Our two handy helpers.

This is somehow a continuation of my previous post. Problems, as I’ve said, aren’t that bad when you think about it. But in order to see that good in them, you of course have to get through it first. What do you do or who do you rely on when it comes to finding ways to solve those pesky dilemmas? If you ask me, I have two things, or whatever they are, to rely on.

I consider these as two of the handiest things we humans have. They save our butts at times, but they sometimes make life a living hell. When we have those forks in the road, these two instantly begin to fight. Yes, they are your tough companions in life, your heart and your mind.

At times these two work in tandem. The two, when working as one, create a formidable team to contend with and makes solving life’s toughest problems a lot easier. One would need the other to make a reasonable and explainable thought about something. This is to balance out what the two might lack or be weak at. I mean, you just can’t have a say about something without considering what you think about it logically and what you feel about it. Might the two disagree at some of each other’s ideas, they’ll always meet in the middle and come up with something that’ll sure wow the audience, you. Sometimes the best solution, decision, or idea is best taken from both sides of the equation. Wow, that ending went horribly wrong. Hahaha~

However, you sometimes have to choose one between the two. Sure, they’re good when they’re together. But there can be times that one’s reasoning may be better than the other. The mind can provide you a logical, more commonsensical idea while the heart can showcase a poignant, more emotional one. Mind you, but deciding to partner with one of the two might give weird consequences. But hey, that’s what life is about, right? The thrill that uncertainty brings is proof that life involves a lot of choosing and acting. Anyway, choosing sides may look absurd at a glance, but it might actually save you when you get into a tight spot that in order for you to solve, choosing between the heart and the mind is the key.

Problems are such a bother to solve. But with the help of these two, things will be a bit easier for you.

…Why only a bit, you ask? Problems still have to be tough. That’s how they work their magic. But the two make solving them easier by giving you a sense of direction and a way to actually find reasonable ways to solve it instead of making reckless decisions and actions ourselves. Anyway, aside from sticking to the positives, be smart when thinking of ways to solve your problem. When all else fails, your heart and your mind will always be there to back you up anyway.

Stick to the positives.

I was going to talk about peas (Thanks for the reaaally great idea, Mia.=.=). Buuuuut… no. And i’m terribly sorry if the post sucks. I can’t really think of anything to write these days.

“Ma’am, natutunan ko pong mahirap magmahal.” *slaps Pedro in the arm then laughs with classmates*

I jokingly said this to my teacher in INTRIST when she asked the class to tell anything that we learned before that class last week. A bit too over-the-top, eh?

Anyway, let’s move on to the main topic. Everyone has problems. They are such a bother since you usually have to handle two, or even ten, at the same time. These can make us do a lot of things which can go from unusual to, hopefully it doesn’t reach this point, suicidal. Yes, if I could swear here for every person tells me that he or she has a problem, I’d probably do it… Well, not really. That’ll just be stupid. And problems aren’t all that bad.

As I’ve said, problems aren’t fun. And sadly, it’s one of those never-ending cycles in life. When a problem has been successfully dealt with, it doesn’t mean you’ll be free of ‘em. And when it comes, I guess the only thing we can do is try to think, prepare, and resolve. It doesn’t always have to be serious, though. For example, I always try to lighten up and clear my mind through fun to lighten the mood. The solution will just pop up eventually. Sometimes it works out for me. Other times, it doesn’t. Either way, I still get a lot from what happened.

Our dilemmas aren’t really bad if you think about it at a different perspective. In fact, having problems is the very reason why we humans got this far technically and socially. Imagine what the world would be today if the cavemen from the stone age didn’t invent the wheel to solve some problem they have then. Where would all those thingamajigs we have now be? Imagine what would’ve happened if you didn’t give that bouquet of flowers to her during Valentines after a big fight. Would you celebrate your seventh year-wedding anniversary today? If you ask me, problems are miracles, only with a catch. They make you tougher, stronger inside. They give you all the knowledge you need just in case a similar problem to what you’ve had before wreaks its ugly head. It doesn’t look like it because you’ll be bombarded like hell first. But trust me, it’s all worth it. You’ll really get a lot from ‘em.

