the dull er, doll haus...
the shapely pool
our room's front view and a giant itching to chow down some meaty humans...________________________________________________
i don't how and where to begin...
should i talk about our company's team building seminar slash excursion or, the forgettable two and half days of computer gaming misadventure slash discovery slash national geographic slash reality tv channel mumbo jumbo channel surfing???
this is gonna be a lousy tale, i know...
to begin my off-topic powwow (cos believe me, i wont have any straight-up, eye catching, attention grabbing, stories to tell) today, we'll talk about the moon and the stars...
heh! aren't you bored yet?
really, i was browsing thru a lot of blogs lately and come up with an ironclad conclusion: gross, sex, profanity and crap - sells. well, there are heartwarming stories of people, yes... and the how to's were cool too. the tech·ie's stuff - great for the nerdie's.
guess i'm just hanging on the other side (ok, wrong then) of the fence that much, huh? maybe. but i'm really tempted to test my inconclusive findings (thought ironclad conclusion??): create another blog, talk about sex and violence, filthy stuffs, be abusively vulgar, show some really graphic video's (use your imagination).... whatchathink, dawg?
nah.can't swallow no shit like that, compadre!
________________________________________________
back to our company seminar slash excursion. the place is cool. 80km away from civilization (val told me so), 1km away more from the gates to the kingdom. the structure where me and the rest of the peps are holed up, looked like, felt like and, smelt like a doll house. now, all we need are some barbie dolls and some g.i. joes to complete the settings. i'd love to whack those pretty little barbie dolls to pieces... sorry biatch!
chronicling the whole affair would be tedious as it was a ho-hummer... well, for the most part of it. in fairness, the beach was nice. there were some white sands, yeah....near the shore line. a few meters further and it feels like you just step on some shit... oh, there's kayak too. june and elle, the company's "most eligible bachelorettes," were really good at kayak. they couldn't stop at it. they said, "it's good for our chest." wonder why's that. some naughty guys would ask them, "kita nasay mag kayak na" or "mag kayak ta!" or "kami nasay mag kayak beh." whatever that means.
but, no matter how far you'd swim your lungs out, it's almost always low water out there. bummer! didn't i mention there was a pool? well, that's because it's not worth mentioning anyway. with its very tiny, stupidly shaped, with a plastic slide for kids only features - more ho-hummers....
the beer... oh the beer... where's the goddam beer, marichelle?? helloww!! we're done with our task, you know. the fiercely fought competition(s) we have to endure for that day alone... damn, we're tired and we wanna have fun and start early! where's our drink ey? jagger, the unexpected cracker (that's his monicker, by the way, cos he cracks at the slightest pressure) went on to order us our toxin. nevermind that he had to pay a few bucks for it and our company explicitly made sure to bring the most essential part in a team building seminar -- booze.
after dinner, the long wait is over. beer is finally served.
there was awarding, blah, blah, blah....
played billiards with crooked sticks and dull ends. wow, we came all the way from the city to have some fun here and this is what we get? the aircon in that room isn't working either. not so nice, indeed.
we capped the night with jagger - "the hothead cracker," almost kick the ass of our drunk fellow for mouthing some crap at him. good thing, the masculado was there to pacify things. you know the masculado right? you don't know him? well, make a wild guess.
4am we're done with the booze binge for there's nothing left to imbibe. took a 3 hour sleep. the "main man" was snoring literally. what?? with all the food, lechon and the beer we devour that night, you expect me to go down quietely? you kidding me? good!!
8am breakfast. yum!
i don't how and where to begin...
should i talk about our company's team building seminar slash excursion or, the forgettable two and half days of computer gaming misadventure slash discovery slash national geographic slash reality tv channel mumbo jumbo channel surfing???
this is gonna be a lousy tale, i know...
to begin my off-topic powwow (cos believe me, i wont have any straight-up, eye catching, attention grabbing, stories to tell) today, we'll talk about the moon and the stars...
heh! aren't you bored yet?
really, i was browsing thru a lot of blogs lately and come up with an ironclad conclusion: gross, sex, profanity and crap - sells. well, there are heartwarming stories of people, yes... and the how to's were cool too. the tech·ie's stuff - great for the nerdie's.
guess i'm just hanging on the other side (ok, wrong then) of the fence that much, huh? maybe. but i'm really tempted to test my inconclusive findings (thought ironclad conclusion??): create another blog, talk about sex and violence, filthy stuffs, be abusively vulgar, show some really graphic video's (use your imagination).... whatchathink, dawg?
nah.can't swallow no shit like that, compadre!
________________________________________________
back to our company seminar slash excursion. the place is cool. 80km away from civilization (val told me so), 1km away more from the gates to the kingdom. the structure where me and the rest of the peps are holed up, looked like, felt like and, smelt like a doll house. now, all we need are some barbie dolls and some g.i. joes to complete the settings. i'd love to whack those pretty little barbie dolls to pieces... sorry biatch!
chronicling the whole affair would be tedious as it was a ho-hummer... well, for the most part of it. in fairness, the beach was nice. there were some white sands, yeah....near the shore line. a few meters further and it feels like you just step on some shit... oh, there's kayak too. june and elle, the company's "most eligible bachelorettes," were really good at kayak. they couldn't stop at it. they said, "it's good for our chest." wonder why's that. some naughty guys would ask them, "kita nasay mag kayak na" or "mag kayak ta!" or "kami nasay mag kayak beh." whatever that means.
but, no matter how far you'd swim your lungs out, it's almost always low water out there. bummer! didn't i mention there was a pool? well, that's because it's not worth mentioning anyway. with its very tiny, stupidly shaped, with a plastic slide for kids only features - more ho-hummers....
the beer... oh the beer... where's the goddam beer, marichelle?? helloww!! we're done with our task, you know. the fiercely fought competition(s) we have to endure for that day alone... damn, we're tired and we wanna have fun and start early! where's our drink ey? jagger, the unexpected cracker (that's his monicker, by the way, cos he cracks at the slightest pressure) went on to order us our toxin. nevermind that he had to pay a few bucks for it and our company explicitly made sure to bring the most essential part in a team building seminar -- booze.
after dinner, the long wait is over. beer is finally served.
there was awarding, blah, blah, blah....
played billiards with crooked sticks and dull ends. wow, we came all the way from the city to have some fun here and this is what we get? the aircon in that room isn't working either. not so nice, indeed.
we capped the night with jagger - "the hothead cracker," almost kick the ass of our drunk fellow for mouthing some crap at him. good thing, the masculado was there to pacify things. you know the masculado right? you don't know him? well, make a wild guess.
4am we're done with the booze binge for there's nothing left to imbibe. took a 3 hour sleep. the "main man" was snoring literally. what?? with all the food, lechon and the beer we devour that night, you expect me to go down quietely? you kidding me? good!!
8am breakfast. yum!
9am went to swim. as described above, ain't nothing further to add.
10:30am. exchange our painted ceramics (similar to the ones the kids paint at SM). we painted the darn thing the the day we arrived there... my goodness, it's tough getting it done properly!
over at the conference room, where we exchanged our ceramics and gave a short speech as to why we gave it to that person instead of the manager when he/she (the person whom we're giving our ceramics, dickhead!) neither's got the power to promote nor increase his/her lot. damn, i'm trapped in a drama laden room... can't wait to go home.
2:45pm... a long and winding road to home.
2:45pm... a long and winding road to home.
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