fly time fly

OPAS or frisbee? Siyempre ultimate frisbee, pero dahil ang OPAS ang daan para sa regularization ko ay nandito pa ako sa office para gumawa ng appraisal dahil bukas na ang pang 6 month ko! Come to think of it parang kakaresign ko pa lang sa BPI Family Bank and now regular na ako sa Oracle or should I say hintayin ko pa yung OPAS ko..hehe. Time flies really fast and the next thing I know baka nasa ibang company na naman ako, hehe. Fly time fly, yan na lang sana mangyari para fast enough to bring me to the future but slow enough for me to enjoy my journey here.

ang tagal kong naghintay

It did't really sinked in last Thursday morning na sira na ang phone ko. Ngayon ko lang talaga na feel na wala na yung Nokia 6260 ko dahil nung time na kelangan kong tawagan si Volts ay hindi ko magawa. As usual, user friendly ako ngayon dahil nag padaan ako sa bahay para makisabay papuntang Global Guts Paintball Field. Okay lang sa akin nung tawagin ako ni Volts na user friendly kasi maraming beses ko na syang ginawang driver dahil wala naman akong sariling sasakyan at dahil on the way ang bahay namin sa kanila eh sa kanya na ako nakikisabay madalas. Almost one hour ako naghintay sa kanto namin at hindi ko na alam ang gagawin ko dahil feeling ko mali ang napag usapan namin kahapon. Baka sa office na lang nya ako dadaanan tulad ng iba kong officemates. Ayoko talaga ng uncertainty kasi parang mahihimatay na lang ako bigla sa sobrang kaba. Sa sobrang kaba ko nga ay kinapalan ko na ang muka ko para gising ang tita ko para hiramin ang extra phone nya which I should have done last night, but out of laziness and the thought that Volts keeps his words, I did not. After ko makahiram ng phone, I immediately called Liezel to ask kung nasan na sila. She knew from my voice that I was panicking and she imediately answered, papunta na si Voltz sa bahay na trapik lang. Haaay na releived ako dun kasi sa totoo lang hindi ko alam kung anong gagawin ko pag naiwan ako dahil hindi ko alam papunta dun. Buti na lang talaga mabait ang napili kong driver, kaya naman nilibre na rin namin sya ng lunch after ng paintaball...hehe

hard habit to break

Hard habit to break, break up song na parang gusto ko na ring maging theme song ko for now, sa tingin ko hindi lang ito para sa mga nag break kundi para din sa mga tao na gusto na baguhin ang mga masasamang nakagisnan nila. At yun ang gusto kong gawin ngayon, gusto ko nang i-break ang hard habit ko na pag cha-chat...hahaha.

blog dito, blog doon

Natutunan ko na mahalaga ang pagiging simple nang ma discover ko ang blog ni Batjay. Nalaman ko ang Occam's Razor at KISS (keep it simple stupid). Simple ang blog na ito kaya naman hindi mahirap basahin at intindihin kaya rin marami ako napupulot na aral tungkol sa buhay.

Isa rin sa mga natutunan ko ay kung ano dapat ang laman ng isang maayos at makabuluhang blog..hehe. Ang sabi nya dapat entertaining at kapupulutan ng information ngunit hindi naman dapat deep. Yun ang isang kong pagkakamali, gusto kong maging deep ang blog ko, hindi ko na realize na baka pati ako hindi ko maintidihan kung magiging deep ang mga post ko at malamang hindi na rin ako yung nagsusulat...hehe.

Ang purpose ko talaga bago ako mag simula ng blog eh ma practice ang aking English at maging isang taong deep...hehe. Hindi rin nangyari kasi kulang ang vocabulary ko at hirap ako sa sentence construction at isa pa kulang din ako sa mga ideas. Usually ang nangyayari nag iisip ako ng isusulat or ng translation ng nasa isip ko, ending nawawala yung idea ko..hehe.

Hindi ito ang unang blog ko, gumawa na rin ako dati dito sa blogspot kaya lang ndi ko maayos, gusto ko kasi nun maraming kung anu anu eh hindi naman ako masyado maalam sa mga links links na yan kaya nung tumagal, dinelete ko na lang yung site. Gumawa ako ng second blog sa multiply. Ayos din yun kasi madali lang i-manage ang blog dun kaya lang hindi naman ako makapagsulat ng mga rants ko kasi takot ako sa comments ng ibang tao, at conscious din ako sa pagsulat ko dahil in English ko na naman isinulat. At eto ang pangatlo kong blog na hopefully ay tumagal at ma-manage ko ng maayos.

