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Friday, December 30, 2005
Another Post Christmas Post :p I was right. I forgot to buy a gift for one of my god daughters last Christmas. My sister was generous enough to hand her 50 bucks. Yes, just 50. She's still a kid. Hihi. Anyway, it was heartwarming to offer a seat in a bus to a person whom I know deserves to take that seat more than me. I was always lucky to take my ride from the bus terminal. From there, I would know if I still have a space to sit back and relax. After the bus leaves the terminal, its usual stop would be at this certain mall in North Ave. Of course, passengers would go in whether there are available seats or not just to be home at their desired time. A bunch of people came in yesterday. I was seated two seats from the driver. The was this mom-daugther-and-child trio who's among that bunch. The mother was making a lot of comments about the ride. What could you do? No choice but to hold the handrail and stand right for support. I didn't offer my seat to them. I was tired last night coming from work. I bet they were also tired from shopping. Not worth my seat. The bus moved then stopped in front of a gasoline station. A mother and her small daughter went in. I was looking at the mom's tummy since it's bulging. I asked the lady if she is pregnant. And the answer was yes. I offered my seat to her because of that. I keep in mind to offer a seat to an elderly, a pregnant woman, disabled or someone who's carrying a heavy baggage. And I sometimes offer my seat also to nice looking ladies. Hehe. Alright. After arriving home, I found two mails on top of our bookshelf. One is from John, one of my best friends in college, and one from a cigarette company. Ok. Let's start with the latter. I think I was sent that because I filled up an application for an extreme challenge promo of that cigarette brand. I was actually bugged by this sales lady inside a grocery store to just write down my info for that challenge. I agreed since I've never done it in my whole life. It was my first time to be sort of a hopeful contender in an extreme game. In their letter, another fact sheet needs to be filled up to avail of their free leather-cased lighter. I'm not a chain smoker. I think I''m not needing that. Besides, I don't want to give out as much info about myself. They were even asking me to send a photocopy of a valid ID or birth certificate. Yeah, right. I have my very own antique-looking lighter which was used by my dad when he was younger. On to the other letter. When I opened it, his Christmas card revealed another Christmas card which was dated last year. That card was the one I'm talking about in my previous post. It was from Vincent, our friend who's now in San Fo. John's card was like the other cards he sent us, his best friends, years ago. I could read worry, longing and anticipation in his sentences. He kept on saying about changes, busy careers, get togethers and everything that is college life. He closed his thoughts withe a verse from the Bible. It was from Eccl. 11:9-10 (Advice to Young People). Yesterday, I was actually thinking of posting something which has that "Advice to Young People" (Eccl. 11:9-10) feel. I felt sleepy so my brain froze. Reading my friend's letter made me think about certain matters in decision making especially at this age. If you have the Bible right beside you, please open it on that verse. Before reading that, look at the last two verses above chapter 11. The one that tells the reader to enjoy life while we're still living beacuse we are going to be dead for a longer period of time or something that sounds like it. That's one of my favorite verses from the Bible. After reading the letter, I called up John . I thanked him for the card. He was bugging me to plan a lunch out with the rest of our friends from college. They already had a small get together when Margaux, Ronald and him celebrated with AC's, our other friend, dad's wedding. I was at work so I wasn't able to drop by and feast on the food. Hehe. The card also has a print out of our me, John, Joms and Ronald during our graduation in PICC. I was kidding my friend about him crying while preparing those letters which he sent us. So, those are the letters that I've received. In a lighter note, I feel so full. Tropical Hut's spaghetti was a kicker. I also took in coke and hamburger. Also, I think I have to get my very own cd of BEP before the year ends. I saw, rather heard, the sign. The security guards at the log in area in the office was playing "my hump."
posted by Arn  at 2:43 PM
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Wednesday, December 28, 2005
Three Days After ChristmasMusic: Pimpin' All Over The World - Ludacris This ocassion was not a very big deal for me. I miss it's sense last 5-10 years ago, though. Maybe, it was. Because I anticipated the what's, who's, where's, and how's of this ocassion. To better say it, I was not prepared for this one. I wasn't able to get a copy of BEP's album since SM makati was closed on Christmas day. I really intend to get the cd from their record bar to earn points in my advantage card. Today, I am thinking twice whether to get their album for the fear of album repackaging disease of artists nowadays. After my shift, I went straight to my lola's house. Aside from the bus ride, I needed to suffer at least 20 minute-jeepney ride going there. NLEX was no prob. But McArthur highway was a major one. Not only the road, but those kids fronting a sige-sige-gang-slash-alpha-kappa-blah-blah attitude who hangout in the streets. Sometimes, these kidos would point a sort of laser on you. You know, the laser, usually infra red, which is sold everywhere to anybody. I don't see any reason why this gadget is sold/selling like hotcakes (haha!). Probably, it's a hot item today. Anyway, pointing its beam on the eyes would cause a severe damage on the sight. Am I right? Anyway, I think I arrived at my lola's place a little over 7pm. Good thing they haven't eaten dinner yet. And they haven't started our exchange gift program either. All were glued on cable tv. The Christmas get together was not grand. We were just happy that almost everyone's there. We shared a nice meal then, exchanging and opening of gifts began. I promise to post some pictures. I am still asking two of my cousins to forward the pictures fromtheir digicams to my