The Sucky Ages

She licks, she sucks

In the life that I have lived so far, and it’s not a very long one yet, I have come to the conclusion that the worst ages to be in has got to be: adolescence, 25, and 29, in order of increasing suckiness.

Imagine the time when you were just an adolescent. Personally, I had a pretty OK adolescence, which is to say that I acquired no life-threatening trauma – physical nor psychological. However, I can just imagine how a lot of youngsters of both sexes must have experienced a sucky puberty. For us boys, this was the time when we got teased endlessly about our changing voices. It was excruciatingly embarrassing to be the center of attention when amongst relatives every time a piyok comes out of my throat. It’s also the same situation with girls when they experienced changes in their bodies, and in the process, getting sexually harassed for the very first time in their lives, and this  harassment was all coming from their very own relatives at that! To add to that, we just didn’t know where to fit in – we get scolded for playing with the kids because we’re not being mature; when we try to mingle with the adults they are indignant because we had the nerve to join their group. It sucks to be an out-of-tune, out-of-proportion outcast.

Water Cooler Story

One of the most important office equipment is the water cooler. Especially in our office where the AC is like a woman experiencing PMS, throwing tantrums that turn our office into the arctic one day and then desert island the next. But most of the time it’s desert island (which I hate because I can’t make porma with my jacket ). So anyways, we have a water cooler (that also has a heater btw, but I don’t use that function often enough so I’ll just call it water cooler). We actually have four, two of which are in our area, located in rooms A and B as illustrated by the blue dots below.

Figure 1. Yes, I have free time to make crude illustrations. What’s a man to do, I was just waiting for my ride to come.

Half Empty

You know what sucks about long vacations that are fun and enjoyable? It’s the time when you return from the trip.

Say you go out of town with your closest friends, probably to Palawan to go scuba diving, then you move to Bohol for some chocolate-hilly-Tarsier fun (I have no idea what it is, but for this purpose let’s just assume that it’s an ultra-fun activity or activities of your choice involving chocolate hills and Tarsiers). After that, you go to Cebu to… I don’t know… probably see your crush and eat lots of Talisay lechon (yumyum!), then proceed to Boracay for more hedonistic activities. To digress a bit, notice that I’m partial to places in the Visayas area. That’s because I’m from Mindanao. It doesn’t explain anything but hey, this is just a digression and wordpress says that my word count is currently 212 and I gotta give you something long to read. So anyways, going back to the point, you basically go on vacation and have tons of fun.

Bactidol and Why AAISI’s Christmas Party is Fun-ner

The feedback from those who have attended both our Christmas party and that of our sister company’s has always been consistent and unanimous — that theirs is so much more fun than ours. Naturally I was intrigued by that idea and there was this one time when I finally was able to attend their party. Well, only partially, but even then it was truly fun fun fun. Yes, I had to say it 3 times.

So what makes it 3 times more fun anyways? (“More fun” because there’s really no such word as “fun-ner”) So I cooked up a list of what they have that we don’t.

Righters Black

I’m a talker but my thoughts are better when I write them. At least that’s what I’d like to think. But what I’d really like to think of myself is that I’m a thinker. Just like Rodin’s sculpture, except that I’d still have to work on my stomach so it won’t show ugly fatty folds when I do my thinking pose. Hopefully, I’ll get to finally make more public posts about my thoughts because some, and by some I mean most… most of my thoughts are best kept locked inside my… you know… thoughts.

Cheesy.

Anyways, welcome to my blog.