Magkano na ang Lactum?

Anyways, I came here again to jot what my mind has been telling me for days now which dwell on the three things I am only occupied about - home, work, and school.

Home means a lot of money has been going out and it is draining us well. We had this money talk one time and got into details of our finances when all of a sudden we asked ourselves why is it getting harder these days? Really, with all the wrong financial  decisions (not matching cashoutflow with the cash inflow and stuff); also with the house stripping us of around 7k in a month, and upping Sha’s pay and Gabby’s baby needs hitting up the 300% increase mark on milk is having me reassess the paycheck.

Then after the current situation we got to the investing part, of owning a house and a car and even if we don’t openly admit, that part of the conversation of getting envious of the people who have been getting past us in the “going rich” lane.

We dealt with the migration part on who goes first to where and the most important question of when. Years ago he has not been very into those discussions but I think these days he’s been pondering a lot about the things we need to get moving to pump more gas in our car, figuratively.

What’s good about this though is we don’t fight and merely take these as facts that we needed to get around with. I still get in love with the man I planned those dreams with and while we are starting the reality of those dreams and are having a hard startup I always tell myself that it doesn’t matter how long it will take because we have a lifetime for it. Only at times I get to be so pressing that it’s turning me sideways.

I am quelled on having to explore much out of work since my schooling needed to be taken into consideration.

Anong Gupit Mo?

This is not a read between the line post, I just wanted to write about what I thought about when I had my hair trimmed earlier this morning.

Dalawa ang pinag-pipilian kong salon - yung Petra at Pepita sa may kanto ng Q Ave at Edsa tsaka yung Reyes Haircutters sa Philcoa. They are both on my way home but their price differs. Petra and Pepita Salon charges Php38 for a haircut while the latter charges Php50.

While I was deciding though, I thought Reyes charges a hundred and it made a factor why I chose to go there thinking that if I wanted quality it had to be proportional with the price. If the salon charges one hundred pesos to account for profit, haircutters' labor, and overhead - it is safe to bet that because the haircutter's part in the pie  he will be happier to trim my hair properly.

I was satisfied with the haircut. When I went to the counter the cashier told me that the service costed Php50 only. The pie in my head started to shrink and scream fifty pesos only! The haircutter's portion of the pie started to thin dramatically. How many minutes did the haircutter spend trimming my hair plus the extra minutes he spent redoing the whole thing because I wanted it  a little shorter?

Text Message Sent

Balita ko pinipili mo na lang daw ang tinitext mo a, sabi ng kuya ko nang minsang mahuli nya ako sa facebook. Sabi ko wala akong oras at kung naiintindihan yun ng ibang tao, hindi nila sasabihing namimili ako. Pero pagkatapos naming magchat sabi ko kailangan ko na talagang isulat ang mga bagay na nasa utak ko.

Hindi ang kawalan ng oras ang dahilan. Hindi ang walang muwang na oras ang dapat laging sisihin sa mga kakulangan. Dahil marami tayo nyan at hindi lang natin napapahalagahan.

Araw araw pag papasok ako ng opisina, isang oras ang nagugugol ko sa byahe. Sa isang oras na ito nakakapagmumuni muni ako sa mga bagay na hindi na nagkakaroon ng puwang sa masyadong busy kong schedule - yun ang nais kong ikatwiran. Nandyan ang pagtanong ko sa kabuluhan ng buhay na pinili ko at sa mga ideyang hindi nakatalon mula sa pangarap patungo sa reyalidad.

UP Ikot

I am now in my second year studying MBA in Peyups (yes, whether you like it or not). I am an average person upstairs but I improvise creatively. Wisdom is not solely attributed to intelligence although more often we underestimate our capability to get through any situation requiring application of that so called data-to-information process.

As I was rushing out of the building right after my IT Management class last night to catch the last UP Ikot trip, I saw this car approach the driveway. It would not have caught my attention had it not have a uniformed driver and my classmate riding at the backseat. She looked like she wanted to discreetly do so but I saw her and she saw me see her.

It got me into thinking not about the disparity of our economic status but about the different kinds of people studying and their reasons behind.

Clearly, I and she made the same thought process in deciding to take the masters and have the same determination to finish the course.

We just take different rides to get there.

Backless

I'm back! I really wanted to write even just one entry in 2014 but never had the chance. well, i really had maybe a lot of chances but the intention never got past my complacency to actually sit down and blabber.

And then I enrolled in IELTS review for my IELTS exam sometime soon.

One of the advice was to keep on writing, reading, and speaking English until it  becomes natural for me to write, read, and speak as if English is my vernacular.

So here I am. I got rusty based on the diagnostics but one thing you should know about me is that I don't easily get discouraged.

Here's Gabby practicing her writing.