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One of the reasons why my friends are so sure that I will be spending my entire life alone, (in a big mansion opposite Bill Gates, looking so pretty and youthful at 40 that young men would actually brawl over me) is because of my extensive knowledge of epithets whenever I’m mad at someone/something. It is probably one of my worst characteristics and one that is so hard to erase.

A friend of mine talked to me over IM about his ladylove, how she’s been snubbing him ever since he expressed his feelings for her. A few weeks back, I was all excited for him since it’s been a while since he’s got himself a girl, plus the fact that she didn’t said yes or no to him. Then a few days later, she prohibited him to court women here (she’s in Canada right now). Must be a good thing, right? She must have feelings for him too for her to say things like those, right?

Then a few days later still, she doesn’t return his calls anymore, nor is she that “sweet girl” he loved. What happened? I don’t know either but that better be good! And this friend of mine is well… stupid, a fool. Perhaps he’s so head over heels in love with her? But to take being brushed off as if it’s OK and there’s nothing wrong with it? Now that is not good in my book! If she doesn’t like him, if she’s no longer comfortable hanging out with him she must have the decency to tell it upfront! I am right, right?!

I don’t know, I just don’t understand. He loves her and she’s not showing/doing anything to reciprocate the feeling, but he’s acting as if it’s fine, that it’s OK. He’s already in pain… bah… I guess even though I am already well, an adult, I am still immature in that aspect of life. Oh, well, Raye used to tell me that all the time, so perhaps it’s true?

Hello, are YOU There? God, are you really listening?

Yesterday, I was feeling unwell, yet again, I had a cough and runny nose at that time so instead of walking further to ride on an ordinary bus, I just walked in on the nearest bus to Fairview.

While inside, the conductor talked to someone behind me, he asked where they’ll be going, the man (I thought he is, but in reality he was just a boy, perhaps 10 to 11 years old) answered (I was not able to hear it). The conductor replied by saying that they rode the wrong bus so they better get off the bus saying they’re scaring the other passengers since they are um… “beggar-looking”, the boy didn’t want to leave, he pleaded his case, perhaps the conductor realized that he’ll not win so he just left them alone muttering to himself that they should have just sat at the back of the bus.

When we reached Cubao, a woman walked up into the aisle of the bus and preached to the other passengers about God and His love. It was at this moment that the conductor asserted himself that he almost got physical to the boy. He even told him that if he and (I assume) his father didn’t get off the bus he’d (the conductor) have to call the police just so they’d go. Perhaps the boy got afraid that’s why they just get off the bus while cursing the conductor. The man who was with the boy never said anything during this exchange, I wondered if he was crazy and if the boy was just caring for him…

This scenario struck me as ironic. They said that when a group of people are talking about God, He’s right there, His presence can be felt. Yet there was oppression happening while the woman was talking about God’s love and forgiveness. It was just… weird, and no one did anything for them… even me.