A Very Long Way Home via BlackBerry Smartphone

16 12 2010

December 15, 2010 – a day that will forever dwell in infamy.
Let me start from when I got home from work. I got this new phone and I’m yet to figure out how to use it’s features. Honestly, I’m more concerned on how to make my posts on FB appear with that tiny black dotted logo. So I went online right after breakfast and looked for articles on the My Globe page.
Well, say whatever you want, but I’ll never go post paid. No matter how much they say it’s more convenient and that I can afford it, I’ll never consider receiving bills monthly with a summary of the calls you made and the services you purchased. That’s why I think it’s great that Globe offers packages where I can still use the features of the phone without a post paid plan.
I spoke with someone who has had the same hand set for months and helped me registering the hand set to the service provider.
Then, there I was, enjoying all the services of the phone; downloaded all the apps (FB, Plurk, Twitter, WordPress… Etc); and posting like hell on FB – adoring that little black logo that says “via BB“.
The day went on… Oh I forgot to mention that my parents were to fly home this day so I have to go pick them up at the airport. At 12 noon, I went to our house in Mandaluyong only to find out that everyone already left to pick up my parents! I had to call them up and tell them that I will catch up with them at the airport. But when I got back to the main street to hail some cab, and whaddayaknow… No cab agrees to bring to the airport. It’s a quarter to 1pm so the sun is way up in the sky and I don’t want to shimmer like the Cullens so I went back to our house and waited for my parents there.
When my parents came home, of course they first noticed how much weight I’ve gained since they last saw me. Then hugs and “how are you”s… Drama much. When night fell, I left and went to Galleria to eat.
Getting back to our house in Guad is not easy. First, let me tell you how annoying cab drivers are especially in December. These sanafabeaches refuse to take you wherever. I don’t know what’s with them, maybe they’re the true Christmas Grinch. I couldn’t get a cab from the mall because the queue is as long as EDSA – of course I’m exaggerating. I went to the other queue on the other side of the mall, well there’s a shorter queue but there are no cabs lined up and I really want to go home. It was about 12mn at that time and I was really tired. So I took a deep breath and looked at the footbridge to the other side of EDSA.
I took a deeper breath and went up the footbridge and walked like I’m walking through burning coal. I have my earphones plugged onto my iPod, and my new phone bulging on my pocket, I’m like Bella for the vampires that are the holduppers. I didn’t realize how much of a labyrinth the footbridge was. There were stairs that go down below the MRT where I had walk a little slower because it’s really dark. I was relieved to went off on the other side of the bridge in one piece and with all of my gadgets still with me.
So I took the bus to Guad and thought I’ll get off at the MRT station where I just have to up a safer and more well-lit footbridge. Wrong! I didn’t know that buses let you off way beyond the MRT station to the footbridge that goes out near the Sogo hotel. When I got off the bus, I walked like a blur.
Knowing that every computer game has a final evil boss that you have to face before you finish the game, I lit a cigarette to appear tough. And like Mario getting a star, I walked like I can walk through anyone. I went down to JP Rizal and there I walked through a neighborhood who just happened to decide to get drunk and get violent and harass every passers by. I kept my cool, puffing out the smoke from my cigarette although deep inside I’m trembling like a little girl. I passed by a group of teenagers who obviously are drunk. One boy stood up and looked like he’s just staring at me trying to want to pick a fight. I’m not dumb so I tried to not look at him in the eye because I know it’s international sign for “bring it on, bitch” when you’re dared into a fight. But looking down my shoes pretending that I’m thinking, I noticed something coming out his shorts. It was so close when I realized he was peeing. That son of bitch was peeing and almost peed on my shoes. I didn’t look back because there’s more than 4 of them and I don’t wanna get beaten up. So I walked on turbo mode to our building where I was relieved to see manong guard and knew I was safe.
When I went up to our unit I noticed that my pants are wet. That son of a bitch peed on my pants like a dog marked his territory!
So lesson learned, be patient and wait for a cab. There ought to be one who’ll agree to take you wherever you want, well for twice the amount on December.





If I were rich

4 09 2010

I wanna be a billionaire so freakin’ bad

Well, not so much that I’d become high profile, can’t get to places without a bodyguard or paparazzi following you, or people plot murderous plans to gain my wealth. Gusto ko yung tama lang.

Minsan narinig ko mga katrabaho ko nag-uusap.

Richguy1: Sasabay
ka ba mamaya? (they apparently carpool)

Richguy2: Hindi, umuulan kasi kaya may dala akong kotse

MD: (nakisabat) naks, rich kid! Imbes na payong ang dala, kotse ang dala!


