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.
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Thursday, December 24, 2009
been out
Wow! I'm seeing spider webs on this blog. Long time since I got the chance to shamelessly talk about myself and my life in public's view. Too busy doing nothing, really. Going to places. Hanging out with old friends. No new friends yet, only new acquaintances. Same old, same old. After two years of working as a regional correspondent for a national daily newspaper, I have forwarded my resignation letter. I have too many things on my mind on what to do next but none of them were actually taken into action. Well, except for one,that I will visit Lyn on her birthday. She lives in another city now continuing her culinary studies. Nat, on the other hand, finally went to the land of Americas and is residing in New Jersey, after more than a year of waiting. She got wed locked to Joe. I'm always happy for her. Although I miss her badly and even Lyn even if she's just an eight-hour bus trip away. I miss their friendship.
I managed to stay where I am, totally grounded. I always wanted to flee to another city, wanting to enroll in that Spanish class in Cebu. I have already asked a lot of people and confirmed that the class is really, free of charge. So, what the heck, I'll take my chances. But I'll wait for next year. :)
I'm seeing my college friends again, Maurine and Maya. Both are totally different personalities but they go ga-ga over one topic: guys! I have given them advices; unfortunately, they seem to have short-term memory loss on those advices. Good thing Dory of the movie Finding Nemo, made that term popular. Because I wouldn't know what word to describe on how they keep forgetting what I just told them. I wouldn't worry much about them. They're all big girls now. Even if they will eventually stumble and fall and maybe practically dive into one pitfall of madness, we can always have a cup of coffee on Wednesdays. I would probably have that glass of margarita later.
Me, I'm in love. I'm not complaining. But I have to mellow down my anger management issue. I have noticed I get easily angry nowadays. I get frustrated on things that don't really matter much on common people. I don't know. Maybe this is a result of pretending to be happy for a long time even if I always see I'm half empty, or half full.
Borgie knows too much, and I have to kill him if he wants to be free. hehehe...;p This is one new relationship adventure I'm having with Borgie. But if this is good for me, I would not go anywhere far from him. He's an inspiration.
No major new in my life. The only thing that's important for me now is to keep that smile on my face wherever I'll be.
Happy Holidays!
I managed to stay where I am, totally grounded. I always wanted to flee to another city, wanting to enroll in that Spanish class in Cebu. I have already asked a lot of people and confirmed that the class is really, free of charge. So, what the heck, I'll take my chances. But I'll wait for next year. :)
I'm seeing my college friends again, Maurine and Maya. Both are totally different personalities but they go ga-ga over one topic: guys! I have given them advices; unfortunately, they seem to have short-term memory loss on those advices. Good thing Dory of the movie Finding Nemo, made that term popular. Because I wouldn't know what word to describe on how they keep forgetting what I just told them. I wouldn't worry much about them. They're all big girls now. Even if they will eventually stumble and fall and maybe practically dive into one pitfall of madness, we can always have a cup of coffee on Wednesdays. I would probably have that glass of margarita later.
Me, I'm in love. I'm not complaining. But I have to mellow down my anger management issue. I have noticed I get easily angry nowadays. I get frustrated on things that don't really matter much on common people. I don't know. Maybe this is a result of pretending to be happy for a long time even if I always see I'm half empty, or half full.
Borgie knows too much, and I have to kill him if he wants to be free. hehehe...;p This is one new relationship adventure I'm having with Borgie. But if this is good for me, I would not go anywhere far from him. He's an inspiration.
No major new in my life. The only thing that's important for me now is to keep that smile on my face wherever I'll be.
Happy Holidays!
Saturday, September 12, 2009
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wednesday, March 4, 2009
panic attacks
It was 15 minutes past eleven in the evening. The blank hospital wall faced me while I sat on one of the empty benches outside the clinic of an obstetrics-gynecologist who was attending me. My last name was not called yet. Many were waiting for their names to be called too. Every time the assistant opened the door, all eyes would stare at who would enter or walk out of the clinic. It was the only clinic available for consultations as it was almost midnight. The first time I was there, the assistant told me they would accommodate all enlisted patients for the day even if it meant working late hours. I thought it was more of 'magis'- a genuine service for others; walking the extra mile, sometimes even skipping meals just to attend to others' needs. A professional fee can never compensate that.
Most of the awaiting patients kept silent while others befriended the person next to them and talked about ovarian complications and myoma and cists.
I brought a magazine with me to kill the time productively. I was waiting for six hours now, still the doctor's assistant did not come out. I have already consumed all the pages of the magazine but kept on reading all over again. Then I looked up and stared on the blank wall.
I thought of things I should have been doing when I was not there waiting for another check-up. I was supposed to be at home replaying my favorite movies or on bed in a sound sleep. Or maybe I should have been going out with my friends drinking coffee or beer or frappes or smoothies.
I felt my eyes were teary that I could not look down because tears might fall fast and I would be like sobbing desperately. And all the people could hear me because the hallways were empty, no busy feet passing through except for nurses on duty and visitors that had to buy medicines and food. I got too emotional, so I closed my eyes for a while.
