Priceless Tips On How To Survive Metro Manila Traffic

Commuters, D-R-I-V-E!

Hunger Games. That book series turned to movie where two representatives from different districts have to participate in an annual death match in the name of food.

The battlecry? Survival of the fittest, elimination of the unfit.

Our day to day life is indeed a survival of the fittest and elimination of the unfit. You need not read or watch Hunger Games to see that. Just try commuting in the Philippines. And it’s more fun in Metro Manila.

For those who have cars, all you have worry are the following: money for gas and toll fees, coding days, plus double, extra, super patience for the metro’s traffic.

For us commuters, what we have to worry are just two deadly things: 1) running out of bus to ride, and 2) running out of oxygen chasing buses along with other feisty and desperate-to-get home passengers.

As an experienced EDSA commuter where falling in line is a deviant practice, I urged everyone to D-R-I-V-E!

D is for Diet. Imagine a pack of tigers, only they are humans, pushing everyone around in order to get in the bus’ minimal door. No offense meant but being thinner (and flatter) is helpful in slipping inside a bus swarmed by hungry passengers. But like toothbrush that needs toothpaste for better result, diet must be coupled with exercising. I learned it the hard way. Being petite makes it easier to just slip but also it is easier for you to get off balance when the big bad guys are your competitors. Okay, time to hit the gym and put some muscle here (my triceps I mean).

R is for Run. Cheetahs are the fastest land animals on record, so the report shows. I beg to differ, ladies and gentlemen. It’s humans! Go to Ayala bus station during rush hour and you’ll see what I am talking about. Hundreds of them running like hell to approaching buses just to get in.

I did not entertain this novelty of commuting so I missed a lot of dinner at home and soon grew tired of this so I learned to play the game. I am an experienced runner now and still on training every day!

I is Ignore Good Manners. My mom brought us up with utmost respect especially to elders. So when an oldie gets on I gave way. You’re welcome. And that’s one of the reasons I get to my destinations late. I know better now. I must be objective. Who cares about the PWDs, the pregnant women, the mothers with their infants? Put your game face on! But just like drinking reminders, do it moderately.

V is Vigilance. Once I too preoccupied getting to office on time so I made my way through the crowd as quick as possible. When I finally boarded, I fished for my smartphone only to realize it was gone. Should I scream? No, I would be nuts to do that! Should I call the police? Oh God! Where are the police? Lesson? Use handphones.

Vigilance is also necessary for all sex maniacs out there who pretend to brush off your chest or butt when the bus is jam-packed or in sudden break. This is also as equally important for those conductors who do not dispense tickets and play deaf when asked for change.

Extend Patience. No matter what you do, shit happens. I wonder how many commuters out there had their relationship shattered after being late on a date or on a birthday. I wonder how many business deals were postponed and how many love letters they got from the HR giving suspension for the well-performed lates. In all these, patience my dear, patience.

I cannot pinpoint what really is the root of this problem. Is it so many people that our vehicles cannot accommodate? Or just so many undisciplined people that makes commuting an agony? On the one hand, could it be that we have so many vehicles our roads can longer accommodate or simply a lack of effective system. Might as well call MMDA…

Meanwhile, if you want to be on top of surviving, go DRIVE.


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10 Mga Nakakaasar na Eksena sa Jeepney

1)      Yung pilang daig pa ang blockbuster movie sa sinehan tapos yung mga kapwa mo

pasaherong kakarating lang ay dumiretsong sakay pagkadating na pagkadating.

2)      Yung ipinagssisikan ng drayber na 9 talaga ang dapat makaupo kahit wala ng mapaglagyan. Sabi pa, 'Kaya yan, tiwala lang'. Saveey?!

3)      Yung sinasabihan ka ng drayber na galaw-galaw nalang para magkasya. Eh, Kuya ang sikip na nga diba! Paano pa makakagalaw!

