curate's egg

The Bishop says "I'm afraid you've got a bad egg, Mr Jones". Apparently trying to avoid offense the curate replies, "Oh, no, my Lord, I assure you that parts of it are excellent!"

It's been a hectic week of boons and blights, a couple of my new pimples agree. With so many things going on and so many things moving on, I can't help but sympathize with gale-caught leaves. And here, at the end of such a driven week, I don't know what to conclude: I don't feel happy, but I'm not unhappy about it either.

The first puff of air was when I found out the professors have absconded their duties for more worldly pursuits: out-of-town, week-long vacations. A quick trip to school resolved any conflict, but that odd 4-hour commute between panic and instruction was one for the memoirs.

The next draft was the inter-school competition at NEC. Turns-out, my fellow applicants came from UP Diliman. The feeling of inadequacy was bad enough; it didn't help at all that the current employees passing us by kept remarking "Uy, nag-aaply ka pala dito! Ayos dito, tsong!" You guys have until April 4 to pray for my hopeful application.

All the while, a steady breeze blows. I've been helping my mom around the office all week long, moving the occasional box and helping oversee the transportation of office documents. I don't regret helping my mom. Instead, I think of it as my way of paying back the good luck I've been wearing lately, but it SURE is tiring. I've lost 6lbs this week.

The final gust that sent me skyward was my sis' new job: she's found a job in Singapore and is relocating. She just left yesterday on a PAL plane with her luggage and our best wishes. I'm really happy for her -- the practical voice in my head kept whispering great things -- but the bare truth of the matter is I won't be seeing my sister for a long while, 'cept of course for the occasional online instant message. I guess I should hate Yahoo Messenger for somehow eating my sister.

It's been the proverbial curate's egg of a week. It's great and awful at the same time. I guess that's just how it is when change happens in your life: it leaves you tired and bewildered, but with this small comforting thought that you've grown somehow.