Archive for February, 2009

23
Feb

Money Talks

 

As of Thursday last week, the 6/49 lotto jackpot prize has hit an all-time high of P280M!

Nobody has won yet the much coveted jackpot for several draws now.  A friend and I have been placing our respective bets since last week and like the rest of the hopefuls, we are more than optimistic to have our own share of luck.

I find it amusing that Filipinos are fond of these games of luck to make their lives more comfortable.  Instant millionaires are being looked up to with greatest envy by people whose only wish in life is to hit big time without exerting the usual blood, sweat, and tears.  Many of us want to get rich, the fastest way possible.  Who wouldn’t?  Having millions of money in an instant gives one all the privileges in the world.

We admit it or not, money still talks.  I am not a hypocrite to say that I do not envy people with greater riches–material and otherwise.   But then again, being an instant millionaire is just an added bonus in life.

At the end of the day, what matters more is how we conduct ourselves and our life–with or without winning the lotto prize.

08
Feb

Coming Home

After almost a month, I decided to go home upon some prodding of a good friend who will drive me (I am that assuming for once! Haha!) all the way to Pangasinan.  Sweeeet.  I gave it a shot.  After all, it’s been a long while that I haven’t got a taste of the organized chaos back home.

The trip was very quiet and cool.  I got a dose of my OPM favorites and it felt like I was inside a bar rather than a car.  The audio setup is so good that it could play even pirated CDs up to their highest level of sound quality.  There were moments that I actually forgot I was enjoying a ride along the NLEX stretch.  I was just being brought back to my senses everytime my friend cut some kaskasero drivers who tried to overtake us– one on our right side, would you believe?!  My friend, of course, gave some fights. Nice car, eh.

Upon arriving home, I was met with endless questions and stories from my niece who seemed to have missed my presence.  My older sister handed me some magazines I haven’t read yet.  The other one showed me the latest DS yearbook.  I was amused to see pictures of some of my highschool batchmates’ and acquaintances’ children.  Then, I dozed off with a magazine in hand.  As always.

Coming home was indeed refreshing.  For the last five weeks, I have nothing in mind but acads, editing essays, malling, eating isaw, watching movies, and reading the Twilight series (I chose to read the fourth book first).  I am starting to love the comfort and serenity that the dorm walls have provided but I still miss the noise, food, and the kakaibang comfort in our house.

I am glad I went home.  Despite the things I miss otherwise, there is still no place like it.  Yeah right, we don’t realize the value of something until we are given the chance to miss it for a while.