Are You Happy?

It’s been almost three months since I started earning for my own. Masaya rin pala yung nagkakapera ka ng dahil ikaw mismo yung nagtatrabaho para sa sarili mo. ‘Yung tipong you don’t need to ask money from your parents. And you feel proud kasi ‘yung mga nabibili mo na stuff ay galing sa bulsa mo. And you feel also fulfilled kahit papano kasi ‘yung mga stuff na hindi mo naa-access e nadadama mo na.

As I start to get the things I want little by little, mas tumataas ‘yung demand ko para makuha ‘yung mga bagay na gusto ko with a higher price. And I start to think na kulang pa ‘yung kinikita ko - although I get more than what I really need.

Bakit kaya ganun? A lot of people never get contented.. I have a good friend, he works as a sales staff sa isang clothes store. Last time we boozed, we talked about money and stuff. Another friend said nalulunod na daw ako sa pera, and he agreed. Hindi naman ako naniniwala. Kaso that’s what they said. Then my friend started talking na he enjoys his work daw kahit ganun lang daw ‘yun. Bakit ako hindi? I don’t enjoy my job. I don’t even enjoy being with the people there. Nah, hindi naman, I enjoy the glamour of it. ‘Yun lang, at saka ‘yung perang kinikita ko. At saka ‘yung compliments na nakukuha ko, at saka ‘yung pagiging eye candy ko.

My best friend lives a very simple life. Makapag-DOTA lang ‘yun at pakainin mo ng pizza tuwang-tuwa na sya. I know someone na nagtatrabaho sa isang company sa Makati. Mahirap ‘yung trabaho nya dun, but he enjoys it. I have a classmate before, he doesn’t like school, but he enjoys it. I had a friend, he is not rich, but because he has a lot of friends, happy sya.

Bakit ako kahit I have a lot of friends, I am not somehow happy? Bakit ako kahit I have a lot of money right now, I don’t feel contented?

And come to think of it, almost everyone na malapit sakin ay hindi happy? Do we like get along because of the emptiness we feel? I mean, we’re not emo or stuff like that, but we have this feeling of emptiness.. I have a very close friend, nakikita ko ok naman sya, andaming lalaking nagkakandarapa sa kanya, ‘yung tipong sa isang text e mabibigay lahat ng gusto nya. But she is not happy. I have another close friend, he is a secretary, he earns ok, but doesn’t like it. I had a friend, yamanera, may sasakyan, sikat, magandang pamilya, magandang trabaho - pero walang kaibigan. I know someone, sikat din, madami ding nagkakagusto sa kanya, madami din syang pera, pero lagi syang malungkot sa mga status nya sa facebook.

I don’t believe that money can’t buy happiness. Because sakin, it does. Kasi whenever I shop for clothes or do gimik or eat in the most glamorous places, happy naman ako. Pero why don’t I get contented? Why don’t I get fulfilled? Why is everything so hard to achieve?

They're Just Like Me

Sorry if I don't post that often. I'm just busy. Actually I have lots of thoughts in my mind since last month, but I lost of them since I have to refresh my brains for my certification. But there's this one story that remained. So without any further ado, here it is.

It was my off. I texted my friends then we hang out. You know, typical hang out. I sill don't have my pay, so I decided to make tambay in a nearby convenience store with my crew. It's okay, schoolmates from my previous school who rent apartments and dormitories nearby actually make tambay also there. If you make tambay there, you're in.

So anyway, it was the second week of classes I think, or third, can't remember, that was too long ago. So anyway, we spent our time there, talking about senseless thingies, talking about boys, talking about sex. You know. Nothing social. There's nobody there so there's no point in bragging about things.

Until few minutes later, when this group of three ugly people sat by the table beside my crew. Two ugly gays, one with the one-line brows and skimpy lousy unbranded short, the other one, ugly thin and classless haired, and an ugly girl with a cheesy outfit, old-fashioned hairdo with three zits on her forehead. At first everybody was silent. Throwing glances at each other. Until when a gay from the other table, I call them "Freshman College Wannabe's," or FCW for short, spoke up and talk about his highschool experiences. Then a member of his not-so-fetch crew spoke also about his awards and medals. I kinda got annoyed not because they are so loud and all that but because they kinda make sapaw na on my crew that we actually started to talk to each other in a low-toned manner. Nakakainis!! My crew concluded that these are highschool fresh undergraduates.

Then they started talking about stuffs that are obviously should not be talked about loudly. They talked about shopping the next day. Nagpakita pa ng money! Nakakainis kasi andami, and wala man lang akong maipakita para makalaban! They are on for some pasosyalan or payamanan thingy. And what is irritating is that I can't even speak! And my crew neither! Tang ina kasi broke ako nun! And my crew doesn't look good well, ya know oily and skimpy and all that. So wala kaming laban!