email. So, patience. :p I got slippers as my gift from my cousin, Bebe. Some of my cousins were not leaving my side because they are asking something from me. I told them that I do not have any money that night. I just had enough money for my fare going home. But today, I would be getting small pouches for them as my New year's present. Me and my family got home past 12mn. ******************Came Monday, the usual, I spent the afternoon at the supermarket. My household expenses now had doubled compared to my previous one. I guess I've been splurging on some items that I/we do not basically need. (Uhm, just like instant noodles which I've been feasting on too much lately.) But my favorite was this cocoa and white cream spread I got. A bit costly but it tastes alright. After 2 servings, I might put it back in the shelf. Nothing could replace a peanut butter spread on my bread. ******************I was suppose to fix my SSS id yesterday. The building they first occuppied is now being torn down to give way for the road widening of DPWH and the renovation of the old train rails by PNR. Its office moved to a place a bit far from my house. I went there only to find out that their computers aren't installed yet. The security guard even advised me to try their other office in another town which was an hour away from me. Btw, they moved to their new office last Dec. 15th. So, how much time would it take for the computers to be reinstalled in their office? To think that next year, they would be charging their customers to get an ID regardless. I am a first time applicant of that ID and I would get charged if I apply next year. They didn't have any facility yet in their office. So, how am I gonna get mine if I am attending my job during business hours? Boo, their customer service! ******************I got tired from my trip to that office. While on my bed browsing on envelopes containing some transactions and business matters, I had sent myself to sleep. With a pumping headache to wake me up, I was already lying on those envelopes for a couple of hours. Good thing I did not sleep drool on them. Or else I would find them sticking on each other. Anyway, I planned to fix passed greeting cards and letters that moment. But as you know, I fell asleep. The only time that I opened my drawer with those "oh, so melodramatic" scribbles was upon eating my merienda. (I ate another pack of yakisoba *slap me* and two slices of toasted bread with kesovore.) In dim light (it was about 6pm and I only have a study lamp with me.. but wait. Imagine, that scene was pang-teleserye type... the letters, the bed, the lighting. I wasn't shedding a tear, though. No kidding. Not a single teardrop. Boys don't cry, ya know. :p ) The most number of mails came from a dear friend of mine whom I feel I had abandoned already. I walked away to prevent her for falling even harder for me. I am always like that. I never entertained the idea of a close friend digging me. That makes me feel weird and awkward. I opened one the birthday card she sent me when I turned 21. I read it. No sighs and tears, okay. Just went through it then put it back in its envelope again. I also checked on some tags from the Christmas gifts I received before. Yes, folks. I keep 'em. Even the small lace or the plastic wrapping of a cassette tape where the actual Christmas message was written. Still, no tears whatsoever here. Then this small note that was given to me by one of my best friends in college. He handed this to me after I had that pre-graduation drama with our other two friends. I avoided them for some time. Sort of space. But that went on til the Baccalaureate Mass which was a few days before the graduation day. His note had several Bible passages. Up until today, I still wonder if they were correct. All the passages was from the book of Ecclesiates. He asked me to read a certain chapter 20+. But this book only has 12 or 14 chapters. ******************I have a regular toilet habit. But during my rest days, my system just shuts off. I don't know if it's because I am home and any moment I could jump on the bowl whenever the need arises. I've been used to not taking a poop during my two rest days which is I think not good. So, when the morning of my first work day starts, I would have a load of *tooooot* dunked ringless in the goal. (close your eyes. Now, smell..oops.. visualize it. Gross,eh? Haha!) Believe me. It is a good, good relief. It's like a good sneeze or pick on the nose.. or a scratch on the back or phlegm sucked out. Haha! Enough of those gross stuff. haha! I don't know. I have to change that mindset on excreting toxins habitually. ******************My brain really aches thinking about bills. Who doesn't? I am settling a credit card due. I am ready with the money. Another news that I had from my mom is our realty tax. It isn't much compared to our neighbor. But it's still money that I have to shed again. Good thing that our lot is not by the street. I think location also plays a part on the cost of that tax. I am willing to give my share. (Oh, gosh. I'm feeling adulthood fast-er). I was just thinking about the share of uncle's and aunt's. I am shedding money yet the title of those lots were still under dead people. And that title hasn't been segragated yet. So, we still have to pay as a whole til who knows when. I am just very eager to have those separated so accounts would be settled individually. You know dad, it's your birthday today. Happy, happy birthday to you. If you have a wish today, will it be for that realty tax to be all settled? Please.
posted by Arn at 3:24 PM
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Sunday, December 25, 2005
