Monday, March 03, 2008
Man, did I mess up my photos.
Anyway, I'm still here. I'm super-busy with language lessons, sewing, practicing for our performance for kindergarten graduation, and of course the ubiquitous pagpapapayat. We, as in the mothers, are going to be doing cheerleading and handbells. It's quite funny that I'm gonna be a cheerleader right here in Tokyo, complete with pompoms and outfit made out of papel de hapon! Oh yeah bebe, that's one dream down!
Speaking of dreams, bought a sewing machine from Ikea last month and as I told everybody who would care to listen, it's sira. It's so hard to even do a straight stitch, let alone a hem! Anyway, I think I'm going to wait for Nanay before I truly give up. Might be just me who's sira.
Whenever we do our cheerdance practice which is about 2x a week (since last year, they're really OC here), I'm reminded of my dear old working days in Pinas where performing is one of the "duties" of an employee. Hahaha! Our country is really the most fun place to work in, if only they paid 6-figure salaries! The parties here have people standing up swirling their wine glasses and making conversation. Boring! I'll take the break-the-egg-tied-to-your-waist contest over that anytime! (*^o^*)
♪♫♪♥Thazittt bye bye♥!♪♫♪
Those Awful Birds
When I got the last Harry Potter, I was so eager to start it that I asked to be left in a cafe near the book store, while the boys went to check out the electronics store. So there I was, sitting al fresco in a perfect weather, munching chips and sipping coke, while poring over the first chapter of my most awaited book when... bam! An enormous black crow with a head the size of my fist stole my bag of chips and began eating it right in front of me.Yes, the little monster didn't even fly away with his loot oh -- to somewhere "safer" but just jumped beside my feet and began finishing what I have only just begun. I was so freaked out that as usual my typical reaction was to scream my head off that everybody within 50 meters, from the cafe patrons to the utilitymen fixing the potholes down the street, started to freak out too. After some concerned questions by nearby audiences, I calmed down and just packed up and went off to find my boys. But not before I bought sweet sweet macarons to soothe my nerves.
From then on, I hated those ugly crows with a vengeance. Actually it's more like hatred mixed with some deep-seated fear that next time it might not stop at the chips, and start pecking on me. It wouldn't be such a problem had this city not have such a huge population of crows that at any given electric pole, there will be a line of those awful birds. Their beady little eyes seemingly following... well, me.
But that doesn't stop me from eating chips while walking.