Showing posts with label personal thoughts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label personal thoughts. Show all posts

Supporting Local Grocery Store

So yesterday, we started going to another grocery store instead of just Fry's. We went to Basha's. When I first arrived here in the US, I remember we used to shop our groceries in Basha's near our place. But when it closed down, that's when we began to shop in Fry's. Basha's is a local grocery store. But, it is very sad to know that this grocery store is slowly fading away in the local grocery limelight. Just the other week, I saw a local news on TV about another Basha's closing. The news is very disheartening. I feel for the people working there. Losing one's job at this time of recession is difficult.

When we arrived in the store yesterday, it was very quiet. There were not a good number of shoppers inside. It looked so lonely. I think, there were only like 5 customers walking around in aisles, pushing carts, looking on shelves full of grocery stuff. We decided to go there yesterday because we saw in their ad that their grapes and bananas are cheaper compared to Fry's. So we got those and some other produce which we thought were slightly cheaper. We also grabbed our daughter's toothpaste because it was on sale and we have a $1.00 off coupon. We also picked up few stuff we needed, but we decided not to buy the coffee and frozen juice because we thought it's a little bit expensive and thought of getting it in Fry's instead.

When we reached at the register, it was only us in the line. You barely see this kind of scenario in Fry's where only one person is being attended by the cashier. I should be happy then because we didn't have to wait for our turn. On the contrary, I felt bad inside. I was sad when I thought of the store's future. If they only have that small number of customers a day, what do you think is the consequence?

We were very surprised and happy that the $1.00 off manufacturer's coupon we brought was doubled. We saved $2.00 on our daughter's toothpaste! Now that's a great deal! The cashier was actually surprised too. He didn't know that they double a coupon with a $1.00 value. But his colleague said that sometimes they have this promotion called "Magic Coupon" where they double the value of a $1.00 (or higher) coupon. How great is that? We also didn't know that Basha's doubles manufacturer's coupons just like Fry's. But now we know. That's a good thing.

We ended up buying the rest of our grocery needs at Fry's. The coffee was a $1.00 cheaper there and juices were a few cents less. My husband said that when it comes to grocery necessities, overall, Fry's is cheaper. No wonder most shoppers flock there. Besides, Fry's offers great incentives to their customers. They've got VIP membership, conversion of the less than a $1 value manufacturer's coupon to a S1, and gas incentives through point system. This kind of marketing strategy absolutely draws customers to their stores. If only local stores also do this type of retailing approach, perhaps local people like us will see ourselves dragging carts in their stores. Majority of customers are looking for store deals and promotions that give them better, bigger savings. And if some grocery stores fail to compete with others who implement brilliant marketing plans that attract more customers, I will no longer be surprised why their stores are shutdown. But this scenario is definitely sad, specially with our own local grocery stores.

My eBay Anniversary

I didn't realize that it's been a year now from the time I started to use eBay. Well, thanks to eBay for the reminder. It is very much appreciated, specially that I tend to forget dates so easily (perhaps due to aging, he he). I started as a buyer, and at present, I am more of a seller than a buyer. I am not a big time seller though. Please don't assume too much.

I am thankful that eBay allows me to rekindle my passion for buying and (re)selling stuff. My earliest memory of doing "buy and sell" business was when I was in Grade 3. I was 9 years old then. I sold various stuff to my classmates in school. I can still remember the things I used to sell them. I sold candies with toys in each package. The most popular ones in my little business were pictures of famous celebrities back home: Snooky Serna, Albert Martinez, Sharon Cuneta, Gabby Concepcion, Julie Vega, to name a few. I do not think my classmates knew where to get those. If they did, they can actually get each picture at a much cheaper price. But, I was the one doing the buy and sell business. Of course, I had to make a profit.

My Mom is someone who's really good in the "buy and sell" business. I was given the privilege to witness her for few years. It's her passion. Perhaps I got the passion from her. Or could it be in the blood? I don't know. But it seems like, with what I am doing right now, I am treading in the same footsteps. Mine is very basic though. It's not big time. But I am happy with it. It keeps me busy and happy as a stay-at-home Mom.

Speaking of profit? That is always expected in a business. However with me, profit doesn't have to be too much, or else, no one will buy your merchandise. Besides, there are disadvantages too with selling on eBay—the FEES (not to mention the shipping fee). So, everything have to be balanced. Thankfully, things are running smoothly with me, my buyers, and eBay. But I wish (just wish) they will lower the fees. I know that this is impossible. We'll see. I still have hopes about the issue.

Anyhow, I can't believe it's been a year already. Until how long will I be on eBay? Maybe longer because my passion is there.

Actor Jackie Chan Dead is a Hoax

I was shocked on a link posted by one of my friends on Facebook this morning saying actor Jackie Chan is dead! Really? Part of me wanted to believe because it's from a friend anyway so it could be true. But my instinct was telling me to confirm it first. Besides, if it's true that Jackie Chan is dead, why is the news not on Yahoo front page. After all, he is not only famous in Asia, but also the United States, and even the world. The daily news and current affair show that I was watching this morning didn't even mention anything about it. So, doing a personal investigation was the answer. Google of course! Where else can I find the truth of the news? Thank goodness I found out that the story is absolute hoax! Why would people do such a terrible thing to someone?