 Maligayang Pasko!!!  May kalamigan ang hangin kahapon habang pauwi akong naglakad patungong Glorietta. Oo. May last minute xmas shopping ako kahapon. Kulang kasi ang pangregalo ko sa mga inaanak ko. Christmas rush na nakatulong naman kasi kung ano ang naisipan kong regalo, yun na ang kinuha ko kaya hindi na ko natagalan. Sa may mall, may nakasalubong akong babae na may kausap sa cel nya. Tila may tinatanong ang kausap nya. Kung nabasa nyo ang post ko na nagsabi ako ng "E as in Alpha..," eto ang katapat noon. Pagalit nyang sinabihan ang kausap nya ng, "Tsk..x..x, as in.. *ilang saglit ng katahimikan* ecstacy..." O, pede na yang pang-justify ng "E as in Alpha" ko, a. Iniisip kong bumili sana ng laruan kaso ganun na din ang binili ko noon sa iba. Kaya nung napadaan ako sa boutique na may mga ipit, supil, atbp, eh dun na ko pumasok. Libot ng konti hanggang maisipan ko kung ano nga bang panlagay sa buhok ang lalagay ko. Lima sa pitong inaanak ko ay babae. Isa ay sumalangit na. Bale lima na lamang sila na nagllaro sa isang lalaki kong inaanak, eh 2nd year high school na ata. Kaya medyas at panyo na lang ang nabalot ng kapatid ko para pambigay ko pagpunta nya ngayon sa bahay. Yung isa, eh 1 1/2 palang siguro kaya laruan ang nabili ko. Nakakatawa. Kasi ako lang ang lalaki dun sa shop na naghahanap ng mga pang-kikay kit ng babae. Ini-imagine ko kung san mas magiging cute yung mga pamangkin/inaanak ko. Malas nga lang at di naisama sa supot ng cashier yung isang pang-ponytail na binayaran ko. P20 pa man din yun. Dun sa isang inaanak kong batang lalaki, eh laruan ang nabili ko. Tumingin-tingin lang ako sa tiangge sa loob ng mall kaya nakamura. Hindi naman pahirapang umuwi kasi napansin kong di punuuan ang mga bus patungong probinsiya. Marahil nung Biyernes na nagsimulang bumiyahe ang lahat. Sa bahay, naabutan kong nagluluto ng spag yung kapatid ko. Wala namang masyadong palabas sa tv kaya patugtog na lang ako ng cd nun sa sala. Magsisimba sila kaya nauna na din ako kumain ng spaghetti. Tinanong ko nga ang kapatid ko kung bakit mas masarap yung spaghetti-ng ginawa nya nung birthday ko. Ayaw pang aminin sakin kung ano nilagay nya. Pero napaamin ko din siya. Hinaluan daw nya ng konting catsup. (konti? eh, di ko nga malasahan yung asim ng italian style, eh.) Bago sila magsimba, eh dumating yung isa kong kuya. Niyaya naming kumain ngunit tumnaggi kasi kakakain lang din daw nya. Kaya inalok ko na lang ng food for the gods, atbpng pagkaing nakabilot sa cellophane. Isinalin ng mommy ko sa plastic container. Kaya ng ialok ko sa kuya ko, eh iniabot ko sa kanya yung container. Tinignan nya kung ano. Tapos, hinihintay ko naman na kumuha siya at ibalik nya sakin. Kaso di na nya binitawan at dinala sa kabilang bahay ng isa ko pang kuya. Tumawa na lang kami ng kapatid ko kasi inisip namin na akala nya, eh para sa kanya lahat yun. Natawa din ang mommy ko kasi di pa siya nakakakain nun. Pagkaalis nila papuntang simbahan, eh nanood na lamang ako sandali ng tv. Okay din yung mga pinalabas sa Imbestigador at MGB. Mga 10pm, eh pumasok na ko ng kwarto para matulog. Mga past 10 na ata ako nakatulog kasi nag-ayos pa ko ng gamit na dadalin ko papasok. Kumabila ang araw at maaga naman akong nagising. Akala ko'y marami pa akong libreng oras kaya nagtagal ako sa pag-aayos magulo kong buhok. Sa relo namin sa bahay at 5:20am na. Eh, karaniwang advance yun ng 10 minutes. Naisip ko na 5:10 pa lang yun. Pero nung tignan ko yung celfone ko, anak ng... 5:31am na. Advance yang ng 9 minutes, a. Inabot pa ko ng ilang minuto kakaintay sa bus. Past 6 am na kong nakarting sa mrt. Ngunit minalas-malas pa't 7:30am pa ang first trip nila ngayong Pasko. Kaya't sa kagustuhan kong hindi ma-late at huwag masisi na bumaba ang sched ad rate namin para makakuha ng 3k incentive, nag-taxi ako. Dollar taxi na pula ang nasakyan ko. Medyo kwento-kwento yung driver. Na kagabi pa daw siya ng alas 6 andun at nag-redbull lang daw siya. Tapos angh bilis daw ng panahon. Pasko na tas bagong taon naman ang aabangan ng tao. Etong sinabi ng manong ang tumatak sa isip ko. "Tatanda na naman tayo. Pero lahat naman tayo ay doon ang punta. Kaya wala tayong magagawa." Nadale mo, manong. Kaso bilib na sana ko sa inyo kundi lamang ang bilis ng metro ng taxi mo. Kakalampas pa lang natin ng isang istasyon ng mrt, eh dalawang beses na pumatak ang metro mo. Hmpf! Kaya ayan. 6:20am ako dumating dito. 7am ang shift ko. Kaya nanginain na muna ko sa office. Ano pa ba ang isa sa mga meaning ng Pasko kundi (sangkatutak na) pagkain. Meron ditong dala ang iba kong teammate. Sa office, naabutan ko pa yung pagkain para sa GY shift na ham at fried rice na may green peas, carrots, etc Honey glazed ham at Chinese fried rice. Ngayon, kakakain ko lang ng kanin na may mga chopped herbs at steammed chicken thigh na may mga herbs at tila may lemon juice ata roasted black pepper chicken at parsley rice. Panulak nga pala, eh apple-flavoured iced tea in doy pouch. Cheap (haha!) di gaya last year na softdrinks in can at may dessert pang slices ng blueberry at strawberry something (cake? cookies? not quite). Pero healthy naman ang iced tea. :p Kakakain ko lang ulit ng banana cake na ninenok ng teammate ko sa pantry. Pagka-endshift ko, eh kailangan kong pagkasyahin ang sobrang perang dinala ko. Yung P150 sanang pinambayad ko sa taxi, eh pamasahe ko na paluwas at pauwi pati pagpunta sa lola ko para sa xmas party namin dun. May dala kong extra kasi ang xmas gift ko sa sarili ko, eh Black Eyed Peas cd. Tapos may sukli yun kaya kung sakaling mambuyo ang iba kong pinsan na manlibre ako, eh may pera ako. Kaso mukhang kukulangin, eh. Yung pinag-taxi ko isang OPM cd na rin ang kasing halaga nun. Mag-taxi ka ba naman mula North Ave hanggang Makati, eh. Sa susunod, alam ko na na pag ispesyal holiday, late ang mrt magbukas. 1:37pm na dito sa relo dito. At di naman siguro advance o late 'to. Ilang oras na lang... hmm, sino kaya ang nakabunot sakin sa exchange gift namin sa mang lola ko. Maligayang Pasko sa inyong lahat! Ikaw, anong kwento mo?
posted by Arn at 8:27 AM
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Saturday, December 24, 2005
Christmas Rushed
::: My golly! Akalain mong a-beinte cuatro na pala ngayon. Ilang saglit na lang Pasko na. Ilang pagkukumamot na lang, noche buena na. Ilang lingon na lamang, misa na. Ilang samyo ng malamig na hanging amihan na lamang exchange gift na. Ilang kiwal pa sa computer chair, pasok ko na naman. Opo. May pasok ako sa araw ng Kapaskuhan. Nawa'y makisama ang mga tatawag at hindi mag-alburoto. ::: May last minute Christmas shopping pa ko mamaya. Hindi pa sakin. Pang regalo sa mga inaanak ko. Hindi na pala babalik ng Tutuban ang kapatid ko ngayon kaya wala akong mapapabilhan. ::: Nga pala. Yung xmas card na bigay ng kaibigan kong si Vincent, nasa isa pa naming kaibigang si John. Isang taon na pala ang lumipas at di ko pa rin nabibukasan yung card mulang tate. Hmm, may laman kayang dolyar yun? haha! ::: Tingin ko hindi ako makakasimba mamaya para salubungin ang Pasko. May pasok kasi ako. Daan na lang ako ng simbahan pag endshift ko bukas. ::: Solb ako mamaya sa pagkain. Simpleng handa lang. Pero kumpleto naman kami.