Ang goal ko dati ay mag vent out lang ng mga rants at mga emotions na hindi ko kayang sabihin sa ibang tao, pero dahil sa Kwentong Tambay, narealize ko na mas marami pang bagay ang pwedeng isulat dito at hindi lang mga hinanakit ko sa buhay, mas maganda kung optimistic most of the time dahil syempre hindi pa rin naman maiiwasan na magsulat tungkol sa mga bagay na kinaiinisan ko na hindi ko kayang gawan ng paraan kaya isusulat ko na lang.

Be ready para sa bagong A BORED MIND, hehehe.

langit lupa (part 2)

Hindi naman umuulan ngayon pero parang part ng kahapon ang nangyari ngayong umaga. Every Thursday we go to church early in the morning. 6:00 am to 7:00 am ang pagsamba kaya naman 4:00 am ay gising na kami ni mama at ni Maika. Madalian lahat pag thursday ng umaga, pagluluto, ligo, at pagkain. May regular routine ang tyan ko pag umaga katulad ng karamihan, regular ito lalo na pag umiinom ako ng kape pagkatapos kumain ng almusal at ganun din ang ginawa ko kanina ngunit dahil sa madalian nga ang lahat ay hindi ko nagawa ang dapat gawin dahil dapat ligong bata lang, tipong kulang sa sabon at puro banlaw...hehe. Umpisa pa lang ng pagsamba nangyari na ang hindi dapat mangyari, sumasakit na ang tyan ko at hindi lang pala ako pati ang tyan ng kapatid ko! At dahil hindi nga akma ang mga pangyayari, ay matagal ang texto at huli ang upuan namin sa paglabas. Talaga naman kung kelan ka nagmamadali dun ka pinatatagal..hehe. Ang malupit kelangan namin mag unahan sa cr pag uwi sa bahay!...haha, at sa kasamaang palad ay talo ako.

langit lupa

May mga araw na parang pinagtakluban ka ng langit at lupa. At yan ang nangyari sa akin kaninang umaga pagpasok ko sa opisina. Lumabas ako ng bahay ng 7:45 am, maliwanag ang ulap pero mahangin, lahat ng dumadaan na jeep ay puno. Nakasakay ako ng 8:15 am at pag sakay ko ng jeep ay unti unting dumilim ang langit na parang nagbabadya ng malakas na ulan. Ang usual na 15 mins travel ko ay ngaing 45 mins dahil sa traffic. 9:00 am, nasa Makati Ave. na at bababa na ako. Saktong sakto na inintay ako bumaba ng jeep bago bumuhos ang malakas at malalaking patak ng ulan. Basa agad ang pantalon at likod ng blouse ko. Tumawid ako sa kabila at sumilong sa North Park, pagkatpos ko mag tupi ng pantalon para hindi naman mashado pa mabasa eh sya naman tigil ng ulan. Ang galing diba? pwede naman umulan habang nakasakay sa jeep at tumila pagbababa na ako, pero hindi binasa lang ng ulan ang laylayan ng pantalon ko na syang dahilan kung bakit lamig na lamig ako sa office.

sariling wika

Marami akong nakuhang blogsite mula kay Ella at isa na dito ang Kwentong Tambay. Matagal na itong blog na ito dahil college pa lang eh alam na ni Ella ito at meron na rin itong published na libro..hehe. Since ngayon ko lang nadiscover ang mundo ni Batjay and Jet masasabi ko na na-entertain ako at na impluwensiyahan kaya nakasulat sa tagalog ang aking post ngayon.

Aminado ako na mas madaling i-express sa sariling wika ang mga naiisip at nararamdaman kaya lang gusto ko talagang ma-develop ang pagsulat ko sa wikang banyaga. Hindi naman sa gusto kong talikuran ang sariling wika, kundi gusto ko lang talaga matuto magsulat sa wikang Ingles. Matagal ko na itong frustration...hehe

At simula ngayon ay alternate na ang pagsulat ko ng Ingles at Tagalo..sana..at magigiging mature na rin ang tema ng mga sinusulat ko at hindi puro hinanakit...sana.

