An Art Called Noise Pollution

                                                                                                    

            “Too much love will kill you,” and a prolonged exposure too political aspirants jingle will damage your brain, erase all your sanity within and cause at times cardiac-arrest. Bad music causes disaster and oblivion, rape and all the catastrophes in the world much like seeing any image of Kris Aquino will make you feel sick and just want to throw up, and at this kind of chaotic scene, I always resort to my kind of music, turn the volume knob to its fullest and blast away all those fucking pain in the ass, ear shattering noise pollution. Self-deprivation of good music may cause a delusional world called Philippines and listening to the likes of ai-ai and Diet let this country to give birth to another trash, Jovit Baldovino.

            First and foremost, I am not holding any grudge towards the guy, he has a good voice. But that’s it, period. Having a kick ass voice, a hell-I-can-fucking-reach-those-high-notes throat doesn’t mean that you’ll have a good taste of music too. A good example of this is his songs. Okay-okay, so he won the title in a talent search for singing Brian May’s song, but the judges there doesn’t even had a taste for real talent and one of them doesn’t have any talent herself. So, he was largely influenced by hair-metal, tight-jeans-see-my-dick-blot-jeans music due to his father failure to succeed in the music business. So he grew up with Bon Jovi, Axel Rose and Sebastian Bach as his mentor, Sir eddie van halen was beside them whenever they are practicing and it was the late great lord Freddie Mercury who tap his back and told him to compete in the competition. But it didn’t mean that he would really grew with the right kind of sounding, the right taste between you sound good and you suck. Common, let’s face it haven’t you seen the way he sang? He looks like a Piolo Pascual having a hard time unleashing his wrath due to excessive use of his rear entrance by Sam Milby.

            Fine, music is for us to hear and not to see, then why are they still releasing worthless shit? I mean common, is that all to his music? I still remember his awful song on a bus I was riding for manila last month, I just can’t remember the title and the lyrics, but the music itself is poorly crafted that it really registered in my mind. It sounded really awful that I was about to puke beside a nice looking asshole beside me. If only I haven’t paid the fare, I might had took of the bus and wait for another one or maybe if only I was using a portable music player, then this post wouldn’t even exist in the first place. But why is it still being played in some radio stations? Listening to this kind of music would inflict self-harm without them noticing it, it’s the main source of road accidents for it damages your brain too much, that one wouldn’t even have time to stop and think before their mindless acts.

            As the Election Day comes nearer every day, more and more worthless shit hits the air to pesterized our ears with their un-mindful campaign jingles. Think of this, they would play their jingle as early as 6am to wake you up from your slumber, hell; they really got your attention didn’t they? They would turn their volume like there’s no tomorrow to shatter all your ear waxes, when, mind you, they care none on how they sound, they would just sit behind the wheels and roam freely around your turf and spit in your face cause you can do none to stop this chaos…and much of the time, they sound like your nagging mother having a bad sex day because your old man’s Johnson wont wake up. I think, all candidates for a government seat must have a crash course on sound engineering, I mean come’ on.  If you really want to win Juan dela cruz heart, might as well learn how to sing and crate a good music…and invest on good, if not the best, sound system. If you’re living somewhere here in my town, then you might as well have heard of those screeching jingles. Some would sound like tiya pusit due to lack of bass and over use of treble, and some sounds like a scratching paper mix with a very low farting sound due to the excessive use of bass. What’s with the jingle if voters won’t even listen to it due to its pitiful sounding? Worst case scenario, Even the aspirant hate his own jingle.

            We, Filipinos love to sing, in the toilet, kitchen, hotel, park, even in the Celebes Sea. I can think of any occasion that there’s no any kind of music within a 5meter radius. From wedding bands to death bands, birthday karaoke to wake’s singing marathon-till-you-die-too. And as far as I can remember, it was a Filipino inventor who made the karaoke. We love music too much that even Abraham Laboriel was stunned in awe to us on how good we are in copying and studying others music. We have so much passion in this that our country has produced the likes of Kirk Hammet, Arnel Pineda to name some, “Charisse Pempenco is from another race called hydrofied, and I don’t want to nag on her egocentric attitude at this moment.” I think it was just last year when sir Francis Brew Reyes posted something on his FB wall on how he envies others country by means of investing on good music. Bear this in mind, there’s no such thing as a Beautiful knob nor any good voice volume on any mixers and amps, all that you would see is low, middle and high, so would you all please study on how to mix and blend it properly and most of all, please invest the right speakers for the right mixer. Think of this, you would not brew a coffee using freezing water right?

