to mass with a sleeveless top again.
the priest's homily reminded me of my ex. one time, he wanted me to change into another outfit because he found my skirt's slit too high. (it was thigh high.) i did not and he wasn't too happy. he doesn't like outfits that show flesh or hug the figure saying you're encouraging others to sin when you wear such clothes. hmmm. consistent with the priest's homily that statement.
back in college, i was supposed to go to school in this denim pants and short white shirt and what do you know, my dad would not let me. i told him the shirt was long enough to reach to the pants waistline. he countered it was barely there and when i move, my midriff peeks. ugh! he stood in front of the car blocking it unless i changed. i told him i do not want to change. he said then he wouldn't let me leave. so be it. a while later, he left the house. i went back to the car and drove off. i even brought a camera and took a picture of me in that outfit. yikes! disobedient daughter : } (i'm sorry, vats... i do love you, you know that.)
then in graduate school, i had this suitor who, upon seeing me, pointed out to me that my shirt was unbuttoned. i was wearing one of those shirts with three, four buttons below the throat area. i nonchalantly told him i intentionally buttoned only one leaving the rest unbuttoned. he was discomfited, ha-ha-ha. hello! the neckline was not at all low. no cleavage was showing, c'mon.
just the other night i was talking with two guys about outfits and girlfriends. one said he's even the one who suggests to his wife to wear something less conservative. the other has told me before that he doesn't mind his girlfriend wearing something sexy provided he is around. hmmm... me, i am not really into revealing outfits when i go out with company but how come the guys in my life still find things to grumble about? is it really me or is it them having this exaggerated thing about modest dress and covering up?
an ex-boyfriend used to always put his hand between my knees whenever i sit and my office uniform skirt goes up above the knees. i'd try to brush him off saying people might wonder what his hand is doing down there. he wouldn't budge saying he's just making sure my undies don't show. ugh! is that paranoid, protective or what?
princess
i slept at the office last night --- this morning, rather. i went to 'bed' around 4 am and was awakened by a text message close to 7 am : }
my 'bed' was made up of four chairs put together side by side and when i woke up my body was aching here and there, ugh!
i told my officemate it reminded me of princess and the pea. he didn't know about it so i told him.
there was a prince who was looking for a wife. his wife had to be a princess, a real princess. as a test, they put a pea under several mattresses placed one on top of the other. so supposed princesses slept on these mattresses and morning they'd be asked how their sleep was. this one and that said they slept well. until someone arrived who, after having spent the night on these mattresses, woke up in the morning with body aches saying there seemed to be something underneath the cushions which made her sleepless. well, it was the tiny pea and she passed the princess test as princesses are supposed to have the softest of bodies sensitive to the slightest of discomforts.
my officemate's reaction made me chuckle: 'does that mean you are a princess?'
huh?! ha-ha-ha. if i were then where is my prince? ; )
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