random seat

I recently went out of the country for a special trip and normally hindi ko gawain magbook ng seat kasi una additional charge at pangalawa I like the idea of a surprise kung sino ung makakatabi mo sa plane. Wala pa naman something special na nangyari sa akin, except for some annoying circumstances na na-wiwi ka na kaso tulog ung seatmate mo. 

This trip was kinda different, kasi I'm seated next to this old man with cowboy hat who happens to be a really paki-alamero and uber talkative. Nung mag take off na yung plane, nag-check na ung mga stewardess if all seat belts are fastened, windows opened, bags etc na sop before flying. Then napansin ko na kilala ko ung stewardess on board. Tinawag ko siya and we're both shocked and cheery. Nung time na yun, hindi pa kami nakapag-kwentuhan kasi busy pa sila. Pero itong si Cowboy man, mega-singit ung question, "Kilala mo?" Gusto ko sana siyang sagutin ng "Ay hindi po... hindi po ba obvious?" But I am keeping myself cool kaya nasabi ko na lang na "Friend ko po."

And that conversation became the start of a much longer you're-digging-into-my-privacy-question-and-answer-portion. Well, I am thankful naman kasi at least hindi boring yung trip ko kaso what gets in my nerves na sobrang nairita ako ay nung tinanong niya if I am married. When I said... "No..." he immediately jumped into the idea na ibenta ang anak niya who's seated within the same line kaso sa kabila ng hallway. 

"Ung anak ko na lang. Divorced yan, anak niya yung katabi niya. He works in US, sa micro-chuchu... blah blah blah." 

Tumatawa lang ako. And I never thought that he's serious until sinabi niya sakin na, "Tawa ka naman ng tawa! Seryoso ako, dali ibibigay ko sa'yo ung facebook niya, hanapin mo na lang. 39 na yan, kaso dinivorce nung asawa niya after makakuha ng citizenship."

Hindi ako kumuha ng papel dahil wala akong balak i-date yung anak niya pero nag-insist si kuya, kumuha siya ng papel at isinulat ang pangalan nung anak niya. Iniabot niya sa akin yun sabay sabi, "I-add mo na agad ha, para masundan na yung apo namin!"

Dumaan ulit ung stewardess friend ko at inofferan ako ng snack, ang tanging nasabi ko na lang, "May bakante pa ba dun sa may harap? Lipat sana ako para madali lumabas mamaya."  

I'm saved. 

anti-Longchamp

Hindi ko ma-gets kung ano ba ang ikinaganda ng Longchamp bag at bakit hit na hit ito sa Pinas ngayon. Mapa-peke or imported, kahit saang sulok ka tumingin, makakakita ka ng lima sa bawat sampung babae na may dala nito. 

Kung titignang mabuti, hindi naman talaga siya chic at mukha lang syang ordinary shopping bag na ginagamit nung nanay ko tuwing namimili kami sa Divisoria. Wala rin siyang extra-ordinary compartments sa loob at napaka-friendly niya sa mga snatchers.

Uso. 

Nakiki-uso!

Hindi ako galit sa henyo na nagdisenyo ng bag na 'to, naiinis lang ako sa mga trying hard magmukhang elite sa mundo. Kahit fake, masabi lang na naka-Longchamp ako, galing 'tong Paris, keri na! Kahit hindi naman kagandahan, may I sukbit na nga my bag to my shoulder. Ang chaka!

Sarap lang sabunutan.

flying shoe

Naranasan mo na ba pagtawanan yung sarili mo?

Fresh from a hot plate... syet! Ginawa ko 'to kanina.

Habang kainitan ng pagsasayaw dahil may sasalihan kaming dance show down at todo bigay na bigay naman ako sa mga "the moves" ko, pag dating sa step na flying kick kasamang tumilapon yung suot ko na sapatos. Hahahhahahahah. Hanggang ngayon, natatawa pa rin ako at natatawa ako sa reaction ng mga nakakita. Pati yung partner ko, kulang na lang ma-ihi na kata-tawa.

"Ayan, hahataw ka pa ah!"

Nahiya ako. Pero pinagtawanan ko lang yung sarili ko. Sinu-sino nga bang magdadamayan kundi tayo tayo lang din. Hello self, I'll stay with you thru thick and thin diba? Hindi kita iniwan sa ere, kahit na yung sapatos natin lumipad na sa ere. Haha.

