If ever you’re on SLEX and you find yourself suddenly craving for good hearty bulalo, head for Calamba exit and just right off the main highway is Aviles Restaurant. For six hundred pesos, you can feed 4-5 hungry souls with a massive chunk of fork tender meat, and unlimited soup. The soup is savory — none of those flavoring hacks — like the meat was boiled in it with hours of gingerly love.
Adulting 101: Pay attention to the fine print on your bills. The devil, and extra charges, are in the details.
I am a very patient person, but if there is one thing that tests my patience, it’s making calls to utility companies. I understand our bare minimum arrangement when I sign up for a contracts with companies. You provide me a service in exchange for money which I will pay on the date it is due. I do what’s obligated of me on my end of this agreement. Somehow, it fails on the other end. And I have to make a call. And I hate it. It always makes me feel helpless.
I exercise maximum tolerance at the beginning of these calls. I understand that these agents have spiels and they have to follow the script. I understand that they are just employees who follow rules. But sometimes, the rules does not make sense. And here’s where I start being irate.
Pro tip: Set aside time for the call. When you know you’re right, and nothing happens the first time you explain your problem, don’t bother explaining the second time to the same person. Ask for the supervisor. They will tell you the supervisor is busy, but tell them you have nothing else to do, so you can wait. Wait for as long as it takes. They will hate the fact that you’re holding up the line. There will be annoying hold music. There will be a lot of “we’ll just get back to you when our supervisor is free.” BS. Hold your ground. What you called for will eventually happen.
I feel as I grow older and ehem, wiser, it’s becoming easier for me to let go. I am coming to my own, embracing what I truly like and not what society or social media thinks I should like. Along with it, the things I’ve consumed before that in reality doesn’t bring me joy, I can now easily determine. In everything, I have a “true love” rule. I will only purchase it or I will only bring it home if I feel it’s true love. If I try on a shirt, and it’s almost perfect except for that one thing — that the sleeves don’t fall at the right length, or the collar doesn’t look flattering — it’s not true love. If it has even one flaw that I have to convince myself to overlook, it’s not true love. I know true love if I see one. Or better yet, if I feel it. I know what I want, and what I want is true love, in all aspects.
I’ve let go of a lot of stuff recently, all of them go to my sisters and my mother and my nieces. I’ve replaced some with new buys, and learned to love what I have kept behind. There will be a point in time in the future where I have a house where it’s just filled with “true love”. Not yet there, but it’s an exciting work in progress.
It had been my habit that every time I get a good chunk of free time on my hands, I’d whip my house back to shape. It’s a practice that I’ve picked up since childhood. Right before the turn of the new year, or during the last week of summer or during Holy Week, my mother would make us help her out sorting thru the house. My mother can be a hoarder and thrice a year, she would purge what she willfully can, and make us join in on the action. I am not so much of a pack rat, and there are less of my stuff to sort. I am definitely married to one though, and sometimes, I cannot believe how much stuff you can amass in a small space in a span of time.
So every now and then, I purge. I edit. I throw away what I deem is just clutter. My house is by no measure clean and tidy all the time, but I make sure it’s filled with things that we need and less of what we can live without.
I feel like at this point, Netflix knows me better than my closest friends, well, at least when it comes to what I like to watch. So when it recommended that I watch 13 Reasons Why because given our intimate history, that I *might* like it, resisting is futile. When it dropped the entire season, I and my addictive tendencies inevitable binged. I must watch it.
The first few episodes was a rough start for me, like a bitter pill that’s trying so hard to go down q very dry throat. I wanted to like it so much because netflix told me I was going to like it. A lot of people like it, so why am I not getting into this? There a dead girl in the beginning of the story. I’m into dead girls’ stories. A few more episodes in and at this point, I felt like trudging on, dragging my feet just because I’ve already invested about 5 hours of my life. I was done with half the season when I realize: I hate this. I hate every character. I hate all of them.
I hated Hannah Baker. I find her annoying and self-centered and vicious. Also, one of my hated traits when it comes to people is when they come off as a victim, or in more proper colloquial terms, pabiktima. Like everything is happening to them and there’s nothing they can do about it so they’ll just sulk and be vindictive, play the victim card and blame it on everybody but themselves. I hate that. I hate that with a passion.
I hate all her friends. Everybody is so petty. I did not like even one character in that series.
Except Kate Walsh. I love Kate Walsh. She will forever be Dr. Addison Montgomery Shepard. She will forever be from the land of Passive Aggressiva and she will always be my queen.
I hate Clay Jensen too. I feel like he likes to play the victim card too. And I don’t like how inefficient he is. Like if I were him, I’d skip to my tape, like it’ll all be done on the first episode.
‘Eh de potah, wala naman pala akong ginawa sayo, bat ako nasali dito?!?’ That is how it should’ve gone down.
And then I realized that maybe, I am just not its target market. It’s based on a young adult novel, and I am by no means a young adult. You know you’re a grown ass woman when teen angsty shows make you cringe.
But I am no quitter. I’m here 6 episodes in. I can finish this in half a day, then I can forget that the whole thing ever happened it.
I guess I finally got into it by episode 9, when we finally got I felt like I hit the meat of the story, and then at the episode when I finally understood where Hannah is coming from. I felt like I can finally forgive them all for wasting my time. I can actually forgive myself for yet again, finding a way to waste my precious time.