Mindset

Our mind is the aspect of intellect and consciousness experienced as combinations of thoughts, perception, memory, emotion, will and imagination, including all unconscious cognitive process. Meanwhile, mindset is a set of beliefs or a way of thinking that determines one’s behavior, outlook and mental attitude. Special thanks to Wikipedia.

     I have always been observing my environment. It had been my past time to watch over the irregularities of life which turn out to be disappointing. It is really frustrating to know about it. But ironically, I like it. I know you might laugh or raise your brows at me but I don’t care. Neither should you. It’s how I think. It’s how I see these ‘whatevers’. This is my mindset. This is my column and I’ll take the chance to put it into words. So, read between the lines. Who knows, we might share the same observations.
     For many years now, EDSA had been a witness of a long bumper to bumper traffic jam. It seemed that the vehicles were not moving. Even before it was named into what we call now, EDSA had been experiencing a massive vehicle gathering due to traffic. If only EDSA could talk, it would surely complain about the foul odor from smoke belching vehicles.
     Along the streets of ‘wherevers’ reveal the real situation of the man who is usually seen in caricatures and cartoons. The narrow pathways of busy cities have become a refuge of our homeless fellowmen. More often than not, beggars from corner to corner will not stop on chasing you unless you give them alms. The mirror walls of renowned fast food chains have been watching how these unfortunate people desperately waiting for kind ‘whoevers’ to drop even just a single coin into their empty cans. These people who happen to be the highest form of animal become the top competitor of dogs, cats and the like in a search for leftovers over the garbage bags and bins.  It has been a clear manifestation that most of Filipinos share the same plight. Oh poor Juan Dela Cruz.
     I really appreciate the efforts of our new administration to restore economic stability which all the more becomes evident. Everyone has been playing the roles given to them to finally topple the long time problem on corruption. I salute them for initiating this campaign which I believe it should have been started way back then. They’re really performing their duty as what they have promised the mass during the star- studded campaign period with a variety of colors as identification. Special thanks to celebrities who actively participated and promoted their personal bets telling the people that their candidates are far better than the other aspirants. Who knows, these celebrities might later become our self- proclaimed law makers who do nothing but to sleep during sessions. Hey! You are being paid!
      I am a student. I still have no job. But sooner, I might own a very confined cubicle with a lot of post- it notes glued in my cubicle wall or I may later stay in an air- conditioned room having seated on a swivel chair with a lot of papers to be reviewed and signed and a white Apple Laptop too. Who knows? I’ll be in an office where supplies are plentiful. I’ll be with people who do office works that when the boss is out, gossips will be around. Of course, unethical employees are expected to ruin the day, some of them maybe abusive, some are bossy even if they are not the head. Some are wasteful, some are messy. Some are absentees, some are late comers. Some are lazy, some are incompetent. Then out of the blue, the boss will conduct an inspection. Only to find out, the office supplies were all consumed for unreasonable purposes. In just a couple of unproductive days, the stacks of Substance 20 long and short bond papers that stand like the height of a basketball player have turned out into a pile which now stands like the height of a midget. The packs of Pilot Pens and Markers, the bottles of Elmer’s Glue, the boxes of staple wires, the heap of folders and the like become scarce. Then, the sexy secretary who always flirts with his executive is about to print a resolution but only to find out that the Continues Ink System has no ink and that the computer monitor shows a “No paper fed” pop up warning. Then out of his anger, the boss created a fact finding committee to investigate the abrupt expenditure of office supplies and even called an accounting firm to audit the expenses of the company. Huh, too much for this! I might get the ire of those office employees similar to what I have mentioned. Pardon me if I did. In cases that I am just misjudging you, then prove not only me but also to your officemates who do nothing but to spy on your every wrong moves that you are ethical if not holy and that you are not bringing home the supplies intended just for your office. Etcetera. Etcetera.