Serves Them Right

-by Jack Falvey

Readers Digest, February 1993 issue.

                        Where I live are two similar buildings that I visit regularly. Both are free-standing, single story structures with ample parking and drive through facilities. Each has a canvas banner tied across the front. One says, “Try Our Chicken Fajitas”; the other, “Try Our ATM,” or automated teller machine. In many ways they are in similar businesses. The wonder is that they take such different approaches to the same customers.

            Dick Morrison, owner of the local McDonald’s, discovered that more than 50% of his business   came at his drive-through window. So he ripped out the side of his building and added a second window just for the cash part of the transaction. The existing window was used for order pickups. He then attached two-way radios to his employees so they could work as a team to better serve his driving customers. The object was to serve more customers faster, and thus build volume and profits.

            At the other business, a local branch bank, a larghe number of customer used the drive-through window. It did double duty. Hooked up to the window was a vacuum-tube system that connected with an-other drive-through unit on a small island opposite. This way, two customers could be served at once. However, the bank figured that switching the customer island to as automated teller machine would cut cost and increased profits. So the vacuum-tube unit was torn out and replace with an ATM. An hour was also cut off the drive-through window schedule.

            Soon there were long lines at the drive-through window, and customers were complaining. Ever the salesman, the bank manager replied that ATMs are the next great wonder of the world, and that everyone should give the machine the machine.

            At McDonald’s, Dick Morrison has an office in his building. He is seldom in it. He says his customers won’t take the trouble to go back to see him, so he works outside a lot, cleaning up trash and pruning the roses. Everyone in town knows that the guy in the cardigan sweater and baseball cap is Dick and that he owns the place.

            Inside McDonald’s, even though there are many more customers than in the bank, there are no red-rope mazes. No one says, “Who’s next?” all you here is, “Can I help you over here?” Behind the counter is a level of activity an army gun crew would admire. Sometimes three people will fill just one order. They look over ones shoulder at the computer screens and run to get what’s missing. All the managers help when things become busy. Often, during lunch hour, Morrison cooks the fries to free one more counterperson and speed up his operation

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            At the bank, the manager has an office on the corner of the building. It has two glass walls, so the drive in-line often wraps right around it. Everyone can see him in there, either on the phone or doing paper work. Since his back is to the windows, he never makes eye contact to those in line.

            Sometimes people line outside park their cars, hoping to get through quicker on the inside. But the teller line inside seldom seems to have more than two windows open. There maybe three or four extra workers doing things in the back, but they are usually too busy to help the people standing in line. And to all those bank people sitting at their desk only ten feet away, the customer seems to be always invisible.

             Do people talk about the fast service at McDonald’s?  Always, for they always go there. Do people talk about the slow service at the bank? All the time. And they do everything they can to keep them from going there. They cash checks at the supermarket or the gas station. They send deposits by mail.

            Knowing what customer needs and want is basic to any business. The people at McDonald’s have mastered this lesson. Many experienced bank managers have not. And they are paying the price. The  folks in my town aren’t surprised that McDonald’s has been thriving, while the area’s bank have not.

The Unsung heroes…

            For a moment, rage slips away from my head, hatred seems to vanish along with my insipid dreams and a thought just pop up inside my quarter pounder that had push me to putdown my pitchfork and wipe these grin from my efing face. I’d been pestering them relentlessly since day1 of my blogging days, and I just felt that it’s time to let hatred and animosity be dissolved and wash away in this sea of forgotten praises. To give my respect to some of my bosses who silently strives to be a better human, if not a manager. Yet still, kudos to them!

            Seriously, does anyone here know that they are not paid equally on holidays? That they don’t have any double pay on holidays, or any Over-Time payment for their extended time of work? Common, let’s not be so Rachel dela Cruz and be a hypocrite at heart! Though they eat a lot, that’s all that can take back for working long fucking hours with no payment, I mean, is this the real essence of charity? If you could only hear how our kuya scold them in their meeting, how they work mindless our just to make ate and kuya happy. OT without payment, not even Over Thank you, but Over Tawad.

