Before going to my first trip abroad, hopefully…

Outside Orange Brutus of Marina Mall! Haha!

 NSO Birth Certificate time. Good thing I was number one on the list!  After I was given the form, I was able to get my Birth Certificate in no more than an hour!

Ive been meaning to write. Since Thursday. There have been so many things that have happened to me during those past four days. But I am just pre-occupied with so many things. So many. And all I want to do right now is stare my netbook and not even doing anything about more about it. Till tomorrow. I guess.

Deuce, according to this, means point of two. Two things. So when I say two deuce, it means two, two things. That makes it four. Four things.

By virtue of homonyms, deuce is homonymic with juice, as in the pineapple juice that I am drinking now. See the picture below:

As of this writing, I have already consumed four glasses of pineapple juice. I am even about to get a fifth one as soon as I am done writing this blog.

Two deuce - two, two things. Making it four things. Deuce sounds like juice. Like my pineapple juice. But since juice sounds like deuce. It could be that two deuce would mean two juice. But two deuce is two, two things, so by logic (if it can be qualified, even), two deuce could mean two, two things. In today’s case, two deuce could mean two, two pineapple juice. Two and two is four. Four pineapple juice. Four glasses of pineapple juice.

Does it make sense? We both think the same.

Why is it that everything today seemed not to be working well? Very early today, I went to the National Statistics Office (NSO) Diliman Branch to secure a copy of my birth certificate. I have used my two other copies so I have to get one for future reference. I went there as early as I could. 8:00 a.m. sharp. I was there. Only to find out that my ticket was number 3351. And obviously, if there’s 3351, there must be numbers 1, 2, 3 until 3350 before reaching my number! It was so damn hot and overly populated there. Jam-packed as it was. The mechanics of the NSO was so easy. It was simplified into four steps. Yes, four steps only. But getting a ticket (which was the first step) already took me two hours! And by a certain property in mathematics, I can easily estimate that it would take me at least a day to finish the whole process! I can’t wait there like forever, you know. I still had work by 10 a.m. and I still had to meet my mom’s co-nurse, Tita Mayenne Aquino, by 6:30 p.m. at the airport.

Anyway, as I have said, everything seemed not to work very well today. By 5:30 p.m., I already headed to the airport (I asked permission that I had to leave early from work). I hailed a cab and instructed the driver to send me to the Anonas Station of MRT (as trains are always faster than any other vehicle because of the snail movement of traffic). At that time, my mum was calling me over the phone so I wasn’t able to take notice of the route we were heading. When I glanced around my surroundings, I was shocked because I saw the huge sign of SM Marikina. I told the driver where we were heading. He said, “di ba po Anonas, LRT Station?” I was in panic because by the time he delivered his lines, Tita Mayenne already called me telling me that the plane had landed and she will be out anytime soon. The driver defended himself and suggested that we took the fastest way to get to Anonas Station, MRT. After ten minutes, we had arrived. I hurriedly got a ticket and then reached the Taft Station after 20 minutes. As soon as I got down, I got another taxi, this time, instructed the driver to get me to NAIA Arrival. The driver took advantage of the traffic jam and told me I should add P50. I was mad deep within. But I could not afford to get a fight with him because I was rushing. When I reached the airport, I only gave P20 additional and left the cab immediately. The driver took me to the Departure Area, instead of the Arrival. So I had to walk to where the Arrival Area was. I asked the nearest guard I bumped in. I said, “Saan po ba ‘yung Arrival yung may letters ng surname ang indication?” I can see in his face that he was confused and asked me to repeat the question again. He seemed not to know what I was saying so I said, “Yun pong may ABC, DEF..Ganun po”. And thank God he understood! At last!

When I arrived, it was already 7 p.m. I rested for about 10 minutes and Tita Mayenne called me to ask where I was. Luckily, I wasn’t late. Good thing I wasn’t. We had a little chit-chat. I had the opportunity to meet her whole family. They were all very nice to me.