O kaya naman, I’m rich enough that I go to work just to keep myself busy or I do it just for fun. O kaya naman, linya ko kapag sweldo na: “Huh?! Sweldo na naman?! Saan ko naman kaya ilalagay yung barya ko?”

Hindi naman ako nagrereklamo. Sa katunayan, masaya akong lumaki ako sa payak na pamumuhay. Nagpapasalamat ako sa magulang ko na tinuruan kaming pasalamatan ang lahat ng mayroon kami at pag-pursigihan ang lahat ng gusto makamit. Naawa lang ako sa sarili ko everytime papasok ako sa trabaho at umuulan. Gamit ang payong na humatsing lang ako ay babaligtad na, nag-aabang ako ng masasakyan na tumatagal ng 15 to 30 mins. Minsan, nakita ko ang sarili ko na parang yung lalake sa commercial ng bangko na nagsasabing, “Someday, I’m gonna have my own car.” So sad, mga tsong! Tapos biglang matatalsikan ka pa ng tubig ng isang rumaragasang Expedition! So sad, indeed! Daig ko pa ang inaping bida sa isang Soap Opera na pinagbibidahan ni Juday or ni Santino.

Minsan naisip ko, ano kaya pakiramdam ng pinanganak kang mayaman na? Napapag-usapan namin madalas yan.

Kakiskisang siko sila Ayala, Araneta, EDSA, at sila Kris. Breakfast in Hong Kong… followed by brunch in Dubai… lunch in Italy… dinner in Paris… weekends in Santorini… haaay inggit me much!

Tapos on a weekday, if you can’t sleep, you’ll drive out to anywhere in the Metro on your <insert high-end car’s name here>.

Naisip ko bigla, baka may down side din naman ang pagiging rich. Although hindi ko pa malaman ngayon kung ano man yun, ang alam ko na masaya ako ngayong nakaranas ako ng paghihirap sa buhay ko noon. Dahil ngayong nakakaluwang ng kaunti at Taxi na ang sinasakyan hindi na jeep, or naglalakad, mas nakikita ko ang rason kung bakit ko kailangan pagdaanan ang lahat. Mas maa-appreciate mo ang bunga ng lahat ng pinaghirapan mo. Mas iva-value mo lahat ng bagay na kahit paano ay nakamtan mo.

Ngayon masaya pa rin naman akong kakiskisang siko ko ang mga taong hinubog din ng payak na buhay, pinatatag ng paghihirap at pinayaman sa mabubuting loob. Breakfast at my house… followed by yosi brunch in the streets… lunch at work… dinner at my house at weekends with Nani! Oha!

Then again, masarap pa ring mangarap.





Si Manong Driver

27 03 2010

Nagiging antukin ako lately. Hindi ako sanay kasi napaka-perky ko talaga lalung-lalo na sa mga pagkakataong maging super bibo kid ako. Kaya naman imbes na making ako, ito nakagawa ako ng bagong post. And disclaimer lang sa mga kasama ko na makakabasa nito, hindi po ako nabo-bore sa class natin kaya niyo ako laging nakikitang nagsusulat or nagdu-doodle. Ibig sabihin lang nun, pinipilit kong maging gising. Kasi kung talagang bored ako, matutulog na lang ako. Dapat yung face-off nila Gamu-gamo at Paru-paro ang ilalagay ko dito. Drafts pa rin eh. Kaya ito muna, mga kahabulan ko ah. Medyo mahaba kaya I expect walang magbabasa nito (sana meron).

I hate taxi drivers. Although I don’t generally think that all taxi/cab drivers are crooks, morons and/or assholes, but let just say for argument that most of them are. For someone who works on a night shift, like I do, we are most likely left with no other choice but to take a cab to work or else brave the dark city streets infested with crooks, morons and/or assholes.

For around 3 years, I’ve worked my way around the Metro via taxi. Kahit gaano kalayo pa yan, hanggat may magsasakay sa akin na taxi, magta-taxi pa rin ako kahit magkano pa ang babayaran ko. Kaya naman nabura na sa isip ko kung paano mag-commute (e.g. jeep, bus, MRT/LRT and the likes). Kaya naman siguro nakasakay na ako sa taxi ng halos lahat ng uri ng driver. I consider them all now my Frenemies. Kaya ito, inipon ko:

Driver Type: Choosy
Motto/Tagline: “Hmpf”
Favorite song: “I still haven’t found what I’m looking for” by U2

Sa mga ganitong uri ng driver ako buwisit eh. Namimili ng pupuntahan. Kaya naman natutunan ko na kung paano gumanti sa kanila. Choose one of two: Pagbagsakan ng pinto matapos silang murahin or pakyuhan; Pwede ring, wag mo na pagsarahan ng pinto.

