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meet the predator
call me jenie
born on 02/20/83 after my Dad & Mom drank beer and ate balut 9 months before
lives in Singapore, but always a Pinoy at heart
works as an advertising copywriter, but hates proofreading her blog entries
loves true friends, fake DVD's, alternative music, alcohol, sarcasm, boxing, hatha yoga, and House (the TV series,not the music genre)
loathes indifference, power trippers, narcissists, giant egos and bad breath
tries to live by the quote "Postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing." by Anais Nin
reflexology aftermath
When my Mom asked me if I wanted to have a reflexology session with the lady referred by her friend, I immediately agreed. It's free anyway, and I wanted to know if there might be some ailments in my body. Her 2-hour session with my Mom ended at 1030PM, right after I finished watching 'Desperate Housewives'.
She began pressing some points in my foot and said, "Mataas uric acid mo, bawasan mo junk food". Okay, I realized I was going to hear all sorts of eating sermons throughout the night. But I was wrong. When he massaged the lower part of my shin, she said, "High ang tolerance mo sa pain. Sobra. Masakit dapat 'to eh" I just laughed. "Masyado kang secretive. Sabi nga nila 'no man is an island'. Iba sinasabi at pinapakita mo sa nararamdaman."
I started to freak out. How the hell did she know that? My mother, who's listening on the isde, kept on making comments about that part of my personality. And it gets worse. After pinching and pressing my foot some more, she began babbling about my career goals, how ambitious I am, and that I'm not meant to be in this country. That's the second time some 'gifted' people told me that I'll be working abroad someday because I'll find it boring here. On the other hand, my Mom who has expressed her plans to leave too, won't be happy when she decides to leave the country.
Okay, so it doesn't stop there. When she started talking about my relationship with Tatoff, whom she saw hours ago, I totally freaked out. I wouldn't go into the details, but believe it or not, EVERYTHING she said was absolutely true. All my thoughts, my worries and fears about the relationship were out in the open, and I just laughed in disbelief. I was too shocked to hear everything that I don't even tell anyone, and I don't even write in both my journals. Darn this woman's freaky, and good, if I may add.
After an hour of knowing what's wrong with my body, I still couldn't stop thinking about one particular detail she said about my relationship or 'love life' as they call it. She reminded me that it's still up to me and things can still change depending on what I really want and what I pray for. Alright, that's good to hear.
Hearing everything you've been keeping and trying to shrug off to prevent 'complications' from a woman you just met was too hard to handle already. And I couldn't stand hearing any more of the truth, with my Mom listening and I nodding to almost 100% of the things the woman said.
I didn't know if I was freaked out because she and my Mom knew about all of my thoughts, considering I'm 'secretive' and all, or if I just couldn't accept the truth - that it hurts and I can't ignore it completely, and how it haunts me almost every single day. It pains and scares me to hear the truth I've denied from someone else. But what else can I do? The truth can either set me free, or chain me in a dungeon for as long as I want to be my own prisoner.
9:57 AM
Friday, October 28, 2005
