The Resurrection

For the past how many weeks, this site has looked woefully abandoned. That's downright sad, especially since I promised myself I'd write something here every week. Oh well. Times change, and so must my blogging routine. If anyone's wondering, Chica Teasa is to blame.

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I wouldn't say that I'm having a blast at work, but I wouldn't say that it's been a total drag either. My boss, who I spend most of my time with, is very easy to get along with. My co-workers, although I know little else besides their names, are nice enough. And the job itself can get interesting. This week, for instance, I went to three different households to conduct interviews. I felt like one of those reporters on TV. I had a cameraman with me and a tape recorder to boot. So yes, the job does have its perks.

But still, I am hoping and praying for more non-working national holidays.

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Not too long ago, my six-year-old cousin had a birthday party, and my sisters and I agreed to host it.

Because of that, I now know what Joseph Estrada was feeling when EDSA 2 happened. The young chimpanzees (a.k.a. cousin and friends) were howling, screeching, and chattering the whole time, all of them challenging me with fearless eyes and defiant expressions. Every move of theirs was meant to question my authority. Oh wait. Like Estrada, I never did have authority to begin with.

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The party made me realize that I like kids. Specifically, I like listening to their questions. One of the better ones is this: when I was shouting instructions to the Statue Game, a young girl asked worriedly: "when we're statues, are we allowed to breathe?"

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The party experience got me thinking about my teaching days.

When I was a high school senior, I spent a week in Baguio as a teacher for second-grade students. I felt like a clown then, dancing and singing and twirling around in order to make the class pay the least bit of attention. One day, everything was going fine until a girl used me as an example of an adjective. She said "Ate Sofia is fat." "And you are ugly" was the sharp retort I came so close to saying. Ashamed as I am to admit it, I did not retaliate.

The world must forgive me for letting the human cockroach live.

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When I don't feel old, I feel incredibly young.

One time, the Goddesses and I were in Powerplant to catch a movie. Since we had time to spare before the movie started, we decided to stop by Toy Kingdom.

I asked the salesman, "Do you have a Harry Potter wand?" He showed me where it was, and I delightedly played with it for a few minutes. After which, I asked "Do you have a Light Saber?" This time, I couldn't play with it because it was in a box. The next thing I know, the salesperson was running towards me, saying "Ma'm, here's a He-Man axe and a Ninja Turtles sword."

He grinned at me, I glared at him, and my friends did not even bother trying not to laugh.

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Another day of work tomorrow. I cannot say that I am looking forward to it. If you do something for half a day almost every single day, you'll inevitably start wishing you could do something else.

Such is the case with me.