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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