Dogs, Motorcyles, and My Dad= Bad Day

It’s been a very very depressing day, and it’s not even 8:00 o’clock in the morning yet! But the last 10 hours have been horrible! It started when my dogs (cute on the outside, but monsters on the inside) kept me up all night! Arghh, animal lover that I am, I just want them to go kill themselves sometimes! They’re extremely spoiled, and they’ve learned to scratch my door when they want to come in and out, and for some reason they wanted to come in and out all night! They couldn’t make up there sick little minds! So just as I was about to drift off to sleep I would hear the Scratch… Heh, so that’s strike one. But morning finally came, and I obviously felt like a truck had rolled over me, feeling somewhat less than rested. I get dressed and walk down the driveway, hoping to get a ride with the kids going to school, but then I notice as well as the Toyota Hi-Ace being in the drive, my little corolla is also parked near by. Why be driven to work, when you can drive yourself I think!!! So I take the corolla and whiz away to work. I start driving down Ortigas, but suddenly change my mind and think, hey, why don’t I go the back way to valley gulf, through Antipolo, it’s so much more relaxing. I do a superb U-turn, and smack right into a motorcycle! Words can’t describe how jarred I was! My flawless record of never getting into an accident has ended—I’m another statistic. I wish, like a statistic that I could just blend into the background and be another impersonal fact—basically not have to deal with reality. But no, the guy is getting off his bike and angrily eyeing me. I’m tempted to just drive off, but I can’t do that. Then I realize that I’m in the middle of ongoing traffic and I need to move. I back up and almost hit another car in the process. To make a long story short, I get out talk to the guy for what seems like days, and arrange for a meeting to settle damage costs, strike two. Strike three is the fact that when I told my dad, instead of the preferred anger he’s super nice about it! Ah, that just kills me, especially cuz I know now is not the best financial point our family’s life! Ah, I just want to cry, and yet crying doesn’t accomplish anything, so I’m not going to. Instead I’ve found a catharsis through writing…heh, so not working, I still want to cry!

Home...Alone

Well, if you read the previous post you would have known by now that my brother David just up and left… probably forever, but it’s ok, I’m sure he’ll get married and despite popular belief, yes he will come home in six months—with three of his own offspring. But along with my brother leaving, a new turn of events, my family has left me! heh, it’s sad but so…they’ve all gone away for vacation up in the jungles of Subic (ok it’s fun to go up there for say outdoor ed, and even then it’s a bit stretching, but what’s the attraction now, I uselessly wonder. But the fact remains that they’re still up there and I’m still here in manila!!!) Yeah, faith had its little Octobber break, but that in no way means that I get to have one as well! Sooo annoying!!

So I’m here trying to complete two weeks of assignments in one week! Actually, by the grace of God I’ve almost done this! I only have to study one more chapter of accounting (plus do the homework and take a quiz for the chapter—which will probably take me all day!) and an art paper to write and turn in! heh, so it’s not that bad, and then when I’m finished I’m going to go drive up there and hang out with my wonderful and extremely competitive family ( we play tennis all day when we go up to Subic. literally all day until the sun goes down. I mean it’s fun, but we get so competitive!! And the weird thing is we can do this for six days straight, waking up and playing tennis—sort of like a tennis camp I guess!) But don’t be fooled, we’re still really bad even though we play a lot, “yeah, I’ll have to get back to you on that one” (office space). heh, I’ve never actually seen the whole movie at one time, how weird is that!

My Brother is Gone!!!

So I’m at my office…sitting there…working on accounting homework. Needless to say I’m sick of it and I start contemplating the reason of being. Why am I here doing this, by next semester am I really going to remember what accounts payable or accounts receivable really means. Better yet, will I even care, probably not I conclude. While i was thinking this, a loud rumbling followed by an increasing displeasure suddenly interrupted me—I realized that I was hungry. I looked at my clock and realized that it was already five thirty (aka dinner time). What in the world was I still doing here! I storm out of my office looking for my dad, to calmly suggest that we go home because I’m starving! I find him in my oldest brother David’s office/room. He seriously lives in his office. So I walk in and ask dad if he’s going to leave soon and he suddenly blurts out, no, I’m not going home, I’m going to the airport. The airport?!! Why would do you need to go to the airport I ask. I’m taking your brother, he’s going to California for at least six months, he says calmly. California.. for six months? What in the world! I had no idea my brother was leaving. Why you might ask, simply because my family doesn’t tell me anything! I feel like that kid in the movie “cheaper by the dozen” the kid that no body likes, the reject. Heh yeah that’s me, or at least how I felt. And now my brother is gone, and in California as I write this. * sigh * six months, by that time he’s going to be married with three kids, and then I’ll never see him again! Argh, how sad. So if any of you happen to be in California and see a tall waif running around with blue eyes looking lost, it’s my brother, and just say hi and be nice to him!