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Remembering Ninoy inside the Jeepney
For the nth (was it second or third?) time, I was caught inside a jeepney with not enough coins, except for 500 peso bills. It was really stupid of me! I could have checked for coins and smaller bills before hitting the jeepney. Or I could have flagged down a taxi, instead.
Thank God, a savior came with her five 100-peso bills. That was kind of a relief. If not for that, I could have gotten a free ride, which I did once (or many times?) when I left my wallet.
How I wish I have so many “Ninoy’s” in my wallet! It would then be “keep the change” for me. No worries.
500 peso bills (c) flickr: martindabu
Q: What would you do if you found out that all you have is a 500 peso bill while you were in a jeepney ride for 8 pesos?
a. Tell the jeepney driver the truth as you hand him your fare. Keep your fingers crossed and be prepared to be cursed by the driver. The chance that he has a change, though, is very least.
b. Keep silent and pretend as if you already made your fare. If the driver (or the conductor) calls your attention, tell him that you already paid. If not, look for other choices.
c. Ask the driver if he has a change to your bill. So as to avoid being condemned by the driver. If he has none, then think of options again.
d. Give the driver your money and forget the change. Really?
e. Disembark immediately even if the jeepney is still running. Be sure your cellphone is ready to call the ambulance.
f. Ask (kindly or not) other passengers to pay for your fare. Alms for the poor rich.
g. If you know you won’t be able to pay, just “bark” for new passengers to the jeepney. “Lili! Colon! Carbon!!!”
h. Ask the driver for his route. Then, after hearing his reply, tell him that you made a mistake. Disembark immediately.
i. Wait for some friend to save you. A one-in-a-million chance. While waiting, think of other ways.
j. Sing “Merry Christmas” to the driver. “And a Happy New Year”. Chances would be, other co-passengers would give you coins.
Lactose intolerance = LBM
Well, at least, for me. 
Last week, my stomach was sick of hyperacidity (dyspepsia?) so I abstained from Coke, iced tea, and most especially coffee, whose aroma is always a temptation whenever we hang out nearby the vending machine. Grrr!
Without asking my tummy if he was alright this afternoon, I savored a cup of coffee. And because I am still lactose intolerant, which I always ignore, I felt a thunderstorm in my tummy moments later.
There, I became a member of the Loose Bowel Movement. Again.
No-Scientific-Basis Experiment
I. Problem
I woke up 15 minutes before my work schedule. *Damn* I could have panicked in the shower and rushed directly to office, which is 15 minutes away on a smooth sailing jeepney, but my body was too tired from a dream I can hardly recall. God knows to where my dreams transported me.
Since my body defeated my mind, I just continued taking a good bath. My thoughts hovered: Take an extended day-off today? Text the boss to modify my shift? Be erased in space? Be dead? Etc…
Read and Re-read
It’s like I’d been chewed out at work. Huhu! 
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Monthly papers should be submitted on time. “Do you have to be reminded every month?”. Naka-piso jud ko!
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I re-sent erroneous attachments for three times. First, I shuffled names. Second, December instead of November. Last, December 16 should be Sunday. What a shame!
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Going home, I’ve been waiting for jeeps and taxis for an hour. Yopak! I asked a driver about his route. He replied, “Dili ka kamao mobasa, dong? (Don’t you know how to read?)“. Atay! Niulbo jud ko to the highest level. I was really pissed off. #$%^$^%$
Effing Monday
This day is too bad.
I hate today.
The warehouse, where the cheerdance practice (I am one of the coordinators) was being held, was so friggin’ hot. I thought I would lose the heatstroke and collapse in no time. I was so down until the end of the two-hour practice.
But I still am down. Sad. Angry. Anxious. I am so low.
Back at the office. I have to draw a codename again for our Manito/Manita. I hate being “Kokey”.
That ruins my day now. And I don’t know if there’s a lot more irritants after this post.
Wish me luck!
