I woke up at about 9 in the morning knowing that my work is at 11. I don't know what's with me that I really can't afford to wake up early. Maybe my body clock keeps on telling me to extend my sleep up to the point that the morning sun from my window is irritating my skin. My skin is indeed irritated but I would still ignore such feeling for I know I manage my own time that no one can ever tell me to be as early as a bird. No titas or lolas to shake me off from bed. No cousins and any folks to worry and be ashamed to sleep for more and be concluded as a lazy useless old jerk.
This is my good new life as a loner in my little rented room. I am alone alright and being alone is the fact that had already been engraved in my mind since the very first time I slept in the said room. It's a room with unequally distributed white paint (for some parts of its walls are not painted at all). The unpainted parts such as the surrounding distances of the windows looks dull but I am still trying to think that it looks beautiful (love your own room shit). About the window, I love the fact that it has missing 2 vertical glasses at its top most row for it welcomes brighter sunshine in my skin every morning thus serves as a signal for me to wake up but that's still depending on how long I could stand the irritating sunshine. Don't let me hear how your mind's gonna digest my attitude of being so late to wake up. Well, 9 am is not late after all. In fact, its totally early in its sense IF i will no longer do the laundry, iron my attire, fix my bed, take a bath, sweep the floor, and eat my breakfast. Whew! Now I would be like a jerk when I just hop up to the bus for work looking like a rotten vegetable that haven't been sold ever since it was harvested. Alright... 9 am is a bit late for waking up BUT I cannot say that I am really really (forget redundancy shit) late for waking at that hour. For days that I usually wake up at that point of time, I never even missed my 11 o'clock arrival-time at work. Besides, I usually reached Goodwill time card slot 30 minutes earlier (since the time itself at Goodwill is 15 minutes late from standard time). Advantage? It is. But not advantageous when timing out. So it simply means that we (all jologs employees except me ofcourse) usually crumpled in the same time card slot to wait for our alloted time outs knowing that the entire mall is now closed. Sounds silly but true.
One of my worries of being alone is the difficulty of practicing my tongue to speak louder as before or perhaps do a very loud laugh. That's why I do feel like my mouth is not thoroughly equipped of talking that I always feel so reserved most of my time when I am now dealing with REAL people such as my customers. I just observed that there are a lot of ideas in my mind but its just difficult to express in words. Or maybe, I don't want to share my thought to people that are not worth it. But who are those people that are worth hearing my thoughts? I even don't know who are they and what are they? Maybe it is just the fact that I am not really so expressive in nature. Or maybe, I hate dealing with people. I don't know. I really can't understand my situation. Really. And if I am going to assess how this point of situation is happening in my God damn life it would simply root up to one single fact: I am alone. And I am talking to myself once again.
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Monday, February 27, 2006
Sulfur Sulfur
I HAVE A VERY CURLY HAIR and combing it for a style would not be a better idea. It will just make it worse. That is a fact alright. That is why, you can't see me buying or even having a comb even just one time because it all simply mean one thing: I HATE COMBS! (shit).
Well, I believe that you are deducing that hating combs is very unnatural for such a highly civilized lad like me but what can I possibly do when I can't stand even looking at it? I would usually prefer it to be thrown out of the window, burn it to ashes or break it to pieces instead.
Poor combs.
Ok back to my hair. My hair is like a bunch of fly-away sprouting black thick wires that looks so dull and dry. I cannot doubt that any normal hair-conscious fellow would stand to see the general outlook of the poor scenery of my top. Worse than that, most of my hair viewers are my customers. Sometimes they would tend to be smiling when they meet me during my sales talk - listen to my verbal flowering words of our product - listen to my latest product offers - listen to how I explain to them why our prices usually gets higher - they get bored afterwards thus, made some lazy glances straight at my stupid hair and then look so lonely and pitiful when their eyes reached my eyes. Most of my customers are like that especially during times that I don't even have time to go to the barber shop to lessen my witch-inspired hair a bit.
