malabo na nga ba?

3.31.2006

i sometimes wonder why people are not given the job which is right for them. or people are just too afraid to try. or people are too confident to try.

i bought two slices of pizza yesterday because i know that pishy hasnt eaten yet. so i approached that lady over the counter. i found that small conversation very amusing.

''miss, magkano yung pizza?"

"we have 35 pesos and 45 pesos, you can choose from different flavors. "while pointing at the pizza menu)

"ah ok."(*dumbfounded* this girl got an accent!)

"yun na lang 35."

"and what's the flavor?"

"italian supreme."(sabay abot ng 100)

"would that be all? how about some gulaman?"

"hinde, okay na."

"okay, i received 100. here's your change." (sabay abot ng sukli, there was an eye contact and she can sense the surprise i felt.)

"may i have your name please?"

"misshell."

"okay, i'll just call your name to give you the pizza."

as in, i dint hear a single filipino word. and i want to stress this out-she's got an accent! *never mind the looks*

and i am really itching to comment, "ate, pede ka magcall center!"

hmm. then i sank into a deep thinking. i was tulala. i was strucked by that very mind-boggling talk. and then i wondered, what job is then right for me?

i can draw. i can sing. i can belly-dance. i can design clothes. i can act. i can write. i can do manicure, pedicure, hair spa, hair color, make-up and hair, massage. i can be a therapist. i can be a spy. i can do math, financial math. (cuz when it comes to calculating money, don't ya dare mess with me *hihi*)

but then i suddenly realized, i am just a mashkipop, as per pishy.

mashkipop-ano may talent.

because educational attainment is not really a big deal for me. like me, for instance. my co-workers, most of them, are college graduates. different majors. courses. but i am stuck with them. or they are stuck with me. an 18-yr old cutie. (naks)

well, this entry is about conceitedness. me being a hydrocephalus. this is my blog anyway, who cares?

give me siomai.
x 2:19 p.m. x

misshell aka mike aka michiko aka june::

i was born on Sybil's birthday at 3:15 am.

i reside in an almost inhumanely tiny roomie with a toilet room shared by 17 other boarders. 17 is unlucky for me.

i work at nowhere as of the moment. i just draw.

i own a multi-colored bead bracelet with a red lace.

i eat rice once a day, and i shit every two days.

i love watching pishy do the 3-5, i wonder when can i have my own load.

i hum share the shower with someone very closely related to me.

i can't sleep without brushing my teeth.

i want to eat shrimp sandwich, NOW.

i sigh, yawn and scratch my head when i'm bored.(don't we all do?)

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

*kunwari seryoso*