Really random stuff
A rundown of things and thoughts since end of last week…
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Had a little chit chat with my boss last week about relationships (brought about by a discussion on someone else’s "dark days"). He said that there is no such thing as a perfect relationship. That even though how hard we try, we will never reach that point where we’ll say "this is it, i am so contented, my life is so perfect." Somewhere along the way, when you think everything’s going smooth, you’ll encounter bumps on the road here and there, and you’ll probably meet someone else whom you’ll think is more perfect than your present mate, and you’ll realize you were never contented with what you have. And you’ll sway.
No matter how sometimes I feel like I’m talking to an a$$, come to think of it, he is right. We always seek for the perfect thing — perfect job, perfect mate, perfect life. We always strive for the perfection of everything. But no matter how we try, we won’t get it. We were born with flaws, everyone was born with flaws. And the only thing we could do, after all the seeking and trying, is to accept the things we cannot really change. And that’s how we achieve contentment. Not because we knew we couldn’t do anything, but because after we did everything, it just comes to that.
In this world full of imperfection, no one is exempt.
And yes, even if he’s nice, sometimes my boss can be an a$$. I think I’ve accepted that already.
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My sister and I treated my dad to Max’s Galleria because it was his birthday yesterday, Feb. 19. Actually we treated the whole family to lunch at Max’s.
So anyway, since my youngest brother had ROTC that time, we went ahead and ordered the stuff already. We ate really slow just so by the time we were almost done with lunch or starting dessert, my brother would arrive and have his fare.
About an hour after, two waiters (on separate occasions) asked if we were done with our plates. Of course we said "no." So fine. But there was this damn busboy/cashier, whom I think did this on purpose, asked us if we were getting our bill.
The nerve of this busboy/cashier guy! I snapped and told him no, we were still waiting for a companion.
Whoever knows the management of Max’s Galleria (or Mr. Jun, the supervisor of that branch last Sunday, if ever you get to read this, if you ever have a Friendster account), please tell this busboy/cashier named Mark to act with prudence. I understand you want to accommodate more customers, but hey, we were still eating. We’re paying anyway, so don’t do that to us, or to anyone for that matter.
He just caught me in a bad mood. All bloodied on the 2nd day, if you know what I mean.
Mark, busboy/cashier, I already imagined blasting you with a head-shot with a 3-1 (dang-you!).
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Had a chance to catch the undercard game of the Villoria bout at Galleria (prior to the Max’s thing).
Commentators were (my favorite!) Quinito Henson and the people’s champ, Manny Pacquiao.
I must say, I haven’t changed my perception of Quinito’s way of hosting/commenting. Now he asks Pacquiao (I think these were the exact same words), "So Manny, ano sa tingin mo ang nangyari?"
Yo dude, what is this, a pop quiz for the people’s champ?
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And of course, after Villoria wins, Pacquiao subtly plugs his album. "Para sa ‘yo ang laban na ito," they both chorus.
Nice one. You really made my day.