posted by Arn at 11:14 AM
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Friday, December 23, 2005
Just SharingMusic: Track# 7 , Dahan-Dahan - Brownman Revival Last night, I had this little something that made me smile. The bus was full. So, other pasengers who wanted to get home early needed to stand and grip by the rail for balance. Beside me was a young couple, I think, tagging along their kid. It was the father who as carrying the baby while the mother was holding their shopping bags. I think the father got tired so he gave his son to his wife. The lady gave her bags to his man. The kid was standing while holding the back rest of a seat. He was actually trying to get his balance. I was contemplating if I should offer my seat to kid and his mother. (I think my teaching unit professor was right. He said he only offers his seat to pregnant, oldies and those women who has a heavy load.) I was very tired yesterday beacuse of work. I just told the couple to let their child sit beside me. I lifted the kid and let him settle down beside me. After 10 minutes, the boy kept looking at me. I was supporting his back since he didn't want to lean on the back rest. He then called his mom and asked her to carry him. I told myself, "that's a good shot of 'chivalry'." Approaching the tollgate, the boy was touching my hand. I was holding the backrest infront of me. It seemed like he wanted to play with me. I just smiled at him. I think the boy's name was Gian. I overheard his mom talking to somebody on the phone mentioning that she got a pair of World Balance shoes for Gian. I think it was for 600 bucks. ******************After arrving home, I immediately tried the homemade cheese spread my supervisor, Benjo, gave all the reps. I toasted left over pan de sal then put on a sumptuous amount of it. Voila. I just found myself licking the fork I used to spread that cheese. It was hot that's why I liked it. Today, one of our trainers, Liza, gave us chocolates. MY supervisor, Pio, had us pick a food for the gods inside a Christmas-inspired puch. Francis, our QA, gave us a small notebook. I loooove Christmas! ******************My day today was supposed to be spoiled by an unfortunate event early this morning. I hoped in the bus going to work. Four other people who went in took so long to figure where to seat. I was okay with that. The last guy to take his seat stepped on my right foot before settling down. I didn't mind. After I jumped off the bus to the mrt, i noticed a certain dirt on my right toe. I tried to swing my foot left and right to remove it. But it won't leave my foot and slipper. I took a closer look. And man, it was dang. Buset. I rushed to the restroom only to find out that the water was inside this big container. Tabo is nowhere to be found. How on earth am I washing my foot? I grabbed my wallet and took some receipts and small papers from it. I wiped IT off my toe and slippers. Geez. I smell. All the while, I was thinking where I swiped my foot in a pile of fecal material. Then I figured, someone stepped on my foot on my way to work. If I had set foot on something unpleasant, there should be remnants under my slippers. But there ain't. ******************I wasn't able to keep my cool on this customer. He was insisting to get some info about his transaction. I had to do it manually since we placing the record on file was still taking place. I was giving him what he's asking for when, out of being so frustrated to find his data and finish the call, I told him to jot down what I'd be telling him. I went.. "ok, please right this down. It's E as in Alpha... yes, that's E as in Alpha..." He also got confused and asked me, "What?"
posted by Arn at 3:02 PM
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Wednesday, December 21, 2005
A Dose of Our Christmas PartyLast Sunday, the company I am working at threw a Christmas party to its employees. Not all attended since some have their own shifts to finish. (bleh!haha!) After shift, we stayed for an hour in the office before heading to Rockwell (as per their ad, it's "the address of fashionable Manila." More than fashion, I the atmosphere.). The party was held at Play Underground. Yes, the one at the parking lot where wall climbing enthusiasts work their appendages. We were early. Registration wasn't open yet so we just strolled around the place then settled down on the wooden bench. Btw, I was with Liza and Agnes. We went back to the venue thinking that we could already sign in before going inside the place. But 'twas otehrwise. Some people were still fixing the computers. After minutes of waiting, the line was finally open. After having my right wrist stampped and getting my food and beer tickets, I also accopmanied my other teammate, Candy, by the registration area. She was a bit late for our meeting time but itwas okay sinc only a number of people were piling up the area. We found our spot near the area where iced teas were served. A long moment had past but the food wasn't served yet. It looked like all were already looking at the buffet table. Well, who wouldn't? Heaven 'n Eggs and red Crab? Too bad I wasnt' able to try anything from the former. Liza and Agnes went first. Then Candy and I. We were eying on our seats and tables because somebody might occupy them. I think I had shawarma, fish fillet, that marshmallow and mango and watermelon that I had on a stick then rolled it over a flowing chocolate (dunno what it's called), then, the small bread with tuna/mushroom, paella (?). I don't eat that much when I'm not home. So, those were the only ones that tricked my fancy. While eating, other teammates arrived. There's Cynthia, Ronchie and Zig. SO, I was no longer the lone male there. Some other teammates from other accounts were also present. Lei was also there. She got off then came back carrying her son, Potpot. My former supervisor whom we haven't seen for a long time, Pio, was there. My account manager, Cris, said hi. Another teammate, Pao, also spent some time with us. I also saw former employees present at the party. The ever nice HR guy, Allan, was there also. One of my supervisors, Jane, with husband Jimbo, was there with their daughter, July. I enjoyed watching the Christmas message video presentation of every team. I also liked the music used for the dance number of the dance club. The "idols" were also a delight. Liza, Cynth and I left the place by past 10pm. We were talking and joking while looking for a ride. Guess it was because we were not familiar with the place. On my way home, I took a besta van for my ride. I seated at the back. Upon resting my butt, the guy beside me asked me if I play the guitars. He said I looked I do because of my hair. I told him that I really don't. I think he is selling guitars at a certain mall. He was actually carrying two that time. Before hopping off the van, he told me that he's stall is at this certain mall if ever I am interested to buy. I thanked him since he added P5 to my fare. I thought it was still 50 bucks. Alright, I was more of raving for that party. So, here's my list about it. I do not know what's the common thing in all these, though. 1. More often than not, Christmas parties usually bring out good times. In that moment, one person could forget a bad feeling towards another because of the crowd and the atmosphere. But that's just momentarily. 2. It's hard to compare last Sunday's party from last year's. 3. I was with a bigger crowd last year. I miss eating while talking and picture taking with my former teammates who already logged off from the company permanently. 4. Dropping a band performance from the program line up is a horrible decision. 5. Comfortable clothes indeed make one comfortable. 6. Deciding to leave your cam phone at home is a bad, bad decision. 7. Christmas feels sweeter at night. 8. If you are hungry, never to another starving person. You both would just rant about food and the organizing committee. 9. In a party, it's either you're early or you're late. 10. Some people just want food... food and nothing else. My (Grown Up) Christmas List:1. financial and political stability for my beloved country; 2. discovery of alternative energy sources; 3. equal opportunities for all; 4. abusive people to explode and burn like a super lolo (a type of fire cracker); 5. less/minimize or better eradicate terrorism, unexpected accidents on land, air and water, poverty, unemployment and mortality due to lack of health services and preventive measures; 6. a shining moment for everyone; 7. at least one or two Filipino singers/bands in the world music market dominating the billboards, trl, vh1, and the rest of the world charts; 8. repackaging of FM, ok include AM, radio stations; 9. an acoustic guitar; 10. good health for all my friends and loved ones; 11. personal growth in all aspects of my beaing; 12. better recycle techniques and energy and resource materials conseravation; 13. my course to be reinstalled again in my alma matter; 14. another set of friends, a new hobby, a new sport, another career option, a new pet; 15. weight gain; 16. a digital camera; 17. an end to a hiatus; 18. settled dues; 19. get my preferred work schedule; 20. Bop It extreme toy. Christmas GiftsToday, I got: ::: a P100 - Starbucks gc from my supervisor, Ia. ::: Steady Lang cd of Brownman Revival from one of my supervisors, Merry, during our exchange gift. ::: a native/island/tribal/ethnic bracelet from my account manager, Cris. LSS: I don't know the title nor the singer behind it but it goes, "...Sana ngayong Pasko ay maalala mo pa rin ako..." The fast food restaurant commercial that used this song for their ad is the best Christmas-themed tv commercial this year.
