The Lung Center Sunday market: more than just food….

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I love weekend markets, never mind if I have to go there groggy from my graveyard shift. These places start very early, and it’s well-advised to go there as early as 6 am, so as not to miss the morning bustle. This was how I found myself in Quezon City’s Lung Center of the Philippines Sunday market yesterday.

What can I say…. a tiangge or bazaar in the middle of hospital grounds? Tell me again. Comparisons to the Salcedo weekend market in Makati come to mind. Salcedo is clearly for the condominium -living, well-heeled crowd; this one was more hoi-polloi. You’d be better off blending here if you’re a ‘cowboy’ and don’t mind being seen in your sando, shorts and slippers. Also, the Lung Center market is definitely more sprawling. It’s more than just about food, and food-related products. Cas, a newspaper colleague I bumped into, told me everything was sold at the Lung Center market, “from the common nail to an aircraft carrier.” That’s just a figure of speech of course. But it’s true that on some days, some fella can just park in there, auctioning a boat or vehicle!

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I would rather….

I would rather Be Frigid than Be obese

I would rather Mail myself to Utah than Be handcuffed to someone with putrid body odor for two weeks

I would rather Play basketball with ten fingers taped together than Play soccer with 5 toes taped together

I would rather Be Rupert Murdoch than Be Britney Spears

I would rather Be recognized for saving 500 people’s lives than Be voted the #1 sexiest person in my country

I would rather Sleep with a celebrity of my choice than Not have to work for 5 years

I would rather Go 2 years without sex than Get caught cheating

I would rather Have one week off with half pay than Punch my boss in the neck really hard with no repercussions

I would rather Make out with Hoan than Make out with Chantelle

I would rather Have sex with the same person I love until I die than Have many beautiful lovers but never feel loved

I would rather Have diarrhea than Be constipated

I would rather Fall down two flights of steps than Get hit by a car going 8mph

I would rather Be one of the actresses in “Two Girls One Cup” than Live on the streets for 5 years

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Building Friendship with our Parents

The reason why I started blogging is for me to express my feelings. To let others, except my family, know what’s going on and what’s happening with my life. The feeling of having online friends giving advices and comments feels good. I appreciate them, of course. But I always ask myself, “what if I never got the chance to go online again? How am I going to express what’s inside of me?” This brought me to realization that, after all, it is still best to talk to your family, especially our Parents.

I know a lot of us are afraid or just not comfortable to talk to our family, especially our not-so-cool parents. Here are some ways I did to persuade my parents to buy me a car, kidding!

Be friends with them. I know this is so difficult but we should. We should be friends with them so they would buy us nice cars and useless stuff. Why friends? A friend listens every time we rant and talk about non sense stuff. After talking and crying like baby, they will laugh at us and we all start laughing. So treat your parents as your friends, and you will find them cool and that’s the time you ask them to buy you a car.

Always Smile. Pretend to be happy even if they won’t buy you a car. Smile as if you understand everything. Whenever you smile, your parents would feel happy. They’d ask why you are smiling and that’s the point where you can tell them what you want and instead of car, ask them to buy you chocolates and chips. Instead of frowning, as if you’re some kind of a loser, Smile and tell them what’s bothering you.

Give them a hint that you wanted to talk to them. How? Well, I always wanted to go back in the Philippines but I can’t, so I gave them a hint. Example – “hey ma, you know what, there are a lot of programmer trainee positions advertised on the internet.” Expect them to respond something like this –“Really? Ok I’ll get you the last flight tonight. “

Do not take my advice. Cross out those things I’ve just listed. Just talk to them in a nice way. I remember my father telling me that he wanted to talk to me as if we are best friends. So I thought that, maybe, they are all the same. They wanted to be friends with us just like how we wanted to be friends with them. Remember that they are still our parents, so we should respect them every time we talk.

Just talk, it won’t hurt anything.