Getting My Driver’s License
For the first twenty-three years of my life, I had a perennial headache. I thought that I was simply frail or delicate (Frail or delicate? Moi? Hrhrhr). Then suddenly, my headaches stopped? Why? I learned how to drive. I realized that the culprit is the driving of Manoy, our family driver of more than thirty years.
Note: You may be wondering why twenty-three years, when Filipinos could get a driver’s license at eighteen. Well, I’m such a klutz and slow learner that I had to renew my student’s permit for five years.
Don’t get me wrong about Manoy though. I love the old guy. He is fiercely loyal and dedicated to our family. Before I got married, I think I’ve probably spent more hours with him than any other person in the world. He took me everywhere and waited for me for endless hours – school, piano lessons, swimming lessons, piano recitals, swimming competitions, parties, soirees. He made sure that my feet never got wet when it rained and that not-so-acceptable boys kept themselves at bay. He was also my own personal assistant when I took the Philippine bar nine years ago. So never mind if he’s a clutch driver who is accelerator hungry complimented by his love for sudden brakes and driving too near speeding jeepneys.
So now I am back in this crazy great city of Manila after six years in Cambodia. I can choose to go around this city by a) enduring Manoy’s driving, b) getting myself pushed and kicked around in the MRT, or c) driving myself. I chose c. Unfortunately, my driver’s license has been expired for 5 years. When I was still living in Cambodia, everytime I visited the Philippines, I refused to renew my license because a) I didn’t want to take the disgusting drug test and b) I didn’t want to take the disgusting drug test. But now, unless I either wanted my childhood headaches to return or pack myself like a sardine in an MRT car, I had to take the disgusting drug test.
Read more in Toe’s Kurokuroatbp.
A Very Jologs but Funny and Special Love
Honey will not be caught dead watching a Filipino movie. But he is still in Cambodia and I and my three old friends had nothing to do one Sunday afternoon a few weeks ago. Perfect timing. I can be as jologs as I want and I have a jolly-ogs good time. So off the four of us (myself, two manangs and one son of a manang – who tagged along with us under threat of loss of allowance by his mother) went to Gateway to watch A Very Special Love, the romantic comedy movie of John Lloyd Cruz and Sarah Geronimo.
To protect their kasosyalan (or so they think), 
I am not disclosing the names of my friends (they all have dignified positions with decent employers and the son studies in a posh school). Myself… well, I can’t deny it any longer… I’m simply as jologs as can be.
Nonetheless, when we were queuing up in Gateway, we looked around surreptitiously to check if there were any media people waiting in ambush after we leave the theater to interview us about our rave reviews to be broadcast in the evening news or worse, The Buzz. Thankfully, there were none. Darn… secretly, I was prepared with my line which would have gone like this.. “Ang galing-galing ni Sarah! Ang guapo-guapo ni John Lloyd! Aaaaaaaaaaah!” with matching jumping up and down and clapping my hands in glee. Anyway, since there were no media people around at that time, I’ll just say it here – “Ang galing-galing ni Sarah! Ang guapo-guapo ni John Lloyd!” (jumping up and down and clapping my hands in glee).
Read more in Toe’s Kurokuroatbp.
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Zuni, Greenbelt 5
To those who know me well, I am a passionate eater. There are many times that I am also an emotional eater. I think that is what got me started eating in several restaurants. Every time I had a bad hair day, I immediately call my friends and ask them out to a nice lunch or dinner. If at worst, no one is available and I am desperate enough, I go out and get myself a table for one.
Down and miserable is exactly what I felt, when 3 other friends and myself walked towards Greenbelt 5 to catch lunch at Zuni. I first heard of Zuni from a senior colleague and she reassured me that the place had reasonable prices. The thought of good food in a posh place excited my friends and I so we gamely walked in to get a table during lunch.
