No Comprende?

And while I attract mostly D.O.M.s  (whereas I can put different meanings in D - Desperate, Drunk or Dying), most of my friends lure a melting pot of testosterone from cougar-loving high school boys to awkward and creepy dancing foreigners, never in my wildest dreams have I imagined that what had happened during one of our night out’s happened.

On our way home from a night of “bible study”,we dropped by McDo (The Fort) to grab a bite or two.  If noticed, this certain McDo is the hangout of people who just came from a night of careless whispers  and ecstacy-induced gucci parties. Thus, it has become a hub for nursing hangover. Anyway, we were all seated discussing some really important matters about the “bible” when suddenly one of us (Cristina) noticed that a foreigner is mouthing some words which she cannot understand. So she goes, “Huh?”. The foreigner then brought his drink and started using sign language. He pointed at one of my friends  (Ariane)who was wearing an headband saying that it was pretty (in sign language). All of a sudden, his friends who were also speech-handicapped started huddling around our little group of “bible students”.

Another guy is starting a conversation (in sign language) to which none of us are able to elicit a proper response. So one of us (I think it was Ron), politely said the sorry-but-we-have-to-go-spiel.  All of us walk out, half-embarrassed, half-shocked and half-guilty.

What an awkward situation it was. Inside the car, we still can’t get over it.  We all remember how tensed most of us are because we don’t know how to respond appropriately when these …how shall i put it… confident men starts making conversation.

We all felt bad for excusing ourselves and walking out but in a perfectly insane world, how would you have responded?  No hablo esta senyales lenguahe?

K. I still suck at spanish.

Joyce’s Tips When Commuting

Since the dawn of my nomadic transformation, taking different rides from different modes of transportation has been one of its major highlights. Unlike before when squeezing my way into a train packed of estrogen-induced women/men or waiting in line for the fx slash shuttle to pick us up were the only means of travel I take, now it’s a different ball game. Learning how to drive and owning a car someday will only be considered as my last option if and only if, I learn to distinguish my left from my right, and decipher a road map correctly. Notice that this is a subtle revelation that I am poor in directions. For now, I stick to the major means of travelling which all includes the jeepney, tricycle and buses. I’ve realized and noted some important facts that are essential for you to survive your trip. I’m trying to be helpful here or at least attempting to because, really, commuting is my thing.  Yes, that was sarcasm! Moving forward with the list:

 
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While I’m away…You

1.are probably a registered voter by now.

2. have already  reserved a seat for the Pacquiao v.s. Cotto’s match or you’ve seen Pacquiao’s performance on Kimmel and is now packing your things getting ready to migrate to Mars. 

3.  have tailor-made a costume for halloween and won the scariest costume contest

4. might have lost you’re house or worst someone dear to you. : (

5.volunteered and help everyone who lost themselves along their properties.

6. are contemplating on joining the Pen Medina acting workshop.

7. successfully completed and submitted your entry for the writing contest.

8. celebrated Nov. 1 watching twilight.

9. are filing for your income tax return 

10. are done with your Christmas shopping and for that I hate you.

Meanwhile, I was….

-still searching for a new place. Thus, nomadic.

-practicing my event-management skills and is so far struggling at it

-learning the fastest way to commute via land

-wondering why people in the south are weird.

-getting ready for the next storm

-is also contemplating on that Pen Medina Acting Workshop

-recorded my first video blog

Dead Brain Talking

Someone once told me that a person should write from the heart — because there lies the most wonderful story waiting to be written.

AHAHAHAHA. Can you believe how cheesy that person is? I want to shoot myself in the head  after hearing that. But seriously, how do you write from the heart. I mean DUH. I know that it shouldn’t be taken literally.

But I really I need to finish some writing assignment but I’m seriously swamped and the juices are clogged somewhere in my medula.  When I open MS World and see that blinking cursor, I feel like it’s taunting me. 

WALA. WALA. WALA. PANIS KA! WALA KA NAMANG MASULAT. CLICK THE X BUTTON, YOU WHORE!

The reason why I need to finish that assignment is that I am in dire need of cash. As they say, desperate times calls for desperate measures. And so far, writing is something I know I can do. I’m not actually brilliant or good at the very least but the operative word here is DESPERATION, whereas, in this day and age there’s this thing called KAPAL MUKS.  All you need to do is swallow the bitter pills called KAHIHIYAN and PRIDE and you’re all set.  Going for broke is the way to go. It’s time to put the barely-there self-confidence on the line.

Also a shot of tequila or rum may help. 

My mind is just so cluttered right now that I find it hard to concentrate on one single task. It’s so noisy here, the other voices inside my head competing for attention.  So many things to accomplish at the soonest possible time. My hands are tied. I want my MOMMY & DADDY!

Okay, the cursor is seriously give me the L finger. Must get on to then. Deadline is October 5. 

I’m counting on my pessimism that I will make it.

Out to Hunt

 Not for food because I have no hunting skills. DUH. In fact, I can pass as a boar so I’ll actually be the prey as opposed to being the predator. DUH. Also, it’s the 21st century and we’re not in Survivor Palau or wherever.

Today, we’ll try to look for a place to move in because our days are numbered in this comfort zone. So yeah, hopefully we’ll be able to make some reasonable adult decisions in the coming days based on the following:

1. Location must be midway between QC and Makati. The other housemate works in Makati. So we’re thinking of maybe Mandaluyong area.

2.  It must be under the reasonable budget (good for 2 people)  Brief recap: There were 4 of us. Then there’s By December, there will be 2 because the third person will soon enter another chapter in her life called “Marriage, Kids and Coitis (lots of it)”. 

3.  Must be within practical commuting zone, meaning I won’t need to ride the tricycle to get to the jeepney stop, take a jeepney to the bus stop, then take the bus to the MRT station, MRT to shuttle station going to the office and vice versa. 

4. Must have a private bath. The reason is the other housemate takes an hour to bathe. Don’t ask me. I’m not there. If worse comes to worst (due to financial restraints), we might agree to sharing an apartment with strangers providing that they are not equally or greater psychopaths as we are.

Independent living, yay or nay?! Good luck to us!

P.S. If you’re reading this and you know some place you can recommend. Please leave a comment.