Indeed my hair looks really bad when I left it uncut for a couple of months. It's length (for everyone's information) is not based by how you see it from meters away but by how you feel its volume or in other words, the length of my hair is based on the distance between my scalp and its crumpled curly hair on top (use a ruler please). I actually tried so many stuffs to make my hair look the way I want it to be. You know, the one you see in most shampoo commercials - the straight 'sunod sa galaw' hair that obeys the air. That's why I tried hair relaxing one time which actually make my hair straight at the start then crumpled and so stiff as like a stupid damaged hair of a ripe corn afterwards. Sounds funny but true. My mother usually kept on telling me to stop spending so much about my hair and just shave it all off instead. So, the story then proceed to a son following his ever loving mother to make himself bald as to like Bembol Roco. I felt so humiliated afterwards for my over-all look seem to make it worse. My butt-like forehead was emphasized for the first time. It (my forehead) was actually bulging and totally much more pitiful than having a witchy hair. But anyways, I still look clean and I don't need to stay in the mirror longer than before. As time moves on, my hair continuous to grow - until again it was the same old stupid kinky unorganized wired hair once again. Self-pity or not, in whatever way you assess my attitude about my hair, I can say that I am now happy with what I have unlike before that I could almost burn my hair off.
Hello guys! I now love my curly kinky Sulfuric hair!
It all started recently when I was conversing with my co-employee who is in fact also has a gift of a witchy-hair. But not really as witchy as mine (because mine is worse).
x: "Ate Teri, may alam ka ba sa mga sciences ng hair?"
This is a part of our daily routine of conversing (when we are idle at work) about anything under the Glorietta luminous light. We started talking about Ginataang Tulingan, then about increases in the prices of common goods, the poor situation of our country, about the death of Johnny Midnight, 15 letters of the Korean alphabet, the annhyeung haseyo greeting of Koreans, down to the differences between lapulapu and mayamaya. I don't know how these topics connects with the hair -- anyways.
y: "Alam mo ba kong ano ang components ng mga hair natin X?"
I heard about the common shampoo commercials on television that talked most of the time about vitamins and stuff but Keratin sprout in my mind faster.
x: "Keratin, and some other minerals 'di ba?"
y: "Hindi masyado. Ang hair natin normally maraming mga minerals diyan, hindi lang keratin and since 'yung atin medyo kinky mas marami tayong tinatawag na Sulfur Sulfur. 'Yun 'yung nagpapa-increase ng volume at curliness ng hair natin. Alam mo ba kung ano pa ang purpose ng Sulfur Sulfur sa hair natin?"
---
(silence)
---
I really cannot digest what she said about the Sulfur Sulfur thing and what's its connection with the curly hair so I never hesitate to ask her jargon.
x: "What the hell is Sulfur Sulfur? An element, mineral? Why do we need to repeat two elements at the same time? That is redundancy if compared to grammar!"
y: "X --- Talk about chemistry! Dalawang Sulfur 'yun so 'SS' siya na mixture. For example: H20 equals water, CO2 Carbon Dioxide, and some others."
x: "E 'di dapat S2 na lang para mas maganda. Sige tell me more about Sulfur Sulfur."
y: "Ok, don't you know that Sulfur Sulfur helps in the development of your brain?"
----
(silence)
----
x: " Really? So it means... Most curly haired people are intellectually capacitated and in short intelligent."
y: "That's what my professor is telling me before. That's why during those times he kept on calling me Ms. Sulfur Sulfur (hahaha)."
x: "Ahay, matalino pala tayo mare!".
And the rest is history. Let me elaborate some more. Alright. I am born this way having such a gift of a so-called Sulfur Sulfur in my hair which helps for the further development of my brain. The brain is near the strands of my curly hair. The extremity of having such a sulfurific hair is in its curliness. Mine is proudly curled and witchy. Meaning, the more witchy it looks the more Sulfur Sulfur it has. And I never seen any really witchy hair-do such as mine. Thus, it all simply mean that my brain is in the nth power continually sulfurifically developing more like any unfortunate straight or nearly curly-haired folk under the sun.
I love my hair now.
Thanks for the SULFUR SULFUR.
Well, I believe that you are deducing that hating combs is very unnatural for such a highly civilized lad like me but what can I possibly do when I can't stand even looking at it? I would usually prefer it to be thrown out of the window, burn it to ashes or break it to pieces instead.
Poor combs.
