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07B and too-short pants

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A week ago I had a laundry crisis. All my nice pants were still drying since the rains during that time were making them impossible to dry off quickly. I didn’t want to wear shorts because I was going off to “work” at Guadalupe.

Unfortunately, the best pair that I had left was this old gray hand-me-down from my sister. The cut itself was okay, it was unisex, but the dimensions were different, so the pant legs were too short. Since I had no choice, I wore them and took the 07B to Jolibee Guadalupe.

something like this...

On my way there, I was worried that the pants might be too noticeably short and I would look like an idiot. More than I already do. My socks might start to glitter and I’d have to moonwalk to the tune of Billie Jean. It kept bugging me until I noticed the guy I was sitting beside with.

He was wearing his nursing uniform, and he was pretty buff and tough looking. The effect was only ruined by his wee little pants. He was wearing the same length of pants as I am. That made me grin like an idiot to myself for a minute of so.


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October 26, 2011 at 1:13 am

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Last Tuesday I had this rather amusing experience while riding a jeep.

So I was sitting there, riding the 06H from Guadalupe to Ayala when I noticed that the driver was slightly deaf. There was no conductor so people had to tell the guy repeatedly where they were going and how many seats did they pay for. As in asa munaog, pila’y plitihan. It was a source of minor annoyance to the passengers and they were smiling sardonically and making eye contact to each other in that universal “jeez, can you believe this [insert unspecified service provider]?” look that people give each other when they’re being served poorly at queues, or in this case, riding a bad jeep.

Sometime while we were at the bridge near capitol, one particular guy from the end of the jeep (near the “doorway”) gave his fare to the driver and told him where he was going.

let's say it was this guy

It was a 20 so the driver had to give the change. Of course, the driver missed what the guy said, so later as we were at Cebu Doc already, the driver asked pila’y ipliti¬†for the 20 and where it was going. The guy, nga utro sad wa gabantay, had his earphones on and was staring aimlessly at the windows so he didn’t hear the question.

something like this, but with a crowded jeep

It was really bothering me too because every so often, the driver would ask the question again and he still didn’t take notice. I was kind of midway between the two of them, so after the umpteenth repitition by the driver – and we were already at Escario Church at this point – I decided to intervene. I told the guy “Ang baynti daw“.

And the guy heard me. He took off his earphones. I seem to recall that I said “Ang baynti daw” again. Disturbed from his thoughts and distracted for a second, his only reply was…

“Uh. Oo. Akoa na.”


Unya kung imo na? Instead of telling the driver where he wanted to be dropped off and that the fare was only for one person, why not just tell him that the 20 is yours?

So my eyes went wide for a bit. I had to turn and face the other direction to hide my evil laugh.

Luckily, the driver asked again and the guy told him he was dropping off at Golden Peak, so I didn’t have to worry for too long about him seeing me laughing. :P

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October 20, 2011 at 4:09 pm

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October 16, 2011 at 6:38 am

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