If you see a petite lady at a coffee shop, wearing a paisley printed dress with purple flats and you see beside her a very big yellow bag, as if she’s carrying her whole house every time she goes out, don’t feel frustrated. That’s probably me. My name is Geefe Alba.
Please pronounce my first name correctly, it is pronounced like Jeffrey, not like “Gee, Fe, your hair smells good.”
I can’t really blame my mom when she gave me that five-letter word name, because she also gave my two sisters, the names Genefer and Geda. She probably found it challenging to combine the syllables of her name, Fernanda and my father’s name, Genaro, into the first names of her three daughters. I always feel proud of my parents although they passed away early.
I also feel my name is unique. At school a lot of people had difficulty pronouncing my name so I had lots of nicknames, I had Pong, Pipay, Pie, Ge, and the most popular in high school, Goofy. It was when we had a new teacher and she could not really read my name and probably my handwriting. She assumed my e’s were o’s so she called me Goofy Alba and I said “Present.” So instead of teasing the new teacher, they teased me.
I used to collect different table napkins as souvenir of the places I have been to. I love to travel to our local cities and villages. Not until we had flashfloods early this year, I had more than a boxful of these tissues from restaurants to hotels and food chains. I think I better collect again.
I am not really an expert when it comes to English language especially since it is a second language for a Filipino like me. But I love to write, because Math never understood me and singing was never on my talent list.
In my situation at present, there is really nothing I could ask for that would essentially make me happier. But I want to be really rich so I can buy a car and a yacht, travel to Asia, Europe and countries in America and buy that authentic Chanel chained bag made exclusively for the selfish and murderers of lambs. I think I had too much coffee for today.