4)      Yung mga pasaherong di marunong mag-abot ng bayad. Di mo matantiya kung busy o wala lang talaga sa sarili.

5)      Yung mga drayber na di marunong mag-abot ng sukli.

6)      Yung mga Mamang mahilig sa manspreading. Yung totoo Kuya gaano ba kalaki yang sayo at kung makabukaka ka diyan ay wagas habang si Nanay sa tabi mo ay ipit na ipit?

7)      Yung mga pasaherong insensitib. Imagine sobrang sikisikan sa jeep. Tapos may mga bumaba. Pero siksikan pa rin sa kabila habang ang luwag sa kabila. Ate, makiramdam din pag may time, di puro FB lang.

8)      Yung mga mamang busy sa kaka-COC habang si Lolo ay nakakabit sa jeep. Totoy, baka makahingi ng konting awa sa tuhod ni Lolo.

9)      Yung mga drayber na tamad huminto. Pumara ka na sa babaan at lahat dire-diresto pa rin. Ayan tuloy kailangan mo pa sumakay ulit pabalik sa sobrang layo ng hinituan.

10)   Yung mga pasaherong kung makasigaw ng ‘Para!’ ay parang wala ng bukas. Nagagalit pa kung hindi nakahinto sa gusto niyang pahintuan. Alam namang bawal doon.

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Ngannong Lisod Kaayo Muingon ug NO

Nganong Lisod Kaayo Muingon ug 'NO'

Padulong nako pauli ug kay gusto man lagi ta ug bugnaw, sulod sa mall gyud ko muagi. Kada-adlaw, ako ginabaybay ang Greenbelt, Glorietta paingon sa LandMark ug SM, ug sa kani nga mga lakaw, ako jud nga pugson ang ako kaugalingon sa pag lakaw nga way lingi-lingi. Lisod na ug makapalit ta ug dili oras. Imagine P120,000 sa usa lang ka sunglasses? Haroy yuta naman jud na ako mapalit. So as usual, sutoy ra gyud ko.

Pero wa gyud ko kapalag pag agi nako sa Black Pearl nga booth. Sige ra ko ni ug agi-agian ug kung manawag na gani ang salesman, mulingiw dayo ko ug mupaspas ug lakaw. Apan karon, tam-is kaayo ang smile ni salesman nga ibutang lang nato sa pangalan nga Harry kay nakalimot ko. Actually, nagpaila-ila biya siya apan di lang gyud nako mahinumduman kay busy kaayo siya ug pangutana nako kung unsa ako gamit.

H: Ma'am, ano po gamit ninyo para sa inyo face?

A: Wala po talaga Sir, pure Safeguard lang.

H: Ahh, ganoon how about moisturizers?

A: Cetaphil cleanser lang po kung meron mahal kasi.

H: Pero madalas kayo magpa-facial?

A: Ay wala din Sir, baka magising mga pores ko (sheet memeng last nalang gyud ka nako bah!)

Wa nako kabanatay nga iya gigunitan ako kamot ug iya ko gidala sa ilang booth para mag-sample. Iyang giunag hanyag sa ako ang peeling mask nga iyang gibutang sa parte sa akong tuong kamot. Nahadlok ko kay basin mag iyahay ug panggawas  ang ako buling. Mahibaw-an nga wa ko kapanglugod ganiha kay nagdali-dali ko ug kaligo.

After mga 2 minutes, iya na gitangtang ang iya gibutang ug tinood nangadala ang ako dead skin ug mga dagkong buling. Amazing! Amazing pod ang presyo kay tag P5,400 ang usa ka gamay nga sudlanan. Good for 1 year daw ug mas best and epekto kon gamitan nimo sa ilang moisturizer nga tag P5,000 pod kapin ang gamay nga botelya. Harroy, ta-ta ang akong Safeguard papaya! Pero nindot man, di jud ko padala kay mahal ra kaayo.