posted by Arn at 1:34 PM
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Saturday, December 17, 2005
Random Thoughts XXIV::: 7 days to go before Christmas  ::: I am still sick. I was sicker last Thursday night-Friday morning. My voice today and yesterday is still husky... bedroom voice ba. ::: I intended to buy a menthol cone from a Chinese drugstore yesterday. Yes, I got one now so I need not borrow Goldi's. Aside from it, I also got myself a bag and 2 shirts. I don't know. I just thought that it's one of those days that I needed to treat myself. I am sick. I need something to cheer me up. ::: my gulay. Dumudugo na ilong ko sa kakasinga. ::: One of the things that I am guilty of doing is self medication. Ops. Guilty ka rin siguro dito, no? ::: Speaking of drugs, err, medication, ang mamahal ng gamot. Kasi eto, a. Una kong ininom, eh Neozep non-drowsy. Tapos bumili ko ng 10 pcs na bioflu. nalimutan ko na ang presyo. May natira pa kong 10 pcs na neozep kasi ang naagad ko yung bioflu. May natira naman akong 1 pirasong bioflu. Kasi nag-switch naman ako ng gamot na tempra forte. 10 pc nun + 3 capsules of solmux + strepsils = P80+ na. Nung bumili ako sa drugstore, P500 yung pinambayad ko kaya nasaisip ko na di masyado malaki ang nalagas saking pera sa gamot pa lang. Pero naisip ko din na pano kaya kung P100 lang ang pera ko, eh di wala pang P20 ang sukli ko. Mas ramdam ko yung epekto ng bawas kung maliit lang ang pinambayad ko. Kasi malaki na yung P500. Sa sukling kong more than P400, madami (o kaunti?) pa ang pede kong bilin. Eh, P100 ang dala ko tas less than P20 lang ang sukli? San ako dadalin nun? Isipin mo nga kung san dadalin ang isang pamilyang naghihikahos kung kulang ang pera ng pamilya at napupunta pa sa ibang bagay (gamot, check up, etc) ang dapat sana'y pandagdag sa pangkain o pang-eskwela. Magtipid at alagaan ang sarili, oo. Pero di mo talaga aasahan kung kailan bibigay ang katawan mo. ::: another one on medication. Nagiging irregular ang toilet habits ko pag umiinom ako ng gamot. Hassle. ::: Christmas party ng company bukas sa may Rockwell. Woohoo! Makakatuntong na din ako sa tinaguriang "the address of fashionable Manila." (yan ang nakalagay sa ad nila sa Guadalupe.). Sana manalo ko sa raffle. At ang inaabangan ko dito ay yung seafoods :D ::: Barya naman ang binayad ko pero di pa din ako sinuklian. P32 ang bayad ko sa bus. P55 na binigay ko kasi para 23 na lang bibigay nya sakin. Wala din kasi siyang panukli. Di rin nya ata nasuklian yung iba. Ok pa naman sa bus na'to kasi ito ang may pinakamurang biyahe. Kaya sa bus conductor sa bus no. 573 (di ko na lang sasabihin yung kumpanya)... Merry Christmas! ::: Nalimutan ko na anniversary na nga pala ng batch namin dito sa kumpanya last Dec 15th. 2 years na kami dito. May umalis na. May andito pa. May umalis na bumalik na umalis na ulit. Wala pang napo-promote. Oks lang naman. Simpleng empleyado lang kasi kami. *hikhik* ::: Nakita ko din sa wakas ang title, lyrics at kung sinong singer ang kumanta ng kantang ito sa tulong ng blog hopping. Background music kasi 'to sa trailer ng pelikula sa tv at sa commercial ng show ni Korina. Paikut-ikot lang yun sa ulo ko. At ngayon, eto na ang aking last song syndrome... LSS: You're beautiful
James Blunt
My life is brilliant.
My love is pure.
I saw an angel.
Of that I'm sure.
She smiled at me on the subway.
She was with another man.
But I won't lose no sleep on that,
'Cause I've got a plan.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
Yeah, she caught my eye,
As we walked on by.
She could see from my face that I was,
F**king high,
And I don't think that I'll see her again,
But we shared a moment that will last till
the end.
You're beautiful.You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
I saw you face in a crowded place,
And I don't know what to do,
'Cause I'll never be with you.
You're beautiful. You're beautiful.
You're beautiful, it's true.
There must be an angel with a smile on her face,
When she thought up that I should be with you.
But it's time to face the truth,
I will never be with you.
