bored at 2am, i randomly browsed through my facebook friends. i rarely do this because i hate seeing successful and failing people. bitterness, envy and joy all in one is not good. it is a perfect recipe for my undying question: what am i doing with my life? comparison definitely won't help in any way. soooo, this randomness brought me to my university friend's page. richard. and he's married. happily married. back in the early days of university i was very close with only three people who i was majoring with: tessa, anj, dina and richard. oh wait, dina was economics and anj was philosophy. it was heaven's plan to gather us in one block. so yes, there were 4 of us trying to figure out and fight our way through college with alcohol and ecstasy. haha! just kidding! that was 2000. shortcut to 2009. dina, tessa, anj and richard are all married. what do i say now? i am the last 'single' standing. matira matibay. the great old maid. oh god, no! i am not rushing to get married. i'm just so envious of the beautiful photos people's weddings. fine, i am defeated by my own defense (and pretense). "i will never get married." now that i'm 27, i seriously do not want to die alone. i'd like to have one husband, please. take away. and i want it him warm. but good lord, a husband is not a chinese takeaway. i cannot just tell the man i'm dating, "oh hi, good evening. nice suit. thanks for the dinner. would you like to marry me?" i am not in the marrying stage but i can tell already that it is not as easy as ordering mcdelivery.
but Lord, i am praying. i do not want to end up ordering mcdelivery alone. at 50 years old!
and angeli, you have got to stop calling me old maid!
maybe i'd adopt an african child.
oh, sorry. that's not funny.
have u seen bruno? no, not my bruno. the borat movie bruno. its so much fun and, um, annoying at the same time. it tried too hard its not funny anymore.
4:15 am. what is wrong with me????
mother superior's wedding. or should i say my wedding. the manager of the venue must've gone crazy already. i emailed her a complete jpg and powerpoint presentation of how i want the ceremony and reception seating/table arrangement to be. details of how the service staff should serve drinks and food are now on a 3-page single spaced font 10 word document. and there are 38 "things to do." i am very sure by now my own mother is regretting handing all these into my hands. i told her i might not have a decent wedding so i might as well put so much effort in this like its mine. and yes, a wedding dress for myself won't hurt.
another thing is mama mors. my nanny of more than 10 years. mother superior and her sibling's nanny. all of my cousin's nanny. she is coming home for the wedding. she is the mother of all mothers. she's the one everyone's waiting to come home. i haven't seen her for the last 4 or 5 years because she's very busy spending her husband's money in some casino in australia. everyone in the family has already accepted, mama mors has only one favorite: and that's my 20 year old cousin benson. no one touches benson, otherwise you will have to face mama mors' dramatic tears. "wag na wag nyong anuhin si benson!" were her last words before she left for her married life. (what on earth is "anuhin" mama mors?) and she made sure her favoritism of benson is sent across the entire family clan clearly. anyway, she was officially an old maid because of us, her alagas. was. and due to last minute change of mind, she got married. i see myself in mama mors already. oh god. not again. i'm so excited to see her. everyone will have to find ways to sleep beside her. this time i will find my way to mama mors' bedside, even if it takes me to "ano" benson! hahahaha!!!! haaaay mama mors, i love you soooo much!
i was gonna say something about our newhired waitresses from china. i was training the other one to do food running. and it was a disaster in its highest form. i want to kill myself.
my novena for this week: patience. Lord, grant me the patience.
i guess i was sleeping when the Lord showered patience upon the universe.
okay, 4:31 says the clock. time to sleep now.
goodnight boys and girls. and always remember to thank the Lord for your life, good or bad, you are still alive and breathing and enjoying His creations on earth, yes, including that little mosquito that bit you last night.
and one last thing, whoever hurts my brother one more time will have to endure my trash talking. trust me on that.
LASTLY, i have no respect to people who go to church and do not practice what they preach. i am not perfect and some days i am one of them and i do hate and disrespect myself for that. but these very active church people are sickening. disgusting. and an embarrassment to human kind. just please stop.
that's all.