Singkong Duling at kung ano ano pang halinghing

Ano ba halaga ngayon ng singko sentimo? Singkwenta sentimo? Beyte Singko sentimos? Halos wala na diba? Pero ang piso, di magiging piso kung walang apat na beyte singko, o sampung dyis, o beynteng singko. At ang isa ko pang gustong sabihin ay mahirap mag Math, lalo na kung tagalog.

Alam nyo namang mataas ang respeto ko at pagpapahalaga sa mga magngagawa, lalo na sa mga sector ng serbisyo. Maliit man ang tingin ng iba, pero alam kong mahirap ang trabaho nila. Hindi ko kayang makipag plastikan sa mga tao walong oras mahigit sa isang araw.

Pero minsan talaga di ko maiwasang mapa iling pag nakikita kong mismong silang naghahatid ng serbisyo hindi alam kung pano magpahalaga sa kostumer. Mga simpleng etiketa sa pakikipagtransaksyon sa pang araw araw na trabaho nila.

Minsan nasa supermarket ako upang maggroseri. Normal na minsan pag buong pera ang ibibigay mo, tatanungin ka kung me mas maliit kang halaga. Oo nga naman, mauubusan sila ng panukli. Kahit problema nila un, para maiwasang makagambala sa iba pang mamimili, manghihingi sila ng mas maliit.

Sa pagdating naman sa pagsusukli, nakakatuwa pag bibigyan ka nila ng dyis o singko. Kasi nadidisplay lamang nmn ito sa bahay at di nagagastos. Minsan kendi nalang naibibigay nila.

Pero itong isang kahera, ewan ko ba kung absent o may sadyang saltik sa kukote at mahilig mag asyum. Asampshunista ang loka. P10.25 ang aking sukli. Dyis pesos at beyte singko sentabos.

Ano ba’t maitanong nya na “Ser, Ok lang ba na kulang ako ng beyte singko?”

Magsasabi namn agad ako ng “Oo, walang problema,” madali lang nmn ako kausap, me kasama pang matamis na ngiti at isang kindat sa singkit kong mga mata.

Pero ano ba ang beyte singko? Kakapiranggot nmn talaga un. Pero kahit ganon man, kagandahang asal ang mano bang magtanong ka man lang kung ok lang na kulang.

Eh ang lintik na hitad, basta abot ng dyis sabay baling na ang tingin sa susunod na customer.

Nakakapang init ng bayag! Ang sarap lang pandilatan at magsisigaw para lang sa beyte singkong galinggit.

Un lang. Gusto ko lang i-share. Na minsan sa pangaraw araw nating pakikihalubilo sa mga tao, madami na tayong nakakalimutan na gawin. Hindi din naman kasi pinapansin.

Me mga babaeng pagbubksan mo ng pinto at pauunahin, mano bang mag teykyu.

Me mga taong gogud morningan ka, mano bang maki good morneng ka din.

Me mga taong kakain sa fastfood. Mano ba man lang na kumain na parang tao, oo at may nagliligpit, pero di nmn ikamamatay kung pagaanin mo ang pagliligpit ng crew ng fastfood diba?

Me mga taong kung makapag pawis sa gym kala mo’y paktori ng mantika sa pagka grasa ng pawis, maanta pa. Mano ba man lang punasan ung bench na pinag higaan.

Ang mga Pilipino, ang daming reklamo, pag dating sa Singapura, kung maka puri, ”Ang linis linis! Di gaya sa Pinas!”

Eh pag dating naman sa Pinas, sila pa nangunguna magtapon ng balat ng kendi sa kalsada. Ang sakit nyo sa pilik mata! Mygas abelgas!

Ay nako, madami pa akong rants sa sa mga taong ganyan. Nauubos ang pasitib energy ko sa mga taong ayaw ayusin ang maikli nilang pamumuhay sa mundong ito.

At ngayon ko lang nalaman na ang halinghing pala ay ungol ng kasarapan. Wala lang, gusto ko lang ilagay sa titulo ng post na ito. Me reklamo? Di nmn bastos ah. Swak padin sa imahe kong ubod ng linis, walang kokontra. Ang di ko lang maintindihan, bakit beyte singkong duling? Nakakduling ang beyte singko? Leche! Asan ang dksyunaryo kong tagalog!

Bow.

Kapayapaan. Pagmamahal. TnT (Tawa ng Tawa)

Ingrid Michaelson - The Way I Am

Music break muna. :P

If you were falling, then I would catch you.
You need a light, I'd find a match.

Cuz I love the way you say good morning.
And you take me the way I am.

If you are chilly, here take my sweater.
Your head is aching, I'll make it better.

Cuz I love the way you call me baby.
And you take me the way I am.