Driver Type: Mangmang
Motto/Tagline: “Paki-turo na lang po ang daan…”
Favorite Song: “Where are you going” by Dave Matthews Band

Nakakainis din itong mga ito (actually lahat ng mga driver na maisusulat ko pa ay kinaiinisan ko). Bakit ka naging taxi driver kung hindi mo alam kung saan ka pupunta? Pero mabuti nang ganito kaysa sa naunang uri ng driver. Pero ang mahirap lang kapag pagod na pagod ka na at gusto mo na lang matulog sa taxi ay kailangan mo pa kung saan dadaan at pati siguro kung ano tatapakang pedal eh. Kaya sinasabihan ko, “Kaya ako, hindi ako magiging call center agent kung hindi ako marunong mag-english”

Driver Type: Parent
Motto/Tagline: “Matalino man ang matsing, naiisahan rin” (Hayup to, ginawa pa akong kapatid ni Kiko Matsing)
Favorite Movie: Ocean’s Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen and the likes.

Napansin ko rin lately, lumalaki ang binabayaran ko sa taxi. Normally, around PhP80 lang ang binabayad ko sa taxi from Buendia-P.Tamo to Global City. Pero napansin ko madalas pagpasok ko pa lang, hindi ko pa sinasabi kung saan ako pupunta, naka-flagdown na yung metro.

Driver Type: Ermetanyo
Motto/Tagline: “The end is near”
Favorite Song: “My Way”

Masaya makasakay sa taxi na ganito ang driver. Sila yung palaging may advice sa’yo. Opening Spiel nila: “Call Center ka?” Tapos nun hahaba ang usapan kahit ang sinabi mo pa lang, “Opo”. Pangangaralan ka niyan tapos pagbaba mo ng taxi feeling mo napakasamang tao mo na. Pero parang tipid ka rin kasi para ka na ring kumunsulta sa Therapist.

Driver Type: Manyakis
Motto/Tagline: “Wow, ang laki ng <d**e, p**e, t**e, or kung ano mang kabastusan>
Favorite Song(s): Kahit ano’ng kanta ng green republic.

May nakapagkwento sa amin dati noong nag-aapply na siya for promotion, sumakay siya ng taxi. At habang bumabiyahe ay hinahanda na niya ang sarili niya at kinakalma ang sarili hanggang sa maabot ang Zen mode, bigla siyang tinanong ng driver: “Pare, naka-kana ka na ba ng tomboy?” Ayun, basag ang Zen mode niya.

Driver Type: ATM
Motto/Tagline: “Barya lang po sa umaga, tanghali, hapon at gabi.”

Minsan nakasakay ako ng ganito ang driver ng taxi. Minsan palusot lang nila ito para mas lumaki pa ang patak ng metro. Kamag-anak sila ng mga Parent drivers.

Driver Type: Commentator
Motto/Tagline: “Alam mo kasi ang problema sa …”
Favorite Song: “Hoy Gising”

Mga avid listener ng AM radio. Laging nakaabang sa mga balita ng mga kurakot na government official. Ang tamang approach sa mga ganito ay tumango ka lang nang tumango and after every 3 nods, sabihin mo rin “Aah, oo nga”. Tapos biglang kabit ng earphone. 😀

Driver Type: Mysterious
Motto/Tagline: “…”

Madalas mga matatanda ito. Sila yung mga driver na walang imik. Ideal na driver. Kahit hanggang sa magbayad ka hindi ka pa rin kikibuin. Endangered Species sila.

Driver Type: Racer
Motto/Tagline: (hindi nakakausap, kasi abala kang magdasal)
Favorite Song: “Born to be Wild”

Para sila laging mauubusan ng kalsada. Mainam kapag nagmamadali ka na kasi hinahabol mong huwag ma-late para makakuha ka ng incentive dahil sa malinis mong attendance record.

Driver Type: Uzi
Motto/Tagline: (maraming tanong)
Favorite TV Show: The Buzz

Sila yung either, tatanungin ka ng Tough Ten (or more) questions habang bumabiyahe or silip nang silip sa rearview mirror habang may kalaplapan ka sa backseat (disclaimer: sabi ng mga kaibigan ko)

😀