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Of Rudeness and Cab Drivers [Wed - 04/23/08 - 3:16am] [ mood | infuriated ] [ music | L'Arc~En~Ciel - Kuchizuke ] WARNING: REALLY LONG POST! Every now and then I get to encounter people who are so rude that I so desperately want to scream at them and tell them to shut up. Sometimes it irritates me because I rarely go out and I rarely mingle with people. And of all the people to meet during these rare chances, I encounter more of the rude types compared to the nice ones. I'm not used to conversing with people of all attitude types, and I only talk to someone after I get to know him or her for quite some time. I thought about it for bit, and it led me to realize that I don't even like to engage in "friendly" conversations with cab drivers the way some people (like my parents) do. Why did I mention cab drivers? Because some cab drivers can be pretty rude. I have my own share of unfortunate experiences with rude and annoying taxi drivers, including one where my classmate and I were forced to get off before we even reached our destination so he could avoid heavy traffic (and he didn't give us the change! The bastard!). Early last night, there was yet another encounter with the rude and annoying kind. Mom, Dad, and I took a cab home after we bought an airconditioning unit for my room. The driver started yapping about the AC unit we bought, saying that it's not a good choice because the brand is of poor quality. Mom and Dad were generally quiet about it, but also argued discreetly that it's not entirely a poor choice. I found that really rude. Why should he comment so badly on something that the passengers had just bought? Does it concern him? And would such comment prove beneficial to the passengers now that they've bought it? I started to feel irritated, but I kept quiet. My parents have this annoying habit of talking to taxi drivers. I'm not entirely against it, but I think it's not a good idea to talk to them since they're technically strangers. You don't know where the conversation can lead to, and you don't know what kind of reaction you'll get. It's not a good idea to talk to strangers especially if they're on the driver's seat. At least for me. In this case, the conversation soon led to how many children my parents have, who is the eldest, who has finished schooling, and finally, the course I took in college. It went something like this: (Sorry for the rough translation; my parents were also talking, but I wanted to stress the conversation between me and the rude driver.) Dad: "Media. Journalism." Rude Driver (turning to me): "Aba, malakas ba loob mong tumira ng pulis at pulitiko? buo ba loob mong pumunta sa mga delikadong lugar saka delikadong trabaho?" (So, are you brave enough to criticize policemen and politicians? Do you have the guts to go to dangerous places and take on dangerous jobs?) Me (in a joking tone): "Ay hindi ko po type ang politics." (Oh, politics is not my type.) RD: "Kung gusto mong sumikat, mag-radyo ka muna." (If you want to be famous, start in radio [broadcasting].) Me (still in a less serious tone): "Naku ayoko din po sa radyo. Lalo na kung pulitika, sakit lang sa ulo yun." (I don't prefer radio [broadcasting] either. Especially if it concerns politics, it would just burden me.) RD (laughs a bit): "Eh anong gusto mo?" (So what do you like?) Me: "Travel or lifestyle, kahit ano basta light lang." (Travel or lifestyle, anything as long as it's light.) RD (raises voice): "Naku walang pera sa travel travel na yan! Alam ko kasi nasa production ako dati!" (Oh, there's no money in that travel stuff! I know, because I used to work under the production [division].) Me: "Meron naman, yun nga lang kailangan alam mo kung saan ka susuot." (There's money [in Travel], provided that you know where to go [I meant agency, company, magazine, etc.].) RD: "Malaki pera pag tumitira ka ng pulitiko, tignan mo, mabenta sina K****a, T***o, saka N**i!" (You'll get a lot of money if you criticize [expose] politicians, see how K****a, T***o, and N**i [three of the the most popular journalists in the country then and now] get to be paid a lot!) Me: "Kung sweldo lang, siyempre maliit makukuha mo, pero sa lagay madami kang makukuha." (In terms of salary, of course you won't get much, but you'll get a lot in terms of bribe money [to prevent journalists from making exposes and criticisms].) RD: "Ganun? Eh kung sa travel travel naman, kaya mo bang ma-assign sa mga gyera? Tipong dun sa may Abu Sayaff o NPA?" (Is that so? About that travel stuff, are you willing to be assigned in war zones? Let's say where the Abu Sayaff or NPA [terrorist groups] are?" Me (in a joking tone yet again): "Pwede naman siguro, sakaling dumating yung time na ok sa akin yun." (Perhaps I could do that, in case the time comes when I'm okay with it.) That was the last thing I said. The conversation went on, but I didn't bother answering anymore. Mom and Dad continued conversing with the driver. I was irritated beyond comparison. Fast-forward to dinner time, Mom and Dad began scolding me moments after they sat down to eat. They said I shouldn't have answered the way I did, and I should know how to "estimate" the attitude of the person. Otherwise I'd end up offending the person and who knows what could happen next. I completely understand their points, but I wanted to let them know my side as well. They should have at least asked me why I argued the way I did. I could have given them three points: ONE: It would be rude not to answer when someone is talking to you. I answered as honestly and truthfully without sounding too arrogant or too naive. At least that's what I tried to do. TWO: I don't want to get embarrassed by this rude driver. I wanted to give the impression that I know what I want and I have an idea on how the "system" works. THREE: I wanted to defend myself because it seemed like they were ganging up on me. I was offended. My parents gave the impression that they don't like the course I took, while this rude driver backed them up and badmouthed the field. I know I have my own share of mistakes and I know that I shouldn't have engaged in the conversation in the first place. I couldn't suck up and agree to that stupid driver who thinks he knows everything about Journalism (he has this idea that Journalism refers to Broadcast Journalism only) just because he worked in "production" (the hell, he didn't even mention under which division [news, sitcom, noon time show, etc.] he worked for), so I might as well have kept my mouth shut. I guess I learned the hard way. This would be the last time I would ever have a conversation with a rude person. I'm still irritated about it, so I'd better cool down with some Laruku hits. I'm forever addicted to Eien, Winter Fall, Honey, Kuchizuke, Kaze ni Kienaide, and Kasou. Hyde-sama's voice is so calming and soothing yet stimulating! (LOL) Thanks Sephy for sending some songs! You're so sweet~ =* P.S. Finally, I'm no longer a bum! Today (tonight, rather) is my first day at work. Wish me luck! ^__^ read 2 or comment

