Muntinlupa Memories
"Why didn't he let me sleep with my tita in Ayala Alabang?"
This was the question echoing over and over again as I was riding the jeep going to sucat. Those words echoed for almost over 2 hours, for alas, the poor jeep and its four occupants were stuck in the horrible traffick.
It was my first time commuting to Muntinlupa, I've never commuted that far before on my own. I was there for a project on developing a handbook of streamlined business processes for local government units (LGUs). I stayed there for four days; Tuesday to Thursday and on Monday the following week.
The commuting wasn't so bad after a couple of days, what was worse was the annoying, high-pitched, "feeling-ko- closeted-gay-pero-in-denial", Business and Permits Licensing Officer, Mr.Edgar Marinas - Egay (Ano kamo? Eh-GAY?) for short.
This guy was purely creepy, he was fat, dark, did I mention that squeaky voice? He could have been nice and pleasant but I soon discovered his touchy-feely hands gave him away. He kept touching my hand and in one instance when I was asking for a document, he grabbed and held my outstreched hand for like more than ten seconds! He also sat so close to me, (so that maybe I can get turned on by his body heat) on the couch. I may be mean, but he really scared me. If he didn't do those touchy-suggestive things with his hands, I may have not thought ill of him. To top things, he sent me sexually explicit text stating that "...love is proven in bed" I mean, why would a man I barely know would send me daring messages like that? I would only mean that our Egay is really plain -Gay!
What annoyed me was how he seemingly tried to manipulate our FGD results by: first, inviting people he has been acquainted with before, I wouldn't be surprised if he used the same people in other FGDs in their municipality to fool other researchers about their BPLS (business practices and licensing systems); second, he actually stayed for the whole duration of the FGD, and the participants knew him, his mere presence affected the answers of the participants; third, he even had the f*cking nerve to bring in inspectors,people from his department to help the participants answer our questionnaires!!! EEEEE-gay also served as the secretary of another group and also provided answers to the participants! AGGHIEEE!!
I even subtly tried to make him leave the hall by instructing participants 'not to pay attention' to the fat swine - this was meant to be his cue to leave. The stupid ass knew I wanted him to leave because he himself joked about leaving and still stayed -joke only ba?
My overall experience with Muntinlupa City Hall would have been pleasant if it wasn't for Mr. Marinas' oddities and insensitivity, but come to think of it, he treated us well and provided the data we required. It seemed that my irration of him was the major staying factor in my head.
I am now writing my report for tomorrow! gasp! I havn't started a damn thing yet, might as well stop bloggin and start writing for real! Until then non-existent readers! (mic as of now has no friends yet :( )
This was the question echoing over and over again as I was riding the jeep going to sucat. Those words echoed for almost over 2 hours, for alas, the poor jeep and its four occupants were stuck in the horrible traffick.
It was my first time commuting to Muntinlupa, I've never commuted that far before on my own. I was there for a project on developing a handbook of streamlined business processes for local government units (LGUs). I stayed there for four days; Tuesday to Thursday and on Monday the following week.
The commuting wasn't so bad after a couple of days, what was worse was the annoying, high-pitched, "feeling-ko- closeted-gay-pero-in-denial", Business and Permits Licensing Officer, Mr.Edgar Marinas - Egay (Ano kamo? Eh-GAY?) for short.
This guy was purely creepy, he was fat, dark, did I mention that squeaky voice? He could have been nice and pleasant but I soon discovered his touchy-feely hands gave him away. He kept touching my hand and in one instance when I was asking for a document, he grabbed and held my outstreched hand for like more than ten seconds! He also sat so close to me, (so that maybe I can get turned on by his body heat) on the couch. I may be mean, but he really scared me. If he didn't do those touchy-suggestive things with his hands, I may have not thought ill of him. To top things, he sent me sexually explicit text stating that "...love is proven in bed" I mean, why would a man I barely know would send me daring messages like that? I would only mean that our Egay is really plain -Gay!
What annoyed me was how he seemingly tried to manipulate our FGD results by: first, inviting people he has been acquainted with before, I wouldn't be surprised if he used the same people in other FGDs in their municipality to fool other researchers about their BPLS (business practices and licensing systems); second, he actually stayed for the whole duration of the FGD, and the participants knew him, his mere presence affected the answers of the participants; third, he even had the f*cking nerve to bring in inspectors,people from his department to help the participants answer our questionnaires!!! EEEEE-gay also served as the secretary of another group and also provided answers to the participants! AGGHIEEE!!
I even subtly tried to make him leave the hall by instructing participants 'not to pay attention' to the fat swine - this was meant to be his cue to leave. The stupid ass knew I wanted him to leave because he himself joked about leaving and still stayed -joke only ba?
My overall experience with Muntinlupa City Hall would have been pleasant if it wasn't for Mr. Marinas' oddities and insensitivity, but come to think of it, he treated us well and provided the data we required. It seemed that my irration of him was the major staying factor in my head.
I am now writing my report for tomorrow! gasp! I havn't started a damn thing yet, might as well stop bloggin and start writing for real! Until then non-existent readers! (mic as of now has no friends yet :( )