Oh yeah. Our Great Editor is coming over for a week and he wants to go to Subic.
Labels: vacation
Something tells me I shouldn't have gone out of the house yesterday.
Incident # 1: I got off the jeepney in front of the village yesterday morning and almost got hit by a motorcycle. It was a good thing the bike wasn't going too fast as it was about to turn left. My heart pounding like crazy, the rest of my walk to the office was thankfully uneventful.
Incident # 2: On our way home, Joks and I were riding in the jeep when another jeep rammed into us, right where Joks and I were sitting. If the other jeepney was going any faster, we would have been taken on a free trip to the hospital (or the grave, for that matter).
Incident # 3: As soon as I got off that jeep, another jeepney came careening directly where I was standing. If Joks hadn't yelled for me to get out of the way or if the brakes on that jeep gave out, I would have been road pizza. I cursed, froze for a second, just like a deer in the headlights, and wondered why I got out of the house at all.
WTF?!?
I'm glad I'm still alive today though. I'm not ready to die just yet. I guess, somebody's really looking out for me and I am so, so thankful for that.
I've been meaning to post something here since last weekend but I've never really felt like writing over the holidays. Silly me, since I have so much to blog about and don't really know where to start.
Maybe from where I left off, yes? Well then, thanks to Y_slaybelle, Jaden's bike riding dreams have come true.
No, no. That bike was the one we rented at the Circle weeks before Jaden got his bike. That one's old. This one, however, is brand spanking new.
It says "Bat Boy." He'd wanted a Spiderman bike but sadly, that wasn't available. But he latched on the four-wheeled wonder immediately. Last Saturday, we took it out to the Circle for the second time.
Okay, so Jaden didn't do much biking around. His legs are still a wee bit short for him to pedal one full revolution. And he gets tired too quickly. So he parked the bike and headed off to the playground.
There. The little tyke is as happy as can be. Meanwhile, Leala and Lola soaked in the sun and the fresh air.
Certain scents remind me of a certain time in my life. If Tommy Girl reminded me of college, this brought back many high school memories. Hence, the purchase.
I had a weird dream Saturday night, see, partly about M. M had been my crush since kindergarten, ever since klutzy me tripped all over myself one day in front of him. He didn't laugh at me. Didn't even smile. He simply, shyly even, handed me my wayward headband and walked away, leaving me to gather pieces of my self-esteem and wonder about him, the six-year old gentleman. We never so much as talked all throughout grade school. It was probably because we were far too shy about how we felt for each other. His mother told my mother how he carved out our names on a tree in their yard. In sixth grade, he used to walk me home but we wouldn't talk. We'd walk on either side of the road and I'd be so nervous and kilig the whole time. We didn't go into the same high school together so I rarely saw him, if at all throughout most of high school.
During the summer going into our fourth year though, he suddenly came to our house and I guess, made ligaw. That was probably the first time somebody did that to me. We had a relationship then. But then, I guess we were both still too young for that kind of thing and more than once I was afraid of where it was all going. I knew I had to break it off, so I did, without explaining to him why. The last time I saw M was in a golf course country club somewhere in Pampanga. I was already married to Joks then and though he greeted me, we never got to talk at length. I wish we did, though. It would've been nice to know how he's doing after all these years.
Labels: random rambling