30 April 2012
I’ve been complaining to myself and to others that I’m being unproductive and lazy this summer. Despite summer class, I can’t seem to wake myself up. My last test was a mediocre 77/100 and I’m at the bottom half of the class.
I keep telling myself that this is the calm before the storm and I should do all the things I want to do as well as prep myself for the impending
doom Fifth Year of college. I’m supposed to improve my 3d rendering skills (which still suck) and think of ideas for thesis (the parents want me to design a hospital, but I’m not suicidal).
So far the only thing I’ve done is fix up my workplace. I admit it’s my fault. I am currently unmotivated and yes, lazy.
24 April 2012
I was riding a jeepney from UP to SM North, sitting right behind the driver. I call that seat the anti-holdap seat, because I was too far from the entrance and there were no windows behind me. In short, the possibility of me getting held up by thieves was smaller.
Once we reached Philcoa, the driver called over one of the young barkers who make a living out of the sakayan near the footbridge.
“Pababain mo nga yung kapatid mo,” the driver said.
I was wearing earphones that time, and it took a while for me to realize that the driver was asking the barker to get a street kid out of his jeepney. It was morning rush hour. The driver needed all of his seats filled.
The street kid sat right by the entrance, and the barker started pulling at him, shouting for him to get down from the vehicle. The street kid resisted, got away from the barker’s clutches, and went further inside, out of reach.
He sat down at the floor right by my feet. He was about 7 to 10 years old, very skinny, hair bleached by the sun. His clothes and body were dirty. His slippers were so thin and were about to fall apart. Around his neck was a small pouch, which he held in a tight fist.
The barker shouted at him. The kid refused. “Kukunin mo lang ang pera ko!”
Despite the barker’s shouts, the kid remained by my feet, quiet. The driver eventually gave up on the kid, and went on with the route.
I have to admit, I clutched my bag tighter to myself, remembering all those reports of street children stealing from pedestrians and commuters. I was very suspicious, even if the kid did nothing by stare at the floor. He didn’t stand up, didn’t ask for alms. He just sat there, eyes wide, holding his pouch to his chest.
When we got to Veterans Hospital, he started to cry.
His sobs were so quiet. If he wasn’t holding his hands to his eyes, I wouldn’t know that he was crying. It was so unlike the cries that my cousins give out when they’re upset. The street kid’s cries did not demand attention. It was like he simply needed to cry.
We reached SM. While everyone was getting down from the vehicle, the driver tried to console the kid in the gruff way that adult men have while consoling.
“Dito ka lang kasi sa teritoryo mo. Hindi ka gugulpihin dito. ‘Wag ka na bumalik doon. Hanggang Mindanao (Ave.) ka lang dapat,”
The kid wiped his tears with his shirt and went down from the jeep, still clutching his pouch.
I realized later how scared the kid must have been. Shame on me for seeing him as a streetchild first before seeing him as a regular little boy.
13 April 2012
Another babysit-for-a-free-stay-in-a-hotel gig.—
12 April 2012
Buffets, thou art my enemy.
But still, thank you, Pfizer. :)—
07 April 2012
Temple Run - Wat Arun
Went back to Bangkok the night before.
Woke up early to meet again with Koning and Kodon.
Saw Wat Arun and Wat Pho and other really awesome stuff
Ate Cats bought a half kilo of spicy dried squid.—
06 April 2012
Went to the border market between Thailand and Cambodia.
We wanted to go to Angkor Wat, but it turned out that we had to pay 4300 Baht (x 1.4 for peso) as processing fee.
Meh. Wasted a day. Watched Mama and Tita buy tons of hats.
But right there, in the middle of nowhere, I could still hear people speaking in Bisaya.
05 April 2012
Silverlake is mix of a garden, a conservatory, a grill, and a vineyard (they grow grapes!).
The landscaping is very pretty, especially since it sits near the golden Buddha image on the mountain.
I just don’t understand why they had to design it like Holland.
Oh look! A rare picture of me:
Bagets ni Mama:
Giant sunflowers… what say you, University Avenue?
Ate Cathy with our beki bus. We were bus-mates with some very amusing Thai teenagers who took pictures longer than we, the Filipinos, did.
Spot the little bird!
05 April 2012
I’m dividing my blog of Pattaya into four parts. That’s how awesome Pattaya is.
We left Bangkok at 9AM escorted by Ko-ning and Ko-don in their van. After 3 hours of travelling, we arrived at the tourist city of Pattaya. The first stop was a cultural resort called Nongnooch.
04 April 2012
Thailand Day 2.
We woke up pretty early that morning because we got a “formal” tour guide to take us to Safari World just within Bangkok (which is weird, because I thought safaris were only for Africa). Our ride was a little late so a few of us went outside the house and—-
HOLY SH*T A SQUIRREL!!!
Forgive me. We don’t have effing squirrels living in our trees in the Philippines. The furry little thing was a perfect prelude to my day, which consisted of me seeing certain animals for the very first time.