On My Way Back Home
For me to get back home, it will be either I have to hop on three different jeeps. Jeeps in Angeles City could be really confusing especially if it’s your first time to take a public vehicle there even though they are color-coded (e.g. If you are in SM City Clark and you want to go to the City Proper, hop on to a blue jeep). Or I have to ride a tricycle and one jeepney.
I prefer the latter option because with that, I can get home earlier. Traffic in Angeles City, especially in the City Proper is terrible!
I spend thirty pesos just to get back home. Pretty expensive, eh?
On the jeepney ride back home today, we (that’s I and some of my blockmates) were talking about our latest topic in Ethics… family planning. Our voices were a little bit louder than usual, but I didn’t notice if the other passengers were looking at us. You know, we were talking about various methods of contraception. And what we’re discussing is like crackers, everybody likes talking about it. So it was a bit strange that nobody was looking at us.
Christian: Alam mo ba na puwedeng tawaging prophylactic1 ang condom? (Did you know that you can call a condom as prophylactic?)
Digi: Talaga? (Really?)
Ruiz: Ay, gusto ko ng ganun. Matagal na akong hindi nakakatikim ng ganun! (Hey, I like that. I haven’t tasted that for a while).
Christian: *shocked, eyes are bulging* ANO? (WHAT?)
Ruiz: Ang sabi ko, gusto ko ng Tofi Luk. (I said that I want a Tofi Luk.)
Christian: Ah, prophylactic or condom ang pinag-uusapan namin at hindi Tofi Luk. (Ah, we were talking about prophylactic or condom and not Tofi Luk.)
That conversation was really crazy. I thought my friend was missing the taste of a condom. Haha. But it turned out that he misheard me and thought that what I said was Tofi Luk (it’s a chocolate bar, by the way for those who don’t know it) instead of Prophylactic.
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I’m back at home, in our kitchen, surfing the internet. Roar. I really hate this. If you’ve been following me on Twitter, you might have noticed my complaints about my loss of privacy.
Recently, our phone line was busted. It looks like those people who fixed our gate had cut our phone line accidentally. My father reported it, and it took PLDT’s linemen two or three days before they got here. They said that they can’t do nothing with our phone line (Eek! Excuse me? You can’t? Why? You are incompetent, right?) so they created a new line.
And now, since we can’t use the old line, I have to go downstairs in our kitchen, where they put the new line just surf the internet. I hate it because I don’t have any privacy. My siblings could see what sites do I visit. And my parents are complaining why I am using my notebook, Snidget, for hours in just a single day and my father is asking my what sites do I visit. On the other hand, my mother has been asking me if I still study because I use my laptop excessively.
I badly want our old line fixed. What’s more is that I can feel my back aching because I don’t have a backrest here in our kitchen. It’s really uncomfortable!
