The Ever Changing Life of Jaja

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Since I can't talk due to sore throat, (Well not that I can't, the doctor precisely instructed me to avoid talking until my sore throat is gone) I am really trying my best to be faithful in this. So, I tried to really not talk using my mouth. Thank God for YM, I made it through the week in the office. Although I really had to talk at times.

Aaarrgghh, this sore throat! I had to text Daisy, one of my best buds, that I wasn't sure if I could be a pleasant company since I could not talk too well. She asked me out on her treat but I just had to tell her my situation. Gladly, she was willing to reschedule. Offer stands still until I am well.

As of this writing, I am sprawled on the living room couch while Diana - my house buddy, is sitting a foot across me. And just like me, she was busy doing something with her laptop. I checked FB and saw her stat: "She had a fun-filled weekend!" I pinged her over YM and here's how the conv went:

Janice: bakit fun-filled
Diana: wala naman..
Diana: whehehe
Janice: kse sabi ni doc can't talk
Janice: kaya YM kita
Diana: oo nga.. i saw nga..
Diana: asl please?
Janice: ASAL?
Diana: :)
Janice: i'm being polite
Diana: uh huh...
Janice: A-young S-Slammin Sexy L-Dreamland
Diana: L for Dreamland???
Janice: escapism from boring kingswood
Janice: esp. this generic condo

Diana across -- Hahahaha!

She said: "Hi Janice!" when she came in and I said: 'Hi, Diana!" and she replied: "I thought you can't talk!"

Sweet! Thanks for reminding me.
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Sod it, I'm going out come lunch. I have a birthday lunch to attend to and I don't think I can be there without talking!

Good luck.

James Andrew

I saw him sign in via YM. I was in my senior year in HS and he was in grade five - a cousin's classmate, btw. He signs in frequently though but  I just let it pass thinking that he's just a boy from my old school and we don't have much in common anyways but for some reason I sent a thoughtful: "Hello James, how are you?". He replied. And that was the start of a good conversation.

We chatted for hours and I thought, wow, he makes a lot of sense now. Well, knowing that as a little kid that he once was, he was such a brat! It must be because of the fact that he's been living alone in Australia for 6 years now and he had no choice but to make it good on his own. I am just so impressed with how he turned out. He used to be this kid running around school and addresses me as Ate Jan when he sees me. You just can never tell.

Jamaica Jade

I saw her FaceBook stat and it seemed like she sounded depressed. She is my Kingswood P2 sister! Good times when all of us at the 2nd level were just like inseparable sisters. Too bad, everybody had to go somewhere. Jada is in Indiana. Anyway, being the concerned friend that I am, I made a comment and she responded - which led to her sending a me video message via FB (I never thought that could be done!) But anyways, it was so thoughtful of her to convey the story via video coz I had to leave to take my lunch. 

Anyways, Jada. I feel for you on your story and as always, I love you and I miss you, too. :D

“I am what I am and I say what I feel... because the people who matter don’t mind; and the people who mind, don’t matter.”

 ... for sure, Tox (close – may nickname ka ha), you fall to the latter... you don’t matter... and not even your words and your intent to poison my thoughts. Love me or hate me.... but I guess that’s letting you choose the obvious.

Let me talk to you as someone who hates me... of course, you do. And maybe it’s so much of a big deal that I do not acknowledge your presence... especially when you expect people to acknowledge you... all the time. Ouch, did that hurt?

You know what? For all that you said, I can only tell you one thing:

“It takes one to suspect one.”

Maybe, you should rethink what you said to me... for sure it will all go back to your tragic experiences. I can’t blame you for all the bad things that you said to me... the world must have been so harsh on you. But because of what you did to me, I cannot even be sorry for you. Besides, you are not one of the folks who I let INTO my life – who are just a selected few, btw.

Moving forward, just enjoy watching me as I continue being bitchy and be all the things that I want to be in this life. There’s not much that I can do for you when I annoy you over the fact that I am nice to other people, and not to you.

Your judgement doesn’t count; I only believe in my friends who are harsh enough to let me know my faults and who are encouraging enough when I’ve done something good.

Too bad, we never got really close for you to really know me too well. I don’t know you at all; perhaps a little introduction about yourself might help. That would be very awesomely brave. Your “anonymous-feeling-close” comment was just so COWARDICE.

I guess, your perception of me being rude, bitchy, flawed and whatevs – all those combined are nothing compared to you being a COWARD for not coming forward. I may be a lot of bad things to you but that’s ok... if I chose not to share my goodness with you. It’s best that I am real. And I have every right to keep the respect that you don't deserve. My respect is only programmed to function to those who earned it.

