[ lawr-uh ]
[ aw ] all, or, talk, lost, saw
Say it out loud. That is how you should pronounce it.
It pisses me when someone insists of another. Especially when they insist of the wrong thing.
I came inside an optical store, wanting to buy a pair of contact lens. Note, I've been a customer of that optical store ever since it opened its branch there. I have a very thick, I mean very thick, record there already.
I came in there, all smiles, asking the newly promoted saleslady (assuming that she was just given that regular job since it would be my first time to see her face in that store) for a pair of contacts for me and my sister. Did you know what she told me? "What contact lens?" A little miffed, I told her the ordinary kind, the clear ones. She then asked me what kind again. Annoyed now, I told her to look at me and my sister's records. Told her our names, April and Laura [lawr-uh] Diaz.
For crying out loud, it took her 5 minutes to get back to me. That's way to long to be the last and only customer left in their store. Yes, she came back, with only one record! My sister's!! Then in a flat tone, tells me that I have no record there. At this point, you can see the irritation in my face. "That's IMPOSSIBLE!", I told her. "I've been a customer here for years." At the back of my mind, I wanted to tell her I've been a customer here longer than she was a saleslady there. Stupidly she asked me, "When was you last check-up here?" I told her that was early this year and I just bought glasses with it and been buying contacts since forever here. Stupid lady.
So she goes back to the record cabinet, and in another 2 minutes, I had it. I looked for Doc, who I call "Doki" and asked her "Doki, what's my grade again?" She said to me, "What? Isn't in your record? It's there. Where is it?" I pointed to the stupid saleslady saying, "She said I don't have a record here. I do doki, right?"
"Of course you do, Laura [lawr-uh] Diaz, right?", she asked. "Yes doki", at last someone who made sense. In less than 5 seconds, she gets my record and says my name again "Laura [lawr-uh] Diaz", showing it to the stupid saleslady, "Here it is."
The nerve of that saleslady! You know what she said? "Doc, that's Laura [lao-ra OR [ ou] out, loud, how]!"
Hearing it, I was really angry now. "What??!!?? That is my name! It's Laura [lawr-uh]! That's how you pronounce it, lau-ra [lawr-uh]." The nerve. grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.
She gave me this sly laugh and smile, trying to cover up her mistake. The doctor gave a disapproving laugh, if you know what I mean and this time everyone, meaning all the staff, were in the customer desk, looking at her and shocked with what she just had done.
As she came close to me, she even tried to put her fault at me. "You said it was 'lawr-uh'."
"Yes, my name is Laura [lawr-uh]. That is how you should pronounce my name."
To really rub it to her coconut shell , "If it's 'Lao-ra' for you, it's not. It should be pronounced as 'law-ruh', ok?"
I gave myself a deep breathing. *sigh*......
Forgiving her stupidity, I broke the ice. "C'mon miss, you know you were wrong. Give it a break. As long as from now on, it's 'law-ruh' ok? Let's leave this behind."
So I left there with a smile, not disrespecting anybody, saying 'thank you' and leaving that stupid lady with what dignity left to her.
I'm not leaving it behind, that's why I had to write about it.
Please, if your name was insulted like that, wouldn't you be pissed too?
Monday, August 20, 2007
My name is LAURA --> ( lawr-uh )
əI hate...
I'm not really a hater. It's just that things have been happening lately and I'm completely bummed about it. I have no room to breath my silent rage so typically, I'm writing it.
I hate...
**stupid people.
I do! Don't you? They make you more stupid to begin with. Unless they do try to get what you teach or tell them, that I give credit to.
**stupid people trying to use their stupidity to get away from responsibility.
Seriously, haven't you encountered such? Secondary gain people! I do hate this darn excuse. Personally, I know a few and it makes me boil when they tell me they can't do it 'coz their "dumb". Using such thing! In the first place, if they would try, they wouldn't be dumb to begin with!!! grrrrr.... thinking about them make me red again!
However, I don't get mad at them that easily. Patience is really a virtue. I say.
**people who put you down.
Everybody's enemy right? Almost everybody who sees me for the first time thinks I'm in high school or just beginning college. What a way to put you down. I'm not saying its a disadvantage, seriously, It's a blessing for me to still look you at my age but that doesn't give people the right to put you down because they think you don't know anything.
Example:
There was a time I was fitting a pair of heels I really had a crush on. Good thing my father was around, so I grabbed the opportunity that he would buy it for me. So there I was, in the shoe store, fitting these sandals and the available size was too small for me. So I asked the saleslady for a bigger size. Looking at me, she gave me a really crooked english and eventually gave me a bigger size 5 mins later. As I fitted into them , it was a size bigger too! I looked at under the sandal, where they usually put the sizes and there where 2 types of sizes. The first was encircled and was in the 20's and the one below it was underlined, now in the normal size range. I compared the two sandals, skeptical that there must be a size in between, hence I discovered the sizes! The first sandal, the one a size smaller, was 22 and 7 and the second was 24 and 8. So I asked the same saleslady for size 23. She gave me this "you-don't-know-what-you're-talking-about-and-you-are-wasting-my-time" look and spoke to me in a really crooked, high and mighty, trying hard english, saying that there was no such size. I was still patient at that time to her. I showed her the sandals but she wouldn't even look at me and the sandal sizes! She still gave an answer that was right. I was ticked and ticked I can be, I played her game. Spoke to her in PROPER english, telling her and shoving the sandals to her face, indicating, again in proper english, that there was size there. Good thing for her, her manager cam to her rescue! I was right, there was such a size. Aha! I scold her bad and so did her manager. Victory for me!
