Talk about the pains of looking good! Vanity is luxury. It hurts your precious time, patience, and pocket.
Being dealt with like a soccer ball ("Let's shampoo your hair, keep your head steady, let's wash your hair, let's go back to the chair, let's wash your hair, let's go back to the chair, let's blow dry your hair") is no luxury.
It was pretty annoying not to know what it takes to semi-rebond your hair. Just when you thought you are done with the whole process as triggered by a blowdry, you hold on to your bladder to realize that they still need to put more chemicals on your hair!
I thought it would never be over, but boy, am I relieved now that I know that it has ended! All that for beautiful hair (tochang-free) and only good for three months! (Have I told you yet how it costs?) That's what it takes, my friends. That's what it takes.
Taking this topic to a higher notch, it's pretty much the same with making our souls beautiful. It takes a lot of pains to keep our soul clean, healthy and beautiful. Now how does a soul look when beautiful? When our soul only sees the good things in others, and see the bad in ourselves. How do beautify our souls? Difficult. We need a lot of humility to admit that our soul is indeed quite dirty. It also takes a lot of humility to ask advice from the RIGHT people. When our soul has mortal sin (don't know what they are? Check this out: http://www.newadvent.org/cathen/14004b.htm), our souls are ugly. So, we need to clean our souls of mortal sins and venial sins by going to the Sacrament of Confession. In confession, Jesus Christ, through his ministers - the priests - washes our sins away. "Whatever sins you forgive, they are forgiven" Jesus Christ tells his disciples.
And to go to Confession? Very difficult. First, it takes effort to research the confession schedule in our parish. If there's none, it's diffcult to look for other parishes who have confession schedules. If it's easy to find a Church with confession schedules, it's difficult for us to acknowledge that we have indeed committed a mortal sin.
So you guys might have thought how vain I am keeping such a motto. But actually it's more than physical vanity: it's spiritual vanity.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Sunday, October 23, 2005
Waving My Hand for a Turn
After that Megamall incident, I have yet another Driving Horror Story to tell you.
I was driving home from Alabang after dropping off my voice teacher home and after taking-out some Yellow Cab pizza for family dinner. If you have tried driving along Zapote Road going toward SM Soputhmall, I would not need to recount to you the horrific traffic there. Just take it as it is: HORRIFIC. Good thing my teacher was with me so I had more reason to calm myself down. So I dropped her at her very cozy home in Tierra Nueva, and passed by Yellow Cab at the corner of the village. I thought waiting time for my order could be enough time to give for the traffic to ease a bit. I was wrong, and to add to that, it rained. Anyway, I had to go home and feed my family.
So I calmly drove. I thank God I reached the Toll Plaza area with the least hassle possible. But as I reached the Toll Plaza, there was a build up of cars due to a merging traffic. Road courtesy impels us to alternately give way to cars in a merging traffic. So I gave way to the car at my left calmly, and as I was about to take my turn at the merge, the car at my left aggressively accelerated to the car it was following! Hello?! Where is your courtesy?! So I, in my temper and in an effort to teach him a lesson, embarrassed myself (and hopefully embarrassed him, too), pull down my brand new Altis window, stretched out my arm to signal a turn, and looked at him straight in the eye. You're an Alabang boy and with no courtesy at all!
Sheesh. Didn't they attend the LTO seminar on Road Courtesy before they got their license? Even if they didn't attend, didn't they learn basic courtesy at home or in school?
What waste in education.
I was driving home from Alabang after dropping off my voice teacher home and after taking-out some Yellow Cab pizza for family dinner. If you have tried driving along Zapote Road going toward SM Soputhmall, I would not need to recount to you the horrific traffic there. Just take it as it is: HORRIFIC. Good thing my teacher was with me so I had more reason to calm myself down. So I dropped her at her very cozy home in Tierra Nueva, and passed by Yellow Cab at the corner of the village. I thought waiting time for my order could be enough time to give for the traffic to ease a bit. I was wrong, and to add to that, it rained. Anyway, I had to go home and feed my family.
So I calmly drove. I thank God I reached the Toll Plaza area with the least hassle possible. But as I reached the Toll Plaza, there was a build up of cars due to a merging traffic. Road courtesy impels us to alternately give way to cars in a merging traffic. So I gave way to the car at my left calmly, and as I was about to take my turn at the merge, the car at my left aggressively accelerated to the car it was following! Hello?! Where is your courtesy?! So I, in my temper and in an effort to teach him a lesson, embarrassed myself (and hopefully embarrassed him, too), pull down my brand new Altis window, stretched out my arm to signal a turn, and looked at him straight in the eye. You're an Alabang boy and with no courtesy at all!
Sheesh. Didn't they attend the LTO seminar on Road Courtesy before they got their license? Even if they didn't attend, didn't they learn basic courtesy at home or in school?
What waste in education.
Monday, October 10, 2005
Drivers
Yes, driving. As in driving cars. I am a confessed cursing driver. I get easily impatient with uneducated drivers: jeepney drivers who drive as if they own the road, jeepney drivers who do not know how to use the side view mirrors to look if there are oncoming cars, bus drivers who don't care if there are oncoming cars (I think they become tunnel-visioned when they see potential passengers), and other drivers who do not use signal lights.
One of the highlights of my driving experience is when I was lining to park at Megamall Building A. It was a saturday afternoon and I think it was near a payday. I was diligently queuing with the other cars, and religiously following the "alternate" traffic they have always enforced when lining up to enter the building parking. I was about to take my turn, expecting that the "alternate" traffic scheme is being enforced, when a rusty-colored Kia Picanto cut me in front! I noticed the driver to be a bit fair-skinned, clean-cut hair, and even - I thought - good looking. I silently cursed at the driver and when I got a look at the sticker at the back of his car, I saw: "ATENEO SCIENCE AND ENGINEERING." Whoa! was the sticker shouting.
People according to their biases who either react in these ways: 1) "Oh my! Tsk, tsk, tsk" or 2) "Ahh...that's why."
Like what my mom told me, when we drive, we stop being educated. Now, are we going to let that initial reaction get the better of us, or make a difference?
One of the highlights of my driving experience is when I was lining to park at Megamall Building A. It was a saturday afternoon and I think it was near a payday. I was diligently queuing with the other cars, and religiously following the "alternate" traffic they have always enforced when lining up to enter the building parking. I was about to take my turn, expecting that the "alternate" traffic scheme is being enforced, when a rusty-colored Kia Picanto cut me in front! I noticed the driver to be a bit fair-skinned, clean-cut hair, and even - I thought - good looking. I silently cursed at the driver and when I got a look at the sticker at the back of his car, I saw: "ATENEO SCIENCE AND ENGINEERING." Whoa! was the sticker shouting.
People according to their biases who either react in these ways: 1) "Oh my! Tsk, tsk, tsk" or 2) "Ahh...that's why."
Like what my mom told me, when we drive, we stop being educated. Now, are we going to let that initial reaction get the better of us, or make a difference?
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