Loving-Hating my Job

Yesterday, I was so fed up with my job. I reached a point when I was about give up and just text my boss and say "Hey, I'm quitting, AGAIN." However, I did not. I need the money for my debate tournaments. Lol.

For the first time, I ran out of things to say for my last article due yesterday. I even passed ten minutes after the daily deadline. I was just full of it. And writing for the same topic for a week...Man, twas mind-numbing. But it's paying well, so, again, LOL.

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My mom got us a new labandera yesterday. Her name is Ate Bebeng. Curious,

"Ma, pila imong bayad kay ate bebeng? Di ba si ate Angie (our ex labandera who flew to Manila) kay P250 a day?"
(Ma, how much do you pay ate Bebeng? You paid ate Angie P250 a day, right?)

"P2000 a month."

"Wow! Daku-a uy!"
(Wow! That's too much!)

"She comes over thrice a week. Si Angie once a week lang so I pay her daily."

I was just quiet. In my mind, it was too much for a labandera. I mean, we should've just employed a full-time all-around helper and give her the same. *blows hair up* That way, I don't have to wash the dishes.

And then, after a few hours, I thought about this conversation. I realized that I shouldn't complain because I have a better job. It pays more and demands less. Sure, it gets hard at times, but it's a job I love---writing. After that realization, I decided to embrace my job, not because it's not so hard after all, but because it funds my debate career.

So once again, LOL.

Seven Habits of Highly Effective Bitches

Before you label yourself a do-it-all gal who's got it going on, babe, you gotta know how you should be like every day. I present to you the seven habits of highly effective bitches.

1. Be charming! Be very charming. The regular bitch is someone who gets what she wants but the high-quality bitch gets what she wants EVEN IF SHE DOESN'T KNOW HOW IT ALWAYS HAPPENS. She is manipulative because she is irresistible. She is a lawbreaker because she is cute when she is.The art of charm is more than eyelash-batting; it is a clothing that you have to wear everyday. It is embedded in the way you stand, walk, carry yourself, talk, write. Everything! What is important is that you steal hearts(and breaths!) everywhere you go. Yes, even if you're sweating after a soccer practice.

2. Be creative! The bitch always stands out in a crowd. The regular bitch wears whatever is in, the goddess-bitch defies conventions and yet looks unexplanably perfect in whatever she wears. Be that kind of person. The first thing that you have to master is your body type and your complexion. You must easily determine which colors and styles flatter you the most and work on it. Be very innovative. And stock a lot. Tip: The Ukay-ukay is a heavenly place for cheap and rare beauties. It's like, the seventh wonder of the world!

3. Be street-smart! I told you before; the bitch is manipulative. This means that she knows the way of the world. It has a lot to do with survival and social standing. Carefully choose your affiliations, always come up with a Plan B (in rare cases, the goddess-bitch fails) and cross your fingers.

4. Be optimistic! The regular bitch has this unattainable aura that makes her look unapproachable, antagonistic, and worse, old. She thinks she's so good that she should just put an invisible "don't talk to me" sign on her forehead. No. That's not the way to go. Be the bitch who is always seen as happy and optimistic. In a world where the news is always bad news, be the fresh juice. People will thank you afterwards.

5. Be fit! The important bitch is a world-helper, a world-saver and a world-beautifier. To maintain whatever contribution you have, you have to be fit and healthy. Actually, it's not that hard to imagine. Just squeeze in little worthwhile physical activities like climbing the stairs, biking, weekend badminton, etc. Moreover, develop the habit of eating healthy. Being a vegan is not required. Just abstinence from soft drinks and junk food can do the trick. You can't always save the world, but at least save yourself.

6. Be grateful. In a world where the words "please" "thank you" and "kindly" are experiencing shortages more glaring than rice, be the difference. There are times when it takes you more than a minute to get that illegal dessert, you know. *evil smile*

7. Love yourself. No, I'm not saying you take a picture of yourself and post the same damn thing 8 times on Friendster, that's not self-love, that's disturbing self-idolatry! By loving oneself, it entails respect and pride. Make these things your way of life. And life will make way for you.

Come on, there's gotta be a self-help article somewhere for all the wanna-be bitches in the world. They're quite a big market, you know.

Scorpio

My love for you
Is a silk undergarment
I wear it so close to me

I'm loving the way it feels
The way it sends fireworks
Of sensations to my
Secretest fumes

I hide it from the eyes
Of those who FEEL they know love
Because mine is too magnificent
Therefore it must only be disclosed
To the eyes of those
Who understand such magnificence
The way there is lace
And ribbons
And silver stars
Intricately patterned
At the sides of my so-called love

Me wearing this love
Is the truest version of myself
See how it decorates my skin
So beautifully...
Sometimes, i powder it with jasmine
Sometimes, lavender.
Only because, I want to wear it
And be at my best
Every time you opt
To ravish me recklessly

OH.