This news saying Jackie Chan died due to a heart failure actually spread like a wildfire around the net world. Awesome (I'm being sarcastic here)! Well, if you are a Jackie Chan fan (like me), the report is not true. His Facebook page dated March 29, 2011 states "Jackie is alive and well. He did not suffer a heart attack and die, as was reported on many social networking sites and in online news reports." The wall post added that he's busy filming for his next movie.

In this crazy world we live in at present time, false reports like this is getting more like a typical scenario. It's not funny at all. But at the same time, there are just people who do nothing but create a scam that many would believe. So, we better verify the authenticity of the news first before concluding.

As for my friend who "like" the said link, she responded to my comment and said that she didn't know how she ended up liking the link when she knew it's a hoax. Maybe she pressed the wrong button or something freaky is going on in Facebook. I give her the benefit of the doubt. After all, I'm glad that Jackie Chan is alive and kicking. Peace!

Blame it on the Wife

I thought that we lost our laptop for good. My little one was messing with its keyboard while she was sitting on my lap. Due to her dynamic energy and excitement to play with the gadget, she accidentally knocked off the cup beside it and the water spilled on some parts of the keyboard. I panicked, grabbed a dry towel and wiped it. The power was turning on and off, and a minute later, it died down. I tried a lot of times to turn it on, but every attempt was unsuccessful. This laptop is probably broken, "forever," I thought.
I felt terrible. I was angry—at the baby. After taking a deep breath and thought of what happened, I acknowledged to myself that my daughter is SO MUCH more important than any electronic. Why should I be mad? Besides, if we examine the situation, I was to be blamed. I was the one who put the cup beside the laptop. I am the adult. I knew better. All I could do was hug her tight.

When the husband got home, the wife greeted him in the garage with the bad news. Not a sensible way to greet your husband while he just came home from work, tired. He was afraid that we lost all the data in the hard drive after checking the computer. We could only hope that we can retrieve everything we have saved. We're just glad that we still have another PC. It's very slow, but at least, it should help us connect with family and friends online. I can still watch my Filipino shows.

He asked me if I expected him to get mad. He seldom gets mad. Most of the time, he only gets mad when I don't talk to him specially when there's a problem. With this situation, I didn't expect him to get mad. More of disappointment. He never showed signs of anger or disappointment at all. He remained calm and composed. But I knew somewhere inside, he's disappointed. Everything he needed for his MP3 are saved in the laptop. His MP3 makes him entertained in his boring day at work, so, it is very important. All our pictures, videos, documents, are stored in it. We generally use the laptop with all our online activities. Buying a new one is impossible.

This morning he woke me up with a "guess what" question. He's able to turn on the laptop! That was a great news. Thankfully, everything we saved in the hard drive is intact. I am happy that we are able to use the PC again. God is great for fixing the problem that I caused.

Lesson learned:
  1. Do not put a cup of water/beverage beside the laptop.
  2. Do not meet your husband (who just came home from work) with a "bad news." Wait until he's able to relax and spend a good time with you.

Goodbye Samba

"Samba's dead." A shocking text I got from my sister last night. I didn't know how to react right after I read it. I was glued on the chair for a time, stood up, and broke the news to my husband. I told him the news in my casual tone of voice, like how I start up a normal conversation. Obviously, I was in denial. He came over to me and hugged me. That's when I broke into tears.

Samba was almost 11 years old. We've been together for more than 8 years. We were buddies. I took care of him from when he was so little. When I had to move from one place to another, he was also there. We were inseparable. We had a very close relationship while he was growing up. He'd always sleep beside me at night. Sometimes, I'd woke up with him laying on my stomach, purring.

Our closeness started to wane when I went to a bigger city to find another job. I left him for a month in the hands of my pet lover relatives. Weeks after I got a job, my older brother went home to get my things and Samba. I was very disappointed to find out that he didn't take Samba with him when he got back. I told him that I have preferred for him to leave all my things, but not Samba. My expectation was in vain. Fortunately, my younger brother who worked in a passenger ship promised that he will bring Samba to me. My buddy traveled so far away on a ship, and one day, we were reunited. Tears welled up when I saw him. I missed him terribly. A tight hug was all I can give. He acted like he didn't know me at all. The way he's acting made me think that he's sulking because I left him that long. But what's important was, we're together again.

A week after staying all day inside the house, he started to explore his new world. Back then, he only stayed inside the boarding house and never went out to the neighborhood. In the new place, it's totally different. He had to go out and explore the prospective territory.

