Just when I thought I am a strong, willed, and independent woman, the nature had tested my resilience and I ended up crying on my first week stay in Manila over an… electric fan.
Last Sunday (June 2), despite the happiness and lively atmosphere brought by the feast/fiesta celebration, I had to hurriedly leave Batangas to fix my things in Manila because, as you know, the next day would be the start of my formal review in CPAR.
My first week was okay, except that I broke my dorm mate’s electric fan in my FIRST NIGHT there. My clumsiness was overwhelming and cute that I cannot compute my stupidity anymore. Come Friday, I decided to attend the mass at Quiapo before going home (yay). Along with me were Grace and Kaye, who I asked to join me in finding that broken elisi. However, as we journeyed through the crowded Quiapo, and long-long patience under the heat, the EVO Bond, which we ended up using to fix the fan, accidentally “tumalsik” at Kaye’s eyes. WHAT A LUCK WE HAVE. After washing with cold water, we decided to go home (dorm) to have Kaye’s eye check by the doctor. Thankfully, there’s a hospital in front of CPAR.
After many hours, fortunately there’s no problem or whatsoever that happened to Kaye’s eye. According to the doctor, they are actually using these kind of bonds when lacerating (? sorry I’m not quite sure about this procedure) so it’s not really bad.
We were able to officially leave Manila at five o’clock.
I feel sorry for everyone. I’ve been bothering people every now and then. First, it was Inteng who accompanied me last Sunday because I cannot remember the exact place of our dorm. Although people tell me that’s okay, they will never understand the feeling of bothering people.
Second to Geo. Last Monday, we went to market because I have to buy certain things and storage box (we have no cabinet/closet). I have to dragged her out of her supposed peaceful afternoon because I do not know how to get there alone.
Third, to Denise. I broke her electric fan.
Fourth and mostly to Kaye and Grace. They also went with me last Monday, then, as I told, last Friday. I wish I know the places there so I can be alone doing personal errands alone. Sigh.
When I arrived home last night, I gathered all my strength to be okay still. But I ended up crying all night and was not able to eat supper because I’m causing problems everywhere. My mama got upset when I told her the incident about that electric fan. I cannot blame her. I hate myself, too.
Next week, I promise to become more, more, more careful. I’ll try to become real independent. Sigh.
I’m still looking forward for positive weeks ahead. I know, I can do it. CPA2013 Bound!
“The harder the struggle, the more glorious the triumph”.
I will not forget the optimistic Mary Glee Gretchen A. Alday!