            I’m no ass kisser or a dick sucker like those insipid phoneys at store, all I know is that, its time I give my praise to my bosses who steadfastly absorb all the brutal verbal assault not only from us but also from those higher niggards. But please, I beseech you my friends to spare me from your mockery for sansan and ethel would be the least of all that I will give my praises to. You see, like an ancient ninjas, they have stealthy mastered the art of looking down on us, they have stoop on us so low that they treat us like no humans, but a mere peasant, if not a robot that must forcedly work because we are highly paid, but then again, I’m not here to nag on those fucking two, but to give credit to our unsung heroes…our managers.

            All we know about them is they eat a lot, pesterize our shifts, nag on our uniforms, but isn’t that their job, or maybe not? But are all of them like sansan who love to spin round-and-roun the whole store to ruin our hopes and dreams, Hell no! Had you been ever been pesterized or documented by jayjune? Hell, no one here I think, has ever been drag to hell by jayjune due to our late, cash over short or simply by our utter mindless acts to not follow our standards? I give my credit to him not because he’s my friend or due to the fact that he’s my “kumpare” but because of this, whenever that he’s our mic, I can say arrogantly that we always had a smooth shift, he trust us so much to let us handle our job, and it’s a fucking nice thing.

            For an instance, think about mam cel, though she loves to fire fiery words of corrections, it was never a personal matter. Though some asshole acuse her of having “favouritism, she never had, were all treated in the same way as others, though at times you might see her treating others in a higher resperct, its only due to this. Their doing their jobs at heart, and if you want to feel it too, maybe stop nagging on things you care none and start working.

            I still remember a former manager, s’ Ricky, he was my mentor, a good teacher who moulded me to what I am now, he taught me on vast field of things that I’m using on my job now, I was never trained properly only by him and by the MRC book, and I’m no William or Enteng, but I have my ways to fix things as much as I can.

            Think of M’ hazel, she’s happy and gay, and that’s how are shifts whenever she’s around, I can’t even think of a single documentation that I received from her. Was it because she’s my friend and batch mate in our work, maybe yes and maybe not, yet still I like working whens she’s the MIC.

How about M’ Pre and M’ Clarriz? If you’re a thunder cats, then you might have noticed the changes in them, and a change with progress is a good thing! If only you’ve met them 5yrs ago, you might have said that they are the daughters of hell. But as I said, they have change a lot, and give my deepest respect to them now! Kudos to the both of them.

And how about M’ Gay? All I can say is that she never pesterized me since day 1, its a little bias here. I haven’t even mentioned, S’ lon, M’ jeime, S’ Eugene who I have a big respect too, though they are assigned in other stores now.

At the end of the day, some of us might still hate them, others might still try too shoot them from behind, yet still smile in front of them, but that’s how life is, we’re all just phoneys at heart! As I end this post, some of you might have soften a little towards them and give now their due respects. If we just try to stop hating them and try to think of this, we won’t be scold or documented if we haven’t done anything wrong, am I not right? In a horse race, the winning horse didn’t win because he wanted too, but because of the pain from the whipping of its jockey who wants him to win, so if you feel like the pain is intolerable, they just want you to win badly for they believe in you so much. Don’t be like those former crews who hate our store so much yet it’s our store that brought in their tables for many days…fucking assholes! I remember S’ j-em once said, work is work, if your being scolded it’s due to the kind of your work, nothing personal. Our managers are still workers, were all workers here… we share all the pain inside this, they just don’t show you, believe me, you cannot stand how they are being humiliated in their meeting…we are all casualties here.

Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate

Its 3:21 am, and I’m still up by this thoughts that’s holding me to lay back and dream somewhere in the heavens with her, or maybe it’s due to this thick caffeine that id been sipping relentlessly or maybe it’s because of those massive beer that we gulped last night to help me escape in this world of not having her. No stars can be seen from here and mother moon weeps tears somewhere behind those dark clouds of lies. My heart wails in this catastrophe and I can do none to ease the pain inside. I reside in this inevitable agony, no love for me to snuggle. Silently, I weep inside and no soul can understand the apathy I feel.

Love was never wrong, I think. Only time and situation might be. Utter sadness resonates in my heart, death and hades smear at me from afar; betting if I’ll slit my throat and meet them in the 9 circles of hell. Sacrifice was the only language of love, and it is always accompanied by his friend pain. And I know, Pain and love, they are both deathless gods.