Ok back to my hair. My hair is like a bunch of fly-away sprouting black thick wires that looks so dull and dry. I cannot doubt that any normal hair-conscious fellow would stand to see the general outlook of the poor scenery of my top. Worse than that, most of my hair viewers are my customers. Sometimes they would tend to be smiling when they meet me during my sales talk - listen to my verbal flowering words of our product - listen to my latest product offers - listen to how I explain to them why our prices usually gets higher - they get bored afterwards thus, made some lazy glances straight at my stupid hair and then look so lonely and pitiful when their eyes reached my eyes. Most of my customers are like that especially during times that I don't even have time to go to the barber shop to lessen my witch-inspired hair a bit.
Indeed my hair looks really bad when I left it uncut for a couple of months. It's length (for everyone's information) is not based by how you see it from meters away but by how you feel its volume or in other words, the length of my hair is based on the distance between my scalp and its crumpled curly hair on top (use a ruler please). I actually tried so many stuffs to make my hair look the way I want it to be. You know, the one you see in most shampoo commercials - the straight 'sunod sa galaw' hair that obeys the air. That's why I tried hair relaxing one time which actually make my hair straight at the start then crumpled and so stiff as like a stupid damaged hair of a ripe corn afterwards. Sounds funny but true. My mother usually kept on telling me to stop spending so much about my hair and just shave it all off instead. So, the story then proceed to a son following his ever loving mother to make himself bald as to like Bembol Roco. I felt so humiliated afterwards for my over-all look seem to make it worse. My butt-like forehead was emphasized for the first time. It (my forehead) was actually bulging and totally much more pitiful than having a witchy hair. But anyways, I still look clean and I don't need to stay in the mirror longer than before. As time moves on, my hair continuous to grow - until again it was the same old stupid kinky unorganized wired hair once again. Self-pity or not, in whatever way you assess my attitude about my hair, I can say that I am now happy with what I have unlike before that I could almost burn my hair off.
Hello guys! I now love my curly kinky Sulfuric hair!
It all started recently when I was conversing with my co-employee who is in fact also has a gift of a witchy-hair. But not really as witchy as mine (because mine is worse).
x: "Ate Teri, may alam ka ba sa mga sciences ng hair?"
This is a part of our daily routine of conversing (when we are idle at work) about anything under the Glorietta luminous light. We started talking about Ginataang Tulingan, then about increases in the prices of common goods, the poor situation of our country, about the death of Johnny Midnight, 15 letters of the Korean alphabet, the annhyeung haseyo greeting of Koreans, down to the differences between lapulapu and mayamaya. I don't know how these topics connects with the hair -- anyways.
y: "Alam mo ba kong ano ang components ng mga hair natin X?"
I heard about the common shampoo commercials on television that talked most of the time about vitamins and stuff but Keratin sprout in my mind faster.
x: "Keratin, and some other minerals 'di ba?"
y: "Hindi masyado. Ang hair natin normally maraming mga minerals diyan, hindi lang keratin and since 'yung atin medyo kinky mas marami tayong tinatawag na Sulfur Sulfur. 'Yun 'yung nagpapa-increase ng volume at curliness ng hair natin. Alam mo ba kung ano pa ang purpose ng Sulfur Sulfur sa hair natin?"
---
(silence)
---
I really cannot digest what she said about the Sulfur Sulfur thing and what's its connection with the curly hair so I never hesitate to ask her jargon.
x: "What the hell is Sulfur Sulfur? An element, mineral? Why do we need to repeat two elements at the same time? That is redundancy if compared to grammar!"
y: "X --- Talk about chemistry! Dalawang Sulfur 'yun so 'SS' siya na mixture. For example: H20 equals water, CO2 Carbon Dioxide, and some others."
x: "E 'di dapat S2 na lang para mas maganda. Sige tell me more about Sulfur Sulfur."
y: "Ok, don't you know that Sulfur Sulfur helps in the development of your brain?"
----
(silence)
----
x: " Really? So it means... Most curly haired people are intellectually capacitated and in short intelligent."
y: "That's what my professor is telling me before. That's why during those times he kept on calling me Ms. Sulfur Sulfur (hahaha)."
x: "Ahay, matalino pala tayo mare!".