Narealize ko lang, ang sarap mag sulat sa Tagalog.

a new me

This is just too much. Everytime I liked someone I always end up pushing myself too much to make things look like fate or I end up changing my usual routine. I remembered before I'm not really a texter but when I met this guy from one of our trips I started loading everyday and texting until midnight even though it makes it hard for me to wake up the next morning. This time around I find myself hanging out on the net most of the time, which I don't usually do because computers stresses my eyes and it really gives me headaches, but still I keep my YM online just to check if someone would actually pop me a message, fortunately at times someone does but this only happens if the other one is offline. Pathetic me. While really trying to ignore this unexplainable feeling, I try to write in my blog. I try to write anything that I could think of just to divert my focus although I admit that most of my posts are still about this unexplainable feeling. I want to start a new stage, chapter, level of my life (what ever you may call it). I don't want to be the one chasing anymore, this time I want to feel that I'm the one being chased and being pursued. So tomorrow will be the start of a new me. I'm not going to be tired of starting because I know someday I fill find what I'm really looking for.

i'd love to be a plain housewife

Since my mother wasn't really feeling well this morning I took the iniative to prepare our food for today. We usually only have brunch and dinner on Sundays since all of us are either in the church early morning or we woke up late. I don't really do household chores, I'm not really that type although I know how to I don't really act them out, hehehe. I grew up with helpers until 3rd yr highschool, and we were on our own by then. My mother usually does everything from cooking to doing the laundry to ironing the clothes, the only thing she doesn't do is cleaning the house because it will trigger her allergies.

I actually felt good while cooking this morning, I was thinking what kind of wife would I be. I wondered if I'd be the domesticated type...hehehe, sounds like an animal. Anyways, I been wanting to cook on Sundays since we are all at home but my mother would usually say, "wag na, ako na magluluto..", so how can I really learn how to cook and do household chores if she keeps on owning it?, but I look at it as a blessing in disguise because I admit that I'm really lazy...hehehe.

It may not be that obvious but I dream to be a plain housewife someday. I'd love to see my kids grow, accompany them to school and fetch them in the afternoon, prepare their food, teach their homeworks, cook for my husband, and the list goes on. I just realized that I'm already day dreaming....hehe

I.T.A.L.Y. (i trust and love you)

One of my cheap thrills is going to the movies and last night I watched I.T.A.L.Y. (I Trust and Love You). The movie title didn't really have a connection to the story except its location. It starred Jolina Magdangal and Dennis Trillo. I admit, I'm a "jologs" when it comes to movies. I really wanted a good laugh last night, and I was right when I chose to watch this movie. although it may seem short and there are lapses on the actors' performance it was still worth the money and time. Ruffa Mae Quinto and Eugene Domingo really nailed it. I admire their spontaneity in performing their roles. They were such good comediennes.

The story really had a good twist. From the trailers it seemed like Jolina and Dennis would end up together, and that was one of the reasons why I hesitated to watch the movie, I am a fan of Marvin-Jolina love team...hehehe. It's not a love story, although Jolina's purpose in the movie ws to find her dream guy, other sub plots were not, and that is what's good about the movie. The story was more of family and personal matters, of finding what would really bring us true happiness, and honestly I was able to connect and I realized, family will always be family.

The movie ending was really surprising because Jolina ended up with Marvin Agustin!!!! HAHAHA.... that really made my day!

wrestling addict

I didn't think I would be addicted in wrestling (facebook wrestling that is). I still remebered Voltz asking me quite a number of times to play this game, and I always say no and out of boredom I tried playing and now I found myself addicted to it to the point that I connect to the net on weekends to play wrestling, hehe. I just really wanted to write this down because I'm still waiting for my opponent's move..hehehe.

impregnable wall

IMPREGNABLE WALL. That was how my highschool teacher described me in our highschool yearbook. Most of my friends and classmates think I was a tough gal. Sure I am because I don't let boys beat me in anything back in school, I'm a fighter to almost everyone I know. I don't don't easily give up and I don't back down. I don't want people to see me cry, to see me weak, to think of me as someone they could easily run over. I'm not wordy or confrontational, I try to fight through my thoughts because I know once I open my mouth and release all those negative thoughs tears will start to roll down my eyes. You see that tough gal has a heart of a little girl.

A lot of things has been going on with me these days. I'm torn between my responsibilties with my family and my own personal problems. Being the eldest, I feel that I should look after our family but then sometimes I just feel that I am giving too much of myself for them that I tend to forget that I also need to give myself a little attention. I don't like them to always depend on me but I also don't want to make them feel that I'm leaving them behind. I just want to let them know that I also have to help myself before I could help them.

