Thursday, September 01, 2005

Friday night last week I was attending one of my masteral classes. I had to take a bathroom break and quietly slipped out of the classroom. There are hardly any students in the school at this time of the night, and the ladies room was empty. I went inside one of the cubicles and basically, began to pee. Suddenly, I hear this beeping sound. It began with a series of soft beeps. What the? There was no one in the bathroom when I went in and I'm sure no one else went in after me. I would have heard the bathroom door open. The beeps started getting louder and faster. Oh my God! Is there a bomb in the bathroom! The beeps were getting really loud and really fast. BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP!BEEP! I have to get out of here! But I really have to pee! Damn my weak bladder! I couldn't stop peeing mid-way! I don't want to die with my pants down, much less while peeing. The beeps suddenly stopped. Am I dead? Why am I still peeing in hell? Is this my personal hell being stuck in this cubicle peeing for all eternity? The beeping then started all over again. What the what the? I finally got out of the cubicle and saw that someone had left their cellphone in the bathroom. Those crazy beeps were just the ringtone.

Thursday, August 11, 2005

Yes, I know, I haven't posted in a really long time. Right now I'm trying to finish my masters by October. This basically means that I don't have a social life, and all of my time is spend worrying on finishing my final paper instead of actually doing it. Anyway, if I am able to pass, I'll be posting again in late October.

Tuesday, June 14, 2005

Sleepy Puppy

Dead Tired

Huggy Bear


Posted by Micki

Thursday, April 14, 2005

Taking the advice of an article I read about different types of friends, I have decided to cut ties with "friends" who drain you of energy, time, money, etc... Please refer to my Wednesday, January 26, 2005 blog entry. Ever since the incident, I have cut contact with such "friends". It turned out to be harder than I thought. I have been numerous phone calls at home, work and on my cellphone every single day. I haven't answered any of these calls. Sigh. You'd think she'd get the hint after a week. I'm now on my third week of 3 to 5 phone calls a day. Can you say stalker?

Wednesday, April 13, 2005

Summer, the time when parents enroll their child for the next school year. It is also the time when all of these "calamities" seem to occur. As expected, a large number of parents who were on their way to school to enroll had wallets which were stolen, or bags that were slashed, grabbed or lost. A large number of grandparents also seem to die during this time of year, resulting in depleted funds. There also appears to be an enormous amount of house break-ins and house fires, making it impossible to be able to pay for the tuition fees. A small minority of parents, however, have enough money to leave the country. They leave behind their 4 year old child with the maid, who show up during enrollment with no money and no idea when the parents will return from their vacation. There is also an epidemic of amnesia, with parents forgetting that it is time to enroll, forgetting to bring money, and some forgetting that you need money to enroll. "What? I didn't know you had to bring money. I thought that you just had to sign up. Can I just enroll now and pay for it next time?" I think I've heard it all. There was even one mom who had a dog..., and yes, the dog ate the money.

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Official Survivor
Congratulations! You scored 72%!

Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the
right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere.
Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive.

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender:
You scored higher than 51% on survivalpoints
Link: The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test written by ci8db4uok on Ok Cupid

Saturday, February 26, 2005

February is almost over and I'll remember it as the mumps month - the month when dozens of children were sent to school with mumps despite memos and announcements not to send a sick child to school. The most common "excuse" parents gave when they were called to the office was "She/He doesn't have mumps, she/he has a toothache." The second most common was "She/He was crying because she/he really wanted to come to school. I can't stand to see her/him cry." But my favorite of all was "He doesn't have mumps! His father punched him in the face last night, that's why his face is swollen."

Sunday, February 20, 2005

One of my students has lice. Due to this development, I have temporarily suspended naptime and hugs. I've talked to her father, and his initial reaction was ignorance, followed by surprise, then denial, and finally acceptance. His response went like "Lice? What is lice?" I explain what lice is. "Really? She has lice? I didn't know! No, she doesn't have lice!" I explain that she scratches her head constantly and complains about it being so itchy. "Ok, I'll buy her some medicine."

A week later I checked her hair and she still had lice. It seems the father didn't do anything. So I asked the school doctor to write a prescription and I handed it him.

Wednesday, January 26, 2005

I had always told myself that I would never have a toxic friend, the kind of friend who seem to suck every bit of life out of you like a vampire. Well, right now, I'm eating my words.

Last week, she invited me to her birthday party, which is a few days from now. She asked me what dish could I recommend from the restaurant where my husband works. I suggested roast beef, the total cost being P3,000 for 50 people. She said ok, she would buy. The next day, she texted that her budget was only P2,000 and could I bring cake. I thought, alright, the cake would be my gift to her, and my husband would do his best to fit P2,000 in roast beef for 50 people. We were basically giving it to her at a loss. I texted back that I'll do my best with P2,000.

The next day, she texted back that she wants rice and another dish. Oh my God! P2,000 for 50 people, 2 dishes, rice and cake?!!! Why didn't she just tell me that she wanted me to pay for her damn birthday party?! I also found out that she made her party potluck, requiring the other guests to bring food. What a cheapskate!

I texted back that I could no longer "cater" for her. P2,000 just isn't enough. Add that to the fact that my husband's restaurant doesn't do outside catering, so we just don't have the equipment, manpower or transportation for such a task.

Many, many hours later, she textes that she didn't mean for me to bring another dish and rice. She was just asking what else could I recomend from the restaurant, and that all she was asking for is roast beef. Huh? So okay, all I was bringing was roast beef.

Today, she textes me again, asking me if I'm bringing pasta. What?! I text back saying that I thought she wanted roast beef, but if it's pasta she wants, I'll bring pasta instead. She just texted me a few minutes ago saying that what she wants is roast beef.

Now I'm just waiting for her next text.