If there's anything utterly memorable that has happened to me in this entire jobless exile of mine is that one silly incident at the airport (NAIA Terminal 3) around three weeks ago. My dad and I were bound to head back to Bicol, and while we were waiting at the check in line for the Cebu Pacific Legaspi flight, there were these two tall foreign dudes arguing with the small (obviously gay) receptionist by the next line. I didn't really get a gist of what was going on, I mean, after all, it was around 5.30am that day and I barely slept, so I was in a cranky mood (but still eavesdropping), but I had a pretty good grasp of what went down.

Apparently, these two douche bags were also headed to Legaspi, but since the line was pretty long, they wanted to hurry things up by insisting that they board via the Iloilo counter. Anyone in the right mind would know that a.) when you're flight is supposed to be checked in at this counter, you're supposed to fall in line like everyone else and not expect to b.) have special attention or privileges just because you're a guest in our country. So that was what the rather impatient looking guy from the other counter was trying to point out to them.

So they fell in line behind me and my dad and I was pretty sure that I heard them bantering in a language that sounded a lot like German and I caught a few words like "idiot" and "Filipinos" and a bunch of other stuff that sounded so vile, it made my ears bleed. Well, I didn't understand at least half of what they said, but judging by the way they were speaking, boy they were far from kind, I was sure. But I let that pass, because I knew for a fact that they were just being stupid.

I was looking at them via my peripheral view and after a moment's silence and they seemed to have finally shut up, I heard one of them say, "He's so gay" when the guy at the counter tried to rat them off to his supervisor. That was when I quickly whipped my head around and gave them the meanest glare I could ever come up with and looked at them so rudely, it almost made the heat from the earth's core incinerate their sorry asses.

It's one thing to talk about my fellow Filipinos while you're in our country, and blatantly insult our capabilities even if you're saying it in a language that we might not understand, but calling my countrymen names, (those most insulting and degrading of them all) is another thing--it's borderline death in my book, if you ask me. I just hated his guts so much that I almost imagined myself attacking him and slapping him so hard, it would've made his Nazi ancestors so dizzy, but I looked around and saw about five security men just a good distance away and I realized that it won't be worth it.

So I chickened out from my original violent intents, and the next best thing I wanted to do was to tell them off, but I remembered that I was with my dad and I hated having him involved in my tendency to be all over other people's cases. He was gonna get mad at me for sure, so I just glared at them, as if communicating a silent, "This is the only way I can show you I want to kill you without getting arrested."

I am still very ticked off every time I remember that airport incident. I mean, people may be used to being called stupid or gay or queer or dumb or whatever, because it happens all the time, but it doesn't make it alright.

I swear, when I get the chance to visit another country someday, I wouldn't do any of the things that those two ignorant, ugly Europeans did.

By now, the whole world has practically seen Charice on Glee and witnessed how wonderful and awesome she had been in the first episode.

Okay, okay. I never usually take back what I say, because I always stand by what I think is my opinion, but I have to say that Charice delivered in Glee. This might be a surprising tidbit from me; after all, I was an all out hater and I was one of the handful who loathed the idea of her being on the show, but after watching her (and miraculously not cringing every time she popped up on screen like I expected I would be doing), I realized that she wasn't that bad at all and I appreciated her voice for what it truly is--just SPECTACULAR. I realized that what I hated was the fact that our local media was creating such a big deal of her being on the show. I mean, everyone knows that she's there, and everyone knows and expects she's gonna be great, so why continue hyping up her appearance??? It's already oh so overrated and redundant. I hate watching the news and seeing the same news item which was just re-worded for the late night telecast. And the morning program etc etc etc. I'm just not a fan of repetitions, that's all. So she's in the show. NEEXXTT.

But honestly, she was amazing. I could never have imagined anyone else more fit for the role or the talent required for it.

And for this past month, all I've ever been doing is watching TV, reading books, solving Sudoku puzzles (which are very addicting and therapeutic, I tell you), and I've been staying away as much as I can from the internet. I have limited my internet usage from my usual 15 hours a day to an almost 8 or 9 hours daily. My brain is less buzzed and my eyesight is no longer as bleary as it was a few months back.

As for being still out of work? Well, I'm beginning to worry, but the prospect of having this extended vacation and living off on my parents' dime (and they're totally okay with it. I think.) is something that most of the people in my batch would want to experience because I'm not yet doing overtimes or studying law or poring over work related stuff. I am a free girl and I'm loving every second of it.

It will only be a matter of time before the right opportunities come my way. I can feel it.

Good, positive vibes. I hope I was able to share some of it with you! Love love love!:)