I know that I really didn’t really need to post about this because you probably know this already. I just wanted to remind those people who seem to be blinded with too much problems that reacting too irrationally to them is just ludicrous (Feeling miracle worker e ‘no.). Stick to the positive, dudes and dudettes. Problems aren’t really your enemies.

I wear blue.

You See the World Through Blue Colored Glasses

You live your life with tranquility. You have faith that things will work themselves out with time. You judge all your interactions through the lens of hope. You try to get all the facts before forming your opinion. You face challenges with wisdom. You know that all bad things pass, and you have the confidence to see problems through. You see love as the utmost expression of trust. Your relationships tend to be peaceful and stable. At your worst, you can be cool, melancholy, and detached. You sometimes have to step back from emotionally charged situations. You are at your happiest when you are able to reflect and relax.

What Color Glasses Do You See the World Through?

I posted this to stall. I was going to post something else. But I couldn’t think of anything yet.XD If you want to take the quiz yourself, click the link above or here. And if you want, post the result you got at the comments section of this post. See you.:)

Bakas ng Kahirapan sa Perlas ng Silanganan (Lakaran sa Baclaran)

Ngayon ko lang natapos i-type ‘tong post na ‘to. Ang hirap ikwento nung mga nangyari noon e.

Noong ikalabing lima ng Mayo nang tanghali, pumunta ako ng Robinsons Manila kasi wala akong magawa. Pero bago ako makapunta, siyempre kailangan ko muna bumiyahe. Dahil halos lahat ng mga San Agustin  at Erjohn & Almark na mga bus na papuntang Lawton ay puno, napilitan akong sumakay ng Lorna Express kasi kung hindi, iihawin ako ng malakas na sinag ng araw. Pero patungo si Lorna sa Pasay. Ayoko naman bumaba doon kasi maraming beses na akong nakakasakay at nakakababa dun. Kaya naisipan kong bumaba sa isang lugar na bihira ko lang tapakan: sa Baclaran.

…tsaka nasiraan din kasi yung bus doon. Wala na rin naman akong masyadong pagpipilian. Kaya sinubukan kong hanapin ang LRT station para makapunta sa Pedro Gil na magbibigay-daan sa aking paglalakbay papunta sa Robinsons Manila. Mabalik sa usapan, hindi naman ‘to ang una kong beses na makapunta sa Baclaran. Madalas napapadaan ako doon para sumakay ng multicab para makapunta ng SM Mall of Asia. Pero yun lang. Nakabalot na sa isang malaking misteryo ang mga pasikot-sikot doon.

 Tinalasan ko ang aking pakiramdam (Salamat kay Rowen sa pagturo sa akin ng phrase na ito) kasi baka manakawan ako. Mas naging observant ako sa aking paligid. Wala naman akong namalayang nagtangkang nakawan ako, pero marami naman akong napansin.

Mga pambahay, panlakad, panligo’t pambabang mga damit ang pumaligid sakin nang ako’y makapasok sa isang hilera ng mga tindahan.

“Brief po sir!”

“Ate bili ka na nito, mura na lang o.”

“Maglibot-libot muna kayo tapos pagkabalik niyo, tuyo na ‘tong baso niyo.”

“O, bili na bili na bili na bili na bili na~ Pantulog o, pantulog, walompung piso na lang~”

“Ate sampaguita po. Limang piso lang po.”

Hindi lang yan. Paglabas ko sa mala-kwebang linya ng mga tindahan, marami pang sumalubong sakin.

Maraming tao, iba’t ibang raket. May nagtitinda ng mga wind-up na laruan, may nagbebenta ng mga plastic bag na maganda tignan, may ukay-ukay na tila bidding ang estilo para makabenta, may nagbebenta ng mani sa isang tabi, may mga kargador na nagkandapawis na sa kakabuhat ng kay laking mga bloke ng yelo, may pakinig-kinig na lang sa kanilang mga MP3 player kasi mabagal ang business, may mga barker na walang limitasyon ang mga boses at may mga nanlilimos na naghahanap ng pantubos sa kanilang pang-araw-araw na pangangailangan…

Di ko alam kung ano dapat ang mararamdaman ko sa mga nakikita ko. Natutuwa ako kasi nalaman kong sadyang masikap ang mga Pilipino. Nakakalungkot nga lang na mahirap hanapin ang ginhawa sa ganoong lagay. Ang malagim na katotohanan ay ang ilan sa kanila ay patuloy na linalabanan ang madidilim na mga kamay ng kahirapan.

