For more than a month now I spent at least two hours on the road driving to work. During my first two weeks I was without license (I only had this expired student's license I kept for more than a year already). Lucky I did not get into trouble otherwise I could have ended behind bars. But I did get my license, not after that old lady at the LTO Office failed me in the practical drive test that required me to move the car backward a little bit, then forward. The car was old and crappy anyway, and I am not used to driving an aged manual car... Okay, okay, I was a lame driver.
When I used to take public transport everyday, how I wished I would get a car to save me from the throngs of people in the MRT station. Now that I am driving I always long of times when I can just walk through the traffic and take any mode of transport that brings me to where I want to go ahora mismo. Talk about pros and cons. And oh, I am a strong advocate of LTFRB's plan to reduce the number of jeepneys and buses in our highways. EDSA, Taft, Buendia - everywhere - are just cramped with half-full buses and jeepneys. The government's next steps should be to improve the train system, fix the puddled roads, and regulate and monitor all modes of public transport. Let us put our bus stops and pedestrian lanes into use.
After having watched the anime series called 'The Avatar' (watch out for the movie showing next year), I thought which power I would like to have: earth, fire, water, or air? Becoming the avatar himself is way too powerful - and I am just a plankton. I am not a monk, so wind power is not an option. Fire? Uhh. Earth sounds cool, but I'm more comfortable with water. And so I thought that becoming a water bender is awesome. I could surf, dive, paddle, walk on water, save whale sharks, and clean up Manila Bay by doing those water-bending moves. These are things really I wanted to do. But then again, the real world is not anime.
In 2007, the security personnel at the Sydney airport confiscated six bottles of Vegemite I placed inside my hand-carried bag. Aside from bombs and guns, carrying fluids or anything viscous that is more than 100 grams inside the plane is not allowed. Dang. That was worth 6 months of yeasty (for lack of better word to describe its taste) toasted bread for breakfast. Thank heavens when I got home in Manila, I had one bottle of peanut butter to munch on.
Now, back to my work. Who says making soaps is not rocket science?