posted by Arn at 2:31 PM
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Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Poetry Sampler# 1
Last Song played in my boombox : Track# 6 - Protect My Heart from the album Tasty by Kelis Christmas Countdown : 11 days to go 'til I remember that I am a godfather to some children. Quarantine
i thought i was superman
but i ain't one
Saturday was a better day
Scratched nostrils
and swollen tonsil
but tougher i was
the morning dew was the shower
much stronger chill at dawn flaming my kettle to whistle
was useless
a cup of black coffee
meant a new day passing
another yawn
before a cold shower bus ride wind was strongest thana pill and menthol
(weather and antibodies, spare the rest of the kids from this virus)
i plan to flush mucous
in a rim of toilet paper
posted by Arn at 1:00 PM
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Sunday, December 11, 2005
Current CD in my boombox: Tasty - Kelis. I asked my sister to get this for me 'cos it's on sale. P150 for an original copy. San ka pa? Browsing thru the album inlay revealed that some songs were co-written by the other half of NERD and fellow Pinoy, Chad Hugo. *swicthes cd to Orange and Lemons' then plays the song, "Pinoy Ako"* 14 days to go before Christmas  A Christmas Musicale
I was in line paying for my cup cakes and cookies at the counter of a snack corner of this certain department store when I noticed how charming the young kinds were while doing their program at the activity area of the mall. A number of people was watching them seated infront of the stage. Perhaps, their stage parents. There were also the curious ones who were overlooking them from atop. I was able to watch them while waiting for my turn to pay for my goods. To rid myself from boredom, I was watching while waiting. Finishing the program wasn't my plan. I was actually hurrying to go home early. It was raining. And we know a downpour could slow down everything. But I enjoyed that glimpse of children singing about Christmas. They were dressed as angels, by the way. Rock da Riles 2005From the exit door of that mall, one could hear the banging sound of the drum and the loud blowing of a horn. Must've been another mini-concert or something. Man, was I amazed of what I saw. It was way more than just a show. It was for a cause. An event from an organization to celebrate Human Rights Day. Wowoweewow! Radio Active Sago Project was playing. So, instead of falling in line going inside the MRT station, I found myself tapping my feet, almost standing infront listening to their music. *vox-drums-sax-guitars-claps* I think I heard three songs from them. The last one was their last release (i think) which is "Astro." The vocalist is from my school, btw. I liked their playlist. I also managed to take a shot using my phone (for remembrance..hehe.) After their last song, the host explained again what the cause was all about. Honestly, I wasn't able to listen attentively. But I know the show is from Rock Ed Philippines. The theme for the Ayala station was "environment(al)." Other shows were held simultaneously in other stations. Some volunteers gave away thin, white bands (I got 4, btw.). After I set foot on the ground where the event was happening, I noticed one of the people who incidentally is linked to my blog. The photographer, Jake Versoza, was there taking of course, photos. One of the more popular volunteers/actor, Jaime Garchitorena, was also there taking shots. I envy them for their cameras. Hehe. Another band named Giniling Festival set up their instruments right after Radio Active Sago Project. Their songs, too, were nice. I finished listening to two of their songs since it's late and raining. The usual, I board the train. Got off to Cubao station. But the organizers there were already packing up. I was late to catch even a single performance in the area. I just asked the girl who's distributing white bands and small "booklet" for...uhm, that "booklet." She was giving me a white band but I showed her that I already got one on my left wrist. She just said, "Uy." Then, smiled. I also smiled at her. Uuy. The booklet was some notes from the United Nations about their plans/reports on Human Rights. All the way home, I was wearing the band. I kept the one that I wore together with the booklet. Remember I got 4? The remaining 3 I really plan to wear. The first one that I got would be for remembrance (cheesy :p). Seriously, I am planning to join this organization. Or other organization that has my same concern. I just realized that I had another signs (again) to do some actions for my own resolve. First was the theme at Ayala station which was for the environment. Most of you know what course I finished. Whether I had that degree or not, I have this concern on ecology. Throwing a piece of paper inside or outside a bus is already a big deal to me. Second was that the vocalist of the band comes from the same school that I attended. I also like the way his band delivers their poetry with their sound. Hence, music. **From my old note in my old celfone, I saved 5 "careers" that I want to take: professor, musician, writer, volunteer and psychologist. (I am a customer service agent as of press time :D)** I want to be a volunteer but there are two thoughts which inhibit me to be one. First is my responsibilities at home. I am the eldest. So, I need to be the most available one especially during difficult or unexpected times. Second is money. The fare alone would be a big blow to my budget. I don't own my own money. I am supporting a family. I may be good at saving but on time management, I doubt. That I must learn if I want to add some activities on my boring life. I mean, more than making a difference, it is actually doing something worthwhile to/in/for/about my life. I want to take advantage of my youth, of my strength and of my passion. I think I'm just an inch away but I'm held back by negativity. I want to join. That means not only by signing up and going to their rallies but by supporting their programs and doing simple actions which would definitely make life a better one. And of course, I have those white bands. PS If anybody reading this knows where I could get the white RockEd band (it looks similar to the baller ID), please let me know. Thank you. ** Congratulations to Nene Tamayo for being the big winner in the first-ever Pinoy Big Brother.
posted by Arn at 9:20 AM
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Friday, December 09, 2005
LSS: The Nerve - Orange and Lemons 16 Days to go before Christmas *Dighay*
