when it rains, it pours

i. roadwarrior 1

my dad had me do some light typing thursday afternoon, promising to drop me off in school in return. paco tagged along. traffic was bad on the service road due to the construction work which they haven't finished yet [although the dpwh is working remarkably fast compared to its former standards], a slight accident ["you can't even see the scratch. he could have repaired that for 500 pesos but he chose to rob us of our time instead," my dad was griping], and another jeep caught by kotong cops.

the latter two being out of the ordinary, i had figured that my bad luck for the day had ended and it was smooth sailing from then on. of course i jinxed myself the moment i thought it. our car stalled on the south superhighway, and my dad asked me and paco to get out and push, to get the engine going. being the buff jocks that we are, obviously nothing happened so i opted instead to cross the road and enlist the help of the tambays living there. but, wonder of wonders, when we got back, a tow truck had magically appeared in front of our car. never underestimate the psychic abilities of kotong cops.

by this time, my dad and i were thoroughly pissed off since we both knew what they were after [1500 pesos, the exact amount turned out to be] but they had already hooked up the cables so we couldn't do anything. the driver was a real asshole but i have to commend the bantay riding with us in our car on his smooth-talking abilities. a less cynical person would've bought his justifications hook, line, and sinker. that's the trouble with life - you can't tell the antagonists from the protagonists. this is well and good in movies [think troy], but a pain in the ass anywhere else.

paco and i took a taxi the rest of the way. my dad later texted me that it was a timing belt problem, just like the bantay had speculated. but then again, i wouldn't put it past their sabotaging the belt themselves.

ii. mon ami pense que je l'aime bien

but i don't. i'm just strengthening another connection. we merely had a better conversation than i had anticipated, is all.

iii. 58-51

i watched the first half in the goxlobby and the second in the chess plaza. it never ceases to amaze me how we curse the university left and right except when a uaap basketball game is going on. the championship game is this afternoon but i'd rather rest than watch it live [plus i don't have tickets]. if dlsu wins, classes will be cancelled tomorrow. i hope that happens, since we supposedly have a test in introso and i know absolutely nothing. this isn't like math where the topic itself confounds me; instead, i get ms whats-her-face's points, but i can't figure out what she's trying to teach us. btw, both kimber and rogi are candidates for kodak's smile of the week for some reason. vote if you want.

iv. four corners

the butterscotch vodka was excellent. too bad we only got one shot each. reggie was trying to get me to smoke marijuana with him. gago ka talaga. we parted ways around midnight but i got home past two, mainly because there were no jeeps passing through sucat at that time [i had taken the roxas bvld route in order to accompany mica]. in the thirty minutes i was waiting, only two jeeps passed by. i had to take the second since the first was turning in at severina, where the driver lived. again, many thanks to cara. i'd marry you, but i don't believe in incest.

v. sa 'yo ang prostitute; kami ang kakan

birthday greetings to renz and chudor! renz treated us to a few rounds of ethel alcohol at the green place. in hindsight, that would be a good career for me - concocting new alcoholic beverages and naming them after dlsu professors. of course given that, i'd quickly succumb to cirrhosis of the liver. not that it's not a good way to die - it's the truly lasallian way, in fact [not only is it caused by alcohol, but your skin turns green some hours before toxic shock sets in].

vi. urbandub

renz and i were prevented from entering since we were both wearing sandals. the only logical reason i can think for their implementing this rule is that they don't want to be sued in case someone steps on my foot during the concert and somehow breaks it. but it was still a good thing that i always wear sandals. at least that way, renz wasn't the only one barred. we sold our tickets to soyster and company and i went to the big-ass gerry's grill near park square for anna's birthday bash.

vii. "arun, gusto mo ng blowjob?"

i got two actually. they weren't good though. kahlua on the rocks is much better. anna's friends gave her a guitar. i wish i had friends like that [*cough cough*]. she knows both sponge cola's partisan and shades apart's valentine. that was a pleasant surprise, although it also meant that i wasn't able to pass off either as an original composition. damn.

viii. metamensaje

reading through the sample resume they gave us, i couldn't help but notice that the sample high school given was zobel and the sample birthdate was june 14.

ix. "blucken your baxes completely!"

since our ojt's are just around the corner, they're processing the application forms as early as now. in line with this, i went to school yesterday for the accenture orientation and entrance exam. i hit a snag early on, since my forms were locked away in pogz' locker. luckily paco was on hand to figure out his combination so we weren't that late. the first two tests were just intelligence tests so i did good, but the last test was a real headache. the time constraints were bad enough but mental maths? argh. good thing i'm not really gunning for a slot, since out of 200 applicants they're only going to take 20. my only real regret is that i paid 200 pesos for my transcript of records*. what a waste.

x. roadwarrior 2

since i had to go to the global city for my weekly tutoring, rogi and i took the mrt together. i was so engrossed in our conversation that i missed my station and had to take a bus back to ayala, where i noticed that i was three pesos short for the last leg of my commute. i texted my mother for advice but she just told me to hoof it. while i was praying for a miracle, i ran into jaffy santiago and christian blanco, from whom i was able to jombat five pesos. and zobel saves the day yet again!

i just realized that the more i use the word "owel" in my posts, the drier they become. it's as if instead of getting back at life with wit, i give up and blame it on inevitablilty.

owel.

sige ingat.ü

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transcript of records: it's interesting to note that according to my transcript, anmath2 is worth zero academic units. this is probably how they recorded that i haven't officially failed it yet; at least not until i take it again and get an average below 2.5. 
posted by stani at 7:48 AM