I strongly encourage you to click the picture above. It is linked to a Facebook video posted by a Lemuel Espinol. Personally, I have no idea who these people are but I found this so hilarious, I took it upon myself to give them as much free publicity as I can.
A classic example of that Pinoy just-laught-it-off attitude that sets us apart from the rest of the world. Which in a way ties in with my new motto “don’t get mad…get entertained.” Easier said than done but looks like these guys have it down to an art.
Kumakain pa ng chichirya. San ka pa lulugar! I love it, I love it, I love it!
While watching news coverage of Typhoon Ondoy:
Post-It Queen: They keep calling for amphibians to rescue residents. What are those exactly? Google it.
The Walking Herbicide: I think it’s a cross between a boat and a truck.
Post-It Queen: It looks expensive. We have that?
The Walking Herbicide: It looks like a holdover from World War II. We definitely have those. Along with our collection of tora-tora planes.
Five minutes later, we watch as CNN gave a special report on the worst flooding Manila has seen in 40 years. Wow! Fifteen minutes of fame!
Also tried accessing the PAG-ASA website. This is what I got:
Mukhang pati PAG-ASA nawalan ng pag-asa sa baha.
Exhibit A. The Human Circadian Biological Clock
Courtesy of Wikipedia
The other day, while sitting on the toilet, I felt a drop of water fall on my right knee. I thought I was imagining things so I ignored it.
Two seconds later, another drop.
And then another.
Lazily, I looked up and realized that the drops were coming straight out of the bulb socket.
I had the light on.
First grade science teaches us this simple equation: electricity + water = bad news. Instead of panicking I sat back and thought Wish the bathroom would blow up with my pants around my ankles so I don’t have to go to work.
That’s not a good sign. I’ve complained about going to work before. Who doesn’t? But praying for injury due to explosive infrastructural damage tells me I need to get a new life.
You’re wondering what this has to do with Exhibit A. It illustrates what my job has deprived me of for the past four years. I have forgotten how it feels like to have a day start with morning and end with night. On my way to work, I see people going home and I wish I had their lives. I get to the office, I run into some unmentionables and think of all the creative ways I can end theirs.
Then I put on a wry smile all to conceal the fact that I’m two stupid questions away from setting the place on fire.
Everyday I ask myself: how much are you willing to put up with for that paycheck?
When you can’t wait for your bladder to fill up just to get a two-minute escape from your desk and the people around it, I’m guessing you already know the answer to that question.