Finally. I know I should be happy, but... [Wed - 04/4/07 - 3:53am] [ mood | negative ] I have been waiting for the day to come, and I have worked my ass for it. I promised myself that I would leave no room in my heart for regret and "what could have been" when graduation comes. But it really can't be helped. When I walked up the stage with a toga wrapped around my shoulders and a cap on my head, I felt so proud of myself. Though no honors for me, I am consoled and kept content by the fact that it came so close to me, enough for me to feel the subtle brush of it against my fingers. I almost had it. Nevertheless, looking back at the things I achieved, the torturous projects I finished, the mental gymnastics I had with professors, the competition among friends and foes, the brain-slushing exams I answered, the training I endured, and everything else, I knew I have every reason to be genuinely proud of myself and how far I have gone. One unsatisfied look from Mother dearest is enough to send me crashing down from the very stage that celebrated all my hard work and efforts. All it took for make me hate myself was a single indifferent glance from the very person I expected to at least whisper, "I'm so proud of you." I am not a hypocrite. I did not, do not, and will never talk about every day of my existence only in a happy tone, just because of what people might think of me. And just because it's a Graduation doesn't mean that it's so festive and all that. I've always been open when talking about my Mother. She's not all that evil; maybe we just don't get along and understand each other. Some things just hurt so bad and we need to let them out so we can heal. Now, all that's left for me to do is to get myself a good job and work really hard. From now on, I have only myself to think about, and there's nowhere else to go but forward. So help me God. comment

Taking the life that is mine. [Mon - 03/12/07 - 4:19am] [ mood | determined ] [ music | She Wants Revenge - Tear You Apart ] Give it around three weeks more, and I'd be officially forced to earn my own money. For a reason. All these years I've lived in a suspended childhood of some sort. I thought I'd eventually get to be treated with respect and regard like an adult. But I've reached 21, finished my academic obligations, will join the working force soon, and I'm still treated like some melodramatic 12-year-old. I've never asked for anything big from my parents, especially my mom. I've never been a bratinella. For all those times that I was misunderstood, I kept quiet and just cried myself to sleep. I've never considered turning into a rebel child. I studied hard and good, never got pregnant, never eloped, never did drugs, never gave in to bad influences. Now that I'm at the time and age when I think I ought to be given something for all my efforts, I only want to be given the independence and regard that has long been denied of me. I have long been a woman. I am no longer a sniveling, whiny, immature girl. I only want to be seen as a person capable of making her own decisions and standing by them. I don't think I have any choice, but to move out of this house. Maybe it's going to be one of my first major decisions as an adult. I don't want to live as a child forever. I have so many things to do, so many plans that need to be done, so many dreams that must be pursued. My dear mother, you pull on the reins too hard. You've been holding me back too long enough. You hurt me too much. One of these days, I'll no longer be under your wing. I'll live somewhere on my own and fend for myself, but I don't want you to call me an ingrate. I have a life that is mine, and I'm just taking it. One day, dear mother, maybe we'll understand each other. P.S. + Tear You Apart is sexy, but not cheap. Same cussing, same subject (sex). Try listening to it, and I'm sure you'd get what I mean. + Sephy and I are still wide awake at this hour (4 a.m.). Me because of coffee, Sephy because of a weird nightmare. Err. + Momo, my adorable blue-eyed baby Siamese kitty, is getting more playful and loveable each day. ^_^ comment

