I went to visit my old territory (KFHI to the uninitiated). As soon as I sat on one of Tita Lyd’s plush guest chairs, she instantly vented her frustration.
Lyd: I don’t like you! You are so unemotional!
Lyd: You’re supposed to be depressed!
Me: Hahaha! Whyyy?
Lyd: Wala ka bang sinasabi sa kanya? Hindi ka ba umiiyak?
Me: *dies laughing* Ganito lang kasi yan tita… Kung ayaw mo, eh di huwag. 🙂
Lyd: So anong sistema niyo ngayon?
Me: We’re (good) friends.
Lyd: Ewan ko sa inyo. Hindi ko kayo maintindihan! Basta ayoko na sa kanya, nakakainis siya. *pouts*
The topic persistently haunted me until the next office. Before I even had the chance to say “Hi Tita Anna!”, she beat me to it.
Anna: Uy! Okay ka na ba?
Me: Ha? Saan? 😛
Anna: Sa… you know!
Me: Ahh… haha, oo naman.
Anna: Nakita siya ni Cesar nung GK. Sabi niya buti na lang daw break na kayo.
Me: Bakit naman? 🙂
Anna: Kasi playboy daw siya!
Me: Hahaha! Di naman, tita. Loyal naman siya pag may girlfriend.
Anna: Hmph. Hindi nagkakamali si Cesar.
Me: 😀 Well, pareho naman kaming hindi loyal sa lahat when we’re technically single. So it’s okay.
Hahaha… Sorry, dear. I didn’t realize people we’re still (so) fascinated with my lovelife and my succeeding reactions to certain events. I seem to have disappointed them with my usual lack of drama. Maybe I should have posted my angst publicly, or told everyone just how pissed off and angry-at-the-world I was. It’s just that I was not.
I’m not totally apathetic, just optimistic. I feel everything, but react and come up with solutions that are quite different from the usual expectations. It’s just that no matter how outgoing and open I am, I’m still very reserved when it comes to my personal life. Especially when it involves certain problems and issues that people cannot help me with. I don’t even bother discussing them seriously except with one or two persons and only when I really need to. Otherwise… zip.
Maybe I’m half-Japanese. With the public/private face phenomenon. 😀 In Ethica Nicomachea, Aristotle did say that everything concerns politics, including one’s relationship with people.
I miss Father David and Philo 104. I even miss the monumental readings and oral exams at the Jesuit Residence. *sigh* What I would give to be 18 again.
(The almost-birthday girl is having age-anxiety attacks.)
Last night, Rachelle jokingly told me that I was very babaero, and that I flirt with men and women alike. It’s simple, I explained to Jan that there is simply a lack of attractive male intelligentsias in Riyadh. One gets more amusement from talking to fellow women.
Don’t even get me started on literatis.