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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
Lipat-bahay Part 92897410184: The Sequel
Let's me present to your lipat-bahay route for the past 12 years:
Laguna to Rizal to Makati to Guadalupe to Makati to Laguna to Katipunan
to Magallanes to Pasong Tamo to Sta. Rosa to Makati again, hopefully.
Yes, we've moved out of the 36th floor this weekend. Wait, let me say that again. My mom moved out of our condo this weekend, while I was in the beach with friends.
After that trip, I couldn't help but still go home to the condo I left last Saturday morning. There it was, turned upside down and all my things gone in an instant. I don't know why my Mom expected me to go straight to the new house in Sta. Rosa. I'm not a cat she can carry around whenever she wants to change her address.
I couldn't explain how pissed I was when I got home after a 30-minute bus trip along South Super Highway last Sunday night. I was left dumbfounded with what she did, and I don't understand why she couldn't care less. In fact, she was happy to see me in our new home. Immediately, I went up to the room with my things and sulked in anger and frustration. She entered the room and I didn't stop myself from expressing resentment for her lack of consideration.
Last night, I tried to continue my normal routine. I met up with the insurance agent, checked out an apartment, went round the mall then had my boxing training in the gym. Literally, I was squandering time so I could get home to that new house just in time for bed. I arrived the terminal and to my surprise, there were no buses going to Sta. Rosa anymore. I called my Mom to ask if there were any alternatives. Instead, she scolded me for not being at the bus station at 9PM. It didn't matter to me. She just advised me to go to the condo in Pasong Tamo, and I suggested she brings me clothes in the morning. And that's what happened the second night after her moving out.
Tonight, I don't know if I'm going to the Sta. Rosa house. I obviously can't be at the freaking bus station at 9 'o clock! Besides, I need to check an apartment after work then celebrate Tatoff and I's 16th month.
Right now, I feel like a nomad. I'm not settled in that house yet. All my things are messed up and I don't even want to fix my designated room. I don't want to arrange and decorate it for hours again then end up moving out in the next few months. Well, that's what's bound to happen soon. I plan to find a room near the office and just go home during weekends, just like in college.
Growing up without any sense of home may be weird to some. But that's how it is for me. I don't get attached to houses, to furniture, to neighbors and to addresses. I don't have the right to. The lack of permanency depresses me at times, I admit. But I know I can use it to my advantage someday. Just wait and see. :-)
5:05 PM
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
