Not too long after I blogged last Saturday, I started fixing some of our clothes in the cabinets where we are supposed to put our curtains, bed sheets, etc. (because our clothes cabinet are not yet finished). I googled the KonMari way of folding clothes, and I was pleasantly surprised that it’s similar to how I fold clothes, except for the part where you make clothes stand. In fairness, I loved the KonMari method of folding and storing clothes. Makes perfect sense: saves a lot of space and easy to maintain! Even though it’s not our final storage area, sarap tingnan na maayos na ‘yung clothes.
It’s temporary but I already love how neat it looks! And how easy it is to pull out clothes!
As I was fixing our clothes–listening to Marie Kondo’s audio book (thanks Charissa!)—Randy barged into our bedroom and said that Ivy, our executive assistant was outside shaking and tearing up.
Sinugod daw kasi ng kapitbahay. Walastik.
According to Ivy, our middle-aged neighbour who was a spinster first called up to complain why there was trash on our gate. I forgot how their conversation went but not long after that, this neighbour barged into our office and accused Ivy of being bastos. Ivy, who was very busy at that time, replied she wasn’t bastos. She furthered that she (Ivy) wasn’t the one who came uninvited and started fulminating. This neighbor then took the notebook in front of Ivy, slammed it onto the counter while shouting, “Ako ang tama dito, ‘wag ka nang sumagot!” The neighbor also ordered Ivy to get Randy and talk to her (neighbor). Ivy ignored neighbor but neighbor just sat in front of her waiting for Randy. Matatag si Tita, hehe. When Ivy’s initial shock died down, she left neighbor in the office and went to us. But Randy refused to face that neighbor. Given her outburst, Randy said he doubts whether she would listen to reason. Their conversation will just go in circles and he’ll get equally angry lang, so what’s the point. I agree.
But in the spirit of fairness, I investigated. Makatarungan ba ang outburst niya? Our helper Joenard (the gay helper I was talking about on my previous post) said he was the one who placed the non-biodegrable garbage (placed in trash bags) outside our gate. Actually, the garbage bags were pinned/nakasandal on our gate because in less than two hours the garbage truck will pick them up anyway. But this did not sit well with our neighbor, because apparently when she was driving out of her garage she hit the garbage bags including an old can of white paint that left a white mark on her car’s tire. In my mind naman, if indeed Joenard placed the garbage (that was waiting to be picked up by the garbage truck in a while) on our part of the lot pa rin, kebs na ng kapitbahay, ‘di ba? In fact, I got to thinking that this gate (we have three gates, and this is the only one we don’t use in entering/exiting. It’s perpetually locked) is in danger of getting hit by her car, the fact that she was worried about the trash bags that were pinned onto our gate.
It’s not the first time this neighbor acted up. Though dati sa phone lang. Her previous reason was when a client of ours parked beside our gate (not blocking her driveway), eh hindi raw siya makalabas. That client of ours who is a lawyer got a mouthful from her (the lawyer told us). Even when there’s a driver in the car, nagwawala pa rin ang lola mo. Basta bawal mag-park sa side na ‘yun. But I remember one time when I saw a car parked there. I frantically looked for the owner from among our clients, to no avail. I had someone call and inform her that the car parked by our side of the lot was not from among our clients. And then good-naturedly she replied, “That’s OK. That is my guest’s car.” Take note ha, her guest’s car is parked on our side and not on her side. Wew. Hahahaha!
(FYI, our place is inside a subdivision whose streets are far from busy from motorists. We tell our students’ parents to park inside our gates so as to not cause inconvenience to our neighbors. And even then, cars parking outside our gates happen only once a week. I have to say this because I know cars perpetually parked outside the gates are really annoying).
Back to Ivy. She’s one of the humblest and most good-natured people I know. She’s been with us for years, and she has entertained thousands of clients (from all walks of life, different temperaments). And yet it’s the first time she teared up out of frustration. So I guess it must be pretty bad. I wanted to defend her and declare World War 3, sa totoo lang. Good thing I was in a good mood that day (so tama si Marie Kondo—tidying up changes your life, hehehe).
That night as Randy and I were watching reruns of Game of Thrones, I started to feel bad. I told Randy that I think I was going to be sick, so we slept early. At past midnight, I was already burning with fever. The following day (Sunday), I barely ate and just stayed in bed. During the last presidential debate on ABS-CBN, I still had fever and my stomach started getting sooooo painful. It would subside, and then would get painful again. This cycle went on for hours! It was so bad I would scream everytime my stomach acted up. In my feverish state, I wondered, Pinakulam kaya ako ng kapitbahay?!? But then I remembered we didn’t patol naman so hindi naman siguro.
The following day I wasn’t able to teach. I rested at home the whole day and felt much better. I was still barely eating because I was afraid I had hyperacidity again, and most foods are off-limits when you have hyperacidity, right? But later I concluded I had a stomach flu. On Tuesday I was back to teaching. I saw on the news that there’s a stomach flu epidemic. So yeah, stomach flu nga ‘yun. Or marami ang nakulam? Hahaha!
But I have good news: because of my fears that I had hyperacidity, I got used to eating less. My stomach is now easily satisfied, unlike these past months when I won’t stop eating until there’s absolutely no space in it. Pataygutom na kain talaga, no wonder I’ve become so big. But now, I eat significantly less. Especially rice, woohoo! I also realize that I am now able to say No! to junk foods these days. Well, except this one time when Randy and I were in the grocery and the smell of PotDog street foods wafted.
Yes, I can refuse Ferrero Rocher chocolates, cheesecakes and other shala foods, but street foods are my kryptonite.
Though I enjoyed eating my PotDog, I regretted it afterwards. And that’s good, because I used to never feel any remorse when eating street food.
Sigh, how difficult it is to lose weight. Even harder than a difficult neighbor. 😉