It's a free market enterprise, marked by the occasional greedy man who dares to seek more than what he's worth. But with the risk comes the reward, and you meet those whose reward outweigh what they seem they are worth. But the reality of it, lies in the fact that they were willing to risk, and went out on a limb. Where you were content to normalcy. Where you were content with what you had. Because you did not dare to dream for more, in that space that you did not dare to dream what you would have deserved otherwise. And at the end of it all, it's really no one's fault. Except for your own, for all the risks, and the rewards, that you choose to pursue.
I got a haircut yesterday at J-Hair in Salcedo Village, where the guy who cuts my hair speaks barely any English. I was debating to crop it again, but I guess a few snips and a lot of wax makes a big difference. For me at least, because nobody else noticed I had a cut.
Afterwards, I headed out to LPL Towers to pay KT a visit. A few hours and a lot of juicy stories later, I went outside to find that my car had disappeared. Apparently, I missed the big red sign that said TOW AWAY NO PARKING 5pm-7pm. Perfect, since I was inside from 5-7! How awesome is that! So I took a cab to the impounding lot where the car was towed, payed the 1000PHP fine, and got away from an additional 500PHP license ticket fee because I had no Philippine license and because I was dashing and handsome and reminded the goons of an actor on GMA 7.
So I thank the officers for making it a painless transaction, and proceed to start the car. Then the idiot lights come on and the console reads "Coolant Level Low, Stop Engine". Crap. I head out to a gas station around the corner to pop the hood and place a call to King Benny, and find out there is still a partial can of engine coolant in the spare wheel well. Instructions are to mix it 50-50 with water, but the can only has 1/8th remaining, and the container that's supposed to be topped up is bone-dry empty. Pretty useless, and the console still has the warning. I figure I can baby the car back to Magallanes since it's only a 10-15 minute drive, but I keep an eagle eye out on the thermostat. So far so good, until I reach the last 200 meters to my house when the temperature starts climbing up. I inch my way into the parking, and barely make it! There is a hissing sound coming from the radiator and liquid is dripping underneath the hood. My brother jokes that I've reached my car-disaster quota for this year. In my last Manila trip last July, a taxi swerved into my lane and hit my car the night before I leave back for the US.
And as if things couldn't get any worse, I had an awesome allergy attack because of what I ate for dinner at home while I pondered my bad luck. Thank God for antihistamines. I ended up missing the screenings of indie shorts at Fully Booked with the amazing Alexis Tioseco. Yay. :(
Nursing a post-New Year party headache at my bro's pad in Serendra. Kicked off the party circuit last night by myself at 2am, and ran into a lot of old friends (Dave and Genie!) at Mag:Net, along with other friendly faces. Caught the first sunrise of the year with the Matrianos along the outskirts of a dying party at Bonifacio High Street, where I valiantly tried to wingman Mat to set off the year right, but came up a tad short. Fun times!
Would like to catch up with old friends while I'm here in Manila for another two weeks. Please!