Was it too early for me to let go? Or was it too late for me to gather my strength and fight? All I know is that I haven’t even start to fight, or was there still reason to fight? Tears run dry as I hid myself in this comport of pretention, smiling at every soul, hiding the sadness that resides in my eyes. To whom will I tell? Is there anyone knows the pain I keep inside? Must I give up and dwell in a muddle of agony called letting her go?

I’m so weak; I can’t even fight for my love. All I can do is cry in front of this gadget as I put my sufferings into words that no mortal can understand. I tried so hard to conceal this pain, yet tears still manage to slip out from my eyes. I wish she was here to comfort me from this ever-present agony. All my iniquities had led her to leave me; all I can do is mock at destiny and moan for my wrong decisions.

I’m stuck here in this limbo, spinning round and round, chasing an empty dream. Wishing that I had the guts to drop off these chains of commitment, chase those wind of happiness and fly amidst the heaven of love and fear. 

            Cold breeze touches my soul, telling me to let go. Yet I can’t, no matter how hard mother earth tries to bribe me with her wealth, all I can see is doom if I’m not with her. I’m just a weakling, I’m just pretending to be a tough alpha male, yet inside, and I’m too weak to fight for my life. I’m too weak and I can’t let go.

            How can I move on, when she’s all I can think of? How can I start a new beginning, when it’s her eyes that I long to see each time I wake up? How can I live, when she’s the air I breathe? But everything has its own reason, and not without a cost that we will go down in to this abyss, it is willed from high above, yet I just wish that we were faithful to those oats we have blurted out. Sadly, all I feel is that I’m the only one left in this universe called love, waiting, dying from this never-ending pain.

            If by chance, somewhere in the future, we’ll meet up again, maybe by fate, I’ll fight for her no matter what the cost, forever I'll cling on that someday.

 Everything must come to an end; I was just dreaming mine to end beside her…

           

Tamad Nga Ba Si Juan?

senglot.

            Tamad nga ba si juan? Yan ang naitanong ko sa ilang kakilala. Kung naniniwala sila na tamad ang mga Pilipino. May ilang optimistic at naniniwala na may sipag si juan sa katawan, ilang pessimistic tulad ko, at pailan-ilan na undecided, tila mga polotiko na hindi pa alam kung kaninong kilikili sisinghot para manalo. Siguro dahil sa alam nilang puro katarantaduhan lang ang ginagawa ko kaya yun namang iba, natatawa at ayaw mag komento. Pero ikaw na nagbabasa, sa palagay mo tamad ba talaga tayong mga Pilipino?

            May nag sabi na kapag mahirap daw ang isang bagay, ditto na daw tinatamad ang mga pinoy, tila computer games na dapat novice o easy lang dapat ang difficulty level. Sabagay, kahit ako pag mahirap ang sinisipra ko, tinitigilan ko muna, pag kalmado na ang utak at malinaw na ulit ang tenga, saka ko sinisimulan ulit pakingan, at ibang bagay ito. May isa naman nag sabi na sa oras palang, kita ng tamad tayo, kaya siguro nagawa ang salitang FILIPINO TIME, kung kasama na to sa Webster dictionary ay hindi ko pa lang alam.

hep-hep?

            Pero ano nga ba ang katamaran, at ano nga ba ang kasipagan. Medyo ilang araw ko na din itong tanong sa sarili bago ko pa ginawa ang post na ito. Siguro kung ang tanong o statement na “tamad si juan” ay hindi sakin nagmula at galing sa bibig nang isang bunganga ng banyaga, malamang worldwar3 na at sinisimulan na natin mag punas nang sariling puwet kaka paliwanag at bigay ng halimbawa ng pagiging masipag ng mga pinoy.

            Madaming Pilipino ang nagiibang bansa para magtrabaho, nagsasakripisyo para umasenso ang buhay ng kanyang pamilya, Masipag! Mga tatay na naglalagare sa trabaho para may pagkain na ihahain sa lamesa..ayos diba. Kung sa ganitong aspeto natin titignan, masisipag talaga nag mga pinoy! Pero ito ba talaga ang kasipagan? Kung sakaling walang sweldo ang trabaho, palagay mo ba may magtatrabaho pa ba?

            Sa personal kong opinion, hindi lang ditto ito nasusukat. Ang kasipagan ay isang malawak na aspeto na hindi natin pedeng limitahan lang sa pagtatrabaho. Kasipagan sa kalinisan, kasipagan sa katarungan, kasipagan sa kaayusan, tila yata masyado na talagang nagging tamad ang mga pinoy.

