Sunday, March 22, 2009
Monday, March 9, 2009
i believe
i believe in the goodness of the world.
i believe it could be expressed as a number or a pie chart.
i would like to compare it to a pie chart.
the whole pie is the world.
the pie slices are the parts that people own, have or posses (whatever it is).
the rich people have bigger slices.
the poor ones have smaller slices.
i belong to the average ones.
and i dont complain.
yes in would be nicer to have all the designer clothes i wish for.
all the shoes....
bags...
jewelry...
(sigh....women ☺)
however...there is only one world, therefore one pie.
owning a much bigger part of the pie would mean that someone else would have to sacrifice his part.
it would be okay if it would be the rich people.
what about if it would be the less fortunate ones?
so i wouldn't complain that i have just enough.
i even think the world was created in that way.
that there would be enough for everyone.
the other parts of the pie is not for me.
its for someone else.
just like saving part of the food for your loved ones.
i believe it could be expressed as a number or a pie chart.
i would like to compare it to a pie chart.
the whole pie is the world.
the pie slices are the parts that people own, have or posses (whatever it is).
the rich people have bigger slices.
the poor ones have smaller slices.
i belong to the average ones.
and i dont complain.
yes in would be nicer to have all the designer clothes i wish for.
all the shoes....
bags...
jewelry...
(sigh....women ☺)
however...there is only one world, therefore one pie.
owning a much bigger part of the pie would mean that someone else would have to sacrifice his part.
it would be okay if it would be the rich people.
what about if it would be the less fortunate ones?
so i wouldn't complain that i have just enough.
i even think the world was created in that way.
that there would be enough for everyone.
the other parts of the pie is not for me.
its for someone else.
just like saving part of the food for your loved ones.
Saturday, March 7, 2009
toys and forget-me-not
When I was given the chance to get to know Big better (we were in the same group of friends in the office but we had our own lives back then), i liked him. He's 5 yrs older than me and I think I found the Kuya i've been longing to have in him. He's matured. He has been through alot in this real world that is. He enjoys a lot of things, most of them I enjoy doing myself.
Well that's the positive side. There are two sides of a coin, so the kuya in him also includes having someone to criticize your outfit (not that i take his comments by heart. I believe in my sense of fashion.hehehe) and someone who constantly bullies and treats you as a kid most of the time (these really i hate).
However, there are things that i only knew when we were officially together. Like his obsession for toys.
From time to time the toys varies from cars to techy stuffs but most of the time, they are just the usual toys (a.k.a. Toys for big boys...action figures..toys).
While we were waiting for the last full show of watchmen last week, we (as usual) dropped by the toy stores.
M: hahaha...hurry...look at that woman she is so *something*..
B: oh?where? (not looking away from the toys)
M: oh...never mind. She's out of sight.
B: wow these stuff are really great!you can do a lot of things with them.
(and i take a look at the toys...validating his comment.)
B: (looks at me and suddenly becomes aware of my presence) you were saying something ngay? (he calls me ngangay)
In times like this, do i really have to answer back? Maybe. But perhaps i have to take a few deep breaths -- slow and easy, smile and attack...oh i mean, answer.
Well that's the positive side. There are two sides of a coin, so the kuya in him also includes having someone to criticize your outfit (not that i take his comments by heart. I believe in my sense of fashion.hehehe) and someone who constantly bullies and treats you as a kid most of the time (these really i hate).
However, there are things that i only knew when we were officially together. Like his obsession for toys.
From time to time the toys varies from cars to techy stuffs but most of the time, they are just the usual toys (a.k.a. Toys for big boys...action figures..toys).
While we were waiting for the last full show of watchmen last week, we (as usual) dropped by the toy stores.
M: hahaha...hurry...look at that woman she is so *something*..
B: oh?where? (not looking away from the toys)
M: oh...never mind. She's out of sight.
B: wow these stuff are really great!you can do a lot of things with them.
(and i take a look at the toys...validating his comment.)
B: (looks at me and suddenly becomes aware of my presence) you were saying something ngay? (he calls me ngangay)
In times like this, do i really have to answer back? Maybe. But perhaps i have to take a few deep breaths -- slow and easy, smile and attack...oh i mean, answer.
Thursday, March 5, 2009
lunch out
I was along a familiar sidewalk. The breeze is cool. My hair smells fresh. I reached the corner store with glass walls, I looked at my reflection and I felt good. Not much about the dress. Perhaps the confidence has changed the aura.
When I got to the place, I saw my friends waving at me with much excitement and anticipation. I signaled for them to wait for a while. I stayed outside and phoned my husband. The kids are good, dinner will be fine and everything is okay. I will have a great night.
So I walked in. The food was great. Coping up with the things we missed about each other was even better. I am having a great laugh when I heard someone from behind me calling my name. At first I hesitated but I heard it again.
I turned and felt a little dizzy. Everything was a blur. I had to close my eyes and open them little by little so I wouldn't pass out. I tried to focus a little on the person but I couldn't figure out who he was. I closed my eyes again and looked at the same person. He was smiling at me.
"How's it going? I need it within the day.", he said and left.
I looked back to my friends and found that I wasn't at the resaurant anymore. I saw a monitor right in front of me, my old bag right beside it, a box of tissue and my phone on the other side. I accidentally moved the mouse and the screensaver went out. The monitor showed an unfinished report. I felt my heart pound faster than usual. I scanned for a clock. 4:37pm.
Crap.
Moral lesson: don't eat too much for lunch. A few idle seconds may turn into moments like this.
When I got to the place, I saw my friends waving at me with much excitement and anticipation. I signaled for them to wait for a while. I stayed outside and phoned my husband. The kids are good, dinner will be fine and everything is okay. I will have a great night.
So I walked in. The food was great. Coping up with the things we missed about each other was even better. I am having a great laugh when I heard someone from behind me calling my name. At first I hesitated but I heard it again.
I turned and felt a little dizzy. Everything was a blur. I had to close my eyes and open them little by little so I wouldn't pass out. I tried to focus a little on the person but I couldn't figure out who he was. I closed my eyes again and looked at the same person. He was smiling at me.
"How's it going? I need it within the day.", he said and left.
I looked back to my friends and found that I wasn't at the resaurant anymore. I saw a monitor right in front of me, my old bag right beside it, a box of tissue and my phone on the other side. I accidentally moved the mouse and the screensaver went out. The monitor showed an unfinished report. I felt my heart pound faster than usual. I scanned for a clock. 4:37pm.
Crap.
Moral lesson: don't eat too much for lunch. A few idle seconds may turn into moments like this.
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