I really, really, REALLY, want to blog ever since this Sunday but I can’t seem to get myself into settling down in front of the computer and have the thoughts running smoothly. At one time, I was limiting my time in the net (‘coz I was in an internet café), another I subconsciously used up playing Facebook games, another I overslept and used up the time that I was supposed to be blogging…
Anyway, now I had the time. Actually, I have a quiz tomorrow in Repro lecture and I was suppose to start on the skeleton of my NP but I don’t want to miss this once-in-a-lifetime circumstance when I feel like writing, haha!
I want to write about many things. I decided I’ll do so in chronological order. Here I go:
We worked on our group NP again. But before that, we dated Manny first. Then, there’s this Milo marathon thingy the next day so they were busy preparing the Freedom Grandstand for the event. Before going up (6th floor Kahirup), we wanted a taste of the marathon so we passed by the Start banner and Finish banner. Some guy was telling us, “Kadasig sa inyo day ba.”
Okay, nothing really happened. Let’s fast forward to the next day.
We woke up at around or something. We fixed our things and readied ourselves to go home. Since there’s the Milo marathon thing, the jeepneys are taking different routes. We have no choice but to walk.
As we were walking, we passed by many ‘marathoners’ (haha!), ang iban gina-career ang marathon, ang iban for fun
O di ba? Same marathon, different purposes.
That sometimes, we are at the same place, same time, same situation and yet there’s still a variety of things about these same people.
At around , I went to attend mass at St. Clement’s. I arrived midway so when it was finished, I stayed and waited for the next mass. So what’s something with this mass?
The priest talked about relationships...
As he and his father were driving and this observation happened as they pass Jaro Plaza:
*after seeing a couple cross the street, each one almost as if attached to another*
*after seeing a couple cross the street, comfortably holding hands*
*after seeing a couple cross the street, one of them chasing the other*
“Married for years already.”
Do you get the point? Sorry if that wasn’t clear. Okay.
So, Father’s point was that these days, relationships tend to fade as years pass by.
Now wasn’t that sad? Really, I don’t like this aspect of life, and I’ve been thinking about it time and again but I can’t seem to figure why things have to be that way.
I guess I’ll start with two special points in mind: science and religion. Let’s start with science. There’s this text message I’ve received about love lasting for 6 months or something and that liking is what makes a relationship last long. I’m having a conclusion that love serves as a foundation and liking is the glue of the relationship. I don’t know if there’s any proof of this but let’s just consider this as true. I’ll hang here. Let’s proceed to the next.
As a Catholic, I knew of things such as adultery, monogamy, faithfulness, etc. So considering that thing above, thinking about love lasting for just a few months, and with all these rules in my religion about monogamy and adultery and divorce, keeping relationships is a VERY BIG CHALLENGE. I don’t think it will be a big deal for most people, say that if you really love a person, you really love each other, there’s no way abiding to your obligations as a Catholic would be, in any way, hard. Well, I really want to argue with you because with my personality and EQ, I’m finding it hard to keep my feelings for a certain person at the same intensity for a very long time. It would take a great deal of glue and paste to keep that intact.
I don’t keep grudges, I’m not angered easily, I can let go easily but I tend to be impatient and have high expectations from people. I suddenly see you as nice but in time, I see your genuine self, not like it, and the attachment melts that instantly. I have a strong feeling I should not have any long-distance relationships because once you forget to keep in touch with me, my feeling for you will gradually change.
I don’t know, maybe it’s just me.
Know what? I still care for some people. But it’s like I’m suppressing these feelings because I was thinking they have their own lives now, that they don’t even care for you, don’t remember you. I don’t want nga naga-asa. It’s like my subconscious would instantly push me to move on and in one second, I was moving on.
Okay, this is getting longer. I’m stopping now. But if you, yes you, the one reading this, would react to anything I’ve said here, feel free to shout it out at my cbox. Ok?
Where was I?
Oh ok. Let’s fast forward to that happening in SM City. My sister texted me that they were there because my mother just had her salary and she feels like shopping. So I went there too so I could have a free lunch because I don’t have that much allowance left already.
We were on our way to Mang Inasal for lunch when my mother was dragged into this something by some people. Actually, I had a hard time understanding their mechanics but later figured it out too.
Okay. So there’s this insurance company and they were promoting their company in Iloilo (because they were from Manila, something). So their gimik was that they will let the person play a sort of slot machine game wherein the price is a car. But, these people should allot 45 minutes of their time listening to the programs and offers of these insurance company, a sort of getting-to-know you with their company. You have to finish the 45 minutes to qualify for the slot machine game and their gift items (a bag and a wall clock, yeah right)… So we were there waiting for our dear mother. Just see the pictures to realize how bored we were.
In the end, passed by and I went to my folk dance practice, the 45 minutes not yet consumed, and I don’t have my lunch yet. Uhm, I don’t want to end here just yet, I just want to stress some observations about this situation:
- Inside their “office” people were SSW. I don’t know, daw mga sala-sala sanda. Tapos tuod gid man bala nga kailangan
- It’s as if there’s some sort of competition about grabbing many people into this gimik among the employees.
- It’s funny how they keep on stressing that they are different from Prudential Life.
Sidenote: My mother didn’t win. But she had the bag and the wall clock. Unfortunately, not the car.