Major major 4 years

I suppose it’s all the rage now. Ms. Philippines Venus Raj’s famous last words: “In my 22 years of existence…I haven’t made any major major problem….”

In all fairness, she had a good answer in mind. She’s never made any mistake she’s ever regretted because it’s a learning experience, with the help and support of her family and friends. But it was the way it was presented. Blame it on (a) the nerves, (b) the excitement that she’s just gotten in the top 5, (c) the fact that no matter what happens, she’ll be bringing home a prize, (d) the probability that she’s always wanted to be asked a question by William Baldwin, (e) the simple reason of having gone to Las Vegas, at last or (f) all of the above. Whatever may be the reason for the blunder, one thing is sure, the Philippines is back on the map. In any case, let me quote Ruffa Gutierrez who, upon being interviewed by the press after the infamous Filmfest Scandal, “leave me the fuck alone!”

At least, having Ms. Raj as the last runner up in the Ms. Universe is much better news than the hostage taking and killing of several Chinese citizens by a dismissed policeman. What is it with Chinese and the Philippines? They’re always in trouble, whether it’s being kidnapped, or hostaged or killed or all of the above. Does that say anything about the relationship of Filipinos and Chinese, i.e., that the latter are just milking cows of Filipinos? I surely hope not, especially for the majority.

Being the last runner up in a beauty contest is still a lot better than being laughed at for having stupid policemen who, to save the hostages, throw teargas inside the bus and then find out they can’t go in because, surprise surprise, they don’t have gas masks! What a bunch of idiots, if I do say so myself. Not to mention, it was covered by CNN, what a total humiliation! I bet viewers didn’t know whether to be horrified or be amused at the sheer idiocy.

And so, these were the hot topics as hubby and I celebrate our 4th year wedding anniversary. Ahh, it has been a memorable one.

In which I realize who I’ve become

I have turned into a caveman, er, woman… a flirtatious cavewoman.

I don’t know what has happened to me. Maybe it’s because I’ve been living like a hermit for several years now, in the constant company only of those already known to me, that I don’t know how to interact with other people. Male people, to be exact.

This afternoon, I found myself in the company of men, some of whom I’m merely acquainted with and some of whom I’ve just met. I then found myself suddenly so self-conscious of the things I say and how it might look to other people. This only happens when I am or will be flirting.

I suppose it doesn’t help that I kinda like one of them. Obviously, given my status in life, I shouldn’t be caught dead admitting that. (Fortunately, the hubby is not here yet.) But darn it, I couldn’t help myself now, can I? I mean, after all, he was also friendly, although not in a flirty way. It’s just me, probably taking advantage of his attentions.

At the end of our conversation, I couldn’t help but wonder what my staff thought of me, whether she thought I was some sort of hoe. She was there the whole time I was talking to this guy, no doubt listening to every word. I wouldn’t put it past her if she told the other officemates about it.

But like I said, I couldn’t have possibly helped it, right?

Small Talk is cheap

Gahd, I hate small talk.

I frequently find myself attacked by small talk, mostly during lunchtime. While I understand the value of trying to get along and finding something to get the conversation ball rolling, talking about the SAME THING almost every other day just kills it. I mean, if I have to say again how we employees must wear our uniform from Monday to Thursday and that Friday is a wash day, I might just as well hit myself on the head with a club or something. Spare me!

And yet, every time, I endure it. Why? Because I have to, damn it! That’s the thing when you’re not totally free, so to speak.

Excuse me

I’ve been hiding under a rock, so excuse me while I rant about the things that have been….

1. From MSN, “Neil Patrick Harris to father twins…” with MALE partner.
WTF!?! Doogie Howser is gay? When did that happen? Just when I was starting to like him for being funny, good looking, witty and a good singer, turns out he swings the other way?

2. Kris Aquino hurt over statement of mother-in-law.
Newsflash for Kris: Is there any mother who would actually want you as their daughter-in-law?

3. Conan O’Brien will have a new show on (US) cable.
I say unto you, vengeance shall be ours. Go Conan! Kick Leno’s unfunny ass.

4. Pres. Noynoy Aquino launches website.
What, he doesn’t have a lot of things on his plate already? Ridding the country of corruption and lessening the country’s debt not challenging enough?

5. Mary Janice Davidson kicks (Twilight’s and Sookie Stackhouse’s) ass.
I don’t know where I’ve been hiding before (Hello! Under a rock, remember?!), but I’ve never heard of Mary Janice Davidson until a few days ago. And I’ve devoured her Queen Betsy Series in just a matter of days. Love it! Can’t get enough of it!

Ready to move on

It’s really been a sort of sucky time at the office. Some staff members I just can’t stand, for some reason or another. I would think I was the problem if everybody else didn’t have a thing against them. But as it is, other people have a few not so nice words to say about them. Hence, the feeling.

Anyway, I’m ready to move on. I’m looking forward to a change in my career life. I’m looking over the fence and thinking of jumping over it. The grass doesn’t seem so much greener than the pasture I’ve found myself in but, at the very least, it’s a different field. I just think it’s time to move on, like I said. I just hope things turn out better after I’ve crossed over to the other side. Hopefully, it’s not the dark side I’m turning to… and I really do hope I get to cross to the other side without any problem.