Not About a Bus Ride

You know, people always tell me that it sucks to live in Cubao for a number of reasons. Living in Cubao my whole life, I can honestly say that things aren’t really that bad. But if you still want to rub that issue on my face, let me quote a friend in saying…

“Lahat ng mga taga-Cubao, marunong sumakay kahit ibabaw o ilalim. And I’m not just talking about taking a bus ride.”

That line can be interpreted in so many ways. But in any case, it still sounds good.

Remote Controlled Salvation

I predicted wrong – and thank god that I did.

The city had been saved from what was dubbed a “super typhoon” 48 hours ago. After some shut-eye, I would probably be hitting the streets and sparing myself from having to lock myself in the house for another day. Can you believe I even took a day off to save myself from having to deal with rough weather? Looking out through the window now, I wish I went to work last night.

I could have traded in that one-day leave for something better. Staying at home all day isn’t my idea of what a vacation should be.

Soak up the Sun

I’m just taking this opportunity to soak up on the internet before power goes out. Yes, I predict blackouts occurring during the course of yet another super typhoon. Like we need more flooding.

In preparation, I have already withdrawn enough money to last the weekend. I’ve checked the refrigerator to see if we’ve got enough supplies. If there’s anything I’ve learned last week, preparation is the key. With that and a whole lot of luck, we should do just fine.

Fortunately, the contour of the land is in our favor. However, those living two blocks down the road are in for a hell of a weekend.

City Wipeout

Before anything else, I just have to say that I finally was able to watch the season premieres of House, How I Met Your Mother, and Community and they all met my expectations (if not surpassed). Community would be a great addition to the list of series I look forward to watching every week.

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The storm had passed and, as expected, it left many people stranded and homeless. My best friend suffered a cruel fate as such. He lives in Cainta – and anyone who’s been glued to the news would know just how bad things are down there. He lost his home and everything in it. And when I say lost his home, I mean he LOST his home – I’ve been there a lot of times and I know the foundation wouldn’t be able to take such damage.

I just got home from my other friend’s home where my best friend had decided to stay until Marikina is passable again. Since there’s nothing we could do about it anymore, we decided to hit the bar and drink. My best friend believes alcohol can solve everything. And if he says drinking would make him feel better, who are we decline? I couldn’t think of a reason to go home knowing he doesn’t have a home to retreat to.

And so the drinking ensued. And like the idiots that we are, we made fun of the whole thing. I have a stupid way of expressing grief. Good thing they’ve known me long enough to know better.

Hello, Beach.

Thanks to my client’s Intranet system “crashing” on me yet again, I get to slack off take some time off to tell what happened during the last two weeks.

Two Saturdays ago, I was invited to check out this band called Franco (which happens to be performing at Cubao X that weekend). Curious as to what Urbandub, Parokya ni Edgar and Queso would be like together (Franco is composed of members from all three bands or so I was told), I accepted the invitation.

I arrived late and wasn’t able to see the band play. Good thing Radioactive Sago Project was there to save my day. After meeting some friends and got introduced to a whole bunch of new faces, I ended up getting drunk among other things.

I sorta blanked out and next thing I new I was at KFC with a two-piece chicken meal in front of me. Yes, THAT wasted.