I'm really sorry. [Fri - 09/15/06 - 8:46pm] [ mood | confused ] We had a great plan and concept, everybody was so ready and positive about it, but our first shoot for the Sports Journ TV magazine did not go as I had perceived. I will not go into the details. I think it's enough for me to say that I got sandwiched between my committments at school and my personal life. I apologize to those who were present and witnessed it all. I'm sorry to you, who might still be thinking that I haven't done what I was supposed to do. What you wanted and expected me to do. And to you too, because I wasn't able to tell you what NOT to do. And perhaps you were clueless about it. If only I had thought of warning you or something like that, it might not have happened. But it's so hard to focus when two things that mean a lot to you start to clash. I can still remember how I felt when it happened, how my mind had shut down on me, and how it seemed to me that I was acting out of reflex. I want to blame myself for not thinking (and preparing myself) about what could happen. But then, something tells me that what happened was something beyond my control. It's so confusing. I think it's going to be hard facing everyone again. God, help me get through everything. read 1 or comment

Happy Anniversary! [Tue - 07/25/06 - 10:44pm] Today, amidst the rain and all, Sephy and I celebrated the day we turned one year. ^_^ I woke up late, as usual, and I was surprised when Seppu sat right there when I went down. He went all the way here without telling me! He said he had no training at the office today because the classes were suspended, and so he decided to spend the rest of the day with me. It was a day of total sweetness. We played GBA roms, watched TV, had lunch and merienda together. We also bought a cake, sago't gulaman, and mais con hielo to celebrate our anniversary. We had actually gone out last Saturday because we thought we wouldn't be able to see each other on the exact day, because of my classes. We ate at Kumoro Soba (really yummy there! I love their miso soup!), watched Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest, and bought some good books (The Blood Doctor, Face Down Among the Winchester Geese, and Frankenstein) for less than a hundred bucks each. We saw a cute Siamese kitten at Bio Research, and promised to buy him soon as an anniversary gift for each other. We already have a name for him: Karupin, after Ryoma's (of Prince of Tennis) very own Siamese. ^_^ Although we've been getting into quite serious fights lately, I'm happy everything we've planned had pushed through. Happy 1st Anniversary, Sephy! I love you so very muchos. ^_^ comment

Rainy Days [Thu - 07/13/06 - 11:42am] It's been raining these past days, so I had the chance to sleep a lot and sort of get started with a lot of reports, magazines (again), and articles. But I've also been bored and grumpy lately, and been into some petty arguments with Sephy. I guess it's because of all the pressure from school. He fears that I lose time for him and all that, and I really, completely understand it. I just hope he understands too, that I have to do what I have to do for school. >_< And I'm sorry if I have been quite messed up because of all the stuff that I have to finish. I'll make it up to you as soon as I can. These rainy days have also been keeping me from going anywhere, including my on the job training at DOJ. Good thing that I only have two days to complete the 100 hours. Wee~ I'll miss Ma'am Gigi and writing police/court stories. I just wish I could have gotten in Malaya earlier. Sephy and the Bugois are going to watch Pirates of the Carribean today. Yes, without me. I wanted to go too, but Megamall is too far from here. I might get stuck when the streets get flooded. I'm going to drown myself with school work to forget about getting depressed. Or I might get a facial with my brother. I love you Sephy... I miss you... comment

Silly me >_ [Sun - 06/25/06 - 6:43pm] When people told me that letting go could mean leaving behind a messed-up life, crazy mistakes, and a stupid asshole you don't deserve to deal with, I should have known better than to say "things will pass and I'll let go...just not now". I should have done that "letting go" thing ages ago. Whenever I look back at the person I was before, and the emotional round-abouts that I had been through, I always thank God that He didn't let me get stuck with an extremely moronic loser. Yes, I'd always be grateful even if it was just a teeny weeny bit late. I was almost giving up. Saying stuff like, "I won't move on", "It's so hard", blah blah. But God was soooooo great and kind and loving and merciful to fish me out of that stupidity that was slowly sucking me in. I don't know if I was drugged, or bewitched, or if I lost half of my brain cells, that I allowed myself to be wronged, cheated, and abused (my kindness, that is) by a moronic half-wit. Gawd, I'm sooo damn ashamed to even think about it. >_< God took away something that I sooo didn't deserve, and instead gave me someone that could and would treat me right. He gave me Sephy not so long ago. Happy 11 months of love and fun to my Sephy-pu! ^_^ read 3 or comment

