the squeaky doors
the water leak at the trunk
the ant community
one windshield wiper working
the oil drippings
turning off the aircon while going up a steep road
spots of rust
tintless windows
using cellphone light to see the kilometer read
computing the kilometers per liter
jump starting at the start of the day
These may not sound like things that you would miss about a car but driving TEP for close to 10 years, I have grown to love her character as such.
I felt the lost more when I was driving my new car (that has yet to be named). TEP has given me a lot of good memories. She has brought me and my nieces (and for one school year, my nephew) to school. Her airconditioning is commendable which is, I think, the only thing my mom likes about her. I have had great conversations with my dear friend which she witnessed. I guess having a broken radio contributed to that.
I think there was one time that she might have felt that I didn't care about her. It was the month of November several years ago when my dear friend and I brought her to Starbucks, Libis. My dear friend and I had coffee. As she brought us home, I realized that she was not TEP. She or he (I wouldn't know what gender the owner has assigned to her/him) looked exactly like TEP. My dear friend and I rushed back to Starbucks with this TEP-looking car. It was a funny incident that I guess none of you (readers) have ever experienced or will ever experience.
Maybe TEP felt bad that I didn't realize sooner that it wasn't her that we were with. Right now, I want her to know that even if she is now owned by a friend of mine, I will always consider her as 'my car'. Who knows, she may still be considering me as 'my owner.'
*TEP 856 White 1992 Toyota Corolla
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Monday, November 06, 2006
inconsistently organized
I arrange my clothes according to color. I eat my dessert after my meal...never during. I'm very particular with color combination, whether it's the clothes I wear or the things I have. I want to be accurate with reports that I make specially the ones that involve numbers. I need to follow procedures and it affects me if there's none. Christmas gifts to people is something I plan well.
Now here is more about me: All my bags have some piece of paper or a few pesos inside them. My office filing cabinet has files but they're not filed properly. When I get home I take off my shoes wherever in my room and it is usually not the right place to take them off. My car is like my second room and I haven't invited any of my friends inside my bedroom for almost a year.
Of course, I tried to improve myself. I am not in denial. I have tried the 5S but I think I stopped with the 2nd S. It was too Zen for me. Don't think that my family hasn't intervened. Ever since I was young, I have been threatened to be disowned by my mom and siblings if I don't fix-up. Now that I'm much older, I think some of my nephews and nieces have a different concept of a single tita. They might be thinking that if you're single it's normal that you have a messy room.
I dream of looking forward to a filing cabinet used properly. I dream that I can excitingly invite my friends for a sleep over.
Speaking of sleepovers, Brix, one of my nephews had difficulty sleeping one night. He said he was scared. Both his siblings were asleep already. It is not easy to get a hug or kiss from Brix. And he's so huggable and kissable. So when he was hugging me tight that night, you can imagine my thrill. I asked him if he wants to sleep with me in my room. I was thinking that he would say no because, again, Brix doesn't like to be hugged or kissed too much. Lo and behold he gave a resounding yes. I said to myself, "Why didn't I clean my room this weekend?!" In the end, Brix finally fell asleep beside his siblings and I lay in my bed imagining how fun it would have been hugging Brix all night if he slept with me in my room. What's troubling is the next day, Brix denied that he ever said that he wanted to sleep in my room.
I am inconsistently organized. Don't you think that's better than being consistently disorganized? I think so. But my incentive now is Brix. One of these days I'll clean my room real well. Then I'll let Brix watch a scary movie. I'll have his siblings sleep ahead of him. And the rest is history.
Now here is more about me: All my bags have some piece of paper or a few pesos inside them. My office filing cabinet has files but they're not filed properly. When I get home I take off my shoes wherever in my room and it is usually not the right place to take them off. My car is like my second room and I haven't invited any of my friends inside my bedroom for almost a year.
Of course, I tried to improve myself. I am not in denial. I have tried the 5S but I think I stopped with the 2nd S. It was too Zen for me. Don't think that my family hasn't intervened. Ever since I was young, I have been threatened to be disowned by my mom and siblings if I don't fix-up. Now that I'm much older, I think some of my nephews and nieces have a different concept of a single tita. They might be thinking that if you're single it's normal that you have a messy room.
I dream of looking forward to a filing cabinet used properly. I dream that I can excitingly invite my friends for a sleep over.
Speaking of sleepovers, Brix, one of my nephews had difficulty sleeping one night. He said he was scared. Both his siblings were asleep already. It is not easy to get a hug or kiss from Brix. And he's so huggable and kissable. So when he was hugging me tight that night, you can imagine my thrill. I asked him if he wants to sleep with me in my room. I was thinking that he would say no because, again, Brix doesn't like to be hugged or kissed too much. Lo and behold he gave a resounding yes. I said to myself, "Why didn't I clean my room this weekend?!" In the end, Brix finally fell asleep beside his siblings and I lay in my bed imagining how fun it would have been hugging Brix all night if he slept with me in my room. What's troubling is the next day, Brix denied that he ever said that he wanted to sleep in my room.
I am inconsistently organized. Don't you think that's better than being consistently disorganized? I think so. But my incentive now is Brix. One of these days I'll clean my room real well. Then I'll let Brix watch a scary movie. I'll have his siblings sleep ahead of him. And the rest is history.
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