Whatever happened to the x-of-11 Series

I am probably being thought of being incredibly self-centered because of this series and the posts that comes with it. But hey, it's my birthday after all and who else would like it if not for me?

Dead Flora: 8th of 11

I am going to tell you a bit about my Grandmother: 7th of 11

Shown here in the middle, donning a cream top and a very stylish pants, just being fab under a banana tree.

Rat Race: 6th of 11

I don't think I follow the same time frame as most of my peers. When it comes to achievements in life or simply going on through a certain phase in my life, I'm either late or advanced that it even frustrates me; mostly at myself, mind you.

Sensitib: 5th of 11

There's humor and then there's heckling, there's a difference.. When I think about it, I realized that  I adjust to the person that I am talking to most of the time, or at least I try. But weirdly, I still get affected by comments from people closest to me. Saklap.

1st, 2nd, 3rd and 4th of 11

For the 1st time in 3 years, my Xof11 series started 4 days late. For this, D apologizes. My life is in transition and I kind of lost the thirst to share random going ons in my head because of what happened last summer. But this must not be so, I owe it to myself at the very least to keep on writing, regardless of how useless these ramblings are.

11th of 11

I am amazed at how this day turned out!

10th of 11: How I Want It

    I did mention that I had an idea or two on how to spend this year's celebration of my birthday. It required stamina and quite an amount of money as I was planning of spending it with friends. Here's the rough supposed 'to-do' list:

1. Have my hair dyed a striking color blue and pink (Didn't get to do that exactly, had it with a lighter hue though)

9th of 11: Glimmer

    

     Arrangements have been made and it looks like I am indeed going to move out of our house. Almost 26 years and I am sure as hell am not prepared for it.To stay at home is enjoy the conveniences of life, however if I do really need to change something, anything I must do something different first. My youngest brother is apathetic about it. He will be moving with me and this is so much about him than about me, while our father is against it, there are other ways he said. I don't want to risk it before it's too late. So yeah, in the last couple of days I was staying at friends' houses and exploiting their kindness. It's overwhelming. 

8th of 11: A Pang of Something

To be honest the whole idea of the "X of 11" is to document the 10 days leading to my birthday and to establish an actual record of what I am doing on those days. Currently it's either super boring or depressingly dark, and when I try something else it doesn't make much sense to me. Hahaha, I don't know why I do these things anyway. Meh, for internet existence! Here goes another one.

7th of 11: The Need for Friends

     If there is something, anything that the Lord made sure during this weekend's unraveling is that He made sure I didn't feel alone, even while the little plans that I have set ahead are all crumbling before my eyes, He made real sure that I didn't feel and wasn't left alone. He made His presence so felt that I get teary just by revisiting the experience. He reinforced it by sending friends.

     Salamat guys, di ko kayo maisa-isa pero I think I managed to keep my sanity in tact because of you. If you are ever feeling down and bad about yourself please know that you helped in lifting my spirits up (and I hope you realize what a big of a deal that is) and if you are looking for anything that will brighten your day, this is it. Thank you, sobra. Now let's move our butts and brave through this week. 

3rd of 11: Palengke Stories

I can sense that this project is slowly turning into an anthology of my job seeking exploits that are not ending well. I am jeopardizing the tone of the entire thing because I am slowly burying myself in the funk. So today, let me try something to change it a bit.

Noong bata pa ako, lagi akong fail sa pamamalengke. Ewan ko ba kung bakit basta laging fail, basta fail sya. Bale, 7 years old pa lang ako at 6 yung sumunod sa akin ay inuutusan na kami ni Ina sa kung saan-saan. Sa pamamalengke ako madalas pumapalpak.

2nd of 11: Mundane is Constant

tag-lish post coming to you in a moment, nawa'y di kayo masuka sa pagkairita. :)

     My scheduled job interview today brought me back to the Ortigas-Mandaluyong area. At muli kong natagpuan ang sarili kong nakaupo sa isang regular bus mula sa Cubao at tinitiis ang bigat ng traffic. It's the kind where you fall asleep on one spot and you wake up a good 10 minutes later, having moved for about a meter only (or even less), basta nakakairita. Ipinaalala muli sa akin ng biyaheng iyon kung bakit di naging mahirap sa akin ang magresign mula sa dati kong trabaho sa Ortigas, nakakaubos na ng lakas ang biyahe papuntang trabaho tapos kalahi pa ni Satanas ang ugali ng mga maaabutan mo sa opisina (my better judgement is trying to tell me not to add that  part, but one must make some really bad choices sometimes, may it be a collection of words turn into a phrase, right?) Alas-nuebe ang scheduled interview ko, pero halos 9:30 na ay nasa Cubao pa rin kami. Wala halos usad, masaklap. I was actually scared na baka bumalik yung mga INC kaya ganoon na lang bagal ng galaw ng mga sasakyan (oo medyo iritable ako sa isyu na yan dahil naroon ako ng mga panahong nagpapakitang gilas ang kultong yun, pipigilin ko na ang sarili ko dito baka ano pa ang madagdag ko). Iniisip ko pa yung lalaking katabi ko sa bus, panay ang sipat sa akin/sa dibdib ko, medyo nailang pa ako kasi baka kako ang revealing ng damit ko gayong I took great care in choosing my attire for this interview, red nga lang yung bra ko, dahil kaya dun yun? Hmmm.

1st of 11: Bring it On!

Like last year I am taking it upon myself to write everyday from the 1st till the 11th of September. I've been very lazy despite of my resolve at the beginning of the year to exercise writing constantly and actually posting it, cause I have to keep appearance with my internet existence and then some other superficial reason like that. 

     So I started September with a great task upon me, I am looking for a job. This is unusual. I've never been jobless on my birthday month and to add pressure to the entire matter, my savings is dwindling down, so it's needless to point out that there seemed to be an imaginary timer up on my head upon starting this month. There are bills to pay, brother's tuition to worry about, dad's medication to maintain and books to buy but never read. Reality is hard. (Lol, I went a little dark there for a moment).

9 to 25: Plip-Plop of Raindrops and The Loss of Gilas

I arrived early at the arranged place where we would meet. I left the office as soon as I could because I already anticipated that the rush hour coupled with the heavy rain would only result to an unbearable traffic. We must have an hour headway if I want to make it to the screening. I told her that we have to meet at 6:30pm at a Mall, a popular stop, just near the train station, take a jeepney to the University theater and we could purchase the ticket for the screening with plenty of time to grab something to eat while watching the film.

6:25pm, I called her cellphone, wondering what time she left the house, her mother picked up telling me that she left about 10 minutes ago without the phone. Geeze, now I'm worried. I tried to push the dread down, fighting the thought that we might not be able to locate each other with the crowd by the entrance of the mall thickening every minute. I decided to give her 30 minutes considering that the traffic will be slow paced as compared to the 8-10 minute that it'll normally take from her house to where I am. She's not a child anymore I know, but thinking how upset she'll get if we didn't meet is just a bothersome thought.

10 to 25: Ponderings

I shall stop saying one thing and do just the opposite. I am a mighty hypocrite at times and I will stop being one or at least die trying. I have to turn things around, and try really hard on working on the things that truly matter, it'll save me the heart aches in the end.