Nagtanong ako kung nasaan ang Baclaran LRT station sa isang tindera doon. “Diretso tas kaliwa,” wika ng ale.

Aba’y sinalubong nanaman ako ng mga tindahan. Sa pagkakaalam ko, hanggang malapit sa EDSA station yun. Mas di-kanais-nais ang sitwasyon doon. Ang dami kong nakasalubong manlilimos. Hindi ako halos tinigilan. Mas maraming sigawang nagmumula sa mga tindero’t tindera doon. Mapapantayan na halos siguro ang ungol ng mga LRT na dumadaan doon. Bukod sa pagiging basa’t madumi, mas siksik ang mga tindahan dito. Napakahirap gumalaw. Halos di ko na nga nahanap yung akyatan sa LRT. Pero ayun nga, nahanap ko.

Napaisip ako nang nakasakay na ko patungong Pedro Gil. Napakalungkot na isiping ang pera ay isa sa mga pinakadahilan kung ba’t ang bansa nati’y naghihirap hindi lamang sa pang-araw-araw na pamumuhay, kundi pati na rin sa aspetong kalikasan at pagiging isang bayan. Mabuti na lang at nagagawa pa rin nating bumangon sa pamamagitan ng pagsisikap at determinasyon.

 

Kaya sa darating na two thousand and nine elections, iboto ako, si Kevin “Pwog” Caballas, para sa isang matatag at magandang kinabukasan! Sabay-sabay tayo! PWOG! PWOG! PWOG! PWOG~

 

Hindi nagtagal ay nagulo ang aking pagmumuni-muni nang sumubsob ako sa pagtigil ng LRT sa Quirino Station. Humakbang ako pababa, nakangiti. Sa wakas, nakarating na ko. Makakabili na rin ako ng Yu-Gi-Oh!!!

 

 

 

…Pero diba sa Pedro Gil station yung babaan na malapit sa Robinsons Manila?

So there were two people and one toilet cubicle…

…in the beach and the line to the toilet was so long. The worst part is that both their bladders were full. If they are unable to hold it in, a mighty punishment awaits them.

You can tell that these two are far from being alike. One of them was just standing there, cool, calm, and collected, while the other was shaking as if he had a fish in his underwear or something. Fish dude noticed that the line was moving too slow. It wasn’t long until he had enough. He went out of the line and then cut in front. He was so excited when the door finally opened that he felt that he didn’t have to go anymore. So he walked out contented and happy… and got laughed at. Obviously, he peed his pants.

Cool-calm, on the other hand, kept his… well… cool. He held it in and eventually peed in the proper place, avoiding heart-tearing embarassment.

 

I won’t talk about peeing and portapotties the whole post. On to business.

 

Impatience is becoming a nuisance in our everyday lives. It can annoy the heck out of you when you see a person who rants every second while he’s in a long line. Of course, you’re no exception. Maybe the bug’s inside you and you’re just not aware. Either way, it’s something that people don’t want.

It can affect any aspect of our lives. Might it be about our everyday routine, relationships with other people, or our emotions, impatience leads to disaster… well, maybe not a total disaster. Siguro parang, nakakagulo lang. I know I’m a bit overdramatic. But let’s face it. There are times that being impatient and always rushing things can lead to unwanted events, right? Take driving, for instance. Let’s say you get caught in a red light in an intersection. It’s taking forever for the light to turn green. Worse, there weren’t any cars crossing. So you drove through the red light because you got tired of waiting. It’s either you get owned by those MMDA guys while they take away your license or you get hit by a crossing motorcycle or something. We wouldn’t want that to happen now don’t we? Another example would be the typical ligaw situation where the guy asks the girl that he’s courting if they could take things to the next level from time to time even if he the girl told her tons of times already that sheisn’t ready yet. Then eventually the girl gives the yes not because she’s afraid of losing him. Of course things can work out between them then they’d live happily ever after. But there are times  impatience can get the better of the couple by concealing the dangers that await them and then at the right time, boom. *Catches breath* Whaaaat? It could happen.:P

But I guess impatience can save your arse from time to time. How, you ask? You’ve seen it in movies. Girl goes to the rest room. You (assuming you are a guy) get impatient. You rush into the unknown world of the girls’ bathroom. You find nothing inside except a ransom letter or something. blablabla~

Anyway, as you’ve heard countless of times already, patience is a virtue…

Impatience, however, isn’t.