And the rest is history. Let me elaborate some more. Alright. I am born this way having such a gift of a so-called Sulfur Sulfur in my hair which helps for the further development of my brain. The brain is near the strands of my curly hair. The extremity of having such a sulfurific hair is in its curliness. Mine is proudly curled and witchy. Meaning, the more witchy it looks the more Sulfur Sulfur it has. And I never seen any really witchy hair-do such as mine. Thus, it all simply mean that my brain is in the nth power continually sulfurifically developing more like any unfortunate straight or nearly curly-haired folk under the sun.
I love my hair now.
Thanks for the SULFUR SULFUR.
Sunday, February 26, 2006
Caught in the Net
My boss saw me (or caught me whatever is applicable) surfing the net one time while at work and I do really felt so terrified about the situation. I think I deserve to undergo disciplinary action by what I've done. I am paid for my time so that means, I am expected to do my duty for the benefit of the company and not just for my personal concern. That time, I am furnishing my blog and do downloading of my personal pictures from yahoo mail to finish my project of having my very own blog page when suddenly a dressed man (which is my boss) is glancing my monitor which I presume took him a thorough glance of what I was actually doing. I don't really know what's with me that I never even notice him. What a great shock it was when I saw his head slowly moving to the monitor! I was shocked!
x: "SIR! (in a trying to be happy tone as to be as calm as possible) KAMUSTA! (shit, now I really feel so stupid) Napadalaw kayo sir? (now I'm beginning to close all windows of yahoo mail, friendster, and my blog page without even logging out).
y: "Sino kasama mo ngayon?" (He glance at the surroundings that he noticed to be out of any sales person in sight)
x: "a.e e Si Teri sir nag-CR. Si Sir Romy--- day-off. " (Shit. I really felt my veins are attacking my voice.)
y: "Ok."
That's it.
There's silence in the midst of a store. It's just between me and my boss. Honestly, I expect that he would open up a conversation regarding how he saw me busy in the computer without even noticing that he is around. I waited for him to open a confrontation. At last, he spoke.
y: "Malakas benta sa kabila no?"
(whew! what is the assumption of his statement? He don't know what is the internet? Thank God! wait... He might me pretending to be ignorant of what he saw earlier. Shit.)
x: "OO nga sir eh. Actually malakas talaga sales nila sa mga santo. Like that one (pointing a statue on sale). That Jesus hanging costs P58,000 pesos.
y: "Talaga ha? (sitting at my side)"
Again there's silence. My mind again is slowly getting to be covered with guilt and shame of what had happened.
-----
-----
-----
Great X.
-----
Now. You need to start a conversation.
It's the only way for him to forget.
-----
well?
-----
Hello?
How?
---
---
---
The sales! That's it!
So I opened the sales report chart file from the desktop that I made and showed it to my boss on which his eyes are ready to glance. I appeared to be smiling like an innocent child who can't do anything bad.
x: "Here is our sales sir".
click
click
click
y: "I see that it's quite low talaga. Well I've seen already the reports in the office."
(He continually glance the graph which is in fact not that impressive to look due to the rapid rise and fall movement of the lines and the slow increases at the very end)
x: "Oo nga sir eh. Well, the sales are increasing in times that there are deliveries to lawyers and their law offices. 'Yun siguro 'yung reason."
------
FINISHED.
-------
That's the last word I've said to my boss because I think that he don't feel to talk for more about the business. Besides, his visit was actually out of work since he was with his wife and daughter for malling. Can I ever forget the situation and/or assess that he will report my behavior to our personnel for immediate disciplinary action? Or he (my boss) will forget what happened and proceed with his strolling with his family in Glorietta?
Ok. It would really be depending if how he see the situation.
Possible Situation Views of My Boss
View #1: "Hmmmm... HULI KA! I will try to report him to the personnel. Nasa trabaho tapos nag-internet! I'll tell tina and she will be the one to give him a warning. It is prudent that I never confronted X with what I saw. Imagine, I already toured around the store for so long then he never even noticed that I am around? This is not a proper way a sales person should be!"
