I remembered a recent post describing how the Internet used to be an escape from the real world. Fast forward to the present and we have it 180 degrees turn around. The real world is an escape from all that is virtually around us. Now we’re in community quarantine in the Metro, it’s more difficult to escape.Magpatuloy magbasa This used to be my playground…
Na-iimagine ko na si Marian Rivera sumasayaw at nagli-lip sync sa kanta niya. Tapos lahat ng bagay sa bahay, naki-sing-along na din.
Ayun, sabay-sabay na nga sila nagkaproblema. Kung kailan naman lockdown at walang taong matawagan. Lahat puro DIY. At ngayong gabi, nagkatotoo na nga ang kinakatakot ko: isang di pwedeng i-DIY na problema.
Started with our toilet. A dropped a big solid brand spanking new bar of soap in the toilet. Went straight in. Now it sips water like a high school girl seeing her crush pass by her cafeteria table. Can’t do number 2 so we have to go to parents for that. Now we have to wait for it to dissolve.
Next was the refrigerator. It always had a squeaking sound whenever we’d close the door and I paid it no mind. Until one day, the door just wouldn’t close. A little DIY for a washer to lift the door a little and I got it to close. But clearly, it doesn’t seal as well as before.
After that, the side cladding/tiles on the countertop came off. Didn’t need to fix this since it’s better left to the professionals.
Finally tonight, as we were getting ready for bed, I turned the AC on to cool the room before bedtime. After half an hour, we came back and the room didn’t feel as cold as it should have. I figured it was the dirty filter so I took it out and cleaned it. When I was putting it back, I noticed the evaporator coils were frozen with ice. “This is not good,” I told myself.
I figured this was blockage in the coil. This was something I could not DIY. Neither did I have enough experience nor training to repair it. I could diagnose it, owing to what my father taught me but other than that, I could do nothing.
All these things happening while we are in Enhanced Community Quarantine. Can’t call a repairman. Can’t buy a replacement or tools to fix them. Hay…
“Ngayon pa talaga?” Yan na lang sinasabi ko sa lahat sa kanila na para bang maiintindihan ng mga gamit ang sinasabi ko.
Sa ngayon, Sabado de Gloria na, ipagpapa-sa-Diyos ko na lang muna lahat ng ito. Na sana’y umabot lahat sila sa pagtatapos ng ECQ, nang mapaayos o mapalitan na ang mga kinakailangan. At nawa’y bigyan ako ng tamang pahinga nang maharap ang bukas.
i’ve had such a pleasant experience at LTO 20th Avenue in the past 2 times i’ve been there, i thought it would be a breeze once again to renew my bike’s registration. oh was i in for a surprise.
last time, i was there for car registration around 830AM. i whizzed through the process and by 9 or 930 AM, i was out of the gates! not today.
i arrived just after 730AM and the lot was full. i wasn’t as prepared as i was with our car registration so i had to get the CTPL Insurance at the vicinity of LTO. next i had the emission test done (pretty standard) and off to the inspection and payment. the time-waster was really the queue for the emissions test and getting the CTPL insurance. had I been more prepared, I think I wouldn’t have spent an hour in there. Magpatuloy magbasa renewing my motorbike’s registration
i don’t know what pushed this feeling yesterday. i tried building one of those particle board cabinets that the wife bought from the mall last December and maybe it was the adrenaline and blood pumping that’s been stagnant because of my sedentary lifestyle, i was quite in a pensive mood. or i just might be becoming a slow thinker and can’t process thoughts as fast as i used to. LOL!
anyway, i just thought i got tired from the ‘workout’ i got building the cabinet that’s why i was quiet even at the dinner table. this morning, i was still quiet but had my brain thinking about the stuff i had to do and needed.
this afternoon, i found myself on Facebook again and tried to wean myself off of it. i was a little successful but i guess i’m having withdrawal symptoms so i bought some fast food. twice. (doh!)
now as i’m about to go home, i just had a little walk and some prayer time. i thought God could send me some sign or whisper something in my ear… but it was the devil, instead, showing off. (joggers in the afternoon in the campus. good Lord.)
well, i survived (barely) but i didn’t hear anything from the Lord. maybe it’s because too many thoughts still clutter me and drown Him out.