Bago ako antukin at mag-sink in na masyado akong nabusog na hindi naman dapat kasi may training pa ko ng 2 hours after shift at ayokong maisip na sasakit ang tiyan ko sa kabusugan ay magpo-post ako. Parang may sariling buhay ang tiyan ko't tumitibok mag-isa. Busog. Nabigla pa ko sa pag-inom ng malamig na tubig. Napatakbi pati dahil maulan nung tumawid ako sa kalye. Hayaan ko munang malibang ako't mawala sa isipan ang aking matigas na tiyan. (Isang utot lang kaya ang katapat nito?) Ilang araw ko din iniisip kung kailan ulit ako makakakain ng alamang. Aba'y akalain mo nga namang ngayong araw pa ako makakatikim ulit nito. Medyo madami nga ang serving kaya di ko naubos. Sinamahan ko din kasi ng cheesedog at 2 rice. Kaya solb. LinamnamAng isang bagay na pinagtuunan ko ng pansin sa supermarket nitong linggo ay peanut butter. Kundi kasi margrine o cheese, liver spread ang gamit namin na palaman sa pan de sal. Naisip ko din na matagal-tagal na din pala akong di nakakakain ng peanut butter. Kaya namili ako sa mga naka-display. Kinukumpara ko yung presyo, contents, brand at... nutrition facts particularly sodium content. Ewan ko nga ba kung ano naisip ko't lumipas ang ilang segundo sa pagbabasa ko lamang ng nutrition info. Di ko binili yung popular brand. Bale singdami pero di singmahal ang nabili ko. Natawa lang ako sa label. Kasi may note dun na kung sakaling magkaron ng oil sa ibabaw nung peanut butter, natural lang yun kasi fresh ang ginamit na ingredients at walang preservative. Nakalagay din sa label na just mix and the (read) tecture... Mali pa yung spelling. I remember yesterday when the world was so young (roll betamax 2)Muling nabuo ulit sa isip ko kanina yung tungkol sa post ko huling post ko. Alam ko ngang may nalimutan akong isama sa kwento. Kaya eto na malamang yung karugtong noon. Naisip ko yung mga nakakatawang bagay noong bata-bata pa ako. Eto ang ilan sa mga iyon. * Nangyari ito nung simula ng klase para sa unang pagpasok ko sa eskwela noong day care. Sabi ng nanay ko, pagdatingd aw ng teacher namin at pagkatapos ng greeting ay umupo ako agad sabay hugot ng papel at lapis. Sinumulan ko na daw agad magsulat ng pangalan ko ng paulit-ulit hanggang sa mapuno yung papel, yung para bang sa isa sa mga subject na writing. * Nung elementary, ayokong nababasa yung sapatos ko ng ulan. Naka-shorts pa din kasi ako noon kaya't pati medyas ay tiyak na basa din pagbuhos nito. Para makaiwas ay hinahatid kami ng payong sa service at tumutuntong kami sa mga bato sa daan para makaiwas sa baha. Sa pag-iwas ko, nagti-tip toe ako sa mga bato. Kaya lang nawala ang balanse ko't semplang ako. Di lang ako nabasa ng ulan kundi pati ng baha. * SM Cubao ang madalas naming puntahan noon. Mula sa istasyon ng bus kung saan humihinto ang sinakyan namin ay lalakad kami papunta sa mall. Nasa may bangketa kami lalakad nun. Siguro kasi nasa siyudad ay kaya lilinga-linga ako. Kaya ang kinahantungan ko'y ang paglusot ng kaliwang binti ko sa manhole. Buti na lang at naka-sandals ako nun. * Ito na ang huli. Naisip ko kasi 'to habang kinakain ko yung alamang kanina. Bale sa isang literature class ata yun. Nagbabasa yung crush ng campus naming teacher noon ng reference book nya sa klase. Wala kaming kopya kaya nakikinig lang kami sa kanya. Kundi ako nagkakamali , ang titulo ng binasa nya ay, "Ang Pagkain ng Ayungin." At ang unang linya pa nito ay, "Isubo muna ang ulo..." Lahat kami nanlaki ang mata at napatulala lang sa teacher namin. Nagtaka rin siguro siya sa biglang katahimikan at napansin ang makahulugang mga ngiti namin. Umubo lang siya ng konti at dinugtungan ang sinabi "...ng ayungin..." Tapos nagtawanan kaming lahat. Yung teacher namin na 'to ay may asawa na. At bago ko nga pala makalimutan, all boys school kasi kami. Isa na namang "hmmm" moment
Pag-uwi ko mula sa first day ng trabaho nung Miyerkules, nakita ko yung isang matandang mama na namimigay ng flyers para sa gustong bumili ng condo. Naawa ako. Tapos naisip ko pa din maski na pag-uwi ko. Inisip ko na lang na di worth blogging yun. Tapos kahapon, medyo naawa din ako dun sa janitor sa undrpass. Nagma-mop kasi siya. Eh, umuulan. Siyempre ang putok ng sapatos ng mga tao na dumadaan. Kahit na anong punas ang gawin nya, putik pa din ang kalalabasan nun. Tignan mo, ha. Yung matandang mama siguro dapat nasa bahay na lang at sinusuportahan ng mga anak nya. Kung wala man siyang anak, siguro maski na ng kapatid o kamag-anak. Kawawa kasi talagang parang lolo na o senior citizen na tapos nag-uubos ng oras sa paglibot sa kalye't pamimigay ng flyers. Pero malay naman natin kung malakas kumito si tatang sa pagbebenta ng condo. Di rin natin alam. Naisip ko lang kasi na parang bibigay na yung katawan nya. At medyo nawi-wirduhan ako sa mga namimigay kasi ng flyers. Para kasi di lahat ng tao nagbibigay ng oras na basahin kung anuman ang nakasulat dito lalo pa't pagkkagastusan ito. Kung pera o trabaho mana pa kaso pagbili ng milyon na condo, eh. Yung sa mamang janitor naman. Parang nakakakababa ng tingin sa sarili kasi yung naglilinis ka ng dumi tapos may mga panahon na maski anong linis ang gawin mo, eh madumi pa din. Parang mapapabuntong-hininga o maiiyak ka na lang sa isang tabi pag ganun, eh. Kasi dun sa first work ko, naranasan ko din kasi mag-mop ng warehouse at laboratory. Nung newbie pa lang kasi ko, sa warehouse muna ko nalagay. Yung janitor kasi sa lab, eh di nakakapasok sa ibang department para maglinis. Kaya parang kalat mo linis mo ang lagay. Nasa policy kasi na di pwedeng pumasok ang isang empleyado sa department ng iba para makaiwas sa contamination, etc. Ayun, nakaranas akong maya't maya, eh mop dito at punas doon bukod pa syempre sa pagtingin ng stock ng mga raw materials/ chemicals. Maski na nung ako ang naghahanda ng materials, eh ako din ang naglilinis at nagba-vaccuum ng kalat ko. Ako din ang nagsasabon at nag-a-alcohol ng beaker atbp. Ewan ko lang kasi kung anong meron ang pagma-mop sa isang lugar na kung saan dinadaan-daanan ka ng mga tao. Syempre yun ang description ng trabaho. Pero naaawa ako sa mga ganyan kasi. Habang naglalakad nga pala ako ay nasilat ako dun sa pagitan ng 2 bricks sa may waiting shed sa Ayala. Para lang naman akong na-out of balance nun. Pero natawa ako sa nangyari. May tumatakbo kasi mga salita sa utak ko na pakiwari ko'y mahirap ilapat sa pagsulat. Nun namang nasa walkway ako ay nadapa naman ako sa may hagdan. Paghakbang ko kasi, eh nalimutan kong hahakbang pala ako kaya iniiwas ko yung paa ko sa step. Parang masyadong mataas yung angat ng paa ko para sa paghakbang ko kaya napatukod ako ng konti sa semento. Dito na ko inihit ng tawa. Haay, kung nasa harap lang ako ng pc o may laptop ako baka nasulat ko kung ano ang gusto kong sabihin ng mga oras na yun. Mangyari kasi, eh sa isip ko lang tumakbo ang lahat. Wala akong resources nun. Ok. Dadagdagan ko pa sana 'to ng wishlist post ko kaso parang dinadalaw na ko ng antok. Magte-training pa ko mamaya. Nga pala, nakausap ko ang isang rep mula sa isang courier service sa tate. Di kami pinapayagang mag-outside calls kaso the situation called for it. Kaya makailang ulit akong nag-dial para lang makahagilap ng sagot. First time ko lang kasing tumawag sa kanila. Inobserbahan ko na lang din ang greeting at services nila.