I have been very emotional these past few days because of a heart situation that I have no control with. It's even harder because I've been trying to cry and no tears are coming out! WTF? Am I already an alien? I just hope I could really put my focus into something else - not family, not lovelife, not even myself. For once I just wanna feel real peace inside. For once I don't want to be tough.

a broken heart

She has a boyfriend. She kept it to me for 7 months and we were really close. Wtf??!!! I was shocked when I heard the news, but I was not mad, I was really happy. I was even teary eyed. She called this morning and told me there was something important she had to tell me. When she spilled it out she was worried that I would get angry. But to my surprise, I didn't and I was happy, I know I was happy because again it worked for other people.

Later this day, I realized, if we were really friends and if we were really close, how come she didn't tell me? This is not how I sounded when we talked earlier this morning, I told her it doesn't matter if she didn't tell me right away when it started, what matters is that she told me. My heart was broken but what can a friend do? I could only be happy for her.

I was excited for the the Manila Spirit '08. It's an international frisbee tourney. I was eager to join. I told Gelo I would. I was even trying to find out how much should I save for the league fee. I really want to play because I wasn't able to play for the last league. I don't want to quit this one although I'm still having a hard time connecting with the people in the disc community. I still want to play frisbee.

All of a sudden a felt sad, my heart was broken when I remembered I have a flight to Palawan this November and it's the same date with the tourney. The flight was already booked and I know I couldn't back out. What's a confused brokenhearted got to do?

building up my confidence

Nyah... it's almost a week now and I haven't posted anything new. Well, it's not that there's something new about me it's just that I promise to update this blog everyday and work is keeping me from doing this...hehe. A lot of things has been running through my mind - family, work, friends, myself and I have been wanting to write all of these here but as days went by all those idea went puff! Arrrghhhh..

I have been planning to start the week right since my last week feelt so wasted and I even looked wasted. I started to tie my hair last Monday to give myself a fresher look and everything else followed. I felt prettier, lighter, I don't feel depressed although I found myself to be more quiet than the usual.

I was trying to build my confidence again and fortunately it's working, just don't pop me any messages or I'll probably be back to square one.. hehe

"It doesn't hurt to make your outside look beautiful when your insides are badly bruised..." - Break-up Diaries

a few rounds of GrandMa

It has been raining hard since the past few days due to the storm and I blame that for a gloomy day yesterday. It was raining so hard that there is no visibility when you look outside the 19th floor. I was expecting that work will also be suspended, and I was right but not for all. Those who lived far from the office was sent home at about 2pm but those who lived near tha office would have to stay, and so I did.

I was really feeling depressed yesterday and I just couldn't contain it anymore, writing it in my blog doesn't even take a single drop of melancholy. I know I had to tell someone. I know in the back of my mind if someone else in the office finds out about my-you-know-you, I'll be dead, not only did it happen to me before but also my-you-know-who has a love team in the office, whom everyone is voting for...hehe. So how am I suppose to tell someone from the office?

I was really waiting to go home yesterday but I still had to wait upto 6pm. Funny thing is when it was time to go home, I didn't want to leave the office, why? because ....hehe. I left the office at 6:30 and arrived at the house at 7:45. I was really depressed and I want someone to talked to fortunately my cousins were having a small drinking session at thier house, lucky me, a sad love story to tell and a few rounds of GrandMa, I forgot about my allergy...hehe.

I really felt light after that, I have finally told someone my heartaches and feels good even because I really felt how family supports each other. Thanks a lot dude...

my cycle

Everything is a cycle and here I am again at the beginning. It's not like something really happened, it's just that it always happen in the same way and I know from my experience that I am trying to stop something that haven't even started yet or I'm trying to kill myself by doing something that weakens me emotionally.

dead tired tuesday

My eyes are dead tired right now. All request were transferred to my queue only after lunch, and I instantly have 5 request waiting in line. It doesn't feel like tuesday. I was supposed to be watching a basketball game tonight but both of my colleagues backed out. So here I am still at the office writing my blog. I'm so tired to think of anything else to write. I just really want to update my blog. This has really been a tough day at work, not only physically but emotionally. A lot of questions has been running through my mind and I can't contain it anymore....arrrrgggghhhh....I will post it in another entry soon.

please give me one

Most of the time I find my self trying to find the answers on questions that I already know what the answer is. I try t find loopholes or reasoning to justify why I should go the other way. I have a question that has long been hanging in my mind, and no matter how I try to go the other way I don't know why I keep coming back to the right answer.

