Back in college, we used to hang out a lot at this place called Coffee Indulgence, which was sort of USTe’s answer to Starbucks. But it wasn’t exactly Starbucks material; it had no air conditioning, had wooden chairs (or tree stumps) and cheap drinks.
Anyway.
One time, there was this one group over in the corner that just started singing for no reason. Sounds like that retard LA Lopez, I said quite loudly, not realizing that it was LA Lopez, the retard.
Which isn’t the point of this post. I just sort of remembered Mr. Lopez because he used to endorse iodized salt as the cure for Pinoy stupidity. So then. What exactly am I trying to say?
Commuting from my house to Makati each day gives me the rare opportunity to meet the worst of people. Not the best, unfortunately. I have yet to come across a hot guy on the MRT or the jeepney. What’s even more horrifying, though, is the realization that a lot of these people do need iodized salt. Not that it did a lot for LA Lopez, but what the hell. There still might be something to it.
Here’s my list of iodized salt-deprived people. The government might want to do something about them, for the good of humanity.
- Pedestrians who cross the street the moment the stoplight turns green then shriek like little girls when vehicles hurtle towards them
- People who ask, “what are you doing” while watching you brush your teeth/tie your shoelaces/some mundane act
- People who make an extremely long line behind just one turnstile (in the MRT station), leaving other perfectly okay turnstiles idle (they probably don’t even realize that the other turnstiles are working; they just stand behind other people like the idiots that they are)
- The bastard who translated Kim Chiu’s “Crazy Love” into Chinese and made her record it
- Pinoy Dream Academy’s Laarni
- People who vigorously stop an elevator’s doors from closing, ignore the flashing “UP” button and ask, “down?”
- Rallyists who have no idea what they’re rallying about. They’re just there to chant slogans and clog traffic
- People who idolize Willie Revillame
- Gretchen Barretto (see this for proof)
- People who think high-waist pants are fashionable. Repeat after me: Mommy pants will never ever ever be hot. Ever. It can’t even cover up your bulging puson, darling.
June 26th, 2008 at 7:39 am
I orginally planned to copy/paste/italicize the points I agree with, but I’ll just say that this entire post is so true. I know I’m far from being the smartest person in the metro, but I do wonder if anyone else was lacking common sense these days.
Eto pa: People who repeatedly press the elevator buttons in hopes na bibilis ang dating nito sa floor nila. I think it does the opposite haha.
I have yet to come across a hot guy on the MRT or the jeepney.
Couldn’t resist. Totoo yan! Hay.
June 26th, 2008 at 11:04 am
Ay true. I’m not a genius, pero at least I know that a flashing UP button means the elevator’s going up. Tsaka yung sa turnstiles. Grr. Ang weird kasi makikita mo super haba ang pila, tapos yung mga ibang turnstiles na umaandar naman, alang tao hahaha, so iiwasan mo pa yung pila (shempre titignan ka pa nila ng masama) para lang makarating sa bakanteng turnstile.
Baka wala ngang guwapo na nagMRT, sayang.
June 26th, 2008 at 1:22 pm
Haha… you remind of Eliane Benes. I can definitely say that guys had more fun commuting than the ladies. I can’t count the number of hot chicks I’ve come across all those years. But like you said the experience is most likely one way… or maybe i just have low standards.
June 26th, 2008 at 9:29 pm
I had to research Elaine Benes hahaha. I’ve seen a few cute girls, but no boys yet. Maybe I have very high standards
June 28th, 2008 at 5:02 pm
I’ve seen cute boys. Most of them are below the age of five. The emotion they rouse in me is more of protectiveness and the need to squeeze them breathless. I’m sure their mother will not be happy.
Turnstiles: happens to me too. Or sa LRT, when buying tickets. Haba ng pila tapos may machine sa kabila na umaandar naman, pero no one’s there. I have no frickin’ idea why.
I could go on listing all of my commuting rants. I think I have a entry in my cellphone haha. Post ko later.
June 29th, 2008 at 11:26 am
wala ngang gwapo sa mrt. i mean that in a non-gay way btw. lots of sweaty armpits though.
one person who’s in dire need of iodized salt would be that lrt ticket selling window lady who, this past friday, got my 100-peso bill, slowly unfolded it, and showed an expression of astonishment, perhaps because she saw a face on the bill. i really don’t know what to make of it. it would’ve been really funny, but it still confuses me, so it’s not.
trivia: some random acquaintance, who had la lopez for a classmate during elementary or high school, told me that la lopez didn’t shower (and smelling like iodized salt in the process). la’s reason? he was famous.
June 29th, 2008 at 9:37 pm
Hahahaha I can’t believe that bit about LA. He was a retard, but that bad? Heh. Did you go to Coffee Indulgence, too? Loved that place.
BTW, that LRT lady is weird. Too many stupid people out there these days. I wonder if they were accidentally dropped as babies.
July 2nd, 2008 at 10:18 am
coffee indulgence? only once. met up with a friend and i didn’t order anything since i was broke– i only got water. i think the food there’s good though, circumstances just prevent me from “indulging” there.
i call coffee i. “darkness indulgence” since i rarely see the lights there turned on. interesting phenomena though, people this school year looove food and drink. alot of the places at noval are almost full (including coffee i.) everytime i pass by. and mayric’s too, since around this time last year you’d be hard-pressed to find that many people during weekdays.
blah. makwento talaga ako.
July 3rd, 2008 at 12:15 am
we stopped going to coffee when the cafe dapits opened shop. of course we’re tapsi and momo’s regulars, too
July 11th, 2008 at 10:05 pm
I enjoyed your writing style and I’ve added you to my Reader. Keep these posts coming.