posted by Arn at 1:35 PM
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Sunday, December 04, 2005
Roll BetamaxThree days had passed. I still think about the not so old days. A couple of days ago, I was enjoying my isaw (grilled pork -small/large?- intestine) which was bought by my nephew. I was really hungry so I consumed two sticks in less than 3 minutes, I believe. I pour the sauce on the bowl first. Then, I removed the isaw from the stick. Let it stand for a couple of seconds for the yummy delicacy absorb the sauce. While eating, I was looking at my 8 month old niece. She was looking at me. She could already eat solid food. But of course, no way could I share my isaw. Bad for her. At that moment, I thought about certain things that happened in the past. I thought that feeling would end so i do not have to blog about it. But another thing happened. Yesterday, Saturday, was the usual day for workers/students to go home to their nearby provinces where the rest of their family stays. 'Twas drizzling a bit. A lot of people packed in the streets waiting for their bus ride. As I wait impatiently (Yes, I was since I badly need to get home as early as I could), I noticed that there was no bus going to my place. And people were already pilling up waiting for the same bus that I would take. I glanced to the street and saw another bus from another bus line headed my place. So, I ran. And ran. And ran. But I was too slow chasing it. No. That bus was fast. Felt like I was crying, running after a loved one leaving to another country. Poor kid. Nakakawala pa man din ng poise yun, di ba? Haha! That instance was like a deja vu. But I know it had happened before. Not in my past life. But a few years back. Me chasing buses going to school or home. Me loosing my control on waiting. That rang my bell to write something about it. So, here it is. For three days straight, I wasn't able to sleep early and well. After I brushed my teeth and took a bath, my eyes were still wide open. I could also feel that chill from the cold night. Perhaps, my skin pores are just open after taking a bath. And my cd player wont allow me to concentrate on sleeping. I recently bought Janet's last cd. It was on sale for 150 bucks and it's original. I never let it pass. So, for three nights, I was focused on the sound to check if there was any defect or something. Unfortunately, I always fall asleep even before track #09 ends. This cd has 22 tracks in it. It's worth the purchase. Anyway, I was never successful about my observation. Whenever I reach home lately, I am taken to my younger years. Not necessarily haunting but relieving. Thanks to that isaw and bus chasing moment. Now, I'm posting. A stick of pork isaw was P6-8 before. Now, it's ten a piece. Still affordable. I could already take it in with rice. Instant dinner for that matter. I think it was between my elementary and high school days where I have been stuggling with my set of friends (Ok. This would not be a rant about relationships. Please continue for my own resolve. Life was so much easier before. P15 allowance everyday would get me through a day in school. I have my mom to wake me up in the morning and help me set up for school. And I had my very reliable trike service during the rest of my grade school life. Riding the tricycle or jeepney was fun. Ending with a messed up hair was okay. And dirty uniforms were excusable. Perhaps, I never payed attention to fashion then. After class, I still had that energy to play street games with my friends until night time. I always get scolded because of that. I had that exciting social life by playing with childhood friends and hanging out with them. I was hooked in card games before. But I never got to understand solitaire and tong-its... also mah jong, which is not a card game, of course. I never cared if I'd lose from fifty cents to a peso bet. What I thought was the money's from my mom/dad. Getting burnt by the afternoon sun was fine. Swimming on a polluted river was no problem with me. And, yeah. I once enjoyed sabong (cockfight). From all these being "adventurous" and the like, I miss being stupid. Or dumb. Or what have you. That make me laugh at myself. Getting lost in a place, figuring out the way to the auditorium or the building where I should take my entrance exam. Part of the adventure is stupidity. I miss the energy. I miss sponteinity. I miss deciding for my own decisions. You know, I still have to consider some people before coming up with a resolution. That's healthy but only in some cases. Indeed, life was so much easier when responsibilities are less while someone looks after you as a guide. I know those vendors yelling "mani..mani.. (peanuts)" or "fuji (pronounced as poh-jie) apple" would tap my senses again. It's good to have a good memory to catch and feel life as it transpires.
posted by Arn at 8:28 AM
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Thursday, December 01, 2005
Money-Making Junk
Yesterday was payday. I guess I am the only person who's not excited about it. I mean, yeah. Money. I'd be filthy rich for about a day or two. Then, what? Actually, I consider it payday the day after the yesterday. I guess it is safer to go to the bank on a regular day than payday itself. Who doesn't need money? It feeds me (not literally), for one. And of course, the value of it. You know. It is the primary use on trade. If only bottle caps have their own value, why would I waste my time collecting those misprinted papers (re: Arrovo).Hehe. Kiddin'. I said it. It feeds me. Anyway, just on my way home yesterday, I decided to drop by the music section of a certain department store. No new cds added in their racks, I guess. But going there habitually failed me to notice some sale stuff. Mind you. Imported cds for only a hundred and fifty bucks. Some are the last album of those who are now at rest with their musical career. Hence, hiatus. Imagine, Janet Jackson's last album which is back in 2003 is on sale. Also, Javier's, Thalia's, Kelis', Amy Perez' Chinggy's, Snoop Dogg's, Kylie's, Gregorian Chants, Jane's Addiction.. err Dave Navarro's band, A Perfect Circle and some good compilations. I was hesitant to buy. But they're on sale. That might be my last chance to stumble on cheap, original cds. At least one. Payday naman, eh. (Haha! Whatta lame excuse.) Think. Think. Til I purchased Janet's. Haven't heard the rest of the album. But I think it has nice upbeat tracks. I hope the bigger and more popular music stores have also cds on sale as cheap as that. Let's wait til next payday. But I am saving on several OPM cds (which aren't on sale... and are about to be repackaged after I buy 'em, I guess). OPM? Cheap, imported, original cds? OPM? Cheap, imported, original cds? See. I am having a hard time saving and spending at the same time. Next up. Home. I was busy watching the Amazing Race when one of my relatives droped by for a talk. She said she just ate dinner that's why she left her house for a small walk. Then, she chanced upon going to our house and talking tp my elder sister. They talked. We talked. I watched tv. They talked. Then, we talked again. From living with her hard-headed parent to stealing a pack of cigar to money. Hmm, I liked the last one - money. Breeze of the payday air, wasn't it? Right just on time. Ok, I listened. She mentioned about the alotted budget at home, making a loan, workinga broad, paying taxes, etc. Everything about spending money whether you have something o spend or nothing to at all. Of course, I looked eager though I usually have a poker face. But deep in me was saying, Hey work that ass. All ranting could not generate money. You know, I like what I've heard from a father of a kid who's joined and won second place in a talent search. He said something like, "Ang buhay hindi naman palakihan ng kita kundi paramihan ng ipon." I think I couldn't translate this in English since a.) it's hard to translate it; and b.) it is better said that way. I am single. She is married. Definitely, she would have more reason to work double, save double and rant double. But I guess, comparing herself to a single person would be no good. She couldn't turn back time. She has a family. I know, I do not know how she really feels because I am single. But I support my family. I send my two brothers to school. I think at least half of what she's been, I feel. Like her, I do envy other people also. Those who acquire hafty cash, those who have not just silver but gold spoon in their mouth, those who have assets, those who are corrupt, those who sold their dignity for wealth. I envy them in terms of financial. Other than that, it's otherwise. Take the cds on my list. Think about the rants of my relative. Aren't we slaves of our own desires? Are we governed by the things that we like to have? Or the kind of life that we want to live? If I splurge, I'd be poorer. If I rant, I'd be also the same. Nothing would change. I think, you and me are one on this. We experience drought. We end up empty-handed a few days after payday. Still, we work to get our next pay. Does the word budget ring a bell?
posted by Arn at 1:23 PM
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