Quiquay: quirks

The company I worked for recently let go of several employees due to slow business and fortunately for me, I was one of them. It's a weird reaction, I know, but if you've worked there, it's actually the best thing to happen to me. Well, the check they gave me was the best thing to happen to my career so far. (hehe) Well, lucky for me I still have my writing gig so I'm not exactly left with nothing to do. And I know I've a lot of marketable skills. I just hope I find a job soon. But then, working for myself isn't so bad as well. Who knows? I might just become an entrepreneur. =)

Can life get any weirder than it is right now? Yup, the coffee-break friend (ex-boylet) strikes back and his proposition left me rather bewildered and staring at his back quizzically. Did he or didn't he just ask me the unimaginable? ( He did. ) Was he kidding? ( He wasn't. He was serious.) Why? ( I honestly don't know. But we'll get to that later.) It started when he asked me for the nth time when I was going to introduce him to the girls I knew, preferably those who were meantime-girl material. Exasperated, I told him bluntly that they were a rare breed (used to be one myself and it isn't exactly a pretty place to be). Most of the females I knew were looking for long-term relationships and I told him quite frankly it wasn't something he could offer. This I knew from witnessing his latest mini-meltdown stemming from a simple chat with his ex-gf. In my rather unique brand of counselling, I told him that despite of what he thinks that he has moved on with his lif

..... He asked me to coordinate his wedding. WHAT???? He's getting married??? Is he kidding me?? ('Sigh') Yup, it's him. That guy who once (nearly?) broke my heart. Is he nuts? Yes, we're still buddies. Yes, I had a fun, unique, quirky and organized wedding that my guests loved. Yes, I know many vendors that could be used. Yes, I have events management experience and I think I don't do that bad at it. But this one takes the cake. Nothing prepared me for this sucker punch. Only in my crazy world was this bound to happen. Haha. The fates just had to give me this twist. Aaargh! (I better get paid good bucks here - but asa pa . More likely they'd ask me to do it for free. Grrrr. rubbing salt. )

(originally posted Oct. 8, 2005) “Ano ba ang nakita mo sa kanya?” My ex angrily asked me that question after we broke up. What did I see in my buddy anyway? I couldn’t give the ex an exact answer. Was it her eyes that twinkled when she smiled? Was it her fair skin? Or her katarayan ? I told her the only thing that came into my mind. “It was Fate.” Yes, fate. I noticed her a long time before I even knew her. All I knew was that she was this girl in her usual outfit of a baby t-shirt, short A-line skirt and sneakers darting in and out of your dormitory that summer. She always seemed to have a sense of purpose, walking ahead without looking around the lobby. Yeah, I found her cute. But she looked mataray. Summer ended and I forgot about her. I joined this regional org since I wanted to find out more about my adopted province. I had some schoolmates applying too, mostly from the lower batch. It was orientation day when she walked in again, smiling and laughing with her orgmates. I couldn’t

....when I said those words during my wedding a few months ago, little did I know how soon the "worse" would come. It's nothing catastrophic or anything bad, but a gradual erosion of good intentions as the stress of everyday life wears us down. The wedding, while not exactly the romantic dream I was hoping for, was funny and cute. We spent a considerable amount to make it right and exept for a few glitches, it was a nice and memorable one that people talked long after. However, a wedding and a marriage are two different things. We mostly have good days but I'm afraid the bad days have started coming in increasing frequency. The strain of my having a career, the stress that comes from a challenging and demanding job and his lack of both (job and challenge) is beginning to wear him down. I'm trying to adjust to his needs, not being too demanding and shouldering all financial responsibilities. I have never thrown the fact that I'm the breadwinner right now, becau

My friends know me as a someone to lean on; the strong one who will be there when they are weak; the level-headed girl who can be relied on to look for solutions to life's problems. Someone even compared me to the queen of chess pawns, able to hop anywhere in the board of moral ambiguity, the last one standing when everyone has surrendered, the strongest pawn of the game. But when that strongest piece needs help, who can she turn to?