Nag-thank you nako sa effort ni Harry ug ready na mo go-rah sa dihang miabot ang very neat ug gwapong foreigner nga I'm sure dili Americano. Iya kung gisugdan sa pag-ingon nga nindot daw ako earings ug cute daw ko. Juice colored! Murag gibayang ang ako kalag. Ug misamot kini sa dihang miingon siya nga tungod kay cute ko, ihatag nalang niya sa ako ang Black Pearl Peeling Mask ug P2,700 instead nga 5,400. Nakaingon si Harry ug, "Sure ka, Sir!" Ma'am avail mo na to. Anak yan ng may-ari at minsan lang ang ganyang offer!

Aguuy! Unsaon naman nako ni! Kabarato na lang. Ug kagwapo sa naghatag nako ug discount! Lami na kaayo igawas ang ako credt card, pero maayo nalang wa ko patunto. Ako usang gi-imagine and ako mga bayranan ug kung naa ba ko ma-spare para aning ilang pagwapa apan bisag walay calculator kabalo ko nga ma negative gyud ang akong budget. Maayo mu -salestalk ning mga tuway pero naa pod ko sa sales ug ako pod ning ginabuhat. So samtang ila ko gibola-bola, sige rako ug katawa dili tungod kay flattered ko kung dili kay naka huna huna pod ko sa akong mga gema-gema sa pamaligya aron makahalin.

Besides, sa retail world grabe ang patong. Sure ko dili siya lugi bisan ihatag pa to niya ug 1K. Na factor in nana nila sa ilang pag presyo ug grabe ang ilang ganansiya kung mupatol ka sa tag P5,400. Hoy, Dong di tika padatuon ug samot!

So mao to mga friends, lisod man, pero kung dili kaya sa budget, firm jud ang NO! Kay kung dili,gwapa lagi ka pero ga sakripisyo pod imo budget. Oh siya, muuli nako ug manghilam-os sa ako Safeguard Papaya! LOL


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Modus Pamamalimos!

Piso na lang tulog na ako. Pero di pa man nakakalayo ang jeep na sinasakyan ay naalimpungatan na ako. Dalawang batang kumakanta. Masarap pakinggan. Di ko lang naiintindihan. 

Habang kumakanta ang mga nasa edad 5 na si Nene nag-aabot naman ng sobre ang kuya niyang si Totoy. O kuya niya nga ba talaga o ka-tandem lang.

Halos lahat deadma. Si ate sa harap busy sa pag-i-FB. Si Kuya naman sa gilid ay sobrang pokus sa pagsi-COC. Papaos na si Nene pero wala pa ring naglagay sa mga sobre hanggang sa naawa si Ate na katabi ko at nagbigay ng maraming barya. Ayun solve  at bumaba na ang dalawang bata.

Bigla akong dinalaw ni Mr. Guilt. “It’s always better to give than to receive”, ika nga ng Nanay ko. Pero hanggang kailan ka pwedeng magbigay? Hanggang kailan ka magpapaloko? Biglang sumagi sa akin. Ang galing na ng namamalimos ngayon. Uniform ang Airmail  na sobre na pinapamigay para paglagyan ng pera. Improb kamu. Dati lata lata lang pinapasa eh.

Kahapon lang habang inip na inip ako sa pagpila ng jeep ay may isang mamang lumapit sa lahat ng nakapila para humingi ng tulong sa kanyang anak. Sa labas ng sobreng puti ay larawan ng anak niya (o kanino mang bata siguro) at iilang gamot na maintenance daw. Napabigay ako ng limang piso kasi nasa St. Luke’s daw ang anak niya. Pag-alis ng Mama, napaisip ako. Bakit sa St Luke’s niya dinala?

Feeling ko nayari na naman ako. Ilang beses ko nang sinabi sa sarili ko di ako magpapayari. Peksman! Minsan kasi may lumapit sa aking babae. Humihingi ng P20 pamasahe daw pauwing Cubao. Di ko din naman ma-imagine paglakarin siya mula Makati hanggang Cubao kaya napaabot na ako sabay alis. Nung bumalik ako, andun pa rin yung babae, nanghihingi ulit ng bente sa halos lahat ng dumaan. Tinitigan ko siya at napailing sabay sabing, “Nice one ate”.

