Shopping Made Friendly

I'm not really big into the whole global-warming-keep-off-plastics thing but there are really practical reasons why I bought a similar bag to the left to use whenever I do the groceries, or sometimes when I visit my favorite ukay-ukay place in Cubao.

1. Plastics will accumulate in your house, take over your cupboards, boxes, and every inch of available space. We use big, black garbage bags for the trash, and we used to keep the plastic bags "just in case" we need them. Guess what, we rarely do. So unless you're planning to make a plastic bag house, throw them out and get a cloth/hemp bag.

2. Plastics tend to get this plasticky smell when they're stored too long. The smell infects everything in that space (like cereal, flour, sugar...).

3. They actually give you small discounts for not using plastic bags.

My bag is pretty worn out. I love it best when I go to the ukay places and not have those little plastic bags to tow home after. With the cloth bag, I get to still look a bit not so uncivilized and fresh from the ukay.

Most of theses kinds of bags range from P100-150 pesos. Mine is like P120 in SM. But it is a bargain. Mother Nature must love me now.

SONA

It's so weird. I'm writing about the SONA again. But this time I'm like breath to breath with the people who are actually raising their banners against the infamous woman. No, I am not rallying against or for her, it's just that I have to walk through the throng of blue men (I heard they call them cops) just to get to work; the Convergys building is right smack in the middle of Commonwealth Avenue --- did I say that I love this job?
I do not like the fact that those policemen didn't seem to have taken a bath. I do not like the way they block the parking spaces. And ultimately, I do not like the fact that they're blocking even the sidewalks. They crowded Mini-Stop, Starbucks, even Pancake House. They were practically everywhere! I can barely imagine the traffic later, God bless our ozone layer.
So, here I am, ranting about the way the SONA is being handled, without my morning latte, Pan de Palaman or pancakes. And that is just great.
Come to think of it, why does the woman have to do the SONA anyway? Year after year after year she says the same things but no one really believes her. She just ends up getting sketched up on tomorrow's editorial cartoon with a tongue-in-cheek report that what she said might be true.
What I do know is that come payday on the 30th, I will still pay taxes (huge ones, too) and come next month the roads are still cracked, kids will still beg for coins at Quiapo, brothers will still kill each other for money, mothers will still throw their babies out of taxi cabs, all in the spirit of national financial depression.

Americans are Funny People

One friend told me, "Ang talino ng mga Amerikano, noh?" I was kinda taken aback by the question (especially since she was drunk to the eyelashes and was reeking of alcohol). But that was more hilarious was when she said why --- "Ang galing kasi nila mag-English".

After that I called a cab and hauled her home. She was obviously delusional.

But there really are a lot of intelligent Americans and the US has a high literacy rate. But let me share some funny things about them, based on some questions I heard from them by working here.

* Your phone sucks! The screen's all black! (The phone wasn't on in the first place)

* What the hell is this picturemail you're charging me? I send pictures to my family via regular US mail!!! (ngwek-ngwek-ngwek)

* You notified me via text that you will send me this free wallpaper thing! I stripped my walls bare and the wallpaper hasn't arrived yet! It's been three weeks! (The wallpaper was a cellphone wallpaper, not the regular one)

* Can you tell me how long the dipstick is for my car? (duh, why don't you go measure it yourself?)

Those are only some, only some. They provide comic relief for the time when my eyelids are about to fall off. I love Americans. They're so funny! Just today on usatoday.com, I read news about a nursing home (for retarded or mentally disturbed people, not elders!) who employed a sex offender to molested one of the patients. Instead of kicking the person out, or making a law that prohibits them to go into that kind of job, they made a law that required the nursing home to declare to their clients whether they have employed offenders or not (after all, aren't sex offenders mentally disturbed,too? They fit right in!).

I love Americans.

My First Blogspot Post!

I was starting to think of what the title of this post will be. I was wondering, how many posts will have "My First" as their title? Is yours titled that way? I'll bet good money it is!
Well, I have other blogs (I think this is, like, the third), and I do not really write anything profound, or I do not think they're profound. Do we have to anyway? I write about what I hear, smell, eat, do everyday. Sometimes I write, sometimes I do not, but all the same the blog is kept and, hopefully, people will come.
I may write some poetic or literary stuff, please do read them, bear with them because they are few and far in between. I do not know if I can call myself a lover of words, but I do know that I love to tell people what I think.
I hope that you do not expect romance. Like entries of how different and how I realized that I am no longer a spoiled child. No, none of that bullshit (pardon me) anymore. I have realized long ago that I am grown up, I have a life to live, clothes to wash and though I love fairy tales, I realize that thinking that I can actually grow wings is downright retarded. I am learning lots still, but that is something we must all strive to do!
I will not write about Obama, or Clinton, or the war over at Iraq. I have had enough of that, too. No politics, no deep level analysis (I keep those to myself) and no showing off. I at most would blog about how weird some politicians are, but I really am not into analyzing what their strategies are.
It is my dearest wish to see my blog grow to become a journal that is full of my thoughts, whether they are intelligent, stupid, kikay or sarcastic. I do not want a serious blog. Funny and happy hearted blogs get read more.