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Y N O N Y M O U SA name that is a paradox of what I would become. 27/10/2006 Fake or No FakeThis week news came out that there are fake coins circulating around. I haven’t actually heard the news until this morning. This morning feature in Unang Hirit, an early morning show in the local channel, includes how to determine whether a particular coin is a fake or not. It said that a fake coin can be magnetized. The program also interviewed drivers on how they would react if they would found out that a passenger would pay them with fake coins. Some would report to the police, others wouldn’t. After hearing the news, I grabbed a magnet from the fridge and tried the coins in my purse. All of the 25 cents were magnetized and none of the higher valued coins. First thing that came to my mind was that maybe all 25 coins could be magnetized. I put the magnet in my purse. When I got in a jeepney, I hand out a paper bill so that the driver could give me a change of coins. Again only the 25 cents got magnetized. I’m not yet convinced and so when I reached the office, I got hold of the coins I have kept and out of 7, only one stuck up on the magnet. Well, there were fake 25 cent coins indeed. What do we have to do with these fakes? The advise is, either you keep them or return them to the Central Bank. It’s easier said than done, I would like to think so. I’m not really an expert or familiar with economics except for the supply and demand stuff. I don’t know how these fake coins can harm the nation’s economy. What I know is that these fake coins are used for buying and paying. They help small people meet the day’s end. If they found out that their only money is a fake, would life stop? Is it their fault to have those fakes in their pockets? Who’s at fault anyway? Nahhh, poor people can never initiate this illegal trading. Rich and bad people do. Is there something that could be done? Yes. But it really depends on the initiative, dedication and sincerity of the authorities. For us ordinary people, we either go moralistic or realistic. The only problem is, morality seems to hurt us more. So, let us be realistic. Reality is, fake is everywhere. Fake is not unreal anymore. It is true and alive. It has been living with us. Give me anything that could not be faked. None. Even humans could be faked, are fakes.24/10/2006 Hot Chicken SoupThere’s no work today and I have a little fever or colds. I should be in the gym but my doctor’s (that’s me, hehehe) advice is, I should take a rest. I hope this malady would only last till today for I have already taken my au’ naturel chicken soup. That’s ‘tinola’ people, and I cooked it myself. I’m not sure what ingredient in this concoction that makes the colds away. Is it the chicken itself? But I always put lots of ginger, garlic and green pepper, not the bell ones but the pointed hot ones. So what I have been doing today aside from eating? I’m in front of my computer tinkering with my favorite Photoshop. I thought today is the best time to take a look on the photos I took with my digital camera. And behold! I have uploaded four outstanding (my biased evaluation) photos to flickr. Why don’t you visit it at http://www.flickr.com/photos/ynonymous/. 16/10/2006 Unavoidable ForcesI was in a meeting today when the people from the Philippine Web Awards called me over my cell phone. They told me about the status of my entry because they are going to close the judging for the semi-finalists today. I told them that our web server has been down since last week and we have been troubleshooting the problem. They asked me if we could solve the problem today so that we could still get a chance to be judged and maybe qualified to the semis. I told them that we’ll do everything to have our websites online today. They said they’re going to wait until 12 noon tomorrow. As of this time 10:31pm, our website is still down and I twelve hours to panic. It’s not my nature to give up but this time this is something I don’t have control with. I guess this is not our year to be recognized. I could not even blame our service provider because in the first place we could not really make a demand. We are just asking a favor to extend the service until such time we could transfer to another provider. I think we are not paying for this extension. Well, there’s next year. Perhaps it would be our year and no problem like this would arise. It is just a waste because we paid for the entry fee of P2,500.00. It looks like we will lose without a fight and that is very disappointing. I’m just telling myself that for every thing lost, a thing would be found. 8/10/2006 Three Little KittensSome days ago a cat surprised me as I tread half-awake in the living room of our apartment. The cat was surprised too because she scrambled as it sees me. It was a stray cat because our condo apartment prohibits any four-legged foot pet. It was not an uncommon and unexpected site because stray cats in our building abound. In addition, we don’t usually close the door at our laundry area to allow smooth ventilation.