Kasabay ng pagbulusok ng teknolohiya ay ang pag-level up din ng taktika sa pamamalimos. Nung bata ako, kahit magkano lang pwede na sa lata. Hanggang sa pag nagbigay ng piso halos ibabato sayo pabalik. Kung magbigay ka din ng pagkain, gusto pera nalang. Ngayon pag nagbigay ka ng pera, sila pa ang nagsasabi ng minimum. Hanep!

Yung iba naman, may talaga pag rumaket. May megaphone na, may death certificate pa. Familiar? Na try niyo na ba mabigyan ng sobre sa bus bilang tulong daw sa pagpapalibing sa tatay, nanay, anak, kapatid o kung sino mang Poncio Pilato? Tapos nakangiti na kapag kolektahan na ng sobre. Pasalamat speech sabay baba at aakyat na naman sa ibang bus.

Nasubukan na ito ni Porito, officemate ko. Si Kuya humihingi ng tulong para sa tatay niyang namatay. May death certificate pa bilang patunay. Makalipas ang mahigit isang buwan, si Kuya na naman ang nakita niyang humingi ng tulong para sa tatay niyang namatay. Yung totoo, ilan ba talaga tatay mo Kuya?

Usapang modus limos na rin lang, banggitin ko na rin yung mga batang namamalimos sa daan at sa mga overpass. Kawawa na nakakaasar. At lalong maasar ka kapag narinig mo ang sa wari ko’y magulang na pinapagalitan ang anak dahil ‘yun lang daw ang koleksyon niya. Wow ate, child labor na nga, nagagalit pa!

Kung may bata, syempre may pang matanda din.  Araw-araw nagtataka ako paano nakakauwi yung matandang Mama at nakakabalik. Para bagang may duty hours lang. Minsan isang gabi, di ko alam kung sobra lang akong pagod pero may nakita akong lalaking naka itim kaharap nung Mama. Di ko alam kung binabraso niya ng barya o anuman pero mukhang may hatiang naganap. Nakow!

Maaaring tayo ang biktima nila. Maaaring biktima lang din sila…

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(Alas 2:20 sa hapon.Gihidlaw para wala akong kakatugon sa laay nga kinabuhi)

Kanang bisag gitungga ug gibubo na nimo ang kape knock out gihapon ka.

Gusto gyud ko mag-doctor. Kanang maglaslas sa mga gilangaw nga samad ug mag-inject hangtod mag-aruy-aruy ang pasyente. Kaso, makuyapan ko makakita ug dugo ug kurug akong kamot. Mauna pa unya ko mamatay sa akong pasyente...

Kung dili ko ma-doctor mag-medrep nalang ko. At least duol-duol ra. Unya unsa mani ako nabalitaan nga tagaan man daw ug sakyanan! Wow! Problema karon kay ratulon man ko. Gamay nga sirbato bulagan dayon ko sa akong kasing-kasing...

Pangandoy sab nako nga mahimong abogada. Ingon ako Mama, lami daw ko mangistorya. Tuo kaayo ko. Mama gud na nako. Unya maayo lagi ko mangistorya, wa poy unod pildi na dayon. Usa pa, dali ra ang pag-eskwela, problema karon kung mag take 2, take 3, take-out ta sa bar exam...

Feel nako mag-photographer ang apan lang kay way ulo akong kuha tanan. Ug kung nature pod kunuhay kuhaan nako, kung dili ngitngit, blur. Mas maayo siguro no kung ako nalang ang kuhaan ug picture?...