I went to church this afternoon like I usually do and funny becaus it's like the boss from up above has made His way of reiterating the answers to me...hahaha. I have been a firm believer of our religion since childhood, maybe because almost all of my relatives are also in the same religion with our family. I have always based my decisions in life with what is being taught in church and I have never regretted or questioned any of it. Although I must admit that there is one teaching that saddens me...hehe. I have to find a partner that is also in the same religion as me. The hassle is, the people I spent most of my time with are not from the same church as I do, so it's going to be hard to find someone to be my partner or my significant other...hehe. I know it's all written in the bible and all, but I just don't know how am I going to find one for me...hehe. I'm not rushing things or desperate to be in a relationship, I just feel that I'm in the right age to have one. It was said that partners in life can be asked thru prayers, so to the boss above, I pray, please let me find one!....HAHAHA

as told by ginger

I'm a fan of cartoons because it always brings out the child in me. I used to watch As told by Ginger on Nickolodeon before we had our cable services cut off. The story revolves around Ginger Foutley, a misfit 7th grader who aims to be popular in her school. With the company of her 2 girl bestfriend and a guy bestfriend they journey through high school trying to find thier own place. The story becomes more interesting with the addition of her wierd brother Carl, her hyperactive mother, and the antogonist-sidekick-of-the-most-popular-girl-in-school, Miranda.

These are just two songs from the series that I like most, simple but loaded.

My Grass is Green (Opening song by Macy Gray)

Someone once told me the grass is much greenerOn the other side...
Well I payed a visit, but it's possible I missed it.
It seemed different, yet exactly the same.
Till further notice
I'm in-between
From where I'm standing
My grass is green.
Someone one told me the grass is much greener...On the other side...

Splinter in my Heart

It's kind of sad really
Guess I'm the sort who'll linger
When the credits roll
I still can't leave a picture
The picture I holdIn my heart

It makes me mad really
Wish I could blame a twister
Or a hurricane, Or my pesky sister
Wish I could blame away this feelingIn my heart
There's reasons left to fight
There's you to kiss good night
Hold on… Hold on tight

It makes me mad really
Wish I could blame a twister
Or a hurricane, Or my pesky sister
Wish I could blame away this feelingIn my heart

on moving and getting stucked

Although I wanted to move someday to may own place, I am not really a fan of moving. I remember back in elementary and high school, we used to change our seating arrangement every quarter, while in college we have to transfer to different seating arrangement depending on the professor. When I started working in a bank, we have this thing called "rigodon", wherein every month we have to transfer to a new cubicle, and what's worse is that we also move out our computers, which is by the way, desktop computers, arrggghh. The only thrill in this moving tradition is the chance of seating next to my crush or my friends and nothing else.

Today I have moved into my new cubicle and this will be my permanent position. This time it was a sigh of relief. I have my own table, own phone, own cabinet, and my own personal space. I didn't understand how I felt. I can't choose who my seatmate or cubiclemate would be and it saddens me to be in a different cubicle with the person I'm mostly comfortable with.

This is why I have never been a fan of moving, why can't I just stay where I am, but then again, if I did, then I would be stucked and nobody wants to be stucked.

pretensions

She pretended not to care. She pretended not to look as much as possible. But you could see it in her eyes that it was all that she cared about. You can see her using her peripheral vision to sight the you-know-who to the piont that her eyeballs could reach the back of her head. HAHAHA. She's feeling light, and in a happy mood although she tries to mask it with a plain face just to not let her colleagues notice the smile in her face. And with all this pretensions she knows its just making it harder to bear...

emotions

She builds her own world with a headset, songs and a keyboard. The headset is like a wall that isolates her from the world. Songs are her emotions. The keyboard is a breathing machine, this is where her emotions flow. In this little world she created she could be anyone, a critic, a creative writer, and most specially herself. This is where she goes when she herself can't understand what's going on inside her.

She's hurt or maybe not, not the right word but maybe close enough. She has been waiting for so long and everytime something came up she finds herself confused and undecided. She finds her self not in a bliss but in a dilemna. There is always something, more often there's someone in the middle.

She doesn't know where it started. Conversations, little acts of kindness, she doesn't know. She just found herself falling or rather hanging...

she

She knows herself well, and during these moments that she acts awkward towards a certain person, she knows she's got it again, she's got that feeling again. She can be sweet if she wants to but she's too conscious about things. She gives meaning to each and every detail of thier conversation, thier interaction, and his interaction with other people. She becomes jealous for no reason at all, and tells herself she's ok, even if the whole world knows that she's not. She keeps her feelings to herself and her little self made world. She's afraid to share. No, she's not selfish, she's just passive, trying not to complicate her world. She always has second thoughts and her choices are mostly for the sake of her family and never for herself. She's struggling, sometimes she's thingking of breaking the rules and following her heart but deep inside she knows that won't even make her any happier. ..

knowing where to tap

EVER heard the story of the giant ship engine that failed? The ship’s owners tried one expert after another, but none of them could figure but how to fix the engine.

