Be prepared... be very prepared...
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As of present, I have downed three bottles of medium strength beer, a shot of vodka, some whiskey, and am currently polishing off my night (?) with a bottle of red wine from the fridge...
It would be safe to assume that I am... drunk.
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I have something to proclaim. I absolutely with all my heart and soul, hate, HATE gin.
After having a few bottles of beer at this bar in timog, Pam and I decided that we hadn't had enough (she had her share as well, and was surprised that she wasn't so contented with it). Off we went to the nearest source of alcohol we could find - ministop. This store does not have (I guess 'cause it was past 2:30 and they were still selling alcohol) a liquor curfew. In my eagerness and lack of solid judgement, I chose to buy this gin-laced product, thinking that it wouldn't be so heavy (translation: nightcap) Lo! It would prove to be my worst decision for the night (or day... whatever) After downing a bottle of the stuff I opted to take a nap, as I wanted something to go on in the later part of the "gimik." And as I woke up, my joints had this really baaad feeling in them... sort of like inflammation. Plus, it impaired my eyesight, memory, and decision-making abilities...
After that day, Pam was telling me about things I did not remember.
Oh s**t!
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...zzzzzzzzzzzzz,,,,,,,,,
Ohhhkayyy... I just got into the house after I got locked out. My mom had this spring lock (that only opens from the inside) installed sometime ago and we've been eyeing it evilly while thinking of ways to put it out of comission. And the really wacko thing about this lock is that, um, let me give you this scenario: you're home alone. then someone calls at the gate... you go and answer it totally forgetting about the new lock. As you close the door while stepping outside you realize and exclaim in unison : oh s**t... I've locked myself out...
Can you feel my pain?
I hate that lock. I really hate that lock.
Everytime I step out in the later part of the day she always asks me nastily : "anong oras ka nanaman uuwi...?" then she launches into this speech about how much of a danger it is to stay out late and that I should watch my health blah blah the future yadda yadda be productive blah blah... Okay, she's just trying to look out for me, but it drives me NUTS sometimes I swear. And I don't even get out that often.
I usually leave mid lecture with a quick peck on the cheek and a hastily thrown "" I don't want to leave the house feeling bad.
I'm thinking of sawing the lock itself or cutting out a piece of the spring inside. Seriously.
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Oh, by the way, if you're wondering how I got locked out last night (yup last night) I went out and arrived earrrrrlyy in the morning. After finding the lock had been activated, I slept in the car. If the help hadn't arrived I would've slept there longer. Now I can justify waking my brother up so early.
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Right now there's a little noisy thing creeping around the house. I don't know where and how it got here, but it's pretty darn ugly. It's a kitten. Now don't get me wrong, I like animals except that... well this one's pretty annoying. And ugly.
It almost looks like a gremlin. No, not the furry ones but the ones that are slimy and covered with scales.
The whole time it's been here all it does is whine while chasing legs. It's not hungry. It just wants us to stay still while it can bite our toes and pretend that it's on a hunt. And we're the prey. Welll, at least our toes.
Right now I have both my feet up on my chair.
But a while ago, I was defenseless. I had to cook breakfast and, you guessed it, it kept trying to bite my toes off. I couldn't do a thing. Apparently, it does not get fazed by being yelled at. It was absolutely annoying. Plus, I kept tripping over it.
I almost tried to fry it. Ugh.
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Now. Getting back to where I left off (May 1)which was...
Filling Station.
So there we were smack in the middle of the red light district sipping on our drinks(?) while chewing on some tapa and calamares with onions. Halfway through our stay the number of people must have doubled. And there were all sorts of foreigners. There were americans and britons, and I think a german and an irishman. Most were pretty young I think... and they were all hanging out with the hookers. Some were laughing, some were singing, some were making out... it was a really interesting experience.
And to quote Pam (as I could not put it any better):
"Makati's red light district was a very strange backdrop for the start of what I think would be a very beautiful friendship."
We left just as the sun was coming up...
As we were going home this happened (again I am quoting Pam):
"Then as we drove [err, he did] home, we saw dark smoke that seemed to be coming from a tall building.
"Gusto mo tingnan?"
I nodded eagerly. [Blame it on the absence of sleep and the alcohol which seemed to have gone directly to my brain.]
As we got closer and closer, a crazy debate started.
Karl: "Cloud yata yan eh."
Me: "May cloud ba na ganyan ka-dark? Sunog yan!"
Karl: "Cloud yan!"
Me: "Sa bagay, bakit walang firetrucks?"
Karl: "Sunog ba?"
Me: "Ewan, baka nga cloud. Pero bakit ang dark?"
By this time, I felt light-headed and my brain felt like mush. It was no surprise that the conversation started to confuse me.
Karl: "Sunog ba yan? Cloud yan."
Pam: "Oo nga, cloud nga yata. Pero bakit walang nagpa-panic?"
Karl: "Bakit? Nagpa-panic ka ba pag may cloud?"
We found that hilarious.
Again, blame it on the absence of sleep, the previous day's tiring activities and the alcohol."
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Too bad it wasn't a cloud...
A fire broke out in a residential area in guadalupe claiming the houses of around a hundred families. At least there were no casualties.
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Our water dispenser sucks. The cooling element does not work if the heating element is not switched on, and vice versa.
Why the heck did they install separate switches then!?!
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Nowadays almost every building entrance has a guard or two who check your belongings and search you before allowing you to go on. There are those who look like they don't even want you in the building and search you so thoroughly that you'd think a cavity search is next. There are the ones who are a bit lenient and perform something short of playing touchy feely on you. You'd seriously think for a moment if they get their kicks doing this. And then there are the ones who just push (and I do mean PUSH) you along after going through your things. After that comes the type that just stares at you as you pass by freely. Lastly, there are guards who make you open your bag and then insert their stick (wooden stick ok?) for, hmmm, say, half a second and then nudge you along. Maybe they have sticks equipped with scanning devices, which is why they do what they do.
But nothing could have prepared me for what happened in Green Hills.
Heng and Eunice went ahead of me in the line. Since both of them had bags with them the guard checked them naturally. Without the body search (yes, that's what it's called, although it doesn't resemble anything like it) they went in. So I was thinking; "ang tamad naman nito. Tinusok-tusok lang yung bag hindi pa nag-body search..." As my turn came up, I expected the guard to just let me pass undisturbed. But no! Halfway through the entrance he pokes me on the back with his stick pushing me along. What the...! I really felt insulted. I felt like I was some... some... thing!
He did not even look at me while doing that.
As Heng put it, "para kang palakang patay na nakalutang sa tubig..." then he laughs at me.
I am not a a dead frog.
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On the same day, we looked around at the used phones. At one booth I see a number of used Ericsson units. And being the sucker for Ericsson phones, I inquire. "They have pretty reasonable prices for used phones" I think to myself. Then I spot one that is the same model as mine used to be so I ask about that too:
me: magkano yan?
tindero: 3000 lang. May SIM.
me: a ok salamat
Sounds reasonable? Na-ah. I bought mine brand new for 2500. With SIM.
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I hate people who think they can pull one over you. I hate them with a passion.
They are the ones who should be sent overseas on really overloaded ships. And let fate take its' course.
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I saw Anger Management at Greenbelt the other night. It was hilarious. Jack Nicholson was really great.
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New additions to my resume according to Pam:
Can sleep in any position,
Also doubles as psychiatrist.
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I'm going to the beach on the 16th! Yeah!
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I'm getting sleepy na, I think I'll head off for my room...
