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Strangers in the Afternoon

Warning: this post may irk you. But if you manage to convince yourself that this is worth reading, please do so. This is about boys though, among other things.

I’m no extraordinary beauty; there’s nothing truly remarkable in my appearance. Nevertheless, I’ve been compared to different local actresses and have been on the receiving ends of guys’ appreciative looks. However, when I had my hair cut really short during college, all these vanished. Gone were the seats vacated at the bus and offered to me; gone were the near accidents that some guys almost met upon taking the chance to take a second look. I truly was able to relate to Robin’s sentiments when (spoiler alert!) she seemed invisible to other guys whenever she was wearing Barney’s engagement ring.

I figured it was because I looked younger with short hair, which I did. My mom was ecstatic at the first short haircut, saying that I finally looked my age, but got increasingly distressed over the future, much shorter haircuts. But with the nearing of graduation-photo-season, I decided it was high time I grew my hair. With a final asymmetrical bob last.. August, I think? I prepared myself for weird hair lengths I’d predictably have to suffer through.

After a couple of months, the things I got used to being absent started popping up again. It was just looks at first, until the other day. I was hanging out at Tropical Hut waiting for my mom to pick me up, when a guy asked for my name and number. I won’t deny it: it was gratifying. What’s more, he looked good and seemed to be working already; he also seemed respectful. He even waited for me to start and finish the tall glass of  maize con hielo I ordered before excusing himself to talk to me!

I just found this amusing because just the other day, an acquaintance of mine was telling me how he got to hang out with a girl for an afternoon (and recently accepted his friend request on Facebook). He was at one of the university’s cafeterias and only a couple of tables were occupied. He noticed a girl he’s seen several times before and decided to take a risk: he approached her and said, non-verbatim, “Miss, can I sit here at your table? See, it can be very lonely to eat by one’s self. ” and it paid off, albeit temporarily.

Onto other strangers. I claimed my 2-week pass at Fitness First (a popular gym here in the Philippines) and started today. To sum it up in 140 chars, let me post a collage of my tweet & the pic:

FF = Fitness Forever! The tweet says it all. (Photo courtesy of my new phone)
FF = Fitness Forever! The tweet says it all.
(Photo courtesy of my new phone)

And I was able to enlist the help of a couple of strangers in figuring out things. One of the attendants (or was she a trainer?) even offered to help me out with my workout regimen, but then I was bent on attending a class, in which I can say with complete honesty that I got my money’s worth. Note that I was able to buy this 2-week unlimited use of facilities pass for only roughly 770 PhP  (17 USD).

Last, but definitely not the least (!!) I was on the way home, commuting and being a good girl, texting my mom updates on my whereabouts along the way. I have settled into the jeep I was riding which would take me to my street, really settled with the hunk beside me sneaking glances. I don’t presume to think it was me he was glancing at, but I’d like to think so.. 😉 and when I say ‘hunk’, I meant that he was well-muscled and toned: he actually reminded me of a more defined Asian version of Seeley Booth from Bones. He also looked like he already works and his muscles seemed like occupational markers, not ones those people at FF earlier today were trying to get. Anyway, I was enjoying sitting beside him when I suddenly saw our car on the other side of the road! Apparently my mom was still in one of her offices and, deciding against my hormones, I got out of the jeep and went to my mom. Turns out there was a short circuit that caused a small lick of flame and a lot of smoke. I then accompanied my mom home on another jeep. I tell you, I wouldn’t mind giving my number to that man (I think he’s past the point of being called a boy) if he ever asked for it.