I'd buy you Rogaine when you start losing all your hair.
Sew on patches to all you tear.

Cuz I love you more than I could ever promise.
And you take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.
You take me the way I am.

The Socrates Triple Filter Test

In ancient Greece , Socrates was reputed to hold knowledge in high esteem.One day an acquaintance met the great philosopher and said, "Do you know what I just heard about your friend?"

"Hold on a minute," Socrates replied. "Before telling me anything, I'd like you to pass a little test. It's called the "Triple Filter Test".

"Triple Filter?""That's right," Socrates continued. "Before you talk to me about my friend, it might be a good idea to take a moment and filter what you're going to say. That's why I call it the triple filter test."

"The first filter is TRUTH. Have you made absolutely sure that what you are about to tell me is true?" "No," the man said, "actually I just heard about it and..."'All right," said Socrates. "So you don't really know if it's true or not.Now let's try the second filter, the filter of GOODNESS. Is what you are about to tell me about my friend something good?"

"No, on the contrary......"

"So," Socrates continued, "you want to tell me something bad about him, but you're not certain it's true. You may still pass the test though, because there's one filter left, the filter of USEFULNESS. Is what you want to tell me about my friend goint to be useful to me?"

"No, not really."

"Well," concluded Socrates, "if what you want to tell me is neither true nor good nor even useful, why tell it to me at all?"

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Thus, dear YOU, if y'll be coming to me just to tell something bad about a friend of mine, DO NOT EVEN BOTHER. If it's something important, don't you think I'd know that already? And if that something bad is about ME, I DON'T GIVE A FREAKING SH**. I hate it when someone whom I haven't even met, though possibly had some online short exchange of "hi's and hello's," would tell people of some "fact" about me or a friend of mine. Really, don't you have other things to do, or maybe your OWN friends to talk about? Bihira ako magalit, so wag moko susubukan. Brat ako sa totoong buhay. Un lang BOW.

A letter from a teenage Filipino to the WHOLE WORLD

I was in the office at that time when the hostage taking was happening. I read updates in twitter, and was saddened by the outcome. My first thought was, "kawawa nman ung mga namatay, at ung mga naulila." I searched the net to know more about hte event. What I found was people blaming other people, pointing fingers, cursing eachother. I'm no political analyst, nor do I have knowledge in the art of war, or at least in hostage negotiations. Thus I leave the scrutiny of this event to others.

I can only offer prayers, and hope that one man's action will not pose much of a problem on how we Filipinos are perceived.

Amidst the noise all these has caused, I found one letter from a young teenager. I found it simple, yet humbling in a way. I wish most of us could be like this youngster. Still full of pride of his heritage, apologetic, yet still proud, defensive, yet not condoning, a young Filipino, yet understands the World.

I urge you to read his letter:
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August 23, 2010

"A letter from a teenage Filipino to the WHOLE WORLD”

As you are reading this letter, I bet that you have seen/heard about what happened earlier in our country.

Tourists were hostages of a policeman here, Rolando Mendoza. After a few hours of the horrible crime, some of the victims were dead including the hostage-taker.

I wrote this letter not just to apologize but also to let everyone know that we Filipinos are not all like Mendoza. We are loving and good-hearted people.

For so many years, our country has been standing tall and surpassing every dilemma; be it small or big. Years ago (back when I wasn’t born yet), you have watched us fight for what we think is right. We fought for the democracy of our nation.. The EDSA revolution. But that’s just one out of many.

Second. We Filipinos have been serving other countries for our families and we treat you as our own as well. With all due respect, I thank you all for giving us the trust through the years. For helping us to become what we are now.

The Philippines is more than just a group of islands. We are a nation of strong and remarkable people. A country of beauty and love known to be hospitable and well-valued. I humbly apologize for what happened tonight. No one in this world would want something like that to happen for life should be valued.

I politely ask the attention of the world. Please do not judge and mistreat us just because of what happened tonight. I have been searching the net and found terrible things. Hong Kong advices to avoid travels here, China and HK bans Filipinos and that Philippines is the worst place to go.
I can’t blame you for what you have decided but I hope that you could understand. Our country is now in a sea of problems. And I know for sure that we helped you in a way or another. Let peace and understanding reign this time.

I know that this letter will just be trash but I wish that you would understand. On behalf of the Philippine population.. WE ARE SORRY.

As a song puts it…
And I believe that in my life I will see an end to hopelessness, giving-up and suffering. And we all stand together this one time then no one will get left behind. Stand up for life. STAND UP FOR LOVE

Sincerely yours,

Reigno Jose DilaoCatbalogan City, Samar
(End of Letter)
source here:
http://www.allvoices.com/contributed-news/6581538-a-letter-of-apology-from-a-filipino-teenager-after-the-hostage-drama

Hurt, pain, sadness...

