I went to the hospital today for the removal of the stitches on my face. While waiting for the doctor, I overheard the conversation of a boy who’s about five years old and a woman* accompanying him.
Boy: (reading a signage) E A M C D O H E Y E C E N… what’s the next one, after N?
Boy: I can’t read it. I have poor eyesight.
Woman: No, you just don’t know how to read.
* I didn’t want to assume that they’re mother and son.
Won’t be touching a ball again until the scar heals.
So I handed over a 100-peso bill to pay the bus fare. The change was 72 pesos, composed of three 20-peso bills, two 1-peso coins and… a commemorative 10-peso coin:
It was a Friday and it was pay day. Traffic was quite horrible. But the commemorative coin made me feel that, hey, Friday the 13th ain’t unlucky after all.
No, I didn’t win the lottery or something.
I’m a simple guy with simple joys. I consider myself lucky today because I played some nice basketball games.
I also got a commemorative five-peso Philippine coin, which I will add to my collection.
I first saw him last week. Like me, he went to the basketball court alone. He was a good shooter as he hardly missed a shot. He had the moves. And if you wanna talk about form, he could give Dirk Nowitzki a run for his money.
Like me, he played alone. I thought he would be a good opponent in basketball, but he looked like he was full of himself, just like many of the other guys I’ve met in so many basketball courts. So I didn’t invite him to play.
Today, I saw him again. This time around, I did ask him to play. I thought, well, I’m not gonna lose anything anyway if he snobs me.
But he agreed. Right away.
He was indeed a good opponent in basketball. I got lucky though, he missed many shots while I, miraculously, made many of mine. I won, 10-9.
“Nice game,” he told me. I thought so too. I had fun.
So he was no airhead, no snob, no a-hole. Looks can really be deceiving.
It’s been said that nothing is certain except death and taxes. Oh it’s so true.
I’m not on the verge of death (as of press time), but I’ve just paid community tax.
I actually almost postponed paying that particular tax because of this rather longish line:
Sucks to be them
I thought it was the line for the payment of community tax. Fortunately, for me at least, it wasn’t. If I’m not mistaken it’s the line for getting a certain kind of clearance from the authorities.
I thought that it would be spacious because it was quite early, and that fewer passengers would be there because of the recent fare increase.
I suppose that when it comes to public transport in Metro Manila, I should I always expect the worst.
Picture taken between Santolan and Ortigas stations (going to Ayala):