Kay actually feel man jud pod nako mag-model. Tabangi ko kung unsa. Dili pwede ang gown nga arang ka taas kay potot ko. Di pod pwede model sa buhok kay mubo ang ako ug kalkag pa.Model nalang unta ug tiil kaso isa nalang katudlo ang okay. The rest patay ang kuko. Ana sila nga mag-model nalang ko ug bra pero kabalo ko nga yaga-yaga to kay kabalo ko nga flat pako sa surfing board. Band aid siguro pwede pa!

Naa pod daw ko chance ma-singer kaso, maayo rako mubirit ug walay tawo. Buangon pod raba ning mga tuko sa amo kay kung magpakulot-kulot na gani ko sa akong voice, mag-iyahay ug pangahulog.

Haaai..laaya!

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Sunset by the Beach at Nasugbu, Batangas

Sunsets are not the end. Sunrise is not a beginning. It's a matter of perspective.

Life is simple. We complicate it.

Catching the day's last ray.

Ang pagpalaot.

Footprints on the sand.

A smile smooths things. Have one now!

While we are busy with our smartphones, he is busy with this.

7 THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT VALENTINES

1.   Traffic. While couples prepare for their dates, I am preparing myself for a long walk home. I am sure as hell the traffic is going to be terrible.  Wear extra patience on the drive honey!

2.   Books. Hmm, you really do not hate the book per se. It’s the characters there whom you adore so much but can’t just come to life. Ugh! Frustrating! (Not to mention they are my dates tomorrow).

3.   Gifts.  Valentine’s Day is for all—lovers, friends, singles, doubles urggh couples – and gift giving is but mundane. The thing is you have run out of ideas on what to give this year because you are so done with jewelry, chocolates, flowers, blah, blah, blah… try DIY this time bro! E is for effort.

4.   Chocolates.  Because it might trigger your diabetes or you are on a hard core diet and all of a sudden this dark food for the gods just ruins everything. Okay ladies, just give them to me. I would love to share your calories. Haha!

5.   Flowers. Because maybe you have allergy or simply you receive the same kind of flower over and over again! Red freakin’ roses for the last 5 years? Hmmp, maybe a freshly picked ginger lily (just make sure you are not caught stealing it at the neighborhood) will be appreciated.

6.   Movies.  Should I say more? Good luck to the infinity queue.

7.   Friends. Only one in the group who’s got no girl/boyfriend? Aging 30 and has currently no date? Friends bugging you about it? I could feel you!

RANDOM THINGS YOU HATE: GIVE A HAND TO EXPLAIN PLEASE

Hey, hey! I know you are brilliant, hon! That’s why I want to pick up your brain understanding these people and situations that creep at the core to irate my day. These might sound really petty but I tell you, they are annoying.

Igan D' Bayan Collection. Art Fair Philippines 2015, Makati City.

Those people who like to cram at the bus’ door. Like it’s the end of the world! Giving no space for those who also want to go home. I do not understand why they have to jam pack in one place when the rear screams, ‘Hey, I’m vacant here!’ Mabuti pa ang sardinas di nagsisiksikan sa lata! I heard and noticed that passengers do it so they could get off easily. Isn’t it lame my friend? Drivers stop if you tell them to do so. Or you could ask the bus conductor for a halt and walk your way. Think of others sometimes!

Now let’s go to the mall where security guards check your bags. And I am referring to those who just dip their stick inside bags with eyes wandering somewhere or mouth busy chatting. Then something happened and they all go back to that full alert thingy! Huli na po ang lahat...

Those selfish creature at the street. I am talking here of those people who cross the street even if the traffic light says stop with the traffic enforcer raising his hand for the same signal. I find this really insulting to the enforcer. Kaya di umuunlad ang Pilipinas eh, simpleng bagay di makuha.

Opinions on opinion. I admire people who express their thoughts on certain subjects. I do not understand though those people who have to say nasty opinion on an opinion. I just don’t understand why you need to say something and argue like hell if the premise does not agree with yours. C’mon it is your responsibility to filter what to take and leave so shut up! Okay, this might sound like breaching your freedom of expression but just saying it is annoying (and I know you don’t care).

