I have three jeepney rides to work very morning and it takes me an hour and a half to get there. Here’s a sample of my thoughts during that ride.
- An orange shirt, blue jeans and red shoes…girl, seriously you thought it was cool?!
- Hmmm I’m hungry. I should have had breakfast this morning.
- That car is nice. An old Toyota but what the hell a car is still a car. If I had one I’ll probably get one in red or maybe white..hmm…that frosted peach also looks nice…
- Ok I’m air drying my hair…will it cause splint ends? Probably not, I mean a blow dryer is hotter right? Yeah I think it is.
- I’ve seen that girl before. I wonder where.
- Is this guy checking me out? Oh my god, he is. Geez, you’re old, find someone else your age for God’s sake!
- Do I have enough change for the next ride? Let me see. Yeah I do.
- Yeah sure make me scoot over, can’t you see there isn’t enough space for 2 people here?. What am I supposed to do sit on the guy’s lap?
- If I get that teaching job, maybe I don’t have to wake up this early.
- Hey that girl grew her hair. Yeah it looks good on her. Maybe I should say hi since she smiled at me.
- Oh god, there’s that guy I used to have a crush on. I hope he doesn’t see me. Maybe if I look away and pretend I didn’t see him, he’ll leave me alone.
- Hey, that watch looks good on her. I saw that at the mall. Maybe I should get one of those.
Yeah I’m soooo deep right? Hehe
Two days ago I went to a lending company to sign the release papers for our house and lot. This is the house that I grew up in. I had to sign for it because well, I’m the only remaining member of my family in the Philippines. My parents have been thinking about selling the house for a long time now and it makes me a little sad to think about letting the house go. That house represents my childhood. I grew up with my aunt and sister there.
Although, I must confess a part of me is a little relieved if someone does buy it. The house used to give me nightmares as a kid. I would close my eyes at night and feel someone staring at me. Our dog would howl at night and be really really scared to stay outside. Sometimes I’d be washing the dishes in the sink and from the corner of my eye I’d see a black shadow pass by. I felt like it was an old woman looking at me. Sometimes I’d be scared to open the bathroom because in my head there’d be this image of a middle age guy hanging from the ceiling. Yeah I know it’s creepy. There was a time that someone knocked on our front door and when I opened it, nobody was there. It’s impossible for someone to get in and go out that fast because we had a high fence.
I would have passed everything off as overactive imagination if my sister and my aunt didn’t experience the same thing. The knock on the door, the guy who hanged himself, the old woman and the stares when your eyes are closed. They felt the same thing. That’s the weirdest thing. And you know what, the next tenants to stay there asked the same thing as well.
Been feeling lazy lately probably due to the fact that I am sick gain! Aargh! And I noticed how I’ve been writing depressing stuff on my blog lately…I’m a cheerful person, I really am it’s just that the last couple of weeks have not made me cheery…. I mean I went to my doc yesterday and she gave me new meds to take for my asthma that’s been acting up for the umpteenth time! Aaargh! I am now officially broke….Sigh. I dunno…I’m going through a stage where I just want to curl up and hide beneath the covers…Do you get those days? When you’re so uninspired a sprite can appear before you and you wouldn’t even give a damn. I’m so full of meds right now I can’t even think straight. My productivity level has decreased by 50% too. I want to work because I think about my how much backlog I’m gonna get but I just cant make myself….come on She, work, work, work!!!!!!
