I had a I-wanna-pull-on-my-hair-and-scream day at work yesterday. I was feeling so low and I just wanted to get home as fast as I could so instead of commuting, I decided to hail a cab.
10 minutes into the ride and the driver, who looked like he was in his 50s, said:
Driver: Madami na talagang magandang babae ngayon. Nung panahon ko, konti lang sila. Kung bata-bata pa rin lang sana ako... Me: *fake smile* (oh great, this is just what I need after a toxic day at work) Driver: Tulad mo. Dumaan ka lang, napapalingon mga lalake. Hindi pwedeng hindi tumingin sayo. Me: *fake smile* (Bakit kaya sila mapapalingon? Kasi sasabihin nila, "OMG! Ang laki ng babae o!!!) Driver: Ilang taon ka na ba, iha? Me: Matanda na po ako. 26 na po. Driver: Naku, bata ka pa. Hindi ka pa matanda kasi nasa calendaryo ka pa. Ako, wala na sa calendaryo pero nasa Bingo pa. Pero dapat mag-asawa ka na. Dapat pagdating mo ng 30, may anak ka na. Me: *sarcastic smile* (Bwiset na to, eh di parang sinabi mo na rin na matanda na ako!) Driver: Siguro naman sa ganda mong yan may boyfriend ka na? Me: (bolero!) Meron po. Driver: Aba! Hindi ba siya natatakot? Buti natitiis niya? Me: Huh? Bakit po siya matatakot? Natitiis? Driver: Eh sa ganda at sexy mong yan, dapat hindi ka na pinapakawalan. Nakakatakot maagawan. Buti natitiis niya na hindi ka pakasalan. Me: Ah. Hehehe. Si Manong talaga, marunong pa rin mambola. Driver: Hindi ako marunong mambola. Me: *smile* (yeah riggghhttt!!!)
I gave him a hefty tip. Who cares about having empty pockets when your ego and self esteem has been pumped, puffed and overblown, just when you needed it most? Heheheh!
I'm still dealing with work issues and I have a million things to worry about. I still want to pull on my hair and scream until my vocal chords tire out. I have this relentless craving to leave town and go on a real vacation and splurge! But my head is saying, "you need to save, you need to save". So right now, I'm telling myself to HOLD THAT THOUGHT.
Maybe soon.
Bunny @ Tuesday, May 24, 2005
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about moi
Loves the beach, wishes she had more time and money to travel, recently got hooked to
climbing mountains, reads anything she can get her hands on, frustrated writer, adores her
3-year-old Lhasa Apso, Tashi,
constantly needs caffeine, wonders when she'll quit smoking, and will most
likely die due to liver complications from drinking too much (if the cigarettes
doesn't get to her lungs first). Can't live without accessories especially
big, dangling earrings, shoe freak (aren't we all?), sucker for discovering
hole-in-the-wall restaurants, will ingest anything spicy, enjoys giving and receiving
massages, addicted to Friends, Sex and the City and CSI, goes gaga over kids, dreams of
being alone with Jim Morrison and smoking a joint with Bob
Marley. Would love to party with Gwen Stefani, shop with Patricia Field, write poetry with
Maya Angelou and have Sting, Nelson Mandela, Mark Twain and Bono over for
dinner.