View #2: "Hmmm...What's with X? Bakit busy ata siya masyado sa computer niya. Matingnan nga. (He went at the back of X) Yahoo, Friendster, and what's the other one (Blog)?. Ok. Tatahimik lang ako. Aba, hindi pa rin nakapansin? Teka, makalapit nga sa tabi niya... Hello? [X noticed him] Salamat naman at napansin niya ako. Aba, very confident pa rin magsalita a. I think he is just so tired of work that he tried to find something to do. Well, may allotted extra hours naman ang employees to rest eh so pagbibigyan ko na. I will talk to him something that is out of what I saw. Ano kaya? Ah eto... Tungkol sa katabing tenant 'Yan para hindi naman maging close kami."
View #3: "Ang galing talaga ni X sa computer. Pero parang hindi ko maintindihan ang ginagawa niya. Matingnan nga. Wow! Proud talaga ako sa empleyadong 'to. Masyadong concentrated sa technological capability ng store kaya niya pinag-aaralan ng masyado. Kaya pala hindi niya ako mapansin eh. Makalapit nga. Hello? [x noticed him] Wow! kahit sa pagsasalita parang energetic pa rin. I'm proud of this boy. Papagawan ko siya ng powerpoint if I need one in the future.
Am I doomed?
I hope not.
x: "SIR! (in a trying to be happy tone as to be as calm as possible) KAMUSTA! (shit, now I really feel so stupid) Napadalaw kayo sir? (now I'm beginning to close all windows of yahoo mail, friendster, and my blog page without even logging out).
y: "Sino kasama mo ngayon?" (He glance at the surroundings that he noticed to be out of any sales person in sight)
x: "a.e e Si Teri sir nag-CR. Si Sir Romy--- day-off. " (Shit. I really felt my veins are attacking my voice.)
y: "Ok."
That's it.
There's silence in the midst of a store. It's just between me and my boss. Honestly, I expect that he would open up a conversation regarding how he saw me busy in the computer without even noticing that he is around. I waited for him to open a confrontation. At last, he spoke.
y: "Malakas benta sa kabila no?"
(whew! what is the assumption of his statement? He don't know what is the internet? Thank God! wait... He might me pretending to be ignorant of what he saw earlier. Shit.)
x: "OO nga sir eh. Actually malakas talaga sales nila sa mga santo. Like that one (pointing a statue on sale). That Jesus hanging costs P58,000 pesos.
y: "Talaga ha? (sitting at my side)"
Again there's silence. My mind again is slowly getting to be covered with guilt and shame of what had happened.
-----
-----
-----
Great X.
-----
Now. You need to start a conversation.
It's the only way for him to forget.
-----
well?
-----
Hello?
How?
---
---
---
The sales! That's it!
So I opened the sales report chart file from the desktop that I made and showed it to my boss on which his eyes are ready to glance. I appeared to be smiling like an innocent child who can't do anything bad.
x: "Here is our sales sir".
click
click
click
y: "I see that it's quite low talaga. Well I've seen already the reports in the office."
(He continually glance the graph which is in fact not that impressive to look due to the rapid rise and fall movement of the lines and the slow increases at the very end)
x: "Oo nga sir eh. Well, the sales are increasing in times that there are deliveries to lawyers and their law offices. 'Yun siguro 'yung reason."
------
FINISHED.
-------
That's the last word I've said to my boss because I think that he don't feel to talk for more about the business. Besides, his visit was actually out of work since he was with his wife and daughter for malling. Can I ever forget the situation and/or assess that he will report my behavior to our personnel for immediate disciplinary action? Or he (my boss) will forget what happened and proceed with his strolling with his family in Glorietta?
Ok. It would really be depending if how he see the situation.
Possible Situation Views of My Boss
View #1: "Hmmmm... HULI KA! I will try to report him to the personnel. Nasa trabaho tapos nag-internet! I'll tell tina and she will be the one to give him a warning. It is prudent that I never confronted X with what I saw. Imagine, I already toured around the store for so long then he never even noticed that I am around? This is not a proper way a sales person should be!"
View #2: "Hmmm...What's with X? Bakit busy ata siya masyado sa computer niya. Matingnan nga. (He went at the back of X) Yahoo, Friendster, and what's the other one (Blog)?. Ok. Tatahimik lang ako. Aba, hindi pa rin nakapansin? Teka, makalapit nga sa tabi niya... Hello? [X noticed him] Salamat naman at napansin niya ako. Aba, very confident pa rin magsalita a. I think he is just so tired of work that he tried to find something to do. Well, may allotted extra hours naman ang employees to rest eh so pagbibigyan ko na. I will talk to him something that is out of what I saw. Ano kaya? Ah eto... Tungkol sa katabing tenant 'Yan para hindi naman maging close kami."
