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Saturday, July 21, 2007

May pera nga ba sa basura o pera mismo ang basura?
07.20.2007
11:47pm


Linggo ito nangyari.

Sa di ko malamang kadahilanan, medyo tanghali na ako nagigising kapag araw ng Linggo. Sa pagitan ng alas 8 hanggang 10 ng umaga. Oo, dalawang oras ang pagitan. Minsan kasi, kahit mulat na ang mata ko, hindi pa rin gising ang diwa ko. '

Kagat-kagatin man ng lamok o napakamot na sa *toooot* parang wala pa rin. Marahil epekto ng pagpupuyat. Pero ibang usapan na 'yon.

Teka. Alam ko, madaling araw na din ng Sabado (Linggo na pala.) ako nakatulog kaya bumawi lang ako (Sus. Nagpalusot pa.). 'Yun nga.

Naulinigan kong may tumatawag sa ngalan ng kuya kong sa kalapit bahay lamang nakatira. Kapag ang bintana ng kwarto mo' halos ilang dipa lang ang layo sa bahay ng iba, malamang pati pag utot ng isa ay dinig mo.

"Joel! Joel!", ika ng tumatawag. Di pamilyar ang boses. Di ko kilala. Pero dinig ko ang napag-usapan di dahil umagang-umaga, eh, nakikichismis ako o kasi ilang dipa lang ang layo ng bahay ng kuya ko sa bintana ng kwarto ko, pero malakas kasi ang boses nila (Sus ulit. Pero di palusot yan.). Nagpapahanap yung tao ng trabaho sa kuya ko.

Foreman ang kuya ko. Foreman ng kapitan naming engineer. Baranggay tanod naman niya sa gabi. May alam ang kuya ko sa pagiging engineer (Electrical nga ba o mechanical? Ah basta.) kasi undergrad siya ng kursong yon. Nag-asawa lang kasi ng maaga. Kaya medyo mahirap din ang buhay nya.

Nagpapasama sa proyekto yung tao sa kuya ko. Kung may bakante raw, isama siya ng kuya ko. Nasabihan nga lang na wala na talaga. Nasabi yata ng kuya ko na may susunod na project. Dun na lang daw siya isasama.

Kung kani-kanino na daw lumapit yung tao. Wala daw talaga kasing pera.

Di ko na maalala (Sabi ko na sa'yong di ako Chismoso. Kunsensiya: Sira. Kalimot na 'yan pag di mo maalala.) kung ano pa yung napag-usapan nila. Basta ang tumatak sakin, eh yung nagpaalam siyang kakalkalin yung basura sa likod-bahay namin. No offense meant, pero di ako taga-tambakan. May isang parte lang talaga ng likod bahay namin ang basurahan - pinagsawaang bisikleta, pinaglumaang gulong ng trak na pinamahayan ng marahil ng mga lamok pero di ko alam kung san galing dahil owner-type jeep lang naman ang naging sasakyan namin noon, lumang yerong binakbak mula sa kwarto ng nanay ko, bugok na itlog ng manok at kung anu-ano pang laman ng buhay.

Naguha ng lata yung tao. Ipinabigay na din ng nanay ko yung mga inipon nyang lata ng canned goods (Lata na nga, canned goods pa.). Walang-wala daw talaga yung tao.

Ginusto kong silipin kung sino yung tao (Sabi na sa inyong hindi ako chismoso.). Kaso nga lang nung pagbaba ko, siya namang labas nya sa bakuran namin. Gusto ko lang malaman kung sino iyon at kung paano nya nakilala ang kuya ko.

May konti pa ngang pagdududa ang nanay ko kasi nga 'di naman niya kilala yung taong naghahakot ng kung ano mula sa likuran namin. "Private property: No Trespassing", ika nga.

Nabanggit din ng kuya ko na anim ang anak noon. Kasama na ang kambal. Ang kuya ko lima ang anak. Ako, walang anak. Pare-parehas kaming hirap sa buhay.

Maaaring mas hirap ang isa kesa sa isa. Pero ang hirap ay hirap.

Binalak ko talagang i-blog ito. Itinanda ko pa sa notepad ko dito sa opisina para di ko malimutan. Plinano ko din mag-blog bago man lang mag-rest day.