     In connection with the workplace issues aforementioned, I am really disappointed with employees whose behavior is similar with the wicked witch of any fantasy stories.  They talk as if there is no other day. They yell at customers who wishes nothing but to be eligible. They scold as if they have seen a red cloth as what a bull do in a Bull Fight Festivals. Huh! Where are you morals then? Oops! I did not pointed anyone. You know yourselves. Another despising issue in a workplace is the employees who spend their eight hours or less in front of the computer playing Gamehouse games instead of doing related documents in Microsoft Office. They spend their supposed- to- be- productive time guessing the longest word in Text Twist when in fact they can’t even answer the three letter word and all they have done is to twist the letters or trying hard to protect their house against the dancing brain- thirsty zombies or patiently shooting similar balls in Luxor.  Some may also surf the Internet and sign up on a fast growing networking sites which I usually do. So what if I am hooked with Facebook, or Friendster, or Twitter? At least I am not employed and not being paid by the government.
     I must admit I come to school late at times. Not just once but twice and ultimately became a part of my daily routine. Thanks to some instructors who do not mind putting “T” on my class card for being late. Nevertheless, I found myself enjoying my tardiness. So what? But mind you guys, I’ll be happier if the teacher comes late in a class. I don’t care. It’s the same way around when I don’t like being snoop with my tardiness. That’s it.
     I may sound sarcastic if I am not giving justifications why I like these things I observe. You might not see good things from it but for me, these are significant issues we should look into. I’m not fooling you. There are nice things behind these concerns. You may not believe me but it’s true. Anyway I didn’t write this to convince you but just to inform everyone. It’s hard to convince people whose mindset is different from me. It’s the same way around when I try to convince you that the Earth is the closest planet to the sun when in fact you have just visited a Planetarium or you have just read it from the Almanac that Mercury is the first planet in the Solar System.
     As I was saying, EDSA is a traffic prone area. However, the good things about it are trafficking on my mind. But sad to say, some of it cannot move out from my head and be penned down. Whatever! Anyway, back to the business, traffic is anywhere. It’s not only seen in EDSA. It can be seen from any part of the 360 Degree world. Consequently, there are lots of annoyed passengers, drivers, commuters and the like. But mind you, traffic is nice. Take the case of a job seeker who is about to meet his possible employer for an interview. Because she was rushing, she was not able to put on her make- up which made her look like a rape victim. See? While waiting for the red light turn into green, she will able to fix herself. Who knows, she might be hired as the executive secretary well in fact she only applied as the Xerox lady by the fact that she is beautiful. Instant job, instant position so to say. Those who have no time to eat can pack their breakfast and be eaten inside their luxurious BMW or red sports car. Those who are intentionally making themselves late in office just to avoid her possessive and die- hard officemate suitor will be able to have reason when his boss calls her to explain why her DTR shows her tardiness. Did you see it’s nice to have traffic?
     On the other way around, poverty is okay. Laugh at me? Go! For me, the presence of beggars is God’s way of reminding His people to share what they have got in their life. Through them, well- to- do people will be able to give some part of their resources to those who terribly need help. These unfortunate people need compassion from us. A one peso coin can satisfy the ears of a blind beggar. A smile rather than a criticism from you can somehow make them feel better. I’m not requiring you to be charitable. Neither I am telling you to go to slum areas and start saving them. We can do more than that.
