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Friday, 27 March 2015

Flashback Friday: Hayop Ka!

I find it so hard to keep a blogging schedule but I’m really trying. So here goes today’s Flashback Friday!

Animals

I remember physically fighting with my sister Bea. We were fighting about this stupid toy. I forgot what it was, all I know is that I so wanted to play with it but she didn’t wanna give it to me so I got hysterical and crazy. Being the older child, of course my mother wanted me to give in to my sister. But I wouldn't surrender without a fight. We started hitting each other, pulling each other’s hair, kicking limbs, whatever. And then my mom intervened. Bea got the toy and my ego got wounded. (Haha!) She started going to the second floor so I chased after her while shouting “animal ka!

Happier times. I'm pretty sure we were older here than we are in this story.


I can still remember clearly that I really meant that she was a literal animal. Like a cat, dog, bear, etc. But my mom didn’t take it that way. Hayop is the Tagalog word for animal and when you say Hayop Ka! that means you’re cursing the person you’re talking to.

So of course I got spanked and the situation, chaotic as it is, got worse! My mom asked me where I got that. I just said I heard it on the television. She then banned us from watching TV for a few days. Hello, I heard that from a teleserye they were watching. It wasn’t really my fault. Haha.

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I guess I was confused at the time. I didn’t really mean it to sound like I was cursing Bea. I just really wanted her to be like a real animal. Hahahahahahashjaksalk.

Monday, 16 March 2015

I no longer...

“I no longer have patience for certain things, not because I’ve become arrogant, but simply because I reached a point in my life where I do not want to waste more time with what displeases me or hurts me. I have no patience for cynicism, excessive criticism and demands of any nature. I lost the will to please those who do not like me, to love those who do not love me and to smile at those who do not want to smile at me.

I no longer spend a single minute on those who lie or want to manipulate. I decided not to coexist anymore with pretense, hypocrisy, dishonesty and cheap praise. I do not tolerate selective erudition nor academic arrogance. I do not adjust either to popular gossiping. I hate conflict and comparisons. I believe in a world of opposites and that’s why I avoid people with rigid and inflexible personalities. In friendship I dislike the lack of loyalty and betrayal. I do not get along with those who do not know how to give a compliment or a word of encouragement. Exaggerations bore me and I have difficulty accepting those who do not like animals. And on top of everything I have no patience for anyone who does not deserve my patience.”


Friday, 6 March 2015

Flashback Friday: No More Long Locks

For my birthday this year, Ken and I decided to go with his workmates to their other co-worker’s family farm in Mexico, Pampanga. When we were on the road, they decided to ask everyone to share their earliest memory. And I couldn’t think of mine. Sure I have lots of childhood memories, but I’m not sure what’s the earliest.

So to be able to not forget them, I decided to write down every childhood memory I have that made an impact in my entire life. And I will be naming these posts Flashback Friday: (their individual titles).

I decided to go with this one first. (I kind of have a lot, I mean don’t we all?) Although I’m sure this isn’t my earliest childhood memory. Also, I’ve written and shared this already to my high school English class and I remember my professor finding it so funny. Here goes…

That time I made my girl cousin almost-bald.

I can’t say I actually did it. But it was my fault my aunt shaved my cousin’s long, beautiful, luscious hair. I’m really not sure how old I was. I think I’d just ask my aunt how old my cousin was when she sported a skinhead. Hehe. Anyway… So we were playing in our bedroom with my sister and I think I was doing my cousin’s hair. You know, braiding it and stuff. And then I just decided to grab a pair of scissors and cut a little portion of it at the top. Of course it looked weird and all. Haha! So my aunt got so mad she took my cousin to a parlor and asked the hairdresser to shave my cousin’s entire head. She’s a lesbian now, btw. Maybe having a boy cut then triggered that. Idk. But she acted so much like a boy after that incident.

What I remember the most is the satisfaction I felt the moment that snipping sound was heard. I can imagine the face I made when I made that cut, until now. I was so pleasured by what I did. Why?? Because I envy her hair, of course! I loved her hair and mine at that time was a short bob. (I’ve always sported bobs during childhood, btw). I wasn’t sure if I felt guilty. Probably not. Lol. But I believe that is a life-changing event for my cousin.

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Feel free to share YOUR early childhood memories. I’d be happy to read them!

Wednesday, 4 March 2015

Block

Instead of doing something I was supposed to do for work, I am currently listening to Lorde. Yes, Lorde. Hipster shit. Am I right? Char. I do like Lorde most of the time.

Anyway…

I love blogging. And writing in general. But lately, I’m losing touch of my “writer” self. Asa. But I will always admire great writers who know how to express what I’m feeling for me. All these feelings and thoughts sound much more profound and coherent coming from their mouths. Or should I say pens? (Typewriter, computers, etc.)


I’m just not inspired. Can I use that excuse? Damn.