All about him [Wed - 06/14/06 - 1:42pm] It has been almost a year for us, and my Daddy-pu has never failed to make wonderful things happen. Of course, it was a rollercoaster ride, there were times when we didn't get along. But he was always true to me, and never let our differences compromise the relationship. He has come up with new and fun ways to celebrate each month, from looking for each other in places we'd be going together, to giving each other CDs of our favorite songs, to playing Guitar Freaks all day. He has become so much a part of me that I soon realized that when we go out, I always find myself eating the same food that he eats, reading the same manga that he likes, hanging out with his own barkada of boys. I knew he was different, for what kind of a guy would let come near his barkada? The typical guy would let you meet his friends, but after the first encounter, no more. I've become one of the boys, and he let me in the side of guys that I didn't know. I wasn't expecting to find fun and companionship with boys. He taught me how to be simple. I didn't have to wear the skimpiest skirts and torture myself with heels for him to appreciate me. I didn't have to starve myself to get the body that every guy salivates for. I didn't have to make a clown out of myself with tons of make-up to make him smile. He loves me for what I could wear, not with what fashion dictates of a woman. When I'm with him, I am myself. And for everything that he's done for me, I never forget to give him treats... Like our own blog, web layouts, bookmarks, and my most recent present, our own theme for his mobile phone. ^_^ I'm happy to be by his side, to be a part of his every joy and sorrow, to have witnessed his failures and triumphs. A month more, and it has been a year worth celebrating. ^_^ I love you Sep-pu! comment

Whew. [Mon - 03/20/06 - 12:58pm] [ mood | restless ] For the part one of this story, please go here. I just got back from Business-Mirror (Makati). Julai and I submitted our resumes there, and I think we're in. We were given the "Student-Company Agreement" something, and I don't think they'll give you something like that if you're not hired. So I guess we'll be "working" for any of the following: Mirror, Philippine Graphic, or Cook (which is just perfect for Julai). I convinced Julai to go with me to Agence France Presse (we won't get in until May, if ever we do get in, since we were late in submitting our resumes), for the thrill of experiencing at least five stories a day. Mwahaha! I'm still not sure about the schedule, but we agreed to go to GMA first, because they most likely won't have many slots allotted. We've been too blinded with our dreams of working in Summit Media, and never realized that they probably won't want us. Now the options are right before our very eyes. Take it, take it! =)) P.S. Political Dynamics Finals today, btw. And I still have so much to do. BLAAAAHHH I can't wait for the tons of work to disappear! comment

Woo. Sleepy. [Wed - 02/22/06 - 2:24am] [ mood | sleepy ] Half-past two in the morning, and I'm still awake. I'm finally done changing the layouts. Pretty, isn't it? I don't think I'll make my own layout here anytime soon, simply because I don't have the time and energy to figure it out. I find it quite complicated changing layouts. And suddenly, there's so much to do at school. Broadsheet, thesis, reaction papers, quizzes. I'm starting to feel the intensity of everything. And there's been an issue of some posters anonymous lurking at Aji's LJ. In case they've already took interest of me and my LJ, I don't give a damn. Whether they divulge their identities or not, I don't a bit either. So there. Time to get under the sheets. I missed my bed. XD read 5 or comment

Hmmmmmm... [Fri - 02/17/06 - 11:12am] [ mood | sleepy ] I have my own domain now. I post there more often. View it here: http://sugar-sentiments.net I'll use this to network my LJ friends. I might cross post here too from time to time. And I'll do something about the layout too. School's the same: busy, lively, ayus lang. No comment nalang baka kung anu pa masabi ko hehe. Oh, and OJT soon. And I applied in Summit Media pa lang. So slow dah. Bleeeh I hope I get to have my practicum in Summit. Mainly because I'm too busy with school stuff or figuring out my messed up existence. Not much social life din. Thanks to Photo-Journ class, I get to have my share of the sun and a bit of strolling around too. It's not only a test of how much I learned about taking pictures, but also determining if I'm street-smart or not. Ciao~ read 3 or comment

Bleh. [Fri - 05/13/05 - 11:02pm] [ mood | sleepy ] [ music | Nice To Know You - Incubus ] I'm new here...well, kinda. I'll try to post anything worth reading soon. And change the layout too. Anyway, I have more entries here: http://www.tabulas.com/~rowan_mayfair . I'm more active there. See ya around. ^_^ comment

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