Some days you feel that nothing ever seems going your way and your life is Murphy’s Law-reality-TV. Failed to meet an important self-set deadline last week because of a series of hitches and glitches and I happen to take pride in the fact that I always meet my deadlines. ALWAYS. Sometimes by the skin of my teeth, sometimes through some cosmic intervention, but I always find a way of delivering on time. So when something like this happens, even if it’s not really my fault (but the fault of idiots running our national agencies who claim that SIGNED lease agreements entered into by the Philippine government are not public documents and hence are not covered by the right to information, JUSKUPONGPINEAPPLE!!!), it throws my equilibrium off in a major way.
And it doesn’t help that in the next ten days, I will be in Bulacan, Stockholm, Quezon, Aklan, and (possibly) Iloilo. Amazing race talaga itoh, bawal magkasakit!!! Haggard haggard haggard.
So I feel the need to remind myself that amidst this stress and personal frustrations, I am deep deep down inside, one happy little camper who doesn’t need much to be happy. It’s a message that bears repeating, if not to the rest of the world, then at least to myself.
This is my Friendster “About Me”:
At twenty seven, I like that it still takes so very little to make me happy. I like taking long morning walks on a tree-lined street all by myself and watching old couples teach each other tai-chi. I like getting my fingers sticky with drippy drops of dirty ice cream, and then licking them off afterwards. I like bursting into song in public places and going anting-anting window shopping in Quiapo. When I’m sad, I eat spam and watch Sound of Music and then I’m ok again. I like backrubs and Happy Meals and deep kisses and children’s books and white chocolate and salmon sashimi, not in any particular order and certainly not all at the same time (except maybe white chocolate and deep kisses🙂 ). I can laugh at myself and do so a lot — I like to think that means I stand on solid ground. I love long bus trips to Quezon and getting compliments for my cooking. I think life is too short to be wasted on perfunctory embraces and cowardice disguised as prudence. I like living and laughing and dreaming and dancing and hoping and forgetting and remembering.
(This is me with my cousin Maree, the smartest seven-year-old in the planet. Once, when I was visiting them in Iloilo, she noticed that I was wearing a gold necklace with a crucifix. “Why are you wearing a cross, Ate?” she asked me. After thinking for about two seconds, I got into full good-Ate mode and replied, “So I will always remember Jesus Christ.” She furrowed her brows and then sniffed smugly. “Why, sometimes you forget?”)