Then they brought in an old man who had been fixing ships since he was a youngster. He carried a large bag of tools with him, and when he arrived, he immediately went to work. He inspected the engine very carefully, top to bottom.

Two of the ship’s owners were there, watching this man, hoping he would know what to do. After looking things over, the old man reached into his bag and pulled out a small hammer.

He gently tapped something. Instantly, the engine lurched into life. He carefully put his hammer away. The engine was fixed! A week later, the owners received a bill from the old man for ten thousand dollars.

"What?!" the owners exclaimed. "He hardly did anything!" So they wrote the old man a note saying, "Please send us an itemized bill." The man sent a bill that read: Tapping with a hammer .... $ 2.00. Knowing where to tap ....$ 9998.00.

Lesson: Effort is important, but knowing WHERE to make an effort in your life makes all the difference!

-Manila Bulletin, By Fr. Bel R. San Luis, SVD

a legendary concert

AUGUST 30, 2008

THE FORT OPEN GROUNDS

ERASERHEADS REUNION CONCERT

The legendary concert of all.

I wasn't there. I wasn't even a hardcore fan of this band. But I was one of the people touched by thier songs. I didn't have a single Eheads tape or cd, I only borrow from friends. But I believed this was the greatest band of all. Their songs were simple but loaded with words that reach the heart and relates to everyone from the poorest to the richest man. It's unfortunate the concert was cut short due to Ely Buendia's condition. Nonetheless I believed the people who were able to watch the much awaited concert were the luckiest and happiest and saddest people at that moment. Lucky to have to those ticket and to watch the band play in awe. Happy to hear all those old songs from their favorite band with all the original members. Sad because it has to be cut short and unfortunately because a member has to be rushed to the hospital. Sad because nobody is sure if that was the last time they would see the band play together again after years of being disbanded...

what's a tukli?

I stumbled upon Chico's blogsite and read previous top 10 from the morning rush. I wanted to laugh out loud but that would make me look crazy. HAHAHA... This one line really made me laugh without a sound... HAHAHA

-From the gameshow “The Weakest Link”. Host Edu Manzano asked: “Anong ‘T’ ang ibinibigay ng konduktor pag nagbayad ka ng pamasahe sa bus?” Ian Veneracion answered: “TUKLI!”

I have to start practicing how to laugh without a sound...hehe

unwanted smile

Familiar smile and she doesn't like it. She knows this feeling, although she's been looking forward to see herself smile this way again, she'd rather not. Again, this is nothing and nothing and nothing more. She doesn't want to assume and doesn't want to know where this smile comes from. Because this smile in the long run might be the reason for the sadness in her eyes. Coward as she always is, afraid of something that hasn't even happened yet.

when there's smoke there's fire

Unfortunately this title is not true. Why? Because in our office comfort room, when there is smoke there's poop! I cannot contain this and I just have to let this out. I feel like I want to be swallowed by the earth and be long gone. It has never been okay for me to do nature's call in public restroom. I feel awkward seeing other people and knowing that they know it was you who pooped. Our office comfort room has matchboxes, alcohol, scratch papers, dipper, tissue, and soap inside each cubicle, I repeat "each cubicle". This has given everyone comfort if they need to do thier thing, but not me, I still feel like I want to be swallowed by the earth.

I actually do this regularly in the morning in the comfort of our own bathroom. I did not forget to do that today, so why the hell is my stomach grumbling after lunch? I did not eat anything unusual today. Arrrgghhhh... I don't like to do my thing in the office! But my stomach didn't cooperate. So off to the comfort room I went. I brushed my teeth as long as I can hoping all the people would be out of the cr soon. But I was wrong, after I brushed my teeth I still had to wait until there's a vacant cubicle. I was so conscious about people smelling my thing and I think I overburned the paper that Manang had to go inside the cr and ask who was burning paper? Waaaaaahhhh.... I couldn't get oout of the cubicle, I don't know what to do and I was about to flush my self in the toilet...hahahaha. Manang said the the smell of the burning paper reached the reception area, WTF???!!!!

I bet trying to be discreet wasn't so right after all...HAHAHA