Like to be liked. You checked your Twitter or Instagram and received a lot of likes. You feel flattered then it dawned unto you that half of them are just making their way to you to find your way to them. You realize that when you check the account and find they are selling something that is not even related to your post. There are also those who flatter you with ‘Awesome shot!’ even if you know it’s not. Here’s the deal baby, if you like it, then like it. Thank you very much. But liking it for me to like and follow? Spare me.

Holiday Getaway at Sagada, Mt. Province

Christmas is over—looong way over but I guess there’s no need for a solstice or any special

Good morning at Sagada, Homestay. 

occasion to talk about the… teng-ni-neng… infamous Sagada! 

Okay, don’t expect too much activity I did there. The best verdict I can offer is that if you want to sleep real well and lose track of time, go to Sagada, Mt. Province and you’ll get what you fairly need. More than. I should say. Evil smile. 

Spelunking at Lumiang Cave.

Spending Christmas alone somewhere was what I have planned for 2014 but where to? I do not have any idea. I am just a poor lass on a tight budget who can’t afford cheap luxury. Okay, enough publicizing my poverty. But as my mantra goes, ‘You ain’t need to be rich to travel’. And my sincere gratitude to Ate Robs (a former university colleague) who mentioned Sagada accommodation is fairly affordable. A P250-300 per night stay is not bad at all!

Most of the time, I am a solo backpacker who does not believe in itinerary. I don’t want to hurry seeing a museum because another one awaits. Or move from one site to another just for the sake of finishing the must-sees. I take things as they come. I am good spending the whole afternoon sitting while drinking the sight before me.  

I do not celebrate Christmas. I wear it.

Cookies and yogurt of the popular Sagada's Yogurt 
House; Salt and Pepper's heavy heart breakfast of 
brown rice, tapa, longganisa, egg, banan bread, 
and fruits; Dave's Restaurant's soup and chicken 
BBQ.

There are a lot of things to do in Sagada—checking out the hanging coffins, watching sunset at Lake Danum, spelunking, food hopping, blah, blah. I ignored all these on my first day though (and the days to come). In lieu, since I am quite too behind catching up books, I crunched with the very famous series of The Song of Fire and Ice. Game of Thrones is that popular. Glued is an understatement I even failed to tell what time of day is it. Reading is gripping. And sleeping is insatiably awesome at this rugged and cold mountain.

Sagada orange.

I am never a fan of Christmas but this place is very subtle to make you feel the celebration. It’s chilly and simple colorful lights are everywhere. Few restaurants host Christmas Eve buffet dinner at 500 pesos. I am not a foodie and thought it would be practical to order a la carte so I decided to head to Dave’s Restaurant where food is really good. I guess Ryan and I were the only Filipinos dining. Oh, I forgot to mention I got a last minute travel buddy. Ryan whose vacation to Palawan has been cancelled messaged me if he can tag along and I said sure why not! Spending Christmas with a stranger is on my bucket list. He does not fit too much for the criteria of a stranger though because he’s an officemate and good friend but whatever. As long as ‘di maarte’ go rah!

What I find really cool in this place is the bonfire and the beer and the guitar with the missing B-string (courtesy of Homestay). And I would dare not forget the free flowing brewed Sagada coffee.  Staying there for three days is maybe more than enough to see what needs to be seen and do what needs to be done.

Top load off to Bontoc.

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Four Things You Hate About Alarm Clocks

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Too loud. Something that wakes the entire neighborhood with drowsy prying eyes shot on you. “Okay, Okay, I’m gonna lower the volume from now on.”

Snooze loose.  There goes the alarm but you trust too much it will alarm 5 mins later and  failed to hear it. It does scream again but you are too busy at dreamlandia. Then you woke up 30 mins later cursing the imbecilic thing. Really, dear?