And I headed home by another cab. It took me more than an hour just to get out of EDSA! I instructed the driver to pass through West Avenue because it was the easiest and fastest way to go home. I showed him the directions, the driver insisted that the directions I gave were jam-packed. He took a different route. And then I confirmed it from him, what he heard was East Avenue and not West. For the sake of salvation, never in my life did and do I have problems with pronouncing /e/ from /i/. How would he not hear it well? Good gracious.

Oh well, after long hours of travel, I was home. I am home. Blogging. Hoping to have a better day tomorrow!

Darn. I am fascinated with my new discovery of widgets! I know this craze has started since the generation of the Internet world, but my interest to widgets has just occurred as of this writing!

Darn. Now I am eagerly wanting to find out new and interesting widgets to be displayed in the side bar of this site.

Darn. I want a calendar widget, the one that boldens the dates when you have written a blog on them.

Darn! I need back up!

I was meaning to go to work early today. I got up early, readied myself and headed to work when an unfortunate thing happened. Well, it was actually a series of unfortunate things. When I reached the Cubao Jeepney Station with a route from Cubao going to Rosario, because it will pass through Citibank, Libis, I took few steps going to the jeepney in-halt. My brain wasn’t working that well because based on everyday experience, I don’t have to exhaust much of it. I was about to ride the jeepney but suddenly I was captured by the idea that the jeepney might not be heading for Rosario and that it might go elsewhere. So I stepped back. And when I did so, the conductor (aka assistant to the jeepney driver) was howling “Citibank, Citibank.” I couldn’t get back there because I felt a sort of non-voluntary shame. I couldn’t go back there because I already stepped back and that meant that people in that jeepney had assumed that I had a different route to take. And going back there would only mean affirmation of my being rubbish for not having had my most basic and most common sense!

Peep Peep The Cubao-Rosario Jeep

After three minutes of waiting, a jeepney stopped and I rode there. Again, I wasn’t sure about its route but I relied on my guts and instincts. When we were about 200 meters away, I reached a P50 bill so the driver would ask me where I was heading. And indeed, he did. I exclaimed, “Citibank po.” But the driver said, “Sorry miss, ‘di na ako aabot dun.” And he returned my money, got off the jeepney and walked back to the jeepney station which was about 200 meters.

Upon reaching there, another jeepney was there. The driver was shouting, “Ever, Ever.” And so to make sure, I had to ask back again, “Ever?” And then the driver said, “Ever!” So I went into the jeepney. About a hundred and fifty meters, I reached the same P50 bill and said, “Citibank po.” The driver laughingly said, “Naku! Akala ko Ever Commonwealth kayo. Dapat yung Ever Rosario yung sasakyan niyo.” And then I got my money back and hurriedly walked back again! I was already irritated because the MWSS crew were whistling at me because they had already seen me riding on and off the jeeps, and walk back to the station. Plus the sun was so hot. It pinched my skin up to its subcutaneous fat! Ugh!

When I reached the station for the third time, I saw a big bulk of crowd waiting for the Cubao-Rosario jeepneys. It was already 10:30 in my watch (meaning I had consumed almost 45 minutes of playing with my mocking gods). 10:30 am. Meaning, I was already 30 minutes late. So I had to walk back another 200-300 meters to the other jeepney stop. So I did it. My sweat was already drooping. I felt that my daily make up already melted! I wanna rush to work so I could feel the cool breeze of the office fan plus the centralized air conditioner. While I was totally mad, good thing, a jeepney with a sign Cubao-Rosario passed by! And luckily only the wife of the driver was on the front seat so I seated there beside her. I asked her, “May jeepney strike po ba ngayon? Ang konti lang kasi ng Cubao-Rosario na mga jeepney.” She replied, “Ha? Wala. Traffic lang.”

How come I don’t know this? How come it seems that traffic jam has not gotten into my nerves yet? There must be something wrong with me. Or with my brain cells? Bluff.

We thought of something else for April Fool’s Day. So, instead of fooling around and be fooled at the same time, we just commemorated it as April Fool’s Day.

April 1 is April Boots Day

Thanks to these friends, my April 1 is worth remembering for!

A Gossip Girl-Like Pose Along the Corridor

It is very ironic how people keep on asking me (just for today though) why i look so happy today.

The question is: Do I need any reason to validate my happiness?

…or a simple “just because” would be fine, eh?