Now, allow me to be extremely RUDE to you now that I am telling you that you are such a LOSER. That’s how far that I can go... unlike you. On second thought, can you really go too far as much as I could that I am visible while you are hiding behind the lame confines of anonymity? What a loser life you live!

Anyway, it's great to know that you care enough in finding time to read my blog. That really says a lot about you and how you see me from afar. Check with your sub-conscious.
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Now, I know the feeling of having detractors. Funny.

XOXO -
Coffee Candy
(works on night shifts)

I just finished my 15K with The Happy Run event a few hours ago. Personally, the event did not turn out as HAPPY as I expected it would be. Personally, ok? Let me tell you why?

Since I left my bib at the reg table at ROX when I was there to register office peeps, I was told by Jerome - one of the organizers - that I could get it from him or get it on the race day itself. I had someone get it for me but I was told that my bib number was no longer there. So I texted Jerome and asked him about my bib but he told me that he gave it to someone else coz he thought that I would not be running. Ok, I was kinda mad when he told me that! I mean, hellom waddaheck! Then he told me that he got another 15K bib and that he'd give it me on the race. Ok, I could deal with that! But came race day, I was handed a 3K bib! I was bitching out a bit with the organizer but just a bit. I just left and went to the 15K barricade. That was my first disappointment. But whatever, it's just a number - which I crumpled after the race.

The run went well. I finished it in 1 hour and 40 mins, well, personal time, ok. That part, I am happy.

So here came the finale of my little dismay fiasco! 1.25 KM toward the finish line, I heard someone calling me, then I turned around and saw Friend 1 and Friend 2 in a car. Friend 1 was screaming: "Janice, sakay ka na!!!". I just laughed it off and continued pounding. The car they were riding was directed to the finish line... or maybe that was what I was thinking. So, in my mind, "Great, they're gonna wait for me!". In 5 minutes from the time they saw me, I crossed the finish line and dialled for Friend 2. Then they told me they were in McDo eating breakfast. Ok, so I thought wrong. But McDo's just a block away from the event area so I thought I'd just catch up. I was headed to McDo when I decided to call to check if they were still there but they were at McDO Lawson!!! Which is a 2KM distance from the event area! WTF???

Seriously, it wasn't the eating ahead of me that made me feel bad. I ran thrice their distance anyways so I was not expecting them to wait for me...  but they knew that I was a few minutes toward the finish line already when the saw me and it was so thoughtless of them for not letting me know that they were headed somewhere to eat breakfast. It was just so thoughtless! It could have not mattered if these two people weren't close friends... but they ARE. Then a text message came shortly with a little explanation that, of course, I did not buy! Why should I?

So there! I formed 30 people to join the race but then I ended up alone in the end. I know it's pretty pathetic to wear my heart out but this is how I feel now. As much as I hate this feeling, I just could not get past the thoughtlessness of  two close friends. DAMMIT!

Anyways, it's all in the past. I gotta go have a foot spa now. Gotta make my feet happy... at least! :)

Tata!

I don't believe in perfection anyway. Besides, WHO DOES?

Except probably for one idiot who gives a broadcast fiasco over petty-stuff that one's done. Considering that the magnitude of what was being bickered about was just almost an unnecessary appendage of what really mattered.

C'mon! Such a big world out there!

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Okay. A few days ago... my tolerance bag just actually gave up... letting all-stored patience scatter on the floor... useless. I usually let things pass because I don't like confronting people... either that or I don't want ruining relationships that I've built. But somehow, I ought to just give the person a piece of my mind if I don't want something to go on.

A day before that, a very foul remark was replied to a very innocent question that I raised. I needed no sermon or have what I have put into question. All I want is for my question to be answered so I can do what needed to be done. But for whatever reason, some insult came out of the person's mouth and of course I exchanged a banter. Mind you, people around us could hear the little heated exchange that we had.

That was an "nth" strike, by the way. Or maybe that incident was what first alerted me not to take bullshit.

Then came the second strike after that mentioned "nth" and came another. And. That. Was. It.

I told the person about his/her approach to things and how I felt about it and he/she better not talk to me that way. As much as I fear of putting a strain between us, I also fear for my self-respect to be neglected.

I've had too much lessons learned in this life already for them not to be put in good use.

I'm happy I did that, though. The person acknowledged his misdeed, got my point and apologized.

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To be fair with the person. He/She thought that I was cool with all the banter. To me, it wasn't cool. Only a fool would think of them as cool.

I still believe that the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks.

I just happen to think that I know me and that I don't take crap. Much more, let other people think that I do.

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I am not perfect. But taking bullshit is not one of my flaws.

What Janice Means: J is for Juicy

J is for Juicy A is for Ambitious N is for Natural I is for Ideal C is for Cheerful E is for Elitist

Whatever!