     The campaign against corruption has not something to do with my observations that make me disappointed. Why should I be disappointed when this campaign is commendable. The fact that it was not initiated way back then makes me upset. Thanks to our responsible national leaders who started it. On the other hand, the presence of celebrities during the campaign period is highly appreciated. While helping to boost the candidate’s image to the public, these celebrities will be able to train themselves as future candidates to national and local positions.  Did you get my point? Anyway, if celebrities reign in the national positions, die- hard fans will be able to see their idols not as actors or actresses but as an official whose privilege speech is as kilometric as the speech of any high knowledgeable politician. Consequently, these fans will not be able to huddle themselves in a very crowded areas during mall tours or concerts. At least if they just go to the session area, they will be enlightened about the current national concerns being debated upon.
     The issues regarding the workplace are somehow healthy. You doutb me but I am certain about it. Take the case of an employee who happens to be a struggling single mother to his Grade2C son. His son’s teachers required him lots of school projects. For her to save money, she steal a rim of bond papers, folders, pens, glues, fasteners, markers and the like from the stock room. She may have stolen those supplies but at least it was utilized and not just stocked in a cool dry place. Thanks to the company for the office supplies for without it, the mother may not have paid their monthly rental that gradually became the reason why they were thrown away from their apartment. Of course the mother will be doing the project of his son for he was busy playing with his playmates. Surprisingly, she discovered that she was creative to the extent that his son’s project was highly appreciated by his teacher. And for that, she will treat herself with cups of drink- all- you- can brewed coffee sponsored, again, by the company.
     In cases that the employees whose behaviors are as monstrous as the roles played by the antagonist in box office movies or highly acclaimed prime time ‘teleseryes’ might come across this article, I’m not asking for sorry. Instead you should ask sorry to all your customers whom you have yelled at. This part will just somehow ease your annoyance from me after reading the part where I strike you. Anyway, I salute you for scolding your customers and making them humiliated infront of other people. Two thumbs up for the unprofessionalism you have showed. By doing so, you have just proven your fellow that you still need to go back to school and learn GMRC or if not the basics of Professional Ethics. You also have made them stronger to face any humiliations of respect- undeserving people. You made them more humble. You taught them to strive better so that they will be able to get out from where they are in and be able to treated as humans not as pets being yelled and played upon. After all, you are a good moral booster.
     I also congratulate you for playing computer games during office hours. Why? It’s because you were able to used computers compared to those whom you have humiliated who doesn’t even know to manipulate this device. You’re lucky for you were privileged to have it in your office that when your children need a printed school report or project, you will undoubtedly print it for them. By playing the Text Twist, you have somehow added words into your vocabulary. In cases that you got the highest word, nice job! I hope you also did your job well. I also recognized you for killing lots of zombies which will enter your house. You also have proven me that you have good eyesight and be able to recognize colors in the Luxor game. Cheers for you have just signed up for Facebook where you have added friends and even strangers. Oh wait! You can also send friend request to me. I’d be glad then. We can be friends.
     I also have mentioned my teachers who come to our class late. Ma’am, Sir, it’s okay. At  least you have showed up. Thanks for not coming early at times for I had more time to review my notes for recitation or quiz. You have given me more time to trick around with my classmates which all the more made our bonding closer. Thanks. Thanks. Thanks.
     To make it fair, I even admitted that I am a late comer to school. But I have no regrets. Why? It’s because I have done other more important things that needs attention. I was also able to evaluate myself that coming late at school is a bad habit especially when the teacher gives a surprise quiz. In the end, I  became more responsible to my every action.
     Now, may I hear your laugh at me. May I see your brows if they are still raised against me. Sometimes I have to be mean and judgmental for you to be able to realize that there is goodness behind the bad things around you. Remember I am always here probing around and eyeing your every move. I have set my mind to be a keen observer at all times. This is my mindset and I am proud of it. #