I always thought it was just because I missed my family in Pampanga that I always looked forward to our mini vacation during the Christmas break. Maybe, I thought, it was nostalgia or just being around familiar sights and people I grew up with. A few nights ago, I may have found a viable hypothesis: it was because I was off the grid for some time and didn’t browse my timeline!
You see, as I browsed through my feed, I kept on seeing friends’ posts where they are, where they have been (sort of a ‘year/decade bin review’), how they celebrated New Year’s Eve, etc. The more I saw, the more I felt as if our celebration wasn’t good enough… Our food, our clothes, our greetings… But before browsing, I didn’t feel any of that! I was simply happy in the company of family and all that I loved. It didn’t matter to me how we looked or how cheap our food was. I was happy in that moment in that place!
I wonder why they call it a flag “challenge” when there is no challenge in it. All you have to do is recall and remember where you’ve been to, and post the flag of that country.
Or am i being too pedantic and assume everyone knows which country has which flag. nevertheless, here’s my flag “challenge” albeit without flag emoticons. i’ll just have to search and paste googled images. 😀
I live in: 🇵🇭
First country I traveled to: 🇸🇬 (en route to 🇮🇳)
Last country I traveled to: 🇨🇳 (since technically 🇭🇰 is 🇨🇳)
Most visited: 🇭🇰🇭🇰
Country I miss the most: 🇮🇹
Countries on my bucket list: 🇮🇱🇪🇦🇬🇧🇺🇸
Next trip is to: 🇯🇵
How about you? ✈️
inasmuch as we feel the economic crunch, i still think that i am still quite blessed. and in the recent brouhaha over the SEA Games preparations in Manila, i recalled how i thought of a seemingly parallel situation a few months ago when we had a rice ‘crisis’ that had the local prices of farmers diving faster than a lead brick because they can’t compete with imported rice’s low price.
we almost always think that rich people are bad — that they abuse and exploit people just to earn tons of money; but from my middle-class perspective, you become rich by being financially literate, working hard, and working smart. and these gains are blessings that are meant to be shared AND used.
how? by buying and supporting local farmers goods e.g. rice!
you see, if cheap imported rice is all the low-income families can afford, upper and middle-class can easily afford to buy more expensive local rice. it’s not increasing your quality of life but rather an example of patriotism and empathy, as well as a sacrifice (because you could save more and invest more money if you buy cheaper rice)!
so, you see, being rich is not a bad thing. what the Good Book says rings true (1 Tim 6:10). If you keep it, and love it above all else, it will corrupt you; but if you let it go, spend it on the right things, it will be a blessing — and it will always come back to you.
that’s my mantra to myself right now.
when you get older, you get more responsibilities. and sometimes, everything’s all quiet and calm. and then there are days or weeks like you should just be running 300 kph from Manila to Timbuktu. on water.
i just might not be used to such pressure. or i just can’t organize my thoughts accurately. i just feel like i’ve so much to do but i don’t know where to begin and i forget the things that i should be doing! (it’s a problem-producing problem. nanganganak siya.)
so i repeat them once again: calm down. it’s alright. breathe.
looking for some ‘comrades’ on youtube who ride the Honda PCX in the philippines, i chanced upon a relatively new vlogger JayTripper. in one of his videos, he showed a resthouse-cum-resort on a beach in Pangasinan.
A saw me watching and said, “ay, hindi white yung buhangin. kung magbi-beach na lang ako, dun na sa pino atsaka white sand parang Bohol.”
i had a totally different take on it, though. or was i just being such a simpleton that a beach is a beach and the ocean is the ocean and that’s it?
i had a couple of nights to think this through and i recalled Richard Fenyman’s anecdotes about the beauty of a flower:
appreciation could be more than just skin deep — or sand size and color. i still appreciate how the waves interacts with the shore. it still relaxes me when they meet and make that wonderful sound. breathing in the air still gives a salty taste in your mouth. and looking around, you still feel the vastness of the ocean and your insignificance whether standing on dark or white sand.
i’m just easily fascinated by stuff and i like being around nature more, having more appreciation for it.