Of course, I’m joking.. Or am I? 😉

PS: On an entirely different topic, I just finished Dead Witch Walking by Kim Harrison! Rachel, the main character, has spunk and quirks that will make you both love her and be exasperated by her, but you should definitely try this if you’re into fantasy, mystery, and action. (Count adventure in since you’re delving into a whole new world.) I believe that adds a new book to my 2014 list! 21 to go 🙂

“Hey, Mum, guess what? Guess who we just met on the train?”
Harry leant back quickly so they wouldn’t see him looking. “You know that black-haired boy who was near use in the station? Know who he is?”
“Who?”
“Harry Potter!”
Harry heard the little girl’s voice.
“Oh, Mum, can I go on the train and see him, Mum, oh please..”
–excerpt from Harry Potter and the Philosopher’ Stone

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Common Names and Personal Bests

Merry Christmas everyone! With barely half an hour left (in my country, at least) before the 25th is over, I will share to you things that both befuddle me, amuse me, and make me proud. 🙂 so to jumpstart the Christmas feelings in this post:

My mom forgot to buy cash envelopes so she asked me to make some. I hope you got a couple of them, like I did 😉

Let’s start with Personal Bests.
My last post was about (re)discovering the joy of running. Since then, I have made an effort to jog every other day, a chain that was broken by today (although I did jog last Sunday & Monday). If you don’t know yet, I just started this last December 16, in an effort to jumpstart my way into fitness and not seem like a complete unfit snail compared to my HS-BFF-cum-running-veteran friend, rainbowraid. I’ve always thought of myself as a sprinter kind of runner, which was why it was no surprise that I found it hard to run 2.2 km straight on the first try. Since then though, I’d like to think I’ve improved 🙂 here are some of the recent achievements I’m proud of:
Longest continuous run3.95 km in 20’24”; average pace: 5’10” per km.
Fastest 3k18’55”.
Fastest 1k4’59”.
Sprint record0.22 km in 43 SECONDS; average pace: 3’19” per km.
As evident by the ALL CAPS, I’m most specially proud of the sprint record because it’s apparently fast (faster than a 6-minute mile) and the time it took me to run that 220 m is ‘just’ twice the world record for women (21.34 sec, Florence Griffith). Considering I haven’t been physically active in months, this just makes me proud.

Onto Common Names.
For this to make sense, you have to keep in mind that one of my preferred nicknames is “Ana”. What a really common name, right? Although it may be typically spelled as “Anna”, you’d think that my cousins and other relatives won’t find it hard to remember that my name only has a single ‘n’. But no.
I don’t know how to feel about this year’s Christmas haul, besides thankful of course. While I’m touched that almost everything non-monetary I received was in shades of violet, I can’t help but wonder how they seem to know my favorite color yet can’t remember my name properly. So here are the gifts addressed to “Ana”, “Anna”, and.. “Anne”:

  • Violet umbrella
  • Violet/purple Lacoste sling bag
  • Purple Kipling purse
  • Dark violet Kipling wallet
  • Dress with purple patterns
  • All-white bag
  • Lots of moolah \:D/

Oh, and my doctor cousin suddenly asked us out of nowhere who wants a pair of contact lenses. When she said they were green, I was like THAT’S MINE and I got it!! (Yeah, I’m one of those girls who wants to go for the fair-skinned, auburn/red hair with green eyes look.) All in all, I’d say it was an awesome haul.

I’d envisioned a brighter green but since my eyes are dark brown, here goes. At least the lenses are free 😉

Last but not the least, my sister and I weighed ourselves today. While I’m truly happy for her weight loss, which is already a whopping 10+ lbs in the last few weeks, I can’t help but be alarmed and frustrated at the same time by the fact that our weights only differ by 6 lbs now! I’ve been maintaining (w/ or without effort) my weight ever since getting out of high school, so imagine my frustration when my sister (who, by the way, used to be the slimmest of us 3 and at one point became the fattest) goes off and sheds weight like it’s tattered clothing while I run and eat moderately and nothing happens. Of course this may just be attributed to her on-the-job training at a local buffet restaurant, but this is really weird considering she didn’t lose any weight despite joining a gym for 2 months or so a couple of months back. Definitely befuddled and having mixed feelings about this one.

Over and out,

*******23

P.S. I don’t know why but whenever I find it hard to put on contact lenses, I find it easy to take them off and vice versa. Why is it never both easy? :\

Spontaneity at Its Finest .. Err, Best

As is indicative of my post’s title, this is about spontaneity; specifically, the spontaneity of a small group of friends. This group just finished their first bioinformatics-related computer programming class and was eager to grab a bite somewhere relatively cheap but filling. Where else but Gravy Fix?

