my hostage in laundry

You know how everyone says: "Walang manloloko kung walang magpapaloko." Well, let me tell you this is BS. I don't believe in that. Until just recently...

Last December I hired a laundry woman as recommended by our landlady's helper. We discussed and agreed how the payment goes and the schedule of laundry pick-up and delivery. Everything was good for the first 2 weeks. The last batch of laundry I gave her was on December 24. Since it was the holidays, I was travelling to and from home that I could not follow up on the laundry. Anyway, I got back January 11 and when I was able to follow up on the laundry, she was not responding. I even asked help from the helper who recommended her. I was almost near tears, ready to pull my hair if I still don't hear from her. It has been raining for almost a week now so laundry here at the apartment will prove to be distasteful for me. The laundry woman had a sister that worked as a helper at the next door. So last Wednesday, I talked to her and asked if she can help me. She told me the work ethics of her sister were less than appealing. I imagined my laundry won't be coming back to me anymore. They were all pairs of pants and some towels. Imagine the horror of losing them. What made it worse was that, the better sister was planning to leave the household she's been serving by Monday. I thought who else is going to help me get my stuff. I pleaded with her to get my clothes for me, even if they were not washed yet. I'd be glad to wash them myself. She said she'd help me. And today, voila! My laundry in hostage is now released to me with a mere 100 bucks as ransom money. What a relief I got. Anyway, I'm not gonna trust the next laundrywoman that easily again. I've learned my lesson. I'll just have to trek my way to the nearest laundry shop hoisting my bags of laundry. This way I won't have to stress over my pants again. Whew.

I'm standing stranded on the same ground.

scribbles -- 12.20

In Facebook, a lot of friends has answered "100 truths about me" and tagged me so I can fill it out. It's a way of sharing details about yourself in a summarized form.
One truth about me is that I'm afraid of heights. I'm not sure if I can be categorized as altophobic. When I go to a theme park, I don't do Ferris Wheels but I rode on one roller coaster. I won't do it again, though. If you're in Cebu, you might have heard of Crown Regency's Edge Coaster. Everyone went gaga about it, tourists and natives alike. I was not one of them.
Let me share two experiences with overcoming my fear of heights.
My first out-of-the-country trip was to Kuala Lumpur last August. We went to Genting. If I were to describe the place, it was as cold as Baguio City (the coldest place in the Philippines that I've ever been to) and a big Enchanted Kingdom (famous theme park) city. First thing we did in Genting was ride their cable car. It is deemed as the South East Asia's longest cable car and maybe the world's fastest. At first, I had no idea the car would be suspended by a cable while it ran. Anyway, I rode it together with my bf and 2 friends. They were having fun taking photos. I was scared to death everytime I looked down. I thought I was gonna be sick, but my boyfriend helped me ease my fear. He held my hand and told me anything so I can forget I was 100-feet above the ground. Anyway, I survived but I won't do it again.
Earlier today, 6 of us went on a Bohol tour. It was jam-packed. We went to see the Blood Compact site, lit candles at the Baclayon Church, took pictures of the Chocolate hills, rode the all-terrain vehicle around the Choc hills, saw and touched the largest 23-meter python in the country (another fear of mine: snakes!) and went on the Loboc River Cruise. But one part of the tour that I wasn't very fond of, was the Hanging Bridge. I would never have treaded on it but again, Angelo, my bf held me and encouraged me on. Telling me that if we were to join the Amazing Race, it $1M would be our prize at the end. I was near tears when I realized I had to tread the bridge back to site where we started. But I finished the tread and I was happy I made it.
Probably other people would not be amazed that Angelo was there for me, helping me overcome my fear. But it still amazes me that he knows me, he knows how to work his magic with me. He wasn't the least impatient with me the whole time. If I were in his place, I would give up and leave. Haha. Might be too harsh, but I'm sure there would've been a fight. Well, I guess I'm just blessed he really loves me.

scribbles -- 12.5

I wish I was tall. If I would want to change something about me, it would be the height. But I was wondering why I still keep on wearing flat sandals or flip-flops which do not seem to flatter. I plan to start wearing heels more often so I can get used to them and also make me appear taller. This is gonna be one of new year's resolutions. Well, I'm just wondering why they call it that if it does not resolve anything in one's life simply because one doesn't even know how to implement it.

Today I was wearing 3-inch heels. And it was just after about full 10 hours of walking around in them did I realize that this was how those Chinese woman felt when they were trying to get Lotus Feet. Ugh.