karma chameleon

• just got the 100MB Yahoo! Mail upgrade. langya, kailangan lang pala punuin yung Inbox. fmeh.
  
  
• i missed Six Feet Under on tuesday because of the FOPC gig. will miss the replay on friday because we're rehearsing for saturday's Eraserheads tribute gig and we have the LFS gig that night.
  
  
• karen and i celebrated our anniversary yesterday. she gave me Robert Ludlum's The Cassandra Compact, knowing that i used to read him before. yay! new bedtime read for me! i bought us dinner at café juanita in kapitolyo. kinda pricey but the food and ambience were perfect. my karen absolutely adored the créme brulée we had for dessert :D she said, "now i understand all the fuss about créme brulée." i love my girlfriend *sigh*
  
  
• dad and i rode the MRT together this morning. first time namin magkasama! we were both southbound: he was on his way to makati, and i on my way to work. i enjoyed dad's company cos i hadn't seen him since sunday, what with my schedule and all. aside from my dad asking me about work, we didn't talk much on the cab ride over to GMA-Kamuning nor on the MRT. but i guess that's the way it is between men, and maybe even moreso between fathers and sons. certain things needn't be said.
  
  
• on my way home the day before yesterday, i took the UP Campus - Pantranco jeep from near the Quezon Avenue MRT station. i got off at the National Housing Authority (NHA) building on the Elliptical Road. and i remembered that my dad, being an architect by trade, used to work for the NHA. in retrospect, it's funny that i remembered this only on that day when i've gotten off there scores of times.
  
  when i was younger, he would tell me stories about his exploits during his tenure there. he would tell of how his colleagues would help themselves to easy money (read: perang kurakot) just by signing cash vouchers at their office. he would say that he could have done the same, but he just didn't have the stomach for stealing other people's money. this got me wondering: if my dad had given in -- compromised his principles -- and taken advantage of the situation, would my family be better-off today financially?
  
  i'm not very religious nor spiritual, but i believe in a sort of karma. what goes around comes around. garbage in, garbage out. if you deal people shit, you'll get shit back. as if to drive his point home, dad would tell about how certain colleagues' (who had given in to avarice and greed) wives or daughters or sons would fall victim to a life-threatening disease or a debilitating accident.
  
  i guess what goes around comes around. would be better off financially? you betcha. but at what cost?