(For those of you who don’t know Gravy Fix, you probably don’t live in the Philippines..or maybe not anywhere near a branch, of which I only know one, which is along Katipunan. If you ever happen to pass by there, try their food. Especially the tipsy gravy. You won’t regret it, or it’s on me.)

The only guy in the group was supposed to have an interview for a laboratory apprenticeship he applied for at our institute, but he was having doubts about proceeding since there seems to be a lot on his plate already. The three girls, which comprised the rest of the group, was able to convince him to postpone his apprenticeship and reassure him that he would be able to develop any laboratory skills he would need during the summer. The group was about to go their separate ways when one brilliant person (I truly don’t remember who, maybe it was me? :p ) suggested watching Thor. This was the second installment of the movie, the apparent sequel to Avengers.

On the way to the nearest mall (SM Marikina), the group of friends were high on the thrill of being so spontaneous. Well actually, it was just me. There’s something about being spontaneous with a group of people that I find really exciting. As I grew up, my mom was strict in some ways, always requiring me to inform her and get her permission for any hangouts with friends. But today, I had class and informed my mom and sister that I might be practicing some coding in the afternoon. It was really what I had in mind; I had no idea that it would turn out to be the perfect cover for an afternoon of fun and relaxation. As my friends and I arrived, we were disappointed to see that we just about missed the ‘earliest’ time for the next showing of Thor! But I was bent on watching and we searched for the movie schedules of the malls nearest to the one we were in. Although already 5 minutes late, we made it to the movie theater of the next mall (Sta. Lucia) and watched there.

I know I’ve had much better cinema experiences (no offense, Sta. Lu, but your cinema’s quite old) and although I highly value the tickets’ pricing as a middle-class college student, what I was able to truly appreciate was the priceless moments of fun we shared this afternoon. I’ve never had the best of luck with having a group of friends who can stand one another; in short, I’ve never really had a barkada that stayed together for so long. I suppose I might even propose a celebration of our friendship’s anniversary if I feel too sappy about it. It was utter bliss to laugh and be in the midst of people whom you can feel at ease with, even when at times they ridicule you and vice versa. I, for one, didn’t care about what other people think even when we were a little loud as we talked and laughed  (of course, not in the cinema though.) because I felt so..free.

So after the movie, we were on the way home when it started to rain. Just when I thought things couldn’t get worse, I was almost left behind by my sister, whom I couldn’t call nor text as I apparently left my cellphone in one of my friends’ cars. Figures, right? Everything goes so well, only to be swallowed by dark clouds. That’s actually the reason why I ‘reconsidered’ the term ‘finest’ at the title of this post. But I guess we all have to look for that silver lining, which I didn’t have to look hard for. My sisters and mom were in a movie-mood so we watched Thor (the first installment) at home. Even this was an out-of-the-blue decision, which was so clearly shown when my mom exclaimed, “Oh no, we watched a movie, do you have a lot of assignments? I thought it was Friday..” when she saw me at my laptop. (See, my mom’s quite strict when it comes to sleeping early. She’s been bugging me almost every day of my life to sleep early, so this is a huge deal.)

All in all, the day ended well. And while this post is certainly not one of my finest nor heart-wrenching ones, it certainly lifted up my spirits and made me happier than anything else has in ages. Here’s to a better second semester 🙂

Over and out,

*******23

P.S. In the mood for some sweet light reading? If you’re a girl, I’d go for Tracie Puckett’s books. I’m currently reading her Just a Little Series since I can’t find the third book of her Webster Grove series. But I’m warning you, this is a real chick-flick type of series. Still good, though.

Limited Memory and Small Worlds

So this is supposedly a brilliant post as it has been ages since I last posted; yet I couldn’t think of a more appealing title–not just to you potential readers, but also to myself. However, let’s make the best of it.

