Saturday, August 25, 2012 3 comments

Enter without making pila

Kapag nagtatrabaho ka sa ibang bansa, wala kang choice kundi isama ang pag-uwi sa 'Pinas sa budget.

Siyempre dahil wala naman akong kasamang kamag-anak, umuuwi talaga ako tuwing may pagkakataon.

Hindi ko lang talaga gusto yung mga flights pauwi at pabalik dahil hindi ako kumportable sa mga plane rides. Ang hirap kayang matulog sa eroplano tapos may mga makakatabi ka pang mga pasaway. Yung mga singlaki ng bigas ung pantog na halos bawat minuto umiihi. Kaya hindi din minsan maganda ung nasa aisle dahil ikaw ung madalas maperwisyo.

May isang beses na umuwe ako para magbakasyon.

Dahil medyo napaaga ako, kumain muna ako sa isang cafe hanggang sa nawalan na lang ako ng gagawin kaya pumunta na ako sa gate kung saan ung flight namin.

Pagdating ng gate, andaming mga pasaherong naghihintay din for boarding. Kaya naupo na lang ako sa isa sa mga upuan malapit sa gate.

Almost 30 minutes ako naghintay bago nagsimula magtawag ung mga crew na pwede na magpapasok sa room pa lang kung saan ka maghihintay bago pumasok ng plane.

Humaba ang pila dahil nagdagsaan na ang mga tao nung nagpapasok na ng room yung guard.

So habang nakapila ako, may isang pamilya na kararating lang.

"Ano ba yan. Ang daming tao." sabi nung isang mukhang nanay sa grupo sa isang kasama niya.

"I know!" sabi nung isang lalaki na punum-puno ng kalambutan sa boses. Haha.

Dahil excited akong pumila, nasa likuran ako ng prusisyon.

Nakakatamad makipag-agawan ng pwest habang lahat naman makakapasok.

So isa lang ang pagitan namin nung bagong dating na family.

"Can't you call, what's-his-name, para naman we can enter without making pila?" sabi uli ni mukhang nanay.

Biglang nawasak ung dingding sa pagtaas ng kilay ko.

"I don't know. Siyempre he has work here so baka makaistorbo tayo."

"Sige na. Ang dami. He's a manager dito 'di ba?"

Habang isang baranggay din silang magkakasama.

"Sige, I'll try." sabi ni kuya in his ate-like voice.

Kaso nakailang minuto na, walang reaksyon si ate este kuya.

"Nope, not answering. Busy malamang."

"Fine." sagot na lang niya. "So, anu nga palang nangyari sa flight mo to Dubai?"

Uhmm.. magkakasama kayo diba?

"Nagkaissue with Thai Airways. Apparently, may problema sa connecting flights." tuloy ni kuya. "I called them again kagabi to sort things out. Kaso wala daw sila magagawa. So, I called my travel agent sa 'Pinas to ask for help."

In her most pasosyal na boses, "Like, ano nangyari after?"

"Wala din silang magawa. Ang sabi nung agent, I should let Philippine Airlines call Thai Airways and let them sort this out. Ang hassle, 'di ba?"

"Super!"

"I know! Hello? Ako ba may kasalanan? Kaya sabi ko dun sa agent, 'Ay naku, Miss. Kayo mag-usap. Hindi ko na problema yan.'" with matching hand gestures na ikapa-proud ni Mama Rene Salud.

"Like, so, anong gagawin mo niyan?"

"Well, kayanga ako nandito dahil hindi natuloy yung trip ko di ba? Shunga lang?"

"Haha oo nga naman."

"Buti alam mo. Kayanga hindi na tayo naghiwalay pagkarating natin dito 2 days ago."

Sabay na lang sila sa pagtawa hanggang sa nakapasok na kami ng room at humiwalay na ako ng pwesto sa kanila dahil hindi ko na kinaya ang kaartehan.

Unang-una, magkakasama sila sa buong trip, so bakit pinaguusapan pa hanggang sa pag-uwe? Hindi ba sila nag-uusap the entire 2 days?

Pangalawa, hindi ko maintindihan kung bakit kailangang gambalain pa yung kakilalang airport manager para lang makapasok sa room. Lahat naman pumipila. Lahat naman makakasakay.

May mga taong binigyan ng napakaraming biyaya na minsan nakakalimutan na nilang maging tao.
Tuesday, August 21, 2012 0 comments

"Please tell me your feelings."