It does not bear with you. So you had set it at 6am, and it did its job of yelling at you to get up.  Tired and hangover as hell, you decided to skip breakfast and sleepily reset the alarm for additional 10 minutes. Only  you  did the resetting in your DREAMS and the next time you wake it’s 8am. Hey, don’t fret. Call the office for a leave now!

Panic bringer.  You stayed really late then your alarm blared like fire alarm signaling the start of day. Panicking you’ll be late you jumped off, dashed to the bathroom and went back to bed really annoyed to realize it’s your day-off or it’s a holiday. Hey, do not blame the object. Blame yourself for not checking out what you have programmed for the week. Or better go back to sleep.

10 THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT FOOD

1.    It’s boldly bland.  Maybe the chef likes to play it safe this time and trust the condiments sitting on your table to give taste to that ever unappetizing steak.

2.    It’s superbly salty. I like salty foods but too much of it especially on a soup is like running out of potable water and resort to seawater. That moment with your very first big bite and you realized; “Oh, this dish must be called salt with beef not beef with salt.”

3.    It’s sanity-ripping spicy. So you had your moment spreading the hot sauce on your dish and seconds later you regretted it like hell because it’s firing back. You’ve tumbled and rolled. Gulped cold water and even fanned your mouth. Now relax. Get some milk.

4.    It’s horribly hairy. Hair strands on your seafood paella? Gross.

5.    It’s leafy. Because you are a certified carnivore and a self-declared meatatarian.

6.    It’s meaty. Because you are vegan. Or simply an animal advocate.

7.    Its name is not its taste. How many of us here have fallen victim to food that sounds so mouthwatering, and cool, and exotic leaving us to imagine how unique and sumptuous we ordered without thinking and ending up effing disappointed leaving us hail curses under breath.

8.    It’s not what it is. Have you ever been so lucky to catch your favourite mechado on the menu but looks like afritada and tastes like adobo? Three dishes in one order? How fortunate.

9.    It’s indeterminate. There are foods that are served too hot it burns your tongue. And your lap if you spill it. There are also foods that are served too frozen (though not needed and you did not expect it to be ) it feels your teeth are falling apart.

It just can’t be right. Those times when you find that meat in stew swimming. Or your spaghetti all but pasta and meager sauce while you are digging for the hotdogs and meatballs.

10 THINGS YOU HATE ABOUT SCHOOL

1.    Waking up early. Especially when it's freaking cold outside and all you could wish is for the night to extend so you could succumb in the warmth of your sheets. Or the booze did really get you and standing up in the moment is the last thing you would do...

2.    Running out of clothes. So your class is 7am and you woke up 6:50 and hastily get to your closet only to find out your ragged jeans is at the laundry together with all your fave stuff. Just reverse that shirt kiddo!

3.    ID misfortune. My university having no gates around its perimeter is very lax when it comes to ‘No ID No Entry’ policy. I had more than enough of this in high school though. I live 10km from school and forgetting your ID at the last minute means you better be absent. Darn!

4.    Surprise quizzes. Because you know too well how you will suck at it because you trade study with a gulp session.

5.    A greedy classmate. Those people who keep their notes to their own. Those people who do not share assignments. Those people who don’t tell there's a quiz. Geez, I could go on forever at this.

6.    Movie review. Remember those days when you walked inside the classroom and read the instruction on the board: Proceed to blah, blah, blah, watch blah, blah, blah, and pass your movie review next meeting. Like really?

7.    Lazy instructors. Those teachers who come to class late and leave early. Those who are best at giving students gazillion of reports and give no inputs. Those who only show up twice or thrice in a semester and ask you to pass assignments via email.

8.    Killer instructors. Those who are too good at their field of endeavour. Too good that you can't please them at all. And in a class of 30, only 5 will pass or worst none.

9.    Repeating the same killer professor. Not again!

110. Thesis. Here’s the deal. Group: Too many heads, too few hands. Individual: One head, two hands with self as the enemy. Enough said.

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