... they say they last only for a few minutes to an hour...

... anything beyond that is self inflicted.

Why do we love?

Because we were made out of love...

Yummy Big Roberto's

I know you want ‘em big. And Roberto’s can give you “big”. Queen big.

That didn’t sound all too right. Haha! But heck, that’s what came to mind when dear ol’ Geek brought me siopao at work.

I’m a big fan of siopao, but experience taught me never to expect too much with siopao’s. Even Siopao factory doesn’t measure up to what siopao should be.

All bread and nothing inside.

So you’ll have to forgive me if I rave too much about this local siopao. The Queen siopao had half a boiled egg inside – half, not thin slices of, it’s freaking HALF. And the meat, they could have been one small plate serving of your meat (pork/ chicken) viand. And it doesn’t need sauce to make it all too yummy. The size of the queen siopao covered more than half of my laptop. That big.

So despite my unending battle and resolve to get that much attained Orosman abs, I just can’t say no to one Queen Roberto’s siopao. And eating Ministop siopao would never be the same again.

And that’s why I half hate and love going to Iloilo.

Cheap delicious food.

Friends and colleagues who feed you like pig.

Iloilo = fat me. This is now the start of my Iloilo food posts. I just can't help but eat whenever

Roberto’s
#61 J.M. Basa Street, Iloilo City
Telephone No. 3350484, 3371595

http://ilonggos.net/iloilo/iloilo-food/robertos-siopao-iloilo

Sugar Rush

I’ve encountered so many different people in my life. Most of them are like aspartame. Almost 200 times sweeter than sugar, artificial, and breaks down at higher temperature, leaving a bitter after taste. A lot of people are like aspartame.

But you…

You are a different kind.

You’re like sucralose. 600 times sweeter than sugar, no calories, stable at higher temperature, good for cooking yummy cakes.

Of course both types would have their supposed bad effect.

But no one’s perfect. All you have to do is find that one perfectly imperfect for you. And when you do, you finally experience your sugar rush.

And I experienced it with you.

My sweet sugar rush.

"Happy to Serve"

The sharing of happiness was translated into different languages, different words, and different gestures. Some hide in simple words such as Hi and Hello. And at times they become a valuable tool for motivation.

For those who know me personally, would notice that I’d sometimes engage in short 15-second conversation with toll gate tellers. I got that from my dad, who’s technically my older tweetums version. I started noticing it with the traffic aid assigned to our school when I was still in 4th grade. From then on, I noticed he’d do the same with cashiers, toll gate tellers and the like. He’d utter a simple greeting (and maybe throw in some pambobola here and there).

Last Saturday morning while seated at the passenger’s side, and me on the wheel…

[SLEX toll gate]
Dad: Good morning! (while leaning over my side to grin at the unsuspecting teller.
Female teller [FT]: *looks at dad and gives out the most nonchalant poker face she could possibly muster*
Dad: *repeats loudly* Good Morning!
FT: *looks at me and gives me my change and went to stare at the next car*
Me: (thinking) she must be going through something, tough times.
Stepmom: HANGSARAP INGUDNGOD SA LUPA!
Dad: Ngudngod agad! Kaw naman, ok na ung sa atin naggaling ung mabuting asal, di namn kelangan mag expect ng kapalit.
Stepmom: Kahit na GMRC un!
Dad: Oo nga, at least ginawa mo na ung part mo, move on (naks si daddy munu-move on).

Indeed, one needs not expect something in return for simple good naturedness and small courtesy/ies.

If it is reciprocated, then it becomes a beautiful exchange of goodness. But the purpose should always try to become a blessing to another. Receiving/ reciprocation only becomes a bonus feat, not a requirement.

Last weekend, my dad once again reminded me to reciprocate, if not be the first source of goodness, starting with the usual “good mornings” that I’ve ignored. How many of you have greeted back or at least reacted to everyday greetings?

“Good morning! See you at the next flight!” - flight attendant 9i noticed foreigners are the only one acknowledging back)
“Thank you for coming!” – McDo crew
“Thank you for coming mam-ser!” – SM sekyu guard
“Windshield ser?... thank you ser! Balik po kayo!” – Petron attendant
“Good morning sir!” – building security guard… with a stick

I scored 3 out of 5. How about you?

Sometimes such greetings become automatic and have lost their meaning. Some establishments have tried going out of the box and making some greetings more fun.

Have you tried mimicking SM supermarket crew members whenever the signal bell gets played?

ding ding ding!

*clap* *clap* *clap* “Happy to serve!” *thumbs up sign*

Customer service is more fun when you have fun customers. Try being those fun ones.

*clap* *clap* *clap* “Happy to serve!” *thumbs up sign*

*wink* *wink*