One thousand one, one thousand two...

Life is made up of what I call "deep breath moments" -- you know, the kind when someone says or does something annoying but it's not worth it to confront him/her, so you just take slow, deep breaths and count from one to ten to calm down.

Like when a college student tells me that her school (hint: it's along Taft Avenue) is"the number one university in the country."

Or when someone who has never ever raised a child in his/her whole life deigns to tell me how to take care of mine.

Or when some Ateneans pronounce their school as "Arrh-neo" (I still can't understand where that pronounciation came from) or introduce themselves as graduates of "the Ateneo de Manila University," with major stress on the "the."

Or when a graduate of a certain Chinese school in Binondo tells me that his Fookien-speaking skills are better than mine -- without even hearing me converse in the first place.

Actually, that last bit is probably more of a "F*ck you" moment, but we can talk about those next time.