            Nagawa ang ATM para maiwasan na ang mahabang pila sa mga bank teller, ang pulley para mapagaan ang mga binubuhat, ang remote control para wag na tayung mapagod sa pag tayo para ilipat ang estasyon na pinapanood. Ang email ay naimbento para palitan ang tawag sa airmail bilang snailmail. Ang motor ay naimbent para sa mga tamad mag bike, at ang bike ay naimbento para sa mga barat na ayaw magbayad sa tricycle. Ang escalator, elevator, at gondola lift ay naimbento para bawasan ang nakakahingal na pagakyat at baba papunta sa ibang floor ng mga mall, pero kung bakit may taong pinipilit dumaan ng pababa sa pataas na escalator ay isang misteryo na hindi maipapaliwanag ng mga ekperto kung bakit may mga taong sadyang pinanganak na ungas. Ilan lang yan sa mga bagay na nagpapagaan ng trabaho natin, simple machines ang ilan, bukod sa washing machine, rice cooker at psp, ito ay mga simple imbensyon para maging tamad ang mga tao.

wake up baby!

            Sobra ang trapik sa bansa, pero maniniwala ka ba na katamaran ang sanhi nito? Katamaran sumunod batas ng lansanagan, katamaran mag-lakad ng ilang metro, katamaran, katamaran, katamaran. Pansinin mo lang sa ibang bansa, walang tamang lugar ng sakayan at babaan, disiplinadong mamayan lang. walang pumapara sa gitna ng disyerto dahil walang bus stop na dito, walang biglng tumatabi na sasakyan para mag sakay dahil maari itong magbigay ng aksidente. Kung limang kanto ang layo ng babaan sa bahay nila, ayos lang maglalakad sila. Kung sakaling late na sila sa trabaho at 100 kanto ang layo ng opisina sa babaan, tatakbuhin nya ito. Isa sa sanhi ng mabigat na trapiko sa ating bansa ay ang katamaran maglakad, ang tricycle ay naimbento para sa mag taong may pambayad at ayaw maglakad ng limang metro.  Bukod sa kaartehan, katamaran na siguro ang ugat ng mga sakuna sa kalsada.

            “bilis bilis lang ho at bawal mag-baba ditto, baka ho mahuli pa tayo.”

           

            Sigurado ako, kahit isang beses ay nadinig mo nayan. Tila ng magandang loob si manong na ibaba tayo sa lugar na hindi naman dapat babaan. Katamaran. Sobrang bagal nating kumilos, kaya late tayo lagi, walang tamang babaan dahil kahit san may bumababa at sumasakay, tamad mag-lakad.

            Minsan sa trabaho, may customer na tumawag at nagnanais magpa-deliver, ang siste, kung pede na daw walang delivery charge dahil malapit lang. malapit naman pala, bakit hindi pa sya ang mag punta, katamaran? Hindi ba?  Malapit naman pala, bakit magpapa deliver pa? Kaya nga tinawag na fix-delivery-charge. Regardless kung malapit o malayo, marami o maunti, fix po ang bayad. Ang mga delivery service ay pabor sa mga taong madaming ginagawang trabho at hindi maiwan ang mga ito, given na may makapal silang bulsa para gastusan ang bayad ditto.

            Kaya maraming basura, ay dahil sa mga taong tamad mag-hanap ng basurahan. Hindi dahilan ang kawalan ng tamang tapunan,  andami, mag hanap ka lang. ang totoong may sala ay ang ating katamaran. Mga balasubas na basta nalang nagtatapon ng kanilang upos ng sigarilyo, mga kalat na hindi na umabot sa tamanag tapunan. Ang bulsa ay naimbento para tapunan ng kalat mo kung walng basurahan na malapit sayo. Sakit na ata nating mga pinoy ang salitang kunat. Kinukunat tayong gawin ang tama. at kung titignan ko, sobra sobra ang street sweeper sa bansang ito,bagay na hindi ko nakikita sa ibnag bansa. Walang halong pagtataas ng itlog, hindi ako nagtatapon ng kalat ko sa kalsada, kahit si jayjune ay may ugaling ganito. Kahihiyan ang tawag ditto, nahihiya kaming may makakita at makantsawan na balasubas. Andaming metro aide sa bansa natin, mga basurero dahil kahit san may basura. Hiring kaya sila?

