Thursday Night's Happening
I’m sitting here, finishing off my apple sauce when I’ve just had dinner (yes, we get apple sauce here too, Julian, you American!), trying to recall what’s happened during the past few days. I will get fatter from all this apple sauce and I don’t care, even if it’s not that phenomenal. Okay, maybe it is.
- Marketing defense last Thursday night; we had to defend our product in front of a panel of judges in corporate business attire. Now I’m not one to wear closed shoes or anything, because I always prefer dressing down in flip flops and jeans. Anyway, the story of it is that the skin at the back of my heel peeled off (yes, it looked very gross, you don’t have to ask) because I was trying to break in my new “corporate” shoes. Oh the things I do for my Marketing subject; it literally almost crippled me.
- Our product was a fruity alcoholic mix. We fermented the fruit-flavored beer, and then added a certain amount of gin to it. That day was first time I tried it; it tasted so good and smooth, I just had to take more than several sips. Of course, being myself, it was only when the fucking alcohol was kicking in that I realized “OH SHIT, WE STILL HAVE OUR DEFENSE TO GO THROUGH.” I entered the room a bit tipsy (I wanted to sleep, I had a headache, and my tongue was working way faster than my brain) and all the while I was chanting, “Please don’t do anything stupid, please don’t do anything stupid, please don’t do anything STUPID!”
I did not puke, or sway, or dance the Macarena.
I did not take my shirt off and flash the judges (although one was really hunky, I could have pretended to be drunk and flashed him. HAHAHARENEEYOUSTUPIDASSHAHA).
I did not do or say anything incriminating, because I said as little as possible. I did talk and click the slides as fast as possible, and that was pretty much the worst thing I did. Yaaaaaay! I can totally handle my alcohol and will probably beat anybody in beer chugging fests. Yep.
Or not.
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After the whole thing I rode the jeep going home. It’s not really safe to go home alone in public transportation, as a woman, during that hour; but no one could really fetch me when I tried calling everyone. So I got inside the jeep, and there were a bunch of Koreans who boarded the jeep with me (three girls and a guy). One of the girls pushed me off so that she could get the space of my seat…
I watch the Arirang channel sometimes, and I’ve never noticed it before, but Koreans always talk like they’re complaining about something, you know? It’s that tone of voice you specifically use while pouting your lips and acting all bratty, YES, that’s how they sound like. So anyway, I pretty much understood their conversation (it came as a surprise that I understood Korean, really. Now I can finally say I am trilingual!)
Here is how I translated their conversation:
Girl 1: whine whine whine whine *chuckle chuckle* whine
Girl 2: whine! Whine whine whine… whine whine whiiine!
Girl 3: whine whine whine whine whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine ?
Korean Boy: *burp*
After hearing their tête-à-tête, I certainly felt safer. I mean, if there were thugs lurking around the jeepney, they’d be sure to target “them foreigners” first before they do me. One, because they have more money than I do. And two, just because the four of them sounded annoying as hell.
And if ever the thugs look at me first and point their weapons at me, I’ll point to the Koreans and tell them in Tagalog, “Hey, those people are complaining that our taxes are too low and poor people should not have sex at all… why don’t you MUG THEM?”
‘Course, the muggers will get pissed, because they already hate our president for raising the taxes, and they also like having sex, even without proper housing. Call me racist and politically incorrect (everyone is nowadays), but all I can say is…
Go, me! Nobody likes whiners.
- Marketing defense last Thursday night; we had to defend our product in front of a panel of judges in corporate business attire. Now I’m not one to wear closed shoes or anything, because I always prefer dressing down in flip flops and jeans. Anyway, the story of it is that the skin at the back of my heel peeled off (yes, it looked very gross, you don’t have to ask) because I was trying to break in my new “corporate” shoes. Oh the things I do for my Marketing subject; it literally almost crippled me.
- Our product was a fruity alcoholic mix. We fermented the fruit-flavored beer, and then added a certain amount of gin to it. That day was first time I tried it; it tasted so good and smooth, I just had to take more than several sips. Of course, being myself, it was only when the fucking alcohol was kicking in that I realized “OH SHIT, WE STILL HAVE OUR DEFENSE TO GO THROUGH.” I entered the room a bit tipsy (I wanted to sleep, I had a headache, and my tongue was working way faster than my brain) and all the while I was chanting, “Please don’t do anything stupid, please don’t do anything stupid, please don’t do anything STUPID!”
I did not puke, or sway, or dance the Macarena.
I did not take my shirt off and flash the judges (although one was really hunky, I could have pretended to be drunk and flashed him. HAHAHARENEEYOUSTUPIDASSHAHA).
I did not do or say anything incriminating, because I said as little as possible. I did talk and click the slides as fast as possible, and that was pretty much the worst thing I did. Yaaaaaay! I can totally handle my alcohol and will probably beat anybody in beer chugging fests. Yep.
Or not.
----
After the whole thing I rode the jeep going home. It’s not really safe to go home alone in public transportation, as a woman, during that hour; but no one could really fetch me when I tried calling everyone. So I got inside the jeep, and there were a bunch of Koreans who boarded the jeep with me (three girls and a guy). One of the girls pushed me off so that she could get the space of my seat…
I watch the Arirang channel sometimes, and I’ve never noticed it before, but Koreans always talk like they’re complaining about something, you know? It’s that tone of voice you specifically use while pouting your lips and acting all bratty, YES, that’s how they sound like. So anyway, I pretty much understood their conversation (it came as a surprise that I understood Korean, really. Now I can finally say I am trilingual!)
Here is how I translated their conversation:
Girl 1: whine whine whine whine *chuckle chuckle* whine
Girl 2: whine! Whine whine whine… whine whine whiiine!
Girl 3: whine whine whine whine whiiiiiiiiiiiiiine ?
Korean Boy: *burp*
After hearing their tête-à-tête, I certainly felt safer. I mean, if there were thugs lurking around the jeepney, they’d be sure to target “them foreigners” first before they do me. One, because they have more money than I do. And two, just because the four of them sounded annoying as hell.
And if ever the thugs look at me first and point their weapons at me, I’ll point to the Koreans and tell them in Tagalog, “Hey, those people are complaining that our taxes are too low and poor people should not have sex at all… why don’t you MUG THEM?”
‘Course, the muggers will get pissed, because they already hate our president for raising the taxes, and they also like having sex, even without proper housing. Call me racist and politically incorrect (everyone is nowadays), but all I can say is…
Go, me! Nobody likes whiners.