**people who try hard too much to put you down.
The example above is enough said.
**it when I catch someone lying to me.
...even if the evidence is right there to their faces, still, they deny it! Oh c'mon!
The funny thing about it? They keep on denying it, OR, let's say, not tell you but they ended up telling everyone or posting it anyway for the whole world to see! Sometimes it gets into my nerves. Why can't they just tell you the truth? It's as if I would get mad at them. They have their own lives too. It's the lies that hurts me and make me want to get away from them. I'm good at this, avoiding people, trust me on this one.
**being alone.
A good avoider as I can be, I do get lonely. This is the time when I get annoyed as I catch people lying to me. The brain does wonders and as a self-proclaimed ADD, my mind feeds on everything I think. Even the slightest hatred or love, I feed on it that emotion. The more I feed on it, the more I get lonely.
**hating.
don't you? It aches a lot. You can't get rid of it. You have to fight it. Subdue such feeling. I hate hating. It hurts especially if you're the only one doing the hating and the other party doesn't know it.
Oh well, I do think there's more to hate but as of now... this is it.
i think...
i really do think im a failure...
in exams
in relationships
in friendships
in life
in goals
in my future
in my past everything
in everything yet to come
enough said...
i need to find me... i need me... i need... GOD.
I've lost a friend...
I just realized, the moment Armi Leslie D. Te walked away and through the glass doors going to the departure lounge, I lost a friend.
I lost this dear friend of mine last July 6, 2007.
It sounds like she died right?
She left for Taiwan and then, this coming July 26, she'll be leaving for Texas. Yep, the states. We don't know if we'll see each other after 6 months since she's going there as a tourist. She's taking NCLEX there, and if God wills, she can directly work as a nurse as soon as she passes.
I'm not saying I'm against her leaving us here. Of course not! I'm so happy for her and she knows that very well. It's just that....
It's just that it finally hit me, just now, that's she not here anymore. We do talk in ym at times but it could never rival against our talks we had face-to-face. Our moments. Yes, our moments. She was, well, one of the few people I could really turn to and talk. True talk. With all the cryings , laughter and the tulo-laway. Oh yes, that's how stupid we could be at times. All those just in one sitting! She walks in and sleeps here anytime she wants as if she's really a member of this family, a privilege given to her by my parents, which she took by heart.
Really, she's become a sister to me. Even my sister thinks the same way.
It's starting to get to me that I don't have her by my side anymore. That sucks big time.
laughing partner
prank partner
eating partner
shopping partner
sleeping partner
crying partner
ranting partner
bible study partner
lifetime partner (joke!)
We did so many stuff together, she is truly a part of my life.
Leslie, I'm missing you already... so hurry up and come back here If you can... pls... :)
Poems thats going nowehere...
A hole underneath me
to deep to see
If I let them--
I'll drown, just wait
No hand to catch
No one to grab unto
But then I'm falling
to a hole underneath me
--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--
Come near to me
I won't hurt you
Come near to me
I'll care for you
Come near to me
I'll hug you
Come near to me
I'll cry with you
Just don't come near to me
If you'll just hurt me
--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--*--
I thought you're for me
I thought you were my friend
I thought you'll always be there
until the very end
I thought you'll see me through all
together we'll win this by--
Oh well, silly me.
For I just thought and nothing more.
Social Butterfly
Aug 8 at 6:01 pm...
Sitting at the second row from the LCD screen, I looked at my friends who were all clustered at one side. Just at one side. In a cluster. Where am I again? At the second row from the LCD screen.
They all look so happy. No problems whatsoever. Safe with each other's company. Feeling a touch of envy, I tend to ask myself why. Why am I not with them? Why am I not laughing with them? Generally, why am I unhappy and envious now?
Sure, I go to them during break time and talk to them during our study hours, but why do I get this feeling that I'm not just good enough for them? It's as if even if I tried my very best, I still couldn't be part of them. Their little group.
I'm so jealous right now. Why do I feel I'm this lonely? No matter how much I try to put myself out there to them, still, I feel left out.
In the first place, I chose to be here, in this seat. I want to learn. I'm not saying that they're not learning, but still, I know myself enough to sit away from people I'm prone to talk all the time to. They are friends and I get excited to talk and talk when I'm with them. Every after the class ends, "poof", they're all gone. Every single one of them. Not even a goodbye. Maybe I'm just too slow. I'm jealous.
So now, as I get to think again, is it my fault for being here and them being there? People say I'm a "Social Butterfly". They say I'm so lucky for being such. Believe me, it's more envious for me to see people being happy from afar. That feeling. I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can't grasp it. In the end, the said social butterfly is alone.
Really --- I am.
