Always in pursuit of something, that’s my state of mind.

A lot of things happened this past week and the best thing about it is that most (if not all) of them are good.

1)
I’m now a hairstylist. I just concluded my certificate course last
friday. And I can already charge for cutting someone’s hair.

2)
Last month, I got a text regarding the possibility of a job in Boracay.
I wasn’t so sure if it’ll still be available for me by the time I’m
free to go there. So last Monday, I contacted the salon owner and has
confeermed that that job is still there waiting. So I’ll be spending the
entire summer in Boracay.

3) Just a while ago, as I was just
aimlessly surfing the net and going through my list of friendsters,  I
revisited a site I haven’t gone to in a very long while. And in that
site, was a revelation. Something I’ve always known but was never
openly confeermed to me. I fell in love with a gay man. It wasn’t a
blatant admission. It was a more sublte: "if you read properly you’d
know what I mean kinda thing".  And the best thing about it is I’m OKAY
with it. I don’t, at all, feel betrayed or used as others would be. I
felt a sense of closure.

Now regarding no. 2 and a lil bit about no. 3 on my list. I have to make a vow:

    This will be THE best summer ever to top all the best summers I’ve ever had. (here’s were no. 3 comes) The Summer of ‘99 was when I first fell in love and it was the greatest feeling ever, since I have let that go… now, this summer I will FALL in love again. BORACAY here I come!!!

LITERALLY…

Last Friday, March 2, 2007… I was almost either dead or a vegetable… Good thing my instincts are quicker than I thought.

As you all know, I’m taking up haircutting classes at the Center for Aesthetic Studies at the Franck Provost Bldg along Jupiter St. Makati. Every Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays, if I didn’t have someone to cut, I’d have to go to the streets and haunt for one.

Jupiter street is a two way, with two lanes heading to Makati Ave. and one lane heading to Reposo. Most of the time the lanes going to Makati Ave. is jammed so crossing the street isn’t really that bothersome because cars are not usually fast.

I was across the Provost building, asking some drivers if they want a free haircut, my friends went to Red Ribbon for a late lunch. After being rejected by the drivers I cross the street with the usual traffic going to Makati Ave. After passing the two lanes of bumper to bumper cars I peep to the right to see if there were any cars heading towards me. At that time there was someone parking or backing out a few meters away so I had a chance to cross. As I stepped to move ahead, a buzzing pizza delivery motorbike, which was eating up the other lane surprised me (this is in nanoseconds).

I thought that was the end of me. (Shet ang panget ng panty ko!) Instead, after hitting my hand and feet, I instinctively moved my hands forward, pushing in defense. What happened was like a scene in a movie - the heroine not even moved by  what hit her and the villain down on his back with his bike. After realizing that I’m still alive and would only probably suffer a slight bruising, I was even apologetic because I must have hurt him.

I non-chalantly cross the street and head to Red Ribbon. At that time the Provost guard went towards the direction of the accident to defend me.  As if nothing has happened, I even asked the drivers beside the Provost Bldg. if they wanted a haircut. But before all this ended, the driver had the gal to madly shout something (which I didn’t hear, of course) so I face back and shout "Muntik mo na ko patayin, noh! Sorry kung bumagsak ka jan. But you’re on the wrong lane!" (Nanginginig pa boses ko nyan)

Sa Red Ribbon, parang walang nangyari, as I was telling this story to my classmates, parang di man lang sila na-amaze, they didn’t see the action sequence I did. Looking back, shet second time ko na nga palang muntik mamatay… Jeep naman yun, kung napuruhan ako deadbol talaga di lang vegetable. (but that’s another story)

Thank you, God! For not still wanting me dead.