All talk.
No one listens.

And you try to help but no one would take your advice.
Might as well stop caring about anything right?



When I was in grade school, maybe 2nd or 3rd grade, I had this clear backpack. It was made of clear plastic with a baby pink bottom and pink straps. I loved that bag because I can show off whatever’s in it. I believe my grandma gave it to me. I’m not sure if she bought it off those Avon Magazines. But it was a nice clear backpack.

For some reason, I was seated at the very back row in the classroom, and we had to go down to the podium to gather for some event. I remember the library was having their book sale, and I saved up all my money for that day.

After the event, I went back upstairs and found my bag open, wallet empty. It initially contained around P300 to P400 (around $6-$8) worth of hard earned savings, and now invisible or probably in someone else’s pocket. Most of the back row and some other seats had their bags opened. Other classrooms also had the same pattern of where the bad people took the money. At that time, I was thinking that it’s such a loss, but I’d be able to get it back. I can’t remember if I cried, but it sure made me borrow more books from the library instead of buy them from the book sale.

That amount had more value than it would have today, but I guess it was just not meant to stay in my hands. Nevertheless, I tried to forget about it, till today. There’s probably a reason why, of all days, today’s the day my brain chose to remember such a memory.

Back to alternative.

If people would start planting and cultivating, and giving them away to as many people as they could, … would the earth be a better place?

Just a random thought… and possibly a good summer project.

What’s happening

How I miss missing people.
It’s been a long time since I’ve last checked on people and asked them how they were, are. A few minutes ago, Friendster told me the unlikely, and happily most of them are happy. Multiply only tells me how life back there is all about the status quo. And Facebook, well… Facebook is a little bit too crowded.
If only I get to talk to these people like I did before.
Anyway, time to make something special for the birthday boy.