View #3: "Ang galing talaga ni X sa computer. Pero parang hindi ko maintindihan ang ginagawa niya. Matingnan nga. Wow! Proud talaga ako sa empleyadong 'to. Masyadong concentrated sa technological capability ng store kaya niya pinag-aaralan ng masyado. Kaya pala hindi niya ako mapansin eh. Makalapit nga. Hello? [x noticed him] Wow! kahit sa pagsasalita parang energetic pa rin. I'm proud of this boy. Papagawan ko siya ng powerpoint if I need one in the future.
Am I doomed?
I hope not.
Saturday, February 25, 2006
From Ube and Mamon to VAT
Early this morning, I bought 2 pieces of ube roll and mamon. The ube roll costs 6 box each while the mamon 2 box. So I already spent almost 16 box to greet my ever beautiful morning. Ofcourse, I am quite disturbed about its total price since I am thinking more about the usual 1-peso bread in the market some few years back. God! I should have got 16 breads!
x: "Bullshit! Give me back my money! I deserved to get 12 breads!"
y: "What are you talking about sir?"
x: "I said I should have got 16 breads! Can you understand? Now give me back my money!"
y: "Why are you acting that way sir? We're just a bakeshop and our prices are competitive among other
bakeries..."
x: "Hey lady! Can't you see that your prices are really high? I bought this mamon at 1 peso 10 years ago! Don't you ever try to fool me because I am not a fool asshole!"
y: "That was 10 years ago sir!
(silence)
----------
(another silence)
----------
y: " Ok here's your stupid 16 pesos! Just get outahere and try to buy that mamon or any stupid bread you want on...
---------
ahhh
--------
last
--------
1996! TURN BACK TIME YOU IDIOT!"
x: "Thanks! (leaving) Shit!"
--------
(the lady followed him)
--------
x: "HEY! Why the hell are you following me?"
y: "YOU MUST GIVE ALL YOUR -------I mean GIVE ALL OUR HELL BREAD BACK SIR(pent)!"
I'm getting to be overstating there. What would I ever expect of the future of all the prices of common goods such as bread here in the Philippines? EVERYTHING is increasing! The price of flour is rising like smoke in the air (exaggeration though but somehow true in its sense). I smell the same smoke many times in any other commodities like meat, pork, chicken, fruits, vegetables, tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic, blah blah blah and another blah. Even my personal goods are smokingly hotter--- my Panoxyl anti-acne ointment raised from 141 to a blazing price of 151 box in just 1 week! Ofcourse, I have no other choice but to accept such situation of giving extra 10 pesos. Why the hell there is such increases! VAT! VAT! VAT! Hahahahahaha! But even VAT itself is increasing from the good old 10% to a gigantic leap of 15%!
---------
(sigh)
The reality of the world.
x: "Bullshit! Give me back my money! I deserved to get 12 breads!"
y: "What are you talking about sir?"
x: "I said I should have got 16 breads! Can you understand? Now give me back my money!"
y: "Why are you acting that way sir? We're just a bakeshop and our prices are competitive among other
bakeries..."
x: "Hey lady! Can't you see that your prices are really high? I bought this mamon at 1 peso 10 years ago! Don't you ever try to fool me because I am not a fool asshole!"
y: "That was 10 years ago sir!
(silence)
----------
(another silence)
----------
y: " Ok here's your stupid 16 pesos! Just get outahere and try to buy that mamon or any stupid bread you want on...
---------
ahhh
--------
last
--------
1996! TURN BACK TIME YOU IDIOT!"
x: "Thanks! (leaving) Shit!"
--------
(the lady followed him)
--------
x: "HEY! Why the hell are you following me?"
y: "YOU MUST GIVE ALL YOUR -------I mean GIVE ALL OUR HELL BREAD BACK SIR(pent)!"