Panggagago ng Isang Gago

Oo, inaamin ko. May mga kagaguhan akong nalalaman. Pilyo ako e. Eh ano ngayon. Wala akong pakialam. At mas lalo ka na dapat. Hindi naman ako nabubuhay, para i-  please ka eh. Nabubuhay ako para magmahal, mag- aral, magsulat, magbasa, kumanta ng Lupang Hinirang, mag- Facebook, mag blog ng kung anu- ano, kumain ng Ding- dong Mix Nuts, mag unlitext at unlicall, magbrush ng ipin, magkulangot, tumae, magtanggal ng libag pag naliligo at kung anu- ano pa man. Gaya ng nasabi ko na, hindi ako nabuhay at hinding hindi ako mabubuhay para lamang  i- please kita. Iba ang iyong pananaw sa aking pananaw. Kaya nga magkaiba tayo ng pangalan dahil sa iba rin naman ang pagtingin mo sa buhay. Reklamo? Kung meron, mag- comment ka na lang sa dulo. Masasayahan ako pag ginawa mo ‘yun.

Paano nga ba ako naging gago? Aba, ewan ko. Basta pagkagising ko na lang isang araw habang nagtitiklop ako ng kumot na kulay maroon, na- realize ko na lamang na gago pala ako. Marahil dala rin ito ng kadalasang pagsermon sa akin dahil nga sa pagiging gago ko. Huh! Lumabo tuloy. Basta gago daw ako.  At ganun na din ata tingin ko sa sarili ko.

Ikaw! Oo, ikaw na nagbabasa. Ano sa tinign mo? Gago ba ako? Kung oo, okey na okey ‘yan. Gusto mo ipagluto pa kita ng overcooked na Pancit Canton na Chilli Flavor na may kasamang bottomless ice tea o kaya’y tubig na lang para tipid. Parte yan nag pagiging gago ko, ang maging kuripot. Kung sa tingin mo naman eh hindi ako gago, salamat din. Marahil nauunawan mo ako dahil binabasa mo nang maiigi ang post na ito. Reading between the lines ika nga.

Marahil natatawa ka na sa akin ngayon dahil ipinangangalandakan kong gago ako. At baka marahil naiinis ka na dahil sa Pancit Canton at tubig lang ang kaya kong ipalamon sayo dahil sa ang tingin mo ay gago ako. Sino nga ba naman kasi ang aaming gago siya. Sino ba naman kasi ang aako sa mga kagaguhang pinaggagawa niya sa kanyang sarili at sa mga taong nakapaligid sa kanya. Meron siguro. Pero hindi lahat ng taong gago simula pa lamang nang magkaisip sila ay aminadong gago nga sila. Mas mabuti na ‘tong aminado akong gago ako kaysa sa nagpapakabanal banalan na parang santo na hindi makabasag ng pinggan.

Para mabigyang linaw ang lahat, narito ang ilang mabababaw at seryosong kagaguhang aking nagawa at marahil gagawin pa ulit ‘pag may pagkakataon. Paalala. Mabababaw lamang ang ilan. Nasa iyo kung lalaliman mo pa ito at bibigyan ng iba pang kahulugan. Ikaw din, baka magmukha kang gago niyan pag binigyan mo pa ng ibang kahulugan ang lahat.

Isa akong klase ng tao na mahilig mag bale- wala ng mga bagay- bagay. Madalas ko itong gawin kahit alam ko sa sarili ko na importanteng bagay ang mga ito na dapat pagtuunan ng masinsinang pansin at hindi dapat ipagsawalang bahala. Minsan, mas pinagkaka- abalahan ko pa ang mga walang kwentang bagay kaysa sa pagtupad ng mga tungkuling ipinagkatiwala sa akin. Naaalala ko nga nung high school pa ako na kung saan ako dapat ang isa sa mga members sa team na lalaban para sa isang prestihiyosong patimpalak sa sinseya na hindi ko na babanggitin kung ano ang patimpalak na ito para maprotektahan ang pangalan nito. Dahil sa pagsawawalang bahala ko sa obligasyong inialay sa akin, pinalitan nila ako. Pero ayos lang ‘yun sapagkat kabarkada ko naman ‘yung pinalit nila sa akin. Sa pagtatapos ng araw, sinisisi ko ang sarili ko dahil sa kabiguan kong gampanan ang nararapat kong gawin. 

Oo. Mapagpuna akong tao. Hindi man lagi pero madalas. Madalas kong pinupuna ang mga kamalian ng mga taong nakapaligid sa akin. Masama mang isipin pero heto ako eh. Marahil naging parte na ng aking sistema ang mamuna ng mga bagay- bagay. Matatandaang labis kong pinuna sa aking column sa aming pampaaralang pahayagan ang mga iregularidad sa buhay na aking napapansin sa aking kapaligiran na maging sa blog kong Emcee’s Mindset ay nai- post ko na din. Marahil maraming nagalit o natuwa sa sinulat ko pero anuman ang kanilang sabihin, hindi ko binabawi ang lahat.