He easily gained attention and favor from neighbors around because of how big and handsome he was. Most of all, people were surprised and found it funny that a "cat" has a name—not very typical in my country. Most cats don't have owners. They roam around places and scavenge for food to eat. When they are caught stealing food, the worst case scenario that could happen to these poor felines is get their skin burned because people splash them with hot water, or get whipped.

Samba was different. He's got someone who loved and took care of him. Our neighbors were so amused everytime they see me and him walking together, and me talking to him like I'm talking to another person. I talked to Samba a lot, and yes, like a human being. To me, he's no different with any human being I know. He's got feelings. He understood. He's got a life. And most of all he's got a heart. He was loved and he loved me back dearly. People around us saw this kind of relationship with us and they have learned to love him too. He was a celebrity in our neighborhood. Everyone knew him. Whenever he's not at home and I started looking for him, I just asked my neighbors if they had seen him. Finding him was not hard.

As he became familiar with his surroundings, he spent more and more time outside. Sometimes, he would come home with blood on his hair. Got into a fight and had to nurse his cuts. People who saw him fight would tell me what a brave warrior he was. He never allowed himself defeated. He's the king among all other male cats around, and he's the most popular among the females.

Every now and then, we still got the chance to spend time together specially during weekends. We'd play and cuddle. And when he got sick, he slept beside me. He's like a baby when he's not feeling well. He's spoiled when it comes to food. I always made sure that I made him fish and rice. I had to run to the public market to get fish and cook it just for him. This is one of the things that our neighbors found amusing. Me buying and cooking food for the cat. Usually, if people have cats as pets in their house, what the cats get for their stomach are the leftover foods. With fish, they typically just get the bones.

As my trip to the U.S. was getting near, I decided to take him to where my Mom lives because I knew that they will take good care of him (than leaving him in the care of my busy brother). Transporting him from one island to another myself would be difficult. But, I was all willing go to through all the physical hardships because I was assured of his good welfare at my parent's place once I leave him.

Our goodbye was tough. I had to tell my brother again and again how he should give Samba extra love and care. The first month of adjustment was not easy for him. But later as expected, he got used to the new people and place around him.

So finally yesterday, his goodbye was forever. I thought I'd see him once again when I go and visit everyone. I wished I was there. All I can do was wish. He may be gone, but his memories and my love for him is forever etched in my heart. I love you Samba. Until we meet again.

Writing and Regrets

I love to write. It's my best weapon to express the things in my heart. It's the voice to my freedom. It's my ultimate passion.

I can't remember when I fell in love with writing. If I go back and dig my earliest memory of writing, it's when I was in high school—my senior year. I did not accidentally discover the joy in writing by that time. It was a subject requirement. A weekly journal. I had to write my assignment or else I get a low grade, a thing I never wished for.

I recall that after high school, I kept a journal with me. But this time, it's no longer a subject prerequisite that I had to pass every Monday in our Religion class. I didn't have to make up stories just so I could write something for my teacher to grade. This time, it's for my own interest. I could write my thoughts without being compelled to. There was no pressure. No obligation. No fear (to get an average or failing grade). There was only one vital thing I discovered—FREEDOM; freedom for my heart, my thoughts, my soul.

I would like to think that this was the genesis of my love for writing. Perhaps. All I can remember is that, that journal was full of thoughts for my "first love" whom I met in high school. The journal was all about the boy. It was dreams about him I had in some nights. It was about a bleeding heart. It was about the hope of a wounded soul yearning to reunite with a lost love. Sounds corny (yikes). Nonetheless, at the time of this writing, I just realized that the thing that served as a vessel for me to uncover the beauty of writing is... "love."

In was in my college years that my passion for writing  blossomed—like the flowers on springtime. It was the best years of my fascination for writing. I joined several essay writing contests both in and out school and unfailingly brought home the bacon. I led our school paper for four consecutive years and always had the privilege to write the editorial page and write a feature story if I wanted to. I wrote articles for a local newspaper during my on-the-job training (OJT), and at one time fearlessly and vehemently criticized our school administration for an act that was displeasing to the students. I was so happy to see that article one morning in the newspaper. Thanks to the publisher, I owed him a favor. However, that article ignited the wrath of some people who felt attacked of what I wrote. From then on, these people treated me with dislike. What I did and the things I wrote made me realized how powerful writing is, what it can do to a person, a group of people, even to the world. It can either explode a person like a bomb or melt the heart of a callous man.

Regrets and Lesson

If there's one thing I regret with my love for writing, it's my negligence to keep the treasures that remind me of the past. I regret that I didn't keep with me the the physical representations of the things I wrote before. I threw away the journal, or maybe burned it. I do not have personal copies of the essays I wrote for contests. I did not care to preserve school papers published during my years of service. Not even copies of articles I wrote during my OJT. I wished I kept what I had worked hard for. I wished I cared to diligently gather those material things, not for collection sake, but to somehow help me recall the past thoughts of my heart. Sometimes, it's nice to reminisce the past.  At times, reading what you've written in the past serves as a comfort and nourishment for the present and the future.

I was too careless and I've learned my lesson.