Gee. it's been a reeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeally long time since i've posted something in this blog. i like Multiply more.. coz it's all-in-one. It's like a friendster and blogspot marriage. Here's the link pala www.karlastefan.multiply.com

However, i will still be posting stuff here. Mostly poetry. Or random ramblings.

ciao for now. =)

hahaha look what i found.

RANDOM FACTS ABOUT ME (KUNO):



When God said, "let there be light", karla stefan said, "say 'please'."

karla stefan sheds her skin twice a year.

Ninjas want to grow up to be just like karla stefan. But usually they grow up just to be killed by karla stefan.

karla stefan can slam revolving doors.

Some people wear Superman pajamas. Superman wears karla stefan pajamas.

When karla stefan answers the phone, she just says "Go". This is not permission for you to begin speaking, it is your cue to start running for your life.

When karla stefan falls in water, karla stefan doesn't get wet. Water gets karla stefan.

karla stefan doesn't have blood. She is filled with magma.

karla stefan eats lightning and farts thunder.

Rosa Parks refused to get out of her seat because she was saving it for karla stefan.

For every person Mother Nature kills, karla stefan kills five.

Noah was the only man notified before karla stefan relieved herself in the Atlantic Ocean.

Whoever said "only the good die young" was probably in karla stefan's kindergarten class.

karla stefan will never have a heart attack. Her heart isn't nearly foolish enough to attack her.

Reklamo-fest

See, there's this teacher of mine...(I'm not mentioning names, so don't force me coz it's tempting)

And she doesn't know how to teach. Like every meeting she just reads the book, talks to herself and do some kind of sermon. Everything she says is already there in our book; she just translates it to Bisaya "so we'd understand further". The examples she gives are mediocre and they're stuff we learned in first year.

You know autism? Yeah, she kinds of has that. Coz autistic people's mirror neurons(those that mirror memories to recognize a familiar face or event) are broken so they can't look at people in the eye and everything is new to them. She doesn't establish eye contact with us. NOT.EVER. You know what she does? She just stares outside the window and talks and talks. She even doesn't face half of the class.

She uses a lot of time writing stuff on the board. We're left with nothing to do on our seats but wait, sometimes check our lip gloss, or, you know, send SMS messages.

She's as erratic as a tornado; she flings from one mood and another. One minute she's strict coz she has the oh-I'm-so-high-wtf-I'm-a-teacher attitude and the next she'll be like an orphaned pup.

Here's what I don't like the most. 5% of her grading comes from attendance (truants rally!) and a student gets a plus 2 on his/her final grade if s/he has a perfect attendance. First, this is supposed to be bawal. It's in the handbook baby. And i really told her that. When she heard it, she looked annoyed and told us, "This is academic freedom." Well, i dunno what is the scope of academic freedom so i just didn't push further. The I informed her that it was in the handbook that grading attendance is really bawal but she said it was okay. She even told us "Ayaw nyo ng plus?" ("You don't want to get bonus points?") My classmates mellowed. (They feigned?) they wanted the plus badly. Gawd.

Personally, I think she's doing too much. The 2point incentive may be okay, it's like a reward anyway. But the 5% is too much. It's like she's insecure of the attendance that she has to pay people to be there. See, if the student sees enough incentive enough in the class to actually go to class, then s/he will attend classes.

Last semester, I had a class under Mr. Rex Rola. He is a horror terror teacher in terms of grading. Like, last sem out of the four sections he handled, only four people passed his subject. Whew. (I'm darn lucky.) He is a brilliant brilliant man, with an exceptional mind and beautiful lecture skills. He never checked the attendance. Sometimes I'd go to class tapos ako lang isa ang estudyante. He didn't care. He even still lectured like the classroom was full. See, people who really go to class are the people who really are interested in the class.

I remember. I always felt sorry everytime I had to absent in Mr. Rola's class. I always learned something every day. I always felt like a wiser person every time I step out of F403. But now? I dunno. With her, it's an eternal reklamo-fest.

She makes schooling get in the way of my education.



PS. Things here are based on my reality. Get it? MY.REALITY. Besides, who told you to be here?

Aftermath

Sleep close to me
Thunders are over.

We crumpled the sheets
We spilled the wine
We interchanged our perfumes

And now I’m feeling
A mixture of ceremony
And embarrassment.

But it doesn’t matter.
It’s now just you and me
And the smoke
Fragrant with orchids
When you exhale
And the foam of euphoria
Slowly filling my head

Sleep close to me
As I recall
Traveling the landscapes
Of your skin
Sniff the mist of
Dewy lavender
On your hair

Did I not tell you
That every breath you take
Weaves a rhythm of peace
Across towns
And skies and hearts?

Did I not tell you
That the faint fold
In the bed you leave
When you turn the other side
Is left with a glimmering
Essence of apology?

But I won’t tell you anything.

Sleep close to me, my love
I will not wake you up..
Remember, we’ve just
Been to Neverland.