Maraming nagsasabi na mayabang ako. Hindi ko rin naman sila masisisi sapagkat iyon naman ang katotohanan. Mas okay nang ganito kaysa sa nagpapaka- humble humble ka pa kung sa loob loob mo naman eh isa kang hambog. Natatandaan ko nga kung paano napaaway ang pinsan kong babae sa high school batchmate namin dahil sa wall post ko sa Facebook na ayon sa ka batch naming ito ay mayabang daw. Ang sa amin lang naman eh kahit magmayabang ka, basta ba may maipagmamayabang ka, diba? Huh! Wala ako masyado masasabi dito. Baka mas lalo lang lumabas ang kayabangang nakakubli sa aking hypothalamus<hehehe, ba?=”” doc=”” tama=””>.

Mahilig din akong magbiro ng kung anu ano. Madalas kong ginu- good time ang mga classmates ko na kung minsan ay halos ‘di nila ako pinapansin dahil dito. Naalala ko nga nung biniro ko sila through text message na nadisgrasya ako. Pinalabas kong 50: 50 ang aking kalagayan dahil sa mga natamo kong sugat at galos at dahil na din sa lakas ng impact ng disgrasya. Halos sumakit ang tiyan ko sa katatawa noon dahil sa mga replies nila sa ‘imaginary concerned citizen’ na walang iba kundi ako lang din naman. Mabuti at inamin ko din agad at kung hindi, mapapasugod na sana sila sa hospital nang wala sa oras. Hehehe, peace classmates.

Gawain ko din ang mangupit. Karamihan naman siguro sa atin eh naranasan nang gawin ito. Hindi naman natin makakaila na ganito ang Pinoy. Kung tutol ka, usap tayo. Nadadaan naman yan sa ‘maboteng’ usapan eh. Kung sang- ayon ka naman, mabuti ‘yan. Indikasyon ‘yan ng pagkakaroon mo ng liberal na pag- iisip na handang tanggapin ang anumang sermon at puna na maaaring ibato sayo ng nanay mo na walang ginawa maghapon kundi pumutak nang pumutak dahil sa pangungupit mo ng pera na dapat sana eh pambili niya ng Maxi Peel para magkaroon siya ng kutis artista.

Gaya ng nasabi ko, isa akong mangungupit. Madalas kong kupitan ang lola kong nagpalaki sa akin ng mahigit sampung taon tuwing lalabas o pumupunta ako ng paaralan. Maski nga pang- load ng cellphone para makapag- Unlicombo (24 hours text messaging + 10pm- 5pm calls to TM and Globe susbscribers) o Astigcombo (24 hours text messaging + 100 minutes calls to TM and Globe susbscribers) ay kinikupit ko pa (libreng extra promotion) . Kung walang nakupit, meron naman ang Astigtxt10 (24 hours text messaging nga lang) na minsan eh pahirapan pang mag- register. Para ngang napakadami niyang nagawang kasalanan dahil sa paulit- ulit na reply ng “Sorry”. At dahil diyan, tatawag ako sa Customer Service Representative na walang hiniling kundi i- off ang loudspeaker ng cellphone dahil hindi niya ako maintindihan kahit hindi naman ito naka- loudspeaker. Hhhhmmm. At dahil nga likas ang aking kapilyuhan, hihingin ko ang kanyang e- mail address sa Facebook para maging friends kami gaya din ng paghingi niya sa contact number ko tuwing tatawag ako sa kanila para ‘quits’ ika nga.

Naiinis ako sa mga computer units na mayat- maya eh nagha- hang o nagla- log. Mas mag-iinit pa ang aking butsi kapag hindi ko pa nai- save ang ginagawa ko sa Microsoft Word. Ayan, Ctrl + S muna. Baka mainis pa ‘tong computer na ginagamit ko. Pero mas lalo pa akong maiinis kapag wala o napakabagal ng Internet Connection. Siguro napakarami niyang problema dahil sa palagiang “Problem Loading Page” ang nagpapakita. Kung minsan “Offline Mode ” nga eh. Kaya ‘pag, nagkaganoon, nagbu- bookmark na lang ako ng websites na hindi ko pa na- surf dahil nga sa walang connection. Ngunit subalit datapwat, mas nakakapang- init ng ulo kapag ang computer na gamit ko eh naka- Deep Freeze na kung ito ay na- off na, mawawala ang lahat ng nagawa mo. Hay! Kawawang bata. Back to zero ulit.