The wasted summer days.

Summer vacation is slowly withering away. I only have less than two weeks to burn, then it’s back to (sleeping in) class again. I think I’ve already done everything within my capabilities and interests that I could think of to make my summer vacation worthwhile. To mention some, I…

…went out. A lot. I usually went to my friends’ houses or went mall hopping.

…stuffed my mouth with food. Food is my second love, sleeping being first. Sadly, I have to cut down because I’m getting fatter and fatter everyday. But I doubt that I’ll last without eating like there’s no tomorrow.

…slept like I was… yes. I think of summer as the perfect time to catch up with everyone’s good ol’ friend, Sandman. But I think I spent too much time around him nowadays.

…played DRA 2 like it’s a subject in school. Digimon Rumble Arena 2 (PS2) is the best game ever. Period. Compared to DRA2, every game existing COMBINED is like, “poot~”, while DRA2 is like, “BOOOOOM!!!” (I am so gonna get creamed by FF fans.). Anyway, since my friends and I bought that multitap, I became a lot more addicted. Tara punta kayo dito laban tayo (I was referring to you Cortez).XD

…Yu-Gi-Oh!-ed. Yes, I still play that TCG. I started when I was still in grade 6. Kung Magic nga may naglalaro pa diba, ba’t hindi?XD It’s a great way to get to know new people and the usual blablablabla~

…sang. I think I know why it started to rain all of a sudden this summer. I started tuning in to MTV and MYX in the middle of April more often. Since then, I’ve been singing a lot more. Just last week, I was FORCED to sing in Robinson’s Manila. Then, later that week, correct me if I’m wrong, but I think a storm came to the country. And I am to blame.

JAI HO~ *dances*

…did lots of other random crap. But most of the time, I just wasted my time looking at the ceiling, waiting for something to happen. Pretty boring, huh? *sigh* I need a new hobby or something.

Anyway, enough about me. What did you do all this summer?

In mother’s loving arms.

When you were still a kid, did you ask your parents the dreaded let’s-talk-about-this-when-you’re-older question? C’mon, you know!

*Mom, dad, and Junior were eating breakfast in the dining area.*

“Mom, dad, can I ask you something?”

“Why sure, son. Ask away.”

“Umm… I was just wondering. Were do babies come from?”

*Mom and dad stutters and silence filled the room.*

“…I think I hear the phone ringing, dear.”

“Y-Y-Yes, yes! Let me get it.” “W-wait, let me.”

*Mom and dad walked out of the room.*

Of course we all know the answer to that. Sure, our dads had something to do with it, too. But we know that the person who stuck with us since birth (literally) are our mothers. From feisty fetuses to angst-filled adolescents, they took good care of us. Even when we become adults, they would still be there cheering us on. Our mothers love us unconditionally, and that’s what I like about them.

Not sure on what to get her? As my friends Rowen and John Yu said to me when we were hanging out, give her LOVE. It doesn’t cost a thing but it’s the most priceless thing you can ever give to her. Yes, it’s cheesy. But all that she’ll need to know is that her kid(s) is/are happy and growing into fine men/women. Labo.XD

When I was young, I was so irritated whenever my mother treated me like I’m two or something. She wouldn’t let me go out when it was drizzling even though I had a jacket and an umbrella with me. She would always remind me to brush my hair, take a bath, or brush my teeth over and over everyday as if she was an alarm that was set to go off every morning. Frankly, I was quite irritated whenever she does this (I’m toast when my sister reads this.XD). And every year, this gets a lot more extreme since I’ll be a year older and become a lot more stubborn. But over the years, I’ve grown to appreciate what she does more. It’s not every time that someone treats you like you’re still four when actually, you’re already seventeen. And life won’t be the same when I go out to the world when I grow a little older. Better relish the moments while you still have her around, I guess.

