Monthly Archive for August, 2007

Foot in Mouth Disease

A colleague and I were going back to the office after spending a hellish morning at Quezon City Hall. Naturally, our conversation topic was about local government units. She was a sweet old lady that everybody liked. But since our responsibilities at work don’t always intersect, I really didn’t know all that much about her.

“Makati’s City Hall is a lot better than Quezon City’s. Have you been there?” she asked me.

“Really? I don’t think so,” I replied.

“Oh it’s really nice. The lines are much shorter. It’s not as hot. And they even have an elevator.”

“Cool. Hey, how do you know? Do you live in Makati?”

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Desperate Car

My buddy (the same dude who directed these music videos) works at an ad agency and is asking me to pimp the new TV Ad they just finished. He wants to generate as much exposure for this ad as possible so feel free to pass it around.

[LATE BREAKING NEWS]:

Previously unknown to me, another friend of mine was the cinematographer of that commercial. He just messaged me this morning to inform me. His name is Bahaghari, and he’s an awesome photographer turned cinematographer I used to work with. Here’s a link to his behind the scenes shots.

How Throwing a Tantrum got me out of a Ticket

The MMDA Officer waved at me to pull over just as I was about to turn left on the intersection of Ayala and EDSA.

What now I asked myself as the grossly overweight, so-called enforcer of the law lumbered up to my window.

“What’s the problem officer?” I asked.

“Sir, you committed a traffic violation,” said the officer helpfully. He towered over the mini-SUV I was driving, and he spoke with a raspy gutteral voice which he uses to mumble his words. Trying to understand what he says is not unlike divining meaning from the growling of the neighbor’s ill-tempered dog.

“What?!” I said as I made an effort to sit as closer as to hear him better.

“Sir, you committed a traffic violation,” he said in his mumble-speak. “You were driving in the yellow lane and then you swerved out of the yellow lane when you saw me.”

“But I’m about to turn left on this corner,” I tried to explain to him. “I understand that you can enter the yellow lane if you’re going to turn left in this corner. Also, I was avoiding this heavy thing blocking my path so I had to swerve out again.” I decided not to mention the fact that he was the heavy thing blocking my path.

“But sir, you got into the lane too soon. You can’t do that,” he replied while spraying me with some of his spittle. He then pointed to the spot where I should have entered the yellow lane.

“If I were to enter at that point, I’d be swerving! The reason why I entered the yellow lane in the first place was because I didn’t want to swerve!” I explained, irritation creeping into my voice.

“But that’s where you’re supposed to turn,” he slobbered.

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