I had to go to the clinic every other day from Monday to Friday for a suppository. The doctor said I had cervical inflammation that resulted from urinary tract infection. I was given oral antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicines.
I thought hard about it. I told myself maybe I should have been more careful with my health. I should have eaten the right food, slept earlier and exercise as often as I could with less sweets and pantyliners. When I did a brief research, cervical inflammation or cervicitis was considered a common disease among women but not for self-diagnose and even difficult or impossible to get pregnant or deliver a healthy baby.
I am only 25. I am afraid. My mother died because of cancer of the liver about seven years ago. In 1992, my father passed away because of cancer of the spinal column. Even if my mother underwent chemotherapy, she did not make it. The only family left with me were my two sisters and now my two-year-old nephew. Those times were the hardest for me. I was always crying when I prayed to God.
I still want to live the next 25 years of my life. I fear if this will lead to different complications and then cervical cancer then I would not know what to do. I have never been married and I have not even saved much to cover all the anticipated expenses. I still want to travel to different places. I have not fully paid my loaned appliances. I am still struggling to pay my monthly dues on my digital camera. I have not checked how much were my monthly past dues for government health insurance.
“Alba,” called the assistant. It was a relief I was called at last. I would not know where all my worries would lead me. I stood up and entered the clinic.
Most of the awaiting patients kept silent while others befriended the person next to them and talked about ovarian complications and myoma and cists.
I brought a magazine with me to kill the time productively. I was waiting for six hours now, still the doctor's assistant did not come out. I have already consumed all the pages of the magazine but kept on reading all over again. Then I looked up and stared on the blank wall.
I thought of things I should have been doing when I was not there waiting for another check-up. I was supposed to be at home replaying my favorite movies or on bed in a sound sleep. Or maybe I should have been going out with my friends drinking coffee or beer or frappes or smoothies.
I felt my eyes were teary that I could not look down because tears might fall fast and I would be like sobbing desperately. And all the people could hear me because the hallways were empty, no busy feet passing through except for nurses on duty and visitors that had to buy medicines and food. I got too emotional, so I closed my eyes for a while.
I had to go to the clinic every other day from Monday to Friday for a suppository. The doctor said I had cervical inflammation that resulted from urinary tract infection. I was given oral antibiotics, anti-inflammatory medicines.
I thought hard about it. I told myself maybe I should have been more careful with my health. I should have eaten the right food, slept earlier and exercise as often as I could with less sweets and pantyliners. When I did a brief research, cervical inflammation or cervicitis was considered a common disease among women but not for self-diagnose and even difficult or impossible to get pregnant or deliver a healthy baby.
I am only 25. I am afraid. My mother died because of cancer of the liver about seven years ago. In 1992, my father passed away because of cancer of the spinal column. Even if my mother underwent chemotherapy, she did not make it. The only family left with me were my two sisters and now my two-year-old nephew. Those times were the hardest for me. I was always crying when I prayed to God.
I still want to live the next 25 years of my life. I fear if this will lead to different complications and then cervical cancer then I would not know what to do. I have never been married and I have not even saved much to cover all the anticipated expenses. I still want to travel to different places. I have not fully paid my loaned appliances. I am still struggling to pay my monthly dues on my digital camera. I have not checked how much were my monthly past dues for government health insurance.
“Alba,” called the assistant. It was a relief I was called at last. I would not know where all my worries would lead me. I stood up and entered the clinic.
Monday, January 26, 2009
sense and sensibility
Starting today, I am going to talk about sensible things. I will write about things that make me happy. And I will not make this site look like a sad journal. The stories here will also not be focused on me anymore. ehehehe... ;p I didn't know I was that vain.
I will talk about and feature important people; people who deserve to be admired and be recognized to the world. (or at least to some of my contacts here that have my blog site link.)
So, brace yourselves for the next series of People's feature stories! Tada! :)
morag advertisement ba?
I'm just feeling laid-back today. So, I'll giving the floor to other people now. I'm not going to be selfish or childish. nyahahaha... (just for today okay?shocks, torture)
I'm also thinking of featuring the places I've visited, you know...bukid and dagat. ;p
I will talk about and feature important people; people who deserve to be admired and be recognized to the world. (or at least to some of my contacts here that have my blog site link.)
So, brace yourselves for the next series of People's feature stories! Tada! :)
morag advertisement ba?
I'm just feeling laid-back today. So, I'll giving the floor to other people now. I'm not going to be selfish or childish. nyahahaha... (just for today okay?shocks, torture)
I'm also thinking of featuring the places I've visited, you know...bukid and dagat. ;p
Sunday, January 4, 2009
tick.tock.
it's like only seconds ago that the new year has past and it's now 2009. yep, great year that was. and i've been sitting on this very chair for 5 years now. i can't think of any sensible thoughts at all. i hope inspiration will come by in a flash. i mean, i have just put on one coffee drink to fill up my night. just one.
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