Privacy, Barrio Culture and an Automatic Teller Machine

Early morning (in my opinion).

I went to the ATM to withdraw some cash. (Ka-ching!) But before you chant the proverbial "Libre! Libre! Libre!", I just want all of you to know that those weren't technically my dough. It was for my writers. Yeah, I'm a good leader so I am a good servant as well. But that's beside the point.

Anyways, I noticed an old guy and old woman very near the ATM but they seem to be waiting for someone so I went ahead and inserted my card, did all the usual stuff and got hold of the money (It took me less than 30 seconds. Some people in Miagao, where the University I attended was situated, would take around 10 minutes to withdraw a thousand bucks). I was about to go when the old woman said, out of the blue mind you, "We are waiting for the guard to help us withdraw our money." If someone would've asked me to translate that in straight-forward English, then it would've meant "Can you help us?" Given it was early in the morning, I was not in Good Samaritan-mode, so I just smiled and told them (politely) that they should wait for the guard. I felt kind of guilty but convinced myself that I was not in the position to help them. Hello? PIN number? What if those people end up killed and their ATM cards were stolen, won't I be the prime suspect?

Cooking And Lessons on Simplicity

I like cooking. But cooking doesn't seem to like me lately. I mean, before, the food that I cook often taste like a slice of something shining and shimmering. Now, it's either passable or subtly horrible.

Why? I like watching Cooking Master Chef! Oh c'mon - fine dining. All that herbs, that muck that somehow just transforms into heavenly perfection in the end. Isn't that art?

Dear Doctor Google

First and foremost, I always wanted to start blogging again but since I felt the need to find money online more than 6 months ago, I never really had the chance to start again. You might ask, "Why now?" The answer is simple - I was infected with the Mumps virus last week and my online employer told me to take the week off. Just imagine the joy that I had - one week off (unpaid, sadly) after more or less half a year. It's like summer break after a hell of a semester, only better.

But that's not the point. I am the Google guy! Yeah - I think of something, I 'google' it. I need something, I 'google' it. I want to know something, I 'google' it. Hell, I think my daily Google visits account for around 10% of their 24 hour hits. Yeah, I am pretty boastful.

Anyways, I felt some "stuff" before the actual parotid gland swelling symptom that is generally associated with mumps. And of course kids, what do you think did I do? I googled it! And alas, my superior skills delivered me to this page that actually told me that I might have AIDS.

Me and My Silly Notebook Obsession

I am crazy. That much I believe almost everyone I know think of me. Well, who can blame them - I am a bit crazy.

For instance, I have this crazy obsession with notebooks. I dunno. Clean, white and new-smelling notebooks drive me nuts.

I am not sure but now that I think about it, I guess it's because of my desire to always start with a clean slate. You know. People make mistakes and I just wish that at some point, you can just hit the reset button and just dive in and smell the immaculate and glowing squeaky clean life.

But it's impossible.

I am a little melodramatic, aren't I? I guess it's nothing more than the stupid fact that I am a nutter for notebooks. Plain and simple. period.


ALTASHHETH

p.s. Isn't this a great way to start my new blogging career? This is just a test post for better blog configuration. But of course, this is an original write up. :)