It lately became a semi-habit of having coffee with this friend (and yes, ex-boylet) at the building cafeteria. In one of those coffee breaks, this song from Duran-Duran happened to play on the radio. With his usual insight, he made me listen to the song and said the it fit my friend M's situation perfectly. He knew (and was witness) to her current search for a fling. He pointed out this particular stanza.... " And you wanted to dance so I asked you to dance But fear is in your soul Some people call it a one night stand But we can call it paradise " - Duran Duran "Save a Prayer" I agree it's perfect for M at the moment, with her crazy quest for that perfect fubu. I know I can't stop her but I can definitely keep an eye on her to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid. But her current life made me look into that part of my past as well... and part of that past was sitting right across me singing that song with much gusto. Irony of ironies... didn

One Night Stand by quiquay Date: 2003-03-17 15:22:45 Topic: Writings - Love Stories - Peyups ( an old essay I wrote a long time ago. Food for thought.) *************************************** "I want you”. The words sound simple enough and the meaning is clear. “I want you” – it denotes possession and claim. Its connotation is even clearer – desire. So simple and yet so complex. You want my body. It’s as simple as that. You wanted more. So it happened. And happened again and again and again. And each and every time you came and took and left again with nary a second glance my way. You may give but it was always on your terms and your terms alone. I always got left behind contemplating on the sanity of the situation. I was throwing my better judgment in the wind in search of something that left me feeling - empty. Empty. I stared at the wall for what seemed like hours after you left and felt – empty. A sacred act that supposedly expresses one’s feelings for one another felt like an

I couldn't access his Friendster page today. Wait a friggin' minute.... this is the buddy we're talking about. What do you mean I can't access his page? That has never been a problem before. All I wanted to do was see his latest pictures. (And yeah, catch a glimpse of the new girl in his life). I got a bit pissed. Then slightly hurt. ( Ganun? ) A juvenile issue, I know so I'm not likely to raise the issue to the guy since I don't think there's a point except I'm being a bit too selfish. ... And I miss him. A lot. I shouldn't, I know. It's not as if anything between us can go anywhere.... I'm as shackled as they come and I'm not likely to go anywhere. It these darned "what if's?" And the fact that I can't help but acknowledge I still care for the darned guy. It's not like I want to. I just can't help it. 'Sigh.' Okay, enough of the drama. I knew I had to let him go. Last Tuesday's talk was meant to be

... we had a chance back then? I hate what ifs ? and unfortunately, he was one big "if". I was attracted to him then, still am right now though that one is tempered with the knowledge that he would have been the wrong one for me. In some relationships, one sometimes reaches that time when both of you stand at the edge of the precipice. Either you jump and fall together with the guy or you chicken out and fall back. Well, sad to say I did the latter. Not that I chickened out but rather he read all the things we did wrong. Well, I was partly to blame because men - being men - sometimes lose things in translation. But enough of that time. I like the friendship we share and those rare moments that I had him all by myself. He was happy. He giggled a lot - a contradiction for such a masculine guy. Yet he giggled like a kid in glee. During those rare times I could be selfish and imagine the what ifs . I know I was being selfish, because I had a life - and a love - of my own and here

Sometimes I think the fates must be having a laugh courtesy of yours truly. In a truly bizarre twist in this girl's life, four very disparate parts of my life came tumbling down in within 24 hours. The fates conspired to have four former boylets give me a jolt and probably make life more interesting for them. Unfortunately, this girl has the weird ability to actually remain friends with the guys she jilted - or who left her, even if they sometimes act like jerks. Oh well, they'll have their uses one of these days. Still, for a new bride, this is almost as bad as two (or in this case, four) worlds colliding. Hahaha. (sarcasm intended) First, boylet #1, whom we'll call Giggles, made an appearance at the mall. Well, I actually had to meet him there because he asked a favor. Being the soft-hearted, guillible friend I was, I agreed to help him. Good of him to still drop me off the post office though, I thought he'd just run along. Though why he had to refer to a previous, lo

I just visited this blog and realized I haven't written anything in nearly a year. Que horror! Hahaha! For someone who used to earn a living from writing, that long haitus is almost unforgivable. So what happened? I became a fiancee, a bride and now a wife trying to understand a very moody husband. If in the past I'd have walked out in sheer irritation, at present I have to sit through the entire PMS-ing episode and ride it out. This is soooo weird because women are supposed to be the moody ones due to their hormonal changes. Not me. I got it the other way around. Alpha female - beta male. A hubby that runs around like a headless chicken and a wifey that's as cool as a cucumber in crisis. This is so darned funny and weird and I'd be laughing about it - if only I wasn't the one involved. Aaargh! Lord! Please grant me the patience to weather the mood swings and not dump a bucketful of ice down his head to cool him down. Is married life always this much of a roller coa