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Monday, December 04, 2006 |
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| November 17, 2006: CARAFEstation |
We have noticed this pattern.
That every time we ended up in Carafe, it was due to some tragic loss or some life-changing, career-ending cosmic decisions.
Flashback:
* Berne, my frequently-mistaken-for-a-gay-guy friend met up with his girl-slash-friend to comfort her after discovering her long time bf has secretly bore a child. (Hayop ka Tonyo! Hayooop! Hikbi . . .so tele-serye material)
* Officemates were on the verge of burning out and was opting to call it quits. (the pain of existential agony)
* Berne was on temporary suspension for fraud which turned out was not his fault. (and he got paid back the days he wasn't working, good karma)
* And like history repeating itself, we found ourselves back here to pine and ponder my friend Ron's verdict regarding some work-related issues affecting his employment.
Leslie, who was given an NTE (notice to explain) due to her frequent notorious MIA's, refused to commemorate this event, seeing that Carafe was like Dante's limbo. And fortunately, she took a sharp swerve away from termination.
What is it in this place that makes one feel like you are in a room where doctors tell family members that their love ones are alive, dead, in a coma or have successfully sexually switched gender.
In the meantime, a tall girl who bears Angela Velez's features sat for almost half an hour while her keyboardist was figuring out where Do-Re-Mi is located. In the meantime I was mockingly doing an impression of her singing Thousand Miles.
Minutes later, she sings… Making my way down town, walking fast…..
This is so freaky.
Sick.Sadistic.Shallow. Deconstructing the World before bedtime.
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posted by LetsGetSoakingWet @ 1:58 AM  |
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Name: LetsGetSoakingWet
