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August 02, 2004
the chicken and the wheel..

i hate it when people, specially my close friends, underestimate or belittle me..di sa pikon, i know it takes me an hour to wash the dishes, occassionally, plates slip...they can joke about that all they want, at least there's truth to that..im an OC, of course it would take me forever to clean the dishes!

but then there's my cooking..

scenario

friend1:cno nagluto neto?
friend2:si cia ba?
ciara:oo bakit
friend1:ate leah!!(our househelp) pagbukas mo nga kami ng delata
ciara:ang yabang! as if nilalagyan ko ng lason yan
friend2:di na tol, ok na kami sa delata...baka parang tinola na ginawa mong sinigang nanaman to e

**the thing is, i cant remember cooking tinola for them. i was the appointed cook of the house when our househelp went back to the province for a couple of weeks, i cooked tinola pretty often (since its really easy to cook) first time i did, my dad had 2 servings, and he is the food critic of the lot.

then there's my spaghetti..my sisters love it, my mom, who thinks of her recipes highly liked it too, but i cant seem to get my friends to eat it. they make it sound like i dont know the difference between sugar and salt, or vinegar and soy sauce.

i dont believe i cook THAT BAD..im no chef, but heck, i can create edible concoctions.

damn it.

sometimes i have to pretend that someone else cooks them food just so they would eat what i made. they'd finish it up..giving me an unrecognized accomplishment...

sometimes, after they ate the last chicken or pork, id tell them. then they would start to make comments like,

"ah kaya pala iba lasa e, parang may halong di ko malaman.." or
"di nga cia?ginagago mo ko eh" or
"pasalamat ka gutom na gutom kami" or
"tol asan ang CR nyo nga?"

i had to take back what i said. i know it was fine, after all, andami nilang nakain...but somehow,ayaw paren nila tanggapin na i can cook.



then there's my driving..

ive had numerous heated arguements about this...

scenario

Friend1:eh cno magdadrive satin, pagod nako
ciara:ako, i can drive
friend2:tol bata pa kami
ciara:bakit, nakakadrive na naman tlga ko ah, may lisensya na nga ko o
friend3:mas gugustuhin ko pang si friend1 nalang magdrive kesa kay ciara! mas gugustuhin ko pang si friend2 nalang kesa sa kanya!
friend1:ikaw kaya friend3, may lisensya ka na ren naman diba?
friend2:nye! ayoko ren...katakot ren yan e
friend1:kesa naman kay cia
friend2:sabi ko nga..oo nga...
ciara:salamat ha!


it has always been like that. i know, i havent used that card for a while, but that's because i have no car to drive! kung meron lang, eh di sana diba, i wouldnt put up with this country's dysfunctional public transportation system...i want to listen to songs i like, not "halukay ube" and the likes. i want to sit by myself, not beside some smelly 40+ guy who keeps on glancing at me. i want the smell of my perfume, not the mixture of people's sweat, BB and BO..believe me...

that cia-as-driver-phobia came about years before, one of my friends double dated with me and my then-bf, my bf brought his bro's car, and i was trying to make him let me drive till up the street. i haven't had any professional traning, so you could just imagine what happened. the car jumped and screeched the first few seconds, but i managed to drive it smoothly after that till the end of the street. i saw this big barrell in the middle of the road and i thought it would be funny to scare them and drive that way then stop just at the nick of time...my bf turned white, my friend and her then-bf sat frozen at the back..and i went down laughing my head off..all my bf could say was.. "susunod, turuan muna kita ha"

had i known back then that it'd take me forever to take that off their minds, i would'nt have done it...

scenario continued..

friend3:totoo naman ah...ayoko pa mamatay!
ciara:...bakit? ang kapal neto! napagdrive na ba kita ever? hindi pa naman diba? ang kapal mo para sabihin yan saken
friend3:eh kasi yung kwento ni kat dati eh
ciara:bakit! kelan ba yun. matanong ko nga? di pa po ako nagaaral nun, la pa ko lisensya...ang kakapal nyo...wag kayo magalala, pag ako na nagdadala ng auto namin, di ko kayo pasasakayin, tutal ayaw nyo diba?tang*na..

*then there was silence*

yep, i snapped...they have always teased me and rediculed my driving, but this i think was the first time i actually snapped. i felt a bit bad since it was friend3's bday.but one can only take so much right??

i took a shot of gin and continued playing with my phone for a few mins until someone else changed the topic.

im sick and tired of them treating me like im a good for nothing little girl. i love them..but that doesnt mean that i would allow them to step on me...


im bored..what's your excuse??

& our love goes round and round; 8/02/2004 06:35:00 PM
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so you wont have a hard time buying gifts for me this christmas, here's my long list: (i know, ang aga)

1. Macbook
2. DSLR Camera
3. Diving Equip (in this order: mask, snorkel, fins, wetsuit, regulator, BCD, tank)
4. Dive trip (tubataha or kota k or apo reef or palau...keri na hehe)
5. Shopping spree at Ross/Home depot/Target
6. shoes, any kind with heels not higher than 2" (im 7 1/2)
7. my first ever havaianas (brazzziiiilllll)
8. a beanbag or a cool comfy chair
9. flat screen TV, hehe.
10. a year supply of booze (if beer, RH lang pls)
11. Art materials (any medium, from crayons and coloring books to canvass and acrylics)
12. Drumset or Kahon. (wlang pilosopo)
13. Oven. i want to bake.
14. punching bag and gloves
15. a leather basketball.


Of course, Money is always the best. that way you know i will get what i really want.

And look at it this way, if you give me any of my top 5, i can consider that as an early bday gift as well. hehe :)

Pa-Fedex nalang ah, PM me for my address hehehehe! thanks dear santa clauses!

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still the same ciara, just with more work and longer messier hair. ah and yes, a certified diver now, not that i have the time and money to dive anyway. maybe by november/december/january soon.

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