As SCF volunteer for our department (plus partner T), I've been doing my rounds (to solicit donations) since yesterday. This morning, our director asked me to see him so he could give his donation...
After lunch, around 2:30pm...
Me: knock! knock!
D1: Hi, R. So, has everybody given their donation?
Me: Well, not all. I'll still be going around.
D1: Good. Tell you what, I'll go down to the bank and then I'll come over to your room.
Me: Hmm...Okay then. I'll come back later and see you.
Shet! Ang labo ko!
Mga kwentong badminton, sports, kainan, road trips, kwentong chat.......at kwentong nanay na din. Basta HB!
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Friday, September 14, 2007
It was 12 June. Independence Day. After an all-morning badminton games, we headed to Persiana, an Indian restaurant along the busy Street of Pioneer, Mandaluyong. We slumped on this long table which comfortably sits 8 famished addicts (holiday na nga, pumasok pa sa opisina para maglaro ng badminton). Cler suggested the resto so we asked her for recommendations. Order here, order there. You can imagine the buzzing of the table - 7 hot ladies and a lone hunk! Talking all at the same time - hecklin', shoutin', laughin', and bitchin'! And we were all bondats!
Since we stuffed ourselves, you might think we calmed down after that. Nah ah! Everyone was hyper - every conversation was carried out in high pitch tone, full of angst! Until one of us hot blooded chick got carried away with her kwento that another chick had to check her pulse on the neck, uttering, "High blood ka ba???!!!" Everyone had a good laugh at that scene and since then "high blood ka ba?" or HB for short has been used in every opportunity. Like, EVERY opportunity. You think it ended here? Nope. In the spirit of spontaneity, one chick suddenly suggestted that we go for coffee and dessert at.......... Tagaytay City! And off we went to Tagaytay (minus the lovely couple C&M). The roadtrip was non-stop hecklin' shoutin' laughin' and bitchin' plus getting lost in Highway 41 (it refers to Exit 41 but for some reason, we call it Highway 41). Caveat: Don't you dare get lost on a road trip. You will never hear the end of it. Never.
There you go - the intro on how the blog name came to be. How about the highlights of the day? It's worth posting, too!
K had a chocolate bar as palaman for her tinapay. Seriously. Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
M was entirely glued on her PDA the whole time. Anti-Social of the Year.
The birth of Row 1, Row 2 and Row 3
Coffee and dessert at Starbucks, Tagaytay - overlooking Taal Volcano
The famous air-conditioner of the spaceship - dalawang tao lang nakinabang sa aircon pero anim ang pasahero
No sleeping during the entire trip - back and forth
And the most important lesson we learned at the end of the day: if you have a car, ensure that the car stereo is working. You don't want to get stuck in traffic with chicks with iPods.
It was 12 June. Independence Day. After an all-morning badminton games, we headed to Persiana, an Indian restaurant along the busy Street of Pioneer, Mandaluyong. We slumped on this long table which comfortably sits 8 famished addicts (holiday na nga, pumasok pa sa opisina para maglaro ng badminton). Cler suggested the resto so we asked her for recommendations. Order here, order there. You can imagine the buzzing of the table - 7 hot ladies and a lone hunk! Talking all at the same time - hecklin', shoutin', laughin', and bitchin'! And we were all bondats!
Since we stuffed ourselves, you might think we calmed down after that. Nah ah! Everyone was hyper - every conversation was carried out in high pitch tone, full of angst! Until one of us hot blooded chick got carried away with her kwento that another chick had to check her pulse on the neck, uttering, "High blood ka ba???!!!" Everyone had a good laugh at that scene and since then "high blood ka ba?" or HB for short has been used in every opportunity. Like, EVERY opportunity. You think it ended here? Nope. In the spirit of spontaneity, one chick suddenly suggestted that we go for coffee and dessert at.......... Tagaytay City! And off we went to Tagaytay (minus the lovely couple C&M). The roadtrip was non-stop hecklin' shoutin' laughin' and bitchin' plus getting lost in Highway 41 (it refers to Exit 41 but for some reason, we call it Highway 41). Caveat: Don't you dare get lost on a road trip. You will never hear the end of it. Never.
There you go - the intro on how the blog name came to be. How about the highlights of the day? It's worth posting, too!
K had a chocolate bar as palaman for her tinapay. Seriously. Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
Kailangan inuulit ang salita ng dalawang beses.
M was entirely glued on her PDA the whole time. Anti-Social of the Year.
The birth of Row 1, Row 2 and Row 3
Coffee and dessert at Starbucks, Tagaytay - overlooking Taal Volcano
The famous air-conditioner of the spaceship - dalawang tao lang nakinabang sa aircon pero anim ang pasahero
No sleeping during the entire trip - back and forth
And the most important lesson we learned at the end of the day: if you have a car, ensure that the car stereo is working. You don't want to get stuck in traffic with chicks with iPods.
Glossary
- HB = high blood
- MNO = Monday Night Out
- nag-reena = disappearing act
- VMNO = Vodka Monday Night Out
- VMONO = Vodka Monday Over Night Out
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4 comments:
parang kang yung receptionist sa west drive! seriously!
hahahaha. oo nga ano. demmet!
so did he come to your room or did you go see him to collect?
he went to our room =)
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