Dalawang gabi na ang nakakaraan, dahil sa isang buwan na lang ay ma-e-expire na ang load ko, sinubukan kong mag-download ng mga laro at gumagalaw-galaw na wallpaper. 'Yun lang. Maubos lang ang load.

Sayang ang 290 Pesos. Oo, lagi lang ako napipilitan mag-load. Di naman ako pala-text o tawag. Kailangan kasi lalo na sa kliyente.

Hinayang na hinayang talaga ko sa mga bagay na ginagastusan ko pero di ko man lang nakikita.

Di ko na dadramahan pang yung pera na pang-load ay pangkain na lang sana nung taong naghagilap ng swerte sa basure.

Pero totoo.

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posted by Arn everybody's gone kung fu fightin at 12:13 AM |

Friday, July 20, 2007

The Good In Goodbyes
11:15pm
Music: I'm Coming - Rain feat Tablo

In less than a month, three significant ladies in my life had announced their intent to try their luck outside the country.

Well, one of them, my sister, has gone almost a month ago.

The other is my former teammate. I knew of her plans. But my knowledge was not that complete since we hardly see each other. And most of the time, it only happens in cyberspace.

I actually attended her despedida, along with my teammate and two other former teammates. It felt like a reunion as well. Aisah, my teammate who's soon be leaving for SG, Ronch, whom I am coaching weekly about work, but about love and life...nah, Melina, a trainer-slash-recruiter, should del with those. There was also Zig, my batchmate at work, who's fulfilling his dream as a pro in handling the lens. I must admit that I envy his job and talent.

Due to I was stuck in the meeting my deadlines before my rest days, I was the one who arrived late. Very late to be exact. I arrived the next day. You know that my shift ends at 12mn. I was struggling in Shaw Blvd past 12 looking for Astoria Plaza. Out of stupidity, I rented a cab. I could've walked. I know you know how I love to walk and not promote air pollution. But anyway, better late than never, as they say.

Waited for about 5 minutes at the entrance. I was trying to call Ronch and Ice (Aisah) but got no answer. Good thing Ronch had to feed himself with nicotine. He went down and saw me. He dragged me after.

No, wait. After we've entered the hotel room, I tried to look for Zig, Melina and Aisah among the crowd but one of Aisah's friend dragged to the kitchen. I am not used at social gatherings. He was handed a canned beer to me. He even said that he knows I dog hard drinks but that was what he an offer. (I am a good boy, you know :p ). But before I grabbed the beer, the three (Melina, Zig and Aisah) greeted me. Melina asked me to give her a hug and I did. I got my beer and had myself comfortable lounging on the carpeted floor, sitting on a pillow. So, that was chic. (Wait. What does chic mean? The word sounds femme but perhaps fitted to the occasion since girls dominated the boys that time. Hehe.)

Talk. Career. Plans. Cigar. Beer. Pictures. Videoke. Drama (Ooops!). And what-have-yous.

Melina, Ronch, Zig and I left the place at around 5 am. On the contrary, I just had 1 can of beer (I cheated them! Haha!).

Melina did join us three guys inside the car. So, on the way to Cubao, where I would take my ride home (Ronch and Zig belong to the Southern teritory), we still kept talking about some things in our life. Can't remember most since we concentrated on keeping Ronch awake. Drunk driver, you know (Kids, do not try it.).

End of the party.

On the other hand, my cousin, Bebe, would be leaving on Sunday, I think. She never really talked about her plans. I just found out that she's leaving after her documents are already complete.

She requested for a sleepwear. I obliged. My cousin is taller than me. So, I think I got something way small for her.

I placed a small note which read, "Here's your request. Hope you like it. Enjoy Dubai. Take care and God bless."

Last night I got a text message from her that read, "Thanks for granting my request. I'm going to miss you all."

See, goodbye may sometimes look easy. But when that day where I would really have to say goodbye, I shed some tears.

But more than anything, something like this pushes me to strive harder in reaching my goal, my dreams.

Inspiring. How each of these ladies step up and face the challenge elsewhere, away from home.

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posted by Arn everybody's gone kung fu fightin at 11:48 PM |