Kaya ‘pag nagkaganon, halos isumpa ko na ang computer dahil sa pagka- inis. Hindi ko napipigilan ang sarili kong magsalita ng masama at naka- iiritang hinaing. Wala na akong ginawa kundi mag- restart nang mag- restart hanggang sa ako din ang mapagod at sumuko. At dahil diyan, pagti- tripan ko na lang na pindut- pindutin ang keyboard. Minsan ‘pag ayos na ito, para makapaghiganti, pinapalitan ko na lang ang Wallpaper nito kahit pa meron ng nakalagay na paalala na bawal magpalit ng kung anu- anong Display Properties ng computer. Hay naku, tama na nga tong pambubuking ko sa sarili ko. Peace Sirs at Mesdames. Hehehe.

Madalas akong pinapagalitan sa bahay hindi dahil sa bagsak ang aking mga grado kundi dahil sa ugali kong tanghali na kung gumising. Tirik na ang araw pero himbing na himbing pa rin ako sa aking pagkakatulog. Hindi ko na din iniinda kahit maalinsangan na basta mabusog lang ako sa tulog. Puyat man o hindi, palagi akong ganito depende lamang kung may importanteng bagay akong lalakarin. Hindi na tuloy ako nakakapagtrabaho sa bahay dahil dito na siya rin namang dahilan kung bakit ako pinapuputukan ng mala- armalite na sermon. Minsan ‘pag nairita na ang tenga ko, magdadabog na lang ako na siya rin namang dahilan para paulanan ako ng mas maraming bala ng sermon.

Marahil ang suot- suot ko ngayon na damit ay kulay orange na may tatak na “P” sa likod kung sakaling natuluyan ang isang kaklase ko nung high school pa ako. Marahil sa bilangguan ang bagsak ko ngayon o ‘di kaya’y DSWD ang may kalinga sa akin. Salamat sa Diyos at hindi ako tuluyang naging mamamatay tao. Mamamatay tao hindi dahil sa nabahiran ng dugo ang aking mga kamay kundi dahil sa kagaguhan kong mangsindak o manggulat. Naaalala ko nga kung paano halos mamatay sa nerbiyos ang isa sa mga kaklase kong babae na malapit din naman sa akin. Nagsimula ang kagaguhan kong ito nung 3rd Year High School ako.

Sa aking pagkakaalala, katatapos lang noon ng dula- dulaan namin sa Araling Panlipunan. At dahil ang topic namin noon ay mga dinastiya at mga kaharian noong mga araw pa, mga kumot ang isa sa mga naging props namin. Dahil sa hinihintay pa namin ang aming susunod na klase, inaya ko ang isa sa mga kaklase kong kabarkada ko din na mang- good time. Sinabi ko sa kanya na magtago siya sa may cabinet habang nakatalukbong siya ng kumot at gugulatin namin ang kung sinuman ang aming mapagtripan. Dahil sa ang una kong nasalubong ay ang kaklase kong babae na may sakit pala sa puso na hindi ko naman alam, siya ang aking napagtripan. Sinabi ko sa kanya na may pinakukuha ang Teacher Unknown namin sa kanyang cabinet. At dahil nga nag- asta akong seryoso, napaniwala ko siya. Pagbukas na pagbukas niya ng cabinet, isang nakakagimbal na ’halimaw sa cabinet kuno’ ang bumungad sa kanya. Ang mga sumunod na pangyayari, hindi ko na maalala dahil sa nerbiyos na dulot ng pagkakahimatay ng kaklase kong ito. Ang tanging natatandaan ko na lang ay ang 50 counts na pumping na ginawa namin ng kapwa loko- lokong kasabwat ko.

