almuteena street

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just clicking at the road sign. this is just straight to our villa. very near hypermarket and sheraton.

looking at life from a different perspective

there is a melodramatic sense to the title and it has been a cliche long before the time of shakespeare. it sounds biblical, so moralistic, and definitely didactic. but who cares when i feel that way.

for a month or so i have been living in hell. all the while i thought i was with real friends, thanking heavens for giving me such "angels" who were with me through my trying moments here in dubai. i remember including them in my prayers, thanking the most powerful for their presence and for that sense of belonging. but i was wrong. all the while, the laughter and the conversations, those late night escapade to the hypermarket or to karama for shopping, were all but a facade. when there is not much strenght in the foundation then crumbling it would come down to be.

nonetheless, i have moved out and i am moving on. i had never such a good night's sleep for a month until i shifted rooms. now i am enjoying the company of cousins and newfound friends, the television and the fridge right inside our room, and the laughter with people who barely know me. after all that happened, i value privacy now more than i ever did. these past month i had to battle against being stabbed at the back or hearing "friends" talk about how bad i am or how i envy them for their pay or for whatever reason that give them the feeling of being better than me. but i am past that ill feeling now. i no longer worry about being shouted at for petty things. when i look back now, i do not get ashamed of being insulted and backbitten, but i pity them for the lowly state to which they have sunk to.

but all's well that ends well. it is 6 o'clock and i am kissing my laptop goodbye. i have to head home. my bed is waiting. my friends are waiting. and everything else is new.

there is so much to life than live with tina, verlyn, ethel, anne and jeal - arranged in accordance to the hostility i feel for them. there is so much to life than villa # 10. there is so much to everything that i have dealt with these past month and i am embracing life without them.

disaster is the name!

i really do not want to whine. no, not anymore. i want to have a happy life and i would like to be called a happy person. but i can't help but cry due to last night's event.

so be it. it finally came out on V's lips that i am the tag-along in the group.. in other words, ako daw po ay sampid lamang. how dare she say such a thing? such ignorance! if not for my being a tag-along in the group they would still be in that previous cupboard of a house.

this is not something to be read by anyone. and i know only my friends have the link to this blog. but who cares if they run into this post? at least they know how my mind is screaming and cursing them, wanting them to bleed in agony and pain like i do now.

when we were all on visit visas, no one dared to submit a copy of her passport to the villa caretakers. that is where we live now, in a villa not so far from malls and hypermarkets. not even E who had her offer letter already at that time did have the courage to photocopy her passport for the said reason. and i, being the tag-along in the group, was forced to do the sacrifice. 2 months of disturbed sleep! why would anyone on visit visa get a room of her own? it's completely illegal! one on visit visa should be staying with relatives, or friends, or in a hotel. not live in a room where she would have to buy refrigerator, bed, and stove. so i was the sacrificial lamb..that is because i was the tag-along in the group.

so how dare did she say that to me? such arrogance that spring from ignorance. and A... she perhaps thought she was correct in telling me that it should be majority decision that is to be followed. perhaps yes, and of course they always win. i have always felt being an outsider. but she should have to be reminded that i too, have the right in that house. and in fact, if there should be anyone who has the right to kick anyone out of that room it is me.

T on the other hand is the saint that she is... i'll see her in hell if i know. to think she also had photocopy of her passport that time when it was collected, but she waited for me to hand mine. and she even dared tell me that there was no need for her to surrender her copy as the villa management only needs one copy from anyone. she thinks she's a saint? then how would you name the devils if she were indeed one?

i know i am whining. and i know i am pretty bitchy in here. but i have to write things down lest i'd be feeling so unfair to my self. i only give justice to my own being when i write.

a call from sir jo!

he's still the same.
mokong lang gihapon.
but the thing is, di japon xa kuripot.
17 minutes of call, times 16 pesos.
do the maths!
heehe, tawagi pa ko sir jo, maski pa mahurot ang mga ATA, AMAW, Y*W* sa kalibutan k ginapanawag nimo ok lang na, hehhehe.

galawgaw!

sige na sad ko laag.
sige na sad ko himo krimen.
sige na sad ko makunsenxa sa tanan.

hahay!
kanus-a pa man ka ma buotan?