Wednesday, January 26, 2005
Life is One Big Turon
Looks tasty, eh?
It's hard to sell 50 turons in one afternoon. That's the lesson I learned today. This week is Synesi Week and one of the deeds is to have a food sale. Our angkan opted to do what they did last time they had a foodsale - sell turon. Yesterday, the first day of our week, we were able to sell 20 turons. All was well though we had to cut price to 5 pesos from 7 pesos to be able to sell them all. It wasn't that bad, considering what happened today.
Today, the turon arrived late. We were able to start selling past the lunch break. By that time, nobody wants to buy because their stomachs were still full. The free food from the School of Social Science was of no help at all.
During the afternoon, I wasn't able to man the foodsale since I had other responsibilities such as preparing for today's Date with Kuya Jess by my committee, the Spiritual Formation Committee, plus I had my PE class. Therefore, I was only able to check on the turon by 4:30 pm during the DWKJ. To my surprise, there were at least 30 pieces left. I was appalled by the sheer number of unsold turons! Being the good angkan head that I am, I continued peddling the turon until the number goes down to 14. Thus, I had an agreement with a co-Synesi that we each buy 7 turon so that they won't go to waste. Then, clutching 7 turons wrapped in banana leaves, I went home, stopping by Mini Stop to buy a cup noodle to eat with my turon. That combo would serve as my dinner.
I entered the dorm with much excess baggage (tennis racket, rubber shoes, cup noodles, turon). When I passed by the room wherein most of my dorm mates are congregating while eating, I asked them "Gusto ninyo turon?". All four of them wanted one. But when I said "Limang piso lang isa", one immediately repelled me. Then, out of the blue, I got irritated by his negative comments. I got ticked off so I went straight to my room while still clutching the 7 turons. Man, was I really ticked off! Suddenly, I felt the red heat of anger and frustration leak through my pores. The feel of negativity became thick as caramel in my outer shell of delicate crisp. The once softness of my heart became hard as a banana deep fried in oil. But only for a moment did I feel all the burdens of my life - orgs, acads, friendships that are falling apart, insensitive friends, inconsiderate friends, tactless friends, addiction to slacking off, (the list goes on and on and on). Then, instantly, I began to swallow all the hurts and pains of my existence with the thought that I must endure all things just like I swallowed a piece of turon with a sip of soup. Suddenly, one of my dorm mates entered to buy a turon. Reluctantly, I offered him all of the turons for free. He reluctantly agreed thinking that it was against my free will. I said it wasn't. But I know it was. So I gave them to him.
Afterwards, while walking along Esteban Abada street to buy some barbeque and a cup of rice (I was still hungry), I realized that it was wrong to sell the turon to them. It should have been my initiative to give it to them for free. Being a friend, I should have just offered it to them with nothing in return. I was too selfish and too focused on gaining back even a small (I really mean small since I've already abono more than 1000 pesos) percentage of the money I spent. I forgot that they were my friends. Thus, I replaced the causes of bitterness - from the negative comments to the failure to even say thank you with understanding.
Well, when you've bitten a turon, there's no choice but to swallow it or end up looking like a primordial fool.
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Uh.. I made a mistake Omi. I was selling it for 9 pesos on tuesday, not 7. Sorry, My bad.
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