My laptop, according to its specifications, has a 750 GB hard drive capacity. Of course that still includes the memory needed for the operating system, but there’s actually less. Recently though, it has slowed down a lot since I only have 80+GB of memory left. No wonder I always perk up at the mention of external hard drives (which I’m bound to buy. soon.).

Despite all the files I want to save, I’m glad that this lack of memory ‘forced’ me to do some things which I ought to have done long ago. For example, I was able to delete this photo album of my last serious guy and I, which mainly consists of ‘selfies’ we took of ourselves whenever we were together or when he visits me at my house. I deleted it past July 2013 I think, and we stopped being ‘together’ on August 2012. See, the problem with us (or maybe just me) is that we humans tend to underestimate the power of our limited memory capacity. When I was with said guy, I thought that I’d have a hard time getting over him if ever we had to ‘break up’ (Disclaimer: we were never together.). Of course, he’s my first love and people say there’s something about your first love having a special spot in your heart. But the universe seemed to be on my side: we never crossed paths (although I saw him once, and my friends saw him a couple of times) and we didn’t have common friends. I barely had any reason to think of him except when I allow myself to remember experiences we’ve shared. Either time healed my wounds or it made me simply forget. A couple of weeks ago, I was in my friend’s car and a love song came up. It was a good song and I started singing along to it, only to find my friends looking at each other. Apparently, it was the song that my ex-guy sang to me on my 18th birthday (June 2012); they even had a recording of it.

But I guess the universe (or God) has a funny way of reminding me that although it gave me space, running away from memories of my ex-guy is not the proper solution to a broken heart. This semester, one of my sisters took a class in which one of her classmates was..
..you guessed it–my ex’guy’s girlfriend. Oh universe (for I wouldn’t want to be blasphemous), thou deals a tricky hand! More amusing was, this classmate of my sister’s was befriending her for they held positions in their class. She was telling my sister about having a boyfriend and gushing about how sweet her boyfriend was, without any knowledge that the one she’s befriending is actually the sister of her boyfriend’s ‘ex’.

At first, I made a big deal out of this, going so far as to share it with my friends and even try to ‘stalk’ the girl. I’ll admit it: I wanted to see who, in my mind, he replaced me with. I smiled gratefully at my friends for the supposedly-called-for dissing of this girl, which was funny since half the time I was the one defending her. My sister’s stories about the girl’s stories eventually made me think that maybe, just maybe, my ex-guy has changed. I began to feel happy for them and was even resolved to say hi to him if we ever meet by chance. (Note: I’ve never caught a glimpse of him again, ever since that time that I saw him walking while I was riding a car.) Recently though, said girl confided in my sister that she and my ex-guy are not together anymore. It was specially sad since this girl’s debut was coming up; but then, it was the girl who broke things off with him. I initially felt smug when the girl told me sister something like, “your sister must have also seen something wrong in him”, but when I truly thought about it..I didn’t care.

I didn’t care.

And I realize that I’ve stopped caring a long time ago. Writing this post isn’t about remembering; it’s about my fascination at what I’ve forgotten. I don’t remember a lot of the experiences we had, except maybe some firsts. I don’t recall how chummy we were with each other, even back when we were just friends (although I know my journal will gladly remind me; speaking of which, I came upon said journal over the summer and couldn’t believe a lot of the stuff that was said, or rather, texted/chatted about). It felt somewhat like a dream. This all coming from me, when it took me a whole year to get over a serious crush back when I was in high school. Maybe new experiences just piled up and had to take over the memory space. Maybe memories are somehow like limbs: if you don’t think of them enough times, they gradually disappear or plunge into the unknown. Maybe, maybe.

But even if it ultimately means that I’ll have to forget a lot of things to keep living functionally, I’m glad it happened. Sometimes, memory loss isn’t as bad as it sounds. Rather, sometimes it may just be the tool needed to cut you loose from whatever is holding you back. So even though I’m not like my laptop and can’t store my memories somewhere (of which, no offense, anything but a Pensieve* is inadequate for), this is one of the times I’m glad that I was not born with perfect memory.

*refer to Harry Potter series/movies

Over and out,

*******23