Subukan mo minsan pagtawanan yung sarili mo, gaan sa pakiramdam, let loose... it's not a perfect world after all.

hungry as a bear

Kung nagsabog siguro ng "Pasensya" si papa God, nasalo ko ang siyamnapu't limang porsyento nito. Ako na siguro ang taong napakahirap inisin at hindi kakayanin ng powers mo na pa-iyakin ako kahit pa bigyan ako ng napaka-imposibleng trabaho. Yung tipong kauupo mo pa lang sa station mo may lalapit agad sayo at sasabihin na deadline yan ng alas dos. Tapos sasagot ka ng "I'll try my best..." tapos magrereply ng "Sorry but you need to give that to me by 2..." tapos titignan mo yung trabaho mo na wala pa sa kalahati, then titingin ka sa oras... cuckoo, cuckoo... 1 o'clock. Ang ganda ng senario. 94.5% patience level. Red alarm activated. Ganyan ako kanina.

"You goin' for lunch?' Sabi sakin nung bago naming secretary na itago natin sa pangalang Madonna (like a virgin!)

"No, have no time to eat..." Sagot ko sa kanya with sad face.

"Do you want me to buy you anything?"

"No thank you, I'll just grab something later."

"Ok..." 

Pagtalikod niya, naluha ako. Una, dahil na-touch ako sa sinabi niya. Those were the sweetest words I've ever heard in my stay sa company. And the fact that she's new and alien, she's the least person I expected to do that. Pangalawa, dahil yung level nung pasensya ko lumagpas na sa ceiling line. Mahaba ang pisi ko pero wag na wag mo lang akong gugutumin. Dun ko naramdaman na nagwewelga na yung mga alaga ko para bang isa na lang sa kanila ang hindi pumipirma, bibigay na.

If you want to test who your true friends are, do it when you're hungry. But seriously, You'll see goodness in a person's heart with those unexpected gestures, people who has the initiative to ask and those people who do not expect anything in return. Simple and sincere acts of kindness that will make your burden as light as a feather... truly an angel without wings.

From now on, I think I should put a banner in my station... 

"Wag Gutumin, Nakamamatay!" :))

tender juicy

Nung isang araw habang kumakain kami ng mga kabarkada ko sa isang seafood resto, napansin ko ung pusit na hiniwa-hiwa para magmukhang pinya for food presentation sake. Para nga naman hindi ka maumay sa pagkain dapat masarap tignan ang luto mo. Ganun pala ung technique para magmukha siyang delicioso kahit ang totoo, wala naman talaga siyang lasa. Ewan, hindi ko lang siguro na-enjoy kumain ng pusit maliban kung gawin itong calamares. 

Moving on, dahil sa food prep technique na yun naalala ko tuloy bigla kung paano namin lutuin ung hotdog nung mga bata pa kami. Hindi lang kasi basta konting hiwa sa magkabilang dulo ung ginagawa namin. Nilalagyan namin yun ng design para kapag naluto na siya sa mantika di na siya mukhang lampayatot. 

Kaya lang nung minsan gumising ako, naiyak na lang ako sa may hagdan kasi wala na ako breakfast. Dahil ung mga barako ko na kapatid, isang pirasong TJ na lang ung tinira sa kin. Kaya simula nun, lahat un may pangalan na haha para hating kapatid. :) Ang cute. I told them the story and they were all laughing. Kulit lang.

I recently had a fight with my brother. Now that we're grown ups we don't do catfights anymore... we tweet. Kaloka. But that simple hotdog story made me miss him. We're not raised to say "i love you or i'm sorry." Cold war makes the longing grow fonder. The only thing that will break the silence is when one of us starts to speak up, not to say sorry, but to make kwento recent good or bad incidents.

"My girlfriend and I broke up. Just so you know..." 

And for that simple breather... I know we're good. 

clean slate

Type. Delete. Type. Delete.

Mic test. Uhhmm. Welcome me to the world of wonders! Fail. I've been thinking on how to make this first post a good one but I still can't find the right words to describe this niche. Maybe I am too preoccupied with the need to make a stunning impression, make or break, either, or... at this moment, I don't give a damn.

So here's my thank you speech...

Thank you to my stalker, you left me no option but this. As much as I want to kill you, be grateful that I am afraid of blood. Come to think of it, you're not the only reason why I am doing this and I  owe you for being a channel for me to start from scratch.

Thank you social networking sites for making the art of stalking an easy task. But lesson learned, I am keeping a piece of me for myself. 

And to my new readers, welcome to this blog! You may stalk me or stalk me not, at the end of the day we'll all get past it. We are all stalkers in our own little ways, so call it quits. 

I am Cece... I am n00b but not.