Probably the reason why I'm having this constant need to strangle anyone within arm's reach is because I stopped blogging months ago. A lot of things were going on, short course,teaching job and front desk stint, albeit a fleeting one. Front office course was a refreshing experience,I got to revisit the feeling of getting late again, bringing my trusty backpack and sometimes packing lunch and hurtling it on unsuspecting classmates. Part of the curriculum was the 100 hour practicum time and so off we went to Subic, the nearest and the most convenient place for us to wreak havoc on hospitality institutions. We decidedly stayed in the hotel where we we would also be doing the training and the raucous mirth and drunken merriment are still ringing in my ears. The excuses not to go on duty varied from melodramatic ("I just got into a serious fight with my boyfriend, I'm afraid the tendency to crack open the skull of any approaching guest with the keyboard can be so tempting, I fear for other people) to cinematic ( "I saw a girl clad in white dress cavorting in the hallway"), we later found out that it was a gay classmate rehearsing his Japanese catwalk, It wasnt exactly a dress as one would aptly assume under the dimly lit corridor but layers of fitted queen size linen, thrown in a recognizably decent ensemble. That fag! no wonder my classmates would immediately feign any sicknesses known to the history of mankind. (one classmate even claimed of having a candidiasis, and she stated it while putting an act of a severely and incurably itchy -----)) just to play hooky from duty if assigned to clean the right wing, it was haunted by Ms. Marian Rivera aka Renato Dela Cruz.
To Ren, I hope,by now, you have completely mastered your walk of horror.
