UPATED March 26=The internet shop I’m in rocks! It’s called, JOINUS.COM. Smoking is allowed! I love it…(blows rings of smoke)
Friday Afternoon (March 23). FURIOUS
My day was not going well especially when I wanted to get off work earlier to meet up with husband and because I am going to Cebu over the weekend because of a program launch which was scheduled early morning of Sunday so I had to take a flight the day before that. Not only that, I now have a Monday meeting which is connected to two activities in Davao…that’s why I have to take the Cebu-Davao flight which will entail me to be away for SEVEN DAYS. (sigh) Why am I MORE furious? My plane ticket arrived at 8:00 p.m. so while waiting, I was compelled to…(clears throat while rolling eyes) “maximize” ( I fcuking HATE that word) my time by finishing the photo documentation of all of our Visayas and Mindanao activities. Fcukin’ great… I felt like delivering this line ala Miranda Priestley: “What happened to my ticket? Did the one assigned to purchase it die???”
Friday Night (March 23). HAPPY…THEN, IRRATIONAL AND FRUSTRATED
Good thing Jher went to the office to pick me up. After finally getting my tickets and claiming Jher’s eyeglasses (which looked so great on him!), we had this delicious and hearty meal at a Chinese restaurant in SM Manila. I was sooo happy especially since it was my pre-departure date with husband. I wanted to watch a movie but husband had to go home early because he had an office outing the next day where they will leave at 4:00 a.m. Ugh… I tried to hold it together because the reason is valid. So believe me how I struggled NOT to be the irrational, spoiled brat girlfriend—believe me when I used the word STRUGGLE. I so wanted to throw a fcuking tantrum…
Saturday Morning (March 24). NERVOUS & PANICKY
Yes. I woke up late because I finished packing late. My flight was at 1:00 p.m., I woke up at 9:30 a.m. I was still in San Pedro, Laguna around 11:00 a.m. Yes. Imagine that. So I was building up a sweat because I might not make it. Good thing there was no traffic at the SLEX. But I again built up a sweat and palpitations when the airport road was a disaster and for the first time, I was able to ride a cab…WITH AN EXTREMELY CAUTIOUS DRIVER. (what a fcukin’ irony) I arrived at the airport at around 12:10, I ran like hell…well, I got to check in…
Saturday Afternoon (March 24). EMBARASSED
Waiting at the smoking lounge. Ah, yes…I feel that this day is gonna be sooo much better now. I heard the PA system blasting that the Cebu flight is accepting passengers for boarding. From the smoking lounge, I saw the queue. So, I decided to fall in line. This is it! This is really is it! Security guy took my ticket, tore off the inspector’s copy, I went through the glass doors. I was halfway when the inspector shouted at the top of his lungs: I AM SORRY, SIR! THIS IS NOT YOUR FLIGHT! Everyone stared at me. I haughtily went back to the inspector, took the ticket, flipped my green shawl over my shoulder and in true diva fashion, I said: OH MY GOD…HOW EMBARASSING… And I walked away…
Oh my god! I was laughing out loud at the book I brought with me! I bought this book by Nora Ephron, Heartburn, for 25 pesos from a book sale in Davao and it is one of the best books I have purchased and read ever! It is so funny!!! Imagine being 7 months pregnant and a famous Jewish cookbook author and cooking show host and your husband tells you that he is in love with another woman and that he won’t leave her. I have never laughed this hard at heartache and failure but I could not help it! Here are some of my favorite lines from the book, so far:
Protagonist talking about the first time the idea of her hosting a cook show was offered to a network: The network said, “She’s too New York”—which was a nice way of being Anti-Semitic, by the way…
On being depressed for two consecutive days: It occurred to me that if I stayed in bed much longer, I would be forced to watch a soap opera. That seemed redundant, so I got up and went to group [therapy].
Devah? I had to stop reading it because I was letting out bursts of laughter which made passengers look at me like I was ready to hijack the plane anytime…
Saturday Night (March 24). BORED
Oh no. My first weekend in Cebu and I am so bored. I had nothing to do. So I just stayed in my hotel room…after malling at Ayala Center, of course, and shaving off 200 pesos from my budget coz I found this fabulous white watch at this shop called…WHAT A GIRL WANTS “FOR HIM”… (stares at everyone) Yeah…I know…
Sunday morning (March 25). HOT
No, bitches. Not hot “hot”. Mag-aaway na naman kami ni Jher nito eh. Literally hot. Attended the launching of Maitland Smith’s workplace family planning program in Lapu-Lapu City Sports Complex and man it was scorching hot! It was a success so when I got back to the hotel, I fell asleep…
Sunday afternoon (March 25). DEPRESSED
I woke up at 3:00 p.m. and I decided to check what’s on cable. I ended up watching CRASH on Star Movies. Boy, did I cry and sob and everything else. I always had a thing for discrimination. It made me just cry harder thinking of what the world has become and that co-existence seemingly remains an elusive concept for us people. But after crying and sobbing and taking seriously husband’s textback message that I was “abnormal” for crying over the film, I realized that we have been doing something regardless of the chaos in this world. As human beings, admit it or not, WE TRY. I think that is something to be thankful for. I cried because I was thinking of what we cannot achieve as human beings and I forgot to look at what we have done so far—the simple sharing of our seats to others, giving out a free smile to someone we don’t know, being patient. All of these are acts of trying to at least understand the people around us against a backdrop of seeming despair and discontent. And in the process, we struggle to be better individuals regardless if these are successful or failed attempts. Now that’s something to be thankful for…
Now I am not depressed anymore…I end this day with a feeling of HOPEFULNESS and CONFIDENCE—like I am going to win the Miss Universe title after that without saying: “World Peace”…
And I give you this pic…lots of love from Bridget here in Cebu!
(take your attention AWAY from the tongue…*rolls in laughter*)
Wow! you had a very busy week. Hope you take some much needed rest. By the way, I’m interested in the book you read by Nora Ephron. Can you please tell me the title? I really need to read a good book to take my mind off some things.
oist.. ingat ka dyan, ha… kakaloka ang schedule mo, ate. come home in one piece 🙂
hi, ladybug! I wish I could rest. Be flying to Davao tomorrow. (sighs) Anyway, the book is entitled HEARTBURN. It was made into a movie in the 80’s starring Meryll Streep and Jack Nicholson. If you dont find a copy, I could lend it to you, mare. Aaaaw! Whatàs wrong, dahlin. Hugs!
ate sienna: sila ang mag-ingat sa kin noh. hahahahaha! (hugs you)
i looooove your work. travelling all the time 🙂
oh god, i missed your craziness. hahaha haven’t blogged in a long time 🙂
A diary of Bridget – short story. And dint I tell you I want that Iraqi-inspired scarf? I can’t find one in here.
ang taray ng pic! hehe…wow, inggit naman ako. i miss cebu!!!
When are we ever going to bump into each other during trips, dear?
Will you be in Cebu anytime between June 8-11?
Oh, nice scarf. I used to have one hanging on my wall as an accent. I use a black one now. Eye-catching maciado ang red, eh.
I’d be in CDO again this weekend. If K here wants a red one, i can buy one for him.
It just occured to me that K is in Hong Kong. Well…
Nice pic, ang pula ng dila, hehehe. Take care, dearie at di kita ma-reach sa kakalayas mo.
ay! so nice this post ha… halu-halong emosyon, at may bonus moral of the story pa sa bandang dulo. iba ka ate, isa kang huwaran. sanamanawari’y maging kaibigan kita. bow.
Jet setter ang sistah-gurl ko!
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have a great day ahead.
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