Sexy, Innocent Child-Woman

Strike 3

AAAARGH!!!

Hindi naman ako war freak. I'm just really honest/frank, especially with my friends, and even if they're being bull-headed about certain things, I won't change my position just to let them hear what they want to hear.

I got into a fight with another nun-friend last night and I need to blow off steam, so bear with me. God. Kina-career ko yata talaga ang pakikipag-away sa mga madre ngayong taon. First I had a fight with Sr. M. Then I got into a misunderstanding with Sr. MM. And last night, I had an argument with Sr. MM2. (All their names start with the letter M. Is that a coincidence or am I just prone to getting into fights with nuns whose names start with the letter M?)

Sr. MM is moving back to Nigeria on June 28th and I've been helping her pack her things since last weekend. Natulog pa nga ako sa apartment niya last Saturday (June 18th), kahit biglaan lang, because it turned out I had to pack three suitcases and repack two other huge suitcases. Ang dami niyang gamit and I didn't want her to pay for excess baggage--which she didn't want to do, as well. There were times when she got really bossy and demanding (like when she ordered me to fit her crucifix and other religious icons into her already packed suitcase, which she was gonna use as her carry-on luggage, among other things) but I just put up with it. Even when she complained to the high heavens about the limits in the baggage allowance, the tight, post-9/11 security checks, and the exorbitant excess baggage fee (which she wanted to avoid because there are so many people dying of hunger in Africa, and the money she had left could feed a lot of people) late at night (or early in the morning), and I was getting really tired, I kept my mouth shut. Part of me wanted to let her have it (I wanted to tell her, "Kung hindi ka lang madre, pinatulan na kita."), pero pinagbigyan ko na lang siya. I had to clean her apartment as soon as I woke up the following day (June 19th), but I didn't complain. And when she called me last Monday (June 20th) to ask me if I could help her finish packing tonight and if I could stay the night again so I could clean her apartment upon waking up the following day, I still agreed to come by, even if I had to move my work schedule around.

Last night, we got into a stupid fight over how to read the weighing scale. She didn't believe me when I weighed her suitcase and found that it was over 100 pounds, and insisted that the numbers stood for kilograms. She didn't believe me when I told her that as far as I knew, there were 2.2 pounds in one kilogram, and insisted it was the other way around. She went off-tangent on a lot of things, claiming it was her weighing scale so she should know how to read it, yada yada yada. I just got pikon when she "talked shit" about a friend I had called earlier to ask for advice on how to read a weighing scale and such. She had the nerve to comment: "Your friend, he doesn't have all the knowledge, does he?" That was uncalled for. When you get into an argument, shouldn't you stick to the issue at hand?!!! I got so fed up and I felt it would be counter-productive for me to stick around if we couldn't even agree on how to read a weighing scale. So I walked out.

I could have sworn she was laughing when she called out after me, "You don't have to get so mad."

"Look for someone else to help you pack," I retorted. And I headed home without looking back.

found herself @ 2:05 PM