I'm getting to be overstating there. What would I ever expect of the future of all the prices of common goods such as bread here in the Philippines? EVERYTHING is increasing! The price of flour is rising like smoke in the air (exaggeration though but somehow true in its sense). I smell the same smoke many times in any other commodities like meat, pork, chicken, fruits, vegetables, tomatoes, carrots, potatoes, onions, garlic, blah blah blah and another blah. Even my personal goods are smokingly hotter--- my Panoxyl anti-acne ointment raised from 141 to a blazing price of 151 box in just 1 week! Ofcourse, I have no other choice but to accept such situation of giving extra 10 pesos. Why the hell there is such increases! VAT! VAT! VAT! Hahahahahaha! But even VAT itself is increasing from the good old 10% to a gigantic leap of 15%!
---------
(sigh)
The reality of the world.
Friday, February 24, 2006
EDSA EDSAHAN
I really don't know how to say this because I might come out being so bias sharing my personal opinion about the EDSA Revolution. I can imagine myself being accused by pro-GMA or anyone as a know-it-all lad that burst out opinions knowing that I don't even watch news on TV or even just read newspapers. Well, the fact of the matter is--- in accordance with my ability to understand the situation- to weigh everything in its thinnest sense--- I don't watch television. I don't even read newspapers or know who are behind the President or what are its branches and sources or people to move. Sounds funny though but without any biases whatsoever I will say that this is what most Filipinos are. They tend to conclude the nature of a leader for instance without even researching behind the person itself OR maybe they just rely on the word-of-mouths from their neighbors or friends. That's why I am sure I know how there are a lot of people rallying in streets bombing voices to fuel the former people power revolt last 1986. PEOPLE POWER they shout (now the word itself is getting so stale and stinky).
They would shout:
x: "Boss ano ba nangyayari dito?"
y: "Wow! Welga na naman! Yahoo!"
x: "Ano ba winewelga natin?"
y: "Si Gloria patatalsikin raw"
x: "A talaga? paano?
y: "Basta sumunod ka lang... tara!"
x: "Teka... E sino papalit sa kanya, si Noli?"
y: "Bahala na SILA. PEOPLE POWER to tol!"
that's how far my story goes when talking to these unfortunate souls in a rally. They tend to shout resign and then they don't even know what's next. It is "people power" alright (in small caps that is) but abused and not used properly. They are BAKYA people that strategize in a very informal way. What's next for them? Perhaps they would end up crashing a parked car in the streets to burn. Throw solid matters like stones, urine filled plastic bags, human waste, garbage, and any other stuffs to police (On which they do in a laughing manner). Maybe they would tend to go to EDSA Shrine to attend a rally with the common "trapos" or show-off politicians with their hidden agendas OR let me say this ---- to fill up their bellies for free goodies. Alright, I am being so bias here ok but I really can't stop to think that way especially when I am thinking about the EDSA Revolution. By the way, I am not talking about the 1986 Revolution here but the entire thought of the EDSA Revolution itself, may it be decades ago or recently (ah... If in these times that I am typing this write-up they would call the rally in EDSA another EDSA Revolution).
They would shout:
x: "Boss ano ba nangyayari dito?"
y: "Wow! Welga na naman! Yahoo!"
x: "Ano ba winewelga natin?"
y: "Si Gloria patatalsikin raw"
x: "A talaga? paano?
y: "Basta sumunod ka lang... tara!"
x: "Teka... E sino papalit sa kanya, si Noli?"
y: "Bahala na SILA. PEOPLE POWER to tol!"
that's how far my story goes when talking to these unfortunate souls in a rally. They tend to shout resign and then they don't even know what's next. It is "people power" alright (in small caps that is) but abused and not used properly. They are BAKYA people that strategize in a very informal way. What's next for them? Perhaps they would end up crashing a parked car in the streets to burn. Throw solid matters like stones, urine filled plastic bags, human waste, garbage, and any other stuffs to police (On which they do in a laughing manner). Maybe they would tend to go to EDSA Shrine to attend a rally with the common "trapos" or show-off politicians with their hidden agendas OR let me say this ---- to fill up their bellies for free goodies. Alright, I am being so bias here ok but I really can't stop to think that way especially when I am thinking about the EDSA Revolution. By the way, I am not talking about the 1986 Revolution here but the entire thought of the EDSA Revolution itself, may it be decades ago or recently (ah... If in these times that I am typing this write-up they would call the rally in EDSA another EDSA Revolution).
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