I was looking forward to an early night after our second day of field work for the training output. I started for home relatively earlier than the usual time. Then I lost my keys. That, I realized after I’ve emptied the contents of my backpack in front of the apartment door.
Good thing I had a spare set for the apartment. I’d deal with the office keys tomorrow. I might have lost the keys while we were doing the interviews or I may have left it at the office. I have this unbreakable habit of misplacing things.
This week just keeps on getting better.
Talk about being out of my comfort zone.
After about five takes – and the cheers from some of the people attending the event – I finally managed to complete my sentence in front of the camera.
I’m uncomfortable with being on camera. I like taking videos and photos of other people but I try to keep out of the screen as much as possible (for a good reason). This time, there was no escaping the task. I did think of asking for another task but then a colleague’s remark made more sense. After all, didn’t I promise myself that I’d be welcome opportunities to be out of my comfort zone every once in a while? (Darn. What was I thinking?!) But a promise’s a promise.
Another free meal 😀
I’m getting used getting free food. The third sister scored and I got an invite to free lunch. Plus I get to pick the place. I must have done something good to get all these. I just love having meals with the sisters.
I could have easily been a dog or a cat being brought for company. A very happy dog or cat for that matter.
I took a leave form work and accompanied the second sister to her annual checkup in the city. All I had to do was accompany her for the day and I get to have food. A lot of food. Happiness. I could get used to this.
Gotta love Filipino hospitality.
We took the one-hour bus ride from General Santos to Koronadal City to deal with work matters. The person we coordinated with was very accommodating. He even sent us to this store that sold malong. We didn’t really have much to select from but the print designs (and the price) were good.
The malong is a must have for field work. It’s a blanket, a towel, a tapis, a costume, a makeshift covering for changing clothes (among other things), and protection from heat or cold during the travel from one location to the next. My old one got lost somewhere in the process of borrowing and returning and re-borrowing. It’d just be easier to get a new one (or two).
The great thing about having this crazy weather is that we get a rainbow just outside the window 😀
It looked a bit out-of-place. We’re used to seeing way bigger rainbows in more open spaces and in the sky.
For a few seconds we looked outside in wonder. Then we scrambled to take a photo. Just had to document it. A few seconds after I managed to take the photo, the rainbow was gone. Five years and this is the only time I got a rainbow by the out window.
It was quite easy to check. No pot of gold in sight.
I don’t respond well with hugs – and it’s not because I don’t appreciate the act. I’m just not used it. I don’t know how to respond to it. The family’s not really the touchy-hug-y type.
I was alarmed when the review class students cheered “Group hug!” and proceeded to give me one. As expected, I just stood there cringing as the students rushed into the personal space. I did feel appreciated. I recognize the value of the group hug. I’m honored that they felt like giving me the hug. My response to the hug – during or immediately after the hug, I have to work on (seriously).
A friend once pointed out how unresponsive I was to this hug from a college batch mate. We bumped into each other in the campus grounds and the batch mate, being his sociable self, gave me this big hug. I, being my socially challenged self, stood there fixed on a spot. Well, I did rest my chin in his shoulder for a while and gave his back a bit of a tap. Awkward.
I remember how awkward it was when I joined a student organization in my junior year in college. The members hugged and did the beso-beso (kiss on the cheeks) in greeting. The beso, I somehow managed to deal with – thanks to a few select members who were patient and understanding enough to train me 😀 They’d usually laugh at me during my attempts at the beso. The hugging part got left out. I managed half hugs to get through the greeting.
The sisters and I did talk about these issues and I found I wasn’t the only one dealing with the hugging thing. It’s easy to attribute this to the environment one grew up in. The family has high value for personal space. Come to think of it, we never really hugged, held hands, or held on to the arms. Even the sofa and chair arrangement in the living room’s indicative of this space. The only time we have physical contact is when we’re fighting over the greater part of the blanket.