If you’re one of those people who have something against their mom, then read this. They might scold you a lot, force you to do things that you really don’t want to do, or whatever. But this is because they want to discipline you and they want to protect you from more nasty stuff in the future. I know it’s a little unorthodox, but I guess we’ll just have to find out the real reason behind it when we become parents ourselves. And I guess this is another one of those trials that the Big Dude up high gives us to make us stronger. Honestly, I came to this part of my life (And again, I’m going to get it when my sister sees this.XD). And as I’ve said, I’ve grown out of it. You’ll eventually do too. That’s because I know that deep inside, I love my mother too much to get all worked about about it. 

Anyway, as we celebrate Mother’s Day, whether you’re at home, at sea, or at some hotel in front of Festival Mall during the event, we should always remember to thank our mothers for giving us everything they’ve provided us throughout our lives. And even if we grow older and apart from her, and dad, of course, we’ll always keep them close to our hearts and we’ll always be in her loving arms.

 

*Shouts out to my sister* Baka basahin mo bigla ‘to e.XD

My toaster got toast.

This is a sad attempt to cover up something I wanted to get out of my system for a few weeks now. It’s not that i want to bake or something. I based this one on a friend’s experience. This one’s pretty random, if you ask me.

 

 

When I was a kid, I wanted to be a famous baker. I was fascinated about how they get cheese and ham inside the bread and how they make plain, ordinary toast a part of a continental breakfast or something like that. I always asked my parents how bakers make such delicious pastries. And every time they would answer me with “They just mix flour, corn starch, water, and other yummy things then put it in an oven.” I wanted to become a baker so hard that I tried to surprise my parents by making the tastiest bread ever baked!

I didn’t know where I could get flour and corn starch, so i just substituted them with some flowers from the garden and baby corn from the fridge. I mixed them with water and added a bunch of sweets, a pack of sugar, and a pitcher of iced tea and a handful of dirt to add texture and a chocalate-like color. I didn’t know how to use the oven, so I placed it under the hot summer sun for an hour. Then I brought it to the dining table during lunch and showed it to my parents. They asked me what it was. “The greatest chocolate cake in the world,” I shouted with pride and joy. They giggled and put it outside. That was the last time I saw it. Maybe they ate it or something.

After lunch, my mom and dad went out to buy groceries. Having been left alone in the house, I started to ponder what it would be like if I become a famous baker. It wasn’t long until I fell asleep. It didn’t take long either for my parents to arrive and wake me up. I saw dad hiding something behind his back. I pointed at him, anxious about what new toy they bought. He brought it out, and to my surprise, it was a toaster. “If you want to become a real baker, you have to start small,” he said. My mom then brought out a loaf of bread just waiting to get toasted. I stole a hug from them and ran off with the goods.

My dream of being a baker was finally being realized that time. And it was all thanks to a toaster.

I was eager to plug it in. I could smell the aroma of all those pastries being baked at that moment. Then, just as I was heading my way to baker…land or something, all hell broke loose. When I plugged in the toaster, the mean ol’ outlet exploded, ruining the toaster which burned a little bit, and in turn, ruining my chances to become a baker. I was electricuted. I didn’t know what I would do next. My parents saw me helplessly lying on the ground. I muttered, “Poor… toaster…” I then passed out. I was sent to the hospital with my dreams shattered.

I woke up with the obviously screwed toaster in the table beside me. I was like, why did that happen? My parents told me that the outlet provided more electricity than the toaster needed.

I should’ve been more careful.

Thankfully, I recovered pretty well from that incident. It’s fun to laugh and look back at these kinds of experiences, especially because the stresses of being an accountant are tremendously… well… tremendous.

First Post~

After several times of going on hiatus from weblogging, I’m back… again, hoping that I don’t lose interest for the nth time. *sighs*

I missed those days when I thought of  new blog posts every day for my old blog, anxious to know what other people would think about my ideas. I’m no Shakespeare or J.K.~wabberblabber who are obviously adroit at wielding words, sentences, and all that. Still, at least in my own style and way, I want to express myself and show my ideas to add a touch of Pwog to the world…

…or something like that. I should stop. I’m getting cheesy.

Anyway, welcome to my new blog and thanks for taking the time to visit.