The slowness snail and the guards

Turf: off the road
Dash:



Despite the humidity outside and a rare shower rain this unpredictable change of weather doesn't impede my mom from going out and as usual tagging me along wherever she goes.

So, as we went out I forecast the weather is pretty good today not so humid and it didn't rain at all, it's a blessing. But blah! I forgot my mobile, what duh? It is one thing I don't like when my mom is rushing me and I forgot something, even she forgot some of her important things like her: senior citizen card, eyeglass etc., So, not to ruin the good day I just forget all about it and just calm myself.

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As we enter the threshold into one of the buildings in Makati along Amorsolo, Manong guard stop us "pa-check muna po ng bag" as if you are an antagonist. Anyway, I knew they were doing this for the sake of the so-called "pag-iingat" like everyone in their eye is suspicious villain. If you spend half-decade of your life in another country without bumping any guards in any other places, and doing such and such to you, you will certainly aghast, maybe a bit annoyed because in the middle east when you're assuming bad to another person it is already " حَرَام‎ ḥarām" means "sinful" like wala kang tiwala sa kapwa mo. Then, another one Manang guard whose sitting at the information table greet us with her wide-sweet smile and say "paki-iwan na na lang ng ID" in exchange for a  Visitor ID card, then ask where to? As we proceed going to the second floor, Manang guard talk aloud as she said "all the office regarding reconciliation and payment are all here in the first floor".  I guess, I need to thank Manang guard for that warmth approach and her fast action.

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Another threshold, so, another guard to approach I let my mom proceed inside and settle myself in the waiting area. So, I'm settled in my seat I decided to read the book I bought weeks ago Twisted 9 by Jessica Zafra while Mom is answering the query form handed by the guard. I didn't notice the time flies but as I flip to every page of the book and finish every short story the time is ticking slower as I noticed there is a few handful people inside the room but it took time for each individual to finish their transaction. The same people queuing in the reconciliation then proceed to payment (as you can see no people stayed in the payment booth as they come and go). Mom is waiting to be next called in the payment booth (as if there is someone to be waiting when there is no one standing in front of the booth). Is it another delaying tactic or tsumitsika na naman si ate?. They move and act like a slow snail like a star walking in a red carpet with so many guards around while waving their hands to their fans.

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I hope this kind of slow act in any departments of government or private company should improve. The Filipino has been tagged in another country as "Masipag, Matiyaga, Magaling at Mabilis mag-trabaho" as wish it would be the same story here in our country.

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So, after the boredom and slight annoyance the only answer is eating out.

The fact is, that to do anything in the world worth doing, we must not stand back shivering and thinking of the cold and danger, but jump in and scramble through as well as we can. -- Robert Cushing

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Splurge of the moment

Turf: in my nest
Dash: watching mundo mo'y akin


This post should mean for last Sunday, so it bank in my mind for more than a week, so many things happen in between. I wanted to post it in my blog but something halted me to do so. So, that's it.

So, last Sunday I went to National Bookstore tagging along my mom, ecstatic and hoping that I would grab one of the Jessica Zafra book Womenagerie and Other Tales from the Front. The bookstore is small and the collections of books are quite few, so, I decided to ask the lady sitting in the customer service for the help and they are so nice to give a hand leading me to a shelf where all the books of Jessica Zafra are located but as we search it seems the book are not available I'm a bit dismayed and it manifest in my face, so the saleslady keeps looking for it but before I lose my patience I told her that I better grab Twisted 9 by Jessica Zafra and I would just come back for it, hopefully they would have it when I visit the bookstore again.

From this book I learned a new word Biblioleptic. It suggests having seizures of joy when you spot a book you've been wanting to read. And that's what I feel when I read a blog about her book Womenagerie and Other Tales from the Front.

As I leave the threshold of the bookstore though I didn't have that book I still have the feeling of satisfaction having in my hand the book of my favorite writer Jessica Zafra knowing the book are still written by her. So the feeling is happy, so I told my mom that I would drop by to Genevieve Gozum shop only to buy a belt but sometimes I have this so-called impulsiveness especially when it comes to clothes and cute things...Hmmm...here I am again. But I couldn't let this one shirt down and leaving the shop without it in my hand. I love buying things when I know it is only one piece and no one will have it, because I don't like wearing the same clothe and same color as same as the other. I don't like the "IN STYLE" fashion when everyone you saw is wearing the same like a uniform. I like to be different in everything I wear with everything I have. 

2 shirts (soft pink with glitters and a black one, but the black one is not mine I'm gonna give it to someone close to my heart --mom) and 1 orange belt.

The shirt is so cute, its glittery and it has a small stone under the heart. The camera of my mobile didn't capture the details of this shirt that I want you to see but failed not.

Isn't glorious to see like this? Its splendid.

But before we leave, my mom treats me to McDonalds for a quick bite, because it's late afternoon and we need to go back home (as we need to fix something as soon as we reach home). As we pass by in C5 Paranaque, I'm lucky enough to see the golden sun setting down, so I grab my mobile and took a shot.

Wisdom is the sunlight of the soul. - German Proverb

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