            Mabaho at mapanghe ang bansa natin at ito ay dahil sa mga taong tamad mag hanap ng tamang palikuran, ang solusyon, bukod sa portable toilet ng mmda, mga kanto, at masisikip na eskenita na ginagawang palikuran. Katamaran sa pag hangad ng kalinisan. Hindi ako naniniwala na may kakulangan tayo sa tamang ihiian, sa dami ng mall sa kamaynilaan pano nila sasabihin na walang tamang maihian.

 Naalala ko yung katrabaho ko dati,nung 3 araw na walang kuryente sa pagsanjan, buong lakas loob sya naki plantsa sa isang bahay na hindi kakilala, malapit sa bar na pinagdadausan ng party namin. Kung ang mga pinoy lang ay may ganitong ugali, kesa gawing public urinal ang mga pader.

tamad nga ba si juan?

Ang commonwealth avenue ay kilala din sa bansag na killer highway dahil sa dami ng aksidente na nangyari sa nasabing lugar, bukod sa mga f1 truck driver at mga f16 jeeepneey driver na mahilg makipag karera kay kamatayn dahil sila ata ay mauubusan ng daan, ang isa sa pinakamataas na dahilan ng kamatayn ditto ay ang mga hinayupak na jay-walkers. Mga taong tamad tumawid sa tamang tawiran. Tignan mo to ha, sa pinas ka lang makaka kita ng mga taong tumatawid sa ilalim ng overpass at ibabaw ng underpass, ang mga ganitong katamaran ay talagang bagay na hindi mo makikita sa mga banyaga… now tell me, isn’t it more fun here in the Philippines?

Fixers – isa sa mga necessity ng tamad, kaya sila nabubuhay ay dahil sa katamaran ng mga tao. Hindi lang naman sila ditto sa pinas nag-e-exist. Katamaran pumila. Kahit ang mga e-pass sa mga express way ay isang paraan para sa mga tamad mag-hintay. Kahit ako asar akong pumipila lalo na at naka duty ako tas pipila ako ng mahaba sa mga establishment na binibilan ko, marami pa kong pedeng magawa kaysa pumila. Isa sa sanhi ng buhol-buhol na sanga ng mga taong pawisan ang kili-kili ay ang katamaran sa pag-pila. Sobrang ayaw nating nag-hihintay kaya nagging bihasa na tayo sa “palakasan” at “pagsangat”. Kahit nung scholar pa ng dating gobernador ang dati kong katipan, nauuna pang tawagin sa kanya yung mga late comer na may kilala sa loob. Pugay kamay.

Minsan muli sa trabaho, isang kupal na kasama ditto ang inatake g katamaran. Habang naghuhugas sya ng kamay sa hand-sink namin ay umapaw ang drainage system namin dahil sa kapabayaan. Barat na ang kumpanya para gastusan ang dapat gastusan, may bala subas pa kaming kasama. Alam ng barado, di pa inalalayan ang pagpapadaloy ng tubig. Nang umapaw, imbes na mop-pin at tuyuin, nilagyan ng “wet-floor-signage” kung crew chief ako tulad ng kupal na to, siguro aasta ako ayon sa rate ko. Pero di lang naman sya ang foul sa bagay na itom dahil kahit ang ka sama ko minsan may pag-ka ganito, dahil kahit anong “tulo o water drippings” ang solusyon nya ay “water-stop-sealanat. Katamaran pagaaralan ang sira.

tamad daw kami?

Hindi ko naman sinasabi na lahat ng pinoy ay tamad, mga 85% lang. ang natitira ay ningas kugon tulad ko. Kahit ako inaatake ng paminsan-minsan katamaran. “oo, nagtatapon ako ng basura sa ilog pag tinotoyo ako.” Pero sana wag naman sa lahat ng oras ay tamad tayo. Minsan kasi yung tamad magtapon ng basura sa basurahan, ay sya pang tamad umihi sa tamang palikuran at pag minamalas sila yung mga taong tamad mag t-shirt sa labas ng bahay. Sabi nga ng isang pilosopo, mas nagtatagumpay daw yung masisipag kaysa matatalino. Hmmm, kaya pala puro bobo at artista ang politico ditto sa bansa, masisipag magnakaw ng pera ng bayan. Kung may talino ay di ko lang alam. Siguro ditto ibinatay nung pilosopo ang kanyang kasabihan…