Archive | October, 2010

What a lovely surprise!

28 Oct

I’ve been away for a few days and they were quite the busy days.  I stayed in London for 3 nights and 3 1/2 days.  My adventures will be something I will write about in the next few days, but I really want to write about what greeted me when on my return home.

It was a postcard from one of my best friends who now is in Australia.  It was such a comfort to see her familiar handwriting.  I still can’t stop smiling.  Because despite missing our moments together, knowing that she is all right is enough.

But yes, Maries, I do agree!  I miss our Starbucks dates! 🙂

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Speak easy

19 Oct

Moving can be a difficult thing.  There are so many things to consider and once you’ve moved, there are so many things to get used to.

I used to think the best places for me to move to would be the US or Britain.  Then I added Australia and New Zealand to my list.  The way I figured it at the time, as long as it was an English-speaking country, I’d be okay.   Judging by the number of “Do you come from America?” type questions I got asked(have been in England 2 years and I don’t think I’ve lost the American accent just yet), I wasn’t too wrong.

What I’d forgotten was the small nuances in the difference of the WAY they spoke English.  Having grown up on Sesame Street (not literally!), I ,obviously, spoke American English (apparently, when people heard me talk, they said they didn’t expect me to be “so American”! ha!).  The Philippine Education system is based on the US system so the English that is taught in schools, while standard, is basically American English, with American colloquialisms, spelling, definitions, etc.

I needed to remember that in the UK a check was a cheque, the theater was the theatre, realize was realise, to be disoriented is to be disorientated.  I needed to remember that inquiries were enquiries and that a filet was a fillet and that it was pronounced how it was spelled fil-let as opposed to pronouncing it the French way.  I also had to remember my “ou” in colour, favour, neighbour, etc.

When I used to work in a call centre, our team leader always called me grammar police because I always corrected his spelling or his grammar and he usually came to me for help with letter writing and such.  But I find that I’m learning more about the English language these days, more than ever.  The only difference is, I find that I’m having to unlearn what I learned!

And sometimes all you need is….

14 Oct


…star-shaped chocolate! 🙂

No news day

14 Oct

It’s a quiet day, as opposed to yesterday being slightly horrific.  In my head I can hear Gary Gnu, from the Great Space Coaster (this show TRULY shows my age—does anyone else remember this kids’ show?), muttering in my head, “No news is good news, with Gary Gnu!”  And sometimes, I’m just happy to coast along and not make any waves.  I just want to keep out of the way today and finish the things on my to-do list (which, I surprisingly managed to do! hurrah!).

So am going to be a very happy bunny if I don’t get any news today!

Amen! 🙂

Murphy's Law Days

13 Oct

I always wake up looking forward to the day.  Even when I wake up with a migraine — pretty much like this morning.  I was happy to get up, and am proud to say that I got up before the first alarm went off.  I got up, showered, washed my hair and got ready.

It was a series of unfortunate events today really.   It was the epitome of Murphy’s Law where what could go wrong went wrong.

First was the train I was on was late on account of a railway trespasser.  The conductor wasn’t much for sharing information but I overheard him telling someone that a person had gone on the tracks.  So it delayed the train for about 5 minutes, making me miss the connecting train that I usually catch in the morning.

I had to run to catch the next part of my journey.  Which wasn’t really too bad, except the bus ride was eventful as well.  It was packed and there was an argument on the bus.  The bus driver must have been preoccupied because I rang the bell twice but he still missed my stop.  He apologised as I passed and, of course, I had to say it was okay.  Because really, it was.

There was a snafu at work.  I won’t get into it. But of course, because I am of the “we all belong to one team” mode of thinking, I had to help mop up the mess.

I felt disorganised and adrift all day (didn’t help that I was still getting over a migraine and cramping—sometimes being female quite literally hurts!).  And I knew it was because I didn’t do my morning ritual of writing down the things I had to accomplish on the day.

On my way home, I really wasn’t too bothered about the bus being late (well, okay, if I’m being COMPLETELY honest, I was a teeny bit peeved).  I left the office slightly earlier because I wanted to catch the bus that was about 15 minutes earlier than the one I usually got.  But that bus was late.  So there I was, waiting for over 20 minutes in the cold (and yes, it was certainly getting colder!) getting on the usual bus that I got on anyway!

The only comfort was coming home.  Thank goodness for small, but wonderful, blessings.

Letting go

8 Oct

Am mentally pacing back and forth in my tiny corner of the world because I’m peeved.  Royally peeved.  I’m all for not divulging all information available.  I believe there is wisdom in information being released on a “need to know” basis.    It’s just a really bad case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing.

To say that I am fuming is an understatement (and it is the poor keyboard that is receiving the brunt!  okay, will stop pounding on it now!).

10.10.10

7 Oct

I’m writing about this because, well, I want to write it and be over it (and I know that even as I tap away, it will not be something that I’ll really get over.  but they say writing is cathartic, so here I am tapping away).

I’ve probably subconsciously buried this in the nether regions of my memory.  But as I was looking through pictures of friends on Facebook (proves that sometimes it’s necessary to avoid proving the six degrees of separation theory on Facebook) and saw a picture of a friend who is, well, not a friend anymore and is NOT one of my friends on Facebook but is a friend of a friend(confused?).  And maybe it’s because I buried this hurt instead of dealing with it that everytime I see a reminder, the wound feels fresh, raw and exposed again.

The 10th of October is very significant because it’s this friend’s birthday.  My theory is that I’m finding it hard to let go of the pain I feel when I think of this friend because apart from feeling of betrayal that I know I must have sublimated (what a word, eh? but it fits!), that feeling was coupled with a deep disappointment.  Let’s just say the falling out was both a build-up and abrupt.  There’s no use in rehashing everything because remembering is painful enough.  I felt the need to delete everything relating to this person (contact info, little trinkets, everything).

Ages ago, I heard this friend say to one of our common friends that whatever happened between us, it was their fault.  And in my head I was screaming, “A load of good your mea culpa declaration is doing.  Why can’t you say it to my face?!?

Maybe one day I’ll get over it.  Maybe one day things won’tbe so bad when I think about this friend.

And maybe one day, I’ll just realise that that’s the way this particular chapter of my life has got to end.  And maybe one day, I’ll be okay with it ending just like that and I’ll accept that not everything in life is completely resolved.