Bad Day! Bad Trip!

What a wonderful morning, how delightful it is to know that after you take a bath at 6 o' clock you get to acknowledge the fact that you left the door closed and the key is inside your room. So that you cannot get inside and have to wait outside, hoping that your landlady arrives on time.

But NO! She didn't arrive. So you have to wait a lot more to figure out what you are going to do with your short petty life outside your newly-rented room.

You asked for help. Then help came, hammered the door-knob so hard that it now looks twisted and crumpled. You are late for work. You are late for work. So you hailed for a taxi and when you got inside, something tells you that you left your WALLET! in the room.

I mean, can this day become any 'more' worst?

Get Away! Lalala...

I have a new task today. And this task is something that I do very often in college - editing/proofreading. But no! This is no fun! There is no way in the world, even if it becomes stupidly insane, that a task like this would likely become adorable or wantable if you are proofreading a geologic/well geology log. Makamatay ang ka-boring! Makamatay! Aaahhh!

Sakita sa ulo!!! Aaaahhhhh!

But I have to endure this task of mine, though this one doesn't really require too much brains. No, really it doesn't. It only requires patience, and patience, and patience.

2.30PM. This is frustrating. I can hardly continue doing this.

4 PM. This is nuts! I'm so sleepy I wanna grab my bag and sleep over it.

4.20 PM. I need to wait until 5 PM. Go home time!

Amma Sorry!

Yesterday was Sunday. And I feel really bad until now about not being able to go to church. I went there actually, to the church, but only to find out that there was no service! or maybe they rented another venue on that specific Sunday because it was holy week.

I feel really really bad right now. Apart from the primary reason that it was holy week, I also wanted to hear a good word from the pastor because I failed to be on time the other Sunday.

So now, I'm carrying the burden of failing to attend church!

Destiny Church in UP Dilliman

I went to the church this afternoon. I mean, I didn't really entirely attended the whole thing because I was late. I'm always late, at all things, most of the time. And being late is something that has become a trademark, a part of my system.

The church is called Destiny. It is a church in UP (They are renting the entire UP theater every Sunday!). I have been there last year when I was still reviewing for the board exam. Then later on, when I started working, I didn't come back anymore since I was assigned to different places.

Not until now that I got a second job and got me an office here in Metro Manila. The place, if I could remember it clearly a year ago, was always fully-packed. Youth were storming in.

They have this pastor, his name is Karlo, what an awesome preacher. Wow! The first time I heard him preaching, I believed in him. All the things he said. He was marvelous. He had this gift that when he spoke, everyone listened. He would do frequent actions and leisurely make walks around the theater stage. He is one of the great pastors I've heard. :)

The 41st Floor!

Yesterday was my second first day here in the Head Office. I just got off from a  month-long field work in southern Negros island. I got dark and have gotten used to not taking a bath for like, four to five days, (and my tolerance to not taking a bath has grown particularly longer than when I was still in college.)

Since Kuya Farell and Madeline were not around, (they haven't gotten off from their base-off yet) I had to figure out my way to the head office all by myself. From where I am renting a room right now, that is Krus Na Ligas, I would take a tricycle to PHILCOA. Then take a jeepney to TRINOMA/SM North Edsa. Then take a free ride from the company shuttle service that drives you to the office here at Ortigas Center.

I am using the issued laptop and the internet, of which I am sure being monitored by some IT personnel against anyone who use the internet for personal amusement (like me!), here in my cubicle. Crossing my fingers I don't get caught! Hahaha!

By the way, I'm at the 41st floor of that building!