Then thay started talking about movies. They want to watch Transformers tomorrow daw. And then the ugly faggots started showing off their money to each other, and also to us. And then they started to fight over who has more money and who is richer. I really want to do the bitch cat fight but what can I do?! I don't have my resources with me!

What more annoying is that, I do the same thing. Nakakainis pala ang manner na ganon.. If I would go back to the times that I did pretty much the same, yung pinaparinggan ko siguro ay galit na galit din. Hindi pala maganda sa pandinig especially if you really don't look like a rich kid...

Anyways---

I wanted to talk about my experiences in night clubs! I wanted to talk about my truck! I wanted to talk about Makati! I wanted to talk about Zara, Topshop, Marks & Spencer, and not about penshoppe, bench, and human. I wanted to talk about Isla Fisher and Confessions of a Shopaholic! But I can't!!!! Because my crew doesn't even know about them!! And I really can't!!! Because at that time, they look better because they look bagong ligo!!!!!

And then they left!

NAKAKAINIS!!!!!!!!

If I ever see that FCW ugly faggots and a girl with three zits on her wrinkled forehead, I'll make sure that I'll make my revenge!!!!!!!!!

Colleague

I'm on training right now with my grade school batchmate. We started last week, on Monday, and it has been fun so far. I'm treating this training as a stepping stone, because after I gained experience through this, I'll transfer to a better-known company. So anyways, before anything else, I'll describe this good friend of mine. Well, he's straight. On the same track with my age, likes computer games. A rocker by heart, he actually taught me the basics of guitar. He looks weird, his hair is long, he looks emo-ish, he doesn't drink alcohol. He looks like this ---->


Which is the very opposite of me. Because I look like some kinda this ---->

I know, right? On the first day, since I don't know anybody yet, we're together. Even though I don't like it. Because we are wearing the suuuper different clothes. And we don't look equal. And we don't belong to the same status. So I decided to befriend some of my colleagues and I was successful. I gained their trusts. On the second day, I was with this group already. Because that's the way it should be. My good friend is with us, but he can't butt in our conversation because the group talks about fashion, political situations, pop, hiphop and rnb, nicole scherzinger, restaurants, Malate, and some normal stuffs. And all he knows about is computer games, rock music and tattoos. And nobody in my "newly" created group is interested with those. We live on the same area, so we always go to the office together. But since the third day, I started making alibis in order avoid him and get to the office alone without some rocker with me. I hate rockers, I don't know why. So anyways, on the fourth day, he was surprised because I came earlier than him because I told him that I won't be able to wait for him at the bus stop because I'm going to visit a sick friend. I just told him that my friend was already released. I think he's mad, I think he knew that I was lying. So anyways, I continued ignoring him at the office, and it was a good thing that we are not team mates so that I have a better excuse for not talking to him that much. I was ignoring him, yeah I'm guilty but I still talk to him during breaks and we go home together so I still talk to him, but I really don't like him. Actually when we applied for that company I was hoping that he won't get the job. I just used him because I wanted someone to accompany me.

Anyways, because he is kinda isolated and he's an emo guy, he didn't survive the call center industry. He only tried the first week of it, and never showed up anymore. I think it's because he doesn't have friends there, or it's because I was ignoring him that made him quit. I might be bad by saying this, but it's the best decision he made --- for me. But he's still my good friend! :)

Best Friend

So a couple of days ago, I earned money from having some people renting my truck. And then of course it's shopping time. So I went home on Sunday, because it's family day. Just when I was about to come back to my best friend's pad on Monday, my truck just won't start! Damn, I don't want to commute! Helloooo? I'm bringing with me lots of load... So I messaged my best friend that I won't be home soon. You know I have a problem with staying home with my folks because it could be so freaking boooring..... So I went out, messaged few of my friends, and then switched to night out mode. That was last Thursday. I was busy looking for a job last Monday, and Tuesday of that week. The last time I saw my best friend was on Tuesday, after I applied for a position in a call center. He was on his early stages of getting sick. His head was extremely aching, according to him, and he couldn't eat. So after I gave him few advises on what to do and what medications to take (since I was in line with the medical field), and eating his unfinished food because I was so super super super hungry at that time, I decided to leave him and go home - cause I was super super tired too. Now wait let's jump to Thursday, there, as I was saying I went out, messaged few of my friends, and have them inviting me to a party or some booze sessions. I was texted by my best friend and requested me to come over and nurse him. I didn't respond because I was so having fun! Hellooo? So anyway, Friday night is a booze night, so please, that's an excuse for me of course.. I went to visit a friend in some place, I was with the guy I've been eyeing for, then we hung out for a moment, then went to a bar. There. So anyway, Saturday night, I felt guilty with what I've done to my best friend, so I messaged him saying I will come over and take care of him. But I received an invite from a friend asking me to come out and check out what's happening in a bar somewhere. So I ditched my good best friend again and went out! He has been messaging me asking where am I? What time will I arrive at? And everything.. I just said that I don't have money for the fare!! He's super sick at that time - his temperature was 39C. Hey, I was so rude, but I had a real good time at the party!