Three days ago, I saw the same cat in the laundry area coming from under the kitchen area. But unlike the first situation she did not scramble away as soon as she sees me. It seems testing me whether I’ll shoo her away or not. I did not shoo her away readily because I would like to know what she’s up to. Then I realized that she seemed to be on a look out when I caught her glancing somewhere on the kitchen. I got a hunch then. So I went to the kitchen and she took off. I am right. There were three newly born kittens under the stove. Three were differently coated. The first was all black; second was tiger coated and the last one was mapped black and white. I am not sure how to react. I sure like to have another pet in the house but cats were not my likely pets. If I’m going to throw them, that would be cruelty. And that I would not do since just some days ago, I saw two kittens on our street dead from being run over by cars. So, I would let these creatures on our stead as long as they want. Two days ago I found the black kitten dead. Why and how? Is that because her mother lacks care? Who am I to judge anyway? They’re not humans after all and they have different mechanisms of caring their young. I’m not sure if the mother was aware of her dead offspring. Before any decomposition set in, I put it in a plastic and throw it in a garbage can along the road. Sorry if I could not give it the proper burial. Yesterday I found only one kitten, the black and white one, under the kitchen. What’s happening? Was the mother abandoning her child? Was she favoring the one that looked like her? Or was she one by one transferring her offspring because she thought I killed one of them? Or did she found a better place for her young? I hope the answer is the latter. Nevertheless, I decided to buy milk for the one who was left behind just in case the mother won’t get her. I just don’t know if I could keep the kitten alive without a mother’s milk. I thought this would be a great challenge for me. Last night when I got home after buying the milk, I found the last kitten gone. I guess the mother is not abandoning her child after all and finally found a better place for them. I am a little disappointed at myself though because I felt I am not blessed of something to care for and I thought nature tells me that I am not responsible enough of taking care of somebody or something. But didn’t she know that I bought milk? I am feeling awful but at the same time relieved of the responsibility I could have tasked myself. Three little kittens, three little lives that should have under my look out. How I wish I could be part of a small struggle of a simple yet important life. Maybe I’m not ready yet but I hope there would come a time I could be part of it, maybe not with a cat family. 6/10/2006 Good Old DaysAfter four days of darkness, we finally had our lights back. If there’s light, there’s life. I think every residents of Metro Manila had a story to tell about their experience with the brief moment of almost “back to basics” lifestyle because of the typhoon that struck the metro last week. I got my own too but I think most of them were no different from a typical “technocentric”. A technocentric person is one that is very dependent on technology or whose life centers more on technological gadgets, such as cell phones, computers, cable TV, etc. I’m not sure if there’s a term of this sort but if there is none then I’m coining now. So last week, life for a technocentric was like hell (an exaggeration of course). But everyone survived, I supposed. This is not the concern of this entry, however. My concern was I found out that when something is denied from you, you would look for substitutes of that denied thing. I think this is human nature. When my cell phone and notebook got drained of its power, there was nothing else to do. I made enough of sleeping so I need to think of something to preoccupy myself. That was when I realized that there was something that I have neglected ever since I got my own computer. Drawing! I got my charcoal pencil and my sketchpad. I looked for something to draw on a magazine and tried my luck on a beautiful model. Under a candle lit room, I managed to draw the portrait and I guess I still have my talent. Yet, I need to practice more. That was a brief episode of a life from ten years ago. I could have lavished on the artistic side of it but the opportunities to go out and return to a costly lifestyle were very tempting. I gave in. Come to think of it. It’s somewhat ironic that it would need a typhoon to return to the good old days. How I wish that I could give a reprise of those artistic endeavors with lights and no calamity whatsoever. |
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