This blogger gives me the option to choose what size I'd like the font to appear as. Tiny, small, normal, large, and huge. It pretty much shows how much choices we have today - in just about anything. At McDonald's, fries and drinks could be upsized. At Belo's, boobs could be enlarged. Wendy's has regular and light iced tea. You can do boxing, yoga, hip hop dance or wall climbing for your daily dose of exercise. And chemo I.V. could be inserted in any of about 6 visible veins in one hand by either a gay nurse, a newbie nurse, a pretty nurse, or an okay looking nurse wearing thongs.
For cancer survivors or anyone who has been given a second lease on life, an essential choice is whether to live like we used to or live like newborn babies. I choose the latter. Because not only is it nice to wear tight fitting jeans with your Pampers on, but being child like in a grown up's environment has its own benefits. Lying less (as in telling a lie) makes one feel better. Saying prayers daily is good for the soul. Giving oneself more time for playing games, sleeping or downtime regenerates the body.
Let me make you kuwento. This afternoon, I had to visit SM San Lazaro to take part in the mall tour of Art Angel - the art tv show for kids on GMA which I luckily direct now. It's quite a distance - travelling from QC to España. So, it was a relief when I got to the place. Until I saw the parking sign that said - PAY AS YOU ENTER.
99% of mall goers would probably not mind the sign. I mean what's P25.00. But for someone like me who only had P17.00 worth of coins scattered inside the car, that's one major stress alarm trigger. What made it worse was the fact that I handed 15 pesos to the watch-your-car-boy at church. So, finding no more than 12 one peso coins and 1 five peso coin, I ran my options.
A. Call the production assistant of the show to bring me P8.00. Unfortunately, she didn't answer my calls. B. Look for a Bancnet ATM around the area. Which I attempted - only to find myself driving all the way to Tutuban and not a bank sighting whatsoever. SM only had BDO ATM's. Finding other ATMs would be like a miracle. Or "to (henry) Sy is to believe". C. Text Rea Gomez of SM Prime Holdings and bitch about the parking policy. But what good would that do. D. Charm the parking attendant so they'd allow me to pay the balance upon exit. I didn't have enough guts to try therefore I didn't know if I had enough charm. E. Ask P8.00 from sales agents distributing flyers of a condo unit behind SM. In my mind, I'd say "Spare me P8.00 now and I'll buy a unit from you later." I realized if I didn't have P8.00, then how can I pay for the condo? F. Park the car somewhere free and take a jeep to SM with my coins. Not in Tondo, boy. G. Find a sampaguita vendor, borrow P8.00 and in return, take her with me to SM where I'll pay and treat her to lunch. Too complicated.
Before I came up with an even more stupid option H., thank God that Aileen, the production assistant, was able to anwer my call - of despair.
Had this happened before my cancer, I would've cursed to death and gone home frustrated - hating all of SM. However, today, I just chilled and laughed about it.
One of the rules I've applied to post-cancer life: Be happy. And it's one option I always make available to myself. Like plastic surgery - it makes me beautiful but on the inside. Who needs Vicky when you don't hit Belo your own belt?
For cancer survivors or anyone who has been given a second lease on life, an essential choice is whether to live like we used to or live like newborn babies. I choose the latter. Because not only is it nice to wear tight fitting jeans with your Pampers on, but being child like in a grown up's environment has its own benefits. Lying less (as in telling a lie) makes one feel better. Saying prayers daily is good for the soul. Giving oneself more time for playing games, sleeping or downtime regenerates the body.
Let me make you kuwento. This afternoon, I had to visit SM San Lazaro to take part in the mall tour of Art Angel - the art tv show for kids on GMA which I luckily direct now. It's quite a distance - travelling from QC to España. So, it was a relief when I got to the place. Until I saw the parking sign that said - PAY AS YOU ENTER.
99% of mall goers would probably not mind the sign. I mean what's P25.00. But for someone like me who only had P17.00 worth of coins scattered inside the car, that's one major stress alarm trigger. What made it worse was the fact that I handed 15 pesos to the watch-your-car-boy at church. So, finding no more than 12 one peso coins and 1 five peso coin, I ran my options.
A. Call the production assistant of the show to bring me P8.00. Unfortunately, she didn't answer my calls. B. Look for a Bancnet ATM around the area. Which I attempted - only to find myself driving all the way to Tutuban and not a bank sighting whatsoever. SM only had BDO ATM's. Finding other ATMs would be like a miracle. Or "to (henry) Sy is to believe". C. Text Rea Gomez of SM Prime Holdings and bitch about the parking policy. But what good would that do. D. Charm the parking attendant so they'd allow me to pay the balance upon exit. I didn't have enough guts to try therefore I didn't know if I had enough charm. E. Ask P8.00 from sales agents distributing flyers of a condo unit behind SM. In my mind, I'd say "Spare me P8.00 now and I'll buy a unit from you later." I realized if I didn't have P8.00, then how can I pay for the condo? F. Park the car somewhere free and take a jeep to SM with my coins. Not in Tondo, boy. G. Find a sampaguita vendor, borrow P8.00 and in return, take her with me to SM where I'll pay and treat her to lunch. Too complicated.
Before I came up with an even more stupid option H., thank God that Aileen, the production assistant, was able to anwer my call - of despair.
Had this happened before my cancer, I would've cursed to death and gone home frustrated - hating all of SM. However, today, I just chilled and laughed about it.
One of the rules I've applied to post-cancer life: Be happy. And it's one option I always make available to myself. Like plastic surgery - it makes me beautiful but on the inside. Who needs Vicky when you don't hit Belo your own belt?
posted by Manny D. Angeles at 11:13 AM
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