Driving Jitters

I should’ve made this blog before. I had no time since I was still studying then. The last semester I was enrolled in ended just this March. I’ve been a bum for a month and a half already. I should’ve posted these things before.. So anyways, I’m currently living far from home, here with male best friend. I have lots of best friends. Ya know.. So anyway, I’m currently looking for a job, I’m gonna stop school for a while, my mom told me she didn’t have enough money for my studies. I was like, okay.. I’m sad.. If I just did what I had to do, and not waste all the tuition fees away, I should’ve already graduated. I enjoyed the college life so much that I found out that it’s already 5 years! My family used to have money for everything we need. 3 years ago.. When the family business started to sell low, we also started to embrace the so-called poverty. With debts all over. My dad had to go back abroad after 15 years to be an employee again. His job there? A steel fixer. Whatever it is, I may never know. My theory says it’s like a being construction worker (in the steels area though), my dad never tells me what his job is like. He’s been away for a year now, and his contract will expire in two years. But he’ll be home by this June… He called my mom told her that he puked blood! I was scared; I wanted him to go home. I’m in the medical field so I know what puking blood means.

At the same time, I have this evil feeling that he shouldn’t go home yet. You see, when he left the country, he also left me the keys to the family vehicle. An L300 type of crap. But it’s cool, I’m driving it right now. I learned driving it in a week! Though I crashed a couple of times. My mom will be very upset as soon as she sees the wounds of my baby when I bring the car home. Anyway, my friends were amazed with my driving. We went to different places. I still got no license, but I’m brave enough! The first time I drove the highway without any professional with me was the scariest moment of the 1 week history of my driving. There were couple of freaking scenes in just a day:

Scene #1: I can’t get through the intersection. – Mr. Traffic Enforcer invited me to pull over.
Scene #2: I crashed with a sitting guy. – He slammed onto my vehicle’s side. Ooh, that’s gotta hurt!
Scene #3: I made that other vehicle spin. – I monstered the other lane and the poor driver tried all his efforts not crash with me, then he turned circles!
Scene #4: My lights are off. – I didn’t know that my lights are off until I nearly ran over a walking ugly guy.
Scene #5: One way. – I entered a one-way street. Period.
Scene #6: I can’t go home. - After all of the accidents, I was too shaky to drive home.

Anyway, I hope my dad will be fine. I hope his condition is not that serious. He’s 49, and still working his bones out. I might be selfish to think this way, that he won’t go home yet until I’m finished with my so called “car flaunting”. But what can I do? It feels good when people around me I know see me driving. I miss my dad but I’m still not done with my social climbing yet…

The Social Climber

The Social Climber. What does it mean? Well let me read it from the dictionary..

According to the dictionary, a social climber is a person who attempts to gain admission into a group with a higher social standing.

So the dictionary says that if you "social climb," you are trying to get this social level with the help of some companions. Hmm... TRUE!

Now let's hear it from the people around the net..

One person said that, a social climber is a person who finds the need to blow you off for a person of higher social status than you.

So like if you are called by your friends, and you are with your "better friends," you will ignore your friends because you're a social climber! Have you done that? I've done that a couple of times!!!

Another person said that, a social climber is a person who tries to seek social acceptance either through:

1.) the expense of someone else - you try to fit into someone's world even if you have to endure figuring out things unfamiliar with you, just because that someone, has a nice car, is a son of a rich businessman, and speaks good english!
2.) the use of obsequious behavior - you try to be the good samaritan and run errands for your target, for him to think that you easy-to-be-with and obedient, so the blessings will all come down to you!
3.) "forced" companionship - you have been introduced to a campus superstar by a common friend, then you get the superstar's contacts and try to be with her all the time!

Another one said that a social climber is a person who will stop at nothing to achieve one thing and one thing alone: Popularity. In others words, high social status. This person will go to any extent to gain "cooler" friends, and they disregard the fact that karma will bight them in the ass later...

He said it very well.



Whatever one's definition is, social climbers don't care. We enjoy being called categorized as a social climber. It's our way of expressing our selves.


People say that in order to be accepted by the society, be true to yourself. But what can I do? THIS IS THE REAL ME! The real me is fake.