Tuesday, April 20, 2010


Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Like Monica Belucci’s character in Malena who, every time she walks down the street in that small Sicilian town, gets curious—and oftentimes, lascivious—stares from people all around, I felt unsettling looks thrown my way. I am not a sultry Italian beauty like Monica, but why those glances? Do I look that odd? Is it the way I walk? Or the way I dress? Or is it because I’m the new girl whom they see walking past them every day? Abashed by the attention and at a loss on how to respond, I walked on with a snooty air—which I hoped would make me invisible but did not. The glances persisted for years.

Having grown accustomed to their glances, I’ve slowly discarded my snobby ways. I have learned that, when smiled at, it’s easier to smile back than to maintain an inscrutable face; that it feels pretty good to be greeted with friendly faces as I walk by; that it’s simpler to say hi than to pretend that I did not hear anything; that it’s refreshing to chat with the man who sells newspapers, the officer who apprehends traffic violators or the lady who sells coconuts – who all gave me insights I couldn’t have thought of; that being snooty could get really tiring. 

As I walk from home to work I now look forward to the friendly glances and hearty good morning greetings that I receive when I pass by. What used to be a source of discomfort and embarrassment now brings joy to my days.


Agnes said...

Beautiful, Angeli.

Kayni said...

nicely said...i agree.

jacqueline said...

kumusta naman si officer? nag-aabang pa din ba sya? :)

Angeli said...

@jacqueline: i just saw him this lunch time. he is asking pa nga for my business card. hahaha

@agnes: thank you. :)

@kayni: even in college, i think i acted very snooty. hahaha

eks said...

smile begets a smile. hehehe.

Anonymous said...

Snooty; the wasted years!

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