Talagang hindi pa ako nadala sa nangyari dahil inulit ko pa ito pagtungtong namin ng 4th Year High School. Pareho pa rin ang aking biktima subalit wala na akong kasabwat. Natakot na akong may madamay pa sa kagaguhan ko. Recess nuon.­­ Dahil sa ako’y naji-jingle sa mga oras na ‘yun, nag- CR muna ako. Sakto namang magsi- CR din ang aking biktima. Dahil sa una akong natapos sa kanya at saktong nakabukas din ang main door sa CR ng mga babae, ibinalibag ko ito. Napalakas ata ako ng pagkabalibag na naging sanhi ng pagkakagulat ng kaklase kong ito. Sa ‘di malamang dahilan, bigla akong kinabahan dahil sa hindi naman na siya lumalabas. Dahil sa takot, walang atubili kong pinasok ang CR ng mga babae at dun ko natunghayan kung paano habulin ng aking classmate ang kanyang hininga. Nangangatog man ang aking mga paa, dali- dali ko siyang inilabas mula sa CR para siya’y mahanginan. Kahit nanghihina pa rin siya dahil sa nangyari, salamat pa rin sa Diyos at nakahinga din siya nang maluwag makalipas ng ilang minuto. Sa ngayon, paminsan- minsan ko na lang siyang nakikita. Kung sakaling magkita man kami ulit, hindi ko na siya gugulatin kahit pa gaano ako kagago. Ayokong may mamatay nang dahil sa kagaguhan ko. Pangako.

Likas talaga ang aking kagaguhan na maging ang aking utot ay pinaaamoy ko sa kung sinuman ang mapagtripan kong lokohin. Bastos mang maituturing, nakagawian ko nang umutot kahit nakaharap ako sa kanila. Minsan nga tinatakpan ko ang labasan ng mabahong hangin na ‘to ng aking kamay at tinututok sa kanilang ilong. At dahil dito, isang nakakahawang halakhak ang aalingawngaw. Pero, inilulugar ko rin naman ito. Ginagawa ko lang ang kagaguhang ‘to kapag ang mga kaharap ko ay ang mga taong walang kiyeme sa katawan at mga taong pareho ang aming pag- iisip at pananaw sa buhay.

Sa kabila ng lahat, sinisikap ko pa ring bumawi sa lahat ng kagaguhang ito. Gago man akong maituturing ngunit alam ko sa sarili ko na may kabutihan pa ring nananalaytay sa dugong inilalabas ng aking puso na dumadaloy sa aking mga ugat. Utusan man ako ng aking isip na maging gago subalit pipilitin ko itong iwasan sa abot ng aking makakaya. Self- control at self- discipline ika nga.

Dalawampung taon na ako at patuloy pa ring tumatanda. Kaya ko pang ituwid ang baluktot na landas gaya ng sinasabi ng ilang matutuwid na tao sa lipunan. Kasabay nito, marami pang mga bagay ang maaaring mangyari. Marami pang kagaguhan ang pwede kong gawin. Marami pang kabutihan ang maaari kong iaalay. Marami pang buhay ang maaari kong guluhin at baguhin. Marami pa akong pwedeng mahalin. Marami pa ang pwede kong mapag- aralan higit pa sa mga napag- aralan ko na sa mahigit labing- apat na taon ko sa eskwela (kasama na ang Kindergarten). Marami pa akong maisusulat. Marami pang libro ang maari kong mabasa. Marami pang kanta ang magpapatayo ng aking balahibo o makapagpapa- head bang sa akin. Marami pa ang maaaring maging friends ko sa Facebook. Marami pa akong kakaining kornik at nuts. Marami pa akong mailo- load para sa unlitext at unlicall. Marami pang toothpaste ang magagasta. Marami pang dumi sa katawan ang mailalabas.

Marami pang mga bagay ang maaari kong balewalain. Marami pa akong mapupuna. Marami pa akong maaaring maipagmayabang. Marami pa akong mabibiro at magu- good time. Marami pa akong makukupit. Marami pa akong pwedeng kausapin at bolahin na Customer Service Representative. Marami pang akong maa- alter na Computer Display Properties. Marami pang laway ang tutulo sa aking pagtulog. Marami ang pwede kong sindakin.  Marami pang makakaamoy ng aking utot.

Oo, marami pa. Marami pa akong mababago at magagago.

Ngunit, hindi dadami ang mga taong kailangan kong i- please. #

~ Para sa iniidolo kong si Bob Ong ~