A short story I found online that is worth sharing:
One young academically excellent person went to apply for a managerial position in a big company.
He passed the first interview, the director did the last interview, made the last decision.
The director discovered from the CV that the youth's academic achievements were excellent all the way, from the secondary school until the postgraduate research, never had a year when he did not score. 
The director asked, "Did you obtain any scholarships in school?" the youth answered "none". 
The director asked,"Was it your father who paid for your school fees?" The youth answered, "My father passed away when I was one year old, it was my mother who paid for my school fees. 
The director asked, "Where did your mother work?" The youth answered, "My mother worked as clothes cleaner. The director requested the youth to show his hands. The youth showed a pair of hands that were smooth and perfect. 
The director asked, "Have you ever helped your mother wash the clothes before?" The youth answered, "Never, my mother always wanted me to study and read more books. Furthermore, my mother can wash clothes faster than me. 
The director said, "I have a request. When you go back today, go and clean your mother's hands, and then see me tomorrow morning. 
The youth felt that his chance of landing the job was high. When he went back, he happily requested his mother to let him clean her hands. His mother felt strange, happy but with mixed feelings, she showed her hands to the kid. 
The youth cleaned his mother's hands slowly. His tear fell as he did that. It was the first time he noticed that his mother's hands were so wrinkled, and there were so many bruises in her hands. Some bruises were so painful that his mother shivered when they were cleaned with water.
This was the first time the youth realized that it was this pair of hands that washed the clothes everyday to enable him to pay the school fee. The bruises in the mother's hands were the price that the mother had to pay for his graduation, academic excellence and his future. 
After finishing the cleaning of his mother hands, the youth quietly washed all the remaining clothes for his mother. 
That night, mother and son talked for a very long time. 
Next morning, the youth went to the director's office. 
The Director noticed the tears in the youth's eyes, asked: "Can you tell me what have you done and learned yesterday in your house?" 
The youth answered, "I cleaned my mother's hand, and also finished cleaning all the remaining clothes." 
The Director asked, "Please tell me your feelings." 
The youth said, Number 1, I know now what is appreciation. Without my mother, I would not be successful today. Number 2, by working together and helping my mother, only I now realize how difficult and tough it is to get something done. Number 3, I have come to appreciate the importance and value of my family relationship. 
The Director said, "This is what I am looking for to be my manager. I want to recruit a person who can appreciate the help of others, a person who knows the sufferings of others to get things done, and a person who would not put money as his only goal in life. You are hired.
Later on, this young person worked very hard, and received the respect of his subordinates. Every employee worked diligently and as a team. The company's performance improved tremendously. 
A child, who has been protected and habitually given whatever he wanted, would develop "entitlement mentality" and would always put himself first. He would be ignorant of his parent's efforts. What he starts work, he assumes that every person must listen to him, and when he becomes a manager, he would never know the sufferings of his employees and would always blame others. For this kind of people, who may be good academically, may be successful for a while, but eventually would not feel sense of achievement. He will grumble and be full of hatred and fight for more. If we are this kind of protective parents, are we really showing love or are we destroying the kid instead? 
You can let your kid live in a big house, eat a good meal, learn piano, watch a big screen TV. But when you are cutting grass, please let them experience it.  
After a meal, let them wash the plates and bowls together with their brothers and sisters. It is not because you don't have a money to hire a maid, but it is because you want to love them in a right way. You want them to understand, no matter how rich their parents are, one day their hair will grow gray, same as the mother of that young person.  
The most important thing is your kid learns how to appreciate the effort and experience difficulty and learns the ability to work with others to get things done.
We get used to things being handed to us that we sometimes forget how to appreciate them. Lalo na pagdating sa mga pinaghirapan ng mga magulang natin dahil lagi nating iniisip na we deserve these things.

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I found several sources: here, here, here and here. If this is your work, let me know so I can credit you properly.
Saturday, August 18, 2012 0 comments

Xin Chào, Ho Chi Minh!

Siyempre dahil minsan lang magkakaroon ng oras at pera para makapagbakasyon, natuloy na din sa wakas ang vacation namin sa Ho Chi Minh, Vietnam.

Parang Metro Manila lang ung mismong city nila kaya naman sobrang at-home kaagad ako.

Medyo nakakaworry lang kung mag isa ka dahil hindi lahat sila marunong mag-English at minsan mahirap pa makuha ang accent nila so puro turo at hand symbols lang ang gagawin mo para magkaintindihan kayo.

Buti na lang, may mga kasama ako at sila ang bahala sa pakikipagusap.

Dumating kami ng gabi kaya pagkacheck-in, nag-ikot-ikot na kami sa area.

Una naming pinuntahan yung Ben Thanh Night Market nila at dun na din kami nagdinner.




Day 1 - Mekong River

Kasama ang tour guide naming si Khanh na madaming H sa pangalan, punta kami sa Mekong River. Sa 2 oras na byahe, wala akong ibang nakita kundi mga motorbikes.

Sabi ko nga sa mga kasama ko, effective ang ad ni Marian sa Vietnam. Ang dami-daming motorbikes!







After ng 2 oras na paiba-iba ng upo sa van, nakarating din kami sa destinasyon namin. Kaso may panibagong boat ride pa pala uli para lang makarating kami uli sa mismong island.

Pagdating namin dun, saka kami nag-ikot-ikot para maexperience ang buhay ng mga tao sa isla at kung anong mga produkto nila ang nandun.







