Durk-durk, Lern and Jajuhby: The New Adventures of the Lummoxes

February 19, 2007, 7:54
PM (CEM time, as opposed to say, Philam time)

Today is the first day of the year of the Pig. Joy read to me from somewhere that this is supposed to be a lucky year for Sheep people. I’m Sheep. And crossing my fingers…

I promised myself I would only start blogging again
if something significant happened in my life (because otherwise I just tend to blog about ahem, someone…) and something has. Just last week, Lern, Jaje and I moved into our home-away-from-home here in Makati. This is pretty significant for me because this is the first time I’ve really lived away from home, and very much on my own too ‘cause I --- we --- will really be fending for ourselves. Rent, utilities, laundry, etc. we’ll be paying on our own. It’s so grown-up! (haha, I sound so retarded) But see, in our family, childhood ends at the age of 30, if ever it really does, and while there is some comfort to be taken from knowing your folks have always got your back, I wanted to know what I was made of. In my head, if not marriage, that means moving out. Haaay. I am retarded. Bbbut, see there’s still something different about sharing bills at home and being in charge of your own bills… (retarded!)

Our place is Room 1803 B, the room with a BIEW…

When I got home to 1803 B last Friday, I was walking under my --- what is getting to be --- recurring cloud of depression (full cycle is about once every 3 days, I’m kidding!…) so God decided to send me a cheer-upper in the form of a little prince.

Me (to Lern via SMS): I just met one of our neighbors!

Lern: Ooh! Are they human? Or peacocks? J (for an understanding of what Peacocks are, review relevant X-files episode involving the Peacock family)

Me: It’s A Little Prince!

The little’s prince’s name is FiliBERTO! (insert mime here of that patent Italian hand-chop). At least, in my head the way the kid says it, sounds Italian (or well, foreign,
hehe). He and his mother came by the unit because they wanted to say hello to the previous tenants, who were unfortunately gone already. Apparently, the previous tenants (5 nurses) took care of 6-year-old Filiberto when he had been down with food poisoning. And Filiberto (yes, he doesn’t seem to have a nickname, or if he does I am not privy to it, since I am only the strange new neighbor) having gotten a new cellphone, wanted to give them his number. Poor boy, how disappointing that he only chanced upon tired, disheveled me, who had had to lug around 2 bond paper reams of PPP reports. (Yes, PPP for Panukat ng Pagkataong Pilipino.)

I call him Little Prince because like a prince he is good-looking, poised, and… authoritative...

Me (fumbling with the door keys): … this is confusing…

Little prince offers to open the door for me. And walks into the unit and lectures me…

Little Prince: When you are opening the door turn the key
only this way (makes clockwise gesture). Don’t turn it this way and this way (imitates my clockwise-counterwise confused motions), or you’ll end up locking-unlocking it.

Me (feeling every inch the stupid 27-year-old): … ehehehehe.

He is also an intriguing kid. His mother (whom we shall dub Queen, since well, he’s Little Prince) asked me if I was also studying and I said, yes, and she said, oh what course? And I said Developmental Psychology. And she says…

Queen (to Little Prince): That’s perfect! Didn’t you say you needed someone you could talk to about your hopes and dreams?

Me (to myself): …Hhhoookaaaay…

Anyway the whole encounter ended with Little Prince giving me his number, which I think is mostly out of the Queen’s politeness since Little Prince kind of just walked into our unit and proceeded to criticize liberally. But I enjoyed the whole odd encounter and
sent the Little Prince an SMS.

Me: Hi Filiberto! It was nice meeting you and your mom! Please tell her also J. This is Kathryn from room 1803 by the way.

Little Prince: ok

This is the most non-self-censoring blog I’ve ever posted. It’s fun. If you got confused by my writing, apologies, but this is pretty much how I think, which is why I’m usually quiet in groups. I already have a little group of my own inside my head (okay, not only am I retarded, I am also CRAZY.).

I hope you enjoyed the show! I just realized (again, but with pleasure!) that this is my form of humor: I make fun of myself a lot. I was never able to capture it in writing until now.

Happy New Year everyone!

Edit: I lied. I just went back and edited this piece. Not much though… just cleaned up a few grammatical and style problems (OC!!!).