Breaking news…

12 of our employees got trapped in the elevator for 10 frigging minutes… 10 minutes!!!!

Good news is no one got hurt, fainted or hyperventilated at the very least… Everyone got out safe.

I am very disappointed at our building administrator… The elevator’s master keys were at the hands of the contractor…why? why? why? Who knows where the hell they are at 5:30 in the morning.

Every shitty little thing happens when I am assigned in the night shift. I think I am a glorified babysitter. 

There was one time when we ran out of tissue and this poor employee came us to me asking for tissue because he’s about to crap his pants out and I was not able to produce one because a.) there’s no mini-stop or 711 within a 2 mile radius. 2.) i don’t have my own supply of tissue.  3.) feminine wipes only apply to those with vajajays (doi?!).

Long story short, he ended up getting 3 pieces of scratch paper and an empty bottle of C2. Go figure!

This new building sucks. They better fast track the building of the new mall beside us, lest they want me to go hiroshima on them.

That’s all for now.

I need my mandatory 8 hour sleep for me to tackle another shitty WTF moment later.

Tchuss! 

it takes one to know one

I’m sure everyone has their own  share of an MRT horror story(and by everyone, i mean anyone who has ridden the god-forsaken thing). I have my share of boo-boos. Time and time again, I have included them in my previous posts.

I’m been riding the MRT for more than two years now.I’m been here in Manila for what? Hmmm. almost three I guess. And I’ve came to the conclusion that:

1. There is about 90%  chance of you getting squashed, squeezed, smacked, groped,assaulted, cursed, harrassed and all other unwanted terms that can only mean one thing–it ain’t a walk in the park and it will be tattoed in your long term memory for as long as you live. Unless you are the masochistic or perverted type, this definitely goes to your Top 10 least favorite things to do in the metro list.

2. There is absolutely 100% chance of you loosing your temper. And you can’t just blame it on your PMS or your raging hormones. Some insensitive dumbasses fails to recognize that in order for you to get out, they have to move aside or if they are close to the door–step out of the freaking thing so that you can leave the damned train. But nooooo. They just have to stay put and act like they’re a lamp post or some non-living thing. Move your ass out. Sometimes, you wonder what happened to their common sense? oh wait.. They don’t have one.

3. During rush hour, there is an interval of 2 to 5 minutes before another train arrives. Ten to fifteen minutes for off-peak days, in cases of holidays and the like.

4. Majority of the commuting population either get on or off Cubao station. (IMO)  

5. The flat screen tvs installed in most stations are merely displays. They don’t show anything on it. I wonder how I can take advantage of this?

6. Some of the stairs in the stations are so steep—not so good to the sloth-ridden, fat asses and the middle aged people suffering from rheumatism. It’s like trekking Mt. Apo or something.. 

7. There’s a higher risk of acquiring BO than getting stuck in the elevator for 10 minutes. And it’s not your deo’s fault.

8. There’s a higher risk of acquiring communicable diseases especially if you’re just an eyelash away from Mister or Miss Coughing-incessantly-looking-like-a-positive-PTB-person.

9.During rush hour, you will most likely to let 10 trains pass before you can decently enter and walk out unharmed, unassaulted and still in one piece. I can’t guarantee that you will still smell the D&G you put on before you enter the train as it has probably been absorbed by the sweaty orcs who are riding with you. By the time that you get to the office, you’re officemates will be have noticed how haggard-looking you are. 10, 0000 negative beauty points for you.

10. It all boils down to one thing: Survival of the meaniest. As only the meaniest SOB can survive the pushing and shoving. MRT is not for the meek and frolicking nymphs. It’s for the modern amazons and fiesty, bad ass underpaid citizens of the metro.

Dialogues: Gothic Girl with Nosy Aunt

If my life’s a movie…(Nante said he can imagine this as part of my biography)

 Gothic Girl with Nosy Aunt

Thanks for the vote of confidence Nan. Maybe I’ll ask you to play the lead role, yes?!

nostalgia circa 2005

I woke up around 2:30 a.m. because nature called. I went back to bed and tried to lull myself to sleep. But to no avail, i just kept staring at the wall. Twisting and turning, Mr. Sandman just ignored my pleas to go back to dreamland. So finally I decided to get up. 

Out of sheer boredom, I blog hopped and tried reading my old blogs…

Nostalgia hit me. I’m sharing a piece of nostalgia to you, dear reader. This is one of my entries from the virgin chronicles…circa 2005.

 So yeah..I was superficial. But that was HIGH SCHOOL!! *lame defense mechanism* I loved high school for all the right and wrong reasons. It was the best 4 years of my life.  I remember our yearbook, the treasure trove of our juvenile memories. Our girl on girl infatuations, the first time we cut classes, band practices, bad hair days and fashion crises–it’s all in there. 

Nostalgia. *sigh* Sometimes, I wish I have a time machine.

kitty litter

Bella Diva

Ada the Hun

Keira the Sweet Assassin

I was never good with kids. I don’t bully them. I am  jusy not that likable. I can never imagine raising one. I will always be a spoiled brat. But there are times when I wish I could hold one. They calm me. They take my stress away.

If ever I have kids someday, I will not name them after my ancestors.

Here are some options:

For Boys:

1. Kurt (Cobain) (Vonnegut)
2. Brandon (Boyd)
3. John Diggs (JD)
4. Rob Thomas
5. Thomas Bryce

For Girls:

1. August
2. October
3. Wednesday

Yes, I belong to the Addams family.