Day 2 - Củ Chi Tunnels at City Tour

Kala ko tapos na ang pagpapaitim namin, hindi pa pala.

Sakto dahil nakaitim pa naman ako ng 2nd day.

Kaya lalo ko lang naramdaman ang pagmamahal ng araw sa akin.

Una naming pinuntahan, kasama ung bagong tour guide, Dinh, yung Củ Chi district ng Ho Chi Minh dahil yung mga tunnels dun ang isa sa mga tourist spots ng city. Ito ung mga tunnels na ginamit noong Vietnam War.

Nandun din pinakita kung pano ginagawa ung Rice Paper nila na ginagamit para sa mga Goi Cuon (Spring Rolls) nila. 












Pagkatapos noon, bumalik na kami sa syudad para maglunch at tapusin ang part 2 ng city tour.

Pumunta kami sa Reunification Palace, Vietnam Post Office at dun sa War Museum nila.
















Parang 'Pinas lang ang Ho Chi Minh kaya for sure makakabalik ako dito soon. Sana lang next time, mas madali na mag-ikot-ikot para mas masaya ang experience. :)

Pinakanaenjoy ko was the food. Sobrang sasarap ng pagkain nila. Lalo na ung mga spring rolls.

More photos here.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012 0 comments

Free Smells?

Dahil mukha ng afro ang buhok ko, nagdecide akong magpagupit sa suking barberya para naman hindi ako mukhang ewan pagdating ng trip namin sa Ho Chi Minh.

So, habang naghihintay ako, tingin-tingin lang ako sa paligid at nagpaplano na ng mga bibilhin at gagawin sa bakasyon namin hanggang sa nakita ko 'to...



Hmm.. parang may mali..

Cookies ang produkto kaso ang mga words na ginamit eh medyo kakaiba.

'Free Smells'

'Lumps and bumps'

Wala akong alam sa pagluluto or pagprepare man lang ng mga pagkain kaso hindi yata ito ang mga bagay na gusto mong i-associate sa pagkain mo.

Saturday, August 11, 2012 0 comments

Oh no you didn't!

Hindi ako sure kung saan ako mas affected.

Sa puta-red hair or sa kakakagat-lang-ng-bubuyog lips ni ate.



Eto pa.




[Source 1, Source 2]
Tuesday, August 7, 2012 0 comments

Anong design ng tattoo ang gusto mo?

Matagal ko nang naisipang magkatattoo. Kaso naman, ang kinakatakot ko lang is baka pagsisihan ko lang ang makukuha ko.

Baka mali ang masulat.





Or worse, baka paglaruan ako ng tattoo artist.

Ang nawawala mong ina.

Kaya naman nagbasa-basa ako ng mga kung anu-anong articles tungkol sa mga pwedeng disadvantages ng pagkakaroon ng tattoo.

Lalo lang akong kinabahan.

Isa sa pinakamalaking risk is infection.

At hindi ko na ipopost dito ang picture. Sayang ang lunch.

Siyempre kung magpapahawa ka, dapat love mo diba? Haha

Kaya imbes na dagdagan ko pa ang mga aalalahanin ko, naghanap na lang ako ng inspiration kapag ready na ako ma-devirginize...

sa tattoo.

Madumi isip? Haha

Pwedeng cartoon character..

Lakas maka 90s. Mas bagay sa mga barako.

Tapos sa kabila naman si Patrick.

Kaso bakit sa paa?

Pwede din namang artista..

Make sure kilala mo ang ipapalagay mo.

Ang fresh lang ni Britney dito.

Or yung mga sikat na sikat na Chinese or Japanese characters. Kaso pano kapag wala kang kakilalang Chinese, Korean, Japanese, Indian, Thai, Arab, Cebuano, Chavacano at Ilokano?

Baka mali pa ang maisulat.


Ang gusto is,  'To fight is to suffer' kaso ang nakuha niya means 'Exhausted/Poor'


Ang gustong meaning is 'Fear no man' kaso ang nakuha niya meant 'Coffin Man'. Source.

Dapat daw 'Chi' kaso ang nakuha niya is 'Rice'. Source.
Sakto lang naman sa isda diba?


Or kung medyo out of this world ang napagtripan, pwede ding...

Hindi mo siya mababackstab kahit kelan.

Pwede ding mukha ni Vice Ganda. LOL

May mga tattoo din na for practical reasons ang dahilan. Yun bang pwedeng magamit sa pang-araw-araw na mga gawain.

Tamang-tama sa morning meetings.

Kaso iilan lang ang tattoo na tugma sa lahat ng binanggit ko.

Kaya nung nakakita ako ng tattoo na pwede, Copy + Paste + Print agad.

Creative? Check!

Walang chance para magkamali ng spelling? Check!

May pagka-cartoon? Check!

Practical? Check!


Kaya naman...

Eto na lang ang ipapa-lagay ko.



With this, hindi na halata ang manboobs ko, matutuwa pa ang mga kids. :)

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