Archive for May, 2008

The Zen of Kuripot

Posted in Reklamo 101 with tags on May 22, 2008 by afro_samurai

isang linggo pa bago ang sweldo. Kung walang paglalaanang forced leave ang pera ko, naitago ko sana ito. Marami akong bayarin na sana paglalaanan na lang, pero sa ibang mapagpalang palad lang sasayad ang kuwarta ko.

Forced Leave di dahil sa may sakit ako, o may kagaguhang ginawa sa opisina. Kung sana ganun-ganun na lang.

Naiirita ako. Wala na nga akong kapera-pera tapos gusto pang ipilit ang bakasyon out of town. Sa normal na mundo ng mga mortal na kumakayod para lang makapagbakasyon, katangahang mairita ka dahil magbabakasyon ka. Kung ganon, di siguro ako normal, o di siguro ako mortal.

Ayoko lang kasi pagmulan ng kung anong malaking gulo ito, kaya sumasakay na lang ako. Kahit halos igapang ko na ang pambayad sige lang. Danyos lang yun sa sakit ng ulong di naman mawawala kahit may pera ka. Kaya siguro ako tinatamad ng sobra asikasuhin yan.

Isa pa, wala naman talaga akong hilig magbakasyon ng wala sa sibilisasyon. Day-off ko ang bakasyon ko. Masaya na ako sa ganon. Di din naman ako mapalagay na wala sa Maynila eh. Di ko lang talaga mawari kung bakit di siya makakilos na di ako kasama. Matagal ko nang inisip kung bakit ganoon, pero hanggang ngayon, wala pa rin sa akin ang sagot.

Sa liit ng sahod ko, nagagawa ko na mailayo na sa isipan ko yang pagalis para gumastos lang. Sabi nga, mas maganda na wala kang pera. Di ka natutuksong maglabas ng pera para sa bagay na alam mo sa sarili mo na di mo naman kayang paglaanan ng pondo. Maari nga, kuripot ako. Pero maganda nang maging kuripot at may perang mahuhugot pag kinailangan talaga kesa sa ubos-biyaya na pagdating ng ipit, nakatunganga.

So finally…

Posted in Explicit Lyrics with tags on May 3, 2008 by afro_samurai

I made up my mind and there’s no looking back now. I applied for a new job yesterday and spent the whole day just obsessing about what I am going to say as to where I was for eight hours without leaving word to anyone at the office.

Funny, the things that pop into your mind when you hate your job and you want to get out of it.

If it was as simple as my boss being a total fucking lunatic and one of my coworkers being a smarmy, smart-ass asshole. If it was as simple as that. I usually have a high tolerance for bastards like them, but this one is different.

This is a job i truly, truly hate. Down to my guts. Down to my bones.

It isn’t about the bastards presented above, it isn’t about the lousy pay and all the regulations that my lunatic boss imposed on us. Hell, it even ain’t about the boredom that sets in five minutes after stepping in the door.

Its a matter of principles.

Someone once told me that there are things in life that, regardless of the circumstances, you must never let go of. One of those things are your principles. At the risk of sounding absolutist, I believe that even if bad turns to shit, you must always do what is right, and not what is right at the time. The thing is, the concept of me leaving my job even if it took me two damn years to find one seems right more and more everyday. I’m not one to wax ungrateful and holier-than- thou, but the thought of doing something that is certainly immoral and possibly illegal just because your boss is a greedy bastard underneath all the altruistic posturing is just plain wrong.

I was given gifts for a reason; Using them for purposes that entail screwing with other people’s handiwork just doesn’t feel right even if I take money for it. I can’t even put that on my resume, for crying out loud!