Monday, February 21, 2005

Mere Facades

I always marvel on the notion people have regarding me especially those who haven’t known me for a while. I was surprised one time when one of my pals relayed to me what this group of gals’ thought of me. They considered me suplado or unfriendly. Today, however, that line no longer bewilders me.

I am the type who doesn’t sashay on the alley to raise audience’s attention. Nor do I tell people through out-of-this-world gestures that I’m present. To simply put it, I don’t talk nor project a smile to people I don’t know personally.

There is also one thing that makes me laugh my lungs out. People thought I came from a well-off family. That my family is economically and financially well off. They, however, based their judgment on how I dress and project myself.

Our mother is telling us frequently to always look or dress neatly and clean even if your clothing just cost a few pennies. She hates to see us untidy. Remember one of the surf advertisements where Lumen is praised by her mother-in-law by this exact phrase: “ Wow, damit mayaman.”

They totally mistook me as a kidnap-for-ransom potential victim. My parent soils their hands daily to send us to school for our education. I had experienced sharing a small dried fish, a quartered chicken wing, a Target (a saucer full of salt where we dipped our fingers), a few drops of soy sauce with my siblings as provisions for many circumstances. I dwell in a bahay kubo (a native small nipa house) until this time. That’s no lie.

My mother keeps reiterating to us that it’s not what you eat that makes a good and dignified person. They are respect for others, respect of others and fear of God that makes a buxom personality and life.

You will always mistake me for something/someone else unless you come to know me better. Deep inside, I am bashful, however, candid. If you see me projecting a different picture, it is because my line of work requires it. In short, they are mere facades essential for my craft.

Thursday, February 10, 2005

NO People Pleaser

The MOST DIFFICULT thing to do is to PLEASE people who hate you – laong nila (people claimed).

It was Saturday (February 5 of 2005) and I was earnest to pay visit to somebody special to me. My heart was pounding fitfully in anticipation of seeing that somebody.

The feeling of excitement rushed more rapidly through my veins than I never had felt previously. Nearing their pad, I saw somebody who is so close to her. In a polite manner that I could muster, I asked him if the person I intend to see was there. I could not believe my ears when his words had conveyed a message so clear for my eardrum not to decipher.

In an instant, I found myself at the verge of cogitation. What have I done? Was my personal absence in the past days (weekends, to be precise) suggested a wrong perception that I was fooling around?

In the pessimist’s standpoint you apparently think, is he jealous of me? Am I not worthy accepting? Was I too much to deal with? Or am I a threat for their future?

Of course, I don’t concur with the pessimist’s position on the subject. Nor would the “the most difficult thing to do is to please people who hate you” thing is appropriate to put the situation in plain words.

That circumstance had refined my approach in life, instead. I came to realize, even it is true that it’s hard for people to readily accept us as we wanted them to do, that it’s not for the reason that they despise us. They have reasons that only them knew. We have to be aware of it and show them our respect.

Though it was hard on me to experience such circumstance knowing that I detest being an object of hate or misunderstanding (how should I put it?), I could not have any wits to complain.

Candidly, in this jiffy of time, I concerned myself by counting with my fingers the I-should-to-do-things ought to be done by me.

I am wishful that in someway and someday I would live a happy life with them. That I would be his bukang-bibig.

Tuesday, February 08, 2005

JOKE LANG! Pinoy Valentino

PINOY VALENTINE

PARA sa may problema sa relasyon…

1. Para kang kulangot … mahirap kang kunin.
2. Para kang kuto … mahirap kang alisin sa ulo.
3. Para kang pustiso … I cant smile without you.
4. Para kang bra … hawak mo ang dibdib ko.
5. ‘Di ka pa ba napapagod? Kasi kanina ka pa tumatakbo sa isip ko.
6. Magkita na lang tayo sa korte … dahil ninakaw mo ang aking puso.





BUTI PA … BOW!

PARA sa mga sawi sa pag-ibig…

Buti pa ang halaman … may nag-aalaga.

Buti pa ang manok … nakatali.

Buti pa ang bees … may honey.

Buti pa ang papel … sinusulatan.

Buti pa ang mapa … sinusundan.

Buti pa ang nitso … may bulaklak.

Buti pa ang patay … may dumadalaw.

Buti pa ang preso … binabantayan.

Buti pa ang radyo … pinakikinggan.

Buti pa ang Three Kings … may rigalo.

Buti pa ang basketbol … may ring.

Buti pa ang kalendaryo … may date.

Buti pa ang telepono … hini-hello.

Buti pa ang prublema … iniisip.

Buti pa ang panyo … nadadalantay ang pisngi.

Buti pa ang baso … dinadampian ng labi.

Buti pa ang unan … inaakap sa gabi.

Buti pa ang kamalian … napapansin.

Buti pa ang salamin … minamasdan.

Buti pa ang hininga … hinahabol.

Buti pa ang tindera … nagpapatawad.

Buti pa ang sugat … inaalagaan.

Buti pa ang baga … malapit sa puso.

Buti pa ang kotse … mahal.

Buti pa ang pera … iniingatan.

Buti pa ang damo … dinidiligan.

Buti pa … magtrabaho ka na at baka … masisante ka pa!